So, why was Draco sitting on the unmade bed staring intently at a pair of his rolled-up black socks? The reason behind this was really very simple. It was not the socks Draco was staring at, rather it was what the socks contained that were of interest to Draco. Inside the socks was a box, and inside the box was a ring.Category: Completed Short Stories
Introspection is an art. He scoffs at his own folly, and walks down the hall. But he doesn't throw away this piece, or its illicit murmur. After all, a bit of happiness might come in handy. Someday. Features bickering, bantering, and an unraveling.Category: Completed Short Stories
Love cannot always be announced from the rooftops and rejoiced in.Category: Completed Short Stories
Both unwilling to admit their emotions, but willing to satisfy their physical attraction.Category: Poetry
There are three things that truly matter to Lucius Malfoy: his family, his wealth and his blood. So of course, it was of utmost importance that his son marry a pureblood. Thus Lucius begins to arrange the perfect bride for his son. She must have both beauty and brains. She must be skillful with a wand, but with the elegance to know when to use it. When it comes down to it there is really only one woman that matches the criterion, but she comes with one problem: She’s a Weasley.Category: Long and Completed
Category: Completed Short StoriesThe hazards of eschewing tradition.
He loved her all his life, and when she found out, it was too late.Category: Completed Short Stories
Draco is behaving strangely. Ginny is becoming upset. Whatever may be going on? ;-) Christmas fluff, written for Persephone33!Category: Completed Short Stories
Ginny's been having urges, but she can't ask anyone who loves her to give her what she really craves. When you need someone to use you, you should ask someone who doesn't care about you.Category: Works in Progress