Sequel to "The Journey Home." Ginny has finally come to terms with her grief, but much of her life remains in turmoil as a new mystery beckons her back to the one place she doesn't want to be, in an effort to free her lover from his family's past mistakes.Category: Works in Progress
As the unintended Captain of the most despised Auror squad, can Draco Malfoy lead his band of Slytherins through Death Eater attacks and threats from the Ministry? Definitely not. At least, not without the help of his reluctant Lieutenant: Ginny Weasley. Inconveniently, the last person he'd ever ask. Completely written, updates Thursday-ish.Category: Works in Progress
Category: Works in Progress
This is the PG pic for Chapter 9. Yes, there is an R-rated one, too. There's a PG snippet for that one at the beginning of Chapter 9. If you click on that, it will take you to the R version. Which means... don't click on that one if you don't want to see the more explicit version.
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.
Chapter NINE Quote of the Day:
Ginny had hoped that a blast of music would hit their ears as soon as they stepped into the main room, that the atmosphere would be loud and raucous, but it wasn’t. The room was fairly quiet, with a buzzing undertone of excited murmurs.
Draco raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Ginny. She realized that he wasn’t too sure of the protocol and didn’t know exactly what was expected of patrons of a place like the Kit Kat Club. It was a rare moment of uncertainty for him, and it somehow touched her to see it here. It meant that he himself didn’t frequent places like this one, and that meant more to her than it should.
They all started walking past the long bar to the left, Ginny steering them towards one of the individual round tables. Nearly all of them were full, so they had to sit at one just to the right of the stage. Even though it was Sunday night, the club was packed, and Ginny knew exactly why.
Because they’d ended up so close to the main action, she couldn’t help but see a number of things right away, all more clearly than she would have liked.
There was a chair on the stage.
Millicent was sitting in it, a cheerful smile on her face. Well, not exactly sitting, because...