If only their hearts could stick to the plan....

CHAPTER ELEVEN SNIPPET:

When Ginny finally came downstairs, her eyes were bright and red-rimmed with happy tears. Her teammates and friends swarmed her again, congratulating her on becoming an auntie once more. She thanked everyone profusely, but her attention was clearly divided. Her eyes kept drifting toward Draco as if to make sure he stayed put until she could reach him.

And when she was finally free from the well-wishers and standing in front of him once more, it took all of Draco’s control not to pull her toward him and kiss her. That look on her face, the relief and elation—he never wanted to see it leave. He realized then that there was little Draco wouldn’t do to spare her from misery, like the kind she’d experienced over the summer when she’d been bashed in the press.

The realization frightened him enough to flee, but he couldn’t. She was here. As much as he wished to escape his feelings, he also couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to be around her.

COMPLETE!

”Draco Malfoy catches the snitch!”

Ginny was furious.

“Victory for Slytherin as they win the House Cup!”

Positively apoplectic.

”Malfoy’s off on his victory lap while the Gryffindor players run off the pitch in shame.”

Her hands shook with rage.

”What’s this? Ginny Weasley is—oh! Great right-hook! Almost took Malfoy off his broom in one swing!”

Quidditch rivals to locker-room hate sex. That’s it. That’s the plot.