Thanks!

You can find them here:

http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=155

I have two D/G fics up, just started writing the HPverse after being inspired by all the great fics out there!

Ang

*raises hand and jumps up and down* I have a cookie! I have a cookie! I wrote this for MalfoyMyFerret *cough* AMBER *cough* cuz she was upset. It is completely idiotic, but she said it made her laugh. Just returning the favor, hun! *winks* Luvies- Casey

Ginny: Guess what.

Draco: What?

Ginny: (whispers in Draco's ear) Chicken butt!

Draco: (exasperated) You are so juvenile.

Ginny: (giggles)

Draco: Guess who.

Ginny: Who?

Draco: (whispers in Ginny's ear) Chicken poo!

Ginny: (giggles again) Now who's juvenile?

Draco: (smirks) You know you love me.

Ginny: (grins) I can't deny it.

(Ginny grabs Draco and snogs him within an inch of his life.)

Seshet - LMAO - that was hilarious - really

~ Jacy

Awwwww! Seshet!!! I already thanked you at school. I wub you . That really did make me feel better -- despite it's stupid-ness -- but of course we are stupid girls, what did you expect? Thank you again anyways. Hehe. Hope you have fun on your band trip -- thanks for the email.

I said that I was going to post a cookie from my new fic Hunt for Prince Charming, that isn't posted. So, I am. It's in the first chapter -- and this fic is not posted yet, and it shall not be posted until I have at least five chapters done. I'm on the third, I think you guys can wait, it's not even that good.

Anyways, on to the cookie.

<<Cookie>>

So after toting my trunk inside the compartment I went to stand out in the doorway to look for a tall person, preferably of the male persuasion. It’s never too early to start looking for that Prince Charming.

Tall person heading my way - nine o’clock.

I sighed and slumped against the doorjamb, too bad it wasn’t a person that would help me, considering this big albino git was the most decidedly nasty person in all of kingdom-come. Yes, none other than the Great Ferret Prince himself, Draco Malfoy. That’s what I’m going to call him from now on—Great Ferret Prince, only maybe I’ll shorten it to GFP. Yes, that’s a bit easier to say. Don’t you think?

“Oh look,” he said. “It’s the littlest weasel.” WEASEL? I’ll show him who the rodent is!

I (very carefully) raised an eyebrow and looked at him as if he were a piece of Everlasting Gum stuck on the bottom of my shoe. It was a look I had been practicing in my mirror all summer. I had been practicing lots of looks in my mirror. Just ask it! I had full commentary running the whole time! “Look who’s talking, ferret boy,” I responded.

He raised an eyebrow as well. I’ll have to admit, his raised eyebrow was a bit scarier than mine. But only a bit!

Did he run out of insults? Why isn’t he saying anything? Though I have to say that eyebrow in itself speaks more than enough. Maybe he figures the same thing. How the hell do you retort to an eyebrow?

Oh wait, GFP hasn’t lost his tongue. It’s still quite firmly attached in his mouth. “Did your brother teach you that one?” he asked. “He’s been saying it for years.”

Damn Ron! Stupid git is always making me look like an idiot. And who wants to look like an idiot in front of Draco Malfoy? Not me, I’ll tell you—that’s who. Even though he is an incredible git—he’s quite a yummilishious git. He might even be described as sex-on-a-stick. Yes, that would be the appropriate term for the Great Ferret Prince. Sex-on-a-stick. Mmmm.

Oh wait, I’m supposed to be thinking of clever comments! Damn my hormone driven mind! Damn it to hell! I must look like a fish floundering in the air, trying to think of something to say.

Now both of his perfectly shaped eyebrows were raised. Wow, he must pluck or something—maybe wax? Or a spell—it must be a spell. I’ve never seen a guy with such great eyebrows. Ron and Harry’s are a bit overgrown, sort of like bushes or caterpillars. Okay, this train of thought is not helping any. I think I may have Attention Deficit.

“Has Weaslette lost her tongue?”

Then I did the only thing I could think of. I stuck my tongue out at him and stomped back into my compartment. It did show that my tongue was still in my mouth, and not lost at all. I rather think it surprised him too, if the look he gave me meant anything. I suppose the Great Ferret Prince didn’t have many tongues stuck out at him.

<</end of Cookie>>

LovES!!

MalfoyMyFerret

MalfoyMyFerret - ::falls off chair laughing:: that's hysterical! that was GREAT! i can't wait to read the entire fic!!

::Still laughing from the floor:: (it really is hard to type from down here, y'know...)

~ Jacy

Excellent cookie!
Can't wait for the whole fic!

Great cookie Amber! So cuute....is your fic posted here at portkey, or at ff.net...??



Angylinni--0.0 That was something. Really...


So many great cookies...

Got another one, this is from the little ficlet that I wrote in response to Jacy's challenge. You can find the whole thing at

http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=4468

Here we go:

“You!” I cried, aghast. Professor McGonagall had told me that my tutor would meet me in the Potions classroom after dinner. I went there expecting to see someone from my own house or perhaps from Ravenclaw, but never him – The bane of my existence and the fodder for my late night forbidden dreams.

“Yes Weasley, it’s me. Surprised are you? Don’t see why, I’m better at Potions than anyone else in this bloody place save for Professor Snape himself,” Malfoy preened, staring at me with those heavy lidded bedroom eyes of his, peering into the depths of my soul and seeing all of my deep, dark secrets.

“Must you stroke your own ego constantly Malfoy? Although I guess you have to when you don’t have any real friends to do it for you, hmm?” I drawled nastily.

His eyes widened slightly, mulling over the insult. His sneer morphed into a smirk of almost grudging…respect. “Very good Weasley, perhaps you do have a brain under that mass of ugly orange hair.” Draco returned coldly.

I glared at him before moving over to the closest table and setting down my bag, pulling out my Potion things. “Are you going to help me or just stare at my arse all night?” I asked him over my shoulder.

“Don’t flatter yourself, skinny Muggle loving Gryffindor isn’t my type,” Draco spat, coming over to stand in front of me, his eyes glittering. “I want you to make me a Potion,” he said, changing the subject with lightning speed. He leaned on the table, staring into my eyes, daring me to look away. I shivered slightly, delicious chills dancing down my spine as his gaze roamed over me. “But not just any Potion Weasley, I want,” he paused dramatically, “A Passion Potion!”

I smirked, couldn’t help it. The retort formed in my head and before I could stop myself, slipped out. “What’s the matter Malfoy, having trouble keeping your bed occupied?” Our eyes locked again and he moved slowly around the table, stopping inches from me.

“Volunteering for the job?” he whispered, staring down at me, using his greater height to try to intimidate me.

“Not a chance, cold fish Slytherins don’t do a thing for me,” I retorted, never breaking eye contact.

He smiled then, and I began to shiver even more. The sheer delight on his face was almost too much to take. If a sullen, brooding Draco Malfoy was sexy, to see him smile took your breath away. He was like an angel, fallen from heaven – a perfect being who shamed those around him with his stunning brilliance.

“Cold fish huh? Perhaps I should show you just how cold I can be,” Draco whispered silkily, trailing one impossibly long finger along my jaw line.

I gasped. My skin felt like it was on fire where he touched me. “You wouldn’t dare.” I taunted, praying that he would dare, that and so much more.

“Stolen sweets are always the best, don’t you know that Weasley?” he breathed, his lips descending as his hand moved to fist tightly in my hair, holding my head immobile.

ang

YOU ANSWERED MY CHALLENGE!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

::runs off to read the entire fic::

~ Jacy

sky is blue: I haven't posted it yet. Hehe. I want to wait until I at least get five chapters done. But never fear, I'm already on my third.

MalfoyMyFerret

That was so good! Yay to everyone who answers challenges, they get extra props. I totally loved that one....nice job!

I wrote a new fic titled Broken ( http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1324108 )over at fanfiction.net I basicallt wrote it to show all the fluffers over at fictionalley that D/G is nothing sweet and this is what I think a cannon relationship would be. Go check out the rest of the fic, it's only a one shot so it won't take you long.

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She began to shake, the frozen atmosphere slicing through her bones. She couldn't take it, the silence she let herself laps into had consumed her, had caused her pain. She no longer was able to talk to him; it was hard enough looking at him. He had grown annoyed over time, thinking she was trying to punish him with her silence. It was what had brought her beatings. It had all too soon become a game with him, a sport. He found enjoyment in torturing her with pleasure and then immediate pain.

"What?" he spat, seeing her thoughtful eyes leaking before him. She snapped up, tearing herself from thought, her eyes never leaving his. She took her hand to her cheek, wiping the tear away quickly. He sneered at her, taking a step towards her. She gasped closing her eyes tightly afraid of the strike she thought would come. Upon feeling the absence of his harsh hand, she let her eyes flutter open slowly. He was standing close to her, his hand tangled in her hair. She exhaled, relieved and scared at the same time.

"Speak Virginia," he whispered into her ear, his soft breath rolling across her face. She drew in rugged breaths, he chest heaving slowly. She felt as if her heart was about to pound it's way out of her ribcage.

All the cold was flushed out of her body as it was replaced by warmth. She shook her head no; her eyes closed shut tightly. She pressed her lips tightly together, fearing what he would do. He let out a cold laugh, a tendril of blonde hair falling sweetly across his face. He moved closer, his callused hand caressing her cheek. He watched as she relaxed under his touch. It pained him to not hear her sweet voice. He had been submitted to the silence of his castle, she would offer nothing more.

"Come now, talk to me," he growled stepping back from her quickly in one graceful swoop. She sighed, her eyes suddenly harsh flitting up to his own. Ginny looked down at the wedding ringer that lay upon her hand. She suddenly removed it from her tiny finger, throwing it at his broad chest.

Enraged, he pinned her to the wall. His grasp was strangling her wrists from its needed blood, but he didn't care. Tiny bruises began to form on her fair skin, his hands pressing harder into them. He watched with pleasure as she gasped in pain; receiving all the punishment she deserved. He removed his grip, bending down to the floor to retrieve the ring. Ginny slumped down the wall, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. The necklace she wore pinched tighter and tighter about her neck. She feared he had cursed it to train her not to cry, but she did not care for the pain, she would have preferred it to living with him.

"Put it back on," he hissed shoving the golden ring in her face. She looked up, slowly extending her hand to it. Frail fingers clasped about the ring as she slipped it around her finger. His strong backhand came down upon her shoulder as a warning. She slowly stood up, her legs shaky and weak.

Feeling strength return to her she stood. Her legs firm, she took a step forward. Feeling no pain she began to quicken her pace. Soon she was running up the crystal staircase, her bloodstained glove trailing along the banister. She did not stop running until she reached her room, at least what was supposed to be her own room.

She opened the door, her hand gripping the snake doorknob. Dark light streamed through her window, catching her in the spotlight. She removed her shoes, stepping down onto the hard wooden floor. She pranced gracefully over to her bed, pushing the curtains away to make enough room for her. She flopped through the opening, her face falling softly onto her cold pillow.

A river of pain flowed from her eyes, her fear turning to rage as she hit her pillows violently. She stopped upon hearing her door creak. She gasped. "Who's there?" There came no answer, only a soft prodding of footprints over to her bed. She turned her head upon seeing her husband. He lay down next to her, wrapping his hand about her waist.

"It's good to hear your voice," he sighed, laying his head amidst her fiery curls. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he was too strong, his hold too fierce. So she lay, aggravated and tense in his arms. She slowly relaxed at feeling his hands trace the freckles upon her back. He pushed away the material of her gown, kissing her shoulders lightly. She turned to him, her eyes soft and caring. She let her finger slide down his nose, outlining his soft lips.

Ginny allowed his lips to kiss her finger, moving down her arm, his eyes held content upon her all the while. She closed her own as his lips moved to her own, covering them fully. She parted them slightly, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. She shivered upon his cold caresses, his chilling passion. She began to undo the ties on her robe, wondering why he was snickering at her.

It was for no other reason than that he had truly broken her.

~*~

Hope you all liked my angst

Nicole

That was depressing...

My post was lost, so here I am, re-posting.

Kaykos--*wibble* Wow. I loff the angst.

I have a small cookie, speaking of angst. Songfic to Dido's slide

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Even on a day like this when you're crawling on the floor
Reaching for the phone to ring anyone who knows you anymore

It's all right to make mistakes
You're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something



Her face remained blank. Shadows passed through her pale skin as they all walked past her, so unaware of what was going on in her mind.

No one knew.

But that was the way it was going to stay, because if they knew, the shame and regret would kill her.

How her face remained blank was a mystery. She was pretty sure she was tearing inside, and she was sure that deep inside, her eyes were swollen from all the crying and that her hair was a tangled mess from all that hair tugging.

If they knew, it would be worse. No, she would rather choose to be lifeless day to day than to wear her emotions on her sleeve.

She would not cry. It was over—the thing that hadn’t even existed, the thing that had ended today.

How could she? The very idea seemed foreign and so forbidden to her ears, yet that was her that had been parading around with the one boy she should have been avoiding.

And to make matters worse, falling in love with him.

Love.

It was an empty word. If she told herself that, would she feel less guilty? If she told herself he would never cry over the likes of her, would she be able to smile and simply forget about him?

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“ What’s wrong?”

“ Nothing.” She said, looking away from him—from his beautiful face.

“ Tell me. I know there’s something wrong.” He insisted, pulling her face toward his.

“ I’m ending this.” She said abruptly, feeling as though she could not hold the words in any longer. His face remained blank, and for a moment, a moment where she felt both happiness and sadness—bittersweetness, she thought that maybe he wouldn’t care.

“ Ending what?” He asked, a bit of confusion slipping into his usually well-masked voice. Her head lowered and she could no longer see him.

“ Ending whatever we had—an acquaintance, relationship, romance.” She said quietly, determined not to let him hear the wavering hesitation in her voice.

“ You’re talking nonsense.” He said. She heard it. She heard panic in his voice, and the first stab of guilt piercing through her skin and into her heart—if she had one. It was all she could do to look up and smile a small smile.

“ Am I?” He nodded, as if reassuring himself.

“ Because if you truly wanted to leave me and whatever we had, then you wouldn’t have trouble saying it.” His eyes suddenly turned stony cold. “ Because if you did say it and mean it, you would be an insensitive, misleading bitch--.” He peered at her, scrutinizing her every blink.

“ You’re not an insensitive, misleading bitch, are you Ginny, love?” He said, and this time, there was anger in his voice. She did not speak for a while, for she was rendered speechless. Her mind was screeching at her because she couldn’t get the words out of her head. But he was making it harder than it already was.

“ But I do mean it, Draco. Maybe I am an insensitive, misleading bitch.” She said, as calmly as she could.

“ This isn’t funny.” He said, and his tone was dangerously low, almost a growl.

“ I’m not trying to be funny.” She replied. He blinked at her, jaw clenched, his expression wary of her. The silence that was between them seemed to stretch on for eternity.

“ Why?” He asked finally, voice softer. For the first time, on his face was confusion, hurt, feelings that were never on his face. Because he had once told her he would never be used or hurt by someone else.

“ Society frowns upon it. The idea was ludicrous in the first place. It would never work.”

“ If you love me, then you wouldn’t care about what society thought.” He countered, eyes flashing. “ If you love me, we would make it work.”

“ This isn’t a fairy tale, Draco!” She shouted without realizing, in the midst of her frustration. “ We live in reality.” On his face was no longer calm confusion but palpable anger and rage.

“ If you loved me, that wouldn’t matter either!” He yelled, fist pounding the wall next to him. For many seconds, his words echoed throughout the empty halls. She wanted to cover her ears and run, never having to hear his voice again.

“ So maybe I don’t love you.” She managed to choke out.

And immediately after she uttered the words, it felt as if everything inside of her was crashing, because her knees started to wobble, and tears tugged at her eyes, and she couldn’t bear to look at him.

He stood silent for a while. But suddenly, he was pulling her towards him, and his soft lips crashed violently onto hers, and they stayed like that for awhile, breathing in softly. She marveled in his wonderful scent, and felt so angry that she felt tingly in all the right places just because he was holding her.

Then he was kissing her, unlike any other kisses they had shared before, soft and gentle and probing, as if searching for an answer that...wasn't there.
He pulled away, slightly breathless.

“ Tell me you felt nothing.” He said firmly. Her eyes were wide and scared of her own answer, because if she opened her mouth, she wondered if she would tell him how much she loved him.

If her lifetime measured as a day, this day, and on this planet remained only Draco and she, without wasting a moment, she would have told him that she didn’t need or want to leave him.

But life wasn't quite that simple.

It was one of those times in life, she told herself, when no matter how much you wished for things to be different, you had to grit your teeth and do it.

That is what she told herself.

“ I didn’t feel anything.” She told him. Oh, but that was a lie. She had felt everything in the few moments he held her. She felt as if she could almost give up on what she had come here to say, and sigh and agree to she did love him, and that love was all they needed. She felt as if all she needed was him.

Pathetic, wasn’t it? And here she was, a girl that wasn’t such a great actress, trying to pull off a great trick like this.

“ Look at me in the face, Virginia Weasley. Look at me in the face and tell me again that you do not feel anything for me. Tell me it was nothing more than misplaced lust, and I’ll leave you alone.” Looking up, she saw a blank face devoid of even anger.

He meant his words.

It was her chance. Her chance to tell him it was nothing, and she could walk away forever.

She wished time would freeze for her, so that she could look at his face one last time, without seeing hatred or anger directed towards her. She wished time would be nonexistent so she could kiss and hug him a last time. She wished a million impossible things, each as ludicrous as the next.

“ I don’t feel anything for you.” Her stomach lurched, and she had to leave.

She ran from the hallway, where he stood with wide eyes, never looking back, not wanting to see whether or not he was crying.

She vowed to never visit the corridor again.

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Staring at the same four walls, have you tried to help yourself
The rings around your eyes they don't hide, that you need to get some rest

It's all right to make mistakes, you're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something

There were reasons why she left him. All she wanted to be was normal, in all ways possible. Was normalcy really too much to ask for?

So maybe it had been a mistake, maybe her priorities had been mixed up, but being seen with him meant being a spectacle of society. She didn’t want to face her brother’s angry face, hear the bitter words directed towards her, enduring more of her life as a social outcast, someone shunned and pushed to the side without much thought. She might have been aching inside, but at least this way, no one else knew. At least this way, they could all go on, pretending she was happy. At least this way, she was promised a life of security.

She had plans for life, and he couldn’t be a part of them.

Love didn’t seem worth the trouble. The feeling of emptiness in the bottom of her stomach would go away in time. After all, throughout the whole ordeal, she had never shed a tear.
She didn’t love him.
Her face remained blank.
Shadows passed through her pale skin as they all walked past her, so unaware of what was going on in her mind. But now...

There were tears running down her cheeks.

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Take time to catch your breath and choose your moment

Don't slide

Even at a time like this when the morning seems so far
Think that pain belongs to you but it's happened to us all

It's all right to make mistakes you're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something

sky is blue - OMG...that was great...and incredibly angsty...i think i'm going to cry...::sniff::

~ Jacy

Ok, I was reading your posts and I have to say really good cookies and the angst. *phew*

Oh yes other than to praise you for all your wonderful work there's one thing:

If you read fluff material, refrain from calling yourself a fluffer because:
A fluffer is the guy on a porno set who goes around giving the men hand jobs between takes to keep them hard.

That is all.

Wow, Kaykos, that was BEAUTIFUL . Beautiful angst, loffly. *hugs Kaykos* I loved that. It was brilliant.

Sky is blue: AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Why must you people continue to astound me with your lovely angst. I can’t write angst to save my life – dear gods, I can’t even write to save my life.

Blaze: good to know

loves
MalfoyMyFerret or amber... whatever

blaze--that's hilarious! *laughs arse off*

Amber-- *blush* What are you talking about? You know how well you can write. I'm just awed right about now, because HSNT is so bloody brilliant.




-sky-

Angst abounds....what happened to our happy D/G? Sigh....poor D/G.

Well, haha at the fluffer comment and the general consensus that you people rock at writing.

Keep 'em coming folks, these are great!

Raini

Hey all!

This is a WiP...just wanted to post SOMETHING - mind you, this is NOT finished...just a little teaser

~**~

She was staring at him, blue eyes hidden behind batting eyelashed. God, she really was terrible at flirting, but he had asked her to come...

A Malfoy couldn't come to a party alone, after all. What was her name again...Becca. That was it. The blonde was eyeing him seductively as if she wanted to jump his bones right then and there. Draco pulled her into his lap and she giggled a little. God, she was such a child sometimes. But she was easy, and at the moment that was all that mattered. Draco made sure that no one was looking (not that anyone would say anything even if they were - he was a Malfoy, after all) before copping a not-so-innocent feel under Becca's shirt. She pretended not to notice but...God, would she stop squirming?

Draco groaned quietly - was this really the best he could do? Continuing on that train of thought, he didn't notice her come in - at first. When almost every male eye in the roomturned to the doorway, he couldn't help but follow their hungry gazes. What he saw was a sight to behold. Red hair pulled back into a french braid, tendrils falling into her face and onto her shoulders, very little make-up - just enough to brighten her amber eyes - and beautiful green dress robes with slight embroidery on the hem.

Who is that? Draco thought suddenly. Becca got up, annoyed that his attention was no longer on her. No, he was focused on the beauty in front of him who, he realized suddenly, could only be one person...

"Ginny, you made it!"

Draco closed his eyes and sighed. Just his luck - Ginny Weasley. The most beautiful woman in the room was Ginny Weasley and now walking off with Mudblood Granger to meet Potty and the Weasel over by the bar.

Damn his luck - damn it all to hell.

~**~

~ Jacy

Sounds good so far, Jacy. When does the fic take place? I can't wait for the whole thing.

Jacy -- Oh, now I think I might have to read that.

Here's a cookie. I really think sky should have written. It would have been much better if she had. Since she is obviously the better writer. *nods*

<cookie>

Ginny Weasley was stranded, very stranded. It was the middle of the summer, and she had rode brooms with her brothers up to a Muggle ice cream shop about ten miles away from her house. But her brothers had already left, they had left without her because they thought it would be funny for her to have to walk home by herself.

So she was standing outside of the ice cream shop, trying to decided whether she should go ahead and start walking, or just wait until her mother found out that her brothers hadn’t brought her home. Her mother would certainly make them come back and get her.

She sighed as she watched the Muggle cars drive by. Well, she didn’t want to just stand there, so she started walking back in the general direction of the Burrow.

After walking for thirty minutes, she had come up to a road that was bordered by trees, driveways scattered here and there that led back behind the trees to houses that you couldn’t see from the road. She assumed they were big houses to have such big driveways and all the trees around them.

It was starting to get dark when she saw a flash of white in the trees. She squinted and saw it again. It was hair, light blond hair. Then a figure rocketed out of the trees, robes flying all around them. She couldn’t see who it was from the ground, but she called out anyways.

“Hey!” she yelled, waving at the person.

They stopped and turned to look at her. “What?”

“Do you think you could give me a ride home?” she asked loudly.

The person flew down lower so that they were just hovering above her. It was Draco Malfoy. “A ride home?” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

Ginny tapped her foot on the pavement. “I do believe that’s what I said. I’m kind of far from home, and I’ve been walking for ages.”

“That’s not my problem,” said Draco, getting ready to fly away.

“Wait!” she said.

He looked back at her expectantly. “I’ll pay you.”

“Pay me?” he sneered. “With what, you don’t have any money.”

“I could repay you with something other than money,” she suggested.

“Oh really?” His eyebrow went up again. “With what?”

Ginny didn’t think before she blurted out, “A kiss.”

“What makes you think that I’d want a kiss from a Weasley?” he asked, hovering a bit lower.

She shrugged. “A kiss is a kiss, whoever it’s from.”

Draco smirked and hopped off of his broom. He walked up to her and cupped the back of her head with his hand and lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her softly at first, then more demandingly. He took his lips off of hers only to trail butterfly kisses down her cheek, and neck, stopping only to trace small circles with his tongue on her neck.

She quivered under his touch and almost melted to his feet, but he took his other hand and wrapped it around her waist. He trailed more kisses back up to her lips. He slipped his tongue out again and traced the opening of her lips lazily. She parted her lips slightly and he took that chance to slid his tongue into her mouth, massaging hers languidly.

She moaned in the back of her throat and he pulled away slowly.

“A kiss is not a kiss whoever it’s from,” he said. “That was a Malfoy kiss.”

Ginny nodded hazily. “A Malfoy kiss.”

Draco got back on his broom and held his hand out to her. “Get on,” he said. She took his hand and let him help her on, then wrapped her arms around his waist before he took off into the night sky.

</end of cookie>

*splutters* What are you talking about, amber, dear?


Your cookies are the yummiest, most delicious ever.

And this one is no exception.

I've already told you I loved this, but I'll say it again

That was WONDERFUL!!! *squee*

Jacy--Ooh, that was brilliant. Must go read it.

sky is blue -- That cookie sucked, Sky. I think you are only trying to be a good friend.

loffs
Malfie the Amber

*clucks tongue* Malfie, malfie.....I'll have you know that although I always try to be a good friend, I am speaking the entire truth.

Ask anyone here and they'll tell you




-sky-

Malfoy - *sputters* sucked? what do you mean that sucked? It was great!!!

~ Jacy

Ok, this is my first post in the D/G forums...I am sort of a closet D/G fan...but you guys are fabulous!! I love all the cookies! Keep up the great work!!
~Batgirl

Malfie that was great cookie! Loved it to bits!

Ok, I'm nto good at writing angst so I'll stick to erm... saucy and semi fluff.

Ok this was for Jacy's challenge, Simply Desirable but I like to call it Addiction. Sorry.

Hope it's good.

Title: Addiction
Rating: R
Pairings: Draco/Ginny


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It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.

Oh, how true that is. I tried; I really tried in the beginning to hold him off. Avoiding his eyes that seemed to stare right through me, sitting near Ron and walking in a cluster of students to get to class, but he always managed to find a way to get me. Then it would only be the both of us. Alone, as his eyes stared me down once more, his body so close, but not close enough for me to touch and I couldn’t feel anything but helplessness and I knew at that moment that I was slowly sinking. Drowning. I wouldn’t have it though; I’d break out of it, panic taking control of me and I would run away from what would be my addiction.

I couldn't help myself though from the supposed accidental brushes, the lingering glances. It was as if he wanted me and so I just let it happen. The cornered meetings became frequent, as I found myself walking alone to classes, sitting away from everybody else and leaving five minutes after he left the Great Hall to meet him in our corner as he looked at me as if I were a goddess, as if I were his escape and only light. He’d kiss me and touch me ever so lightly that it would feel as if it were a mere breeze that was caressing me…

Stolen sweets are best.

It started of as nothing more than a pointless win over Harry bloody Potter. The princess of Gryffindor and everyone’s little angel, whom no one dared to touch. After all, she was the brother of Ron Weasley, best friend of Harry Potter who, it seemed, was the object of her affections and there was the other Weasley brothers themselves, who were none to mess with.

But I wanted the prize that everybody was so afraid to take. The body that was fitted in snug hand me down robes, those eyes that were framed by Weasley red hair and those small hands that seemed so fragile. I wanted those lips that were licked and nibbled on whenever she was reading or staring at Potter.

I wanted her, I wanted to take Gryffindors innocent little darling and break her. I wanted her to be licking out of my palm for all of them to see. That is how it started.

I took what I wanted and I was the victor.

But it didn’t stay this way…something about her made me useless without my fix.

I love your lips when they are wet with wine, and red with a wicked desire.

There she is in my arms, looking up at me with those brown eyes. A sheet only covering her lower half - her arms wound around my neck. Her lips are parted and I feel my blood rushing through me once more. Hot.

Reading my eyes, she turns in my arms and looks at me. Just stares at me and I read those eyes and something within me stirs and I need her more than I can even stand. Her lips then crash down on mine and I run my tongue lazily across her lips before she lets me gain entrance. She nibbles on my lower lip and I can’t help but kiss her more firmly. Extracting her essence that burned within me.

It’s something about her and I won’t let go off because I need her.

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I’m in his arms, looking up at him and the desire in his eyes speaks volumes to me. I turn to face him and I can’t help but stare at him, my own eyes reflecting what I feel and there it is – a glint of something that I know is only meant for me. Only meant for me to see and hold and touch and breathe in.

My hands roam his bare skin and an ache runs rampant through me and I feel like I’m flying as he kisses me.

Something about him makes the walls come crashing down and it’s only the both of us, together.

I want him, need him.

Love him.

Did I say that?

-

Something within me actually loves you so much.

Something.

You.

To you I am an addict.
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Blaze...that was awesome...Well done!
~Batgirl

::screams in happiness:: I LOVE YOU BLAZE! THAT WAS AWESOME!! And the title "Addiction" fits SOOO much better then the other one, so it's okay! Fantastic! And you used my favorite quote!! "I love your lips when they are wet with wine, and red with a wicked desire." - AH! ::runs off to read the cookie again:: ::swoons and fans self::

ABSOLUTELY AMAZING COOKIE BLAZE!!!!! YAY! I needed that after three hours of reading nothing but Literature passages and poems in an AP exam at 8 o'clock this morning...I feel better now!

EEP!
~ Jacy

Blazefury -- Have I told you lately that I loff you? Well, I do. In more ways than five. *hugs* That was the most lovely cookie. *nods*

Malfie the Amberlena

Blaze! 0.0 Awesome. Stupendously well done. *grins like an idiot*





-sky-

Okay. Feeling like writing more angst, so here it is. Ginny's POV.



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You were always a mystery.


Nothing could ever get past those gray eyes. They may have been beautiful, but only because they were so empty and blank—like an ice sculpture whose stance would forever remain as it was.

In your case, cold and unforgiving to the world for something it did.

And unknowingly, you held my heart in your hands. I tried so hard to get through to you. I gave everything I could to unravel you, not Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, but a different Draco who stood for himself and only himself and not what his father told him.

I bet you didn’t know that I used to cry at night, wondering what was wrong with me. Yes, I wondered what was wrong with me because no matter how much I hugged you, you stayed cold. You never hugged back.

I cried because frustration clouded my mind until you were all I could think of. I used to look up at the stars for help when I needed it.

And do you remember when you told me that stars were stupid? You were being childish, nonchalant and bitter but you meant it, because there was anger in your eyes.

I bet you didn’t know that ever since then, I never looked to the stars. Never.

And we would take walks, but it was always me who suggested it, and when we kissed, I shivered because I felt as if you were feeding me nothing but ice.

People always told me I would feel passion and fire coursing through my veins when I kissed someone—but above all, they told me I would feel pure, raw love.

But I loved you. I didn’t feel anything but cold but I still loved you. I wanted to know why I felt despair.

And when we sat in the empty forest and had a ‘talk’, it was always me who talked, never you. You only talked when there was something needed to be said.

And whatever you said remained a mystery to me. You’ve never told me you were confused or lost, or that you were angry or upset and sad and sorrowful.

You never told me you loved me, as much as gave you. It was like this until I was just as lost as you were, too confused to do anything but love you. You never gave me a reason to sympathize with you—you never told me that you thought stars were stupid because it reminded you of your mother, never told me how your father hurt you, never told me anything.

It hurts the most that you wouldn’t tell me, the girl that was supposed to be special. It hurts that you weren’t able to trust me, and it hurts that I have to look through your eyes with tears in mine to even get a flicker of something, and even then I still had to search through you.


I bet you didn’t know any of that.


But I can’t give any more now. I think I might be hollow inside.

You took my heart to your grave, Draco.



And I still cry at night, wondering.





Wondering just who Draco Malfoy is.

*glomps sky* Oh gods, that was just...lovely. Sky, you write some of the best angst around. And me, while I love angst, everything comes out to be goofy. *hangs head*

Loff you sky!!!!!!!!!1

malfie

SKY!
That was bloody fantastic!

Wondering just who Draco Malfoy is.

We would all love to know. You wrote this very well.

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He made me no promises, so I made them for him.
He never complimented me, so I translated his barbed comments.
He gave me no reasons to love him, only those to despise him, but I did so anyway.

Why?

Maybe it was the way he kissed me and everything disappeared.
Maybe when he held me and I felt safe, even when were constantly looking over our shoulders.
Maybe when he made love to me and made me feel unbridled.
Maybe when he looked at me he saw more than just a Weasley.

He's not here anymore and so my world is filled with maybe's.
He broke the promises that I made.

He broke me.

He left me, with more maybe's.
He left me and he's not coming back.

And I'm back to being one with the shadows.

His shadow...

sky,

that was bloody fantastic!! i loff angsty!D/G

so, um...here's a cookie. It's an excerpt from the newest chapter of my fic "Bells and Footfalls" which I will be uploading on portkey later tonight. So, ummm...here it is

~**~

He expected to have a quiet night alone. The last person he expected to run into was Ginny Weasley.

Ginny was standing with her back to him, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She was shaking from what he assumed was cold – the short sleeve shirt she was wearing was probably doing nothing to keep her warm in the chilly night air. He didn’t dare step forward. For some reason, he didn’t want to disturb her.

So he watched her. She barely moved, but there was something almost ethereal about the way she stood so still, eyes closed. He could imagine the depth of shadows in the amber of her eyes when she opened them, hair like a bright fire falling about her face, the moon making her look like a beautiful….Draco shook his head, blinking. Where the hell did that come from? Pull it together Malfoy.

“Ginny?” He said finally.

~**~

She was crying again. There was no end to the tears. How much can a person cry before there are no more tears to fall? Ginny wondered silently. The moon’s reflection shone brightly in the undisturbed water of the lake, the calm of the night betraying the despair she was feeling.

“Ginny?”

Ginny turned around and blinked when she saw Draco standing behind her. She hadn’t even heard him approach. Ginny turned her gaze back to the lake and closed her eyes again. “Go away,” she said, her voice low and raspy giving away the fact that she was crying. She hated it when anyone, even her own mother, saw her cry. Damn you Malfoy.

Draco didn’t say a word but moved to stand next to her. He was right – her eyes were sorrowful, their usual brightness dimmed by shadows of the things she had seen, her cheeks stained with tears. It was no surprise that she was crying. He couldn’t begin to imagine what she had seen, and he didn’t want to.

As the two stood in silence, Ginny dared to take short glances in his direction. His hair was falling in his face. He was wearing black pants and a white tee shirt, looking as if he just rolled out of bed – rumpled, comfortable, beautiful – Beautiful? Where did that come from? Ginny cast her eyes down and focused her attention back on the moon’s reflection in the water.

Ginny sniffled and shook her head breaking the trance she was in. She glanced at Draco as if seeing him there for the first time. “What are you doing here?”

Draco shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.” His answer was evasive and she knew there was probably more then he was going to let on but she wasn’t going to pry. He wouldn’t tell her anyway. They hated each other, after all…don’t we?

Ginny shivered and rubbed her hands up and down her arms. Draco saw this and said impulsively, “You must be freezing.” Why do you suddenly care? Draco shook his head as if to banish the thoughts he shouldn’t be having at the moment, especially considering they were about a Weasley.

Ginny bit her lip. “I am. But I like the cold. The numbness is soothing.” Draco didn’t need to ask what she meant. He was feeling the same way at the moment. His dream had shaken him more then he would ever admit or openly express to anyone, even himself.

Maybe it was the fact that they were standing in what could be considered companionable silence. Maybe it was the sun dawning on horizon. Maybe it was the confused thoughts that were running through his mind at the moment. Whatever it was, he would never understand his next move.

Draco wordlessly untied his cloak and slipped it around Ginny’s shoulders. Ginny just looked up at him, eyes wide, not knowing what to say or how to react. She searched his face for some sort of answer for his actions, but his eyes were as hard and blank as stone. She barely had a chance to acknowledge the gesture before he turned and walked away.

Ginny turned back to the lake, the sun rising behind in a blaze of yellow, orange, and red. She didn’t understand what just happened, figured maybe it was just a spur of the moment, but maybe, just maybe…

Maybe he has changed. Ginny smiled at the thoughts that were swirling about her mind before mentally squashing them quickly. This was Draco Malfoy – son of a Death Eater, tormenter of her childhood years. “I can’t…like him – can I?” A calming breeze was the only answer she received.

~**~

~ Jacy - who is off to finish typing the chapter

Blazefury and Jacy LOVELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woohoo! Jacy! Fantismo!

Malfie *Glomps*

Fear me, for I am on cookie rampage!
Noo!

See

It's the way that he looks at me.

His eyes are usually not fraught with emotions but filled with a deadly calm. There is no fire, no life, no laughter, no sadness, there is nothing. No stirrings.

But when he looks at me, there's something alien in them. Something that makes me feel like I am the only one that matters and I am the favoured one.

Those eyes say that they would kill for me.

Those eyes say that they would betray for me....

It's the way that he looks at me.

He sees only me.

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It's short, but it's what was in my head.

*huggles Blaze* No matter how short your cookies are, they're always eggcellent. (is on punning spree, get it? There are eggs in cookies.....*hides*)

Anyways! I loffed it -- as usual.

malfie

*is amazed* all the cookies here are loffly *schnoogles everyone* I've been absent for a bit, I'm sorry *hangs head* Would you all horribly mind if I posted a cookie of my own? Well it looks like I'll just post one any which way

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She left him breathing ragged every time he saw her. She was perfect to him, the white to his black. Nothing came close to her beauty, and she was his. He couldn't be happier with just the single though that she belonged to no one other than him. Her love was his for the keeping, for the savoring. His angel, at lease she had been.

He thought nothing would ever stir him from her side, he believed them to be perfect for eachother, perfect until she started caring about his private meetings, his business actions. She had been suspicious, never letting go what he had done that night. She never had trusted him, never believed she was enough to keep him faithful.

'Oh but you are enough, you are so much more than enough.' he found himself saying to her on multiple occasions. The words brought her to tears, slumping into his chest. She cried for him, to him, with him. She was the only one who could tear his eye. He would cry forever if it would just bring her back to him.

It had been the last straw when he stayed out late one night. He had come home to an empty house, there was no screaming, no slamming doors, just silence. She had yelled herself hoarse, she had had enough of him. The silence was deafening, unbearable.

It broke him inside to think, to know she was never coming back. She deserved better, more. His angel should have the world, but he couldn't give it to her. He never had been able to give it to her. She was unattainable, she had shown him that.

Sitting in his leather chair, a pipe in his mouth, Draco got up. He placed his coat over his shoulders. He had given himself enough pity, he was going to find her, bring her back. He would not let his angel fly away.

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Awwwwwwwwwwww looks like he really is in love *sigh* I know, it's angsty, but I DO prefer angst to fluff at times I hope you don't mind angst...

Nicole

Kaykos - angst is always good - or at least for me...I like angsty!Draco/Ginny cookies - they're fun - and I know you're a great writer, so of course, the cookie was great!! I like seeing Draco as the one going after Ginny for once instead of the other way around. It's a nice change.

Okay, here's the other cookie I wanted to post, another excerpt from Bells and Footfalls which I would be oh-so-happy if you read and reviewed if you like the cookie )

Here ya go!

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Ginny followed Draco down to the dungeons not saying a word. When Ginny reached the opening to their Common Room she stopped and tried to move into the shadows before he would see her, but Draco was too fast. He spun around and grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. “You know, I really hate it when people follow me Weasley,” he snarled.

Ginny’s eyes were wide with both surprise and a little bit of fear mixed with something else, something she couldn’t put her finger on. Ginny snatched her arm away and glared. “I just wanted to return your cloak Malfoy. No need to be so defensive.”

“I’m always defensive,” Draco drawled looking bored, “or haven’t you noticed.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know why I bother. Here,” she threw the cloak at Draco who caught it and put it on. “It looks better on you anyway.”

Draco laughed arrogantly. “Of course it does Weaslette,” he said, amused, “it was made for me, for royalty – nothing you could ever afford.”

Ginny pretended to let the comment roll off of her back. Even after years of the petty remarks about her family, they still stung, but only when they came from him. “Money isn’t everything you arrogant bastard,” she said scathingly. Ginny spun on her heels and walked off before he could comment.

Draco watched her, stunned. She had never spoken to him like that, with that much venom in her voice. Her eyes all but screamed “I hate you,” and this shocked him. What happened to the quiet little mousy Virginia Weasley, the innocent princess he had known in his school years? This was someone else entirely, Gryffindor’s fiery little angel with spunk.

He knew right away which Ginny he preferred. And it wasn’t the innocent princess.

Draco smiled to himself and walked into the Slytherin Common Room, the door slamming shut behind him.

~**~

Ginny was fuming as she walked back to the Common Room. How could that insufferable…Ginny let out a scream of frustration as she went through the portrait hole and threw herself down onto the couch. “Who does he think he is?!” Ginny yelled aloud to herself. Through everything, she couldn’t help but remember how quiet and calm and…nice he seemed last night. Was it all an act? Or was that really him?

This is too confusing. “I hate being confused,” she said morosely while pounding the couch cushion with her fist, “and I hate him.”

The problem was she really didn’t hate him, nor did she want to, and that scared her more then anything else.

~**~

Ahh yes - arrogant!Draco and spunky!Ginny - gotta love it

~ Jacy

My first post! *pause* Ever! Anyway, since you're all in an angsty mood, I thought I might lighten the forum for anyone who's getting depressed Enjoy my stupid, silly cookie if you can.


Hermione's angry footsteps echoed up the stairs to the girl's dormitory; she'd just had a very spectacular screaming match with Ron over something very stupid, and she was in no mood to be trifled with.

When she found the door to the sixth and seventh years' door locked, her mood only worsened. She'd left her wand back in the library, distracted as she was by Ron's yelling. Why had Ginny locked the door? No other Gryffindor girl was at Hogwarts for the Christmas hols except Hermione. Silly chit.

She slammed her fist into the door about eight times.

A startled yelp came from inside.

"Y-yes?"

"Ginny? Open the door!"

"I, um, I can't...uh...I'm...er...indisposed." A faint rustling was heard.

"What do you mean indisposed? Ginny, are you hurt?"

"Mmmm...yes," came the reply. Hermione thought to herself that Ginny sounded oddly breathless. "I mean, no! No, I'm not hurt, I'm just..." A giggle. "Busy."

"Too busy to walk five feet to the door?"

"Much too busy," Ginny agreed. "Too busy for any-Aaaah!"

"Ginny! Are you alright?"

A murmur. "Shutup!"

"What?"

"Oh not you, Hermione, not you. I'm just having...er...trouble with my socks." There was silence for a moment while Ginny thought of a suitable thing to say. "Hey, Harry told me that he and Ron want you to come watch Quidditch practice this afternoon."

Hermione sulked, ego still battered. "I've had a row with Ron."

A much deeper voice growled at her from behind the oak. "Why don't you just go the bloody hell away?"

"Ginny! Is someone else in there with you?"

A few moments passed and the door opened a crack, with much more force than was really required to open a door. "Hermione, I'm afraid I'm coming down with a cold, my voice is going and I haven't the time or the patience for you. Sod OFF!" The slam of the door closing reverberated down the stairs and into the common room.

"Why I never!" Hermione stormed out onto the Quidditch field in a right rage. Ginny couldn't help but pity her brother, who undoubtably would get the worse end of it.

"Very good job," Draco commented, one pale leg sticking out from beneath deep red sheets. "You learn well, young apprentice."

Ginny blushed. "You were no help whatsoever."

"Except," he continued, as though she hadn't spoken, "for the part about the socks. Completely uninspired. And untrue. I believe in was your *blouse* giving *me* trouble." His hand closed around her arm as she came within reach, pulling her back down beside him.

There was a long silence while he traced a finger around her face. "How long do you think we've got 'til Quidditch practice is over?"

"Hmn, there isn't one today, so I gather not very long."

"Well, best not waste time then."

"I agree, Mr. Mal-mmph!"

Indeed, he didn't waste time at all.


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Blah, that was kinda bad. Oh well, Draco amuses me in this cookie, so I suppose it was all worth it. Hope you tittered at least once. ^_~ Cheers!

Jilly - welcome to our thread of wackiness and angst! ::giggles:: your cookie was absolutely stupendous ::applauds:: you're good at this - do you have any full length fics? Cuz I would read them ::nods head enthusastically::

Off to bed now - welcome aboard!!

~ Jacy

ah, good d/g cookies. the best stuff on earth.

heres mine, written a long time ago. gins POV.

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I had run with him so often.

So often, in fact, that I sometimes, one could say I took it for granted. Like it was something of endless supply, like oxygen.

The parellel of oxygen would be true only in that I could not live with out it. I lived for running with him.

In our early, tentative days, I had run away. I remember his nose, smug and perfect -- the nose of a prince -- brushing with mine. Tufts of hot, labored breath falling across my mouth; my small, imperfect lips trembling at the touch of his delicious sneer. I remember when I ran. Away. But he ran after me, following. I had cursed him for it.

I remember stronger days, secret nights, running with him. My hand would be grasped in his. Those long, pale, elegant fingers -- fingers meant for finer things -- those fingers clasped around my own. My hands with callused fingers from too many Quidditch matches and ink stains from writing too much. In his. I remember ... the strength in his arm, dragging me brutally into empty classrooms only to hold me as gently as the dawn that breaks free of the night. His arms that led to those broad, regal shoulders. Shoulders whose shirts I'd dried many a tear on before. The shirts I remember. Smooth and cool under my fingertips -- expensive silk shirts that must have cost a fortune. And we would run, hand in hand. Together. I blessed him for it.

I remember late days in winter, running with the others. He ran with them for me. His father wanted him to run with him, for them. But he knew what was right. I remember his eyes. Staring Lucius down. Silver, flashing with fiery bolts of dark grey shattering and bursting within. Those eyes I had seen grimace, cry, fill with love and passion -- those eyes. I saw them hate. And he ran with us. Not away from, but to the war. I worshiped him for it.

We're still running. We run everyday. Unless we reveal ourselves, this dirty secret of ours, we will continue this race. We tire, but do not stumble. Something tells me we will be running for a long time.

I love him for it.

Wow. Wondeful cookies.

I'll post a small excerpt from chapter 13 of Heroes Shed No Tears:

Ginny took in the appearance of the robes he had just put on. They were slightly darker than his other black robes – the shade more rich. There was also a small silver dragon embroidered on the hood. He had a piece of limp black cloth hanging in his hand. It was his mask.

“You’re going out?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” he said shortly, turning to face her.

“Where?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Weasley.” He walked over to his bed, sat down, and started to tug his shoes on, lacing them tightly.

“You’re going out to do your Dragon of Hope thing, aren’t you?” she asked playfully, a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

Draco looked up at her sourly. “It’s not a thing.”

Ginny grinned broadly. “That’s so sweet.”

“I’m not sweet.”

*loffs*

amberlena

Lol, that last one was a nice cookie.

Another cookie:

Pick Me.
by: virtualfaerie

Ginny was sitting outside by the lake holding a flower in her hand. She was picking the petals away slowly, saying, “He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.”

She had a pile near her legs when she picked off the last dewy petal: “He loves me not.”

She smiled sadly at the stem left resting in her fingers and let it drop on the small pile of white petals.

She looked up when a shadow fell across her; it was Draco standing over her. She brought a hand up and shielded her eyes from the sun, squinting. “Malfoy,” she said, her voice devoid of any emotion.

“You’re out here again, Weasley,” Draco said, taking a seat next to her on the lush green grass. He looked at the fallen petals and rolled his eyes. “And that again.”

“Yes, again.”

“What did he do now?” Draco asked stiffly.

“The usual invisibility,” she paused for a moment. “And Hermione.”

Draco resisted a snort and settled for a sneer. “I can’t believe you’re still pining over that bespeckled git.”

Ginny half smiled at him and kicked a foot at the petals, scattering them.

Draco took her hand and made her pick up some of the remaining petals and made her throw them up in the air. Draco’s hand tightened over hers and she looked at him cautiously. He brought his lips to the back of her hand and kissed it softly.

He picked up another flower and handed it to her, standing up. “Try again,” he said, and walked off.

Ginny smiled and started picking the petals. “He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not…”

The last petal.

“He loves me.”

-- fin --

Malfie, that was the first thing that I read in the morning and that positively made my day!

All you cookie meisters, don't forget our beloved Round Robin alright. Our baby shouldn't die out so early.

I'll be back with a cookie.

Cheers, blaze

For a fic challenge over at FAP.

Want.

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She waited in his bedchambers; sitting on the edge of his bed with her legs crossed, a cigarette held between her fingers, the smoke swirling around her face. A single flame by the corner was the only source of light besides the few shafts of weak milky moonlight that streamed in from the window that made her pale skin glow. She brought her hand up from her knee and wrapped her red lips around the cigarette, drawing in a long puff.

Expelling the writhing trails of smoke, she waited for him to come to her and thought about the moment that they were going to share. That everything culminated to this one moment in time that will forever be burnt in their minds. A stinging pleasurable pain felt when remembered.

Ginny licked her lips as she watched the ash fall onto the carpet, not bothering to clean it up. She waited for him, as brief images of them sprawled together, moving as one together flashed in her mind. She wanted him to need her, want her, beg for her and make him drown.

She heard footfalls and stared at the door as she threw her cigarette on the carpet, stubbing it out with her heel. When it opened she gave a coy smile and watched as his eyes rove over her body, clad in nothing but a silk green slip.

“Are Lucius and Narcissa back yet?” she asked softly.

He shook his head silently, signalling a negative and took of his robe, throwing it on the chair nearby. He stared at the girl, no, woman that was on his bed. She was beckoning him with her soft smile and he didn’t question how she got in. He ran a hand through his soft blonde hair, before walking over to her and standing before her. Entranced and vulnerable.

Like an offering before a goddess.

She bit her lip coquettishly and delightfully noticed that his hands were trembling ever so slightly as he reached to cup her cheek. Pulling away, she took his hand and pulled him down on the bed, making him lay down before straddling him

She watched his eyes darken and it reminded her so much of Tom when he was in this position. His hands ran up her bare arms and down her back, so much like Harry’s; long and slightly callused. He shivered as her hands slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, and her fingers dance lightly on his skin. She was drunk on the feeling of dominance and knew she would get what she wanted.

Her inky brown eyes seemed almost black as she bent closer and whispered in his ear, “Ready to try something new?”

He couldn’t seem to talk and just nodded. He needed her and she could do anything she wanted.

She got off him and walked to the bedside table for her wand and whispered an incantation that tied each of his wrists to the bedposts.

"Ginny..." his voice was desperate and his eyes reflected his hunger for her as she sashayed her way to him, the moonlight making the slip seem translucent. The contrast of her hair, flaming against such pale delicate skin was stark and he found it beautiful. Desire coursed through him and coiled in his stomach as he watched her red lips broaden into a smile and she straddled him once more after drawing the curtains.

“Need you, let me…”

“Feel me, don’t you…want?”

“Please…?”

“Wait…”

“Won’t you…?”

Love me, Love…

Yes…

Everything.

Yours.

Mine.

“All yours…I am too…”

“Draco…”

Down, Down, Down, he was drowning.

Tangled sheets and legs.

Lingering touches.

Hot mouths.

She smiles.

Victorious.

All hers.


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Loffly Blaze.