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--Faith, 7/4
Merged Best D/G Scene in the fanverse from the archive with the This Is It thread. --Faith 7/4
Any rules? I think probably no NC17 clips but beyond that it seems like we should do the same as the H/Hr thread - Sarah
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V. cool. I like this thread. I don't have anything in mind right now, but will get back to you.
Oh goodness these things are great if we get them up! Oh and if H/Hr-ers can have it we can too right? I mean hey, our ship is great too! *beams* Okay this clip is from the famous Reiko Naoe's Serpent's Bride (aka our D/G bible basically lol)
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| Ginny closed her eyes upon feeling his warm breath against her cheek. "Why should- I?" she asked, her voice coming out in a gasp. "You made my life a living hell. In school...you were so unbearable, so despicable, so--- " Memories came flooding back to her… She was walking aimlessly down the hall, minding her own way when suddenly she felt her skirt lifting up together with her school robes. She looked behind and saw Draco and his goons laughing. "Marry me, Virginia," he said, his nose nuzzling her cheek, leaving her tongue-tied. It was Valentine's Day and for the first time in her life, someone gave her a flower. She was hurrying to Potion's Class when suddenly she bumped into him. Her things lay scattered on the ground together with the single rose. He laughed cruelly and stepped on it… crushing it… "Just say yes." Ginny gasped out as hated pleasure escalated up and down her spine. She felt the slow movement of his lips against her neck. "Marry me," Draco said, his face traveling back to hers. Then without warning, he kissed her lips to sweeten the deal. Ginny lips reluctantly opened up for him. She shuddered upon feeling his tongue immediately seeking out her own, his hands traveling down her waist, pulling him closer to him till she felt his warm body against hers. White, hot pleasure sliced within her upon hearing his unwilling groan. Good lord, she didn't feel this with Harry! "What now, Virginia?" Draco asked, his voice muffled against her lips. "Yes," she gasped as his lips traveled down her neck. "Yes, yes." |
*sigh* That has to be one of the best D/G moments, not to mention that she said she would marry him
If you haven't read the fic and don't know what's going on (since this is a snippet from the second chapter) I highly recommend you read it NOW! lol
NicoleAdded link
--Faith
no NC-17? Well then I'll just tell you the scene-In Darkknight's series (I can't remember which part) There is a scene where Crabbe walks in on them, but doesn't know Ginny is there. Draco tells him he's sick, but the truth is Ginny's...umm...doing some stuff to him. This scene cracks me up, its definitely one of my favorites
~714
Mine is from Cassandra Claire's Draco Sinister, Chapter 9, where Ginny visits Draco in a bedroom at the Weasleys.
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| Ginny closed the door of Percy's bedroom quietly behind her and blinked to adjust her eyes. It was nearly twilight now, and the room was dim, lit only by a single fringe-shaded bedside lamp. She could make out the shapes of the furniture, the bed, and the huddled outline of Draco's sleeping form under the covers. Quietly, she walked up to the bed. "Draco," she said softly. "Hey. Wake up." Draco didn't respond. She tilted her head, looking at him, her vision adjusted to the half-light now. He lay asleep on his side, shirtless, sheets tangled around his waist. His head was pillowed on his fist, his other arm under the blankets. She could see where his very light summer tan ended at the base of his throat, the faint line of the scar under his eye where the shards of Harry's broken ink bottle had cut him. Most people looked different when they were asleep, she thought, younger, gentler, undefended, but Draco just looked the way he always did: contained, and guarded. She reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, meaning to shake him awake. His reaction was immediate. His hand shot out so quickly she barely had time to react; he seized her arm, yanked her down on the bed, and rolled over on top of her, his arm across her throat, his other hand drawn back as if he meant to hit her. "What do you think you're doing?" he hissed, glaring down at her. "Ow!" Ginny yelled indignantly. "Ow! You bastard, get your elbow out of my throat!" Draco froze, and lowered his arm, blinking. It was the most surprised she had ever seen him look. "Oh, I...thought you were someone else." "Who? Voldemort? Get off me, you twit," Ginny snapped, startled to wriggle out from under him, realized something, and paused. "I, uh.." "What?" Ginny found herself stammering. "I, uh, just came to see if you wanted any food. It's nearly tea-time, you know. Charlie made food. It's pretty good. And, uh, we thought you might want some food. Did I say that already? I, uh, I could bring you up some, or you could come down if you feel up to it." Draco paused for a moment, and a faint smile flitted across his face. "I feel up to it," he said blandly. "Right. Well, then, you'd better get off me so I can stand up." Draco hesitated for a split second, smiled, and rolled off her. Ginny stood up, rather unnecessarily straightening her shirt, and, without looking at him, said, "Shall I tell them you'll be down in a few minutes?" "Sure. Why don't you do that." "Okay. And about the naked thing..." "I'll put some clothes on before I go downstairs." "That'd be a good idea." There was a short pause. He looked at her inquiringly. "Right, then," she said. "I'll just go...away." "See you," said Draco cheerfully, and Ginny ran for the door, bolted out into the hall, and slammed it behind her. He's laughing at me, she raged inwardly, starting off down the hallway. He's the one without any clothes on, and I get laughed at. It's not fair. She kicked out at the railing when she got to the stairs and was rewarded by feeling the wood splinter slightly under her foot. Take that, Draco Malfoy, she thought, you obnoxious, smirking, naked sort of person. |
Just too cute for words.
~Sydney Lynne
Added the link --Faith
Lol...
That's cute! *grins*
That's cute! *grins*
My favourite D/G scenes are from MochaButterfly's "All You Need Is Love". If you haven't read it yet, what are you waiting for?
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| "Why did you save me from the gypsies?" Ginny shot back, jerking away from her contemplations. "You could've just left me there and poof! problem solved. No Ginny, no getting married to Ginny" "Honestly, Ginny," he said irritably. " You'd really think I'd just walk away and leave you there?" "Why did you follow me in the first place?" she fired. He mimicked her, shrugging as if it didn't matter. Trying to control her temper, she crossed her arms once again and sighed through her nose. "All right, Draco," she said, without thinking. "Just say it." "What?" he demanded. She narrowed her eyes at him a moment, then dropped her arms to her sides. "Just say that you hate me. Go on. I'm listening. The moment you say it, I'm gone. I'll never bother you again. I promise." His face toughened, his eyes blank and frosty, and his mouth hardened. "All right, Ginny. I hate you." She blinked, stunned, and searched his face for signs of expression. And she saw it . . . in his eyes flickered something she recognized instantly as regret. Maybe pain, if she dared to think such. She wondered why she didn't believe what he said. She wondered why she didn't think for a second he meant that he hated her. She wondered why it felt like he had said that he loved her. "Liar," she accused gently. He searched her eyes for a long moment, and then said softly, "You know me too well." |
Wow! I love this one.
Ariel Malfoy
Added link. --Faith
Awsome quotes guys! Now I feel dumb.. I'm going to find one.. and post it.. cuz I feel stupid... *begins to search franticaly* 
~Bristar
~Bristar
I love this part of the story! Its called the Art of Seduction- By:Manissetan (from ff.net shhhhhh!) Umm a little back ground might be helpful huh?
Umm well Draco likes Giiny (obviousely) and he's decided to try and seduce her. Each chapters way cool cuz it like a whole other rule in the ways of seduction so its always a diffrent tactic Draco's using on poor unaware Ginny. This clipping is at the beginning of their date. Have fun!
Umm well Draco likes Giiny (obviousely) and he's decided to try and seduce her. Each chapters way cool cuz it like a whole other rule in the ways of seduction so its always a diffrent tactic Draco's using on poor unaware Ginny. This clipping is at the beginning of their date. Have fun!
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| Draco was already there when Ginny descended the steps leading from the Gryffindor Tower. He smiled at her, and Ginny saw his eyes quickly flicker to the chain around her neck. She had asked if it had been from him when she had talked to him the day after Christmas to set up the date, and he had apologized profusely for not including a note. He claimed to have been out of parchment. Ginny was quite sure that he had done it so as not to cause a storm among the Dream Team when they saw that Baby Weasley was receiving gifts from a Malfoy. Ginny privately was grateful. "Are you ready to go?" He asked her when she reached him. Ginny smiled and nodded, glad that she wasn't feeling as uncomfortable as she had predicted she would be. After all, Draco didn't really seem like the dateable type. Rather, so she would have thought until recently. But her whole perspective of him was changing rapidly. There was barely anything about him that reminded her that he was the bouncing ferret from third year. Of course, excluding his good looks. He was also wearing his winter cloak, but underneath it she could see black dress pants and a green button-down shirt, such that passerby might have thought they had dressed to match each other. Ginny was glad to see that she was dressed appropriately. After receiving Ginny's affirmative response, he held out his arm, which she wrapped hers around, feeling amazingly happy. She was on a date with Draco Malfoy! |
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Hope ya liked it!
~Bristar
Added link and put the quote in quotes. --Faith
Bristar Awe that was amazingly cute! I think I might just go read the fic, or find some quotes of my own. Maybe take the only scene I found extremely enjoyable in Draco Sinister and post it here I'm such a dork, but here it is anyway.... (chapter 13)
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| "Listen to me. Every bit of goodness in you does not come from Harry. If you don’t believe yourself, believe me. I can feel evil in people. I felt it in Slytherin when he came into our house. I never felt it from you. You’ve often been a hateful, miserable git, but you were never evil. So you can just...stop. Stop with this whole "I’m the Dark Prince of Evil" business. Because you aren’t. You’re just a person, Draco Malfoy, just a person like anyone else. And your problem isn’t that you’re evil. It’s that you’re scared. You’re always running away. You ran away from the Manor when you thought Harry and the rest of them didn’t trust you any more, and then you ran away from me when I told you to go home. You even ran away from Snape. You kept the sword because it gave you a reason to run away from Harry and Hermione and all the things in your life you can’t face, and then you tried to run away from the darkness it conjured up but you can’t, and all you’re doing is running away from yourself and falling farther and farther away from anyone who could help you. You had what you wanted, you know? A family, people who cared about you. And you ran away from it! ‘Oh, I’ve got to go, I’m a danger to everyone else, I’m so evil, somebody smash me in the head already, blah blah blah.’ What a bunch of self-indulgent crap!" She poked him hard in the chest with her finger, and he actually goggled at her in astonishment. "Who says you have to sit here while these huge events you’re so excited about blow up all around you? Why don’t you fight? Because I don’t know about you, but I’d rather make a mistake and do something than be frightened into doing nothing!" She caught herself up short, gasping as if she’d run a marathon. What on earth had she just said? She’d been shouting – at Draco – her ears were still ringing. Astonished, she raised her face slowly and saw him, looking down at her, the oddest sort of expression in his eyes. "Draco—" her voice cracked. "I’m so—" --Sorry, she was about to say, but before she had a chance to say the word, before she had barely a chance even to think it, Draco caught her by the arms, pulled her forward, and sealed his mouth over hers. It was like lightning, striking through her, like a white blade in her heart. And it was nothing like the brief and icy kiss they had shared in her bedroom. Possibly from their proximity to the fire, possibly from the alcohol in his blood, possibly from something else altogether, his skin was no longer cold, but the temperature of her own burning blood. She felt the heat of his hands on her shoulders, scorching as his fingers ran down her back, leaving trails of fire where they touched. Dizziness darkened her vision. Is this what it’s like to stand in charmed fire? To burn painlessly? Her insides seemed to liquefy, transforming into to molten metal, and the heat ran through and through her, scorching her veins, turning her bones to glass. When he lifted his mouth off hers she felt bereft, and caught at him, a short involuntary clasping at his shirt, but he had only moved to pull her closer (although, she thought, surely they couldn’t get any closer, it felt to her already as if every inch of their bodies was touching) and his hand slid somehow into the nonexistent space between them and began to fumble with the fastenings of her clothes. It was a very slight fumble, but noticeable, and rather endearing. It meant he was nervous. Good. So he should be. Her robe came open, and his hand slid inside and over the thin silk of the camisole she wore underneath, which provided no barrier at all to his touch. It felt to her exactly as if there were no material between his hand and her own naked skin as his fingertips slid around her body to trace her spine, the wings of her shoulder blades, the hollow at the back of her neck. It seemed suddenly extremely important that there be even less clothing between them, and with that objective in mind her hands flew to his shirt and tugged so hard at it that she had a sudden vision of herself ripping the front of his shirt away completely, leaving him standing there in nothing but the sleeves. That made her giggle. She let go of his shirt and giggled helplessly against his mouth, leaning into him. He pulled back a fraction, and the gray eyes looked down at her, half-lidded and sleepy and curious. "Nobody I’ve kissed has ever laughed at me before," he said, amused. Ginny couldn’t answer. She was still spluttering. It wasn’t that funny, and yet she couldn’t quite stop giggling. Nerves, she thought to herself. Do shut up. But it was no use. "Let’s see how long you can keep that up if I do this," he said, with a wicked sort of smirk, and his mouth went to her ear, and did something very interesting there that made her knees turn to water. Oh dear. Now she felt as if she were going to faint. His lips traveled down to her throat, and did something there that was even more interesting and she found that she wasn’t giggling any more, only clutching at him, her hands winding into his hair, which was impossibly fine and delicate and soft, as his mouth moved back up to hers, and all thought dissolved, or at least all ability to separate thoughts into cogent threads of consciousness. All that mattered was his mouth on hers, his heart pounding against her own, the draw and beat of his breath, and this extraordinary desperate whirlpool that seemed to be drawing them both down, and she wanted to drown in it, wanted to drown in him, in the hard grip of his arms on her back, the softness of his mouth, the pressure of his body --- |
Ahhh the brilliance of Cassandra Claire... If only she would have put more scenes between the people of our beloved ship in Draco Sinister... Oh well, there's always Veritas right? Have to go read that one now. *sigh* I've been pulled into the world of the Draco Trilogy! *screams in horror* Now if she gets me to like Redeemed!Draco, that would be a wonder!
NicoleAdded link. --Faith
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| I opened the door, and Draco was sitting on my bed. He was still in his dress robes. “I needed to see you,” he said, his voice very low, “I told Susan it was about school…but I think she knew I was lying.” I was furious that he’d take a risk like sneaking into Gryffindor tower. What if someone had seen him? How dare he talk to my roommate? She’d have plenty of questions the next day. “I want you to leave.” I closed the door behind me. The dorm seemed empty. Most people were outside sneaking butterbeer, and besides the occasional laughter rising up from the common room, it was unusually quiet. He didn’t move. He wouldn’t stop staring at me. I was shaking as I walked over towards my dresser. Draco stood up and walked behind me. I turned to tell him off, but somehow I ended up falling against him. And then we were clutching each other, breast-to-breast, mouth-to-mouth. The need I felt the first time he ever touched me, and the intensity with which it rushed all through me was so powerful that I thought I might faint. Slowly, letting myself rest in his embrace, I came back to myself; back to him. I had never experienced anything like the thin, sweet lips that parted against mine. |
Msscribe kicks SERIOUS fanfic writer butt. This is the scene leading up to my fav scene which is EVERY freakin' scene in Ginny Weasley Thinks She's In Love (WARNING: this fic is rated NC-17) I'm a guy , but this is a D/G writer I can really get into.
Jim
Added link. --Faith
hey look guys!! I've actualy read Ginny Weasly Thinks She's In Love!!! oooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooooo I feel pretty!!!! Nerrrrr! kk sorry, but yeah thats an awsome story (Every chapter is like NC-17 so I can see why you *Jim* cut it off right there.. tehehehehe) Well Im sick and bored and its the third time I've posted here, I'm beginning to think I need a life... where do I find one of those anyway?
~Bristar
~Bristar
| QUOTE (Bristar @ Feb 17 2003, 12:40 AM) |
| hey look guys!! I've actualy read Ginny Weasly Thinks She's In Love!!! oooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooooo I feel pretty!!!! Nerrrrr! kk sorry, but yeah thats an awsome story |
Yeah Right!!! FREAKIN' UNBELIEVABLE! I was lingering around in the chat room hopin she'd pop in but she didn't. I'll leave my girlfriend for a woman with a mind like that but I see on her profile she's married so I'm crushed. But oh well. And Nappa kicks butt for asking her to write Dinner For Three. Nappa RULES!
your poor g/f.. 
j/k!!!!!!
Yeah I really love that story, she's my...second favorite author on this site, she's really nice too!!!! (I feel special cuz I've talked to her, I really am dumb!) yeah well anyway... I'm still looking for a life, so I must get back to searching!
~Bristar
j/k!!!!!! Yeah I really love that story, she's my...second favorite author on this site, she's really nice too!!!! (I feel special cuz I've talked to her, I really am dumb!) yeah well anyway... I'm still looking for a life, so I must get back to searching!
~Bristar
I'll second that one Jimmy! msscribe is my fav D/G author period. I like intense!Draco and mature!Ginny. Every scene in that fic is fantastic.
This a clip from I Don't Want to Miss A Thing By:Tara off of FanFiction.net
Ok background!!!!
Draco fell in love with a Muggle in his summer of sixth year, it was kind of a rebeliouse thing cuz his father had killed one of his best friends and he had kinda realized that's not what he wanted to become (Though he was in love with the girl!). So anyway... Draco slept with this Muggle girl, and after her told her about Hogwarts and everything, they broke up, she couldn't handle it. Soon after Draco found out that he had gotten the girl pregnate, and becasue of the Muggle girls wish's (She died soon after she gave birth) Draco wasn't alowed anywhere near his daugther. So after a lot of prompting from Ginny (
), Draco takes his case to the Wizarding court. This clip is right before the court tells everyone their answer... I LOVE THIS PART!!! It way sweet, so read it!!! Now!!!!
Ok background!!!!
Draco fell in love with a Muggle in his summer of sixth year, it was kind of a rebeliouse thing cuz his father had killed one of his best friends and he had kinda realized that's not what he wanted to become (Though he was in love with the girl!). So anyway... Draco slept with this Muggle girl, and after her told her about Hogwarts and everything, they broke up, she couldn't handle it. Soon after Draco found out that he had gotten the girl pregnate, and becasue of the Muggle girls wish's (She died soon after she gave birth) Draco wasn't alowed anywhere near his daugther. So after a lot of prompting from Ginny (
), Draco takes his case to the Wizarding court. This clip is right before the court tells everyone their answer... I LOVE THIS PART!!! It way sweet, so read it!!! Now!!!! | QUOTE |
| He rolled onto his side, and carefully brought his hand up to the top of the blanket. He moved slowly, as not to wake her, and removed the blanket from over her head. Her eyes were still shut, and her breathing was still even, her red hair was messy and thrown across her face. Brushing a strand of her red hair out of Ginny's face, he let his thumb run along her cheekbone. His light movements did not wake her, so he slowly moved forward, and brushed his lips against hers. "I love you Ginny" he whispered against her lips, luckily, she had not woken up yet "Wait for me" Pulling away reluctantly, he was surprised to see that Ginny was still asleep. He pressed another kiss to her forehead quickly, and then covered her with her blanket again. He did not move from her bed though, he just stayed where he was, taking in her bedroom, looking at all of the stuffed animals that she had collected of the years. A few minutes later, Ginny moved under the blankets, rolling on her side and struggling out of the covers, pushing them away with her and down the bed. She sat up and stretched, yawning as she did so. When she saw that Draco was laying by her side, she screamed. "Draco, what are you doing in my bed?" She asked. Draco smirked. "What, you mean you don't remember?" he asked smugly. "And here is was thinking I meant something to you" "You really are an ass" She replied, picking up a pillow and hitting him in the head with it. Draco laughed. "So what are you doing here?" "I came to show you this" he replied, handing her the parchment. She opened it quickly and read it before launching herself into his arms. "He dropped the charges" she laughed, the parchment still clenched in her hand. Draco laughed, holding her tightly as she hugged him. "This is really great" She soon stopped giggling and smiling, but she was yet to let go of him, and Draco didn't let go of her either. They stopped laughing and just stared into each others eyes. Her blue eyes burned into his grey ones, each daring the other to look away first, Draco's eyes left hers just long enough to gaze longingly at her lips, the lips he had just kissed without her knowing. He untangled his arms from where they were wrapped around her waist, and brought one to her cheek, running his knuckles against her smooth skin. Ginny closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his skin on hers, concentrating on the heat that was now spreading across her cheeks. Draco was just waiting her to tell him to stop, he was waiting for her to tell her that she was uncomfortable with what was happening, but the words never came, he just continued to stare at her, running his hand over her cheek. A few seconds later, he moved his hand to her hair, watching, amazed as the red strands ran through his fingers. And yet, Ginny did not tell him to stop. He massaged his fingertips against her scalp softly, and Ginny couldn't help but moan slightly. Draco took this as encouragement. The hand that was buried in her hair carefully brought her mouth closer to his. He could feel the soft puffs of her breath on his own lips as he held her face closer to his. But she still did not pull away from him. When his lips pressed against hers, she did not protest. Her hands moved up the back of his neck and tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers. A kiss that had stared soft and gently had soon grown in passion. This kiss was nothing like the first kiss they had shared, one obvious reason as to why this was different was because Ginny was yet to run away. Another reason, and a reason that Draco was rather proud of, was the fact that he was not thinking of anything other than Ginny. His mind was on her, and on nothing other than her. Ginny's lips parted in an effort to increase intensity of the kiss they were sharing. Their lips tangled with each other, and for a few minutes, they forget everything but each other. An explosion from down stairs made them pull away from each other. Ginny smiled nervously, resting her head on his collar, unable and unwilling to move. "What time does the case start again?" she asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "Two, we better start getting ready" Draco told her, but his words contradicted his actions and he tightened his grip on her. Ginny smiled, pulling out of his arms reluctantly, she stood, moved to her closet, and prepared her things to have a shower. Draco, who was still laying on her bed, watched as she moved about. She paused when she got to the door of her room, turning back to face him "Draco." "Yes?" he asked. He expected her to tell him that that should not have happened, and that it would never happen again, he was pleasantly surprised when she continued what she was going to say. "I will wait for you" |
Awsome huh?
~Bristar
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You put the one up I was gonna post!!! That scene fro "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" is my FAVORITE D/G scene EVER!!!!! Lol,I' usually over at the H/Hr board but I decided to come over here for some D/G goodness and I got some!! ::Dances off happily:: I'll try to think of a sweet scene to post on here but if you're looking for great D/G fics,I recommend anything by Tara,she is the best!(Proven by the wonderful scene posted above!)
Humm, I can't exactly remember Mine. its either from Cinnamon or From Our Dear Sky is Blue;)
Well, this is another great D/G scene. It's from "Deeper Than Blood", by Shadow Dragonus. It's a wonderful fic, so if you haven't read it, don't wait.
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"But he will force you to become a Death Eater," Ginny said bitterly. She reached up to her ear and took Draco's one hand in both her own. Even that simple of a touch startled him, but he hid his wince. Ginny's eyes searched him, seeing more than they should have seen. "I can tell that you do not want to." Inwardly, Draco sighed and wished that Ginny were just like the rest of the girls in his year. This way, she would be friendly and flirtatious, never having to deal with troubles with the ones like he and Potter both carried. It really wasn't fair that Ginny be dragged into this mess because he had saved her life after he had nearly killed her. But even if she had stayed loyal to Potter, there would be difficulties to deal with. "Yes. It has always been his wish that I become a Death Eater. However, even if he never touched me, I would have no choice but to join the Lord Voldemort's ranks. I am bound by a contract, a spell performed on me on my first birthday. If I were not to take the Dark Mark on my next birthday, it would be an unimaginably painful death for me." Here was the part that he had spent contemplating all night, the part that he did not want to give. "That is why I think we should end this friendship." Instead of an expression of dismay or anger, Ginny gave a bitter laugh that nobody so young should have known how to give. "So that's it, then?" she asked, her voice distant. "Off to join the ranks of Voldemort- "She had said it again, without any inflection of suffering or fear in her voice "- Just like another minion?" "Ginny, it's not-" "You know, I could understand when Harry did this to me." Again, the empty laugh that chilled him down to the very base of his spine came, and Draco hid a shiver. "Nobody ever knew - we were supposed to be this great couple, and I could tell he wanted it, but he pushed me away to join the Order of Phoenix. I joined to be with him, you know? To give him a normal life." As much as Draco did not want to hear about anything having to do with Potter, he found himself attracted to her words - almost like a moth to a flame. "By that time, he said it was too late between us. I was too much like a sister by then, but he knew absolutely nothing about me. He was doing this to protect me, he said, and that it was better this way." "Look-" "No!" Ginny threw up both of her hands, releasing Draco's to do so. "No! You look! You're going to say that I don't understand and that it's better for me! Well, you know what? I understand. People seem to think that I haven't seen evil! I'm not a little girl to be cosseted like a doll and then pushed away when danger comes." She looked at him, brown eyes wide and swirling with a mix of emotions that he could not ignore. He could see himself in those eyes, a dispassionate mask thrown against stormy barriers. It was a frightening face. "Draco - I don't know why we're even friends, but I know that something is pulling us together. Something deeper. You're one of my closest friends, and I'm not going to let you throw that away because you're afraid. You're making a mistake." Now the eyes were pleading and ripping at him. His face did not change. "Then perhaps you should think again before you befriend a monster." There was only enough time to register pure fury in Ginny's eyes before her hand connected solidly with his cheek, eliciting a loud SLAP! sound. Draco recoiled instinctively, his hand flying to his cheek. "You are not a monster, Draco Lucifer Malfoy!" How she had come to figure out his middle name, Draco did not know; neither did he care, for his cheek burned more fiercely than anything he could dream. He stared at her in complete and expurgated shock. He could definitely understand why books certainly described angry women as the most beautiful of them all. Ginny's eyes were great canyons of brown right now, fueled by an outraged fire. Added to that, the flush rising from her neck only made her appear younger, yet sharper at the same time. This woman was a fascinating python when she was angry. This was a cold, fascinating beauty that nonetheless entranced him. "Well, then, I guess I cannot repeat Potter's mistake," Draco finally said, realizing that it was up to him to break the silence. "But I cannot avoid the horrors this summer will bring. Affiliating yourself with me is not wise." "I do not back down from the side of a friend," Ginny said staunchly. She leaned back again, her shoulders slumping dispiritedly. "I wish circumstances could be different." "As do I!" Draco agreed vehemently. He paused and scrutinized her face intently; her lower lip was quivering, which meant that she was close to breaking down. "We certainly do not ask for our destinies, but I definitely do wish our circumstances could be otherwise. Maybe - " He shook his head, stopping that thought before it could grow its poisonous little roots in his head. "There is no use dwelling on such a thing. Will you be okay attending St. Lawrence's Summer Academy by yourself? I mean, you and the others. My father has requested that I not attend." Ginny did not voice her thoughts and instead wiped at her eyes, nodding as she did so. As though ashamed at her earlier actions, she had bowed her head and refused to meet his eye. "You did not get any sleep last night," Draco remarked, finally noticing the bruised circles that had embedded themselves below her eyes. The flush had left her face and in its wake a severe paleness had settled in, worrying him. Feeling very awkward, Draco moved to the other bench so that he was sitting directly beside her. Even though the closeness unnerved him, he wrapped his arms around her. Ginny was probably used to this sort of attention, with six older brothers, but Draco Malfoy definitely was not. He preferred to remain as a stone pillar, touching no one and being touched by no one. When Ginny wrapped her own arms around his ribs and buried her face into his shoulder, it took his entire being not to gasp from the surprise. Ginny, he found, was neither a loud, nor a dramatic crier. She wept into his shoulder then, the quiet sobs doing little more than shaking her shoulders in the slightest quiver. Draco let her cry herself out. How long they sat there like that, he did not know. He was only content to let the tears flow to an end. Perhaps they were tears of grief over the lost relationship with Harry, never cried about before. He knew that there probably tears for him, angry tears at the injustice served him, possibly mingled in with the sad tears that their circumstances were so difficult. When her arms grew slack about him, he knew that she had cried herself to sleep. Working around her, he retrieved parchment and a quill from her bag, no easy task. It took considerable time to pen an adequate note and farewell with her warm presence nearly burrowed into his side, but he managed and tucked that under into her bag when he was done. Carefully, he pried himself out of her grasp and conjured up a blanket to keep any summer chills from getting to her. After placing a pillow under her head, the red hair bedraggled from being pushed into his shoulder, he switched to the other seat and merely watched her sleep. She was turned away from him, so that he couldn't see her face very well. That did not matter to him. How could somebody he barely knew have so much conviction in his life? Frowning to himself, Draco trailed a finger along her cheek before turning and leaving the compartment, off to play poker with the people he was supposed to call friends. |
Favorite scene? Wow....*blinks*
There's just too many. Hmm....a scene from The Dragon Rebels by Lee Velviet
There's just too many. Hmm....a scene from The Dragon Rebels by Lee Velviet
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| "Aww, isn't that sweet," a sickeningly familiar voice cut through the air. Ginny, regaining her composure, stepped away from Malfoy and looked around the chamber for the voice. "Romeo and Juliet have gotten over their differences and will soon be on the path to their inevitable deaths." "Show yourself, Riddle," Ginny snapped, sounding much braver than she felt. Her eyes darted around until a cloaked figure stepped out of the shadows to the right and came into view. "Tempter, Ginny. Temper," the figure drawled. "Is that any way to treat an old friend?" With that, he pulled back his hood to reveal Tom Riddle in all his dangerous beauty. Just as Ginny remembered him. Just as she saw him in her dreams. He walked closer to her, looking her up and down from head to foot. He stopped a few feet from her and smiled his heart shattering smile. 'How could something so beautiful be something so deadly?' she found herself wondering, looking in awe at the young man before her. Then slapped herself in disgust. 'Control yourself girl,' she hissed. 'He's the enemy, remember?' "You've changed," Riddle said after a moment, continuing to look at her appreciatively. "You haven't," Ginny hissed back, forgetting the fact that she had just been drooling over his appearance. He may look pretty, but inside his soul was as black as night. As he continued to stare at her, Ginny crossed her arms over her chest, feeling uncomfortable under his hawk like gaze. She felt like some rare item and he was the appraiser, calculating how to exploit her to his greatest profit. Unconsciously, she took a step closer to Malfoy, who was standing there in silent awe. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. "Are you just anther fragment of my mind because you seem to be more aware than the others were." "Still clever as ever, Ginny," Riddle purred. "But not clever enough. No. I am not a part of your mind. And let me tell you, it’s been hell staying here. You are really screwed up, you know that though, don't you?" "Not as screwed up as you are," she snapped back. "What the :f*ck: are you doing in my head?!" "Funny you should ask that, because I was just about to tell you," Riddle smirked. Ginny narrowed her eyes and stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "I've been here ever since that blasted Potter destroyed my diary. I needed some place to go and you, my dear, were just what I needed. I have been bidding my time ever since. Trying to figure out exactly how to get back at him and how to see you again. "I was weak at first, so I just drifted through your mind, absorbing all that you are. Working out how to bring you in here. To me. It took me a while to realize that ghosts can scare the mind into comatose as long as you press on the right brain cells. It was an accident really, and I knew that if I pressed to hard you would die, taking myself along with you. Yet it was my only option so I waited until Peeves showed up and took my chance. "For four years I have waited to see you again, my dear. Four long years, and now you will be mine." "And how do you intend to make me yours?" Ginny snapped, feeling a chill pass through her. Once again, she stepped closer to Malfoy. "Well at first I simply planned to keep you here, in your head. Then when I would tire of you I would take over your mind and body and return to the waking world. Rejoin my older self. Then you brought your friend with you," he said, looking darkly at Malfoy. "And I got a better idea." "You mean you didn't bring him here?" Ginny asked in confusion, glancing at the boy in question. "Then why is he here?" "Beats me," Riddle chuckled. "But I might as well take advantage of the situation. Instead of taking over your body, I will simply leave you both here and take over his." He laughed evilly. "But until then, you are mine to do with as I wish. And if you entertain me enough, perhaps I will allow you to return to your body along with me. But we'll see how that goes, shall we?" With that he took a menacing step towards her. Ginny felt the color drain from her face. "I don't think so," Malfoy said suddenly, the first words he had said since Riddle's appearance. He stepped in front of Ginny, reaching behind to move her safely behind him. Her eyes widened. So did Riddle's. "Excuse me?" he gasped, staring at the blonde in disbelief. "Do you know what you're saying, and to whom?" "I am saying that if you want Ginny, you have to come through me first. And I am talking to an egotistical prick who has spent too much time in a little girl's mind. No offence, Weasley," he added, glancing back. "None taken," she said, too astonished to take offence. "You'll regret you said that," Riddle hissed. "I already regret a lot of things I have said," Malfoy hissed back. "Why not one more?" The two of them stared each other in the eye. To Ginny it was like a showdown from an old Muggle movie. She was extremely glad neither of them had a gun. Or at least she hoped neither of them did. Mainly Riddle. "You know what this means, don't you?" Riddle finally asked, breaking eye contact and the silence that had descended. He took a step back. "I have a feeling I do," Malfoy drawled, his arrogance slowly returning. Ginny smirked from behind him as she saw him bring himself up to full height. He was taller than Riddle by four inches. "A duel?" Riddle asked. "A duel," Malfoy agreed. "But I don't have a wand." "You won't need one," Riddle said with a grin. He snapped his fingers and, with a flash of light, two swords appeared in his hands. He tossed one to Malfoy, who caught it with ease. "You do know how to use one I assume?" "But of course," Malfoy drawled. "But do you?" "Good," he responded, ignoring Malfoy's last comment. "But first," he turned his attention to Ginny who was watching the proceedings with interest. With a wave of his hand, Ginny found herself imprisoned in a crystal cage. She pounded on it. "Hey!" her and Malfoy yelled as one. He spun around to look at her through the crystal. Riddle smirked. "It's for your own protection, Ginny," he said coldly. He waved his hand again and the crystal rose eight feet into the air. "This way you wont get caught in the crossfire. Nor can you interfere." He turned his eyes down from Ginny to Malfoy who was looking up at her warily. "So that's it. You win, you become her champion. If I win, I become hers." "Sounds right to me," Malfoy said with a grin. "What?!" Ginny shrieked. "This is so archaic! Battling for a woman! Talk about cliched, not to mention sexist!" She pounded on the crystal. "Let me down! I can fight for myself!" "Gin," Malfoy called up to her. She stopped. It was the first time he had ever called her by her first name. Not to mention nickname. "Shut up for once. You sound like a feminist." "She is a feminist," Riddle sneered, glaring up at her. She gave him the finger. "Am not," she yelled. "Now let me down!" "I think you should stay up there," Malfoy called. "We wouldn't want you to break a nail!" Ginny sent him her dirtiest look then plopped herself down, cross-legged on the ground. There was nothing she could do but watch. "How do we decide who wins?" Malfoy asked Riddle, turning his attention back to the task at hand. "Who ever dies first, loses." "Oh," he said flatly. "Alright then." Ginny slapped herself in the head. "Men," she muttered darkly and proceeded to watch the fight. "Shall we get this over with then?" Riddle asked, raising his sword in a respectful way. "I am eager to be in the real world again." "I think you will find," Malfoy began, raising his sword as well. The both bowed. Riddle lunged forward. "That you won't be going anywhere near the real world," he grunted as he fought off Riddle's attack. To Ginny it simply seemed like blurred movement. They were both moving so fast that she found it hard to follow. Back and forth they went, the sound of their swords clashing filling the air. She did not have an eye for sword fighting but she knew for sure was that Malfoy was backing up while Riddle was advancing. Not a good sign. "Not so cocky anymore, are you blondie?" Riddle sneered as he proceeded to work Malfoy towards the wall. Yet the blonde simply grinned at him. They continued to fight. A moment later what Malfoy was doing struck Ginny. He was simply defending, allowing Riddle to wear himself out. The longer she watched the more she realized that Draco was barely working while Riddle seemed to be going at it full swing. A moment latter, Malfoy's back hit the wall. "Ha!" Riddle laughed in triumph. "Not that great, are you?" He swung his sword back for a heavy blow. To Ginny's glee and Riddle's obvious horror, Malfoy shot his sword forward and deftly sliced at Riddle's chest. The adolescent Dark Lord roared with pain and rage and backed up a few hasty steps. "Now who's not so great?" Malfoy sneered, beginning a series of quick attacks. All of which Riddle barely blocked. The last struck his arm, drawing blood. "Now who's the cocky bastard?" He grinned. "Think you're so great, don't you?" Riddle growled. "Well, let's se how you handle this! SWITCH!" he called. In a flash of light, both swords were replaced. "Lightsabers?" Ginny gasped, looking at the blue and red weapons. "How is that any better than a sword?" "Good point," Riddle muttered sheepishly. "SWITCH!" The lightsabers changed in a flash to become long sticks. Riddle immediately began to hit Malfoy on the head. Malfoy struggled to fight back but it seemed he had never been trained in using sticks while Riddle had. It was like whack-a-Malfoy. Hit after hit he took, yet only returned one or two of his own. Suddenly, Ginny got an idea. "SWITCH!" she bellowed. The sticks flashed away to instantly return as gas powered chainsaws. "That's such an improvement, Weasley!" Malfoy screamed, barely missing the moving blades as Riddle swung the machine downward. "Sorry!" she called down. "Just trying to help!" "Well stop it!" he called back as he raised the weapon up and arced it down towards Riddle's head. Riddle's eyes widened with horror. So did his mouth. "SWITCH!" he screamed. The moving, roaring chainsaw flashed out of existence to be replaced by a sausage. "Ow," he said as the roll of processed meat struck his head. "Death by pastrami." Malfoy frowned and hit him again. And again. And again. "Oh this is ridiculous!" he yelled at last. "SWITCH!" Everyone stopped moving and stared at the object in the two teens' hands. Ginny began to laugh hysterically. "A stuffed animal?" Riddle asked in disbelief. "You are going to beat me to death with a stuffed animal?!" "Not just any stuffed animal" Ginny gasped between laughs. "A stuffed ferret!" "Shut up!" Draco snapped, looking down at the white ferret toy in his hand. He shook his head and tried again. "SWITCH!" The stuffed ferrets turned into insanely large mallets. "Now this is more like it!" Riddle said, still laughing. He raised the hammer up and brought it crashing down. Malfoy just moved out of the way and the mallet crashed to the ground and kept on going. It went through the tile on the floor to reveal a large, bottomless pit. "SWITCH!" Riddle called in alarm as the mallet threatened to hip him over. The mallets flashed away. "Rubber chickens?" Malfoy asked dryly. "And you were making fun of my stuffed ferrets?" He whipped the rubber chicken into Riddle's shoulder. It made a loud cracking noise. Ginny laughed. "SWITCH!" The two rubber chickens disappeared to reappear in a flash as empty bottles of Molson Canadian beer. "I. Am. British," he hissed at the bottle in his hand. He then turned to Riddle who was still panting over the near fall and brought the bottle crashing down on the dark haired boy's head. Riddle let out a startled cry as the bottle struck and shattered, cutting his right cheek. Looking down at the bottle in his own hand he began to raise it threateningly. "SWITCH!" Malfoy screamed. The bottles turned to large wheels of cheese. He stared at it blankly for a moment. "This is getting pathetic," Riddle suddenly shouted. "Enough of this!" He tossed his cheese to the ground and flung himself at Malfoy, fists-a-flying. "Malfoy!" Ginny cried out in alarm as the blonde toppled down extremely close to the bottomless pit. The cheese wheel he had been holding moments before rolled over to the edge and went over. It hung in midair for a few seconds until gravity remembered it's job and pulled the dairy product down, out of sight. "Be careful!" "I'm always careful, Weasley," he grunted, giving Riddle a nasty right hook. It seemed all the Slytherin's battles with her brother and Harry had paid off. Riddle was no match and was frankly getting his ass kicked. They fought on, getting bloodier and more bruised every second. A few times Ginny gasped as the two rolled extremely close to the edge of the pit. "Get off me!" Malfoy finally snapped, flinging Riddle off of himself and getting warily to his feet. Riddle staggered to his own, wiping his bleeding lip with the back of his hand. "I'll admit you were a tougher opponent that I first thought," Riddle hissed, pulling himself out of the hunch he had been in. "And if that bloody child hadn’t killed my Basilisk, I would simply send his upon you." He took a few steps back. Malfoy snorted. "But I am destined for greatness, just as my older self has proven," Riddle claimed, a wild look descending upon his once handsome features. Ginny shuddered. He no longer looked like the Tom she had known. He was wilder, crazy even. It was then that she realized he was broken. Nearly defeated. Her heart skipped a beat. "I will defeat you and rejoin him," Riddle said with misty glee, all the while backing up. "And we will be even more powerful than the world has ever dreamed!" "There's just one problem with that," Malfoy began, stooping to pick up Riddle's fallen cheese wheel. "Your older self's a loser. He hides behind minions and magical creatures to do what he wants." He let out a cynical laugh. "The bloody git can't even kill the Boy Who Lived! Imagine! A Dark Lord who can't even defeat a child." Riddle looked horror struck and continued to back up slowly. Ever closer to the edge. "He's right, Tom," Ginny called from her cage. "He's incompetent. Out-dated. Passe. You are better off going independent. Start a coffee shop. Start an evil empire of caffeine. It's more addictive than it seems. Or tobacco. There's a killer for you. You'd have a better shot at greatness with that than with him." "LIES!" Riddle suddenly shrieked. He was shaking, his eyes darting between them madly. "ALL OF THEM! I am great! I will be great! No one can stop Lord Voldemort! NO ONE!" "Hey Voldy," Malfoy called above the other boy's rants. "Catch." "Huh?" he asked, the hysteria dropping away to be replaced with confusion. He barley had a chance to react as the cheese wheel came sailing towards him, hitting him full in the chest. Tom Riddle fell back, and just as the first cheese wheel had, floated momentarily in the air before dropping into the pit. He let out a scream of blood curdling horror and dropped from sight. It was the last time Ginny ever saw him. A moment later she felt the crystal that was beneath her disappearing and felt herself fall. She let out a yelp of surprise and closed her eyes, preparing herself for the inevitable impact of the not too soft ground. "Gotcha!" Malfoy said cheerfully as she landed in his arms. She slowly opened her eyes and found them caught in his piercing blue-gray gaze. She saw the excitement there, and something else. She was about to say: "My hero", but never got the chance for his lips were one hers in a blinding kiss. He tasted of sweat and blood. Sweat and blood, she realized, that had been for her. A feeling fluttered in her stomach, so strong and intense she let out a tiny gasp. Reality kicked in then, and Ginny realized she was being kissed madly by the most handsome guy she had ever seen. Not to mention one who had just defeated her worst nightmare and saved her life. And so she kissed his back with all the passion and intensity she could muster to match his own. And in the waking world, Ginny Weasley's eyes flew open. |
That was about the whole chapter...but it's so wonderful! *sighs with happiness*
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Mmm, I'm blushing furiously, you know that, right? 
Added link. --Faith
Added link. --Faith
My absolutely favourite scene of all time... *sigh* ...mmm... Basically, Ginny has to be Draco's servant for a month to gain membership in the Order. It's from Our Winter by Jade Okelani, my favourite D/G fic 
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| "I can't sleep here!" Ginny hissed. "What happens when all the other boys come to bed? They'll see me and call Professor Snape and I'll be thrown into the dungeon with a thousand points taken from Gryffindor!" "Don't be stupid," Draco said lightly, "the curtains come down." Ginny was about to point out that he wasn't refuting her fear about Snape, but before she could get a word out, Draco picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Too stunned to speak, she merely watched as he climbed in after her and muttered an incantation under his breath. The dark green velvet curtains fell around the large four-poster bed instantly, cocooning them inside. "There," Draco declared, "that's cozy." Ginny had no idea what she was supposed to say or do, so she said and did . . . nothing. She remained flat on her back where she had landed, stiff as a board, her mind racing. It was obvious, of course, that she didn't really have to be here -- all she had to do was say no, walk out, and he couldn't stop her. She knew he wouldn't stop her. Word would get back to the Order that she'd failed her test, of course, but that was the only consequence if she simply got up and walked out now. Really, her big problem was how much she didn't want to leave. Her mind and her heart were all jumbled up, bickering back and forth with one another. She couldn't even say that her heart was one hundred percent sure she should stay, because her stupid heart only wanted to stay if Draco loved her back, which he clearly did not and never would. Was he even capable of it? On their way back up to the castle, Ginny noted that it had started to rain softly. Her warmth charm had kept her body dry, but not her hair, which was damp. Draco had gotten fairly soaked and, if she wasn't mistaken, was at this very moment taking off his shirt-- Averting her eyes, Ginny's breath caught in her chest. More rustling and she could imagine him there beside her completely naked, like pale marble. She wanted to turn around and drink her fill of him and at the same time, wanted to bury her head beneath the covers. The candelabra above Draco's bed was lit, casting a soft glow off the sides of the curtains. Turning onto her side, Ginny hid her face behind her hair and peeked at Draco. His skin was like marble, but looked infinitely softer. His damp hair had fallen into his face, making him, for once, look like the seventeen year-old-boy that he was. Her gaze traveled lower and settled upon his abdomen, which bore a precise, awful looking scar from just below his ribs to the jut of his hip bone. For some reason, she was unable to look away from it, fascinated, horrified by where he might have gotten it and why he hadn't had a doctor remove it. There were any one of a dozen spells that could-- He was staring at her. He couldn't see her eyes through her hair, she knew, but it was as though he felt her gaze on him. Glancing lower, she saw that he'd put a pair of pajama bottoms on, green silk, a serpent through and through. Burying her face in the pillow, she wondered if it were possible to feign sleep, if there was any chance that he might leave her be. Somehow, she doubted it. The bed shifted and she tensed. His hand moved to her back and began gently stroking over her skin, his touch almost soothing. His hair tickled the back of her neck a second before she felt his lips press to the very tip of her shoulder blade. His mouth was the softest thing she'd ever felt and now he was brushing it against her skin, over her shoulder, her arm, the center of her spine just above the thin strap of her bodice. It felt so incredible, how tender he was being with her, so perfectly seductive that it brought tears to her eyes. His hands prodded her hip gently until she turned onto her back, making no move to remove the hair from her eyes. He pulled the loose silk scarf free of her bodice, gently running it over her shoulders. The cool, silky material evoked a shiver. Then his hands were at her face, pushing her hair back, and she shivered again and again, until she realized she wasn't shivering but crying softly, the effort of remaining quiet with it causing her body to shake. She might be able to survive this night if he were demanding, but this gentleness, this caring he was showing her would shatter her like glass. "Shh," she realized he was whispering, brushing her hair back, his touch soothing and gentle. This only made her cry harder. "I can't . . . I can't," she began hiccuping. "You don't . . . I thought you . . . I really thought that . . ." He seemed unable to decide what he wanted to say, which was odd, she knew, but couldn't seem to really care about. He was holding her like she mattered to him and it was comforting her as much as it was killing her. "I would never force you to do something you really didn't want," he said finally, his voice hushed and rough. Again, she tried to speak, and again she could only seem to cry harder. Why couldn't he just be awful and make her hate him? "Do you think me a monster?" he whispered into her ear after a long bead of silence. Try as she might, she could not quiet her tears. "No," she whimpered. "Don't lie to me," he muttered harshly. "Draco, I don't," she insisted. He didn't understand why she was crying, she knew, and there was no way she could explain it to him without leaving her own fragile heart vulnerable to his derision and scorn. How strange that she should fear his hurting her so much, and yet she was equally desperate to keep from hurting him. Why should her opinion of him matter to him, one way or another? So what if she believed him a monster? And yet, it did matter. It mattered to Ginny that Draco believe her. "I don't think you're a monster," she whispered firmly, and it was then that she realized her hands were fisted against his bare chest. "Fine," he muttered, his voice harsh again. "You should go." Nodding, Ginny began to pull away from him, then froze. It sounded like a door opening . . . "Bloody stupid wanker," a voice was saying. "Can't believe Malfoy let Potter snake the Snitch from him like that." "Did you see the way he was looking at that stupid Gryffindor girl?" another voice wondered. "That's the girl who's been following him around lately, cutting up his meat and the like," yet another voice added. "She must be in love with him." Ginny tensed and heard Draco chuckle mirthlessly. "It stuns me how stupid they are sometimes," she thought she heard him mutter. There was a chorus of 'G'night's from the boys outside, then all was quiet again. "What do I do now?" Ginny whispered, her face pressed close to Draco's. It made sense, she tried to reason with herself; the closer they were, the easier it was to hear each other. It certainly had nothing to do with how much she enjoyed feeling his breath against her cheek. "Settle in for a good night's sleep?" Draco offered. "I can't sleep here in this," she hissed, indicating the harem-girl costume she was wearing. "Wear this, then," he murmured, reaching around her to where he'd left a sweater he must have gotten out when he put on his pajama pants. It was one of the sweaters she'd personally monogrammed. 'Ignorant Brat' it read, and she flushed a little. Draco seemed amused. "Appropriate for you, isn't it?" he murmured, his mouth tilted up at one corner. Ginny held the sweater to her chest and stared at Draco. "Do you mind?" she asked after a moment, gesturing between her body and the sweater. "Not even a little bit," he assured her, making no move to turn his back. Sighing deeply, Ginny turned her back to him then reached behind her to undo the clasp on her bodice. No matter which way she pulled and tugged, it just wouldn't come undone. The bed shifted and she felt Draco against her back, his breath hot against her neck. "Sorry," he murmured, whispering yet another incantation. His fingers undid the clasp easily, the very tips of them trailing over her skin a bit longer than necessary. "A charm. Didn't want some other bloke being able to get you out of this." Having no idea what to say to that, Ginny let the bodice fall to the bed, hyper-aware of Draco still behind her, his bare chest a hair's breadth away from brushing against her back. Such a large part of her wanted to lean back against him, to let him draw her to his warmth. She would bring his hands up around her, would be able to feel them cupped around her bare breasts . . . "Planning on covering up any time soon?" his taunting voice whispered into her ear. Startled, Ginny pulled the sweater over her head hurriedly, then shimmied out of the skirt once it was in place. She was intensely aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. When she turned back around, she found Draco snug under the covers, his arms folded behind his head, lazily watching her from beneath eyelids that were barely half open. The lazy serpent, she thought, just waiting for its prey. He pulled back the covers invitingly, and with a sigh, she crawled beneath them. The rain had started coming harder and the castle got frightfully cold when it rained. Her body managed to be even stiffer than it had been when he´d first tossed her onto the bed. Turning over, she displayed her back to him again, hoping that she might be able to forget he was there long enough to fall asleep if she didn't have to look at him. As though he could sense her thoughts and sought to unnerve her, Draco turned onto his side and all but coiled around her, his arms snugly fitting her torso to his, his legs scissoring with hers, the silk of his pajama pants sliding against her calves. His face, he buried in the crook of her neck and it seemed to Ginny that he fell almost instantly asleep, if his deep, peaceful breathing was any indication. She felt totally absorbed in him and it was just as she'd imagined it would be -- equal parts frustration and comfort, want and pain. Just for tonight she planned to enjoy his embrace. She would pretend he loved her desperately and was holding her so tightly because he couldn't bear the thought of ever letting her go. His heart beating against her back was soothing, and she soon found herself drifting off. Snug and safe inside the serpent's embrace, she thought crazily just before sleep claimed her. |
The quotes below are one of my favourite scenes and they are taken from Jade Okelani's Our Winter as well! Hehe. Also a scene from her other fic, The Hours Between.
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| Ginny began gnawing on her lower lip, trying to decide if it was wise to pursue this topic of conversation. It was likely that her best course of action was to continue stroking his hair until he fell asleep. But she'd been curious since she'd first seen the scar, doubly so once she'd thought about how easy it would be to have removed. Why hadn't he done so? She knew Harry kept his scar as a reminder, sort of a physical manifestation of his parents' love. Somehow, Ginny doubted Draco's scar was a 'We love you, son,' from the Malfoys. "Spit it out, brat," Draco murmured. His eyes were closed and Ginny smiled a little at the affection she could have sworn she detected lingering in his voice. "How did it happen?" she blurted out, scratching his scalp lightly with the tips of her fingernails. "My father," he began after a moment, "walks with a cane. Horribly ostentatious bit of trash carved in the shape of a serpent. My father doesn't need a cane, of course, but he likes to pretend that he does in the interest of lulling his enemy into believing him frail." "Does your father have many enemies?" Ginny wondered. "Enough," Draco said vaguely. "He also has a very paranoid view of the world; thinks everyone's out to get him and he's got to do anything and everything to protect the Malfoy family name." "And he thinks walking around with a limp will do that," Ginny commented doubtfully. "If it doesn't," Draco said dryly, "the fact that, at the end of the cane, rests a razor-sharp blade will certainly help." "Razor-sharp blade?" Ginny gulped. "Sharp enough to give me this," Draco said, taking her hand from his head and placing her fingers against the slightly upraised skin over his abdomen. "Your father did this to you?" Ginny whispered, carefully tracing the thin line. "When I was six," Draco continued, "we kept unicorns on our property. Illegal, of course, but I hadn't known that at the time. I thought they were beautiful, even took to naming one of them I fancied my favorite, even though they all looked exactly bloody alike. My father knew it was my favorite and because of that, because he wanted to teach me a lesson about how weak loving things was, he sold that unicorn to a man who wished to kill it so that he could sell off the horn for magic and its blood for medicinal purposes. "I cried so hard that day. My father screamed at me to stop, warned me to stop, and I tried, I really did, but it was impossible. I don't think I've ever cried that hard, before or since. I could actually feel the bones in my chest shaking, refusing to settle, and every breath I took burned. I was six years old and my heart was broken. Memory from early childhood is supposed to fade, but I can still remember exactly the way it burned, the exact pitch of my father's screams. "Eventually, my father decided to stop me a different way: by slashing me with that damned cane. The wound went quite deep and it was the strangest thing: it hurt so much that my tears dried up at once. I remember that so clearly, how I'd never felt such intense pain and shock all at once and I couldn't possibly cry over it. He put a charm on me to stop the bleeding, presumably so that I wouldn't die, but he left me with every bit of the pain and the assurance that the cut would scar." "But why?" Ginny whispered, horrified, her own eyes filled with hot tears. Her heart was aching for Draco, both the boy he'd been, and the young man he'd become who was telling his story so stoically, so emotionlessly, save the tears that filled his eyes but would not fall. "So that I would always remember what love costs," Draco spat bitterly. "That no good would ever come of it, only pain. I've cried a handful of times since that day, and every time, the damn thing stings and tingles. I'm fairly certain Father had it made that way. And it's so goddamned ironic that every time I think about how I got the bloody thing I start crying." His voice hitched on the last word, and he covered his eyes with one of his hands, his body shaking slightly. Without giving herself the chance to reconsider, Ginny leaned down and pressed her lips over the straight, faded line over his abdomen. Softly, gently, she pressed kiss after kiss until she'd covered every inch. It was an insane, stupid urge, she knew. It wasn't as though she had the power to heal this wound he'd carried for more than a decade, not this easily, not just because she loved him so much she was beginning to ache with it. But maybe, just maybe, it would help. Even the tiniest bit. Having thoroughly seen to his scar, she rested her cheek against his stomach, the tears she'd held in her eyes seeping out over his skin. They were still for a moment and then she felt his hands at her shoulders urging her up. Before she could ask him if he was all right, or apologize for her behavior, or catch her breath, he'd hauled her against him and pressed his lips to hers desperately. First her upper, then her lower lip was pulled into his mouth and he suckled at them hungrily. His hands tunneled beneath the back of her borrowed sweater as though he'd die if he couldn't touch her. And she found herself kissing him back just as desperately, her own hands seeking his bare skin, sifting through his hair, learning how kissing him this way made him groan, and how kissing him that way made him nibble at her tongue, and stroking his ear with the tip of her thumb made him sigh just so. After God only knew how long, their snog-session began to gentle until the kisses they shared weren't much more than lips brushing back and forth. Ginny moved to her back and, seized by some force she didn't recognize (but later, would highly suspect was her heart knocking out the logic center of her brain and taking over fully), pulled Draco down against her, resting his head to her breast. Her hand resumed its position in his hair and she began gently stroking and sifting as his breathing deepened. "You're right, brat," he mumbled, his voice hazy. "Was I?" she murmured, feeling awfully sleep herself. "It does help to say it out loud, doesn't it?" "Only when you're saying it to the right person," she answered, barely aware of what she was saying. "And are you the right person for me?" he got out blearily, his arm heavy and comforting across her hips. "Don't know," she mumbled as she fell asleep, "but I'm probably the only one foolish enough to stick around long enough to find out." |
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| "Draco--" He pressed his fingers to her lips and shook his head slightly. His hand moved until he cupped her jaw in his palm, the pad of his thumb stroking over her bottom lip with avid gentleness. After a moment, he brought his other hand up to frame her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing and memorizing the contours of her lips. "You're not my slave anymore," he said calmly, his voice low and rough as though the act of speaking was incredibly difficult. She understood exactly what he was saying, and it was as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. He realized why she was here, understood what she was too terrified to tell him. And he was giving her the decision, making sure she realized that this wasn't something expected of her to appease the Order's rules. This would only be about them, about what they each wanted. "Draco," she murmured again, and he shook his head, bringing her a little closer to him. "Kiss me, brat," he said quietly, and it sounded like an order, but his stormy gray eyes were pleading. Wanting to do nothing else, Ginny leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, her arms wrapping around his neck, and his mouth on hers was all Wizard chess and chocolate frogs and rainstorms and Double Potions being cancelled. His tongue pressed against her lips and she opened for him, her fingers sliding through the fine silk of his hair in a vain effort to memorize the feel of him. They fell into one another again and again, long, drugging kiss after long, drugging kiss. Ginny's hands moved to the tie on her robe, loosening it before turning her attention to the robe Draco wore. She broke their kiss long enough to rip the thing over his head, then went to work on unknotting his tie. "Wait," he mumbled, stilling her hands with his own. He brought each of them to his mouth and pressed rough, desperate kisses to her knuckles. "Why?" she asked, breathless. "I can't make you any promises," he said in a voice that spoke volumes of the pain such an admission caused him. "I don't want promises," she whispered, pulling one of her hands from his in order to stroke the side of his face. "You deserve them," he insisted roughly. "I'm not exactly the noble sort, and I'd appreciate you not totally dismissing the few meager stabs I make at it." "If I wanted a noble boy, I wouldn't have gone looking for him in Slytherin House, would I?" she pointed out wryly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Because she could, she darted her tongue out and tasted the skin there. Draco took both her wrists firmly in his hands again and pushed her away from him enough to look into her eyes. "You didn't go looking, full stop," he pointed out harshly. "You shouldn't--" "Love you?" she wondered in a small voice. Tears sprang to her eyes and she didn't fight the hold he had on her wrists. She could only imagine how vulnerable she looked to him; she knew how small she felt next to him. Yet she was not afraid. The grip he held her in was firm, but in no way painful. Draco Malfoy, arguably Hogwarts' preeminent 'bad boy,' was the only person who had ever made Ginny's breath come faster, her heart feel still and riotous at the same time, and her mind rest at last in the moment, content to experience all of him that she could. Her words seemed to settle around him like a childhood blanket and he watched her eyes carefully, measuring, she was sure, just how much she meant them. People said things to Draco all the time without meaning them, without any sort of genuine emotion to back them up. His father's love was the maiming kind, scraping away at what was left of Draco's humanity, leaving him bleeding and scarred, bitterness and cruelty his only weapons against what life had to offer him. Draco's friends were false and, to Ginny's knowledge, he had never had a serious girlfriend. Was there anyone that had ever loved him, not because they had to, but just because he was Draco? "Is that what I'm not supposed to do?" she continued, a tear spilling down her cheek. "Because if it is, I've failed miserably." She choked back a sob, and his grip on her wrists loosened until the pad of this thumb was gently stroking her pulse point in little circles that matched its accelerated beating. "So have I," he muttered, then he kissed her, or perhaps she kissed him, or maybe they met in the middle, she couldn't be sure, even days later as she recounted the entire incident in her diary, couldn't quite remember who moved first. It didn't really matter, though; in the end, the only thing that mattered was the kiss itself and how it went on and on; how it gentled and roughened, became light, then hard, the way it nibbled and inched its way into her soul until she felt a part of herself come loose, lost to him forever. |
And from The Hours Between
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| "Malfoy," Ginny hissed, slapping his hands as they fondled her hips. "Anyone could see us here!" "Don't care," he mumbled, reattaching his mouth to her neck. Draco Malfoy was not the first boy Ginny Weasley had ever kissed. He wasn't even the second. But whenever he pressed his lips to hers, she literally couldn't remember the names of the boys who'd come (no pun intended) before him. "I care," she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair. She intended to push him away, but ended up holding his head closer. "If one of my brothers finds us--" "They won't do anything to you," he assured her with a laugh, licking her throat like a vampire searching for a vein. It made her toes curl and she arched her neck back to give him better access. "It's not me I'm worried about, you arrogant git," she muttered, pulling his mouth up to hers. "If," kiss "they" smack "find" slurp "us." She framed his face with her hands so that he was forced to look her in the eye. "It's Draco Flambé." "Your idiot brother couldn't actually hurt me," he scoffed. "He could if Fred and George held you down," Ginny snapped. "Not a very noble way to go about beating someone, is it?" Draco noted sullenly. "Ron isn't really the noble type," Ginny pointed out dryly. "We've got Harry for that." "I'm noble," Draco declared. Ginny laughed in his face. "You are not. Besides, I wouldn't love you if you were noble." "You don't love me now," he argued, somewhat disagreeably. "No, but I still sleep with you," she pointed out reasonably. "What if I wanted you to love me?" "You don't," Ginny assured him with some confidence. "You only started shagging me in the first place so you could throw it in my brother's face one day when he least expects it." "Well, yeah," Draco admitted without guile. "But that's just . . . I mean, like you said. That's just how it started." "How it started and how it's going to end," Ginny stated firmly. "You don't love anyone, Malfoy. I wonder if you even love your own mother." "I love my mum," Draco declared hotly. Ginny grinned. "And bloody easy it was to get you to admit it to me, too." A predatory gleam entered Draco's eyes and he pushed her back against the wall of one of Hogwarts' many dark, secluded hallways. His mouth was on hers in a second, and he quite literally stole her breath away, without aid of magic, without anything more than the intensity with which he kissed her. After a few long, blissful moments, they pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against one another, their mingled breathing heavy and labored. Draco's fingers were gently combing through the massive red tangles that framed Ginny's face, and she swore that his hands were shaking ever so slightly with the force of how much she affected him. Ginny glanced up at him shyly. "Well," she began in a whisper, "maybe I could love you just a little bit." |
Hope you enjoyed them, cause I did!
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Added link. --Faith
This one's my favorite from PhoenixRae's "Defense Against You".
A little background: Ginny's in her seventh year and it took her by surprise when she discovered that her DADA teacher was none other than Draco Malfoy. The usual battle of wits and detention follows and the next thing they knew, they start falling in love.
A little background: Ginny's in her seventh year and it took her by surprise when she discovered that her DADA teacher was none other than Draco Malfoy. The usual battle of wits and detention follows and the next thing they knew, they start falling in love.
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| Ginny had to run out of the castle just before dinner to get away from all the wondering eyes watching her. She knew almost every student in school were worried and wondering about her at the same time. Draco shouldn't have done what he did after he caught her Saturday during the match. If he wanted to kiss her so badly, why didn't he wait until they were somewhere more uh...private perhaps? "God, what an idiot!" she exclaimed through clenched teeth, stomping angrily about near the pitch. She was fuming mad, clenching and unclenching her fists as she walked back and forth, creating a hole on the very spot she was walking on. She needed to relax or she would explode. She heard a couple of second years whispering about her and Draco secretly meeting each other after hours for a quickie. As if! If she was getting some, it wasn't with Draco Malfoy! And she wasn't getting some, period! How dense could these people be? "So what if he kissed me on the damn forehead? Maybe he was just relieved. Yes! He did say he was relieved that I was alright. If it had been Harry who caught me and planted a kiss on my forehead, would the entire school be talking about it? No! Of course not," she paused and thought about this for a while, "Hmm...maybe not since half of the school's population knew about my so-called big-arse crush on the blasted Boy Who Lived who has become nothing more than another annoying surrogate brother who couldn't stop nagging me at any given opportunity!" "Talking to yourself, Weasley?" Ginny jumped when she heard Draco spoke from behind her. She quickly stopped her pacing and whirled around to face the person responsible for the blasted rumors she had to deal with today. "W-what are you doing here, Malfoy?" she managed to squeak out once her heart stopped racing. Draco lifted an eyebrow and took a couple of small steps towards her, his hands clasped behind him and the front of his robe pulled tautly against his chest, spreading on to the broad expanse of his shoulder. God, why did he have to be so handsome? she thought as her eyes drank in the very sight of her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "Making sure you're alright, Weasley," he answered with a casual shrug of his shoulders, "I saw you storm out of class red faced--and it wasn't from embarrassment because nobody embarrassed you in class. So I'm taking a wild stab here and say that it had something to do with what the students had been talking about, hm?" he lifted an eyebrow in query, his gray eyes holding Ginny's brown eyes. "Very perceptive, Professor," she drawled out from under her breath, her eyes suddenly shooting daggers at him. How could he appear so cool and collected while all these kids in school were talking about them as if they were a couple traipsing around school in secret? Doesn't he give a hoot about what others might think about? "Indeed?" he had the gall to looked slightly stunned, to Ginny's annoyance. "You seem to be taking the rumors quite well, Professor, considering you were the one who fuelled it up in the first place!" she accused, finally losing her cool. She hated that he could act nonchalant about this whole thing while she was a walking, talking bag of nerves ready to explode any time now. "Me?" now he had the gall to look slightly impressed. Arrgh! Ginny wanted to pummel her balled fist right down his throat at the precise moment. He was making this difficult for her. "Yes, you, Malfoy," she puffed out her chest and squared her shoulders, looked like she was in for some head-to-head battle with her professor. She took a few steps forward until she was standing at arm's length from him. "If you could've just kept your lips to yourself and never touched any part of me then none of this would've happened," she raised her arms in the air, gesturing as she continued her tirade, "None of the students would be doing some speculating. The blasted student and teacher would've remained nameless still if it hadn't been for that stupid stunt that you pulled!" "Is that right?" his calm demeanor was starting to get on her nerves that anytime now Ginny would lunge at him and beat him to a pulp! After all, she did grew up with six rambunctious brother--plus a surrogate brother--who taught her how to handle her guys when they tend to get on her nerves. "Arrgh!" she shrieked and turned her back to him, stomping away muttering under her breath. She stopped when she was a good five feet away and whirled back to glare at him, "Aren't you even the least bit ruffled by these rumors, huh, Malfoy?! I mean, come on! You're a teacher! Student-teacher relationships aren't allowed, unless of course we're siblings or family or...or like me and Hermione!" "You and Hermione?" he raised an eyebrow maliciously at her, "Tell me, Weasley, exactly what kind of relationship do you have with Granger, hm?" If looks could kill Draco Malfoy would be buried six feet under by now. "How dare you imply that there's more to my relationship with Hermione than there is! She's the older sister I never had, you dimwitted blond git! Arrgh!" she turned her back to him once more and slowly counted one to ten. She never felt this violent before in her entire life! She wanted to commit murder and the first person on her hitlist was standing just a few feet away from her. Draco tried as best as he could to conceal the bubbling mirth rising from within him. God, it was always a refresher to annoy a Weasley. He had to deal with how many students giving him leering looks all day, wondering if the rumors were true. Some even had the audacity to voice out their concerns while others merely studied him, especially during his last class for the day where Ginny was in. Half of his students hardly paid attention to what he was talking about in class; each of them--including his Slytherin students--were pretty much preoccupied with what was going on between him and Ginny, every one of his students except Derek Boones of course. He watched the seventh year Slytherin blond throughout the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts period. The boy was shooting daggers at him for reasons he could not fathom. Derek couldn't possibly be jealous of him! His relationship with Ginny was already over, and after what he did Saturday during the game, Draco knew there was no way they would be rekindling their so-called relationship! "Weasley--" he started, but he was brutally rebuffed by Ginny's angry, "Get lost!" but that didn't deter him from speaking his mind out. "Weasley, listen to me. I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have showed my emotion in front of the whole school like that, but like the other teachers--as well as your brothers, Potter, and Granger--I was only relieved that you didn't fall on the ground and probably broke your damn neck!" Ginny turned around again to face him, her arms tightly wrapped around her waist. "But did you really have to kiss me on the forehead?" she questioned. "It was instinct," he shrugged. "Instinct?" she echoed. "Yeah. You know, I mean, I'm sure one of your brothers would've done the same as soon as they have you tucked safely in their arms after what happened. Even your parents would've done the same thing too!" "Yeah, they would've, but you?" she was having a hard time believing what she was hearing. This Draco Malfoy that stood before her was very unlike the old Draco Malfoy she knew from years before. Sure he could still be annoying as hell, but at the same time he was showing a different side to him that wasn't at all there before. "What's wrong with that?" "What's wrong?" Ginny let out a chuckle, "Malfoy, in case you have forgotten for a split second that you are not related to me either by blood or by family and that you're also a teacher here, you...just...don't do that sort of thing," she shrugged, at a loss for anymore words to say. She raised her eyes and met his once again, holding his gaze and willing him--challenging him--to prove her wrong, to tell her that whether they were family or foe, a person was only human with real emotions that took over them sometimes when they least expected it. Draco closed the distance between them, standing just a short distance away from her, their eyes still locked. The sun was already setting behind her, casting an orangey glow across the horizon and made Ginny's hair looked seemingly on fire. He reached out his hand and cupped her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her soft, silk-like skin. "M-Malfoy--" she started to protest, but Draco raised his other hand and placed his index finger against the soft petals of her lips, silencing her. "Shh...shh..." he shook his blond head no as it slowly made its descent down to capture her lips. Ginny sucked in a deep breath as she anticipated the initial touch of their mouths. Dammit, this was wrong. This was all wrong and yet it felt so damn right it was sickening! First of all he was her teacher. Second of all he was a Malfoy. Third of all she was a Weasley. How twisted could their fates be for throwing them at each other together like this? Draco gently touched his lips to hers, savouring the feel of its closeness without actually deepening the kiss. It was a feather-light kiss that sent tingles down Ginny's spine and went down lower until she felt it on her toes. Oh God, what the hell am I doing?! her mind screamed in hysteria. She managed to command her arms to rise up and pressed against his chest. She pushed him away with all her might and averted her face. |
Added link and quotes. --Faith
Here's some from Toasty's The Hogwarts Herald. (link not found)
The first one's not d/g but draco and blaise are talking about ginny.
The first one's not d/g but draco and blaise are talking about ginny.
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| "That girl," Blaise screeched, storming into Draco's room, "is infuriating!" Draco was still laying, face down, on his bed. He obviously hadn't moved since Blaise had left. "She's insufferable! She's a pain! She's a migraine on legs!" "But they're very nice legs." Blaise whipped her head around to face Draco. He still had yet to move. "What did you just say?" "Her legs," he mumbled through his pillows, "they're very nice. She has very nice legs." Blaise groaned and stormed out of his room. "Draco Malfoy," she called on her way out, "You are hopelessly pathetic!" Once his friend had left, Draco rolled onto his back and let out a smirk. She really does have very nice legs, he thought to himself. Very slowly he worked his way up from his bed. He had missed lunch and his stomach was now grumbling, craving food |
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| "Look Weasley," he drawled, "I'm sure your parents were too poor to teach you manners, but it is common sense that you don't take up an entire table with your dirty garbage." Ginny finished the sentence she was writing and looked up to meet Draco's sneering face. The redhead blinked. "Malfoy," she stated, "I'm sure your parents didn't love you enough to teach you to count, but I assumed that primary school would have bestowed enough of that information upon you so you could see that there are six other tables you could sit at." Ginny gave an innocent smile then returned to her work. The tall Slytherin sighed and rolled his eyes, falling into the seat next to Ginny. Draco placed one arm around the girl's back and began examining her papers. "So," he muttered, "come to find the solitude of the kitchens better than that of the library?" "Actually, I'm waiting for some food." "Food?" he asked, picking up another parchment, "Why'd you skip lunch?" Ginny smirked and placed her quill down, turning to face the distracted blonde. "I'm quite glad you asked me that," she said. Draco paid her no heed. "Listen to this," he said, "I think Harry Potter and Colin Creevy are going together. Sexually. I mean, if they aren't, why are there so many pictures? Isn't that a gas? Who wrote that?" Ginny sighed. "I'd guess Farrell Wans- fourth year Ravenclaw. Draco, why did Blaise insist on talking to me today?" "Because she's a nosy little wanker." Draco didn't look up from the parchment he was reading. "You still owe me a galleon, you know." Draco raised his head an inch. "That bet has yet to be settled." Ginny laughed and poked Draco in the side. "Now who's the little wanker, huh? You owe me a galleon you dork." "MISS GINNY!" Ginny, she could have sworn, had jumped three feet in the air when Dobby began screaming behind her. "Hello Dobby," she sighed. "Miss Ginny! Why is Miss Ginny with- with- with- HIM!" Dobby dropped Ginny's lunch onto the table, soon standing next to it pointing a callused finger at Draco's nose. "Dobby, you worthless house elf," Draco growled, "if you do not get your finger out of my face I will remove it from your body." The house elf removed his finger, but gave Ginny a pleading look. "Miss Ginny, why is you with him?! Him is bad! Him is evil!" Ginny sighed again. "No Dobby, he's not evil. He's not bad. He's my friend. Look," she added, seeing the look on his face, "you two may not get along, but that doesn't mean I can't." She had to think of a way to reason with the frantic elf. "Oh! Dobby," she kneeled on the ground level with him, "you know how you like licorice and I don't?" He nodded slowly. "Well it's like that. You may not like him, and I respect that, but I do, so you have to respect that. Understand?" Dobby slitted his eyes and glared up at Draco. "Dobby will respect Miss Ginny's likes, but Dobby will not like Miss Ginny's likes." And with a pop, Dobby had disappeared. Ginny rubbed her temples and slid back into her seat. "That house elf has some major issues it needs to work out." Draco let out a laugh and wrapped his arm around Ginny. She in return took a bite of her sandwich. "So Blaise actually came to talk to you, huh?" Ginny nodded and swallowed. "Made me miss lunch, the wench." "Have anything interesting to say?" "Nothing I didn't already know." Ginny took another bite out of her snack. "Needs cranberry sauce." "And what did you already know?" Draco resumed picking through Ginny's scattered papers. Ginny cleared her throat then raised her voice, imitating Blaise. "He loves you, I can tell, I'm a Slytherin so you should feel blessed I'm talking to you, blah, blah, blah." Her voice returned to normal. "You know, the usual." Draco nodded. "Hey, listen to this: I think that Slytherins are really just jealous of all the other houses and the only way they can express themselves is through anger and cruelty. What kind of crap is that anyway? Who wrote this?" Ginny peaked over at the sheet he was holding. "It looks like Jacob Sherman's writing. He's a Ravenclaw, so you have to give him a little slack." "Slack?" The blonde scoffed. "No way." Ginny shrugged and began piling all of her papers. "Whatever floats your boat. But I've got to get going." "No," Draco whined, "you can't go." The blonde looped his arm around Ginny's waist and pulled her back onto his lap. "I forbid you to go." Ginny let out a laugh. "How out of character can you get, Mr. Malfoy?" Ignoring the fact that she was on his lap, she continued to gather her things together. "Well," Draco admitted, "I figured that since I have stopped calling you Weasley, have had multiple snogging sessions with you- one in front of your brother and his girlfriend, have spent the night in bed with you, have asked you to the Yule ball with me, and have all but declared my undying love to you, there's not much else that could make me any more out of character." "So you've decided to just forget it all and do what is least expected of you?" Draco nodded with a smirk. "I think you have just about got it, Miss Weasley." "So what is your next plan of action?" Ginny raised an eyebrow at the blonde boy. "Well," he began, "I was thinking that I could surprise this very attractive girl sitting on my lap." "Uh-huh-" Ginny crossed her arms, "And how exactly did you plan on doing that?" Draco smirked. "Would you like to know?" Ginny nodded. "Well," the blonde wrapped his arms around Ginny's orange shirt, "I was planning on starting out with something small." Very softly he placed a light kiss on Ginny's lips. Ginny smiled. "But what if that didn't surprise her?" "Then I would have to go with something bigger, of course." Draco slid one hand up Ginny's back and their lips met for another kiss, which Draco proceeded to deepen very quickly. Another smile coming to her lips, Ginny pulled herself away from the kiss. "And what if even that didn't surprise her?" "Then I'd have to pull out all the stops," he admitted. Ginny smiled and leaned down for another kiss when his fingers, placed over her lips, stopped her. "You didn't think that it would be just a kiss, would it?" Ginny blushed. "I- well- I- umm- I- you-" Draco smirked and placed a single kiss on the redhead's collarbone. "It wouldn't be just a kiss." With small kisses the blonde worked his way up to Ginnys ear where he paused. "Virginia?" he asked. Ginny's eyes fluttered. "Yes?" "I love you. More than I've ever loved anything, I love you. And, despite what you think, your brothers don't matter, because I love you." The blonde smirked and kissed Ginny's cheek. "You should get back to your commonroom." Blinking slowly Virginia Weasley turned to face Draco Malfoy. "Draco?" "Yes?" "I love you too." |
Fixed quotes and added codes. --Faith
*squeals* cute ^^ *grins happily*
I had a favourite scene...But I'll have to go find it =\
Give me just a few days, lol
I had a favourite scene...But I'll have to go find it =\
Give me just a few days, lol
this is actually from a h/hr story called "Harry Potter and the Transmora Tablety" by Elia Sheldon on fanfiction.net its a really good story but is SOAPY at first so be warned..yall should read it though id post the whole d/g relationship if i could!
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| Draco pushed off from the wall he was leaning on and inched closer. He wanted there to be no mistake that he meant every word that he was about to say. To be effective in his delivery, he needed to be looking down at her. “How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways,” he drawled, taking out his hand as if to start ticking them off. “You’re corrupting Shakespeare now? If I didn’t hate you before, I certainly hate you now,” Ginny uttered, scowling. Despite her witty remark, he knew he had her right where he wanted her. If she would shut up for more than two seconds, he’d be able to push her away for good. But was that really what he wanted? He paused for a moment, taking in her presence and trying to reconcile the mixed emotions he was experiencing. She looked beautiful, but more remarkably, she looked as torn as he had ever seen a girl look over him. What was it that drew her to him? Did she have a thing for wizards who mistreated her? Did he remind her of her experience with Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets? His thoughts shifted inwardly, even though he struggled to keep them at bay. If he were entirely honest with himself, there was a part of him that wanted to be with Ginny, that needed to be with Ginny. But his duty told him that she had to go. Before he could have another thought, she spoke. “Do you always stare at people you hate, or is it just me?” she asked. “No,” he managed, trying to stay on track. “I was just thinking about your family, and how poor and lower class they are.” She glowered, just like he knew she would, and folded her arms. He moved in closer. “But that’s just the beginning. There’s so much more about you that I hate, I don’t know where to begin.” Her eyes flashed with anger, and she turned her back to him. He walked around so that he was standing in front of her, and they did this dance a couple of times before she finally gave up. “I hate that you lack proper wizarding pride,” he said. “Your entire family does. It’s disgusting the way you associate with Mudbloods, and Muggles. “I hate that you’re a Gryffindor, a house that was clearly made for the daftest students in the school. “I hate that you’re the sister of one of the biggest prats in the school, who is best friends with one of the people whom I despise most in this world.” She shook her lowered head, and a few tears fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, this made him feel like he’d been punched in the stomach. He reminded himself that he had to push her away while he had the chance, before it was too late and he gave in to his feelings for her. “I see,” Ginny said, her voice rather nasal from the crying. When she looked up at him, her eyes were watery and puffy, and filled with hurt. The impact of what he’d done and said hit him hard, pushing him over the precarious ledge he’d been standing on for what seemed like forever. “I’m not done,” he muttered, closing in on her even more. She reached her hands up to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists. “I hate that our morning conversations while we ran were the best part of my day. I hate that you trusted me enough to tell me about what happened to you in the Chamber of Secrets. I hate that every time I’m around you, even now, I want to let my defenses down and just be myself. I hate that your hair is so red that it sparkles even when there is no light. I hate that your laugh makes me think about poetry and music and flying. I hate that you had the guts to make the first move and kiss me the other night. I hate that you make me think of things that I shouldn’t be thinking about, like defying my father and forsaking everything for which he stands.” “You… hate?” Ginny asked, her head tilted to one side. Her forehead was wrinkled in confusion. Her eyes, which were as wide as tea saucers, were locked with his. “I hate,” Draco repeated, noticing how warm he felt. Giving in to the momentum he’d built up, he pulled her closer to kiss her. |
Fixed codes and added link. --Faith
****faints****
THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!
okay, I've come across scenes like this before but they don't stop affecting me like this. now my heart is a-flutter.
thankiesh for this!
THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!
okay, I've come across scenes like this before but they don't stop affecting me like this. now my heart is a-flutter.
thankiesh for this!
ya the whole side story of d/g is completley awesome!
Hey all!
This is my first post (I FINALLY registered after lurking about for months...ahem...) sooo....here's my fave D/G scene from the fic "Hidden Corner of the Universe by Jacy." There are two of them. If you have not read it yet - GO READ IT! It is BY FAR my FAVORITE D/G ficlet EVER! LOVE YOU JACY!!!
This is my first post (I FINALLY registered after lurking about for months...ahem...) sooo....here's my fave D/G scene from the fic "Hidden Corner of the Universe by Jacy." There are two of them. If you have not read it yet - GO READ IT! It is BY FAR my FAVORITE D/G ficlet EVER! LOVE YOU JACY!!!
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| Ginny awoke with a feeling of complete contentment. She smiled and let out a silent sigh. She looked out at the sky, and something in the corner of her vision caught her attention. She didn't want to wake Draco, so she didn't move much. Draco's left shirt sleeve had ridden up in his sleep, and the edge of what she could only guess was the Dark Mark was showing on his skin. A morbid part of her wanted to see it, had to see it to believe it. Everything in her told her that this, him being a Death Eater at all, wasn't right - and yet, it was. He was Lucius Malfoy's son, meant to stand at his father's side as Voldemort's most vicious, loyal servant. But it was wrong. He wasn't like that. She couldn't explain it - she just knew. Draco awoke and saw that Ginny was already up and lost in thought. He followed her gaze to his arm and was about to pull the sleeve down when Ginny put her hand over his. "No." She said quietly. "I need - " She looked into his eyes. "Show me." The statement was almost a question. She was as hesitant as she was, but he rolled up his sleeve to the elbow, revealing the Dark Mark in plain view on his forearm. He had no idea why she wanted to see it. The look of disgust he expected never came. She was looking at him with what seemed to be sympathy. Ginny clasped her left hand in his and tentatively traced the outline of the mark with her fingertip. The touch was gentle, a far cry from the pain he felt when it was first put there by the Dark Lord. It felt brutal then - now, it was soft, almost like a caress, and both of them felt something inside of them break. The touch was too intimate to be ignored and they both knew it - Their worlds were about to change. Draco put his hands over hers and she looked up at him. He put his hand on the side of her face and kissed her. Ginny didn't pull away as he thought she would. In fact, she was pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. They pulled away a few minutes later breathing heavily. Ginny looked up at him and saw something flash through his eyes - Desire. The words remained unspoken, but as the two of them lay down, him on top of her, he fixed her with a gaze that could only mean one thing - Are you sure? Ginny's answer was to pull Draco down to her, suddenly desperately needing to feel his lips against hers. Draco's hands slid up the back of her shirt and expertly unclasped her bra. The buttons of her shirt were undone in record time and both items were thrown aside. He's done this before. Ginny realized suddenly, and a pang of jealousy shot through her, but it was pushed away as Draco started kissing his way down her neck. "Draco," she said, breath coming in short pants, "please try-to go slow-" The words were more of a breath then a statement, but he understood their implications nonetheless. She had never done this before. He was her first. Fate certainly does have a warped sense of humor. |
Aaaand....
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| Ginny said nothing, but sat up, lost in thought for a moment. She smiled to herself, remembering something she had seen in a Muggle movie once that she had always wanted to do. Draco sat up and pulled her to him. They were wrapped up in a heated kiss and Ginny wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, ending up lying down again, a tangle of legs and limbs. Ginny pulled away, suddenly needing to breathe, and looked into his eyes. "Kiss me in a place I've never been kissed." She said, laying a few kisses along his jawline. Draco smiled and moved his way down her body. He kissed the middle of her lower back and Ginny giggled slightly at the sensations it was sending through her. After a few moments, Draco laid back down next to her on his side, his head on his right arm. He pulled her to him and kissed her neck up her jawline to her ear. "Your turn, love." He nuzzled her ear, whispering, "Kiss me in a place I've never been kissed." He draped his left arm over her shoulder. Ginny looked at him, for all the world not knowing what she was going to do, when the arm draped over her shoulder caught her eye. She transfixed him with a gaze of pure, intense emotion, barely moving her head as she placed a kiss on his arm - Right over the Dark Mark. Draco just watched her. If he didn't know any better, he wouldn't have believed it, would have swore he dreamt the whole thing. This was beyond the light caress from before. This was, in his eyes, one of the most intimate things she could have done. Ginny looked at him and leaned over, kissing him along his collar bone. "Why did you do that?" He asked her. Ginny paused for a few moments, her eyes never straying from his. "Because it was something I had to do." Neither would understand that moment as long as they lived. And for all the world - neither wanted to. |
Fixed quotes and added the link. --Faith
*gasps for breath* wow that was awesome! where can i find that fic? i must read!
HorseyJesse,
The fic can be found here - Hidden Corner of the Universe
I LOVE Jacy's stuff - she has a lot of H/Hr songfics - would you believe this is only her SECOND D/G fic?
Okay - gotta go back to class now
*Laina
The fic can be found here - Hidden Corner of the Universe
I LOVE Jacy's stuff - she has a lot of H/Hr songfics - would you believe this is only her SECOND D/G fic?
Okay - gotta go back to class now
*Laina
Well, here's another WONDERFUL D/G Scene. It's from Cassie Claire's "Draco Veritas", Chapter 4. (I love "The Draco Trilogy!" There are a lot of great D/G moments in there) *sigh*
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"You don’t think he needs us? You said he needs Hermione...didn’t you?" "He’s in love with her," said Draco. "And more than that. You know he was almost sorted into Slytherin, don’t you? That, and other things – he always feels like he’s a fraud somehow. It’s in the back of his mind, every day. It’s why he wants to win, prove himself, all the time, why he never backs down, why he always has to be not just good enough but damn near perfect. He’s afraid of what he might be capable of if he didn’t hold himself back. But Hermione – he told me once that she sees him not as he is, but as he wishes he was. That she sees a better world than we live in, a better Harry than the Harry that really exists. I think he sees her as the custodian of his better self. She protects him not just from the world but from himself – am I making any sense?" Ginny realized she was staring at him. "Scarily," she said, "yes." "But that’s a double-edged sword," said Draco, his eyes on her face now, finding her own eyes, their gazes locking. "Because the more he feels that perhaps he isn’t the person she thinks he is, and the more afraid he is that he can never be that person, the more afraid he is that one day she’ll realize what he really is, and leave him. And take with her not just herself, which would nearly kill him, but her vision of that better Harry that he has always wanted to be. And that’s something that might do what even Voldemort couldn’t." "Which is?" "Destroy him." He reached out and touched the curl of hair that had been falling in front of her eyes, tucking it back behind her ear in an absentminded manner. "He thinks he has to be perfect, and that if he isn’t perfect he’s nothing. He doesn’t understand that we all have to fight our worse impulses to be what we want, that we have to give things up, that we disappoint the people we love, that as much as you love someone sometimes it just isn’t going to happen and you have to understand that you aren’t nothing without them, and –" "Are we still talking about Harry?" Ginny said, her voice very soft. For a moment, Draco was very still, looking at her. The feel of his glance on her face was like a caress, if not a gentle one. Then his eyes went flat, as if shutters had been dropped down over them, and he sat back and away from her. "I’m sorry," he said. "I’ve been rambling. I think it was the blood loss. Or something." "No," she said, and reached for his hand, then thought better of it and let her own hand fall to her lap. "You weren’t rambling – you were making sense and I’m glad, because I’ve been so worried about Hermione and Harry and –" "You shouldn’t worry," Draco replied, still distantly. "It’s your Yule Ball night. You should enjoy it." She wanted to tell him that she had been enjoying it, that these few moments with him out in the rose-scented, bitter cold night were the best moments she had had in months; that she loved the way he talked to her, as nobody else did, as if there was no question that she could be too fragile to handle the truth; the way he spoke his mind to her and didn’t cajole or flatter or patronize. He never had, even when he was being nasty. "Do you want me to go back?" she asked. "No, but you should," he said, without glancing away. "Go back and be beautiful for Seamus. It’s wasted on me." She hesitated, looking at him. The moment seemed poised on a crystalline point, sharp and diamond-like. "You think I’m beautiful?" she asked. He looked down at his hands, and then back up at her. When he spoke, it was in a toneless voice, made all the more sincere somehow by its lack of affect. "You are so beautiful it is hard to look at you for very long," he said. There was a long silence. The moment stretched out between them, sharp and tense and elongated. He was looking at her, and in his eyes she could see the reflected moonlight, and she remembered the drowning pleasure of his mouth over hers, so she did something she had never done before, and kissed him. He was sitting and not standing; they were at almost the same height. She did not have to stretch upward to kiss him. She had only to lean forward to cover his mouth with hers. She had never initiated a kiss. Others had always kissed her first. She could not believe she was doing this, and yet she was. The proof was there: his mouth against her own, tense and ungiving at first, then softening as he leaned into the kiss, reaching forward to pull her towards him. His arms went around her and pressed her tightly against him, so tightly that the clasp of his cloak dug sharply and almost painfully into the base of her throat. She could feel his hands on the velvet of her dress, sliding up to touch her bare skin. His fingers burned, ten slender wands of fire, and she felt her blood singing in her veins. And then it was over. As quickly as he had drawn her towards him, he pulled back. His hands were on her shoulders now, pushing her away as adamantly as a moment before, he had pulled her towards him. "No," he said, his voice a little ragged, and then more firmly, "No." He let go of her. She sat where she was, certain that she was scarlet with humiliation. It was a moment before she realized that the burning behind her eyes was tears. When she spoke, her voice shook. "Damn it, Draco," she whispered. "What are you playing at?" He raised his face. The dark moonlight silvered the shadows under his eyes and cheekbones. "You asked me," he said. "I said you were beautiful – that’s all." "You can’t say things like that to me," she said. "And not mean them." "I mean everything I say. It’s my besetting sin." "Then why?" The words seemed torn out of her throat. "If you like me, if you think I’m beautiful, then why?" He knew what she meant, of course. He looked away. "Harry likes you. He probably thinks you’re beautiful, too. Why not ask him that?" "Because it’s not like that with us; he’s in love with someone else," she said, and then stopped herself. "And – and you are too, aren’t you?" He didn’t say anything. He was looking down at his hands with a fierce desperate intensity. He seemed to be holding himself back, as tightly as if he were trying to prevent himself from hitting her. "Blaise," she said. "How can you? She’s horrible." Draco looked away. "Or not her – oh, of course not her," Ginny whispered. She felt as if she were being cut apart inside. "You –" "I don’t want to talk about this," he said. His voice cut with an edge like diamond. His eyes were unreadable again. He had wanted her. She knew he had wanted her; she was not stupid, or blind. But he had pushed her away, and was doing so still. "There is no point." Ginny stared at him. For some reason, she was hearing Hermione’s voice in her head. It had been months ago when she had told Hermione that she was beginning to have feelings for Draco. And she had complained that Draco would not tell her that he returned those feelings. What had Hermione said? "It means he likes you enough not to want you to have unrealistic expectations of him. You have to understand - he won't lie. Not about how he feels. He's always painfully honest." Finally, Ginny understood exactly why Hermione had characterized that honesty as painful. She thought she had felt all the pain she could feel where Draco was concerned. But apparently not. "No point – there’s every point," she said, her voice very quiet. "No," he said, firmly. "There isn’t." He looked away, out over the rose garden, drenched in moonlight as bright as unicorn blood. "If we keep on like this, you’ll start to hate me." "I could never hate you, Draco." "Oh, yes you could," he said, and his voice held a weary knowledge. "And you would. Because you’re like me. You could never be happy with second-best, or half of what you want. And you would fight it, and so would I, but we’d just end up fighting each other. When you’re like us, you don’t just give up when it goes wrong. We would tear each other apart until one of us couldn’t take it. We couldn’t just ... forget." There was a long silence. Ginny was concentrating so much of her energy on not crying, that it took her several moments before she could speak. Finally, she said, "You’re wrong." "Am I?" Draco’s expression gave nothing away. "Wrong about what?" "I can forget about you," she said. "And I will. Starting now." He looked at her. He had withstood everything else she had thrown at him, but it seemed even Draco had a breaking point. His eyes gleamed for a moment with their old provocative malice. "Try," he said. She had nothing to say to that. She turned and walked away, conscious to the moment she reached the castle doors of his eyes on her back. |
Well, people... let's continue with this topic! I really like it
Ariel Malfoy
Added link. --Faith
This is from ff.net <shhhhhhhhhhh> by an author call Kringle. The title is Unchained Melody. Quick summary of wut hav happend so far : Draco not so accidentaly threw eggs at Ginny's face duringn dinner. Ginny plots revange but somewhere during her revange her brother interupts. Causes him and Draco being caught by Professor McGonigal <bad spelling>. Ron gets kick out her office after she gave him detention, however. she told him to bring his sister to her.
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| “The little show you presented in the Great Hall is highly unadvisable! You two should be ashamed, both 7th years showing a bad example to our younger students! 50 points off each of you for misbehaving. You two should have known better than to attack each other” the Deputy Headmistress paused. “…and may I asked why this argument started in the first place?” “He f***** my sister! and I bet it was by force, Ginny wouldn’t do such a thing with a, a bloody b*****d like him!” Ron said while glaring at Draco. McGonagall’s eyes widened as he heard Ron’s testimony. “Mr. Weasley watch your language! I’m going to owl your parents regarding your manners!” Draco smirked but it soon faded as McGonagall’s eyes fell on him. It was the first time he saw her this angry, he gulped and cleared his throat. “Mr.Malfoy, is Mr. Weasley’s declaration true? Did you really…had intercourse with Ms. Virginia Weasley?” when he heard the name he growled. He hated her with so much passion now. “Professor, I have never and never will touch that Weasley. It is just her way of tormenting me.” Draco said calmly. “Malfoy! My sister wont do anything bad to other people it they didn’t do anything to her, if what you’re saying is true then I want to know what you did to her to make her act like that!” McGonagall noticed that Mr.Malfoy was obviously saying the truth, but what Ron Weasley said was also true, the model student Virginia must have done something that obviously made her brother think that she… had some kind of interaction with the young Malfoy. Or she could have done it to get back at Draco for something he’s done to her previously. The professor had begun to see that the pieces might fall into place and that she needed Virginia Weasley here instead of her brother. “Mr. Weasley detention tomorrow after school, you may leave. Mr. Malfoy stay here-” Ron frowned and stood up to leave. “…oh and Mr. Weasley pls. send your sister here too,” Draco’s face turned into terror and confusion and so did Ron’s. “but…” Ron tried to reason. “No buts MR. Weasley! Go!” obviously afraid that he might lose more points he breath out heavily and nodded. Heading off to find his sister. Draco was uncomfortable, he tried to avoid the old woman’s eyes but they seem to see right through him. He looked up and instead of seeing a frowning McGonagall, he saw a smiling one. His face on the other hand showed nothing. Soon, a knock on the door was heard and the head of Virginia Weasley appeared. Draco roared mentally. “Ms. Weasley come in” Professor Minerva said while standing up and moving towards her. Ginny walked in and her eyes widened when she took a seat next to the person she despised most, Malfoy. Minerva was standing behind them. “Now” Minerva cleared her throat, Draco and Ginny looked up to her. “…I think you two have some things to discuss about. I’ll be right back in an hour. And pls. do avoid starting an argument” Minerva gave a last smile and left the two alone in silence. Alone in McGonagall’s office the two didn’t even look at each other. They just sat there, staring in space. “You’re a 100% b***h Weasley” “Well you’re a 100% b*****d” “You should have f*****d off!” “You threw the pudding at my freaking face!” “Well you were… s***” Draco must admit he started all of this, he still had to figure out why he did throw that pudding at her face. “…see Malfoy it’s all you’re fault and don’t you blame me for anything, you know it was you in the first place!” Virginia sermonized. “Well I couldn’t help but get curious if you‘d still look pretty even covered with pudding” alright that didn’t come out the way I planned. Draco cursed to himself and awaited for Virginia’s reaction. Ginny. What did he just say? He couldn’t help that I looked cute? that’s why he threw that stupid pudding… did that just came out of Draco Malfoy’s mouth??? what the hell?! “What?” Ginny asked, now facing Draco. She wanted to know if what he said was what he did say. “Nuthin” he muttered playing with his tie, obviously trying to look as if he was bored. Admit it Malfoy you think she is pretty for a lowly Weasley. Twenty minutes passed… Silence Silence Silence Silence “I’m bored” she said reluctantly tapping her fingers on the wooden armrest. She had been in the office for a good thirty minutes now without doing anything, but sitting in the same room with Draco Malfoy She looked over to Malfoy who wasn’t paying much attention to her. He was staring at nothing but space. She rolled her eyes and plopped herself on the chair, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t listening. And she couldn’t help but talk, great just great. I bet he’s fantasizing, figures. Boys think about girls and sex every 7 seconds. Pathetic… Silence… Silence… Silence… Malfoy still staring into space, completely annoyed Ginny… bad chemistry. “Malfoy!!! Say something!” Draco jumped when a very deafening scream invaded his ears. He processed the words in his mind, damn his ears hurt. Realizing where he was and who he was with, he frowned and didn’t do anything. I’d just sit here, wait for an hour to pass and leave. I would not talk to the pathetic Weasley. Period. Ginny stood up and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” he asked coldly. She stopped and eyed him furiously. “I would die with boredom if I’d stay here Malfoy. Who ever thought, the famous Slytherin who giddy girls swoon over… and also is the prankster no one knows about is this freaking boring?” Draco was taken aback. Who the hell does she think she is? and to think, she knows that I’m behind all of those pranks. I could get in trouble for this. “For your information Weasley, I don’t talk to low life Weasleys like you!” He said now standing up facing Ginny. She seemed calm, and confident but there was a glint in her eyes that stated that she was furious. “B*****d” she muttered pulling on the door handle. locked just great. She nudged it again. Still locked. “Alohamora” she muttered pointing her wand at the door handle. No success. “I guess were stuck here for…” Draco looked at the clock. “…another 30 minutes.” stated Draco sitting back on his chair. Ginny moved back to her chair too, totally infuriated. “Are you still Potter’s devotee?” he simply asked not looking at her. “No” “Yeah right.” he scowled. No answer from little Weaslet yet. “You’re telling me to talk. But now I start talking you’re the one who suddenly lost enthusiasm” he also was bored, and the fact that the little Weasley is with him, he should ’get to know’ her more. Yeah right . Just because the entire male population in Hogwarts thinks she’s hot doesn’t mean he thinks she’s hot too. Wait, I am part of the male population of hog warts- then with the exception of Me. I am picky with my women. Ginny ignored him. She looked around the room and her eyes landed on a large framed object. She stood up and took a better look of it. It was nearly as tall as her, large words inscribed on it in a beautiful script. She begun to read the words out loud… FIREWORKS You hate me and I hate you, And we are so polite, we two! But whenever I see you, I burst apart And scatter the sky with my blazing heart. It spits and sparkles in stars and balls, Buds into roses--and flares, and falls. Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks, Silver spirals and asterisks, Shoot and tremble in a mist Peppered with mauve and amethyst. I shine in the windows and light up the trees, And all because I hate you, if you please. And when you meet me, you rend asunder And go up in a flaming wonder Of saffron cubes, and crimson moons, And wheels all amaranths and maroons. Golden lozenges and spades Arrows of malachites and jades, Patens of copper, azure sheaves. As you mount, you flash in the glossy leaves. Such fireworks as we make, we two! Because you hate me and I hate you. Amy Lowell Pictures of the Floating World Draco heard the poem and looked up to her. You hate me and I hate you. “nice poem” he commented. “I know, sounds awfully familiar” Virginia stated looking at him. “…although, it seemed that there’s more than fireworks in the poem” Draco began. “Yeh I know, they compare their anger to fireworks.” Ginny said. “Yes, the poet must be a girl, the person she’s stating is more solid if you noticed.” he said now a bit more interested. “I know, but there is no hatred Malfoy” she said not taking her eyes off him. Draco was challenged, he didn’t look away, instead he locked his orbs to his. “no hatred indeed…” “They love each other” they both said in unison. “You can‘t hate someone…” Draco was cut by Ginny’s voice “…unless you love that someone” Draco raised his eyebrows and took his a seat once more. The Poem kept replaying in his mind… “because you hate me and I hate you” |
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Basicly the whole chapter but you needed to read the begining to understand!!
Edited for language, the title, and the link. --Faith
I 
those! They're amaazing...keep it up guys, and encourage the people who wrote them!
Raini
those! They're amaazing...keep it up guys, and encourage the people who wrote them!Raini
I feel special, I've actually read a couple of these, or at least read other fics by the same author. Here is one of my fav D/G moments, from Lessons of the Heart by cassi0peia
(how do you make it a quote? I'm new around here)
Awwwww, ickle Tina was a newbie!! --Crys
(how do you make it a quote? I'm new around here)
Awwwww, ickle Tina was a newbie!! --Crys
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| Draco sighed impatiently and leaned back in the chair. This whole being-captured-by-a-maniacal-caretaker thing was really throwing off his plans. He had taken Blaise’s advice to heart. While he wasn’t going to lie, cheat, or steal anything from Ginny, he was certainly going to have the upper hand. He simply had to get her to admit she loved him before he would tell her how he felt. How hard could that be? Filch finally signed Draco’s paper and handed the form to him. “You can get out of my chair now,” he said grouchily. Draco snatched the paper from his hand and glanced down at it. Filch had gone a step further with his recommendation than with Ginny’s - he thought that Draco deserved a nice, painful beheading. He walked into the hallway and looked around, searching for any sign of the red-head, but couldn’t see her anywhere. He jumped, startled, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Ginny behind him, a wicked smile on her face. “You were scared,” she stated. “No, I wasn’t,” he lied, resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at her in an infantile manner. “I was just…surprised.” She only smirked. He grabbed her hand and started to drag her down the hall. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s get out of here before that crazy bastard comes looking for us again.” Ginny nodded and ran to keep up with him. He jerked her around corners and up staircases until she was so disoriented that she had no idea where they were in the castle. He finally stopped in front of a painting of a two-headed goblin, who was leering at them unpleasantly. “Pollywog,” he muttered and the painting swung open, revealing a passageway. Ginny glanced at Draco, wondering where on Earth they could be, but he simply pulled her through the passageway and the portrait swung closed behind them. “Where are we?,” she asked, staring around the room. The room was circular, signifying that they were in one of the towers, though they were near the bottom of it. There was a long, rectangular table at one end with about two dozen chairs around it. The other half of the room was filled with gray and white sofas and armchairs and several smaller tables. The walls were adorned with shelves to the ceiling filled with books. There was a huge fireplace at one end, in which an huge fire was blazing. “Prefect lounge,” he said with a shrug. He collapsed onto one of the sofas and gestured for her to join them. Time to put Plan Get-Ginny-To-Admit-How-She-Felt into action. “So, what did you want to tell me?” She was staring down at her hands, which she was wringing together in a somewhat nervous manner. A second later she looked up at him, biting her lip a bit apprehensively. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” “Bugger,” Draco muttered under his voice. He was hoping she would have forgotten about that. “Are you sure?” “Sure of what?,” she asked, looking a little confused. “Sure that you had to ask me something. I thought you said you had to tell me something,” he said insistently. She shook her head fervently. “No, I’m sure I have to ask you something.” “Oh,” he mumbled. “Well, what was it?,” he finally complied. He could always turn the question around on her, after all. “Well, you erm…know that rose that I got for Valentine’s Day?,” she asked. “Yes, I know all about it,” Draco replied, nodding. “Is that all you needed to ask me? Good then!” He stood up and stretched languidly, hoping he could slip out of the room and avoid this topic for another day. Ginny reached up and frustration and yanked at the hem of his shirt, pulling him back down onto the sofa. “That wasn’t the question, Draco.” “It wasn’t?,” he asked, dumbly. “No!,” she exclaimed. “I wanted to know if that rose was from you!” There was a long pause as he weighed his options. He could lie and say that it wasn’t from him and that she was completely mad for even considering that it could be from him. Or he could tell the truth. “Do you think I sent you that rose?,” he asked carefully. She rolled her eyes. “Obviously, I wouldn’t be asking you if you did if I didn’t think you may have.” There was another long pause. “Would you just answer my question?” “Which question was that?,” he asked, making one last-ditch-effort to get out of this potentially embarrassing situation. Unfortunately, he had forgotten about the infamous Weasley temper. In less than a second, Ginny was on her feet and stomping towards the door, her cheeks blazing red. “Fine!,” she exclaimed. “Just…bloody…play games with me, Draco! I’m trying to be serious for once and you won’t even answer me. So fine!” Draco stared at her in surprise and immediately felt a twinge of guilt. He hadn’t meant to make her angry - it was just that she was usually so passive, so calm. He wasn’t counting on her flying off the handle like this. “Ginny, wait!,” he said, getting up and rushing towards her. She had stopped in front of the small passage, her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot in an agitated manner. “I’m sorry. I’m being an ass. Will you please come sit down?” “Why should I?,” she said and turned around, fixing Draco with her angry, liquid brown eyes. “So you can avoid my questions some more?” She shook her head and started to turn around. “Ginny, I sent you the bloody rose, okay?,” he finally blurted out, grabbing hold of her arm. She stared back at him, her eyes widening. “You did?” He took hold of her other arm in his hand and pulled her level to him so that she was forced to look at him. “Yes, I did.” She blinked hard, as if trying to clear her mind. “Why?,” she finally asked. Draco shrugged. “I was in Hogsmeade one day and I saw them in the flower store and I don’t know…I just felt like it.” She hesitated for a second. “It’s red, you know.” He nodded. “Yeah, I know.” There was a long silence. He could tell that she wanted desperately to ask him if he was really in love with her, but as bold as she could be, he knew that she never would. “I guess,” he started slowly, “that it’s good to know that I didn’t waste my money one something that wouldn’t work.” “Wouldn’t work?,” she asked vaguely and Draco could almost see the wheels turning in her head. “You mean…” He took one of her hands in hers and lifted it up to his lips, his gaze never leaving hers as he gently brushed her fingers with gentle kiss. “I mean, I love you, Ginny.” If Draco had thought that Ginny looked shocked by him admitting that he had sent the rose, it was nothing to the expression on her face now. Her face had gone extremely pale, except for two circles of red at the tips of her cheekbones. Her mouth was slightly parted as if her jaw had literally fallen. “Are you sure?,” she finally asked. He started laughing at that and slid his arms around her comfortingly. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said. |
Added link and quote codes. --Faith
for all those who like romantic fluff.......... this is from " Saving all my love" by Crammer on Fiction Alley, rated G........... not a scene but a letter Draco writes to Ginny in reply to a question she asks him............ very sweet
fic can be found here... http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1391274
and the letter goes............
fic can be found here... http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1391274
and the letter goes............
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| "Gin, I won’t get you that dragon. But at least consider my reasons for refusing your request. Many times, you stay up late into the night, hunched over a desk, doing your Potions homework and you get quite cranky because you end up with a sore shoulder. I have to save my fingers so I could give you a soothing massage. Whenever Snape, or anyone else, insults you, you get so affected by it and you end up crying like a baby. I have to save my shoulders so you can soak my shirt with your tears when you cry on them. Every month when your bloody visitor comes decides to grace you with its presence, you turn into such a grouch because your stomach and your back get horrible cramps. I have to save my palms so I could rub the pain away. Sometimes, when your homework requires researching in the library, you could not find the books that you are looking for. I have to save my eyes to help you find the right books so you could complete your homework. When you feel insecure or scared about things like failing grades or being ignored, you would need a shell to encase you. I have to save my arms so I could make you feel safe in my embrace. There are also times when you get so irritated, be it because of the strict hag McGonagall or your git brother Ron, and you just feel like exploding. I have to save my ears so I could listen to your rants, thus, saving you from the need to literally blow up. A few times a year, Dumbledore springs some surprise ball on us. I have to save my feet so you would have someone’s toes to trod on, and because my feet are the lucky fellows, some poor fop was saved from all the trouble and possible injury. There are also the times when you feel like you need to break away from all the pressures of being a teenage witch. I have to save my legs so I could run with you, wherever you may go. You could be quite moody, too. I have to save my precious face just for you, because one look at it would either make you melt or make you flare up in anger, depending on the situation. But in doing so, I take your mind off your current mood, making the world a better place to live in for everyone concerned. And most of all, I have to save my lips. You know why, Gin? Because it is the most important tool of expressing what I feel for you. The words may not come out of it that often, but the passion that flows out of it says it louder than most words could, won’t you agree? So, Gin, unless I am absolutely sure that there is someone else out there could do all these, and until I am absolutely sure that there is someone else out there who loves you more than I do, I could not catch that dragon for you. I could not die just yet, without someone else who would shower you with all the love you deserve. And so, if you have changed your mind about breaking up, please step out of the Fat Lady’s portrait, because I am standing right here, waiting with your favorite food, with a lot of love to share." |
Added quotes. --Faith
I won't bother to post it here. It would take up too much space. But every chapter in Dark Directed (a story on ff.net) is amazing. Go. Read. Now.
Added a prettyful link for a prettyful story. --Faith
Added a prettyful link for a prettyful story. --Faith
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| When he awoke he was crying for the first time since he could ever remember. Well, perhaps weeping would be a better word - his face, rigorously trained since infancy, was still set in its stony impassivity, but the tears would not be denied. He was too well trained, even in unconsciousness after such an ordeal, to actually whimper or wail, but some outlet had to be found. He turned his head into her shoulder, gripped her arms desperately, and let the tears of a lifetime out. ********************************************* She was stunned by the force of the emotions she had unwittingly unlocked. She had expected a composed, cynical opponent; she had found a desperate man, driven and haunted by unseen demons and unleashed memories. His silver eyes - normally they were so impassive, but now...now they were all to transparent, filled with horror and denial and grief and anger and doubt, everything that Malfoy were too controlled to ever feel. He had actually physically collapsed, when she had gone over to him, held out a hand, he had latched onto it with almost desperate strength, his magic actually enfolding her and holding her in place; she couldn't have moved a muscle even if she had wanted to. He'd almost broken her hand - watching his eyes, watching the memories and the nightmares through the crystalline depths, she hadn't begrudged him the comfort. He had held her as if she was the last thing left in the world, and she had been in danger of being torn away from him. Everything in her had responded, and she had held on. Despite all the pain, the psychic battering she'd taken from such close proximity to his emotional distress, especially when he was so strong in wandless magic, the physical pain of his grip and of the way his magic had squeezed her, despite all the horror she had glimpsed from his dreams and his memories, despite the rage and the fear and the pain, she had held on. And when he had woken up from his merciful, but terrifying faint, and had buried himself around her and shook with the force of his muffled sobs, she had all but melted at the knowledge of his vulnerability. Caius Draconis Malfoy, and everything that name meant and everything it symbolised, had come undone in her arms. She wanted nothing more than to put him back together, to have the cynical, aloof, polished Clan lord back. Draco the man was much harder to deal with. Awkwardly, she patted him on the back, murmuring nonsense in his ear. His arms tightened around her - she had no warning, as his eyes came up to meet hers and she saw the awakening, uncontrolled predator that had been set free by the vulnerability, by the intense emotion. And then she was lost - lost beneath the fierce tide of passion empathically transmitted, as he pushed her down on the ground and devoured her mouth... The man, Draco, and the woman, Virginia, in the Grove, after a ceremony that had forged mutual trust and a strong bond. It was the inevitable conclusion, surely? A rare shaft of sunlight broke through the canopy and illuminated them where they lay, entwined on the grass. Certainly, the Grove itself and the Guardians approved |
I was reading Our Winter by Jade Okelani for the first time (shouldve done this a while ago) and read this little bit. I thought of the Loss of Interest topic, and I think this might help things a little. This topic is to post those D/G moments that just make us crazy, make you squeal and get funny looks from your parents, make you sigh and think "Yeah,that's why I love this ship."
For every hardcore D/G fan out there, welcome to your dream come true.
Here's my first contribution (please put yours in italics so that things are organized, and dont forget to give credit to the author):
| QUOTE (Our Winter @ chapter 2) |
| A few nights ago, I had a dream. About Draco. Malfoy. About Draco Malfoy. I was down in the dungeon for Potions, and Snape was asking me all sorts of questions I didn't know the answers to. Then Draco was there, and he was whispering the answers into my ear, but he was invisible, because Snape couldn't see him. Suddenly, I had all the answers, and Snape kept trying to trip me up. Finally, he said I had passed the test and I never had to come back to Potions again, and I was to take this purple pear to Dumbledore's office to prove that I'd finished. Then I was in the hallway, and I was holding the purple pear, and Draco was walking with me, congratulating me on finally listening to him. Then he said we should eat the pear, but I didn't want to, because if we ate the pear, that meant I couldn't give it to Professor Dumbledore, and Dumbledore needed the pear more than we did. Then, Draco suggested that we just eat half of the pear, because Dumbledore didn't need much of it at all. In the dream, this made perfect sense, and I held the fruit to his lips. He bit down on it and the juice ran down his chin, stained his shirt right over his ribcage. He was wearing a boy's dress shirt and it seemed to make an angry line from ribcage to lower abdomen. "Now look what you've done," Draco said, and things changed again, and we were lying in a room I'd never seen before, on a bed. There was sunlight streaming in through an open window, and Draco's eyes were more silver than I'd ever seen them, his hair messy and tumbled in a way I'd never imagine he'd allow it. He wasn't wearing any clothes, and I realized I wasn't, either, and my hand trailed down his chest. I looked down and saw the stain from the pear. "It's starting to fade," I noted, tracing over it with the tips of my fingers. His eyes were filled with tears and I realized that's why they seemed so silver. He brought his hand to my face and gently pushed my hair back, tracing the lines in my forehead with such care. "Love doesn't fade, Gin," he murmured, then kissed me. And then I woke up. Chapter 2 of Our Winter by Jade Okelani |
~Ryoko~
Mod Note:Edited to make it clear which part is the excerpt, and to have one and the same method in every post ~Ri, 6/20/04
This is from the story The Phoenix, the Fox, and the Dragon
by Incognito3. It just made me sigh because he cooed and was there for her! Umm this was Chapter 29 or 28 I'm sure..
by Incognito3. It just made me sigh because he cooed and was there for her! Umm this was Chapter 29 or 28 I'm sure..
| QUOTE (The Phoenix @ the Fox and the Dragon) |
| "Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!" George growled at the baby that instead of being frightened giggled and grabbed at George’s large finger and held it tightly in it’s little hand. "Ouch baby dragon! You’re gonna crush your God-pappa’s finger!" George laughed and tickled the baby who sat on his sister’s lap. "That’s my lil terror, beat up your God-pappa Goe and make room for your super fun God-pappa ‘Red!" Fred laughed and tickled the small baby’s tummy who began to giggle as drool dripped down its chin. "You too are horrid!" Virginia laughed and shoed away her over-protective brothers/God parents. George feigned an expression of mock hurt on his face. "We are just trying to be good role models!" Virginia rolled her eyes and looked over at her husband who was reading the paper smirking silently. "You think this is funny? You picked them for God parents and now they say they are role models!" Draco looked up from his paper and smiled, winking at his wife. "Little Dragon needs a sense of humour luv and the Weasels will be perfect for that!" Fred scowled at Draco, "You better not teach her to call us Weasels Malfoy or we’ll let this lil terror know that Daddy is a Ferret!" Draco and Virginia laughed at this, watching George pick up their baby, who reached out to be picked up and smiled when held close. Their child was spoiled. Virginia went behind her brother and kissed her baby’s nose, which sneezed at this and Fred laughed, wiping the baby’s nose. Virginia laughed and sat on her husband’s lap who held her close. Looking at her brothers’ play with her baby Virginia and Draco smiled. They were together, they had their family, and they finally had a child. Everything was perfect. Just then Ron burst in through the door, blood streaming down his face, Hermoine lay limp in his hands. His cheeks were stained with dirt, blood, and tears. Virginia gasped and ran towards her brother, taking Hermoine out of his hands with the help of Fred. George held the baby protectively. "Ron, what happened?" Draco asked, coming to Ron’s aid, wand poised. "Voldemort!" Ron said breathlessly, looking down at his dying wife. Virginia performed several healing spells on Hermoine and shouted for Fred to get her some potions. Tears spilled freely, but she refrained from giving way to depression and hysteria. There was nothing she could do. The wounds were too deep and too great. Draco opened the door to run outside, Ron grabbed his arm. "I’m coming with you Malfoy. He killed my wife." He choked out, fresh tears streaming. Draco nodded and touched Ron’s hand briefly. He would do the same. Virginia looked up, terror stricken. "Draco?" "I have to my luv." Draco looked at her pleadingly. He didn’t want to leave his wife and child but this was something he had to do. "If Harry or …" Draco trailed off. "There’s only Ron and me. I’ll be back." And with that Ron and Draco took off into the night, searching for their doom as thunder sounded in the distance and blinding light and electricity flashed down on the earth, sending Ron and Draco flying. Fire scorched the air. Voldemort had approached. The hour of death had arrived. "Draco!" Virginia screamed as she watched her husband soar bloodied and broken through the air, smashing down to the ground with a sickening thud and crack.. "I HAVE COME FOR MY HEIR!" A shrouded figure entered and pointed a long bony finger in George’s direction, who held Virginia’s baby tightly. "Nooooooooo!" Virginia screamed, standing up and shielding George and her baby from the blast of Voldemort’s wand. She fell down in a crumbled heap. Fred was down on the ground beside Virginia who was breathing faintly. "Save my baby!" Fred stood up to Voldemort, rhyming off curses and spells but they simply bounded off the powerful wizard whose ghostly smile could be seen hidden beneath his hood. Fred turned around to look his brother in the eyes. With no words spoken they silently said their goodbyes. George grasped Fred’s hand, tears streaming down his face nodding. Fred’s smile remained even as he felt the curse go through him and work its way. Fred fell down dead. George stood, holding his Godchild, a determined look on his face. His brother was dead; his friends and family were all dead. His sister, slowly dying with her last words begged him to protect her child. "MY HEIR!" Voldemort cried. George bent down and put the crying baby in his sister’s arms and she cradled the baby, crying but silently thanking her brother, knowing what his fate would be. George raised his wand, but instead of cursing Voldemort, he put a protective spell on the baby. Outraged, Voldemort sent his curses as well as fire George’s way. And as he fell a smile matching his twin brother’s remained on his face. Virginia held her baby tightly. She could feel her life essence slipping away. Everyone was dead and they died protecting her baby. "Be reborn my little Dragon. My baby, forever." Virginia saw the light and fire shoot out from Voldemort’s wand heading straight for her and her baby. "Forever." She whispered, holding her baby close, eyes shut tight. She felt the fire, saw the light, sensed the release… "Nooooooooooo!" Ginny screamed sitting up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. It was the worst dream she had yet. "No, no no no no! Draco, please!" Ginny cried as arms encircled her waist. "I’m here baby, I’m here." Draco cooed, holding his Virginia close, rocking her silently in his arms as she cried away the sorrows of her nightmare |
Edited to make it clear which part is the excerpt, and to have one and the same method in every post; and to insert a link ~Ri, 6/20/04
| QUOTE (All You Need Is Love) |
| He clearly hadn't been expecting that question, because he looked startled. Ginny ordered her eyes to focus on him and fought to keep her eyelids open. "I was just curious," he finally said quietly, "as to what sickness you had. I wanted to see for myself and see if I could decide." "Have you?" Ginny asked. He hesitated. "Pneumonia," he finally replied. "Oh. That's good. People survive pneumonia," she said. Her tongue felt very heavy and lazy, and she knew she was slurring. Draco frowned. "Um, yeah, I guess." He gave her a sidelong look. "Maybe I should go." He started to stand. "No," Ginny found herself protesting. She reached out and grabbed his arm. "No, don't go. Please." Her voice had dropped to a whisper. Surprise reflected in his eyes as he stared down at her. He glanced at her hands wrapped around his arm then back at her, clearly indicating he wanted her to let go. But she didn't. "Stay," she pleaded, "until I fall asleep." He seemed to be considering it, and for a moment Ginny knew he would agree. His eyes searched her face as if she held the answers. Then he spoke. "You're not thinking properly," he muttered. "Maria will be back shortly." He pried her fingers off his arm. In a few strides he'd reached the door and without glancing back left, not bothering to shut it behind him. Ginny stared at the open doorway for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened. She'd begged him to stay and he hadn't. And she was thinking properly . . . wasn't she? Will I regret this later? she wondered. Sliding down into a lying position, her eyes fell shut. Even though she was nearly asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, she had time to think about how much she had wanted him to stay. Why? she thought. Why when all I've done my whole life is hate him? A second later, she drifted into a merciful sleep. |
~ All You Need Is Love by MochaButterfly
I have way too many favorite parts in this fic, but this was the one, for some reason, that popped in my mind thinking about it...
~Faith~
Edited to make it clear which part is the excerpt, and to have one and the same method in every post; and to insert a link ~Ri, 6/20/04
| QUOTE (Dark Directed @ Chapter 2) |
| "You've put an awful lot of thought into this, haven't you?" Draco sneered, glaring at her. "Spent a lot of time thinking about the Dark Lord's motives?" "He lived in my head for a year," Ginny replied hollowly. "So yes, I know how he thinks. Not because I feel the same, but...I do know." Draco stared at her, unsure how to respond to that. Maybe Ginny did know, better than he did, anyway. She looked so...hurt somehow, with those enormous brown eyes downcast in her too-thin face, her pale cheeks scattered with freckles like cinnamon on cream. The spark that shone through her and lit up her features when she laughed was gone, and she seemed somehow diminished, plain and pale and fragile. Draco reached out without thinking to rest one hand on her narrow shoulder. The desire to give her comfort somehow was overwhelming - to take away that sadness and make her smile again. Ginny lifted those deep eyes to focus on him, sad and startled at the same time, with an expression in them that Draco felt sure no one had ever seen but him. Don't do this, he thought, even as he leaned forward. This is a bad idea. His lips brushed hers gently, and it was a bad idea, because once he'd felt her soft, soft mouth against his, he had to feel it again, and then again. And then her lips parted against his, and she made a soft hungry noise in her throat as he opened his own mouth and traced the inside of her lips with his tongue, and he was lost. |
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| QUOTE (Dark Directed @ Chapter 6) |
| Ginny followed Draco silently out to the stairs and down to the main hallway. It was deserted; not surprising, since it was far too early for anyone to be up and about. Draco had her hand in a vice-like grip, just short of pain, and he all but pulled Ginny along as he strode down toward the dungeons. He didn't look at her or speak until they got to his door, where he snapped out the password and pushed her roughly inside. Ginny nearly fell before she caught her balance. She whirled on him angrily. "What is wrong with you?" Draco slammed the door. "What do you think is wrong?" he asked, his voice icy. "Do you have any idea how much danger you were in?" "I should think so, since I was the one who was out there!" She shoved a hand through her tangled hair; she hadn't even had time to sort herself out. "And anyway, it hardly matters." "It hard—" Draco snapped his mouth shut and glared at her. "It certainly does matter! You just spent half the night doing something insanely foolish, and you think it doesn't matter?" "Draco, nothing happened!" she said in astonishment. He was clearly furious, clenching and unclenching his fists as he paced in a small circle in front of her. "I'm fine, and it isn't as if I've never flown on a broom before. What are you so brassed off about?" "Because it was a bloody foolish thing to do!" he shouted. "Merlin, Ginny, you could have been killed!" "Well I wasn't!" "You could have been!" Draco took three long steps toward her and grabbed her by the shoulders, his fingers digging into her arms. He gave her a hard shake. "You could have been spotted by a Muggle, or hit, or attacked by Death Eaters or any number of things that would have ended up with you dead somewhere and no one would have known!" "Well I didn't have much of a choice! The Floo network wasn't safe, and I don't know how to Apparate, and there wasn't any other way!" Ginny pushed at his chest ineffectually. "If there were I would have used it. But there wasn't! So I don't see why you're being such a prat." Draco snarled—actually snarled at her—and then pulled her toward him, one hand rising to sink into her hair, and claimed her lips in a harsh, bruising kiss. Ginny made a frightened noise, unprepared for the anger she could feel behind it. Draco's hands on her gentled slightly, but he didn't let her go; instead, he pushed her back until she felt the hard edge of his desk against her hips. Ginny slid her hands up his chest to cling to his shoulders, though whether to push him away or to pull him closer even she wasn't sure. A small, dark part of her was responding wildly to Draco's aggressiveness, was not only welcoming it but pushing back. She moaned when Draco lifted her up and set her on the edge of the desk, pushing her robes out of his way and shifting her thighs apart so that he could settle between them. She grabbed at his robes to pull him closer still, suddenly desperate to have him near her, in her. He made short work of her clothes and his own, and then he was there, exactly where she wanted him. Ginny sighed into his mouth as he moved, unable to do more than cling to him and ride through the flash-flood of emotions racing through her. Draco collapsed against her, breathing heavily into her neck. Ginny hugged him tighter, as though she could reassure him that she was all right through sheer force of will. "I'm sorry," she whispered against his hair. "Draco, I'm sorry." Draco raised one hand and buried it in the hair at the back of her neck, cradling her skull. "You should be sorry," he murmured, but the anger had gone out of his voice. He raised his head to look at her, and Ginny was shocked to see that his eyes were wet, glittering in the candlelight. "You could have died." Ginny's breath caught in her throat. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, barely audible. Draco closed his eyes and tilted his head toward her, some of the desperate tension leaving him as Ginny smoothed her hands down the long line of his back. "Stay here with me," he whispered. Ginny opened her mouth to protest, to say that she couldn't, but he covered her lips with his fingers, and then with his mouth. "Stay," he murmured again, and all she could do was nod. |
Both are from Fearthainn's Dark Directed. Pretty much this whole story makes me love D/G - it was the fic that got me obsessed. But I just picked the first two parts that came to mind.
Edited to make it clear which part is the excerpt, and to have one and the same method in every post ~Ri, 6/20/04
Wow those are good!!!!!!! I love them!!!!!!!!!!!
I've only read one of these, the rest I am skipping until I can read the actual context they were taken from... don't want to spoil the fic, since these are the best moments.
I read the AYNIL one though, I loved and hated that part at the same time, Stars.
-Sakura
I read the AYNIL one though, I loved and hated that part at the same time, Stars.
-Sakura
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| I read the AYNIL one though, I loved and hated that part at the same time, Stars. |
Wow, me too. I kept mentally screaming at Draco to go back once she was asleep and just watch her, but it shows Mocha can write D/G to not have him come back, you know? She took her time with the relationship and made it more realistic in that sense.
~Ryoko~
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| I read the AYNIL one though, I loved and hated that part at the same time, Stars. Wow, me too. I kept mentally screaming at Draco to go back once she was asleep and just watch her, but it shows Mocha can write D/G to not have him come back, you know? She took her time with the relationship and made it more realistic in that sense. |
Me too. I love how Mocha wrote it; you're right. It's one of the most realistic representations of D/G getting together.
Our Winter was the first novel-length fic of D/G I read, so here are my favorites. Both of these scenes made me cry...
| QUOTE (Our Winter by Jade) |
| It was a lovely costume, certainly, if she'd been a dancer. Drawn in flowing shades of Slytherin silver and green, it seemed tailor made for her. The bodice was little more than a bikini top, thin spaghetti straps holding up the pure silver velvet with a sheer, loose green scarf that covered -- but did not obscure -- her midriff, leaving her back almost completely bare. Even worse was the skirt, a long silk number done in Slytherin green, perfectly molded to her hips that, seeming so elegant on first glance, proved to be less than ladylike. When she walked, twin slits up the side of both her legs, nearly to her nonexistent panty-line (Draco had left a note inside the bag, instructing her that all undergarments were to be discarded) asserted themselves with gusto. On her feet, she wore flat silver slippers. Dimly, Ginny thought it might make a lovely costume for a masquerade, that is, of course, if she decided to go out dressed as a whore. "I cannot wear this in public," she said in a choked voice, tears springing to her eyes. "But you will," Draco said, his voice like steel. He walked toward her and placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs gently tracing her clavicles. "You'll wear this little outfit and you'll be perfectly aware of your body all day. And hopefully you'll learn not to betray me as you cheer me on to victory." "I didn't--" "And remember," he interrupted, "if I lose this match, Ginny, I'll need to be consoled. So root extra hard." Her eyes widened, grasping the full extent of his meaning, "But . . . but we had a--" "A bargain? I believe I already mentioned how unsatisfactory I found our bargain. Besides -- I am, after all, but a spoilt rich brat who can't keep a promise." "I hate you," she whispered again, tears gently spilling over onto her cheeks. Oh, how she wanted to hate him, wanted this -- humiliation -- to hurt less. "You can't . . . I told you before, you can't ask me to--" "Ginny," he murmured gently, brushing her tears away, "you beautiful, silly girl." Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hands skimming over her bare back. She caught her breath a little at the contact and was so busy trying not to tremble, she barely heard what he whispered into her ear. "I'm not asking." |
~Faith~
Mod-Note: Edited to insert a link; Ri 6/20/04
I just skimmed it cause I read it last night, but it still brings tears to my eyes. I never really cry at things I'm reading, really I've only cried once at that sort of thing. (It was a movie called "Requiem for a Dream" if you've ver heard of it), but that aprt definitely makes me love Draco all the more. His chracter is so amazing and complex and tormented and sad and.....I cant explain it. but Ginny's just the fire sprite he needs. 
I always think of Crazed when I get on a Draco rampage. Her icon is so great. I
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Not reading anything right now, but believe me, I'll find something good to post. Any recommendations that are PG-13 or under? (with a link if you can)
~Ryoko, in a bold/purple mood~
I always think of Crazed when I get on a Draco rampage. Her icon is so great. I
it.Not reading anything right now, but believe me, I'll find something good to post. Any recommendations that are PG-13 or under? (with a link if you can)
~Ryoko, in a bold/purple mood~
| QUOTE (Therapy Buddies by Jade) |
| "I trust you understood the assignment?" "It wasn't a feat of great intuitive reasoning to divine you wanted us to answer questions for each other." "Especially considering the instructions were at the top of each sheet," Ginny noted sourly. Penella noticed that the longer they were in therapy together, the more Ginny began to pick up Draco's habit of being as unpleasant as possible. Or perhaps it had something to do with the assignment. It always seemed simple enough -- answer the following five questions as you believe your buddy would, then answer the same five questions for yourself; compare and contrast -- yet it always yielded the most interesting results. In Penella's experience, people never saw themselves the way others did and were often quite rudely awakened by the answers. Somehow, she doubted either of these two would be in for much of a rude awakening. Their hostility was so open that she doubted any words written on the parchments they both clutched would make much of an impact no matter how harsh they were. The look in Draco's eyes, however -- that look gave Penella pause. If he were any other boy, she'd think he was nervous about something. Ridiculous, of course, she chided herself. As he'd said before, the boy was afraid of nothing, save his father's wrath. And yet . . . "Who wants to go first?" Penella said aloud. "I will," Ginny grumbled. "Five Questions by 'Draco Malfoy.'" She actually made the little air quotes and cleared her throat. "If you could change anything you've done in your life, what would it be? I'd make sure I ducked before Mad Eye Moody turned me into a ferret. "Where do you see yourself in ten years? Evil. "What is your fondest childhood memory? The day I got the best of Harry Potter. No, wait, that was my fondest childhood dream that never came to fruition. Your life's greatest goal? To be the prettiest boy in all the world. "Have you ever been in love? Only with myself." It was Penella's turn to clear her throat. Draco's expression had completely hardened over to the icy facade Penella had grown accustomed to. "Very clever, Ginny," Penella said. "Cheeky, but clever. Now, your own answers?" "If you could change anything you've done in your life, what would it be? I'd burn my diary at the beginning of my first year. "Where do you see yourself in ten years? Happy. "Fondest childhood memory? There are too many to choose from. "Life's greatest goal? To be someone. "Have you ever been in love? Yes." At the last question, Draco sneered and made a small sound of displeasure. Ginny's spine stiffened and she snapped her head around to glare at him. "What? What is so laughable about my list?" "Nothing." He stayed doggedly silent and she turned away. They both stared straight ahead, looking at nothing, for nearly a minute. Draco broke first. "Just that you fancy that pathetic crush you've carried around for Potter all these years love. You wouldn't know love if it snapped its jaws around your earlobe and tugged." "Yes, and when I think of the authority on love, I always think of Draco Malfoy," Ginny said. "Draco," Penella interrupted gently, "I believe it's your turn." "Yes, I've changed my mind. I don't want to do the stupid assignment." "But you've already done it, Draco. It's your choice, of course. But failure to complete the assignment is the same as failing the class." Penella was betting pretty heavily upon his Slytherin pride at the moment. He wouldn't allow so many points to be taken from his House even if it meant opening himself up. Penella was almost positive Draco had taken the assignment much more seriously than Ginny had. Without further prompting, Draco began to read. "If you could change anything you've done in your life, what would it be? I'd throw that diary back in Lucius Malfoy's face. "Where do you see yourself in ten years? Happy. "What is your fondest childhood memory? It's like picking favorite children; they've all got a certain charm. "Your life's greatest goal? To make myself believe what everyone else already knows. "Have you ever been in love? I've been in hate. That's the same, isn't it?" Ginny swallowed deeply. "It does not say that. You're cheating--" "Honesty, remember?" Draco indicated the room. "Here, read it yourself if you don't believe me. I don't feel particularly inclined to convince you. Next. "If you could change anything you've done in your life, what would it be? The first time I met Harry Potter. "Where do you see yourself in ten years? Living in a house my father didn't pay for with someone I love. "What is your fondest childhood memory? The day I found Lucifer. "Your life's greatest goal? To be nothing like my father and still make him proud. "Have you ever been in love? Yes." As soon as the last word was uttered, Draco cast his parchment to the ground and strode from the room. Ginny stared after him long after he'd disappeared. |
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| I just skimmed it cause I read it last night, but it still brings tears to my eyes. I never really cry at things I'm reading, really I've only cried once at that sort of thing. (It was a movie called "Requiem for a Dream" if you've ver heard of it), but that aprt definitely makes me love Draco all the more. His chracter is so amazing and complex and tormented and sad and.....I cant explain it. but Ginny's just the fire sprite he needs. |
I think we know what you mean. *waves Fire & Ice banner*~Faith~
Mod-Note: Edited to insert a link; ~Ri 6/20/04
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| QUOTE (The Past Didn't Go Anywhere) |
| He slowly became aware that Ginny was staring at him, and that he’d been silent for a long time, glowering at his feet. "Sorry," he said. "It’s alright," Ginny said quickly, smiling up at him. "So...however did you end up joining the police service?" she asked, clearly guiding the conversation to a less painful topic. Draco laughed. "It was suggested to me by a friend of mine who was in law school. He claims it was because he thought I’d make a good cop, but I think it was just that he wanted to have a friend in the police force so he could use me for favours. But I didn't have anything better to do, so I decided to give it a shot. I applied to the RCMP, and they actually let me in. Didn't think they would. And it's fun." Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Fun?" "Oh yes. It's great fun," Draco said enthusiastically. "I get to walk around carrying a gun, and I get to chase people and say things like "Freeze!" and "Stop in the name of the law!" I spend all my time playing cops and robbers." Ginny stared at him like she was trying to decide if he were joking or not. "Alright, then. Somehow, the thought of Draco Malfoy loose on the streets with a weapon of any sort is mildly disturbing." "If it makes you feel a bit better, I don't have a permit to carry a gun in England." "I'll sleep easier at night," Ginny said with a smirk. "Oh, here we are," she added, stopping in front of a square, ugly, six-story apartment block. Draco followed as she marshaled Jamie and Sarah up the walk, and held the door for her as she maneuvered children and wagon inside. The small foyer led to a poorly-lit hallway with suspect carpeting and lurid yellow walls. Not exactly classy. "How d'you get the wagon up the stairs?" he inquired curiously. "There's a lift," Ginny replied, struggling to keep William still while she sorted out her keys. "Makes life ever so much easier." "I imagine so," he said. He watched as Ginny steered her charges down the hall to the elevator. "I should probably go." Ginny stopped, her hands on the handle of the wagon, blinking back at him. "Oh...of course." She looked down at her hands and back up again, awarding him with a sweet smile. "Thank you, for the coffee and the help and everything." Draco smiled back. "My pleasure." There was an awkward silence. "Do you have a - " "Maybe we cou - " They both stopped and smiled. Ginny fluttered her hand at Draco. "You first," she said. "I was just going to ask if you had a telephone," he said with a faint smile. "And if you did, if I could perhaps trouble you for it’s number." "Oh! I do, actually," Ginny said, patting her pockets. "I can write it down for you..." Draco produced a pen from the pocket of his jacket as Ginny found a bit of paper in the front pocket of the backpack. "It’s 020 7854 9203," she said as he wrote, balancing the paper against his knee. Draco stepped back, and just looked at Ginny for a long moment, then he leaned forward and took her hand, raising it to his lips. "I’ll call you," he said softly, and smiled at her blush, then turned and made his way back outside. He stood for a moment on the sidewalk, orienting himself so that he could find his way back to the store and his car. He put his hands in his pockets, a smile creeping across his face as his fingers encountered the scrap of paper with Ginny’s number on it. He walked off down the street, whistling. |
From Fearthainn's The Past Didn't Go Anywhere
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Thought I'd post a feel-good excerpt. Fearthainn's characterization of Draco in this scory (as well as all her others) is absolutely wonderful and makes me get all fangirly.
Edited to make it clear which part is the excerpt, and to have one and the same method in every post ~Ri, 6/20/04
::Jumps up and down:: OO, I have one!
| QUOTE (Even I have Pride) |
| Her heart rose in her throat so that she nearly choked on it, seeing him there just in front of her, his eyes blazing with fury, his nostrils flared. His hair was falling unheeded into his eyes, and she couldn’t resist the urge to raise a hand to it, to clear those magnificent argent eyes. Her hand shook so badly that he caught it with his own, closing his fingers around it. “You followed me,” she said matter-of-factly, but it made her stomach twist. She hadn’t truly thought he would, hadn’t dared to hope he would. He said nothing to her, only squeezed her hand hard enough to make her wince, then brought his lips to hers, sealing his mouth over hers with a ferocity that made her gasp, taking in his breath as she did so. His body pressed urgently to hers, forcing her to feel the urgent need he’d felt ever since he’d seen her, and she moaned under his lips. This was what she had run from, this instantaneous flash-fire that could do neither of them any good. “Stop,” she finally said, rearing her head back to separate herself from him, if only for a moment. “Stop, this isn’t right.” He kept his eyes on hers, his head slightly lowered, his hair falling into shadowed, troubled eyes.................... “You were supposed to teach me how to be happy,” he said, brushing his lips over her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids. He ducked his head then, taking his eyes away from hers for the moment he made his confession. “You weren’t supposed to make me need you for it.” . He brought his lips to hers again, murmuring around kisses. “Don’t make me beg, Virginia. Would you have me swallow my pride?” She leaned her head back as he kissed her throat, letting the tears slide back and into her hairline as she threaded shaky hands through his silken hair. “That’s the thing, Draco,” she said, letting the sob in her voice be heard. “When it came to you, I never had any pride.” When she Disapparated, he was left holding nothing but cold air and the pride she’d given him long ago. |
That is from Even I Have Pride Chapter The Pride of two.
O that just near killed me when I read it! It gives me Goosebumps. I just love that moment!!
Edited to make it clear which part is the excerpt, and to have one and the same method in every post ~Ri, 6/20/04
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