Category: Works in Progress
Malfoy was curious. Curious and angry. “So, what do you want from me, Weasley?”
It was the admission of his defeat. Ginny felt the taste of victory - and it was bitter.
“I want influence. I want protection. I want safety.” She stopped, giving him time to assimilate her words, before she played her final card. "I want your name. " When saying the last sentence, however, she could not help the blush that spread across her face.
Malfoy's countenance changed several times in a very short time. Annoyance turned into wariness, then into confusion, and finally, when he really understood what Ginny had implied, his face showed only a profound horror.
I want your name.
I want a marriage.
Ginny is tired of being the only single Weasley at family gatherings and all the pity that comes with that status. Draco could do without opportunistic women taking advantage of his desire to connect. The solution? Team up to become platonic dates during the holidays.Category: Works in Progress
If only their hearts could stick to the plan....
CHAPTER FOUR SNIPPET:
“What’s in the bag?” Draco asked.
Her cheeks reddened, but she nudged the bag toward him for his inspection.
He smiled when he discovered clearance chocolates from Honeydukes.
“Hey!” Weasley said, reaching over the gulf between them for the box that Draco had just opened.
Draco snatched it away and popped a bonbon into his mouth. “Rescuing you ruined my Valentine’s Day plans. The least you could do is share your chocolate as repayment for my kindness.”
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 23:
Orion took a long drink of water. “I only wanted to warn you, Young Master, that you’d most likely be more content if you refrained from asking me about your mother’s companion on her visits. Because I must answer any question, if asked by the Malfoy heir.”
Draco had always been remarkably bad at restraining his curiosity, and nothing goaded him more than being told that he ought not to do something, no matter how good that advice might be.
“Who was it?” he blurted.
The dragon yawned, and the sight of his teeth was almost enough to make Draco wish he had not asked the question. “An old friend,” he said. “He whom your mother knew in days long gone by, now reunited.”
“All right, but who?”
In answer, the dragon curled his tail around his nose and lay down to sleep.
“That can’t be all you’re going to tell me,” said Draco. “You said that you were obligated to answer my questions.”
Orion opened one green-gold eye. “True. But I am a dragon. And no dragon anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer. We are quite like cats, in that respect.”
When she was 11 Tom Riddle stole part of Ginny’s soul, now four years later he’s back and she’s developed an unexplainable attraction to a infuriating blond. As her relationship with Draco Malfoy unfolds and she becomes more acquainted with the decadent world he inhabits, she finds herself down a path she’s not sure she can escape from. This new world is intoxicating but everything keeps leading her back to the incident with the diary four years ago.Category: Works in Progress