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My ULTIMATE favorite ship is D/G but I like Hermione/Sirius and recently Hermione/Snape a bit too, as well as Ginny/Snape...
I love Sirius, Dumbledore, Dobby, Fred and in some cases, Lily and James Potter. If they make guest appearances in some of my stories, so be it. I love them and they are awesome lol.
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'Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.' - Old Fisherman's TaleCategory: Works in Progress
Seven years after the end of White Noise, Draco Malfoy has been released from Azkaban a changed man. Will he ever come to terms with his past, and will Ginny ever let him back in?
I demand that you write more! Right this very minute!
Yep. That second new chapter is actually here. This fic will continue!! :)Category: Works in Progress
The sequel to Draco's Dangerous Dilemma.
Nearly two years have passed since Ginny saw Draco in a coffeeshop for the first time after the war. The two of them have been trapped in a seemingly neverending cycle of lust, betrayal, revenge, and despair ever since-- until one night of passion at the Pureblood Ball proved to them both that their bond could never be broken.
But there's a world outside the fragile love budding between the pair. And Ginny just may find out that Draco's past casts a shadow that neither of them can outrun in time to save him...
Chapter NINE Quote of the Day:
“So here’s where we are,” she said. “The sketches are ready. The clay models are done. I’m happy with them. You?”
“Very much so,” said Draco. His mouth quirked upwards. “Remember Bob Ross and his Happy Trees? I’d never have believed then that we’d reach this point, but we have.”
“We’ve come a long way since then,” said Ginny. She remembered how furious she was when she first learned that she’d be working with Draco on the fountain project, and that he’d somehow finagled his way into the Junior Minister of Art position. How snippy and cold she’d tried to be to him; how snarky he’d been to her in return. How exhausted he’d always looked, too, and how much she had wanted to smooth away the dark circles from under his eyes and put a real smile on his handsome face. She’d threatened to report him to the Minister of Art and have someone else reassigned to her; she was ashamed to think of that now.
“We certainly have,” said Draco, giving her one of his real smiles, the sort she’d never imagined his face could possibly form in those days. She tried not to smile in return. She wanted to remain as serious as possible.
I am going to have to insist that you hurry the hell up here madam.
Author's Response: It'll happen! Don't worry. ;) I've been very caught up in my nonfic writing lately. But I'm going back to more D/G soon... it's really necessary for everything else to work.