Uses Temporarily relieves symptoms due to DG withdrawal.Category: Works in Progress
Warnings Ask a doctor before use if you have Delusions of Dramione.
When using this product: Excitability may occur, especially in DG fans. May cause heartburn. Be careful when operating a motor vehicle or heavy machinery.
Keep out of reach of children
A dark legacy. A forbidden union. Ginny let chaos slip through her fingers, splintering the world inside a storm of enmity and fear. When all is lost, the search for hope begins.Category: Works in Progress
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"I wouldn't do that if I was you."
She jumped and spun around to see Lara leaning against one of the lantern posts that lined the driveway. As usual, the older woman was dressed in black robes. A Death Eater mask dangled from her fingers.
"You!" Ginny exclaimed. "When did you get here?"
"This morning, obviously." Lara nodded at the gate. "I see you are already trying to escape. Don't tell me you thought it would be as simple as walking out the front entrance."
Someone stole Draco's memories of the time he spent with Ginny years ago, and he's determined to get them back.Category: Works in Progress
“After one too many hits to the head from a Bludger, you’ve forgotten the past ten years,” Malfoy said slowly, staring at her as if she were dumb. “You’ve forgotten you have kids and you’ve forgotten me. Your husband. Which is rather rude, you must admit.”Category: Works in Progress
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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.
He shot a sideways glance at her and made a noncommittal noise. Ginny groaned inwardly. He was apparently not going to help her at all.
Ginny turned her head to the other side. “Don’t you think so, Theo?” she asked him, her voice strained.
“Couldn’t agree more,” said Theo. “And we’ve still got a lot of catching up to do tonight.”
He sounded relaxed and jovial. But something told a different story. Maybe the rigid carriage of his back, maybe an undertone in his voice or a falseness in his smile. Or perhaps her magical instincts were so deeply bred into her bones, so ingrained through a lifetime of training, that she could never lose them. Even though she’d been forbidden to use magic in over a year, Ginny was a witch and always would be. She thought that she’d probably tried harder to forget it than anyone else possibly could have done. And so she knew that something was very wrong.