Title: The Dove's Ribbon
Rating: PG-13, I guess
Author Comments: This was a challenge... thought I'd post some of it here. It's not the whole thing because even though it was a one-shot deal, I didn't know if it'd be too long. This shorter version might be too long... Sorry..
Story Content: Draco and Ginny have been dating for a year and a half... Draco is the new Potions Master at Hogwarts, Ginny is filling in for the nurse (Pomfrey, right?)... Day before Christmas... on with it..

Standing on the steps that had led to her home for much of her teen years, Ginny looked up at the foreboding castle that housed Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. The days of being a student had come and gone, now she was returning a full-fledged witch and a doctor to boot. Professor Dumbledore had asked her to return since Madame Pomfrey was on leave for at least the remainder of the year. Ginny jumped at the chance to see her alma-matter and her boyfriend, who was supposed to be meeting her at some point in time on the steps.
Ginny felt someone approaching her from behind and assumed that it was, of course, her counterpart. She turned and planted a kiss on the person's mouth but was quickly surprised. She felt the makings of a beard, a beard that Draco Malfoy better not have grown. She opened her eyes to find she had kissed Dumbledore, who was utterly shocked and Draco was equally amused standing behind him.
"Miss Weasley, it's nice to see you too. Maybe a little nicer for you then me," Dumbledore said with a hint of humor in his voice. The blush on Ginny's cheeks had turned her face to a red darker then her hair.
"I am so sorry, Professor. I thought it was," Ginny trailed off hopelessly.
"Mister Malfoy, I assume," supplied Dumbledore, finishing for her. The familiar knowing twinkle in his blue eyes helped Ginny's heart beat slow.
"No matter. I was just on my way out, Miss Weasley. I have asked Mister Malfoy to show you to your room. If you could come to my office after dinner tonight, that would be wonderful. The password is phoenix. I'll see you then."
"I'll be there. Bye, Professor," Ginny replied, though barely managing to get it out because she felt so awkward. After Dumbledore walked away, Ginny turned to Draco, glaring at his smile.
"You know, there's no use glaring at me. You kissed another man, I should be the one glaring," Draco joked. How he enjoyed turning things like this around on Ginny, especially since stuff like this never happened to her. She always wore a facade of perfection, keeping herself out of compromising situations.
"Just show me to my room," Ginny said, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot impatiently.
"What? No tear-latent kisses and hugs?" Draco asked with mock anguish. Looking at her unamused face, Draco proceeded to make his amends. Ginny relented and Draco put his arm around her shoulders, leading her to her room.
After saying the password (‘Glace fondue') they walked up the spiral staircase to her rooms. Ginny's breathe hitched when she walked into the room.
It adorned her favorite colours, silver and gold. The room she was presently standing in was decorated with big, black, leather couches. There was a fire going to combat the chilling affects of the snow outside. She walked into a room off to the side, which turned out to be her bedroom. There was a huge bed with her trunk at the end. There was a fire place in this room too. There was another set of doors which turned out to be Ginny's closet. The house-elves had already unpacked her things and hung them up. Crossing the main room she saw the huge bathroom with doors on the opposing end. Draco came up behind and answered her question as to where the doors led.
"Amour pur," he muttered. The doors swung open revealing a room decorated in green and silver.
"We share the bathroom. I assumed that would be okay with you?"
"Yes, okay. Whatever you say," she answered absent-mindedly. She was still staring around at the sparkling bathroom. After she had returned from her reverie, Draco told her he had some chores to do around his classroom and left her. Ginny grabbed a book that was sitting on the table in the main room and picked it up. A torn piece of parchment fell out and on it swirly, silver message appeared. "We are sure you will find this useful for someone."
Then it vanished just as quickly as it had first appeared. She opened the book and jumped nearly ten feet in the air when it started talking, but it wasn't just talking to her, it was insulting her. A book! Insulting her!
"I can see you are flirting with intelligence but getting the cold shoulder," it said, paused and then continued.
"Looks aren't everything; in your case, they aren't anything." Colour rose to Ginny's cheeks as she slammed the books shut, muttering something alone the lines of ‘stupid book,' while walking into her bedroom and swiftly falling asleep.

"Oy! Wake up!" Draco said with a shove.
"What? What?! Where's the fire?" Ginny almost yelled, sitting up with a start. It took a while for everything to come into play, but finally it clicked.
"Why did you push me, Draco?! I would've been perfectly happy you tapping my feet or something."
"I tried that. I tried that along with jumping on the bed and yelling in your ear. Nothing worked. Would you have preferred I let you sleep through dinner?" Draco asked. Ginny's answer was involuntarily supplied by her stomach growling. She hate the smug look that appeared on his face. It made him look even sexier then normal.
She went through the few spells she used to do her make up and hair, put on unruffled clothes and they walked hand-in-hand down to the Great Hall. The tables were pushed together due the diminished number of students. Draco and Ginny had let each other's hand go before the could be seen by the occupants of the Hall. They walked through the large oak doors and Ginny took in the sight of Hogwarts at Christmas once again.
"Ah, I love being here for Christmas. The mistletoe, the pine smell of the trees," she breathe in the air before continuing, "and the house-elves dangling from the ceiling," she finished absently. Her eyebrows crinkled to down, making her look like a little kid trying to think of the answer to 2 + 2.
"House-elves dangling from the ceiling?" Ginny repeated questioningly, looking up to Draco for an answer.
"Probably some prankster, pulling off an illusion stunt. Granger is supposedly coming back sometime this break to talk to Dumbledore about Homeland Security."
"Oh," was the only thing she could think to say. She didn't want to let out a laugh since Hermione was never really rude to her. The sat down and ate and talked, and were still talking an hour and a half later after every one had left, when some house-elves came out of the kitchen and asked the couple if they would mind leaving so they could clean up. They said of course they'd go and both stood up.
Ginny had completely forgotten she was supposed to talk to Dumbledore and began to run out of the Hall, leaving Draco confused behind her. She forcefully pushed the door open and heard a thud but was ready to ignore when something caught her eye. Someone was sprawled out on the floor and blood was pouring out of their nose.

Pori-Pori Oh yes! I loff that fic too! Isn't it really cute. I forget what it is called, do you remember?

heh heh, hello. Time for a cookie of my own which is actually from My fic, Is it Really Goodbye? so you're more than welcome to go check it out ^_-

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"Who are you?" she managed to ask, her voice shaking with fear. As in response, he lifted his hood from his head, removing the mask that covered his face. Blonde hair fell around his hard face, gray shining eyes sparkling with mischief. She gasped. "Draco?"

He smiled, nodding. "Why did you come tonight?" his voice grew colder, harsher even. She shrugged her shoulders. "Don’t you remember me telling you not to come? That I wouldn’t save you? Don’t you remember a damned thing I said Weasley?" he roared, his chest heaving up and down with anger.

Ginny blinked, sitting up so she was holding her knees to her chest. "Can you even imagine sitting at home while everyone you loved went out to die for you and your safety?" Ginny shook her head, closing her eyes. "No, I don’t suppose you could,"

Draco grimaced. "My father’s out there, you know; fighting so I don’t have to go to Azkaban like he did. He’s killing people like you so I don’t have to, so they can’t kill me. And you don’t think I can understand that? Fuck you and the horse you rode in on Virginia, fuck you!" Ginny bit her bottom lip, contemplating what he just said.

"It’s not the same," she finally managed to whisper.

"How? Damnit how is it not the same? You think just because he’s not on the side that you are that he can’t love. It may not be the love that you know, but it’s all the same. You’re such a self-centered bitch that you can’t see that one thing can be expressed in different ways. And you know what? I’m proud to be a Death Eater. I am! I’d rather be here than fighting with that damned hero, Potter. I’d rather kill him than join hands with him, or even see something the same as him!" Draco was breathing hard now, his fists clenched at his sides.

"I’m sorry," Ginny whispered, somehow finding the strength to stand up. She shakily walked over to him, wrapping him in a warm hug. Before she knew it, he had pushed her away so hard she was sitting on the floor.

"Don’t touch me, you piece of filth. I don’t care about you anymore, don’t you get it?" he spat down at her small figure lying on the floor. Her eyes swelled with confusion and hurt. All she wanted to do was take the pain away from him, but he wouldn’t let her. He wouldn’t let her touch him. They were too different now; they had grown too far apart.

She smiled, something dawning on her. "Then why did you yell at me for coming?"

Draco sat in his chair, speechless. He was at a loss of words; he didn’t know how to explain it. He didn’t think he cared about her, but why did he reprimand her for coming? If he didn’t care, he could have just killed her when he saw her crumpled in a ball, hiding behind a grave with Potter.

She stood up once more, the pain lifting from her body. She was able to walk over to him without shaking. Lifting her finger to his chin, she tilted his face up to hers. "Look at me and tell me you don’t care about me anymore, and I’ll believe you. I’ll leave you alone forever."

"I… I don’t-" he would have continued, only he couldn’t say it. Looking into her eyes, he brought his hand to her face. "Did you really want me to watch you die? Is this my punishment?"

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes welling up with tears. "So, that’s how it’s going to be then? You’re going to watch me die? You’re not going to do anything?"

~*~

Read more to see if he's going to do anything ^.^ I love being evil and leaving cliff-hangers!

~Nicole

Well, those cookies were really something! I can't believe I just sat through all those posts and read every single one...God I really love G/D cookies. Crunchy. *floats back to a new post and bites down on a chocolate chip cookie* Yum. *grins*

I would love to add a cookie as so many ideas just popped into my head while reading some cookies. Geez, EVERY PERSON WHO ADDED A COOKIE did so brilliantly. All cookies completely rocked and I loved each and every one of them! The funny ones were...er...f*cking hilarious! *grins profusely*

I'll add a cookie soon, I'm so busy watching The OC that my mind is completely dedicated solely to the show...

*zombified while watching TV show...*

Title : Grey Skies and Roses
Rating : PG - PG-13
Author Comments : This is a cookie that I wrote especially for amber - loff you! *glomps*
Story Content: She reminds him of a rose, so beautiful and innocent, but protected by thorns that prick the skin. He used to see her as a thorn in his side, would send her white roses with the sharpest thorns he could find. But she would never prick her fingers, never turn away. He couldn’t let her go, even if he pricked himself every time.

~*~

The rain is coming down in torrents. She can hear it pounding against the windows. The roof is leaking and a few drops fall onto her face. She wrings her hands together pacing back and forth across the floor. The old clock on the wall is no use to her now – it stopped working long ago, although the ticking would be a comfort to her, a comfort in the waiting and the waiting and the waiting…

The door creaks open and she grabs her wand holding it out in front of her, heart pounding. She knows she shouldn’t be so jumpy, but she has to be on guard – anyone who wasn’t these days always ended up dead.

A hooded figure steps into the room and her heart catches in her throat. I’m going to die, she thinks, sifting through her mind for any spell that would prolong the inevitable.

He slips his hood over his head revealing white blonde hair and eyes as grey as the sky outside. She is still trembling as he steps towards her. She should feel safe knowing that it’s only him and not someone else, but her fear has paralyzed her and she cannot move.

“Put the wand down, Ginny,” he says, her name rolling off of his tongue like velvet making her shiver. He puts a hand to her wrist lowering it for her and she sags against him, breath labored, heart beating furiously. His arms encircle her waist and for the moment, she feels safe. But only for the moment.

She wants to cry but all she can manage are a few deep breaths, a few stray tears. He wipes them away, lifting her chin so he can look into her eyes, gold flecked amber boring into his. She reminds him of a rose, so beautiful and innocent, but protected by thorns that prick the skin. He used to see her as a thorn in his side, would send her white roses with the sharpest thorns he could find. But she would never prick her fingers, never turn away.

He couldn’t let her go, even if he pricked himself every time.

“Draco,” she whispers, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

He knows what she wants to hear, says it without pretense. “You’re still my little secret.” The words fall of his tongue, the closest he’ll ever come to saying I love you.

She swallows then and his lips descend on hers, cutting off whatever words she was about to say in a cloud of soft lips, roaming hands, and grey skies.

~**~

She lay next to him, her head pillowed on his shoulder. His arm is draped over her side and she closes her eyes, wishing for just a few moments that they could fall away into a world where they could be together, no strings attached.

But that wasn’t possible.

She sighs and glances at his arm where she can see the Dark Mark staring back at her. She sighs again and looks over at Draco, peacefully sleeping. Even in his sleep, he looks like a fallen angel.

She leans forward and kisses his arm, right over the Dark Mark, before curling into his side and falling asleep.

~**~

She awakens the next morning to an empty bed. The crinkled white sheets fall off of her as she searches the cabin, knowing very well that she would not find him there.

Next to the window where she can still see grey skies is a note from him, the script neat and slanted.

You’re still my little secret.

The note is tied to a single red rose.

She picks it up carefully, the stem sliding smoothly between her fingers. The thorns have been removed.

Hey Everyone! *waves* I love ALL of your cookies! They are all great, so I decided to put up one of my own. It's a short part of my story called Our Perfect Mistake, which is posted only on fanfiction.net right now. It's kind of random, but I wanted to see what you all think!

Draco's form shifted, then he drowsily opened his eyes. He jumped. He was lying on a soft couch and he looked up, there were about fifteen body's towering over him, all their faces glaring down at him dumbly. Most of them were red heads. 'Great' he though, he was looking into the faces of the people that hated him most. Then he felt someone grab his arm and pull him up.

"Ooow, what are you doing?" He groaned.

"Just shut up," He looked up to Ginny's face as she pulled him across the room. He could feel the glares of her family in his back.

"Let go," He said pulling his arm back fiercely.

"I haven't seen you in three years, then you turn up drunk in my backyard on Christmas Eve, you scare our son, and then you pass out!" She said, her face full of unbelievable rage.

"Ginny, you made me leave,"

"Only because of what you were doing to yourself. . . and to our son. I didn't want him growing up with a father who was always drunk. You know, you're dangerous when you're drunk, I don't know what you could have been doing to him while I was gone."

"You actually think- You KNOW I'd never hurt him!" Draco spoke loudly.

"BUT he couldn't take care of himself, and you couldn't take care of him while you were like that!" Ginny yelled throwing Draco on her bed and slamming the door closed.

Draco held his head in his hands.

"Look at me! What were you thinking coming here like that, after so long?" Ginny's face was growing red, and Draco noticed with slight amusement the way her hands were clenching and shaking.

Draco looked up. "I saw a picture of you, you remember that night. . . ."

"Yes I remember the night, how could I forget?" Her voice quieting down just a bit.

"Well, I broke a promise I made to myself."

"Really, what would that be?" Ginny asked, not amused in the least.

"I fell in love with you," Draco said looking her in the eyes.

ohh that's so good JamieLou! sounds interesting, maybe i'll go and read it later!
~Ryoko~

JamieLou: O I luvvvvv your cookie =p I was also wondering if you are ever going to update you fic on ff.net . I have waited a long time for you to update, maybe I missed it when you updated.

Thats a great cookie JamieLou, and i've got another one. i wrote this a long time ago, before i even knew what a cookie was. Sorry if this is really bad, it kinda pales in compairosin to all the other c0okies... but, here goes!
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Draco stared at the tree. It was dead, but it was beautiful. He had kept it alive with magic, making sure it never flowered. It served wonderfully as a Christmas tree.

He didn’t want to go home for the holidays. In fact, never setting foot in the manor again would suit him just fine. if he had his way, he would have his mother sent away where she could be at peace, and leave his father alone and without anyone to torture…. yes no one to harm but himself.

Suddenly, he hated the tree he had worked so hard to grow, hated the thousand paper cranes he had meticulously folded by hand and hung from its branches. Draco hated his life, wasted and morphed to the public’s opinion of a name. With a flick of his wand and a muttered curse each paper crane took flight, circled around the room and disappeared into the fire with a puff off smoke and the sound of falling ashes.

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Ginny watched this through her mirror. All she wanted was to see him open his gift… but somehow she felt she had gone to far.

Disoriented from emotion, eyes clouded with tears, she didn’t think to simply end the spell, she just put her fist through the mirror.

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Draco looked up, at his mirror which had just exploded out ward, like some one had punched it from behind…but there was no one there.


-Fiend

Title : No (Or that's the title of it in my files, anyway. Shows how lazy I am.)(1/1)
Rating : PG, maybe. Snogging is all.
Author Comments : Quite a bit of Harry in this cookie, but don't worry, it's ultimately D/G and very fluffy. Harry poses no threat except to further my evil plans to create the situation in which they find themselves, because I feel incomplete without some semblance of plot.
Story Content: Harry is angry with Ginny, Ginny is angry with Harry, an Astronomy Tower and an angry Draco. Everyone's angry.


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“No.”

“Huh? But I’ll return it the very second I get back! I’ll wash it first! I’ll be so careful. Harry, you’ve got to let me borrow it,” Ginny pleaded, a slight edge of hysteria in her voice.

“What are you going to do with it?”

She gave him a Look. “I’m going to put it over my head,” she said slowly, patting the top of her red hair, “so as to turn myself invisible and evade Filch.” She pantomimed running away with two fingers for legs, and she saw his mouth twitch.

“I meant why do you need it?” Ginny sighed.

“I told you! To turn myself – ”

“GINNY. Where are you going?” She deflated.

“Oh. Er – the kitchens.”

Harry eyed her sceptically. “You’ve been to the kitchens a thousand times without my cloak.”

“What are you, my keeper?” she snapped at him. He remained unfazed, only looking at her extremely suspiciously.

“I’ve got a right to know.”

“No, Harry,” she sighed. “You really don’t. And you don’t seem to get that you don’t, and that’s even worse because I have to go around making excuses to you and Ron and Hermione, who doesn’t get it either, and why should I owe any of you an explanation when I only asked politely for a favour?”

Harry had risen at some point during her tirade to block the door, which she’d been edging towards with a faint plan of slamming it dramatically. She scowled at him.

“It’s my business when you sneak into the boys’ dormitories in the middle of the night while Ron is conveniently in the common room playing chess with Hermione, wake me up and demand my Invisibility Cloak on pain of death. Not to mention it’s the Christmas hols and the odds Filch would be anywhere in a ten kilometre range of you when he’s got Peeves scattering muddy tinsel are slim to none.”

“Er…”

“Which leaves me with the option that you’re going to the only place that he’ll check up on no matter what, especially during Christmas because of all the mistletoe incidents that lead elsewhere.”

Ginny’s jaw fell. “No, I swear, it’s not - ”

“The Astronomy Tower.”

“No!” Harry ignored her, stepping closer until she thought he would take up all the air in the room with only his presence.

“Which would mean you’re snogging him again, which would mean that were I to know about this, I would be forced to lock you in this room and de-program you.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Harry, you’d think I’d taken up with You-Know-Who.”

“You might as well have,” he growled. “And anyway, I thought you said you weren’t going there.”

“So what if I am?” Ginny angled her chin stubbornly.

“Claustrio,” he tossed off, wand behind his back. “Now you’re not.”

She brushed past him and tried the door. It was locked, but like any good witch, she had her wand with her. “Alohomora.” Nothing. “Apertio!” Still nothing. “DIFFINDO!”

Nothing. Gobs of it. Harry was looking quite pleased with himself at this point.

“I can’t believe you tried to split my door in half.”

“I’ll split you in half, if you don’t let me out.” She raised her wand again, and was moments away from giving him a Bat-Bogey Hex right between the eyes when he hit her with Expelliarmus. Her wand sailed away from her and she felt suddenly naked. She rubbed her wand arm. “Look, Harry, I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Oh yeah?” he said. “I don’t want you snogging him.”

“Why d’you think you’ve any right at all to tell me what to do? Why?” She threw her hands in the air. “I just don’t get it.”

“Ginny, we’re all concerned about you – ”

“And instead of talking to me, you decide to lock me in a room? This is ridiculous! You’re behaving like a child. I don’t care how concerned you are, you can’t just do something completely idiotic like this, and I swear you’re acting exactly like Ron, which is not a good thing, so wipe that smirk right off your face, Harry Potter, you look just like Dr – ” His hand clamped down roughly over her mouth to stop her rambling.

“Don’t compare me to him,” he said, and the irritation in his voice calmed as he continued. “You talk too much.”

Oh no, Ginny thought. She had definitely seen that look before. That look had never meant anything to her but I am so close to snogging you senseless right now. That was the exact look Draco had given her before he started trying to shut her up in a most interesting way. But that wasn’t what she wanted from Harry, not anymore. She looked into his green eyes.

At some point the offending hand over her mouth had been lowered. “Harry,” she began, with the tone of someone who’s laying down the law. She barely got the last syllable of his name out of her mouth before his had covered it. “Mmph.”

Altogether she supposed it was a nice kiss, if a little bland, but she was having a panicky moment at the time. Her hands fluttered nervously in the space between her and Harry (Draco would never have allowed that, she thought; when they snogged it was a miracle if they left a sliver of light between them.) She put her hands on his chest and gave a small shove.

Like the good person he was, Harry backed off, blushing. “Gin, I’m – ”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Harry,” she said, twining her hands together. “But I don’t…I don’t feel like that about you. I’m – ”

“Don’t be sorry!” he growled, a fire burning in his eyes. “You’re not sorry. But I do feel that way about you, so you’d better be able to deal with it.”

“No, you deal with it,” she yelled at him. “It’s not my problem! I’m not in love with you anymore, Harry. Tough luck!”

She kicked the door in her temper, leaving a significant scuff. If possible, Harry looked angrier.

“Why are you so difficult?”

“Why am I so difficult? Why am I so difficult? Get over yourself! I happen to have a nice life without hanging off your arm, and just because I don’t fancy changing it you’re getting all uptight. Well, go shag a hippogryff, because I don’t care!”

“You’re going on with Malfoy, of all people,” he snarled.

She sighed, her shoulder sagging. “That’s what all this is about then, isn’t it? I mean, really, all of it. Everything revolves around you hating Draco. You don’t like me; you hate the idea of me with him when I used to like you.”

Harry looked pained. “That’s not why I kissed you.”

“Isn’t it? Please open the door, Harry.”

“Can I walk you to where you’re going?”

“I don’t think so,” she said softly.

“So you’re still going to meet him, then.”

“Yes.” He flicked his wand at the door and walked over to the bed, groping beneath it and emerging with a silvery cloak in his fist. He draped it over her shoulders, letting his fingers brush her hair just a little under the pretence of fixing the hood. “Thanks.”

She closed the door behind her and took off in a run, no longer caring who heard or followed. She ran until her chest was close to exploding, and when she finally stopped on the top stair of the Astronomy Tower she burst into tears.

With a rough hand Ginny tore the cloak from her back, flinging it into the corner of the room. She muttered under her breath as she stalked towards the limp garment, feeling immediately guilty. Halfway there a hand closed around her wrist and she found herself pulled up against Draco, his mouth on hers with a flame she’d missed this week.

It was the kiss she’d been waiting for, of course, because Draco Malfoy didn’t disappoint girls in need, as a rule. She kissed him back fervently, trying to breathe between silent sobs. Tears poured down her face, which she supposed was the only way Draco realized she was crying; it was so dim without a moon.

“Hey,” he said, with a little startled wonder in his even, quiet voice. So little she might not have known it at all, but she paid attention to him. His smooth hands whisked her tears away. She wanted so badly to stop blubbering like a child and snog him like he wanted her to. She wanted it so much that it made her cry harder, because she couldn’t stop crying.

“Harry loves me,” she sobbed, feeling his arms stiffen under her hands.

“Ah.” Just that.

“He loves me,” she said again, “and I hurt him. But I didn’t want to, I didn’t, I…”

He took a few steps away from her and picked up the two bottles of Butterbeer he’d brought for them, making to put them in his cloak. They exploded in his hands. Ginny barely noticed, but in the back of her mind she wondered at the oddness of it.

“I t-think he hates me now,” Ginny choked out. Draco only stared at her, the remnants of the bottles still tightly gripped in one hand. “I couldn’t tell him I loved him. I couldn’t because I love you and I –” She brought herself to a halt with a jerk, wiping away the last of her tears.

“So you’ve fallen in love with me, then?” he asked casually.

“Er…” Ginny fiddled with the edge of her shirt. “IsupposeImighthavedone.”

“Sorry?” She looked anywhere but at him.

“Yes, alright, I have. You can laugh at me now.”

“I don’t think it’s much of a laughing matter.” She forced herself to look at him then, and if she hadn’t she might never have known what in the bloody blazes he was getting at. His expression was very…human. It wasn’t passionate, like when they were snogging, or slightly removed, like when they weren’t, or almost philosophical, like the times they had conversations. It was just there, and just Draco. She blinked.

“Oh Merlin,” she said. “You love me too. The world has ended.” She’d all but forgotten about Harry.

“I never said that!”

“Well you’re doing an excellent job of looking it.”

“Really?” he asked, trying to pull himself together. There was a long silence. “Can we get back to snogging now?”

Ginny thought this over. “Yeah, alright.”

It seemed he hadn’t even moved and he was right in front of her. “Don’t ever go back to Potter.”

“Why not?” A playful note danced in her voice.

“Because I might be holding something expensive when you tell me.” She laughed, and Draco smiled, making the corners of his eyes crinkle in a way that had her snogging him quite senseless.


***The next morning***

Harry cleared his throat several times.

“What, Harry?” snapped Hermione. “Why won’t you just tell us what’s wrong?”

“Leave him, Hermione!” Ron pitched in, and as they set off on another row, Harry met Ginny’s eyes across the table and fingered his cloak collar.

No one quite understood why Ginny spit out a mouthful of orange juice, gasped “Oh bloody hell!” and raced out of the Great Hall her legs as fast as could carry her.


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Lovely cookies, all. Yay for D/G in the face of H/G! It prevails! So anyway, hope you enjoyed, though I started doubting this soon after I wrote it. But I changed nothing, so there you are. Un-edited. Bring on the heat.

wow that was amazing and long

Wow! i love the cookies! i wish i could come up with stuff like that... oh well... please write more, because they are so cool!

WAHAHAHAH! *just got back fomr the shore and needs to post her cookie she wrote when she was boreed out of her mind and surrounded by evil family members*
Ahem. This is entitled "In the Arms of the Enemy" (Ginny's POV)

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At first, he had talked me down. It was the usual retorts: “Shouldn’t be walking the dungeons alone, ickle Weaslette, there’s no Perfect Potter around to save you here,” and so on. Don’t ask me how he lowered himself to saying ‘ickle’ like that. It really diminished his graceful aura.

But then he began walking towards me, that predatory smirk painting his features with venom, and soon his lips were crashing down on mine and his hands pinned my shoulders to the cold stone wall as my mind swirled, defenseless.

I tried to kick him, tried to stop whatever he was trying to do to me, but my knees were puddles and my skin was on fire, his tongue tracing my lips, pleading entrance…..

I obeyed.

The action was fatal. I felt myself drowning in him, running my hands through his almost metallic silvery-blonde hair, and when he broke off—

Oh, I needed it so much more then. I was breathless, cheeks looking like full, scarlet roses, and for a moment (maybe I had dreamt it) I thought I saw a flicker of something other than malice in his intoxicating silver eyes right before his extremely familiar smirk vanquished his weaker emotions.

It was that break in his eyes that I lived for. I thought to myself, secretly, that he was using me. I knew he had sprung that first kiss to break me, to make me need him, so he could get closer to Harry and hurt him, so he could get closer to my family and gain our trust. I knew he had to be a spy for the Dark Side, but what would a kiss do? And if it went that far, well, if it came to all that I would put a stop to it. But I didn’t know if I could stop it. So I clung to my only excuse: that flicker of surprise in his eyes like he had felt something too.

I was taught, as a child, not only to hate the Malfoys, but to have faith in everyone I met. That is to say I was taught to look for the good in life and in people, not that I was taught to be naïve. But when my upbringing began to clash I began to search. I’d make him follow me to the astronomy tower some nights, and we snuck hand in hand through the eerily lit corridors silently, praying to just miss Mrs. Norris.

When we reached the tower he’d set my body ablaze, coaxing my heart loose form behind my ribs and ripping it open, exposing the now-dying flesh to his own dying soul, my crimson blood to his tattered emerald.

Those nights, Slytherin and Gryffindor were forgotten. Time stopped. All I knew was his lips on mine, the surprisingly gentle kisses fluttering over my neck, my soft moans echoing off of the walls around us, his growl, low in his throat, sending chills up and down my spine like lightning.

It was enough to feel his heart beating so close to find what I had been looking for. I could feel all of it pouring out of him with every caress, every kiss, every movement he made. They screamed at me, telling me about his pain, how he was so lost and confused and…..

But I never understood the words.

Sometimes he spoke to me with those eyes like in the beginning, those desperate silver pools waiting for me to lose myself in them. He’d just stop and look at me, strands of hair falling in his face, and I’d let tears escape my eyes when I saw him look at me like that. He’d merely kiss them away and hold me, his bare chest on my back, whispering in my ear.

“I’m sorry.”

And those were the moments I felt safest.

Even in my dreams.

I loved to lie, crying, in the arms of the enemy.

~*~

Hope you liked!~ *grin* i cookies!!!

oh and i noticed how a bunch of people kept saying "loffly" when I was reading through the cookies earlier, and i wanted to say, as a tribute to the word (lol this is insane) i went around singing "She loffs you yeah yeah yeah, she loffs you yeah yeah yeah and with a loff like that you knwo you should be glad!" it was so funny and my mom was so confused cause i kept randomly cracking up.

im way too hyper at the moment....srry.

~Ryoko~

WOW Jilly, that was utterly amazing. I was so sucked into it, I felt like I was reading the books themselves! I dont know why I liked it so much....but I really did! *huge grin* great job.

Anywho, I have a cookie I wrote while I was at the shore with my family this weekend. Here ya go!

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Title : In the Arms of the Enemy (1/1)<-- the number is there for what you expect the length to be.
Rating : PG
Author Comments : Short and sweet, Ginny's POV.
Story Content: Ginny's account of her relationship with Draco Malfoy.

~*~

At first, he had talked me down. It was the usual retorts: “Shouldn’t be walking the dungeons alone, ickle Weaslette, there’s no Perfect Potter around to save you here,” and so on. Don’t ask me how he lowered himself to saying ‘ickle’ like that. It really diminished his graceful aura.

But then he began walking towards me, that predatory smirk painting his features with venom, and soon his lips were crashing down on mine and his hands pinned my shoulders to the cold stone wall as my mind swirled, defenseless.

I tried to kick him, tried to stop whatever he was trying to do to me, but my knees were puddles and my skin was on fire, his tongue tracing my lips, pleading entrance…..

I obeyed.

The action was fatal. I felt myself drowning in him, running my hands through his almost metallic silvery-blonde hair, and when he broke off—

Oh, I needed it so much more then. I was breathless, cheeks looking like full, scarlet roses, and for a moment (maybe I had dreamt it) I thought I saw a flicker of something other than malice in his intoxicating silver eyes right before his extremely familiar smirk vanquished his weaker emotions.

It was that break in his eyes that I lived for. I thought to myself, secretly, that he was using me. I knew he had sprung that first kiss to break me, to make me need him, so he could get closer to Harry and hurt him, so he could get closer to my family and gain our trust. I knew he had to be a spy for the Dark Side, but what would a kiss do? And if it went that far, well, if it came to all that I would put a stop to it. But I didn’t know if I could stop it. So I clung to my only excuse: that flicker of surprise in his eyes like he had felt something too.

I was taught, as a child, not only to hate the Malfoys, but to have faith in everyone I met. That is to say I was taught to look for the good in life and in people, not that I was taught to be naïve. But when my upbringing began to clash I began to search. I’d make him follow me to the astronomy tower some nights, and we snuck hand in hand through the eerily lit corridors silently, praying to just miss Mrs. Norris.

When we reached the tower he’d set my body ablaze, coaxing my heart loose form behind my ribs and ripping it open, exposing the now-dying flesh to his own dying soul, my crimson blood to his tattered emerald.

Those nights, Slytherin and Gryffindor were forgotten. Time stopped. All I knew was his lips on mine, the surprisingly gentle kisses fluttering over my neck, my soft moans echoing off of the walls around us, his growl, low in his throat, sending chills up and down my spine like lightning.

It was enough to feel his heart beating so close to find what I had been looking for. I could feel all of it pouring out of him with every caress, every kiss, every movement he made. They screamed at me, telling me about his pain, how he was so lost and confused and…..

But I never understood the words.

Sometimes he spoke to me with those eyes like in the beginning, those desperate silver pools waiting for me to lose myself in them. He’d just stop and look at me, strands of hair falling in his face, and I’d let tears escape my eyes when I saw him look at me like that. He’d merely kiss them away and hold me, his bare chest on my back, whispering in my ear.

“I’m sorry.”

And those were the moments I felt safest.

Even in my dreams.

I loved to lie, crying, in the arms of the enemy.

~*~

~Ryoko~

EvilRyokoJesse: Woah...like...woah...

Here's my first shot. It's just a piece that was floating around in my head.

You Don't Care

“Merlin! Why don’t you understand?”

“Understand what, Draco? You cheated, I didn’t, it’s over.”

“It was just a kiss!”

“One kiss that seemed particularly enjoyable.”

“I…I’m sorry. I just…”

“…”

“God, I didn’t want to enjoy it, I just… she was there…and…you…”

“Weren’t? My god, you couldn’t wait for me, so you just grabbed the next available Slytherin for a quick snog?!”

“No! I-”

“Malfoy, just…don’t. And I know that this wasn’t the first time I ‘wasn’t there’ for you.

“…”

“Same old Malfoy, always so damn selfish.”

His eyes grew cold, as did his heart. “Same old Ginny, always holding that torch next to Potter.”

She smirked sardonically.

“And to think, that torch used to be next to you.”

Silence. His eyes softened.

“I’m sorry I’m not perfect, but you had no right to use Pansy while I away.”

“No…you are perfect. And I was stupid to think she could replace you.”

Silence. Thoughts reverberated against the walls of the damn dungeon.

“I- I have to…”

“I know. I just thought…”

“I- I can’t. I can’t be with you anymore. It…hurts…”

“Sorry…so…sorry…please…”

“I’m sorry, too. But, it has to be this way…you can’t be with me.”

His face hardened.

“Fine. Just give up on me then.”

“That’s not fair, I tried so hard to-”

“Not hard enough. Just leave. I’m sure Pansy’s a better lay anyway.”

The slap echoed down the stairs. Tears flowed down a freckled, porcelain face.

“You bastard. I. Love. You. But…you don’t…you don’t even care. You never did. So don’t you ‘dare’ tell me I didn’t try hard enough.”

She was in front of him now. Grasping the front of his winter cloak while snow sprinkled from the sky. A breeze from the window brought a bone-clenching chill.

He couldn’t look at her. His eyes focused on her striped tie. Pain had enveloped his heart.

“Look at me.”

His eyes slowly trailed up. Past her chapped lips. Past her pale, dotted nose. Reaching into her muddy, tearing eyes.

“I love you. No matter what you do, what you did, and what you will do. But you don’t care for me. And I don’t think…I don’t think you ever will. I tried to hold you. I wanted to be yours and only yours.”

His brow furrowed. His lips parted.

She kissed him. She pulled away. Looked deep into his icy, clear eyes.

“I love you, Draco. But you don’t care.”

One last kiss was placed on his forehead. The heels of her shoes clicked as she exited from the dark, cold chamber.

His eyes were still staring at the same spot where she last kissed him.

‘I love you, too.’

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Yeah, I know that was lame. But that's okay!

ohhh! not lame at all! That was wonderful crazyeyes! I 'loffed' it! I lvoe that word too! lol. is that form a fic? I'd like to read it. *nods* dont know if i'd have time though.....

oh and by the way, was that a good whoa or a bad whoa? (lol, "Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?"*tilts head* )

sorry, no cookie today. maybe i'll edit and add one later. i'm prob. gonna be at a big sleepover tonight! yay!!


~Ryoko~!

It was definetly a good woah. No, it's just a cookie I wrote all by it's lonesome.

Title : Hope Springs Eternal (1/1)
Rating : G
Author Comments :I wrote this fic and posted it on ff.net. I hope you like it. The story is already completed. Feel free to check the whole story out.
Story Content: A rather emotional touch to Ginny's thoughts after the inevitable kiss she shared with Draco Malfoy in Winter. Now Spring is here and Ginny contemplates in her thoughts for the one boy who walked into her life, left a foot print and decided to leave her life again only this time, Ginny would not let him



I cannot imagine what it is like to feel,
To be loved by someone who is real,
I cannot imagine what it is like to know,
When that someone let his feelings show,
I cannot imagine what it is like to be content,
When in my heart he is more than absent,
I cannot imagine what it is like to be warm,
When in my heart I feel a storm,
I cannot imagine what it is like not to I imagine,
When I have nothing left right from the origin.

-Angel*Hiragizawa32

Spring always represented re-growth, blossoming and reincarnation. The Spring Equinox is also the 7th year’s graduation day and my last day at Hogwarts for the year. I’m sitting here with my parents as the names of the students were called out. Mom wouldn’t stop crying. This is really hard for her, considering that Ron wouldn’t be here to receive his graduation certificate. He died during the Dark War in the hand of Lord Voldemort.

I was there to witness those events. The blood, the screaming and most of all, the souls that floated above the dead bodies. I was up against a few Death Eaters alongside with the rest of the First division members and the aurors. About 8 people died from our division, most of us were injured but some like me, were just bruised and mentally traumatized.

The events that took place were haunting. The death of Ron kept replaying in my head when I tried to sleep. He was struck by the Avada Kedavra curse and died almost instantly. Harry was angry after that and something in him snapped. Then, he muttered something in Parseltongue, reawakening an ancient spell to exchange his soul for something that would destroy Voldemort. Yes, he was destroyed and Harry’s soul was taken from him. It’s been 2 months since the event and it has also been 2 months since I’ve slept peacefully.

As they called my brother’s name, I stood up in his place to receive his graduation certificate. I felt my heart getting heavier as I made my way up to the podium and my foot steps seemed heavier as well. As I shook Professor Dumbledore’s hand, I tried to smile but tears started falling down my cheeks. The names continued to be called until the last student which was Blaise Zabini to go get his certificate. Our eyes met as he walked past me. He offered me a smile as a greeting and I took it. At one point, we had a common interest and a common goal but now, the interest and the goal mattered no more.

After the graduation ceremony, my parents went to talk to Hermione and convinced her to stay with us until she decides what she wants to do with her life. Hermione agreed as she felt that she held an obligation to offer my mother some moral support. The moment she saw me, she came over and hugged me. I could see that she had been having as many sleepless nights as I have. I hugged her back and linked my arms with her as we floo powdered out of Hogwarts.

Hermione was trying to be strong. There was absolutely no doubt about that. She was trying to be strong for the people around her and also, for herself. I admire her willpower and yet, I feel sympathy for her. She lost two of her most loved ones in one day. At one time, Ron and Hermione were dating but they broke up, deciding that being best friends was so much easier. A few months after that, Harry and Hermione started dating and they lasted until the day he lost his soul. I cannot imagine how she is feeling right now.

I’m pretty sure you are wondering why I’m not bawling my eyes out and mourning over Ron’s death. To be honest with you, I’m just putting on a face to be strong for everyone else. Everyone in the Weasley household is down in the dumps and they needed someone to be strong for them especially mom. She had already lost Percy and now, Ron. Physically, she is not taking it every well. As for me, mentally, I’m not taking it very well.

I do not know how to explain my emotions to you. I feel a very massive lost and yet, another part of me feel whole. I have a mixture of confusion and empathy. I am feeling emotions that I don’t’ understand of know how to show. I feel like I’m growing into a whole new person since the Dark War and I have one person to thank for that. His name……



Draco Malfoy.

ohh I love it, Angel! It's so sad! You always write angst, dont you? *sniffle* That was beautiful. *hugs*

~Ryoko~

HEhehe absolutely glad u like it! Feel free to check the other stories out MWAH! I absolutely love ur fics RYOKO! It's sooooo COOL! I was being random and reading thru a couple. Fantastic! Yeah, I'm am angsty person, for some reason I like stories which have an unexpected twist... bcuz I never kenw how to get an unexpected twist! My attempt on a unexpected twist was on this random fic.. Le Gin Seduisant Diabolique.. *AI!* *hugs ryoko too!*

WAHAHAH. another evil cookie. this is just describing the differences between Draco and Ginny's dinnertime, I guess. I was really bored and not in a fluffy mood *gasp* that never happens! but i wanted to write ginny writing in ehr journal, so this is how it came out.

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Jam-

Like the new name? It’s because Mum called me Gin-Jam today. It was so funny! Hmmm…..sigh…..The scratch of this quill is so silent compared to the hustle and bustle of the house. Fred and George are testing one of their stupid experiments again and the squeaks and booms are giving me a pulsing headache. Percy keeps yelling at Ron to shut up (Ron and Mum have been fighting over permanently keeping Harry here on summers) and Dad’s making a fool out of himself blundering to Charlie about plugs again. Sometimes I hate being in such a huge family. (By the way, Bill and Charlie are here too to see Ron off on his last year.)

Speaking of Bill, I wonder how he sleeps through all of the noise. Maybe he puts Sleeping Charms on his ears. Too bad I cant, Mum would have a fit is she called for me and I never showed. Oh well, at least people tend to have some courtesy and stay away from this room. (I’m in with Bill right now.)

Oh, sorry, I have to go. Mum says dinner’s ready. We’re having roast chicken!

-Gin


Virginia Weasley stood up impatiently and followed her nose to the Weasley Family Kitchen. Boy was she a brave woman.

A pot, chairs, yells, flips—that was George—and general madness ensued as Molly Weasley, Ginny’s mother, tried to finish the dinner. When the food finally did arrive, it was like a firecracker went off, and, for a moment, she thought she saw the hand on the family clock that was Bill flick from “sleeping” to “mortal peril”, but just as quickly it switched safely to “home”. Ginny raised an eyebrow, and when her eyes grasped the table once more, chicken was flying into open mouths and Rom already had ketchup on his nose. The young, female redhead blinked, grinned, shook her head, and joined the tiny feast with her brothers, amazed at how fast Bill had apparated to the table and wondering just what he had been dreaming about that made him fall out of bed.

~*~

Mighty hooves challenged the earth; beat after beat, smooth and powerful muscles pulsing to the rhythm of a gallop, and on the back of dark, chocolate satin, gripping the mane of pitch ash in long, pale, slender fingers, sat Draco Malfoy. His cold, silver eyes were blank, watching the never-ending emerald fields before him as if he were completely unfazed by the moment. And he was.

Frankly, Draco was bored with life. His father was rich, powerful, and one of the most evil people in the world, but all this left for Draco was riding horses every day and fencing with his mother until he turned eighteen and could become a Death Eater.

The only thing interesting in his life was that tomorrow was the beginning of his final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He could already feel his self on the train, the feeling of pushing magic in his mind that ran the Hogwarts Express on its tracks like the horse underneath him racing wind and life and time all at the same time.

Draco gritted his teeth and leaned his bare chest forward, forcing the great animal faster.
But Potter, he thought bitterly. He’s getting so tiring lately, too. If it wasn’t for there being nothing better to do I would have stopped tormenting the whole Dream Team years ago. Okay, maybe save the Weasel. He’s just so amusing to provoke…..

His hair was coming loose from its usual slicked back state, and now white-blond strands grazed his sharp cheek bones. His lips formed a thin line, and the creature he sat on slowed and stopped. A glance to his watch…..

Draco looked up at the looming mansion before him and leapt with catlike grace to the ground. It was time for dinner.

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Entering the Malfoy mansion was like entering a palace, but Draco didn’t even blink at the crystalline chandeliers, the marble floors shining and clean, the intricate paintings worth more galleons than any ordinary man could dream of. He merely walked through the cedar, double doors in front of him and kept his face a mask of frozen sincerity. His expression never wavered, even when he saw his mother and father seated at the end of a long, mahogany table, grandly accented by golden candelabras, looking angry. He was late.

He took the seat to Lucius’ right and waited. Soon a hand, calloused from beating his wife’s back and wrinkled by time, grasped Draco’s own, just a bit too roughly. It was a warning. Don’t do it again. The cold words flitted through Draco’s mind as if they were spoken aloud. He routinely reached across the table to hold Narcissa’s softer, smoother hand, and bent his head. A cold, imperial voice echoed throughout the impressive room.

“We thank the Dark Lord for all we have.”

And they ate.

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~Ryoko~

Creepy... But I liked it. It really shows how different Ginny and Draco's families are...

~Faith~

oh that's great and cool and love ur cookies:P i wish my topics are replied that big very nice!!!!

These little ficlets are so good!

I luff them all!

heheh. Another cookie. This one's about the differences between Draco and Ginny's dinnertime. *grin* Hope you all like it!

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Title : In the Arms of the Enemy (2 pages)
Rating : G
Author Comments : Really simple. No snogging, sorry. I wasnt in a fluff mood for once! *gasp!*
Story Content: A short cookie comparing Ginny and Draco's family dinners.

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Jam-

Like the new name? It’s because Mum called me Gin-Jam today. It was so funny! Hmmm…..sigh…..The scratch of this quill is so silent compared to the hustle and bustle of the house. Fred and George are testing one of their stupid experiments again and the squeaks and booms are giving me a pulsing headache. Percy keeps yelling at Ron to shut up (Ron and Mum have been fighting over permanently keeping Harry here on summers) and Dad’s making a fool out of himself blundering to Charlie about plugs again. Sometimes I hate being in such a huge family. (By the way, Bill and Charlie are here too to see Ron off on his last year.)

Speaking of Bill, I wonder how he sleeps through all of the noise. Maybe he puts Sleeping Charms on his ears. Too bad I cant, Mum would have a fit is she called for me and I never showed. Oh well, at least people tend to have some courtesy and stay away from this room. (I’m in with Bill right now.)

Oh, sorry, I have to go. Mum says dinner’s ready. We’re having roast chicken!

-Gin

Virginia Weasley stood up impatiently and followed her nose to the Weasley Family Kitchen. Boy was she a brave woman.

A pot, chairs, yells, flips—that was George—and general madness ensued as Molly Weasley, Ginny’s mother, tried to finish the dinner. When the food finally did arrive, it was like a firecracker went off, and, for a moment, she thought she saw the hand on the family clock that was Bill flick from “sleeping” to “mortal peril”, but just as quickly it switched safely to “home”. Ginny raised an eyebrow, and when her eyes grasped the table once more, chicken was flying into open mouths and Rom already had ketchup on his nose. The young, female redhead blinked, grinned, shook her head, and joined the tiny feast with her brothers, amazed at how fast Bill had apparated to the table and wondering just what he had been dreaming about that made him fall out of bed.

~*~

Mighty hooves challenged the earth; beat after beat, smooth and powerful muscles pulsing to the rhythm of a gallop, and on the back of dark, chocolate satin, gripping the mane of pitch ash in long, pale, slender fingers, sat Draco Malfoy. His cold, silver eyes were blank, watching the never-ending emerald fields before him as if he were completely unfazed by the moment. And he was.

Frankly, Draco was bored with life. His father was rich, powerful, and one of the most evil people in the world, but all this left for Draco was riding horses every day and fencing with his mother until he turned eighteen and could become a Death Eater.

The only thing interesting in his life was that tomorrow was the beginning of his final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He could already feel his self on the train, the feeling of pushing magic in his mind that ran the Hogwarts Express on its tracks like the horse underneath him racing wind and life and time all at the same time.

Draco gritted his teeth and leaned his bare chest forward, forcing the great animal faster.

But Potter, he thought bitterly. He’s getting so tiring lately, too. If it wasn’t for there being nothing better to do I would have stopped tormenting the whole Dream Team years ago. Okay, maybe save the Weasel. He’s just so amusing to provoke…..

His hair was coming loose from its usual slicked back state, and now white-blond strands grazed his sharp cheek bones. His lips formed a thin line, and the creature he sat on slowed and stopped. A glance to his watch…..

Draco looked up at the looming mansion before him and leapt with catlike grace to the ground. It was time for dinner.

--------------

Entering the Malfoy mansion was like entering a palace, but Draco didn’t even blink at the crystalline chandeliers, the marble floors shining and clean, the intricate paintings worth more galleons than any ordinary man could dream of. He merely walked through the cedar, double doors in front of him and kept his face a mask of frozen sincerity. His expression never wavered, even when he saw his mother and father seated at the end of a long, mahogany table, grandly accented by golden candelabras, looking angry. He was late.

He took the seat to Lucius’ right and waited. Soon a hand, calloused from beating his wife’s back and wrinkled by time, grasped Draco’s own, just a bit too roughly. It was a warning. Don’t do it again. The cold words flitted through Draco’s mind as if they were spoken aloud. He routinely reached across the table to hold Narcissa’s softer, smoother hand, and bent his head. A cold, imperial voice echoed throughout the impressive room.

“We thank the Dark Lord for all we have.”

And they ate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~Ryoko~

I like it Ryoko! Here's one of my own.

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Title: Virgin-ia
Rating: PG-13 for the suggestion of sex.
Author Comments: Lacking of plot in the worst way, I only really wrote this for Draco's rant...you'll see.
Story Content: Draco rants, Ginny raves, Crabbe and Goyle just stand there.
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Crabbe and Goyle stood stock-still, Ginny Weasley’s struggling form between them, their massive arms restraining her. Her mouth was open and she was screaming as loud as her lung capacity would allow her.

“Would someone shut her the hell up?” snapped an irritated blonde boy.

“Malfoy!” Ginny screeched, making her barrel-like captors wince, “you sodding bastard! You miserable twat! You third rate Death Eating fuckwad! Oooh, when I get my hands on you…”

“Vincent, if you please.” Crabbe’s large left arm moved, the hammy hand coming to rest over her mouth. She bit him. He howled in pain, jerking his injured limb back.

“You let me go, Malfoy, I swear to Merlin I’ll have your arse for this, I – ”

“Look, Weasley, it’s nothing personal…well, except for that I hate you and your family, so I suppose you could make the case that it is personal, but besides all that it’s not. All I need here is some understanding and a virgin sacrifice, is that so much to ask?” he asked, looking at the sky. Ginny at once looked relieved.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree – ”

“It’s Dark Magic. You can’t get something from nothing with Dark Magic. Why does no one understand me? Just because you need a little virgin blood, suddenly you’re the enemy. No one appreciates what I do.”

“Mal – ”

“There’s just no room in this world for someone with vision, you know? You want to build an orphanage, you’re a hero. You want to build an empire, that’s a different story. Well, I’m sick of you and your little stereotypes, Weasley. Enjoy your pyre!”

“I thought you were going to cut me up.”

“Yes, well, I’ve had a change of heart. Nothing says sacrifice quite like burning at the stake. Vincent, Gregory, the pyre please.”

Crabbe and Goyle immediately shoved her into Draco, who held her to his chest – it was very off-putting, he told himself, having Weasley trash against him like that – as they busied themselves erecting a wooden pole and surrounding it with hay.

“Any last words, Weasley?”

“I’m not a virgin!” Draco only laughed, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

“Of course you are. There’s no bigger virgin in all of England. You wear your hair in pigtails, for Merlin’s sake.”

“When I was twelve!” she snapped indignantly. “I wear it down now.”

Draco was forced to admit to himself that her hair was indeed down. In specific it fell to halfway down her back in a wavy, wanton way that did not make him want her in the least little bit.

“Is your wand in your pocket?” she inquired innocently.

“You’re such a virgin,” he said. “Any last requests, then, now that you’ve had your say?”

Ginny thought up a plan that may or may not have been brilliant, but at least given its failure she would have had one last thrill. She twisted half around in his arms and leaned toward him. “Might I have a kiss?” she purred, and without waiting for an answer pressed her mouth to his.

A few minutes later, after he’d pulled her back for another kiss, and another, and still another, he spoke. “Mm, you’re a good snog. A good lay too…” he trailed off. “Oh. Oh.”

“I thought Ogden’s might have erased that memory forever.”

Draco had nothing to say except to pick her up as though she weighed nothing and turn his back on Crabbe and Goyle, who were looking confused.

She held up a hand. “Wait.” Bewildered, he looked down at her frowning face. “No more Dark Magic. No more Dark Arts. No more sacrifices, artefacts or trying to take over the world. No more empires or goons or late night rituals.”

“What makes you think I’ll agree to that?” Ginny gestured to herself, making a point of trailing her hand from the outside curve of her breast to her hip.

“Do you want me or not?” Draco gaped for a moment, then starting running towards shelter with Ginny still in his arms, mumbling something akin to ‘whatever you say.’

(Crabbe and Goyle were later arresting for loitering; they’d stood dutifully by the pyre the entire night through.)


El fin. Thoughts, anyone?

LOLZ Hehehe That was so funny! Here's another one:

Title : December Through June (1/1)
Rating : Semi NC-17, R
Author Comments : It's a little angsty... But, oh wells.
Story Content: War rages and Ginny remembers a time before it.


It had began in December and ended in June.

Ginny had pretended for a while now, pretended it didn’t end on those noisy days at the Burrow. She’d close her eyes amongst the shouts and hollers- and she’d remember his grey eyes and his long fingers. She’d remembered how his black silk sheets felt around her body. She’d remember how he did.

Sometimes she fell asleep like that- just remembering. Her memories would weave into her dreams and she’d imagine. She’d branch off from those memories, nurture them and let them grow. It left a painful, suffocating ache in her heart because when she’d wake up- she’d realize.

It had begun in December and ended in June. All she had were seven months, and that seemed far too little, far too short. Ginny didn’t want to settle for that.

But she had to.


It wasn’t the headline for the Daily Prophet. It wasn’t in a neatly written letter signed with love. It was in a nightmare, dark and cold. It woke her up in the nighttime in mid-July, and she knew.

He wasn’t hers anymore. He would never be. And she cried. She cried for him, for them. She cried because December to June wasn’t enough for him, either, but in a different way. It wasn’t enough to show him. Because he wasn’t hers anymore. He was theirs.

She thought it was a stroke of cruelness, that the next morning when she woke up, the sun shined and the birds sung. Her family smiled and laughed- and tears rolled down her face, underneath a her carefully painted masquerade.


It wasn’t until August that she found out.

In August the sky was dark with fire blazing and skulls and stars and snakes. In August her friends died. Brothers and sisters and mother and fathers. Cousins and aunts and uncles. And lovers. They all died, their blood soaking into the earth, moist and red, the appearance of fallen rain around fallen bodies.

War killed and maimed.

And she closed her eyes at times, and she remembered, her hands sprayed out on her stomach. Her child- his child- stirred underneath, and she cried again- because he couldn’t feel it.


September brought secrecy and lies.

Risks were high and she was shipped off to Hogwarts, alone. But she wasn’t alone, not really. The train ride was long and lonely. Time passed. Classes blurred into one another. It hurt to exist, and more friends and family and lovers died.

She wondered if he had killed any of them. She didn’t like that thought. It crept up on her and got underneath her skin like a sickening disease.

Professor McGonagall tried to talk to her. Depression was starting to show, and she was worried.

When Ginny refused to tell anyone what was wrong, her mother received a letter.


They found out in October.

It was becoming obvious, her tummy expanded a few inches. Their baby was growing, not halted by war and sadness and dying. Denial was useless. Her mother and her father came to Hogwarts to pick her up, her mother’s lips pursed and her father’s picture of his little baby girl smashed.

When they asked who the father was, she stayed quiet.


November rolled by with more blood and hatred and deaths. Ginny closed her eyes and remembered December through June and it almost kept her sane. Her mother fluttered over her day and night, held back her fiery red hair when she got sick and tucked her in and took care of her.

He used to take care of her, but not anymore.

And she tried to push herself to believe he would have taken care of the little baby kicking inside of her.

At the end of November her parents asked her again.

The words bubbled up in her throat. They told her they’d find out anyway, when the child was born. They’d figure it out. Ginny stayed quiet.


December was the hardest. December was anniversaries of her memories, and they were fading. He was fading. His grey eyes were the only part of him that stayed clear- cold and penetrating.

In December, she cried again. She cried for her friends and her family and her lover. On Christmas, she cried the most, and her mother cried too. She cried because of deaths of family and friends- she cried because she had lost one.

Charlie died on cold ground during the dragons’ flight to their new master. He died with a flash of green light from the tip of a Deatheater’s wand.


In January, forces gathered. Things hushed. The calm before the storm. In January, Ginny looked out her window and saw the Dark Mark hovering in the sky. In January, it all changed.

Professor Dumbledore came to take them from the Burrow, and Ginny hesitated. What would she see if she saw him now? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Dumbledore had taken her before she could decide, promising safety.

As they Apparated, she wondered if she would have seen him. She wondered if he would’ve cared- wondered if he would’ve spared her. Her heart broke at the thought, because she didn’t know, and she still loved him either way.


Winter passed slowly in February. Twelve Grimmauld Place was dank and grey, but clean and big. Her mother cared for her, and she saw her father more.

People whispered downstairs in meetings and at the end of February, she saw them- Harry and Ron and Hermione. They looked worn and sad and tired. The light was gone from her brother’s eyes and when she hugged him he felt different from her old Ron. He felt older.

Hermione’s eyes were full of tears as she touched Ginny’s stomach, and Harry looked on, saddened. He told her that her child was the luckiest in the world- the one warm light in the dark. What would he say if he knew who’s it was?

Tears fell onto her cheeks and she merely nodded and embraced him.

March brought bright days and sunlight. Spring taunted her, a reminder of the warm sun and the tangle of limbs. March had become their paradise. She closed her eyes, and remembered the trail he took along her body, she remembered his voice and his kiss.

Their baby turned over in her womb.

On the twenty-third, Catriona Virginia was born. Her hair was white-blonde and her big brown eyes were the sweetest chocolate against the pale, clean skin from her father.

Ginny cried salt tears of happiness and relief, sadness and defeat that night, Catriona sleeping peacefully beside her.


Rain came down hard in April, the shower of angels crying and the dam Ginny had took so long to build broke open. April was the start of calculating looks and unspoken questions. But it was also the start of her new reason to live- so small a bundle in her arms.

Her mother’s stare was the worst. Her lips would purse togther as if holding back something she believed better left inside. Her father was awestruck. Everyone and no one seemed to know who’s groins had brought Catriona into the world.

Because of those descending, disappointed looks, Ginny locked herself in her room. She sung sweet lullabies to her baby at night, but Catriona seemed to like it best when told a story. She’d close her eyes to her mother’s voice and slowly drift off into sleep.

Ginny would gaze upon the angelic face and smile. Memories would whisper inside her ears of a love lost, and then she would weep longingly, close her eyes to the tears, and dream of his arms around them both.

Outside her windows, dreams counted as nothing, and the war raged out of control.


May bent into summer, like the peak of war bends in victory and defeat. May bent her facade and she held close to her heart one of the two things she had that was hers, but it was useless. She was trembling with rage at the disgust in their eyes. Looks and glances, little whispers.

May brought the story of her lover from her tight, controlled lips that threatened to scream.

They nodded and said they suspected. The disgusted stares and the disappointed glances didn’t waver. They grew.

Anger kept her alive, and as the end of May drew near, it seemed as if the Dark Lord would loose.


May filtered into June, the last month. Depression stilled her and anger clawed the insides of her stomach. Her mother cast worried gazes in her direction and her father tried to say something to her. Others glared.

Friends and family died still. Blood tainted the soil and Voldemort spread his terror the best he could. Dumbledore defeated the Dark Lord when there was still a spring chill in the air. When the news was heard, the sun shone a little brighter for everyone.

Ginny stood, eyes like stone and the thought of grey eyes and white blonde hair erupted inside her mind.


It had started in December and it ended in June.

The months blurred into each other, much like a swirl of memories. The last time she had seen him was at his graduation, standing tall and proud, his grey eyes flickering to her in what was a silent desperation. She had told him later he looked very handsome in his green robes, and he had just looked at her, the playfulness gone from his eyes. He had made love to her, whispered words in her ear of broken promises and tainted love.

Then he had left her in a bed, warmed by their joining, and told her it had to end.

That had hurt, almost as much, as the end of June.

The end of June was the end of something old, something precious, and something past. It was the end of him, his beautiful cruelness and his tough sweetness. It was the end of a love that had been everything and nothing all at once.

He was gone, his blood soaked into the ground of her friends and family. He left behind a memory and a daughter, a lover. He could have been more than anyone thought he could, but now he was just another marked grave, a Deatheater that served the ranks of Lord Voldemort.

Was he forced? She wanted to think so, for her own sake, and her daughter’s.

June soon became July. July became August. December came and went. Months turned into years, years turned into decades, and the pain faded, but still lurked underneath the surface. Still, sometimes she closes her eyes, and tries to remember, December through June, and she lets those memories weave into her dreams.

And with her last, Ginny smiles. Because now heaven will open their gates for her, and she can be with her lover again. She sighs out his name, caressing her lips.

“Draco...”


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That's all, hope you liked!

~Faith~

Okay here we go...another cookie

Stolen

He was sitting on the lounge chair in her apartment. He was facing the street outside watching all the late night wizards just returning home to sleep. The moonlight glinted off of his features as he turned to look at her lying asleep in the bed.

Her.

Her. He had no idea how he got into this situation with her.

A stolen moment, a stolen glance, a stolen kiss

The sheets were tangled around her, her bare back left uncovered. Her hair stood out like a flame against the white sheets, her skin pale and freckled, soft to his touch.

What are we doing?

Shh…don’t say a word

When she turned over, his breath caught in his throat. She sat up, looking at him with tired, heavy lidded eyes.

Draco, please…

Do you want me to stop?

A whimper. No…don’t stop

She looked at him as he waited, gauging her reaction by the look in her eyes – want, regret, pain, hatred, disgust.

Roaming hands and soft lips and cold skin and warm skin and bodies molding together like pieces of a puzzle and…perfection.

She stood and walked over to him straddling his lap and slowly kissing his neck.

“Ginny maybe we should…”

“Shh…” She put a finger to his lips. “Don’t say a word.” They looked at each other, silver and amber melding into one.

Another stolen moment, another stolen glance, another stolen kiss…

Completion.

No words Jacy... no words can decsribe how absolutley wonder no FANTASTIC that was! It takes true skill to shell out that much emotion in such a short take. Girl, you rock. ::bows down to the glory that is Jacy::

Here's something I whipped up out of boredom. Stupid, but a cookie nonetheless.

Kicking the Habit

Draco: *reaches forward and grabs another cigarette*
Ginny: *head snaps toward him* I told you to stop that. *grabs cigarette, throws it on the ground and steps on it*
Draco: *eyes simply bulging* That was my last one! *stares at empty pack in his left hand*
Ginny: You know, I really didn't think you'd sport Muggle habits--
Draco: Muggle habits?!
Ginny: *glaring* Yes.
Draco: MUGGLE HABITS?!
Ginny: yes.
Draco:MUGGLE--
Ginny: Habits. That's precisely what they are, and you've picked them up.
Draco: From dating you, I detect.
Ginny: That's exactly why. I really should talk to my Ron about openly smoking around you; I wouldn't want any of that nonsense around our kids. Draco, don't look at me that way, we're going to have kids. A little girl and a little boy. The boy'll be graced with my red hair and the girl will have your blonde hair-- Draco? Draco!
Draco: *lighting another cigarette* Redhaired babies are ugly...
Ginny: *incredulous* And where did you get that from?!
Draco: *waves smoke from face* Well you were talking and I...
Ginny: I can't believe you walked away from me!
Draco: *putting cigarette in his mouth and staring at Ginny* Would you stop complaining. You sound like your mother.
Ginny: And you say it like it's a bad thing. Come on Draco, put that thing away--
Draco: *raises eyebrow* What thing?
Ginny:*glaring* The cigarette! I don't want mum to smell smoke on your breath. *face contorts to all seriousness* Wand.
Draco: *eyes widen*
Ginny: Now.
Draco: *curls and hands wand over to Ginny*
Ginny: Open your mouth now.
Draco: *reluctantly opens mouth and closes eyes*
Ginny: *performs Breathalizer Charm on Draco, leaving his mouth with a very strong, minty taste*
Draco:*eyes water, closes mouth and speaks as if something is in his mouth* Not the Breathalizer!!!
Ginny: Yes, the Breathalizer. Come on, we're going to be late. *tugs at Draco's collar and pulls him forward; he staggers and follows*
Draco: *while walking, Draco throws cigarette, pack, and lighter into a nearby trashcan*


Stupid, but fun to write...Awfully fluffy, with Ginny taking charge and all...

And if you've tasted those breath sprays...they're no joke!

Hehe that was funny, HiddenOracle. And wow, Jacy, that's was... jeez, that was good. Really good. I can't find the words to describe. 'Good' is the only one I can remember. I hope I'm not getting stupid, that would be horrible. But I think it was just your stunning writing.


~Faith~

Jacy......Stupendous. Splenderific. Amazing. Fabuloso....well, and all those other funky words that mean "great" I loved it. I want to try and draw Ginny with ehr back to Draco wrapped up in the sheets....the white and pale skin and firey hair are such great colors to imagine!

as for the kicking the habit thing.....heheh, go Ginny! *D/G in a boxing ring* dingding! lol. that was spiffy.

Anywho, I HAVE ANOTHER COOKIE!!! It's an insane one, be warned. VERY warned. I wroet it a while ago when I got bored and was making cookies....but the internet hadnt been working.

````this is what it looked like````

*EVIL grin* been really hyper lately…..hehehehe…..|>h34r m3h!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Draco—lalalalalala! I am the king of all things snarky!!!! MUAAHAHAHAHAH!
Ginny—No you’re not, you’re an incompetent, unsnarkalicious fiend!
Draco—You DARE to defy my snarkiness? YOU MUST PHEAR THE SNARKY!!!!
Ginny—How about….no.
Draco—Well then, I’ll just have to say some really snarky comment to you. Like….YOU HAVE A BIG TOOSHIE!!
Ginny-- *blinkblink* er….you’ve been watching my “tooshie”?
Draco-- *suspicious look* Like you haven’t been watching mine? *smirk*
Ginny—I….er….*BLUSH* er…
Draco-- *walking off ranting* SEE?! I AM KING OF ALL THINGS SNARKY!!!

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WAHAHAH!!!!! I am so hyper…..!!!! making chocolate chip stuff….er…or eating the dough……stuff……yummy! (licks spoon) cookie dough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~RyokO~!

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eheheheh....yeah. all of the cookies have been so serious lately! Any funny stuff? (like DracosHiddenOracle's but more insane?) *grin* but you know, I dont mind all the fluffy/steamy goodness.....

~Ryoko~

Whoa... totaly hyperness! But well appriecatied.

LOL. Oh my, that was really funny, Ryoko.

I like the words you made up, very creative. Hehe.

~Faith~

[smacks head]I leave for a week and you guys go hyper cooking so much yummy cookies. YUM!!

[rubs stomach] Sigh~ Who's complaining though??

EvilRyokoJesse: Excelento cookies! The big fat red A+ is all yours!

Jacy: Superduper cookies! The big shiny [puts on cool sunglasses ] star [I]sticker[/I]. You weren't kidding right?? If anyone of us draws you a piccy of you fic/cookies you'll bake a cookie just for the artist ??? [pushes puppy eye mode button] You are not joking right???

OHHH!!! *glomps Jacy* I really wanna draw it now! Er...but...I suck at coloring... anyone here good at CG-ing and such?

~Ryoko~

even if it is horrible unporportional piccy?? [hope slowly dranes out]

Zilver Faerie LoL - I'm sure it is neither horrible nor disproportional - I still wanna see! And yes - even if it is horrible and disproportional, you will get a cookie

~ Jacy

Sakura1287 Oooooooooooh!!! O_o Cuuuuuuuuute!!! I like, I like!!!

InTheStars OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! I like it!!! That was REALLY angsty, but hey, I'm a girl, what girl doesn't like angst and romance combined? Hehehe.

Thanks!


~Faith~

wow. ver specially purty, InTheStars, and jilly, yours was hilarious. (Crabbe and Goyle got arrested for loitering!)

~Ryoko~

SHE'S ALIIIIVE! *ahem* And now, for something not so completely different.

Title : Love (Word on the street is it's a many splendored thing) (1/1)
Rating : G
Author Comments : Well, I have no summary as I am making this up as I go along. After Story Content it's just me having at the D/G drawing board.
Story Content: Nothing, as of yet. Edit, as am now finished: I still have nothing to say. It's rather straightforward.

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The night that Ginny Weasley told Draco Malfoy she loved him was similar to the fifty odd other nights she'd spent with him. They were, trite as it may seem, under the stars at the top of the Astronomy Tower. Part of the moon was out, glowing whitely in the vast dark of the sky.

They were sprawled out on the floor, Ginny entwined in his arms, after a rather enthusiastic snogging session. It was quiet; they didn't often entertain discussion on these nights.

"Draco," she started, with a slight tremble in her voice, "what do you want to do after Hogwarts?"

He gave this a moment of thought. Ginny swallowed nervously; she was already sweating this out and she was only on the lead-in question.

"Well, I think I should like to go to Italy for a summer." She turned to smile at him. "But I suspect I may just die."

"What a big downer you are."

"Why don't you try telling Voldemort that you'll have to politely turn down the invitation to join his ranks because you want to be a butcher."

"You don't want to be a butcher, idiot," she said fondly. After all the emotion tossed around during his hemming and hawing about joining the Death Eaters, it was pretty much a dull subject between them. "And anyway, I gave that a go once, but I had a prince to save me."

He stiffened a little, as he always did when Harry was mentioned. "I haven't got a prince."

"Would a princess do?"

"Depends. Is she an expert dueller with great legs?"

"Of course," she grinned.

"Then I think she'll do fine." There was another minute's silence in which Ginny stretched herself out fully over Draco so that she could look him in the eye. He brushed a gentle kiss over her lips, barely more than a whisper, followed by a bold and solid peck on the cheek.

"You make no sense," she chided, her curving mouth betraying her. He added a few more kisses for where her smile began and ended. "Draco?"

"Mm?" Ginny steeled herself in the event that he pushed her to the floor and ran. She loved him so much it hurt her not to tell him every time he smiled or spoke or moved. Her heart gave a little, nervous jump.

"Since I'm going to save you from death and all, I think I should tell you, in case one of us doesn't make it due to some minor twist of fate - I love you."

Time froze. She could hear him breathing, but it seemed a little ragged. Ginny began to have serious doubts, then to panic. She searched for words to rectify her mistake, groped at phrases like 'I think I'm drunk' and 'Sorry, I blanked out for a moment, what did I say?'

He didn't say anything. Ginny could feel her stomach drop to her knees. She'd known, of course, deep down, that it could not have gone over well. But she was a Gryffindor, and prone to the brave and stupid.

She shifted away, moving to get off of him, but his arms tightened around her waist and pulled her back. One hand curved into the small of her back while the other went to her shoulders, forcing her down, pushing her into him. She laid her head on his shoulder and tried to focus on breathing. In. Out. Do not start babbling. In. Her poor heart could barely keep up with her anxiety level.

"I appreciate it," he said slowly. "And I find myself forced to concede that I may also be harbouring reticent affection towards you."

Ginny raised her head and stared at him for a moment. "Do you always talk fancy when you're nervous?"

"Only around pretty girls," he replied smoothly, cutting in to kiss her. It was a good kiss, because she was kissing Draco Malfoy, who was known for such things, but also because maybe if she found a dictionary later she would know he loved her. That kind of thing always made a kiss better.

Reticent, she thought. Hmn.

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By the way, InTheStars, I loved your ficlet to death. :)

Haha, Jilly, that was really cute at the end. Very well-written, I was reading every word and silently saying, "Tell her you love her right now, Draco!". And thanks .


~Faith~

"Do you always talk fancy when you're nervous?" LOL. That was so D/G, and so adroable. "Well, I think I should like to go to Italy for a summer." and "Would a princess do?","Depends. Is she an expert dueller with great legs?"

ROFL. That was so good. I loved it. Very great spontaneous lovely D/G-ness.

~Ryoko~

AH! I LOVED it!

The part about turning down Voldemort, and how Ginny had "given it a go once before"... that was so perfect!

Draco: Tiny... *snicker*
Giny: I am not TINY! I AM SIX FEET TALL! Taller than you if I may remind you...
Draco: okay Nee...
Ginny: DON'T CALL ME NEE!
Draco: Whatever you say red.
Ginny: *glare*
Draco: What?
Ginny: Nothing Drakey...

~Nicole

Nicole, that was so funny! "Nothing, Drakey..."




~Faith~

Why, thank you. I feel in a very cookie-ie mood. Perhaps my sweet tooth is acting up? No matter.

Draco: Mmm... guess what today is!
Ginny: *reads Daily Prophet and mumbles:* National Hot Dog day?
Draco: *crosses arms* No...
*silence*
Ginny: *pause* yes?
Draco: It's my birthday... *glare*
Ginny: Happy birthday *walks into another room*
Draco: ...but...me...my...ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! MEEEEEEE! MYYYY! MEEE!
Ginny: Honestly, you really are a brat *comes out of other room and shoves package in his hands*
Draco: gangh... (like in my fair lady)