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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.
The Second Wizarding War did not have to happen. The Dark Lord has long been defeated since Harry Potter was saved by his mother's love from Voldemort's killing curse. The orphaned Boy-Who-Lived attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where he met his bestfriends Hermione and Ron, the Weasleys, and of course his nemesis, Draco Malfoy. To finally end generations-old feud between the Malfoys and Weasleys, Draco and Ginny's grandfathers had a magical agreement that entails Draco and Ginny to marry each other or else lead Lucius and Arthur to their deaths. Will hate persist or perhaps love will bloom?Category: Works in Progress
When Draco Malfoy wakes up on his eighteenth birthday with wings and claws, he fears he's turned into the very thing people accuse him of being: a monster. Upon his return to Hogwarts, an inexplicable bond with a curious Ginny Weasley provokes his transformations. Together they will explore the limits of Draco's new abilities and discover that in order to fly... sometimes you have to learn how to fall. A Veela!Draco story.Category: Long and Completed
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“I can think of ways to make this farce a little more interesting for all of us.” Ginny said with a note of defiance in her voice.
Malfoy, for his part, raised an eyebrow, the only sign that could be interpreted as curiosity - and maybe as a bit of a challenge. “One would think that you aren’t in a position to do anything, Weasley."
“You would be surprised." Ginny smiled at him. It was a cat-like smile that she hoped he would recognize it for what it was - a warning. She was Ginny Weasley and no one would take advantage of her, whatever her physical condition was. "Would you like to dance?"
Then she offered her hand to him in a silent invitation.
It was as if time itself had stopped.
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Ginny fled the wizarding world when betrayal, deception, and heartbreak tore apart her life. A year later, she lives and works as a Muggle-- and the co-owner of Athena's Saucy Shoppe of Salacious Delights. But she's about to learn that it isn't so easy to leave the past behind... especially when it comes packaged in the person of Draco Malfoy.
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Ginny tried again, deciding that it was time for her glowering blond companion to help her out whether he wanted to not.
“It’s so great to catch up with old friends, Draco. Don’t you think?” She jabbed Draco lightly in the ribs under cover of darkness.
Draco clamped his hand around her waist like a band of iron. Oh, no, Ginny thought despairingly. This was not going well.
"She's mine alone,” said Draco.
"But she's got other customers, right?" asked Theo.
"She is not to be shared,” said Draco. “I… ah… don't share my toys. You ought to remember that, Nott.”
"But if she's no more than a toy, then it shouldn't matter." Nott's expression was turning crafty. Suddenly, Ginny had a very, very bad feeling about what might happen next.
“Seems as if you shouldn’t mind sharing Ginny with me, don’t you think, Malfoy? After all we’ve been through together? You know what I mean, don’t you?”
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
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.