Ginny takes her breakup with Harry hard, but a series of surprising run ins with Draco Malfoy shows her that life - and the people in it - can be a little sweeter.Category: Completed Short Stories
As the unintended Captain of the most despised Auror squad, can Draco Malfoy lead his band of Slytherins through Death Eater attacks and threats from the Ministry? Definitely not. At least, not without the help of his reluctant Lieutenant: Ginny Weasley. Inconveniently, the last person he'd ever ask.Category: Long and Completed
When Ginny wakes up as a patient—and Draco Malfoy's roommate—in St. Mungo's, all she has are questions. Without answers, they turn to each other to stay sane, but the edge of madness looms close. In the Janus Thickey Ward, it's impossible to hide from what you are.Category: Long and CompletedWritten for SunnyStorms in the DG Forum's Summer 2013 Fic Exchange, and winner of the Most Creative, Best Response to the Prompt, and Best Characterization of Draco awards. :)
Harry Potter left Ginny Weasley to deal with the aftermath of the miscarriage alone. Except Ginny isn't exactly dealing with it. More like running from it. Until Draco Malfoy and Padma plot to fix this.Category: Long and Completed
Runner Up for Best Portrayal of Ginny Weasley in 2014 DG Fic Exchange.
Tied for Best Supporting Character (Padma)
During his sixth year at Hogwarts, Draco balances on a knife's edge of danger, at constant risk of losing his footing and falling into an abyss of darkness. He can't trust anyone at all... or can he? When it comes to Ginny Weasley, he's determined to find out.Category: Works in Progress
Chapter TEN quote of the day:
“Ginny, I didn’t lure you here for some underhanded reason,” he said, stroking the hand under his, glad that she didn’t pull away from him. “I swear I didn’t. I just… I wanted to be with you for a little while, someplace where nobody could find us. I think..” He hesitated, and then confessed the truth. “Ginny, I think I wanted to tell you these secrets all along.”
“Maybe.” Her mouth quirked up. “But you could have told me at the very start that this was your grandfather’s lodge, you know.”
“I should have done,” he admitted. “Honesty is not a Malfoy trait, Ginny.”
She rolled her eyes. “As if I really needed to be reminded of that.”
He enclosed her hand in his, feeling her small, strong fingers. “But I’ve told you the truth about everything now. You do believe me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighed, moving back against the headboard, bringing him with her so that they were seated more comfortably. “I wish I didn’t. I wish I thought you were only lying, or even bragging, trying to make yourself sound more important than you are. But I know you told the truth.”
Ginny hoped she would never see another singing valentine again, but, alas, the diaper-wearing, bewinged dwarves are back at Hogwarts, and Cupid's arrow is aimed right at her. One-shot.Category: Completed Short Stories
Hogwarts flying instructor Ginny Weasley and Potions master Draco Malfoy have a contentious relationship, rife with insults, bad jokes, and unethical wagers. After five years of heated exchanges, their relationship takes a new turn, but will Ginny accept the gamble?Category: Completed Short StoriesPrequel to The Return of the Singing Valentines but can be read alone as well.
“After one too many hits to the head from a Bludger, you’ve forgotten the past ten years,” Malfoy said slowly, staring at her as if she were dumb. “You’ve forgotten you have kids and you’ve forgotten me. Your husband. Which is rather rude, you must admit.”Category: Works in Progress
An unexpected attraction to the manager of the new Hogsmeade location of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes inspires Draco to stake his own claim in the business of daydreams. COMPLETE!Category: Long and CompletedWinner of the Most Humorous, Best Banter, and Best Dialogue awards in the DG Forum's Summer 2017 Fic Exchange.
Five months ago, Harry defeated Voldemort, but tensions are still running high at Hogwarts between Slytherin House and the other students. Ginny Weasley views the Slytherins as the enemy, but when Draco Malfoy returns to school, she is forced to see things from a new perspective.Category: Long and Completed
Draco and Ginny at the Burrow for Yule! Throw in tense dinners, shocking family secrets, Santa suits, and a dragon or two… what could possibly go wrong?Category: Works in Progress
A Cookie From Chapter 27:
“I already know you’re not noble, Draco,” she was saying, punctuating her words with a stab of her finger now and then. “You’re not going to do anything for abstract, high-minded sorts of reasons.”
“You’re certainly right about that,” he said, sitting next to her, his voice teasing and light, his arm round her splendid bare shoulders. He had no idea how they’d got onto this sticky topic in the first place, but he was more than ready to leave it and move on to more pleasant pursuits. “You know me so well.”
“Oh, I do,” she said. Something about the look in her golden eyes disturbed him, though, or perhaps it was the heavy sound of her voice.
“Do put that drink on a flat surface, Ginny,” he said, plucking the glass out of her hand, still keeping his tone neutral.
“I wouldn’t want to stain your lovely new sofa, Draco.” She gave a strange little laugh. “How awful that would be.” “Er…” Draco always felt a bit guilty when he looked at that sofa. It was by far the newest item in his rooms; every other bit of furniture was a grand, imposing antique that had been in the family for generations. He’d bought it in a rebellious moment, wanting something for himself and Ginny to sit on that didn’t carry the weight of Malfoy tradition. But it was utterly different from everything else in the manor, and he wasn’t entirely sure how well cleaning charms matched to Malfoy furniture worked on new white leather.
“It doesn’t really fit in here, does it?” asked Ginny, with her trick of catching his train of thought all on her own.
“Ah…” What on earth is she getting at? He wondered. “Perhaps not, but I rather like it,” he settled for saying.
She put her drink down on the coffee table carefully, centering the glass on a coaster, and she looked at him directly. “Do I fit in here?”
Draco could feel himself starting to break out in a sweat, even though the room, like all the rooms in the Manor, was always rather cold.