Mod Note: Merged with "Fire & Ice Steamy & Nice" ficlet/cookie thread. --Crystal 7/8



Wow Blaze, that was AMAZING! I read it over at the F&I challenge too... wonderful wonderful wonderful! I'm betting you'll win, that means I'll have to write something as a prize Oh well, it is still loffly cookie! *glomps* Really wonderful, so wonderful I'm going to give you a cookie *hands you a cookie* and I wrote one too!

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Hours later it was set... she was leaving. Her friend, Eliana, had reserved a flat in her apartment building. It was cozy enough for the time being Ginny supposed looking at a picture Eliana had just owled her. Setting her trunk down, she walked to the kitchen table.

She hesitated upon reaching for the piece of parchment and quill, unsure whether or not it was the best decision. Feeling compelled, she grabbed each, her quill scratching furiously on the parchment. The liquid seemed to flow about the page, the wording correct, written in the way that she wanted to voice it. Satisfied, she dashed her signature at the bottom.

Abruptly standing up, she cast a weightless charm on her trunk, stepping out the door. Forgetting her key was in her pocket, Ginny slid it gently under the door. She was rid of him; he was gone for good, though it didn't felt like anything she would have expected. Nothing good, she would assure many others later on, but horrible, as if something was slowly freezing her body from the inside out.

Later that day, in the very spot she had sat, writing the letter, Draco Malfoy sat, reading it, fingering something in his pocket. Finishing her note, his walls crumbled down around him just with the simplicity her words, tears forming in his eyes.

He had never cried before, but it seemed so natural now, not awkward like he had always imagined it. He felt guilty; guilty of not being able to form a pleasant environment for the one he cared about most. The one thing in his life he cherished was gone, gone for good, never to return.

Angrily he slammed his fist down on the table. "Damn!" It was all he could say, the only word that could express everything he felt. In a sudden rampage, he tore about the flat, knocking various objects to the ground, shattering pictures with his bare fists.

The feeling of breaking anything filled the empty crater she had caused. It felt good, to be in power, to be able to decide the fate of things. He looked at a vase she had given him. He smashed it to the ground in a matter of seconds. A soothing pain spread though his veins, causing him to crush the flower he held in his hand.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!" he yelled, sinking into the corner of a wall. He burried his head in his chest, pulling his knees up around his waist. Shaking like he was under a severe fever, Draco relaxed his once clenched hands. All he could do was cry the last sentence of her letter echoing in his head. It was the only one he comprehended out of her entire letter.

I have to leave, but know I will always love you, -Ginny

He didn't understand why she had left. If she loved him, wouldn't it only make sence that she would stay? He sighed, looking back on their past. Hadn't they been happy? Hadn't they been content with each other?

It hadn't mattered that he didn't shower her with gifts every day. It didn't even matter that he didn't tell her he loved her at every moment he could, or had it?

"But, love is such a strong word..." Draco trailed off, his mind twisting hard to work out why he was beginning to doubt himself. She had deserved the single word, it would have made her happy, and it would have been the truth. He did love her, but he hadn't perfected the art of expressing it.

Picking up his coat, Draco turned to the door, stopping momentarily at the portrait laying face down on the floor. Slowly, he picked it up. Upon seeing it was a picture of them, he frowned.

"If you look on the floor, there's the address she went to, not too bright eh?" Picture Ginny smiled, pointing to his left. Draco dropped the portrait, letting it fall down to the floor again, barely hearing an unappreciative 'oof' from the portrait's subjects.

Not caring, Draco picked up the piece of parchment, examining the address. With a soft pop he disapperated into Ginny's new flat.

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It's from my new fic, 'But, Love is such a strong word' ( http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1349132 ) Go to read the rest

~Nicole

Lovely Kaykos. Now I need to go read that fic!

loves
malfie

Wow. *blinks in awe* Theses are all so good...

Wow - I'm gone for a few days and this is what I come back to? TONS of cookies! *licks lips* yumm...

vanillapuf - I love the parallel between Draco and oxygen/running. Very inventive.

MalfoyMyFerret - Awe, I love sweet! Draco even if he doesn't...heh heh...
On: Pick Me - Cute - very cute. Love the "love me, love me not" thing. The end was adorable - awww...nothing like fluffy!D/G to end the night with

blazefury - WOW...loved the imagery - loving needy!Draco and seductive!Ginny.

Kaykos - Must go read that fic! *runs off to read fic* *runs back when she realizes she never finished her reply* Again, it's great to see Draco do the chasing for once. Nice touch with the letter. *jogs off to read fic b/c she's tired from all the running*

Great cookies everybody!!!
~ Jacy

haha, suffering writers block for my two stories so I thought I'd join in the fun. Just a fluffy Draco/Ginny scene ::grin:: You guys' cookies are delish! WANT MORE!


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“What are you doing Malfoy! Aughh!”

Draco snickered as Ginny ran about patting her chest frantically. His eyes widened as she stared at him murderously before taking small…threatening steps toward him. Draco backed up and held his hands up in surrender. He tried to look apologetic but the smirk that spread over his face was hard to stop.

“Oooh, Draco Malfoy you are SO going to pay for that!” Ginny walked towards him, fishing the ice cube out of her shirt. Draco couldn’t help but laugh at her discomfort. It was sitting in her bra for about five minutes now. Unable to help himself, Draco peered down her shirt as she pulled it forward in an attempt to get the ice out.

SMACK!

Draco rubbed his cheek ruefully as the redhead glared at him even more murderously.

“Why’d you have to go and hit me!” he whined, “I wasn’t doing anything!”

Ginny snorted and grabbed the large pitcher of ice cold water that lay on the kitchen table next to their forgotten food. She smiled sweetly at Draco’s worried expression. He glanced at the pitcher warily before bringing his gaze up to hers. He shivered as he noticed her intense gaze had never left his face. Draco’s eyes flickered to her lips that were slightly parted. Licking his own he glanced back up at Ginny who had seen the actions and looked hesitant.

“Put the pitcher down Gin,” Draco said huskily, advancing on her, “I’m sure we can find something more productive to do.”

Ginny’s earlier bravado faltered as she began backing away from the Slytherin. With a squeak, her retreat was stopped as her bum hit the kitchen table. Draco swooped down on her then, capturing her lips with a ferocity that made her moan. He pulled her flush against his body and Ginny deepened the kiss with her questing tongue. Draco moaned as her tongue flicked against his and Ginny smiled against his lips.

Suddenly Draco stiffened and screamed womanishly as he leapt away from Ginny hopping around crazily. Ginny laughed as the blonde jumped around muttering “So cold, so cold!”

He glared at Ginny as she clutched her stomach and pointed at his drenched pants and obviously diminished arousal.

“Think it’s funny do you?”

Ginny’s laughter dried up as Draco tackled her and the earlier fun was pushed to the back of their minds as they kissed tenderly.

Ginny smirked, running her hands through Draco’s silvery hair as his kisses traveled to her neck.

Revenge was always sweet.


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Hope you liked it! Spent a long five minutes on it! hehe its a relief to my writing deprived mind!

cheers

- J

Loffly cookies, everyone! *golf claps* I have one!

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Ginny headed to the back of the train, hoping to find an empty compartment. She was over the Harry/Hermione incident, but she thought it best to sit away from them this year.

Ginny had almost given up on finding someplace to sit alone before she came to the very last compartment, finding it devoid of student life. She put her things in the overhead compartment and settled into the cushioned bench, pulling out a book from her rucksack. She had just opened it when she heard someone beating on the locked glass door of her car.

“Weasley! Let me in!”

“Not on your life, Malfoy. There is no way you are getting in this compartment.”

“There’s at least ten Death Eaters out here and they’re going to kill me! If you don’t let me in, I’m dead!”

“Oh gods!” Ginny saw the panicked look on his face and practically flew to the door to unlock it.

“Are you OK, Malfoy? Did they hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine Weasley. You - snort- saved my life.” Draco started laughing and was soon clutching at his stomach, tears streaming from his eyes.

“Malfoy, what the Hell is so funny?”

“Y-you are, Weasley! You are possibly the most gullible person I’ve ever met!” Draco had calmed down, but was still breathing rather heavily.

“You mean- there were no Death Eaters? You weren’t in any kind of danger?”

“Nope.”

“Draco Malfoy, you pig!” Ginny strode over to the door of the compartment, where Draco was standing, and gave him a hard slap on the face.

“Damn it , Weasley! What was that for?” Draco said, ruefully rubbing the rapidly coloring spot on his cheek.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it was because you bloody lied to me and made me all worried? Can’t believe myself, worried about a Malfoy.” Ginny shook her head.

“You have to admit, I was a pretty good actor.”

“Shut it, Malfoy! If I am going to be forced to share this compartment with you, then you are going to be quiet and not make me any more stressed than I already am!”

“Alright, Weasley, fair enough.” Draco moved to get his things that were lying just outside the door and settled into the compartment as best he could.

~*~

At around three, the little witch with the food cart rolled by their compartment.

“Anything off the trolley, dears?”

“No, thank you.” Ginny said politely, smiling at the short woman.

“Sure,” Draco stood and strode past Ginny who was stretched out on the seat across from his. He bought a few chocolate frogs and some Bertie Botts and handed a few galleons to the witch. He started back to his seat when the train pulled to a screeching halt, then started going again, sending the food and Draco in opposite directions; the food into Draco’s seat, and Draco into Ginny’s. He landed directly on top of Ginny, pinning her down.

He shook his head, clearing it, before finally looking up, right into Ginny’s stunned face.

“Well that was unexpected,” he said softly, unable to tear his eyes away from her large, chocolate ones.

“Uh huh.” ginny gazed into Draco’s silver-grey eyes, having the same problem he was.

Ginny’s heart beat faster and faster the longer she looked into Draco mesmerizing eyes. She suddenly realized that his head was tilted and he was coming slowly coming closer to her.

Oh, gods! He’s going to kiss me! she thought, strangely not repulsed. Am I going to let him kiss me?

Yes.

She met Draco halfway, their lips meeting. It started soft, but Ginny leaned in, deepening it. Draco’s tongue flicked softly over her mouth, and Ginny parted her lips, sighing as his tongue invaded her mouth, making her whole body seem on fire.

Suddenly realizing that she as just lying there, Ginny brought her arms around Draco’s neck, lacing her fingers in his hair. Draco groaned and ran his fingers through her long red curls.

It was at that exact moment that the Dream Team passed by, coming to see Ginny.

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That was from my fic Getting Over Harry, so if you want to read it, hop on over t the fan fic section of portkey, I'm under the same name. TA!

LOL. I read that at school. Loffly Casey.

amber

Thought I'd join in the Draco/Ginny goodness. Be forewarned, this is kind of confusing...I didn't get it and I wrote it. Behold Nell in her caffeine-craving glory!

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Fairy Tales

When she was little, she used to be a fairytale princess.

She’d sit in the window of her tiny room – the only girl, she had to have a room to her own, though her mum hadn’t been happy about losing the guest room - and stare out into the sky.

Dreaming.

Sometimes she’d let her hair down and be Rapunzel or pretend to slumber like Sleeping Beauty, but she couldn’t keep her eyes closed for long.

She had a fairytale prince.

His name was Harry Potter.

He was a hero and she gave her child’s heart to him.

She hadn’t sent him that valentine in her first year. It was one of her giggling yearmates and yet the boy with the quicksilver eyes like steel had battered her with his words like ice.

She hadn’t known why it hurt so much to have such an obviously villainous boy – with his dark, silver-clasped cloak and sneer – make her feel small. His father had been the picture she’d held in her head of a fairytale villain and he made her feel the same way; of no consequence.

She tried to dismiss him, tried to focus on Harry. She followed him with soft footsteps and tried to sit as close to him as she dared at mealtimes. She didn’t want him to see her, but she needn’t have worried because he was busy talking and laughing with Hermione and Ron.

But always, always, she found her eyes wandering across the Hall. She hoped he wouldn’t see her, because she knew she shouldn’t be stealing glances at a fairytale villain. He never did, never even turned in that direction, and somehow she was both relieved and disappointed.

Ginny never dared to talk to him, never thought the tall, icily insensible boy would care to pass the time of day with the youngest of the Weasley clan.

Until the war.

She’d never thought he could be good, never thought he could be anything but the cardboard cut-out of a villain she’d known he was from first sight.

But Harry was gone – not dead but married, to Hermione – and she’d tried to wake herself up from the fairytale she’d always been living in.

Draco Malfoy wasn’t a villain.

And Ginny Weasley was no perfect princess either, with the stained soul she could never make clean.

Life was no fairytale, and as Ginny brought herself back to reality she knew.

And so did Draco.

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There. *hides*

~Nell

Beauteous, Nell!

*huggles Nell and cookie*

And all those previous ones, too ... they're all so GOOD!

I tried to write a cookie, only it was crap, so I'm not posting it. Don't kill me!

Hey guys, I'm back from hiatus. Thanks for delicious cookie Kaykos
Great cookies everyone!

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Meeting.

She watched, with chest heaving as the dagger, stained with precious blood, fell from his grip. It glittered, catching the fire of the torch ensconced above their heads.

Ever so slowly, it finally touched the ground, clattering.

The sounds echoing in the hallway.

The blood spattering and staining the ground below them.

A body seperating the both of them.

Her heart was pounding against her chest, which was weighed down with her anxiety and fears. Tears poured down her cheek as she watched his trembling hand, encased in black leather gloves, slowly reach up to pull down the hood that covered his face.

Please don't let it be him,
Please don't let it be him,

Her mind begged. It played in her head like a mantra as the shadows slowly retracted from his face. She could net let that image be tarnished. Otherwise, he would always be there to haunt her in gratitude.

With her eyes closed, she wrapped her arms around her as the cold air bit her, making her shudder. Her hand reached up to brush away tendrils of her red hair and the tears that formed a trail down her cheek. Her head bowed down to the ground, she sniffed and opened her eyes, meeting those of the cold, rigid body's that was taken of life. Shocking her for a moment.

Swallowing, she took her time to raise her head, her eyes travelling up his body, hoping and praying that it wasn't him.
Her heart raced as she saw the colour of his tie and her eyes widened when she met with grey stormy eyes instead of green and blonde hair instead of black.

It wasn't him.

Her mouth opened and she didn't know what to say.

It wasn't him.

The weight seemed heavier across her chest somehow and now she couldn't breathe. Her gaze flitted from the dead body to the boy standing before her.

One the father.

The other the son.

It wasn't him.

Thank God it wasn't.

Draco stared at her and waited for her to do something.

He did it for her and he would do it again.
He sacrificed for her.

Both still seperated by the body between them, Ginny made the choice and held out her hand. She waited until he took it and held it firmly before making her choice.

She crossed over...

Wow blaze that was outstanding. I love the ending - "she was crossing over..." Wow...

And now - here's a cookie. Kinda long, but it was a cookie challenge from Laina that I was forced to take I'm posting the same challenge in...well, the challenge section if you'd like to take a look at it.

~**~

Making a Choice

I saw him for the first time during my Seventh Year.

I'd noticed him before - white blonde hair always slicked back, eyes hard and cruel, a perpetual smirk destroying any grace in his features. I'd seen him before.

But Seventh Year was the first time I really saw Draco Malfoy.

It was a warm winter day - the day after a snowstorm. The sun was unusually hot, beating down on the students having snowball fights and building snowmen in the front of the castle. I was sitting under a tree writing my History of Magic essay. I looked up and saw him standing by the lake.

He was alone.

I hadn't seen him since his graduation, and I could tell right away that something was different. His hair was loosely falling was loosely falling around his face, his posture slumped and tired-looking. He was wearing the most impeccable black clothing I had every seen, his hands in his pants pockets. I realized that this was the first time that he had ever looked awkward, sullen -

Sad.

When he turned around to look at me, it was as if he were seeing straight through me. It was as if I weren't there. His eyes, usually hard and unfeeling, were the brightest I'd ever seen them, shadowed and haunted by the things he had seen. Grey met brown and I felt a shiver run through me, a part of me awakening that had previously been left untouched.

And I liked it.

He turned back around and beckoned me to follow. He never uttered a word to me, but I knew what he wanted because I could feel him tugging at my heart, my mind, my very soul, and I wanted him. I wanted him with all of my being.

I followed him to a hidden cove in the Forbidden Forest. The dense treetops threw shadows across the ground, black ghosts weaving in and out of the sunlight. He stopped walking and I stepped into the shadows behind him. The sunlight glinted off of his features and he looked like perfection, an angel fallen from grace.

He stepped toward me and ran a slender finger down my cheek. I slid my hands up his arms to his shoulders. He was about to speak, but I pressed my thumb to his lips, ran my fingers through his hair. He never said a word. His eyes spoke volumes.

What are we doing?

My eyes flicked over his face - the chiseled features, the soft hair, eyes like shining silver.

Making a choice.

When he leaned down and his lips met mine, it was like heaven. I felt something inside of me break. He was the missing part of me. I was whole.

As we lay on the ground later, skin against skin, my back against his chest wrapped up in his arms, I asked him why he chose me. The answer he gave me was not one I was expecting -

He needed a reason to live.

He told me that I completed him. I was the reason he didn't crash over the edge of darkness, fall and never climb back up. I'm the light to his darkness, the warmth to his cold. He told me I was perfect - he needed to get lost in my innocence to find himself. He said I would always be a part of him.

He's always a part of me now.

He doesn't look past me anymore. He sees me - really sees me. And I see him.

He said I was the light in his darkness. It's just the opposite for me - he's the darkness in my light.

In all my life, I've never been more tainted then I am now. I've also never been given more reason not to care.

He is my reason.

And I love him for it.

~**~

~ Jacy

Jacy oh my goodness! That was fantastic! The perfect way to start my day.
My cookie has sooo many mistakes and erratic phrases. Lesson here darlings, never write at 1am in the morning but if you do, make sure you have a hot cuppa to keep you wide awake!

Wow, it's been a while. Second post, whoo!

Jacy: I do have full length fics (chaptered), but in my opinion they're all so terrible they don't deserve mention. I'm much happier with the few one-shots I have, but none of them are D/G. ''

Another cookie, my dears!

Twenty Galleons (or, Much Ado About Gum)

Ginny snapped a large piece of bubble gum; she blew a bubble and tapped her foot impatiently. Where was that boy? Trust a Malfoy to be over a half an hour late.

"Weasley, I do wish you wouldn't chew that. You sound like a cow."

"Cow enough that our arrangement is over?" A slick smile plastered itself over his face. Urgh. How disturbing.

"Not a chance. But ditch it and the price goes up."

Ginny pretended to think about it for a moment, then she grinned at him, snapping the gum extra loud. Just for his benefit, of course. "I don't know. I kind of like annoying you."

He snorted, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Twenty-one galleons, not a sickle more. To lose the gum."

"Hah! Twenty, like we agreed, and keep the gum. Honestly, Malfoy, that's not even worth consideration," she continued, mostly to herself. "A one galleon increase. Hah!"

"Yes, yes, your derision is noted. Can we get on with this now?"

"Remember, Malfoy, no funny stuff," Ginny said, popping another slim stick of Drooble's into her mouth. It made her tenth, and she was beginning to develop an inflection on her r's and f's.

"Wamembah, Malfwoy...bah," Draco sulked. Ginny laughed, a low sound.

"C'mere, Draco, you great git." Before he could think about her use of his name, she grabbed his collar in a brave gesture and hauled him toward her, pressing her mouth firmly to his. The kiss was long, deep, and thoroughly satisfying. When they finally parted they were both breathless.

"Here you go," said Draco thickly, pressing a slim pouch of money into her hand. "Whatever you do now, it's of your own volition."

"Well." Ginny faltered, her voice a little breathy despite her best efforts. "I think it's my duty to reclaim my gum from you."

"I couldn't agree more." He wrapped an arm around her, and she didn't form another coherent sentence - bubblegum or no - for a very long time.

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All my cookies are so fluffified. Wooohooo! That was so fun! But it's one in the morning now, so ta, all. And fabulous cookies, all of you. I think the word gum has lost all meaning at this point.

Wow--I'm quite impressed by all these fantastic cookies. Glad to see so many

This isn't really a cookie--it's actually a one-shot I wrote that's posted at ff.net, but it's short enough to be posted


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Soaring

by chopin





The birds were flying up high above her head.

 

And her feet, her tiny feet, they dangled as she sat upon the wooden bench—that bench that was worn with age, cracked in odd places; the ugly one.

 

Beside her was a book, and as the wind fluttered towards the girl, her book and the bench, it’s creamy white pages fluttered and madethat wonderful

 

Rustling sound.  How she loved that sound. 

 

And in the girl’s hand was a quill, a black quill, the one her father had given to her, and that black quill was in her mouth, though it wasn’t a sugar quill—

 

For she was thinking.

 

Thinking whilst she dangled her legs whilst sitting on the bench whilst watching the birds fly over her head. 

 

They seemed so small.

 

So free. 

 

And at this, her pert lips tugged down into a slight frown as she thought of this problem.  She couldn’t fly.  Looking at her arms, her frown widened, because her stupid arms would never be wings, and oh, she could never soar up into the sky like those small, carefree birds, smiling down at the others as they watched her in envy.

 

Never. 

 

Never was a very long time. 

 

But the quill met the creamy white pages soon, and she was smiling again even as she eyed the birds, the un-caged birds.

 

I wish I could be like the birds.

I bet they don’t have anything to worry about

Because wherever they go,

It’ll be beautiful and they’ll be able to see the sun and the stars.

And even if it isn’t beautiful, they could always flap their wings and

Fly away again.

 

“ What’s this?”  But a voice cut into her silence.  Her moment.

 

The girl gasped and looked up, and her legs stopped dangling and her quill dropped to the pavement ground as she looked fearfully at the boy that stood above her.

 

He looked menacing. So tall and gray-eyed and—

Beautiful.

 

She bit her lip and their eyes locked, brown to gray, gray to brown

And it was a Moment.

 

One of those moments when you felt those odd tingles deep inside, within the depths of your heart and you couldn’t explain it--but you didn’t need to either because it was like instinct.

 

You just let the moment fill you like air filled your lungs. 

 

“ What’re you doing out here, little girl?” He asked, and he sat down on the cracked, old, ugly bench right next to her. 

“ I was watching the birds.” She told him truthfully, hesitantly, for she never lied.  The boy did not understand, however.  He frowned at her, then laughed at her and her cinnamon dotted cheeks flushed red. 

 

Her diary.  Her book.  He was holding it in his hands and as he read his words, his gray eyes became a different shade and after a moment, he was laughing, laughing, laughing. 

 

She blinked back tears.

 

“ What’s so funny?” She bit her lip, desperately trying to see what was so funny. Was she supposed to be laughing too?

  He looked at her, eyes narrowed with malice.

“ You.  This.”  He waved her book in her face.  “ Your silly contemplations.  That’s what’s so funny.” 

 

But then, he stopped laughing for a moment and stared at the girl, scrutinized her young, innocent face. 

 
“ Is it bad to want to fly?” She asked softly. His face grew grim.

“ You silly girl.”  He sighed softly. There was something wrong with him, she noted--with his eyes.

 

Why did his voice sound so empty and forlorn?  Why was he suddenly sad? His eyes that were usually full of pride and arrogance was now simply blank, save a hint of--bitterness?

 

And the girl did not understand as the boy leaned in towards her, pressing his cold lips against hers, did not understand why he had tears rolling down his cheeks, and how they felt so cold on her cheeks.  All she knew was that maybe—perhaps, it was another Moment, because she was kissing the boy, and it felt so right and wonderful—

 

Almost like she was flying in the sky, flapping her wings and looking down at everyone as they looked at her in envy. 

 

Almost like her silly contemplations had come true.

 

 

Almost like she was soaring.





-fin-


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Alright, I can't resist. I need a close call cookie. Blame the sugar.

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Draco stood at the head of a very long aisle, watching the vicar fumble through his notes. Obviously he was not experienced in the subtle art of classy weddings. Draco couldn't imagine why his mother, of all people, would hire him. Unless he was a fabulously wealthy friend of the family, which was ridiculous. Who'd ever heard of a rich vicar?

Draco's mind did not, as one might expect that it would, stray to his soon-to-be wife. He didn't particularly want to think of her unless absolutely necessary. The words 'courteous separation' were already in the forefront of his brain, regardless of the fact that he hadn't even said 'I do'. Idly he wondered how she might react if he simply told her to shove her betrothal up her skinny arse.

Of course, that was unkind, it wasn't nearly as much her fault as his; not as much their fault as their parents'. With a heavy sigh he scanned the crowd. A few latecomers drifted through the door, their quick footsteps deafening in the silent church. It seemed everyone was waiting on her. Which made sense, Draco thought chidingly, she *was* the bride.

Two of the late people caught his wandering eye. One of them was a woman, beautiful, with red-gold hair falling in charming disarray to her shoulders. She was wearing a dress not quite suited for a wedding; it was a little too tight and a shocking red Draco had only ever seen as nail varnish. Just a touch out of season. A miraculous find on the discount rack, to be sure. Ginny Weasley.

He had the sudden urge to run down the aisle, throw her over his shoulder and make off with her. He had no idea what she was even doing at the wedding. Their breakup, the cumulation of five years of passion, rebellion and ultimately, love, had been less than enviable. He'd yelled at her about no choice; she'd thrown things. He'd kissed her so hard their teeth scraped and then run away. Hmm. What *was* she doing at his wedding?

His eyes met the shocking green of Harry Potter's. The second latecomer. Hmm, he thought again, she's on a date, that's what. Come to see the freak show, Potter? Decided to bring the girlfriend along?

Their hands were intertwined as they made their way to a back row seat in the pews. He was about to go charging down the aisle and demand an explanation anyway, but the wedding march started up, and he was sort of in a fix.

Numbly he watched Pansy walking up the aisle. She was in about forty tonnes of white lace, carrying a bright blue bouquet which matched her eyeshadow. He saw Potter hide a snicker behind his hand; Ginny elbowed him in the side. Yeah, Potter, he thought; take a long, steamy look at my future. Bet you'd rather the Grim.

Draco's attention flew to Ginny and stayed there. She really was particularly gorgeous that day. When she looked over at him from Pansy's retreating back he pointedly licked his upper lip. He smiled when she blushed, frowning at him.

Pansy had finally reached the head of the aisle, forcing Draco to turn his eyes to her. Her lipstick was as red as Ginny's dress. The blue eyeshadow was not something Ginny would have worn, either. Draco shook his head, trying in vain to clear his thoughts, and he noticed something.

Pansy's eyes weren't on him either. They were straying behind him. When he turned to look, he caught the puppy eyes of Anthony Pritchard. Eew, Draco thought. For Merlin's sake Pansy, he's barely out of Hogwarts. But Pansy had bad taste in everything, so he shouldn't have been surprised.

A plan, half-formed, began to solidify in his mind. He held up a hand to the vicar, who'd just begun to speak, and lifted Pansy's veil. She stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Pansy, why are we doing this?"

"It's an alliance between fam-" He cut her off.

"Besides the parental bullshit."

"Er...because we...we..." Thoughtful pause, wondering voice. "I don't know."

"Tell me Pansy, do you have to be married to be allies?" A smirk, Pansy's version of a joyful smile, began to form on her narrow face.

"No."

"Then I think we've found our loophole. And if anyone asks, we knew it was there from the start."

"Of course." They shook hands, a blue bond sparking magic between them. "Allies forever, Draco."

"But never husband and wife." She nodded, and turned to the crowd. Mr. Parkison and Mr. Malfoy were comforting their wives, who had taken it upon themselves to go into hysterical fits, and similtaneously shooting glares at their offspring.

Draco didn't spare a second glance at his almost-bride. He swaggered straight down the aisle to the very back row and stopped in front of Ginny Weasley.

"Why the hell are you here?"

Ginny was aghast. She sputtered for a moment. Draco could see the anger rising in her pale face, so he quickly hurried on.

"Did you come just to drive me crazy? To distract me? If it weren't for you," he continued, gathering speed, "I could be married to Pansy! Do have any idea...how much I owe you?"

In one smooth motion, he pulled her up and swung her over his shoulder, eliciting a sharp shriek, but no protest. Apparently she'd lost all speech, in anger, surprise or annoyance, Draco could only guess.

"Sorry, Potter," he shot behind him as he left the church. The other man gaped at him, frozen. "You'll have to find yourself another girlfriend."

Ginny didn't start to fight him until they were halfway down the stairs. "Draco Malfoy, you put me down!"

"No."

"Draco!"

"I said no, didn't I? Now, into the limo with you." Back over his shoulder she came, into his arms, and summarily into the sleek black car his mother had purchased for the occasion. High class Muggle was still high class, after all.

"I'm not going anywhere!" She tried to push her way past him but ended up half in his lap. This was fine with Draco.

"To the nearest justice of the peace, driver." The car began to move, Ginny falling over him in a sprawl. "Most undignified, Miss Weasley," he said, pulling her up to kiss her. When they parted she attempted to hold him off with her outstretched hands.

"What are you doing?"

"Marrying you. I hope you're not too upset about Potter to say 'I do' when prompted."

"Look, about Harry, we aren't even going together. He just said you should see what you're missing and...why am I telling you this? You're kidnapping me!" He kissed her again and she leaned into him.

"You're a willing victim," he commented with a smirk. Beautiful, he thought. She would breathe life into Malfoy Manor, or maybe a spacious apartment down London way. Or a house. With three children and ...Draco blinked. Urgh. He was planning way too far ahead. Best marry her first, if he could manage it. She was a stubborn little thing.

"And anyway, we just ran from a perfectly good church-"

"Pansy's going to need that for Anthony." Ginny stopped short.

"Pritchard? Eeeeww! He's barely out of Hogwarts!"

"You think as I do, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Draco, I hate to break it to you, but I'm not your wife."

"Give me twenty minutes to change all that," he purred, and then he was kissing her again. Ginny hummed low in her throat. A Draco Malfoy kiss was enough to change the likes of McGonagall's mind, and he knew it.

Still, she protested. "I'm not going to marry you." A long, drawn out kiss. Draco's sexiest effort thus far. He knew when to pull out the big guns. "Well...maybe just a little bit."

Draco could feel her resolve weakening. Time for another big gesture. Just to clinch the deal. "I'm glad Potter decided to show me what I was missing. I had no idea how much I'd missed it." He leveled her eyes with his with a well placed finger under her chin. "I'm sorry, Gin. I don't know what the hell I was thinking."

"'Yay, fifty billion more galleons'?" she suggested.

"I'd rather have you."

He had her there, he could see it in her eyes. They instantly softened, and even glazed over with a slight sheen of tears. She moved her eyes back and forth across his face, her arm tangled around his neck.

"Are you being too good to be true on purpose?"

"Yeah," he breathed, "do you mind?"

"No," she said, her voice cracking with the tears he'd seen. "No. It's just what I wanted to hear from you." She might have gone on about his sincerity, or lack thereof, but he stopped her.

"Good, because it's just what I wanted to say." Draco pressed his mouth to hers with a softly exhaled breath, thinking how very good she felt. He slipped a hand into her flame-coloured hair.

"I love you, Draco."

They stepped out in the sun, and though he wiped her tears away gently and lead her into the court, he didn't reply for exactly twenty more minutes.

"I love you, Mrs. Malfoy."

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Fluff again. Loooong cookie fluff. Dear God, three pages on word! Well, looks like I wrote myself a one-shot while meaning to write a cookie. Hmn. Sorry for the length, I started writing in the little reply box and sort of...lost track of the word count, lol. Whee, that was fun.

hahaha, jilly i LOVE it. It was hilarious, and enough fluff to keep me satisfied while I study for my physics test ::grin:: I EXPECT MORE!!

- J

Ok, this is a fic i am in the process or writing. This might be a bit long, but i quite like it, and it can be a one-shot if you read it like that. Tell me what you think!

Ginny Weasley looked up into the bright green eyes above her and smiled.Their bodies compressed the green grass in front of the lake and the sky was a stark blue above them. “It’s what he wants. It’s what he wants.” She kept repeating these words to herself as Harry’s lips descended on hers. While he moaned her name, Ginny couldn’t help thinking, no, wishing that the body above her had white-blond hair and silver eyes…

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Draco peered out the narrow window in the East Tower, looking intently at the two bodies under a tree by the lake. He couldn’t help his hand balling into a fist; he couldn’t help the sudden surge of rage that burst through him. “Totally uncalled for…” he muttered to himself, disgusted. “Draco…” A voice behind him called seductively, and he turned, his deep silver eyes meeting violet ones. As he descended upon Pansy Parkinson, he wouldn’t help wishing the body under his was Ginny Weasley’s.

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Harry stood up after about an hour or so, offering Ginny his hand. She accepted. As they walked back to the castle together they talked of trivial things, like Quidditch and the weather. If Harry noticed Ginny was a bit distracted, he didn’t let on.

“Hungry, Gin?” he asked her, motioning towards the Great Hall. It was just before lunch.

“Er… no. I need to catch up on my Charms homework; Flitwick has really been piling it on lately…I’m sure I’ll be hungry for dinner” she said hurriedly. She needed to get away from him, and hoped he wouldn’t remember that Professor Flitwick had been out of class for a week with the flu. She smiled apologetically at Harry and hurried away, wincing when she heard him say, “But Flitwick is…”

She raced down the winding hallways of the school, uttering “Crookshanks” to the Fat Lady (Hermione was Head Girl), and ran up the stairs to the 6th year dormitories. A door on the right had her name on it, and she opened it up to reveal her prefect’s room. Light poured in from the large window opposite the door, and her large four-poster bed was neatly made with crimson Gryffindor bedcovers, a crocheted blanket folded up on the edge of it. Ginny sighed and plopped down in a large overstuffed chair, curling her legs up under her. She ran a hand through her flaming red curls and tears started to roll down her freckled cheeks. Balling her fists up and pressing them on her eyes she tried to stop the steady flow, embarrassed that she was still crying about it. She looked out the window, unconsciously remembering back to that fateful day…

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“Ginny, we can’t.” Draco’s smooth-as-honey voice flowed into her ear, and she opened her eyes wide.

“Draco… what do you mean? I don’t understand…” She could already feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

“My father knows, Ginny. You know the consequences of that, don’t you? And I promised I wouldn’t see you again. I think I convinced him it didn’t mean anything…” he said with no emotion in his voice.

Ginny sighed and put her head in her hands. This was all too much to take. She had given her whole self to him, the great Draco Malfoy. He had become the one person who meant more to her than everyone in the entire world put together. And now he was leaving her? He couldn’t!

“You can’t” said Ginny, barley containing the emotion in her voice.

“And why not?” asked Draco, his silver eyes betraying his cool demeanor. “It never would have worked out anyway… think of it. A Weasley and a Malfoy. Our families wouldn’t accept it.”

“I need you.” Ginny whispered.

“I know.” was all he had said. Then with one last look, he was gone, leaving Ginny cold in the Eastern Tower.
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Ginny shook her head vigorously, bringing her back to the real world. That memory kept playing over and over in her head “Like a broken record” Ginny said out loud. She blushed and looked around, then remembered that she had her own room. Feeling utterly stupid, she went into her bathroom. Water came on, robes came off, and she stepped into a soothing hot shower. She always did her best thinking in there.

“He must still have feelings for me,” She thought to herself, “otherwise he would totally stop looking at me. I catch his glances; I know he still feels like that. What his father doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right? I should try to get him back… he won’t be able to resist.”

Content with her resolution, Ginny stepped out of the shower. Then it hit her. Harry. He told her that he wanted her today. Three years ago she would have died for this. Now she was only accepting his proposals because she felt empty without someone needing her, wanting her. Some people called her a slut, but she called herself… dependent. “Right then. First thing, I’ll break it off with him.”

Dried off and back in her room, she picked out a clean jumper and skirt to wear, then threw on her robes. She looked into the mirror, applying a bit of gloss to her lips and tying her hair into a sloppy bun. Satisfied, she gave herself a once-over and went down to dinner.

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Draco looked at the exquisite form that walked into the Great Hall. Her red hair was piled on her head in a bun, and curly tendrils fell all around her face and eyes. She glanced over at him and their eyes met for a second. Draco wanted to pull his gaze away but Ginny wouldn’t let him. She looked at him pointedly across the hall then looked away, taking a seat at her table with Harry on one side and Hermione on the other. It was then that Draco noticed he wasn’t the only one looking. For the past year Ginny had not been without a boyfriend, and he knew that half the male population of Hogwarts was clamoring for the next position. He growled softly when he saw Potter put an arm around Ginny, but the growl turned to a smirk as Ginny politely took his hand off of her shoulders. She then started speaking to him very intently, and after a few minutes Potter left the Hall with a pained look on his face, and Hermione followed soon after.

Ginny finished her meal and got up from the table, looking at Draco intently before walking out of the Hall. Curious, he put his fork down and got up, quietly following Ginny down the hallway.

At the first turn he caught up with her, and grabbed her arm rather forcefully. “Just what do you think are you doing?” he asked the short redhead.

“This” said Ginny, and pressed her lips to his. Draco groaned. He couldn’t do this. He wasn’t allowed. Visions of his father flashed across his mind, and he pushed her away.

“Ginny, I thought we went through this.”

“What your father doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Malfoy.”

God, the way she said his name. He loved it when she called him Malfoy. It made her seem like a vixen, and he loved that about her. Damnit, he loved everything about her. Before he could think what he was doing, he had her pressed against the wall, their tongues playing tag with each other and their hands groping. She was moaning his name; his hand was under her shirt…

“Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco spun around. There stood Ron, and before Draco could say anything, a fist was in his face, Ginny screamed, and his world went black.

*lets out squeal* AHH! SOO MANY LOFFLY COOKIES! *yumm...*

jilly- i loved both of your cookies - very amusing, especially the bubblegum one...heh...
magnolia - i KNEW i recognized that! I started reading the fic (did I ever review??) great job! poor Draco...stupid Ron...

loffly loffly loffly!

AAAND - here's some D/G interaction from a D/G H/Hr fic I'm in the process of writing. I'll post the link at the end. Here ya go!!

~**~

Oh how we love you
No flaws when you're pretending
But now I know she

Never was and never will be
Have you no shame, don't you see me
You know you've got everybody fooled
~**~

Ginny sat on the railing of the balcony outside of the Astronomy Tower, her legs dangling over the edge. It seemed this was the only place she could go to be alone. She wished everyone would just stop asking her questions – better yet, she wanted to disappear.

By “everyone”, she meant Ron. She loved her brother more then anyone else she could think of, but she just wanted him to stop breathing down her neck – the looks of sympathy, the gentle way he spoke to her, the avoidance of any conversation that had to do with the word “graduation.” He was treating her like a fragile doll that would break at the slightest wrong movement, and the way he looked at her – it was as if she would burst out crying at any given moment, and all things considered, she probably would, although that wasn’t what she really wanted to do.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to throw a tantrum, she wanted to argue with anyone who was willing to yell back at her and not treat her like a porcelain doll or a piece of glass. She wanted to bring up anything trivial that would have given her a right to be angry – the absence of Ron at her graduation because he was on tour, just to find out the day of the ceremony that the game was cancelled, Percy and his god-forsaken dedication to the Ministry that kept him away until the last few moments of the ceremony. She wanted to yell and scream and whine to him about showing up late, had every intention of doing so, until – well, she couldn’t be sure. All they knew was that he was missing. He wasn’t among the dead, but he didn’t seem to be among the living either. Nobody knew where he was, and all searches came back fruitless. She was giving up hope. She was losing what little faith she had left in their cause.

So, all other choices gone, Ginny had nothing left to do but wander up to the Astronomy Tower and sit on the balcony. She knew Ron would throw a conniption fit if he saw her sitting on the railing, so close to the edge. She almost welcomed the screaming that would ensue as a sign that everything had returned to normal.

When the door creaked open, Ginny half expected to hear her brother’s voice yelling at her to get down, maybe Harry coaxing her downstairs, Hermione standing quietly and talking with her until she came down.

The last person she expected to see when she turned around was Draco Malfoy. Ginny gave him a withered look before turning her back on him. “What do you want?”

Draco stood in the doorway for a few moments contemplating the situation. He had every intention of coming up here and being alone, but as usual, his quiet place was already taken over by the youngest Weasley. He couldn’t seem to get away from her. He was beginning to wonder if the Fates were trying to tell him something, although he had no idea what they could possibly want from him.

Draco walked over, careful not to startle her. She was sitting so close to the edge – one wrong move and she would fall. “Weasley, what are you doing up there?” he asked, amusement evident in his voice. “Going to jump off?”

Ginny closed her eyes and almost smiled. She said very calmly, “Yes, I was going to jump off but then a very annoying Slytherin came up here and ruined the moment for me. I’m thinking of taking him down with me now.”

Draco laughed and Ginny turned her head. She’d never heard him laugh like that before. It was real laughter, not the cold, hateful sound that she usually heard from him. She wasn’t quite sure she liked this turn of events. “You think I’m funny Malfoy?” Ginny asked, malice in her voice. Just when she found someone who wouldn’t treat her like a piece of glass, he had to go and confuse the hell out of her. She hated being confused, and she was harboring enough puzzlement at the moment to last her a lifetime.

Draco continued chuckling. He had her completely riled up, and he loved every second of it. “Immensely. Do you really think you would be able to take me down without a fight?”

Ginny smiled egotistically even though she knew he couldn’t see her face. “I could try.”

Draco almost laughed aloud again. “Yes, try. Go ahead. I promise you though, you won’t succeed. After all, I’m the big, bad Slytherin and you’re Gryffindor’s flawless little princess, all coddled and cuddled with no place to go.” Draco wanted to continue, but he noticed her shoulders tense, her posture suddenly stiff. He didn’t realize that his words would have such an effect on her.

“That seems to be the collective perception, isn’t it?” Ginny said, her voice dripping with a sarcasm he rarely heard come from anyone besides himself.

“What are you talking about Weasley?”

Ginny glared at the sky and shook her head before swinging her legs over the ledge and stalking back into the room. She was graceful, like a predator on the hunt, and Draco was surprised to see the anger etched in her features. Her eyes bore into him and all he could do was stare. “Never. Mind,” she said, annunciating each word angrily. “I wouldn’t want to bother you with my problems. I am just a flawless little princess, after all.” Ginny spun on her heel and walked out slamming the door behind her, leaving a thoroughly confused Draco Malfoy in her wake.

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Wanna read the rest of the fic? Here's the link - Bells and Footfalls

~ Jacy

Whoa... impressive, Blazefury. And NELL! You know how slow I can be when I'm on Cherry Coke! You have to tell me these things or else my pathetic little brain won't function properly. And I loveses it. Even more than I did when I read it the first time. NOW POST GRAY! NOW! MAINTENANT! Tu comprehends? Or something like that anyway? Good. ::huggles Fairy Tales::

I showed my sister, and she went, "EEEEEEWWWWWW!!! Malfoy and Ginny? That is just WRONG!"

See? I told you she was a prep. But does anyone ever believe me? No. Never. ::wallows::

Everyone who doesn't already know, my sister is a prep. If she ever contacts you, run. She can be quite irksome.

Oh no! I've become addicted to this forum! *bashes head, Dobby-like* Now I will fail my finals!....Oh well.


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Banister


With exaggerated stealth, one Ginny Weasley crept up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. She hadn't actually been there before - she didn't take Astronomy and had no one to snog - but she knew it would be empty. The professors had begun cracking down on snogging couples with a few well-placed charms that set off an alarm in the staff's bedrooms. Naturally, the Tower was avoided like the plague, because no one was brave enough to test Snape's temper after being woken in the early morning hours by a clock screaming "Snoggers! SNOGGERS!".

So why was Ginny anywhere near the Tower at three a.m.? She'd heard from her friend Susan Collerly that it was equipped with, on top of eight-nine and a half stairs, a wide banister. This presented a multitude of opportunity for sliding, something she missed greatly from the Burrow.

In her home was a set of nineteen curling stairs with a banister on either side, set just wide enough to sit side-saddle. When she was a toddler she'd gone down on Fred or George's shoulders - Ron on the other twin's - shrieking in joy. Even as she grew older and the twins left for Hogwarts, she and Ron had had races on the opposite sides. She'd always won, usually following it up by jumping around in obnoxious triumph. Of course, then Ron had learned chess, and he trounced her too often for her to take any more pleasure in stair-sliding competitions. It hadn't mattered anyway, three months later he'd been off to Hogwarts himself.

Five minutes later she reached the summit of the lofty tower, and she was just about to sling a leg over the wooden slide when she heard a voice.

"What are you doing, Weasley?" Ginny turned. There, in the half-light from the moon was the pale figure of Draco Malfoy.

"About to slide down the banister if you don't mind."

"Sliding down the banister? How plebian." She shrugged, unconcerned. Let him think her simple. She could tell that her refusal to be roused, like Ron would have been, was annoying him. "But I suppose you have to have something to do without the money to buy entertainment. Or does your tent even have stairs?"

"I do have a house, Malfoy, and yes there are stairs in that house. Now, are you done with the mandatory idiocy, so I can get going?" She didn't wait for an answer, only flipped herself onto the banister and set off, hands over her head. She didn't dare yell for fear of waking Trelawney, who was said to live behind the wall. Somewhere.

She flew off the end with flair, landing on her feet, but was somewhat confused to her an outraged squawk from behind her. Ginny turned to find a very rumpled Malfoy flat on his arse at the end of the stairs. In between laughter, she said, "I thought banister-sliding was plebian?"

"Well," he said haughtily, "I only wanted to see what was so great that it made a goodie-goodie Gryffy sneak out at night." Ginny smothered the last of her laughter.

"I'll show you. Come on." She held out a hand to him, but he lept up by himself and followed her up the stairs in a stately manner. Or as stately as he could manage given that his gelled hair was sticking up in small spikes. "Alright," she said when they'd reached the top. "Get on the banister."

To her surprise he obeyed, and she repositioned his leg a bit so he'd get more speed. "Now, stay close behind me, I'll try not to go too fast. Watch for the end of the staircase and get ready to jump off by leaning forward a bit."

"Why do you get to go first?"

"Because I'm smarter than you, Malfoy, and I don't want to crush you when I jump off." He sniffed rudely, eyeing her.

"You're just a little thing, you couldn't hurt me. I'm going first."

"No you aren't!"

"Yes I am!"

"If you go first you'll have to hold my hand so you won't kill yourself!" She climbed in back of him to punctuate the threat.

"Done." Ginny sputtered.

"What?"

"I said done, Weasley, now give me your scrawny hand so I can get going!" She did so without minding the insult and he pulled her a little too close to his back for comfort. He pushed off with a flick of his leg. Dimly Ginny noticed that her hand and his had come to rest on his thigh. But she would not think about that.

The bottom of the stairs approached with Ginny's stomach in a bit of a flutter. What if he killed them both? She should never have let him take the lead, she knew it!

But, to her surprise and his, when they did reach the limits of the banister he jumped with practiced grace to the ground, bringing her with him. He turned around abruptly, leaving her with nothing to do but slam into his chest. She scowled at him. Couldn't the idiot see he'd left her no room? And he was still holding her hand, too. And...wait...his other hand was in a very rude place, presumably trying to...what? Break her fall? From the back?

"Malfoy, get your hand off my arse!" she spat at him. He only stared at her, steel gray eyes flicking across her face. "Malfoy!" He blinked.

"Oh, stop bellowing, Weasley." A wicked grin spread across his face and he pinched her, hard. Of course, this pitched Ginny forward in surprise, and coincidentally, closer to him. She would have been very shocked if a sliver of light had managed to leak through their melded shadows.

"What are you playing at?" she snapped. The hand occupied below her waist moved up to smooth back her hair.

"Oh, I don't know," he sighed. "This and that." Very casually he dipped his head and pressed his mouth to hers. It was beyond Ginny how he could be so relaxed, and...hidden. If someone had asked her an hour ago if she'd be at the foot of the Astronomy Tower kissing Draco Malfoy well...no one would have. But she would have laughed! Or, based on the kiss, sighed dreamily. No, she wouldn't have! Yes, she would! No! Maybe!

Ginny fell deeper into the kiss to try and avoid the annoying voices in her head, arguing over nothing. The basic part of her brain was having a very good time, conseqeunces be damned. While she had been thinking Malfoy had lost his casual air, and was now snogging her like a drowning man looking for air. She was really enjoying herself even when she registered some flashing dots against her closed lids. Lights.

She opened one brown eye, looking to the side where a magical sign hung in the air, reading: SNOGGERS! Suddenly she could hear the faint shriek of what sounded like an air raid siren. Uh-oh. She pushed away from Malfoy.

"Run," she gasped at him.

Still holding her hand he flew down the corridors toward the Slytherin dungeons, and she found she didn't even want to remind him she was still tagging behind. When they arrived, however, it became apparent that he hadn't forgotten her at all.

*

"No, Severus, I cannot tell who was here fifteen minutes ago, or five, or a second. The magic is just too shaky."

"But Albus," protested McGonagall, "I thought you said that any activity here could be monitored and pinned to specific students."

"I'm an old man, Minerva. I suppose I'd forgotten that this spell is untraceable after midnight."

"Untraceable after midnight? I've never heard of-"

"You'd all best be getting back to bed. Eh, Severus?" Snape grunted, clenching his fists as he stalked off to wherever he slept.

Dumbledore turned to McGonagall with a twinkle in his eye. "You too, Minerva. It's very late."

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“Harry!” she scolded. “Why would you do that?”

“Do what?” Harry asked, the very picture of innocence. His hand moved subtly to cover the photograph he’d been vandalizing.

“Is that my yearbook? You didn’t…you did!” Ginny caught his hand and moved it away from the photo, her eyes coming to rest on the moustache hovering in the background.

“He ducked out before I could get a good angle on him.”

“I had to talk circles around Ron to get him to order one for me, you know; I don’t need you writing all over it. You’re lucky he hides from Ron sometimes, or I wouldn’t know how to get him back.”

She ignored Harry muttering about the wisdom of getting him back at all and tapped the photo with a fingernail. The little person stayed hidden from view except for a hint of black robe. “Draco?” she cooed at it.

A set of pale grey eyes peered around the edge, but otherwise he stayed hidden. Ginny sighed. “Where are you, Draco, you handsome devil?” she said loudly. Photo-Draco was appeased by the chance to preen and came eagerly back into the frame. She smiled. “That’s better. Never you mind Harry, he has a twitchy quill-hand.”

“Did someone call for me?” a low voice said from behind her. She turned around to see the living portion of the boy she’d been talking to. A deep blush stained her cheeks.

“Er, no, Malfoy. No one.”

“I thought it was Draco?” he said with a smirk. Ginny went still redder.

“Your picture’s fond of flattery,” she said flatly. Beside her, Harry was glaring daggers.

“We’re almost at King’s Cross, Gin. Maybe you ought to get your things together.”

She nodded and went to brush past Malfoy, who caught her arm and dragged her into the hall. He shot one malicious glance at Harry before slamming the door and locking it with his wand.

“Yeah,” he drawled at the angry boy in that one spare second. “Maybe she ought.”


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Ohhh, mindless. Enjoy

haha but I loved it

w00tlicious! I loved the idea of the yearbook picture!

w00talicious, right Amber.

I have a cookie but...*looks at Ammie the Fweepsy Beta expectantly*

~Nell

*goes into Ammie the Fweepsy Beta mode*

Post the cookie! Post it!

Title : Written
Rating : PG-13
Author Comments : For You.
Story Content: The dawn of beginnings.

Things wasn't always this way, it wasn't supposed to turn out this way. I can't even wrap my mind around how fast everything came to be. How it just flew out of control, so much so, that I have to hold on to something in order to gain some semblance of control.

You know I never knew what it was that drew us together, no, no, together seems to be the wrong word. Well, to what we are, I suppose.

It's kind of melodramatic I suppose but he was always one for some fun. For someone to be his sounding board, to vent, to feel superior especially to a Weasley and the youngest one at that! The nerve!

So on it went, sparring, vocal sparring of course, he never laid a hand on me. If he ever did, the game would drop. It was simple as that. As I was saying, it went on, getting bigger by the day, we created secrets, scenarios, drew people in from other houses and made it all real. It was a rather powerful feeling but to have shared it with of all people, him, was incomprehensible but you know what? It didn't matter at all.

Like I said, things just started unravelling faster and faster and the game that was so real, was real. All our insecurities, our fears and secrets were laid on the line and bared to the both of us and there was no smirking, no yelling, no taunts or jabs, there was just this silence as we took it all in. This yanking feeling in my stomach that was so prominent whenever I looked at him and I ran away.

Well that was the first time. He said that he knew I would run but I saw his balled fists as he said that.

When did things become so tangible?

When did things become such a need that I lusted for it?

I still can't give you that answer.

One day, out of the blue, he asked me,

"Is this real?"

He was standing so close that all I could see was his eyes, and his usually slicked back blonde hair was mussed and framing his face, his hot breath coming in small puffs, warming my cheek.

And something struck, all the pieces came togther and the usual yanking feeling in my stomach dropped suddenly. It felt like I was surrendering myself.

I closed my eyes and all I did was smile and...he ran.

That was the best response I could have gotten.

Other people wouldn't have understood, but I did. I understood and that meant so much more because it was our secret. The game was such a big thing by now that every little thing that we had to ourselves meant so much.

I know it's confusing to you, but to us, it was pretty much simple. It was just me and him in a game that had everybody watching us.

And the feeling, like I said before, was powerful.

It was addictive.

He was addictive.

Things went on fast forward and everything was a blood rush. In my room, in his, the common room, the broom closet, the astronomy tower, even the Great Hall. It was all entangled limbs, hot breath, willing flesh.

Soft and slow, fast, rough and domineering. Over and over.Whispering my name, spilling like blood from an open wound. He was my slave. He was my dominator.

He was my secret.

He also never made the mistake of offering promises that he would never keep.
Whatever happened, was now and not tomorrow and that was it.

Then our little game, it had to end. The war broke everyone up more than it should have and he left for a while.

He left. Leaving me marked with his teeth and lips.

He left. With nothing, nothing at all. Nothing to lose and he wasn't afraid.

When he came back though.

He was a marked man.

A target.

And all I could do was shed a tear before he marked me over and over that night.

"I came back for you."

That's what he said and that was the one thing I never expected him to do.
He made a promise.

And now, I'm sitting just beside him, watching him. Thinking of how the next game we play would tear us apart, would it make me have to choose or would it mean that we'll just have this secret, shared between the both of us?

I'm still watching him. My secret. Draco Malfoy.

Ginny Weasley

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Ugh blaze, I feel so sad now and I'm not even sure if the end promises happiness or just more confusion and games.

There's a poetic quality to the way you wrote this ficlet that I don't usually see in your fiction and I quite like it.

The storyline was interesting because at first I thought it was a cliche of Ginny and Draco but then you developed it into something more. Instead of leaving me with a feeling that is simply satisfying at the end, it's more of a meaningful innuendo. A curiousity of what really happened you could say.

Hoping I'm going to see more and that you update State of Mind because that ending with the wrinkled hand was just KILLING me

- J

That was fantastic. And unfortunately, what with me being so emotionally unstable right now, made me almost sit at my computer, snivelling and mewling like some little baby. Sniff. Thanks! ^-^

Like _J_ said, it was very poetic. I love thagt style of writing, and you do it well. Great job. Even thought there was no ending to the emotions, really, I felt that piece was finished. I'm going to read more of your work now.

That was wonderful cookies! I loved it jilly.

Now Nappa, has made a seperate forum for cookies and ficlets, so everybody posts there right? So I did. Lol. He already started a thread.

See you all there and keep up the RR!

Cheers, blaze

Title : Saved (1/1)
Rating : PG
Author Comments : My first attempt at anything G/D. Sorry if any of the locations are wrong. I'm writing this at midnight so please excuse anything that is wrong. This was kinda weird for me to write. Not like my usual stuff, but I've been listening to The Gloria Record. Figures. Anyway, enjoy the cookie!
Story Content: Draco finds his savior. Ginny's 6th year/Draco's 7th Year.




The snow fell outside the window as Ginny Weasley stifled a yawn. It was Christmas morning and the trio had gone off to Hogsmeade for a much needed vacation. Still in bed, Ginny contemplated on getting up or staying in bed, but finally decided to go down to the great hall when her stomach wouldn't stop growling. Ginny walked through the corridor and smiled when she saw the snow falling across the courtyard. She loved Christmas. She loved the way the cool breeze felt against her ivory skin. She loved the crisp taste of snow in the air and she loved the decorations in the great hall. Ginny entered the hall with an air of elegance around her as she made her was for the Griffindor table, completely oblivious of the pair of eyes staring intently at her from the Slytherin table.

Draco Malfoy woke up to the sounds of his two pathetic cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, scarfing down homemade treats and talking obscenely amongst each other. He hated Christmas. Wasting a full day singing "songs of joy", being civilized to one another, and worst of all opening silly gifts. Draco didn't need gifts because ever since his father got a higher position, he hadn't had anything at all. He was a spoiled child, but ever since his father had been meeting with all the important dark wizards and holding parties at the Malfoy Manor, Draco hadn't heard a word from his family. That was nearly 5 years ago. Draco dressed quickly and left the Slytherin towers in search of food at the great hall. He'd been there only 5 minutes when she walked through the door. He watched her face light up at the decorations around the hall. He watched her hair bounce as she walked with such poise to the griffindor table. He watched her talk to longbottom, and laugh at his musings, but he watched her eyes with such intensity that he felt he could see right through her. Her eyes. Always held such truth and beauty, never faltered by anything. He wished he could be like that. He wished he could take all of his wrong doing back and become a better person, but he could never do that. He was always taught different. Draco stopped pushing his food around his plate, got up from his seat, and left the hall.

While Neville was telling Ginny about his rememberall incident from his first year, Ginny noticed Draco leave. Draco; the boy, no, man whom she had grown to love. Once she realized she was over Harry, she began noticing her strong attraction to Draco Malfoy. He carried himself with the confidence that Harry lacked. The way he looked at her, almost as if he could see her soul to the very depts. She supposed this was why she loved him. No one had ever paid attention to her like he did. He may have never really shown it, but she knew when he looked at her, she could fell his gaze upon her when she walked into the room. She talked to Neville to distract herself because she knew if she sat alone, she'd lift her head to meet his gaze and show him what he wanted. If she was going to make the first move, it'd have to be at the right moment. Telling Neville that she was feeling a bit tired, Ginny left the hall in search of Draco.

Draco sat on the bench outside in the snow. He felt so at peace here. He hadn't felt this peaceful since he was a child and his mother would read him stories of Knights fighting dragons to save their true love. He'd memorized those tales and often thought about them at night when he couldn't sleep. The damsel in distress always had a hero. He knew he wasn't a hero. He couldn't even cope with his own problems how was he going to deal with someone else's. He buried his face in his hands and felt the snow come crashing down on his neck as the world had done to him.

'It's now or never' Ginny thought, as she watched Draco with his face in his hands. She stepped lightly through the snow, leaving only small fragments of her footprints, as she came closer to the sullen man. Tapping lightly on his shoulder, she watched as he tilted his face up to hers, shock clearly evident on his face, but quickly replaced by his normal cold exterior.

"What is it Weasley?", Draco said, trying to be firm. Ginny simply stared him strait in the eye as she moved in for the kiss. He knew what she was doing and was about to stop her when she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "Quit thinking and give into your intuition Draco." That was his last coherent thought before she placed her lips upon his. Not long into the kiss, she teased his lips with the tip of her tongue, coaxing him to open up to her which he complied to easily. He encircled her waist with his arms while she played with the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. Finally needing air, they broke away from each other's lips, though still in each others arms. Draco held Ginny while she planted soft kisses along his jawbone and lightly ran her hand along his chest. She suddenly stopped to look up at him. Draco had a questioning look on his face, but it vanished as soon as she leaned up to his ear and whispered five words. "I love you Draco Malfoy." The snow had stopped falling at that point, replaced by the sounds of the gentle wind blowing and laughter through out the castle. His heroine had come, and Draco Malfoy was finally saved.

Awww Rhenn, that was sweet. Really too fluffy for my usual tastes but I did like this one lol i can imagine that the Gloria Record would make anyone feel the urge to write a sappy fic, but I listen to reggae, jungle and punk so heh, my fics are usually up-beat or a tad angsty

I didn't really get how Ginny fell in love with someone she didn't know, but then again she thought she loved Harry Potter so it made sense.

Hope to see some more of your stuff ( TRY ANGST! )

- J

Title :Untitled (1/???)
Rating : PG
Author Comments : G -- I'm actually kind of new at this. D/G have been talking to me the last few days - and I listened. It doesn't have a title, and I'm not really sure how this posting thing works, but I *must* let someone read it. (Oh - and it's not a full story. Just one chapter... I dunno if it's against the rules or not to post the entire chapter here or not. Sorry, if it is.)
Story Content:

Ginny Weasley fell into bed, exhausted. Who knew classes could be so tiring? Unfortunately, there was no end in sight; the end of the term wouldn't come until July and it was only January. Ginny snuggled beneath the homemade quilt for warmth, silently cursing the coldness of the Gryffindor Tower at night. As she willed sleep to come, all she could think was tomorrow would just be like today and the day after tomorrow the same as well. It should have been comforting, but it wasn't. She wasn&#8217;t one to wish her life would change overnight; but she did wish something would at least be different. The sameness of it all could be quite boring.

It didn't matter that she'd conquered her Harry-demon ages ago, Ginny always felt a twinge of longing when she saw Harry Potter and Hermione Granger snuggling. It wasn't like they were trying to flaunt their relationship&#8212;they were happy and Ginny wouldn't begrudge anyone happiness. She just wished sometimes&#8230; "Sickening, isn't it, Gin?"

Ginny looked up to find her favorite brother looking down at her. "Disgusting," she agreed. For a moment, she was upset Ron had interrupted her thoughts. The Weasley daughter was aware something was missing from her life (even at sixteen), but couldn't quite put her finger on it. If only she knew what she was wishing for.

Just as he sat down, the ceiling of the Great Hall parted and owls flew in from all directions. Ginny was surprised when a small brown owl dropped a piece of parchment in her lap. This was certainly something different, as she never got mail. Usually all the mail came for Ron, Harry, or Hermione. Sure, her mother would sometimes say hello as an afterthought, but it was never just for her. Curiously, she slid her finger beneath the seal. Her eyes widened at the words:

Virginia,
Come to my office the hour before lunch.
Professor Dumbledore

"What does it say?" Ron asked. He eyed his sister over a glass of pumpkin juice. "Is it from Mum?"

Ginny shook her head. "Nope. My penpal at Durmstrang," she lied easily. For some reason, she knew she couldn't tell Ron or the rest of them about her meeting with Dumbledore. At least until she knew what it was about herself.

"You have a penpal at Durmstrang?" Hermione asked. "I wonder if they know Victor."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Anyone who knows Quidditch knows Victor, Hermione."

"Of course they know of him," Hermione corrected, "But I wonder if they actually know him. In the sense of having carried on an actual conversation with him." She studied her boyfriend for moment, before smiling widely. "Are you jealous?"

The Boy Who Lived shook his head. "No. Don't be silly."

"Good," she murmured. "Because you have nothing to be jealous of. Just because he's incredibly handsome, gentle, and fabulously rich&#8211;"

"Hey," Ron cut in, "Harry's rich as well."

Harry looked at his friend. "Thank you, Ron. We all know it's the reason Hermione fancies me anyway."

The brunette sighed dramatically. "Don't be silly, Harry. You know it's because your world famous." She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "After all, I can only be with someone who is world famous."

And just like that, Ginny was forgotten. It wasn't that she didn't fit in with the three friends; it was just that she didn't fit in with the three friends. She was sure if she weren't Ron's little sister she wouldn't be included in the group at all. Of course, Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been through a lot together and Ginny couldn't necessarily blame them. Ginny reached over and grabbed a piece of wheat toast from her brother's plate. "I forgot something in my room. I'll see you all later."

She thought she heard three distinct goodbyes before walking off. If she'd looked toward the Slytherin table, Ginny might have seen the boy with silver eyes watching her. His look was undeterminable, even for those who knew him. All he knew was that his father chose her.


The youngest Weasley stood before the great gargoyle, wondering absently if someone would come to fetch her. She was early, but only by a minute or so. Dumbledore's office was closed off, like always. She'd tried murmuring the password Professor McGonagall had used her first year, but of course it didn't work. Instead, she just stood there waiting patiently.

After a few moments, the gargoyle moved away and she was surprised to find Snape standing there. "Sir," she muttered.

The notoriously mean professor eyed her warily. "Are you coming?" he finally snapped.

Ginny took a deep breath before she stepped up onto the spiral staircase. After a moment the gargoyle moved back in place and the staircase moved upwards automatically. When they stepped into Dumbledore's office Ginny noticed it hadn't changed since her first year. Most of the walls were lined with books, while portraits of the former Headmasters of Hogwarts were lined up behind his desk. Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, smiling. "Miss Weasley, I'm glad you could come."

Ginny tried to smile. "Sir, I'm not sure what this is about."

His eyes seemed to sparkle. "It'll be explained in due time, Miss Weasley." He stretched out his arm and a comfortable armchair appeared. "Would you please sit?"

Nodding, she did. Her eyes widened slightly when Professor Snape went to stand behind Dumbledore's desk. Whatever this was about obviously involved the Potions instructor.

"Miss Weasley," Dumbledore began, "I've called you here for a very important reason. Before I can disclose any details, I need a promise from you that you won't talk about this with any of the other students." When he saw her about to protest, he said, "Especially not Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, or your brother. It is dire that they do not know about this. Do you understand?"

Ginny nodded, and mumbled a low, "Yes."

"Very good." Dumbledore turned around and a secret passage appeared behind his desk. "Mr. Malfoy, will you join us?"

"Malfoy?" Ginny asked. Her eyes widened when the Slytherin appeared. "What're you doing here?"

"Same as you, Gin," he smirked. "I was asked."

"Do not call me Gin, Malfoy."

"Why not?" Draco challenged. "Harry does it."

She blushed, but didn't bother to deny it.

"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore observed, "Please sit down." With another flick of his wand, he'd conjured an identical armchair beside Ginny. "Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy is the reason you're here. And should you chose to agree to what we've called you here to ask you, you'll be working with him."

Ginny stood and shook her head. "Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you."

"I told you," Draco smirked. "She's a little Weasel. Too afraid to do anything meaningful. No, she'd just rather follow Potter and her jerk of a brother around all day."

"Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape warned, "Do restrain yourself."

Draco sneered, but sat back in his chair. To Ginny it looked like he might be pouting, his arms crossed over his chest and the murderous look on his face. She absently wondered if anyone had ever advised Draco to restrain himself before.

"Miss Weasley," the headmaster began, "the truth is that we need your help. I would ask you to at least listen to the proposition before you turn us down."

Begrudged she sat back down. "All right."

"Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore prompted. When Draco nodded, Dumbledore began again. "As you know, there has been a rise of Death Eater activity in Europe for sometime now. We're all aware that Lord Voldemort has risen, and we've been waiting for over a year on him to strike. The Death Eaters have gained a foothold in Germany and France, but haven't managed to maintain a following in England yet." He paused to study Ginny for a moment. "This is why we need you to help us, Virginia."

She was taken back at his use of her full name. No one called her 'Virginia' anymore. "Me?" Ginny asked. Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid to even ask. "Why me?"

"This is the part Mr. Malfoy must explain." He looked at the blonde-headed boy expectantly. "Draco?"

Draco sat up straight in his seat and turned to face her. "For several months now," he began explaining, "I have been trying to gain entrance into my father's circle of friends." He almost smiled when Ginny's eyes widened. "Not because I want to join them, but in order to gain classified information the Resistant Effort."

"You're a spy, then?" Ginny asked.

Draco nodded. "Something like that."

The redheaded girl looked at him disbelievingly. "Why should I believe you?"

"You don't have to believe me, you only have to trust me."

"No."

He sighed deeply. "Will you at least listen to the rest of what I have to say?" When Ginny didn't reply, Draco continued, "Three days before I returned to Hogwarts, my father informed me of a test that had been devised. Should I pass, I'll receive the Dark Mark after graduation. He instructed me to befriend&#8212;to make her love me, he said&#8212;someone from the opposing side. Father wanted someone with connections, someone I could get information from."

"Why me?" she asked.

"I didn't choose you. He did."

"Why?"

Draco shook his head. "You figure it out, Weasley."

"My family," she said instantly.

"Yes," Draco answered. "My father has hated your father for years. What better way to get revenge than using his only daughter against him?"

"Again, why should I believe you?" Ginny turned to face him. "You've never been nice to me, or any of my friends. Now suddenly you want my help, so please tell me why I should believe you at all?"

For a moment, Draco's eyes softened and Ginny was surprised at how it changed his entire appearance. He dropped his head. "This will never work. She has to trust me."

"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore answered gently, "You have never given her a reason to trust you. All of her points are valid."

Draco knew they were right, of course. He looked back up at Ginny, careful to make eye contact. "I know I'm asking you for a lot and I know you have no reason to trust me. But I'm not asking that we become friends, I'm not asking that our relati&#8211;" he stopped to clear his throat, "I'm not asking that our relationship be real. I only want to stop my father and his friends. And I need your help to do it." Tentatively, he reached over and took one of her hands from his lap. "Will you help me?" Draco almost whispered.

When she finally looked away, Ginny looked down to see his pale, long fingers gently holding her own. "How do we do this?" she finally asked.

He could have hugged her. Or even kissed her. Except for the fact that she was a Weasley, of course.

Professor Snape cleared his throat. "I believe that's why I'm here. The other instructors and I have designed a study program for the sixth and seventh years. A sixth year will be paired with a seventh year; each of them being expected to help the other prepare for the upcoming term. It is meant to offer support to all of the students, but it was rather convenient for our purpose. You two will be paired together, of course."

Ginny looked from Snape to Malfoy. "That explains why we'll be together occasionally. But I think this is more than an occasional thing."

Draco nodded. "You're right. My father will have to be convinced you're in love with me. He will be at the Quidditch Ball in just a few weeks, and we'll be expected to attend together."

It was odd, being asked to a ball, Ginny thought. Of course she'd been asked before, but it was always last minute. "Is it after the final Slytherin-Gryffindor game?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Okay." Ginny was sure there was nothing else she could say, even though she knew she had to help. Finally, she stood. "Then I guess I'll be seeing you, Malfoy&#8211;"

"Draco," he corrected. At her quizzical look, he said, "My father has allies in this school. There will be no doing this halfway, Weas&#8212;Ginny. Or would you rather I called you Virginia?" Draco questioned.

"Ginny is fine."

"Very well," Professor Dumbledore spoke up. "It seems that our meeting is over. Mr. Malfoy, I think you should walk Miss Weasley to the dining hall. You only have three weeks to convince the school you're&#8230; together."

Draco nodded. "Come along, Weas&#8212;sorry, Ginny." He put a gentle hand on her back, surprising them both.

Once they were outside the gargoyle Ginny turned to face him. "I hate this, just so you know."

He sneered. "I know. You seem to think I'm enjoying it, though."

"No," she corrected, "I just think you're lying."

Draco reached up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. "Ginny," he whispered. He dropped his hand and took a step closer. "It could be very beneficial to us both."

Her eyes widened. "No," she told him firmly. "There will be no&#8230;"

"No what?" Draco challenged. "Snogging?"

"Of course not!" He noted that she sounded appalled by the idea. "Why would you even suggest it?"

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Draco tugged her forward. They stood, her hips pressed into hers suggestively. "As you'll notice, I'm not a little boy and from the looks of the curves peaking out from under your robes, you're no longer a little girl. Even if you are a Weasley. People will expect snogging, Ginny."

"They will not&#8211;"

"Yes, they will," he interrupted. "You're supposed to be in love with me. There will be snogging."

Her lips twisted into a smile. "But nothing more," she told him. "A few kisses, but nothing more."

Draco mimicked her smile, except his was tainted with cruelty. "I'll remind you of that when you're begging me for more."

"Prig," she breathed.

"Prat," he responded. Draco leaned in a little closer, surprised at how she was affecting him.

"Insufferable&#8211;" But Ginny wasn't allowed to finish her insult. Almost instantly, his lips claimed hers. Instead of the brutality she'd expected, Draco was gentle. His lips would just barely brush hers before he'd pull back, and then kiss her again. His hands tightened around her waist, trying to pull her closer still. Ginny heard someone moan and then was surprised to realize it was herself. His tongue swept into her open mouth and briefly massaged her own before he broke the kiss.

"You were saying?" Draco grinned.

"&#8212;Git."

His grin turned into a softer smile. "Witch."

She was going to respond when she realized classes would realize in about a minute. "Let go of me," she told him.

Gently, Draco released her. He ran his mouth over the shell of her ear, "Later," he whispered. "We'll finish this later."

Ginny found herself nodding, even though she wasn't sure why. He was walking away when she called out to him. "Draco! Wait!"

He turned to answer her. "Yes?"

"What if you fall in love? What happens to your father's plan then?"

Draco's smile disappeared and his face closed up. "My father has made sure that I don't know how to love."

When she went to reply, he had already disappeared into the crowd.

*claps*

Quite nice

Hehehe, this is from a fic i read called Draco's Willow.

Quick summery before cookie...
Ginny's betrayed by Harry and runs out to the forbidden forest, she collapesed under a large willow, soon, Draco tries to get her away from "His Tree"

Ginny: Hey Malfoy, I forgot to ask...
Draco: NO I DO NOT BLEACH!!
Ginny: I didnt want to know that, how long has this been your tree?
Draco: Sense my girl sat under it.
Ginny: Who is that?
Draco: No one special, just some fiary redhead with a misplaced crush on Potter.
Ginny: That Poor Girl!
Draco: I know, to have to put up with the likes of potter.
Ginny: No, to be liked by you! *Kisses him lightly and gets up to walk away.
Draco: Hey Weasley! Who said you could leave my tree??!

The whole story is on www.magicaltheory.com/archive/icequeen1.html


Pori-Pori

I always love the D/G cookies and ficlets thread because of all the good authors that post here

Great job to everyone


Title : Untitled (1/1)
Rating : G
Author Comments : I've posted this in my lj, but decided to post again here
Story Content:


She had to leave.

Once upon a time there had been a boy who was beautiful.

She thought so.

Her breath really did catch when she looked at him, and her cheeks flushed at the mention of his name.

But he was just a little haughty.

And a little pompous.

And a little arrogant.

His face was always cold, just like his eyes, and when he spoke to her, she would immediately be humbled.

She was but a little girl in his presence, after all.

But never the less, she grew fond of him and learned to overlook the boy’s flaws, though flawless he had seemed.


She grew to love him.


And maybe he grew to love her, though his proud nature would never let him admit it.

She did everything for him and he continued his life as the King suited for grandeur things.



Oh, and he was so contradictory.


For she loved him dearly and purely--but sometimes at night, she would touch her cheeks and find them wet with tears.

He hurt her sometimes.

And that’s why she needed to get away.


On the day that she left, she told him firmly and her eyes were trained just as firmly towards the ground. His eyes were like that of an enchantment and they left her powerless.

“ I have to go.” Her voice rang loudly.

He seemed unaffected.

But he was silent for a while. And who knew, maybe there had been a flicker of some emotion in him, but she would never know.

A sinister sneer began creeping up his face. His face was paler than it had ever been.

And then, with a wave of a hand and the nod of the head, he dismissed her, like a royal king dismissing one of his many subjects.

“ But I still love you.” She added quietly. And for a fleeting moment, she looked at him. Sadness tugged at her face.

Then, clutching the heart that ached so greatly, she disappeared into the distance.

Simply gone.



And the sight that she left behind was quite extraordinary.

There was a statue of a boy king

A single teardrop resting on his pale cheeks.

sky, you write so beautifully.


i'm jealous.

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sky, you write so beautifully. i'm jealous.

I gotta agree - that was so...amazing. I wish I could write like that...

That... was... marvelous! Dude, that was too good to break us off like that! (Yes, i'm a sequel fiend!)

Oh I wish I could write like that. That was awesome.

[B]Title: Simply Desirable
[B]Rating: PG-13
[B]Author Comments: Don't be too hard... I've never had other people read my writing before
[B]Story Content: ummm... it's the 2nd chapter of a fic I'm writing? Sorry if it is too long

"I thought you were the best, Madam Malkine. Apparently your sense of taste is not as sharp as it used to be. Granger is a mudblood, know-it-all with frizzy hair and no style and the youngest Weasel is nothing but freckles, red hair and hand me down robes," sneered the Sytherin that everyone loves to hate, Draco Malfoy.
"Good morning, Mister Malfoy," Madam Malkine said.
"Ferret? I didn't recognize you with the new look. Did I miss the Snape look-a-like contest? I really wanted to enter that, I love the greasy hair look and I've been working on his malevolent look!" Ginny retorted with mock enthusiasm.
"Grown a backbone, have we? Nice to see at sixteen you no longer need to hide behind the boy-who-lived and your brothers for protection," he flung back.
"At least she has friends who will protect her, unlike you, Malfoy," said Hermione, joining into the spat. "Come on, Ginny, let's go." She grabbed onto the fuming red-head's arm and dragged her out of the store. Ginny had, of course, inherited the infamous Weasley temper.
"Let's go to the book shop, that should calm you down," Hermione suggested. Ginny was seething, but the book store did the trick and by the time it was 12:30, both girls were reluctant on leaving their beloved store.

"Bloody women, always have to be late!" muttered Ron. He, Harry, Colin and Seamus were waiting for their best girl friends. Just then the doors to the restaurant opened.
"Sorry guys," said a flustered Ginny. The girls had obviously ran from what the table presumed to be the book store at the other end on the small village. "Lost track of time. Glad to see you could make it, Ron. Feeling better now?" She questioned with mock concern.
"Yes, Ginny. Thanks for the concern," Ron responded with the same tone. Hermione took a seat next to Harry, while Ginny squeezed herself in between Colin and Seamus. They talked about everything under the sun, except Malfoy. Hermione and Ginny had unanimously decided that it was unnecessary to tell the boys, especially Ron, about their encounter with him. It would only make them mad and lead to the girls struggling to find out what the boys' revenge would be (even Malfoy didn't deserve the whole Weasley clan coming after him). At 5 o'clock after getting their school books and supplies and visiting the Quidditch store Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny parted ways with Seamus and Colin to return home.

A week had passed since Diagon Alley and the Burrow was buzzing with anxiety. Ginny had packed everything the day before because that was the sensible thing to do and was sitting comfortably waiting for the rest of the group. They had delayed and were now paying for it.
"We're going to miss the train if they don't hurry up," Mrs. Weasley breathed exasperatedly. As if they heard her, the trio stampeded down the steps and Mrs. Weasley and the twins (who had volunteered to help since Mr. Weasley was called to work) levitated the trunks into the car. Fred and George had said it was a limo that a sponsor had supplied them with. Everyone but Harry were a little leery on the idea of Fred and George providing the transportation but couldn't think of any other ways to get to the train station on time, so they eventually climbed in.

After arriving to the station, Mrs. Weasley gave her ritualistic emotional parting hugs, with Fred and George mimicking her actions for the entertainment of the group. They stepped into the train, took their seats and waved to Mrs. Weasley and the twins. After the train started, Ginny left to find Seamus and Colin. Finding them playing Exploding Snap, she played a few games until they got close to the school, and then excused herself to go get changed.
She found an empty cabin and walked in, locking the door behind her. She undid her robe and was down to her underthings when she heard the door click, signaling the door being unlocked. Her eyes went wide with horror and she ineffectively scrambled to try to cover herself up as she saw who glided in.

"MALFOY!? What do you think you are doing?" Cried a very startled red head.
"No need to cover up, Red. Not anything I haven't seen before, besides, I seriously doubt there is anything to cover up," he said effortlessly.
"Mal— did you call me Red? No weasel? Why the change?" she asked curiously.
"Naturally, even I can realize that you are not like your brothers. While most of the criteria applies to you, you are not male." Draco said.
"Thanks for noticing," she spat and put her hands indignantly on her hips, causing the robe to fall. She blushed and part of her mind screamed for her to pick it up, but the other part was paralyzed by his molten gray eyes.
"Did I sound like I was finished?" he said with anger. "No. Now while you are not male, that is not the only reason. Also, you are a whole new level of insanity and take me to a different level of hell, the seventh and final level of hell." This time he was finished.
"Shove it, Malfoy."
"Tsk, tsk. You are in a very compromising situation here, Red." He moved next to her and a flash went off causing Ginny's eyes to temporarily blur. "I need your help with a problem, if you fail to help I will show this picture to everyone in the school."
"No dice, Malfoy. Ron would kill you."
"I'm not scared of Ron nor do I care what he would say. However, seeing what Natalie, your good friend with the huge crush on me, has to say could be interesting," he drawled. Waiting for her to run through the consequences in her head, he saw her eyes change to deep brown, almost black. He had won. She was stressed at the thought of what she might be asked to do.
"Put some clothes on, Red," he instructed and tapped his foot impatiently. After seeing she had changed into her school clothes, he liked how the new clothes fit her snugly, showing of a figure which would make guys drool if they ever noticed. He threw her down on one of the seats, laid swiftly on top and covered up her lips with his, making it impossible to see her face as the door swung open.

[not a cookie]

Congradulation!!

Wait, I got a little confuse at the part where Ginny eyes get blured, I had to read the next sentence and and few more did I understand that Draco took a picture or something like that. My suggestion to you is that you could have made it more clear there.

Sincerly
Zilver aka. Renee

Thanks Zilver Faerie. I noticed that when I was re-reading it last night and tweaked it a bit. I think it's clearer now.

*Dayton*

Title : Untitled
Rating : G
Author Comments : This would be the first publicly displayed fanfiction I have written. And, I have been writing for a fe different fandons, in the privacy of my harddrive for ... five years?
Story Content: Draco and Ginny sitting in a tree, k - i - s - s - i - n -g. Both so off character, I could cry.

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Virginia made her way up the stairs of her house to her bedroom. She let out a yawn, stifling it with her hands. She wasn’t about to make so much noise that she woke up every person in the house. She had just succeeded in getting her youngest child to sleep, which was a feat in itself. She patted her way down the hallway to her, and her husband’s, room. She opened the door slowly, and entered, slowly closing it again.

Mumbled words came from the lump that was sleeping on the bed. “Is...asleep...finally...bed...now...”

She laughed, shuffling over to the bed they shared. She leaned over, mumbling into his ear, “I smell like baby food and diapers. I need to shower. I will be out a.s.a.p., love.” She kissed the side of his mouth as he nestled back into his little mound of blankets. He was great with kids, just not at three in the morning.

“You...beautiful...come...now...” She let out a small chuckle and tried to get up, but without success. He pulled her back down. “Now...”

“Love! I stink like something fierce! You don’t want to smell me. Just let me go take a shower. I will just run under the downpour and run back here.” With a groan of defeat he let go over her and nestled even deeper back into his blanket cocoon.

She got up and walked over to the vanity, and opened doors. She pulled out her silk pajamas, and some under things, and waltzed into the bathroom. Quickly muttering a silencing spell, she inched out of her clothes, and threw them in the hamper. The water turned on, and she adjusted the temperature; she always took hot showers. She let out a groan as the water hit her. The knots of muscles in her back and shoulders slowly “untied” themselves as she leaned her forehead against the wall. “So...good...”

“It’s nice to know that I have lost to a shower,” Draco said peeking his head around the shower curtain, “Real nice to know...”

“Ack! Draco! You scared the living daylights out of me!” Virginia cried as her head shot up. “I thought you were sleeping...”

“I was. But now I have to pee! Nature calls at all hours of the day woman.”

She chuckled, and then she got an idea. Unnoticed by Draco, she cupped her hands, collecting water. “Love, can you come back here for a second. I want to tell you something...”

“What do wa-”, but before he was finished – his perfectly styled bed head was plastered to his forehead.

Simple. Just a simple piece of their life. 'Twas Great!

Title : Chapter 1- Apples and Peanut Butter (excerpt from "Touching Moments of the Malfoy Family" by evilryokojesseandfiend)
Rating : G
Author Comments : This is just kind of short and sweet, and it really happened in my family, but it reminded me of D/G so I decided to amke a fic out of it. There are a measley 2 chappies in the whole regular fic, but I'll just post the first one here. Also, if you've seen "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", this will be much more amusing.
Story Content: Draco Malfoy, Virginia Malfoy, and their daughter, Victrina Malfoy, have a conversation over apples and peanut butter. Very simple and short. Supposed to be humorous.

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It was a nice, sunny spring day, and Victrina Malfoy sat at the kitchen table, her books spread in disarray over the clean wood surface. She was hastily scribbling down answers to potions problems, glancing at her notes, and then resuming scribbling once again. The sun streamed in through the window, dancing over her white-blonde hair and mysteriously silver eyes as she distractedly tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Just then, a cheerful sound reached her ears.

"Guess what I have!" Ginny sat down with a flourish and offered a plate full of cut apple slices to her daughter. She held a large tub of crunchy peanut butter in the other.

Victrina looked up from her work curiously. Her eyes glittered.

"Apples and peanut butter! I haven't had this in a LONG time!" she exclaimed reaching gratefully for a slice.

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In a mere minute or two the plate had only three slices left and a giant glob of dipping-PB was on the side of the small plate. Mother and daughter each took another piece and ate them as a voice echoed into the room.

"What's going on here?"

Victrina looked at her work, to the food, and then to her father.

"Just eating and doing some homework. What does it look like?" she replied cheerfully.

He moved over to the plate of apples and took a piece.

"What is this for?" he asked, pointing out the peanut butter.

Vic rolled her eyes. "I used to eat this all the time when I was little. You dip, like so..." she carefully scooped the sticky brown substance onto her slice and took a huge bite.

Draco tried it.

"Mmmm...I never had this as a child."

"Yeah, it's the perfect children's snack. Easy to hold, yummy, messy and it tastes wonderful."

Draco grumbled and noted her books strewn open.

"You know Vic; you HAVE to finish your homework before you can do any of that writing stuff you spend so many hours on. I WILL not tolerate Dumbledore calling me again saying you didn't do your summer homework like LAST~"

"Oh shut up Dad, I already got the lecture from Mom. You're too late, as always."

"What?!" he yelled furiously.

"She always tells me everything and we discuss it rationally and you just restate it all the time!"

Vic continued munching upon her apple slice, smiling evilly with her mother.

"No, that's different," Draco replied matter-of-factly. "What she says is a suggestion. What I say is a rule."

She new exactly what he was getting at. He always did this, and she always won.

"Why?" she asked in feigned innocence.

"Because I'M a male and SHE'S a female."

Victrina laughed, mocking him.

"So you're the head and she's the neck?" Vic asked.

Ginny caught on to this. She knew just what her daughter was thinking, and decided to get in on it. She just loved making Draco mad...even if she did love him.

"And what can the neck do, honey?" she said sweetly, smirking at Draco.

He looked disgusted.

Vic grinned wickedly. He would pay for his gender prejudice jokes.

"Turn the head whatever way she wants."

Draco looked defeated, and left in a huff, but what Ginny and Victrina didn't see was his satisfied smirk and his flashing silver eyes as he walked away to the sound of two voices saying,

"Hey, who ate all the apples?!"

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Very cute, Jesse. I remember the days of apples and peanut butter.... It is my pre-game snack when I have basketball. I'm off to see if I can read your second chapter now....

oh thanks! I'm on ff.net though, so I dont go looking around portkey....if you really want to read it the link is the click me thing at the bottom of my signature. thanks again!

~Ryoko~