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.
Six years ago, Ginny broke a promise to Draco that ensured he would remain in prison for a crime he didn't commit. When she walks into his nightclub after all these years, they both discover that the end of their relationship wasn't what it seemed. But is it too late to start over?Category: Long and Completed
Draco delivers something for Ginny in a dream. Can Ginny take it and use it for her advantage?Category: Completed Short Stories
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 NINE SNIPPET:
“Okay,” Ginny said, patting Pansy’s hand looped through her arm. “I do forgive you. Honestly. And… and I don’t blame Draco anymore.”
Pansy let out a short shriek of excitement.
“But!” Ginny interjected. “It’s not that easy. After that kiss, I don’t know if Draco will ever want to talk to me again.”
Pansy’s whole body froze, stopping them in the middle of the path to the annoyance of the disgruntled family behind them.
Warmth flooded Ginny’s face. “Did Draco tell you that I kissed him?”
“HE MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT!”
Pansy opened her mouth, eyes wide and wild with disbelief. Then she snapped her mouth closed so forcefully, her teeth made an audible sound. They continued walking and Pansy chewed on her lips, but she said nothing.
Ginny watched the display of emotions across her face with fascination. “It’s killing you not to know, isn’t it?”
“So much,” she said in an agonized whisper.