During his sixth year at Hogwarts, Draco balances on a knife's edge of danger, at constant risk of losing his footing and falling into an abyss of darkness. He can't trust anyone at all... or can he? When it comes to Ginny Weasley, he's determined to find out.Category: Works in Progress
Chapter SEVEN quote of the day:
Any second now, she’d reach out to him again.
But the seconds ticked by, and she stayed still.
At last, Ginny looked up at him with troubled eyes. “Draco... listen to me. I don’t know if I want to do this.”
This is not how it was supposed to go at all. Draco fought to hold onto some shred of control. He’d spent months over the summer doing just that, during his Cruciatus lessons with his dear aunt Bellatrix. Draco had learned much about how to control pain and anger and a desperate desire to bolt out the room as fast as he could, to run and keep running until he left Malfoy Manor and everyone in it too far behind him to ever find again, because he knew he could never run that far. But he hadn’t learned how to control pleasure that went wrong, or actions that ran into the immutable wall of what his partner did or didn't want...
Ginny hoped she would never see another singing valentine again, but, alas, the diaper-wearing, bewinged dwarves are back at Hogwarts, and Cupid's arrow is aimed right at her. One-shot.Category: Completed Short Stories
This is a test. It's only a test. If this were an actual Draco and Ginny fic, you'd see... Draco and Ginny. Even though they kind of showed up anyway. ;) Take a look and see if Chapter 2 is showing up for you...Category: Works in Progress
Ginny receives a Christmas card with an intriguing proposition on the back. If only she could get the image of Draco's ass out of her head. Part of the DG SS '16 on FF.netCategory: Completed Short Stories
Prompt: Fireplace, Reindeer, Christmas Card