Hahaha, I couldnt help the title. But as most of you well know, the old Round Robin kind of boiled down and ended with hardly a sizzle. So, start a new one up! I'm anxious to read any good ideas, so begin inspiring us all!

A few basic starting questions:
--After Hogwarts or present time?
--Angst, no angst, or a little angst?

Let's get this show on the road!

~Ryoko~

After Hogwarts, little angst- angst.

can I help *does happy dance* Please?

this looks fun

I agree with Ava. After Hogwarts.. and a little angst.

It's always fun that way.

Can I join in. And I agree with the whole post-Hogwarts and angst.

kool!

Duh, everybody can join a Round Robin - somebody just has to start it.

*looks around* Well, alright.



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"No, you don't understand," Draco Malfoy said emphatically, shaking the muffin in his hand at an intimidated vendor. "I specifically asked for a chocolate muffin. Not chocolate chip, not chocolate frosting, and especially not this ruddy banana nut!"

"Yes sir," the vendor said apologetically, catching the muffin before it hit him in the face. "We'll just get you another, correct muffin, then."

He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Draco to lean on the counter lazily. He was having a bad day. A really annoying bad day. First he couldn't find his wand. Apparently he'd left it in his jacket, which he couldn't find either. It had somehow ended up behind a bookcase, and no he didn't know how that had happened either. After that he couldn't find his lucky underwear, and ended up wearing something boring and cotton.

His cat had pissed on his dragonhide pants - which he had left in an uncivilized heap on the floor - and he was out of coffee.

So Draco had tried to make the best of it by getting a coffee and his favorite pastry, but that just had to go wretchedly as well.

The shopkeep slipped through the swinging kitchen doors back to the shop front timidly. He eyed Draco warily, looking like he wasn't sure if he could reach the security button on time if Draco got angry.

"Um, I'm afraid we're completely sold out of chocolate muffins," the vendor whimpered.

"Preposterous!" Draco roared, startling a few customers. "How is that possible? Don't you know anything about stocking correctly?"

"I'm afraid we sold a box of the last ones to somebody just a second before you came."

"Who?" Draco growled.

"T-there!" The vendor pointed shakily out the window behind Draco. "The g-girl in the p-p-purple coat.."

Draco left without another word, heading towards said girl. He would persuade her to share with him. As he got closer, he couldn't help but admire her legs. Maybe he would get something a little more enjoyable than a mere muffin out of this. He prepared to turn on the Malfoy charm, and tapped her on the shoulder amiably.

The young woman had red, blazing hair and a dozen freckles scatterd across her nose. Her eyes were brown and warm, and she held a moist, delicious muffin in her hand. She was Ginny Weasley.

"Crap," Draco muttered to himself, his charm oozing away.

Ryoko, you ROCK!
Vanilla, good start off. Muffins! Chocolate too, my favorite. Let's see...
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Her wonderful warm, brown eyes looked him up & down. Her pink lips formed a frown & she muttered a few words that wholeheartedly ruined her picture perfect, lady like appearance.
Draco silently added a few of his own rude thought to hers in his head. Then flipped back on the switch to the ever so famous Malfoy charm.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise meeting you here young weaslet. When I found out that someone had taken my muffins I did not expect that person to be you. So why don't we be adults about this and..."
"What you want me to give you half malfoy," she replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Actually I was settling for you giving them all to me," he said with a cheeky smile, which disappeared after the red head hit him with her long hair as she turned & walked away.

This is good so far!
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Draco stood there stunned, as she stalked away from him. The box of muffins tucked under her arm.

Suddenly he regained his senses and started off at a quick jog after Ginny. He was determined for a muffin.

"Hey! Weasel--ly!" He corrected himself. Ginny spun round, her long red hair floating around her shoulders.

"What?" Ginny spat. Draco was taken aback at her sudden outburst.

A muscle in her face twitched as she noticed his suprise.

Draco stared at her. She hadn't been that pretty back in Hogwarts had she?

....

Draco sat, staring at her in the middle of the sidewalk. His silver eyes began to glaze over as they stayed attached to Ginny. Only God knew what he was thinking.

A minute passed.

"ARGH!" Ginny screamed, continuing to walk down the sidewalk, tucking the box of muffins securely under her arm. Snapping out of his revere, Draco leaped forward, snatching the arm of her purple coat. He let his fingers scrape across the soft material for a moment, a soft murmur slipping from his lips. He continued to let his fingers rub the material. He began to form a rhythm of his fingers moving back and forth.

Ginny shot his hand a nasty glare, her eyes slipping up to his face. "If you wanted to molest my coat, you could have just said so."

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Great job Vanillapuf on the beginning, I loffed it! *huggles and gives you muffins for a job well done*

Oh, and sorry about the coat thing, I couldn't resist making Draco seem like a stupid git... and anyway, I loved the coat and couldn't let it just go to waste. In my opinion we should add a bit of humor in this baby too XD

~Nicole

MMmm, thankers for the muffin, Kaykos!
And yes, humor definitely needs a place in this.

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"I didn't want to molest your coat," he snapped viciously, wondering in the back of his mind when she got such a sharp tongue. "I want the muffins."

Ginny said nothing but spitefully took a big bite of the muffin in her hand. "Mmm, so good," she said, her brown eyes glittering with mischief.

Draco snatched the half away from her and posed with it at his wide open mouth, making to eat it.

"You wouldn't dare - not only is it stained by a Weasley - but it's insanitary, too."
She cocked an eyebrow at him, daring him.

He defiantly stuffed the entire thing in his mouth and swallowed. He then stuck his tongue out at her.

Wahahah! Thanks for loffing me HPCrazed! This is nifty! Oh and I vote we dont make them have a past relationship, thank you. I dun like those fics much...

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When Draco, finally finished with his chilish antics, opened his eyes, he was greeted by a disgusted expression masking the once lovely face before him. Quickly slipping his tongue back into his mouth, he discovered the problem: muffin goo. Half-chewed chocolate muffin goo, like when you ask your best friend in second grade if they like "sea food". Draco gulped, wishing his father hadn't taught him how to kill a dementor, but rather how to deal with embarrassing moments such as this.

Ginny smirked, her a dimple peeking out from underneath the sea of freckles. How un-Weasley-esque! What had happened to her? Fiery comebacks, hair-whipping, and now a smirk? Draco was determined to unmask the secret.

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Just like you, Kaykos, I couldnt resist making a fool of Draco.

MUFFIN GOO! O.o poor baby Draco! This entire thing reminds my of an anime and I don't know why... hmm maybe I should make it into one.

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"I'd love to stay and watch you continue to make a fool out of yourself," Ginny said, smiling coyly, "but I'm afraid I have other places to go. People to see."

She turned around, sticking her free hand into a pocket of that soft, purple peacoat and continued down the sidewalk. Draco stood watching her for a moment, before charging ahead and falling into step beside her. "Ooh? People, you say? Has the Weaslette found herself true love?" He couldn't resist the light teasing.

Ginny only hesitated a moment, a light blush flittering across her face, before sticking her nose in the air. "I find it to be none of your ruddy business, Malfoy."

"It's true! You've finally got your hands on Potter, then?"

Ginny stopped in her walk and turned to him, eyes blazing. "I know you really hardly noticed but I stopped liking Harry by my fourth year. That line has gotten awfully old." She said bitterly, clutching the box of muffins protectively to her chest.

Vanillapuf... you should really make this into anime. I'd review wherever you put it up and laugh and no one will understand except for RRers.

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Knowing he had pressed a button, he pushed further. "Ah, so you're obsessing over that diary chap... Voldemort, right? Knew you liked the bad boys more than Potter. Honestly I would too..." he continued, but Ginny wasn't paying attention.

Her eyes grew wide, the box of chocolate muffins spilling to the ground. Her face turned a unnaturally pale shade of yellow, her bottom lip quivering. Meekly, she interrupted him. "That's not funny."

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You can take it from there. I figured I would drag something like this in. Try to include something about Draco knowing about the diary and darkness MOHAHAHAHA *cough* sorry. At least now we have a reason for Ginny to confront Draco later on. Meep, please don't hurt me for dragging in angst. *waves angst and dark flag*

~Nicole

he he I'm liking this...

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Draco dived trying to rescue the muffins. Cursing his father not for just his lack of teachings in the event of muffin goo but from crying women aswell.

Feeling a little guilty for the hurt that was obviously showing Draco tried a different approach.

"It's no good we've lost them. God's it never gets any easier loosing precious and delicious muffins."

Draco looked up at Ginny her face showing her feelings and at this precise moment its said you are insane.

Draco smiled "Look I'm sorry for being a prat, making an ass of myself amongst other things. Can I make it up to you?"

"How?" came the reply.
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He he this is fun!

LS

Thought I'd stop by and write a bit...

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Ginny smiled, realizing that just as she had changed since Hogwarts, maybe Draco had too. Maybe he'd developed morals, feelings, and well, basic human qualities.

"Well for starters," he said. "I can take these muffins off your hands."

Or maybe not. Draco bent down and snatched up the box of chocolatey goodness. Ginny stood in shock, her mouth hanging open, the anger she had felt before radiating through her bones. Draco straightened up and flashed her a sour grin before turning and sauntering off in the opposite direction. Ginny stared at his retreating figure for only a few seconds before snapping into action.

"How DARE you!" she had trouble getting the words out through her horror. He turned and stood very still, clearly waiting for her to go one.

"How dare I what? Be so dashing and handsome?"

"Be such a...a...mean person!" A bark of laughter issued from Draco's mouth. She knew she hadn't used the best choice of words but her brain seemed to have gone numb. "How do you live? How do you get by from day to day being so inhumane?"

"Oh, it's not as easy as it looks, doll. Nah, but I get the hang of it."

With that he started off again, a long stream of curses following after him.
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There ya go! Hope its ok.
~Em

oh that was wonderful, Em! "Or maybe not." Hahahah, we all know Draco will always be a smarmy, intorelable git and that's why we love him. OK, I'll add a bit.

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Ginny's mouth dropped in amazment. What an idiot! Was it even possible to be so mean like that, just stealing someone's muffins from them, and getting away with it? It should be a crime!

So, with this thought in mind, the youngest Weasley followed in hot pursuit of her brother's childhood enemy, spurred on even further by the lingering taste of chocolate in her mouth. She shouldn't have taken that bite earlier, just to irk him. Now she needed a glass of milk, and she couldnt get that until she got home, and she couldnt go home without the muffins. What a mess.

She reached his side at a kind of trot, seeing as he was much taller than her, and therefore had a longer stride. Stupid as she felt, though, she kept up an angry glare all the while, waiting for is silver eyes to waver from their emotionless expression, waiting for him to crack a smirk or a frown or something.

"Come on, give them back."

She was walking backwards now, her fiery hair facing the sidewalks of London, brimming with busy people. An old woman gave her a loving smile as she passed, as if she and Draco were newlyweds having their first fight. What a disgusting thought.

Draco was silent, but she saw a muscle in the sde of his mouth twitch. Aha! She was getting at him.

"Pleeeease?" She gave him the puppy-eyes. He gave her a look.

Brilliant, Gin, she thought frusteratedly, Now he's never going to give them back. And you thought a cheap trick like that would work on a cold-hearted Malfoy!

OMG, muffin goo! Vanilla that's just hilarious.
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She frowned but continued to walk backward just a few steps ahead of him. Suddenly she noticed a Blaise Zabini, who to Ginny seemed to appear out of no where. Which is actually a very possible since he's a wizard & can apparate you idiot, she though thought to herself, gee her irritation with Malfoy seemed to be effecting her common sense.
She then jerked back to attention noticing that Draco's attention had averted to Blaise who was calling him over. Seeing her opportunity, and mentally kicking herself for what she was about to do, she kicked him in the shin, knocked the box of muffins out from under his arm & caught it as Draco yelled out in frustration & pain.
Before Draco had a chance to realized what had just happened Ginny had disaparated & he was left with much confusion, a throbing leg & a limp.
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Gee, Draco seems to be having a bad day doesn't he?

Yes, but we only torture Draco because we loff him.

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Ginny appeared in front of her apartment building a moment later, holding her muffins triumphantly. She calmly went in and climbed the stairs to the second story, where she let herself into her flat.

She sighed, dropping her keys and jacket in a chair. She set the box of muffins on her kitchen counter, poised to open it and look down at them with the pride a war veteran feels when he looks at his medals.

She flipped open the box excitedly, and her face fell. The muffins, though still edible, were considerably smushed.

Ginny wrinkled her nose. This was all his fault. That slimy, cocky Malfoy's fault. Curses! She let out a frustrated screech and kicked the counter.

Meanwhile, Draco was clutching at his shin and spewing a very profuse plethora of expletives.

"Ah, Draco, I see you're up to no good again. Which lady's evening did you ruin last night?" Blaise Zabini asked, looking down at his friend in amusement.

Draco let go of his leg and drew himself up to his full height, looking down his nose at Blaise. "I didn't ruin her evening. I tried to take her muffins just now."

"Is that what they're calling it nowaday?"

"Shut up, you ponce," Draco snapped, "and anyways, I wouldn't want to spend an evening with that bint if you paid me. Didn't you recognize her?"

"The small glance I got only told me she had rather nice legs," Blaise confessed, "who was she?"

"Ginny bloody Weasley."

Edit: Vanilla! You must have posted RIGHT before me... mine doesn't fit anymore but I am posting it anyway.

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Yes! I love you guys, fellow DLAers! Our muffin obessesion seems to be taking over the D/G world! Maybe it will someday get as out of hand as pumpkin pie... *evil grin*

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Draco couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. Not only was Ginny pretty, she had outsmarted him. Him! Draco Malfoy!

Blaise was giving him an odd look, still trying to catch his attention and call him over. Blaise Zabini was about as close to "friend" as Draco could get, and even then, they weren't very close. You didn't make friends in Slytherin, and now that they were out of school, Draco kept himself occupied with his job and not mingling with others. Except, of course, at all of the high class parties he was invited to routinely. Those were always good for a laugh.

"Draco, you going to Parkinson's dinner party tonight?"

Blaise's voice caught him off gaurd, he had surprisingly forgotten the dark brown haired boy was next to him.

"Er.. actually, I have an.. appointment."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Right. Skip it. Pansy says this one is supposed to be the talk of the year. Lots of girls. If you get me."

"Sorry, Zabini, I can't reschedule. Very important." With that, Draco Apparated with a pop.

Now, to find Weasley's address... Draco thought severly, planning out his "appointment".

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There you go. My first contribution.

NaC
Yes Sakura you may be right. Although I don't think "chocolate muffin" would fit as a very nice ship name. I like "Fire & Ice" much, much better.
It also looks like our love of blaise is worming it's way through.
Long live the DLA! Anyone who doesn't know what we're talking about look on our sigs, you'll see a link on one.
Yes I am sneaking in shameless recognition in for the DLA
And furthermore without a contribution, yes I am thoroughly evil. muahahaha

Muffins and Blaise... And they're chocolate! The muffins, I mean. I love you guys!

Now, as a contribution (PS, I'm gonna pretend Draco told him about Ginny and the party)...

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Blaise blinked at the space that used to hold Draco.

He couldn't help but give himself his own small smile. When his friend set his mind to something, he was sure as hell going to get it.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he set off down the road. He, lord above him, almost whistled just for the sake of it, until he came across a pastry shop. And then he almost grinned, wondering if they had any more banana-nut muffins. And if he was lucky, maybe they came with nice pair of legs, too.

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No D/G, but I just had to end the Blaise scene... *pout*


~Faith~

Hee hee...I'm loving it! (Not McDonalds, the story)

Anyway, my little bit
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Ginny fumed as she emptied the contents of the box labelled 'Chocolate Muffins' into her bin. The bin seemed to taunt her excessively as well, chewing extra hard and making slurping noises as it ate the spoiled food.

"ARGH!" Ginny shouted as the bin thanked her for the delicious snack, 'it was the best he'd had in years'. She stalked back towards the living room.
Halfway there she changed her mind and decided to make a smoothie to smooth her nerves. God she needed something relaxing, she felt like killing someone. She felt like killing Malfoy.

She flung open the cabinet door to look for a cup, and upon realising there were no clean cups left she slammed the door closed. A bit too hard, as she suddenly saw a large wooden thing come flying towards her face, and then there was darkenss...

As she lay sprawled on the kitchen floor, blood dripping from her nose and unconscious a loud banging came from the door. They bang rather than knocked again and again and again until...

"Stupid Weasley," Draco cursed, spun on his heel and disapperated.

YAY! This is going great! I knew all the words too, Sakura! My myriad of knowledge shows its face once more! WAHAHAHAH!
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....reappearing in the apartment. It seemed empty, but she probably wasn't home anyway. Maybe she was in the shower or something....Draco smirked. He could wait for a Weasley in a towel. Legs were legs!

He strde confidently over to the small couch and, finding the remote there, clicked on the TV. A ginger-haired vixen was sitting on the ground crying, clutching ehr knees as if holding on for her life. Soon the screen was interrupted as a pale blonde man stepped into view, looking misplaced in teh cheesy background.

"Shut up and quit bawling, Minny" he said, his voice edged with cold, and left.

Well, that was pointless, thought Draco, and switched the channel. A dating show this time, there was another redhead and three men behind a curtain. She asked the first question with a glint in her eye. "What was your home-life like, were you spoiled? Poor? Disciplined?"

The hidden man drawled, "Spoiled? Of course. My father was the richest and most evil man alive, and I can spoil you the same way and so much more, baby."

Draco's face contorted in horror. What a freak! Truly he had no sense in how to treat a lady. Quickly he surfed the other miscellanious(sp?) channels and flicked the TV off tiredly. Nothing on, as always. Maybe he could find something to eat. The muffins were probably sitting right on the counter, to begging to be devoured.
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Dont ask me about the TV thing, it was just a random idea i had for no reason at all. But I can just see Draco being all smug and letting himself into her flat like that!!

~Ryoko~

I only want to contribute 1 sentence then build my way up because I'm not that good with writing...

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Sighing, he got up and headed to the kitchen in search for them.

Draco pushed through the swinging kitchen door lazily and then stopped short. "Weasley?" He asked the unconscious body. "Are you alright?" He bent down and noticed her bloody nose. He recoiled slightly, before standing and looking for a towel.

He found one after a short rummaging of drawers, and he ran it under water for a moment, before crouching at her side again. He lifted her head up and sat down so that he was cradling it in his lap. "You're bleeding all over the floor," he said, even though he knew she was unconscious and couldn't hear a word.

A long, deafening silence occured while Draco held the towel to her nose and stared at her.

Suddenly her eyes fluttered open. Ginny stared up at him in wonder. It was a strange sensation, being knocked out by a cabinet and then waking up to have her head in Malfoy's lap. It was sort of pleasant, and the look he was giving her was not entirely malicious. Wait a minute - Malfoy?!

Ginny sat up suddenly, almost bumping heads with him, and scooted away nervously. "What are you doing in my house?" She demanded of him.

The question didn't cause him to falter in the slightest.

"What am I doing in your house? That should be pretty obvious, babe. I'm saving you from your own clumsiness."

His pale eyebrows raised in amusement as Ginny realized she still had her head on his lap, and she sat up instantly. The force of her motion seemed to weigh down on her head, giving her a sudden splitting headache.

"Ohhhh" she groaned, about to keel back over again.

"See?" Draco said, know-it-all style.

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that's all. carry on!

Ginny shot him a filthy look and tried to straighten herself out.

"So? What are you doing on the floor?" Draco asked unconcerned, his eyes scanning the kitchen work surfaces for the muffins.

"If you'd look over here maybe I'll tell you!" Ginny spat.

Draco's head snapped down to face her and he scowled (something he had developed over the years, so he looked utterly gorgeous instead of a bull's backside)

"So? What happened? And where are the muffins?" Draco asked.

"...dacubudhime..." Ginny murmured hurriedly.

"Right..." Draco said sarcastically and lifted Ginny's head off his lap.

She scrambled up as fast as she could and he noticed again how long, slender and sexy her legs were.

Her head spun as the blood surged to her head and it felt like it was swelling.

"Now my turn to ask you something. What the hell are you doing in my flat?"

Draco thought for a moment before lowering his head slightly so he was inline with Ginny's face...

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Yo turn!

"Why I'm wandering from house to house and breaking in just in case I find some poor weaslette knocked out in the middle of her kitchen. What does it look like I'm doing?"She swung her head sharply in his direction & got a throbbing pain in her head.
"If I knew what you were doing here I obviously wouldn't be asking,"she snapped back while massaging her temples.
"I'm looking for those muffins you stole from me," he stated simply, his eyes scanning the wooden counter tops.
"First of all I bought the muffins, so I did not steal them from you, but you can go ask Bob if he still has some leftovers."
"And who is this Bob?"
"The trash can,"ginny replied with a smirk. She should have been angry at him for crushing her muffins & breaking into her home, but his face currently held the expression, that to anyone else would have been a How-could-you-harm-that-cute-little-child face. It was priceless
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It's a bit dumb, but I'm quite uninspired at the moment.

"You named your trash can Bob?" Draco said, after he had digested the news. "You'd think you could come up with something a bit more creative."

Ginny glared at him menacingly. "My naming skills are fine, thank you. At least not everyone in my family has been named after evil Roman emporers."

"There was never an emporer named Narcissa," Draco quipped.

"I meant every male," she said, even though she knew it was a weak retort.

"Then mayhap you should have said that," he pointed out, and then reached across to brush some hair out of her eyes. Ginny pulled back as though his touch had burnt her.

"You've got a nasty bruise," Draco explained before she could ask, "looks like you got whacked pretty bad."

Ginny put a hand to the spot his fingers had brushed, wincing slightly. "Yeah, well, the cabinets can get rather violent around here."

Draco cracked a smirk, before turning pseudo-serious and standing up, pulling her along with him. "Well, Miss Weasley, I believe you owe me a chocolate muffin now."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ginny said, crossing her arms, "they were all mine."

"Yes, but you owe me at least one since you had to be a greedy little pig --"

"You say that like it's a bad thing," she said, pursing her lips.

Draco glared before continuing. "Since you had to be a greedy little pig and buy the whole bloody stock."

"Look, fine, I'll give you a muffin sometime. Now get out of my house."

Love the quote in your signature, Puf. Can I use in my bio on fanfiction.net?

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Draco stoppped and turned toward her, crossing his arms and legs and leaning on the doorframe to the kitchen.

"'Leave you alone?' 'Sometime?' Miss Weasley, I dont know what world you are currently living in,"--he began approaching her, walking with confidence that made Ginny have to concentrate on keeping her own as he came nearer--"but I have had one bloody horrible day and you are definitely not going to ruin it with your muffins."

He put a pale, slender finger to the creamy, sensitive skin underneath her chin, and tilted her mouth, just close enough to make his point. He smirked as Ginny's freckles dissapeared in a scarlet wash of color. She was blushing. Perfect.

"A Malfoy always gets what he wants."

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Kiss or not? dundundun...probably not yet. I dont think Draco has a reason to yet. He needs to get to knwo the firey side of her better. But I couldnt think of what he shoudl say next, so continue!

~Ryoko~

*chants* kiss kiss kiss kiss haha. Come on whoever writes next, let them KISS! Please?

Jesse of course you can use it, it belongs to the people.


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Draco leaned in closer, so close that she could feel his warm, sweet breath on her lips. He pulled her chin towards his so that their lips lightly pressed together. Her mouth was slightly open and she breathed in his breath.

There was no fireworks in her eyes, no electricity racing down her spine, no heat rushing to her nether regions. It was chaste. She hesitated to even call it a kiss.

Draco swept his tongue across her bottom lip and then stepped away.

Suddenly a strange sensation washed over her, triggered by the abrupt absence of his proximity. Now the electricity came, sizzling down to her fingertips. Now her cheeks burned as heat coursed through her veins, and now -- he disapparated.

Chocolate. Creamy. Rich. Delicious. Pure. absolutely revolting!

Draco ran a hand through his hair and growled in frustration. Taking a deep breath, he placed his both hands over his temples. Questions flitted through his mind. Deep and disgusting for him to even to consider. Yet at the same time there was this deep yearning to have something back...but what?

Why had he kissed that damned Weasley?! It was plauging him as he lay on silken sheets. Above him swept velveteen swaths of material, that hung from each bed post like a snake - deep green and hissing in the breeze. Long ago had he shed his clothing in the heat, but even with the cool breeze moving over him, he couldn't help but feel like he was burning from the inside.

He knew it was wrong. He knew it was bad. Most of all he knew that she had tasted of chocolate. It had been sweet. Heavenly almost. Draco had taken it and what was bothering him most was the lack of regret.

Of course there had been the gloating. He had done something that seemed to break some unspoken rules. Kissing a Weasley! What would daddy say if he heard about this one? A slap on the wrist? Don't do it again?

Longing.

He wanted to do it again.

Then came the anger. Why was he thinking like a madman?! No Malfoy could ever want to kiss a Weasley. It was repulsive to even think of her pale freckled body shed of clothes. Her hair probably smelt of dirt, seeing as thats what she was. There would be absolutely nothing for him to gain.

Chocolate.

He groaned softly and rolled onto his stomach.

NAC

Wow, that was well written smashed_sunshine! Good job! Ok, so hurry up people.

Ginny felt like she was going to be sick. Her knees buckled underneath her, and for the scond time that day she collapsed on her kitchen floor. She curled up into the fetus position, letting the cool linoleum calm her racing pulse. Ginny lost track of time, staring at her fingers which were stretched out in front of her.

There was a knock at the door.





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I think I'm posting too much on here. But it's going so excellently!

smashed sunshine, excellent job, I hope you post more often on here! Everybody else, join in! We have so many AWESOME authors on the D/G forums, come on, everybody contribute!!

She ignored it. She wanted to ignore it. She needed to ignore it and concentrate on his lips on hers, why she felt so wonderful afterwards.

But she couldn't do that. That wasn't how real lfie worked. She sat up and looked slowly around, sighing as whoever was at the door knocked again. "In a minute!" she called in slight annoyance. Standing up, she made her way out of the kitchen to the door, hoping she didnt look too unpleasant. When her hand finally reached the knob and turned, she was delighted by the face that appeared, and smield instantly.

"Ronnikins!" she giggled, wrapping her arms around her brother's neck in welcome.

He laughed under her embrace. "Hullo there, Gin-jam! How's my baby sister been on her own?" he replied jokingly as he removed his scarf and cloak, throwing them on the magical coat rack. The tall golden creature instantly opened a metal jaw and clomped down on the two items, catching them in midair and holding them firmly in place, then diving to catch the hat Ron threw off, revealing his startling orange hair.

"I've been wonderful, actually, but why are you here?" she replied. She wondered whether she should tell him about Draco and the muffins.....

"I'm here for the dinner, remember, family get together? Whole lot of fun that'll be," he scoffed sarcasticlly. "I'm sorry I'm early, just thought you mght want some help cooking things up."

ginny, despite herself, laughed again. "Nice lie, Ron, I know you just came for a sneak of the surprise dessert."

He gave her a sheepish grin. Yep, caught redhanded! No way he was going to get some of the.....

The muffins! Ron! This was horrible! They had been for the dinner she was preparing for the family, Bill's favorite.....She tried to hide her annoyance at her realization. Now she'd have to ask her mother for help in making some the old-fashioned way, from scratch! Argh, this sure was turning out to be a long day, and it was only twelve o'clock.

~Ryoko~

"Pass the butter please"

"D.I.Y" Fred spat irratably at Ron, "better still, use your wand,"

"Oh. Your bad Fred. Ikkle Ronnikins got it broken in half didn't he?" George asked mockingly.

"Oh yes. Bad Ron, bad!" Fred laughed slapping Ron round the head. Everyone laughed but Mrs. Weasley, whose lips pursed as though she were holding back something she was dying to say.

"Leave off Fred. Just pass the butter!" Ron said scathingly.

Fred and George looked at each other, and a moment of understanding flitted across their eyes. They knew when to stop, they knew when not to cross the boundries into 'No Man's Land'.

Fred flicked his wand and the butter zoomed across the table to where Ron sat. Ron caught it and slammed it rather hard onto the table.

Ginny sat watching like a hawk. Her fork hovering between 'going to put food into mouth', and 'going to put fork back on plate.' Her chocolate brown eyes watching the family. Chocolate.

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Chocolate...

Draco flung his wand at the door. Why'd she have to taste like chocolate?

NaC(Not a Contribution--please put this in bold at the beginning of any posts you have that dont include anything that's part of the actual RR (Round Robin) Thank you!)

ROFL. Ice, what does D.I.Y. mean? *feels really foolish* I really didnt get any of that beginning conversation...

And here's another acronym: EW>Evil Wizard. ex: Lucius is an EW.

Still too early for me to post!

~Ryoko~

Ps; What's with all the acronyms today? (EW, DIY, RR, NaC...) I swear, shippers really have their own language around here.

NaC

That we do, Ryoko, that we do.
And don't feel foolish I don't know what DIY means either.

Sorry, I'd add on, but I have no idea what to write. Besides the fact that I too, have no idea what just went on. No offense, I'm just easily confused.

And smashed_sunshine please come back often!

Judging by it's context, DIY stands for Do It Yourself.

P.S. I drew a picture of Draco & Ginny with a muffin - you can find it on my art page, under "hp related". It's the 2nd to last picture. Hope you guys like it.

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Draco got out of bed, the cool silk sheets slipping over his skin. It was time to settle this, he thought angrily. He'd never get anything done if he was busy pining over a Weasley. If he just went and apologized - he winced at the thought - about the muffins, she wouldn't have to owe him one and she'd never see her again.

Better yet, he could avoid her, he thought as he slipped into some crisp grey trousers.

But the first step in it all, he thought grimly, was apologizing. Or at least glossing it over. After putting on a clean black shirt and some shoes, he picked his wand up off the floor and pocketed it. He apparated to her apartment.

"I wanted to talk to you about the muffi--" He launched into his speech, and then stopped abruptly. The entire Weasley family was sitting at her dining table, eating dinner. His sudden appearance and words brought a halt to all conversation.

All the boys were glaring at him, Fred and George eying him suspiciously, Ron with a hand at his pants pocket - ready to draw his wand. Molly looked nonplussed, bewildered at who he was and why he had suddenly apparated into her daughter's apartment. Arthur only steadily stared at him.

Ginny - he flushed lightly when he set eyes upon her. She looked mortified.

"Who is this, Ginbug?" Molly asked, setting her eyes upon her daughter calmly.

Ginny opened her mouth, and then shut it when she could ease no words out.

"That," Ron said bitterly, "is Malfoy."

Draco's silver eyes flitted over to meet Ron's angry gaze and he tightened his jaw. "That would be my name," he confirmed.

"What business do you have with Ginny?" Fred asked instantly, crossing his arms.

"You've got no business with Ginny, none at all." George said, crossing his arms as well.

Draco opened his mouth but Ginny interruppted before he could even start.

"It's private business, just excuse us for a moment." She grasped him tightly by his arm and dragged him into the kitchen.

"Private business?" Ron echoed, and the family looked at each other in confusion.

Draco was mortified. Utterly mortified. Ah, but, you see, no one could know that.

"Have I come at a bad time, Weaselette?" He crossed his arms nonchalantly and leaned on the door frame the same way he had earlier. Ginny put her fingers to her temples.

"What are you doing here?" she finally managed out through gritted teeth as Draco moved to the kitchen counter, leaning back on his arms as if it was natural to upset a woman he should probably never be associating with. "If you didnt notice, my family, my ENTIRE FAMILY was having a wonderful dinner, and suddenly you pop in and want to tlka about what? The muffins again?! I dont care Draco, I really DONT CARE!!"

Couldn't he have at least knocked?

She waited for the retort. Silence. When she finally looked at his face, she was shocked. Because, for once in his life, Draco Malfoy seemed completely and utterly.....fazed. He was still in teh sme relaxed position, but his eyebrows had shot up, his bright eyes were a tad wider, his perfect lips slightly parted.

"What did you call me?"

~Ryoko~

She simply stared at him for a few seconds, unsure of how to reply. She couldn't tell if he was upset or overjoyed and she didn't like it.

"I- I don't remember. What did I call you?"

Draco's face seemed to soften a bit and he took a step closer. "You called me Draco."

She threw up her hands in exhasperation. "And? That's your name, is it not?"

Grinning, he just shook his head. "Yes. But it sounds rather nice coming from your lips."

"Ginny? Are you all right in there?" A worried voice was calling out from the dining room.

Ginny threw him a disgusted look and turned on her heel. "I don't have time for this nonsense. Please leave me alone, for the third time today."

Nodding, he watched as she began walking. But on a second thought, he grabbed her arm and soundly leaned forward to kiss her cheek. "See you around."

She yelped and ran into the kitchen. Instead of Apparating back home, Draco meandered into her livingroom, and followed the hall to what appeared to be Ginny's bedroom. Smiling evilly, he entered the room, took off his shoes, and made himself at home on the bed.

Sorry Peeps! DIY means do it yourself...itz a kind of a thing where we live. Anywayz! THIS IS NANG! (NANG=Wkd 4 people that don no)
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What are you doing Draco? Why are you sitting in Ginny Weasley's bedroom? On her bed! What is going on in your mind Draco? Are you STUPID????
But he didn't care, another notch in his bedpost wouldn't do any harm. Even if it was a Weasley.

Ginny smiled uneasily at the rest of her family.

"What the hell is Draco Malfoy doing in your house Ginny??" Ron shouted suddenly.

"I-I don't know!" Ginny lied, her eyes looking everywhere but at her family.

"That was a Malfoy was it?" Mr Weasley asked slowly.

"Yes it was, Dad! What was he doing here? Was he harassing you?" Fred exploded.

"Yeah! Cos if he was I'll kill him!" George stood up from his chair.

"Sit down you fools! I met him today and I took his muffins. It was nothing, he just came back for them." Ginny spat hotly.

"Ginny. You can't be serious, you can have a normal conversation with him?" Bill asked perplexed.

"Ginny I won't allow you to talk to him!" Ron shouted.

"SHUT UP! You can't tell me who I can and can't talk to Ron. You don't own me! It's always 'Ginny you can't do this,' and 'Ginny you can't do that!' It's never, 'GInny I'm so happy for you!-"

"But this is Draco Malfoy we're talking about! How can we be happy for you?"

"It isn't like he's my best friend. You people are so naive! He only came for his muffins, but you have to think bad about absolutely everybody! Jus-Just leave!" Ginny spun on her heel. She heard Ron start to say something and her mum murmur something to him. Then there were lots of loud CRACKS and as she turned around again the table was empty.

She sighed and turned to walk into her bedroom.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Ginny shouted.

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Can Draco be naked?????

I don't think we should rid him of his clothes just yet, *baby ice*.


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"Hello, pet," Draco said nonchalantly, flipping through a magazine he'd found.

"Malfoy," Ginny hissed, balling her hands into fists, "I wish you would just leave already."

Draco lowered the magazine and slid off the bed. "I'm not here about the muffins, you know," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Let's hope not," she muttered, crossing her arms and watching as he crossed her room. He strolled past a desk cluttered with parchment and quills and let his fingers slide along the mahogany, leaving a line in the thin layer of dust. He stopped his walk when he came across a mounted picture of her family.

"I wanted to talk about you," he said, his voice lowering as he peered into the photograph, ignoring Fred and George's rude gestures, focusing on the picture Ginny.

"What about me?" She asked tersely, altogether annoyed at his impertinence.

He gave a sigh and turned and walked back up to Ginny, looking down his aristocratic nose at her. "Earlier, when I dropped by and it was about the muffins, you kissed me."

Ginny's jaw dropped and she glared at him incredulously. "I kissed you?" She snapped. "You kissed me!"

Draco waved an impatient hand at her, as though dismissing minor detail. "Either way," he continued, "we did kiss. And I wanted to know if you liked it."

"You came all this way, interrupted and ultimately ruined a family dinner, just to know how GOOD YOU WERE?!" Ginny bellowed.

"Well, not entirely," Draco said, "I know I was good, but things can be good and yet not enjoyed."

Ginny shoved him. Hard. His back hit a post of her bed. "How dare you?!" She hissed. "How dare you burst in here and make my life miserable over stupid muffins and then go and absolutely ruin it over a God forsaken kiss!" She was punching him now, lamely hitting her fists against his chest. Draco captured her wrists in a loose but firm grip.

He looked down at her, his grey eyes flickering strangely. Her gaze met his, her own brown eyes glossed over with impending tears.

"I'll make it up to you," Draco whispered tantalizingly, lowering his head to hers.

She whimpered, as he nudged her head back with his nose. He kissed her very slowly, agonizingly so. He let his tongue sweep across her upper lip, and then just under her lower one. When he returned to her mouth she opened it in an almost desperate plea for satistfaction.

But he drew away, looking down at her with a hard frown.

Ginny looked up at him in question, and his steely eyes sent cold racing through her veins. "Draco?" She inquired.

He pushed her away firmly, clasping a hand to his forehead.

"What's wrong?" She asked, worried at his abrupt change of mood.

"Stop it!" He finally said, glaring at her. "Stop doing this to me!"

"Excuse me?" Ginny asked, miffed at his accusation. "I haven't been the one apparating into your home every half hour!"

"Doing that!" Draco shouted. "Having me act like that and come back to you! I should be able to walk away, Ginny Weasley!"


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Hope that wasn't too long,

DARN IT! Naked Draco=Sehr Gut!! Anywayz, another contribution from me. I hope I'm not doing this too often. I'm not a terribly good writer I just love doing it!
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Draco growled angrily and turned away from Ginny. Angry at himself for what he had just done, angry incase he had miss led her, angry at everything!

Ginny felt cold as she stared at his back. She closed her eyes and prayed for him to leave.

Without a word Draco Apperated with a loud CRACK and found himself appear by his bedside table at his recently gained Manor. He flung himself onto his bed and groaned. Partly was because he could believe what had just happened and partly because her lips felt soft, smooth and warm. Not like Pansy's lips, or any other girl he'd ever kissed who were cold and brutal. What was it about her that made his hormones race like this?


Ginny sat down slowly on her bed and a solitary tear slid from her eye. What was going on? Why was Malfoy-...Draco acting like that?
Ginny felt a churning and fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach as she thought of something.
Was he taking me for a ride? Was he using me, just to get a leg over? How could I be so stupid?

Draco couldn't think about anything but Ginny. Who is she to take such power over me? Why am I allowing myself to go to her level, after I promised I would never talk to a Weasley once I'd left Hogwarts! How could I be so stupid?

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Yo turn!
*baby ice*

*rubs hands together* here we go
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Ginny woke the next morning to a minor headache, but considering the events of yesterday it pissed her off anyway.
She went to the medicine cabinet & noticed a bumb on her forehead in the mirror on the door. She cursed, lightly touching the pinkish mound.

All through her morning routine Ginny had thought about the day before & wondered why? Why had that happened? She wasn't a bad person. She'd never done anything truly bad, except for the incident in her 1st year, which wasn't even her fault... She shook her head ridding herself of those thoughts.
Finally during a rushed breakfast she decided that Malfaoy obviously wanted something. But what?
It wasn't until she apparated to work that she realized what it was.
Of course Ginny you work at the Daily Prophet.
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Well that's all I got. How's Draco handling this?

Hope you all don't mind if I jump forward a bit. This was too good an opportunity to miss.

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Draco surprisingly had thought little of the Weasley incident, and it had been over 24 hours since he'd left her house. It was breakfast time at the Malfoy Manor, and as Draco reached for his tall glass of orange juice, his attention was distracted.

A large tawny owl was tapping on the window, anxiously holding a thin parcel on it's leg. Sighing in exasperation, Draco dragged his body across the room to open the window, letting the ruddy bird in. It seemed apprehensive to give him the parchment that it was carrying though, after all the work it had done bringing it here.

"Hand it over, you good for nothing- augh!" He cried, ripping the parchment in half. Even though he only had half, however, Draco could still tell what it was. The Daily Prophet.

With his picture on the cover.

"What the... oh bloody hell..." he mumbled, eyes widening as he read the title.

Draco Malfoy- Going Soft?

He could feel the anger welling up inside him as his eyes scanned the page, each line getting worse than the last.

"It has been reported that Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, is getting more mature and noble in his older age. Who was once known as the 'cold-hearted bully of Hogwarts' is now taking his life in a completely different direction, for the better, says various former peers of the said Malfoy.

The beliefs he held true to his heart could be found among riches, popularity, and other equally shallow motives. But now, he seems to have abandoned old ways and has even been seen associating with what he used to consider 'lower class wizards'."

Draco was speechless as he continued to read. This was complete, utter, rubbish. He was still a 'cold-hearted bully'! Then, before he put down the paper, the last sentance caught his eye.

"For the record, Draco has turned from his interets in the Dark Arts, to new interests in dark pastries. His favorite muffin is noted to be Chocolate.
-NewsWriter, Ginny Weasley"

Putting down the paper, Draco could only think one thing.

Revenge.

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I'm not sure what you were going for, *baby ice*, but this is where I took it. Enjoy.

I've been lurking on this thread for a while, and I thought I'd give writing in it a shot. *takes a deep breath*

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Draco crumpled up the Prophet and threw in behind him, not bothering to see where it landed. He narrowed his eyes in thought.

How should one get back at Ginny Weasley?

He ran a hand through his hair, artfully mussing it (He had given up slicking it back years ago after realizing that it made him look rather like someone going through their mid-life crisis). He didn't know much about the girl, except where she lived, that she rather liked chocolate muffins, had luscious legs, had a close and overprotective family that she was very attached to, and worked for the Daily Prophet. That didn't seem to be very good material for revenge.

Unless...,he thought, half grinning and half smirking.

He Disapparated.

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