Draco and Ginny at the Burrow for Yule! Throw in tense dinners, shocking family secrets, Santa suits, and a dragon or two… what could possibly go wrong?Category: Works in Progress
A Cookie From Chapter 27:
“I already know you’re not noble, Draco,” she was saying, punctuating her words with a stab of her finger now and then. “You’re not going to do anything for abstract, high-minded sorts of reasons.”
“You’re certainly right about that,” he said, sitting next to her, his voice teasing and light, his arm round her splendid bare shoulders. He had no idea how they’d got onto this sticky topic in the first place, but he was more than ready to leave it and move on to more pleasant pursuits. “You know me so well.”
“Oh, I do,” she said. Something about the look in her golden eyes disturbed him, though, or perhaps it was the heavy sound of her voice.
“Do put that drink on a flat surface, Ginny,” he said, plucking the glass out of her hand, still keeping his tone neutral.
“I wouldn’t want to stain your lovely new sofa, Draco.” She gave a strange little laugh. “How awful that would be.” “Er…” Draco always felt a bit guilty when he looked at that sofa. It was by far the newest item in his rooms; every other bit of furniture was a grand, imposing antique that had been in the family for generations. He’d bought it in a rebellious moment, wanting something for himself and Ginny to sit on that didn’t carry the weight of Malfoy tradition. But it was utterly different from everything else in the manor, and he wasn’t entirely sure how well cleaning charms matched to Malfoy furniture worked on new white leather.
“It doesn’t really fit in here, does it?” asked Ginny, with her trick of catching his train of thought all on her own.
“Ah…” What on earth is she getting at? He wondered. “Perhaps not, but I rather like it,” he settled for saying.
She put her drink down on the coffee table carefully, centering the glass on a coaster, and she looked at him directly. “Do I fit in here?”
Draco could feel himself starting to break out in a sweat, even though the room, like all the rooms in the Manor, was always rather cold.
Harry may have destroyed Tom Riddle's diary but a piece of him still lives in Ginny. Desperate to rid herself of the Dark Lord's presence in her mind, Ginny finds solace in the arms of another enemy--Draco Malfoy. Can she convince him to help her or will he turn her to a darker path?Category: Works in Progress
For the life of her, Ginny Weasley did not know how this had happened. She could have blamed the two glasses of expensive champagne, or considered the possibility of being put under the Imperius Curse, but she knew deep down that that was not the case. Somehow, she had knowingly and wilfully ended up here. Shit.Category: Works in Progress
Category: Works in Progress
Malfoy was curious. Curious and angry. “So, what do you want from me, Weasley?”
It was the admission of his defeat. Ginny felt the taste of victory - and it was bitter.
“I want influence. I want protection. I want safety.” She stopped, giving him time to assimilate her words, before she played her final card. "I want your name. " When saying the last sentence, however, she could not help the blush that spread across her face.
Malfoy's countenance changed several times in a very short time. Annoyance turned into wariness, then into confusion, and finally, when he really understood what Ginny had implied, his face showed only a profound horror.
I want your name.
I want a marriage.
After months of going through the motions, a simple peak through a window up turns lives.Category: Works in Progress
Ginny is tired of being the only single Weasley at family gatherings and all the pity that comes with that status. Draco could do without opportunistic women taking advantage of his desire to connect. The solution? Team up to become platonic dates during the holidays.Category: Works in Progress
If only their hearts could stick to the plan....
CHAPTER SEVEN SNIPPET:
“Surprised I showed up? I said I would.” Draco scowled at her, his displeasure at her lack of faith obvious and condemning.
Ginny flushed. “No, no! Just. You know. Overthinking the whole thing. Freaking out. Hyperventilating. Or maybe I’m being strangled. Not sure, in this dress.”
He perused the dress in question now that she’d mentioned it, and Ginny’s flush burned hotter, as if his gaze was a touch sweeping down the length of her and then back up. She felt every inch of that stare as if she were wearing nothing at all. Was it her imagination or had his eyes darkened? No longer the color of ice chips, now smoldering coal?
“Your tits look great. Platonically speaking.”
“Right?” Because she’d lost her mind, she groped herself, squeezing gently. Her stomach jumped into her throat as Draco eyed how well she filled up her hands and then glanced quickly away. His throat bobbed. She was going to die right here on the spot. Death by spontaneous combustion. Deceased due to her own idiocy.
An amusement park based on the Tudor dynasty sounded like a good idea when George and Luna first proposed it to Ginny. But nobody counted on insufficient codpieces, Styrofoam beheadings, random roller coasters, and above all, Draco Malfoy…Category: Works in Progress
Chapter 7 quote of the day:
Harry suddenly took her hands in his. “I’m not going to fail you again. You don’t need Malfoy to play the king; I’ll do it. I had no right to tell you I wouldn’t.”
His hands were warm and firm and strong, and he was talented with them, too, she thought. Nothing like Draco, of course. But then, she couldn’t imagine anyone else being like Draco.
“Ginny, come with me,” he repeated. “Give me another chance. With this. With everything. Let me show you how happy I can make you, happier than Malfoy ever could.”
If she thought of it in terms of simple, uncomplicated contentment, thought Ginny, he might even be right. Everything would be easy and even with Harry, no storms of emotion, no soaring heights, no miserable depths.
Ginny brings home a stray and Draco is not amused. But when has he ever been able to deny her anything?Category: Completed Short Stories
She was his downfall. At least he went down laughing.Category: Completed Short Stories
Draco and Ginny are the perfect Auror team. There isn't a case they can't solve, until the murder of Pansy Parkinson. With time on the side of their killer, and Ginny as his final conquest, they have to hope they'll be able to stop the murderer in time.Category: Works in Progress
This story picks up at the part in the 7th book where the group is cornered by Snatchers, but this time, someone saves them. This is an alternate ending to the series. There's still a Horcrux hunt and hallows, but we also see Snape and Draco as spies, Ginny joins the hunt, and the group works with the Order this time, instead of staying completely out of touch.Category: Works in Progress
This story is filled with action and a lot of plot twists. It's told primarily from Hermione and Ginny's POVs, with a little Voldemort and Harry POV mixed in.
A few years after the war and Voldemort's fall, Draco: a former Death Eater struggles to recover his reputation as a decent and improved new man as a Ministry low-rank employee. Meanwhile, he gladly reencounters an also new Ginny Weasley. Despite his inner instincts to mock her recent break-up with Potter, upon meeting her opaque, beautiful amber eyes, he finds himself attracted to her darker self. But Ginny, just as Draco, needs more than attraction, she needs to find the fire she long lost, and, who would have thought that icy Malfoy would be that right man to rekindle her spirit?Category: Works in Progress
There was a loud shriek as one of the daycare workers escorted Mrs. Malfoy back to her son, only to see him locked hand in hand with Ginny, a bright chord of light tying their hands together.Category: Works in Progress
“Draco! What have you done?” Narcissa yelled, sounding for all the world like a banshee.
Draco smiled widely and said, “I vowed to marry my best friend, Ginny.”
And with that, Narcissa Malfoy promptly fainted.
Ginny doesn’t trust the Malfoys, or their meteoric return to the centre of society, but a mishap at a party could change everything she thinks that she knows.Category: Works in Progress