She wished she could find it creepy.
Nope, sweetheart. No finding Draco Malfoy creepy. Not possible. :D
Lovely insight into their minds...
Slightly confusing and yet still sooo good! How do you do it?
LOVE THIS STORY!!!!! FANTABULOUS JOB!!!!
OOOOOOO whoa that was intense and kewl at the same time your still my fave author
Loved it. Haunting!
Thank you for a great read.
Wow very intense.
I just... I really don't have any words right now to review this.
Absolutely gorgeous, that's all I really have to say.
Thank you so much for writing things like these and making D/G the best ship ever.
that was pretty good, she wouldn't have approached him, but he wnew that whe watched him, and that he appealed to her.
Ohhh, very nice. It managed to be sad, romantic and smutty all at once.
It is creepy that she stared at her, watched her, AND FOLLOWED HER HOME TO SHAG HER.
Amazingly angsty. :D
I do so love it when you're supposed to be doing homework :) For such a short piece, it's so amazingly emotive.
yay. i guessed right....the Its War repeated made me stop and go 'oh yeah song fic - i know that!' good ol' morrissey! :D nice little fic. different but good! :D
*gets teary* Damn girl. Only you could manage angry, possessive sex that ends with one of the most heartbreakingly genuine moments I have read in a long time. You should get distracted and lost in drabbling more often. Lovely... ~Ves, fangirl
Author's Response: *mwah* Thanks, hon. Coming from you, that means a whole lot.
I wonder what Draco did to end up in prison. Can Ginny save him so he doesn't have to go back? I like the irony of her brother being the injured guard.
Author's Response: He was a Malfoy, and he defended Snape at the end, giving him time to get away. Frustrated at being unable to capture Snape, Harry didn't lift a finger to help Draco when it came to sentencing, and in fact privately he and Ron had some words with people that made the sentencing harsher than it would've been otherwise. Draco won't be going back to jail, though, because prisoners can't have knives; Draco was stabbed by a guard. Not Ron, but Ron had allowed the guards he supervised to harass the prisoners in general and Draco specifically, so there's going to be an inquiry, and Draco will be set free for time served in exchange for not making a fuss about auror brutality.
Yeah, I do think too much.
Brill. That story was so amazing. I wanted to cry. You always write such an amazing portrayel (forgive spelling) of Draco. You are a God.
Author's Response: Nah, only a very minor goddess at best. ;) Thanks, though - I was a bit nervous about this story, so it's nice to know it had the emotional impact I intended.
This is a wonderful transition for you, Myn. I like seeing you write things that are more angsty and gritty because it just proves you can write this pairing any which way and make it work perfectly. Great fic.
Author's Response: Angst is a lot harder for me, because I can't sustain nothing but unhappiness - I don't think most humans work that way, at least ones that aren't enjoying the suffering for the sake of suffering - and so, yeah, it's more difficult. But, once in a while, it's irresistible.
This was really interesting. While it definitely stands alone, if you ever feel so inclined, I'd love to read an installment about their encounter during her fourth year and what she saw during that glimpse inside his head that could create a connection that would lead to this encounter.
Lovely, as always.
Author's Response: Yeah, it was supposed to be just a paragraph or so, but... Yeah. Anyway, here it is, a bit of a reward to the reviewers.
"I want to know what the weapon is," Malfoy had said, and the students assembled in Umbridge's office stared at him dumbly. He looked at each of them in turn, and finally put his hand on Ginny's arm, dragging her away from the others. Over his shoulder, he snapped to the other Slytherins, "Keep them still."
Ginny struggled and tried to break his hold, but he was too strong. When they were at some distance from the others, able to be seen but not heard, he muttered, "You watch all the time, you must know..." And, quick as a snake, he grasped her chin and jerked her head up so that her eyes met his.
There was another mutter, completely indistinct, and she felt trapped in his gaze, completely open to him as she felt her memories rush past her eyes and, somehow, past his. Harry's indifference, Hermione's condescension, Ron being a prat, Percy, the twins, Christmas, her birthday, the Chamber... And, despite her trying to shy away from remembering him, Tom. It all went by in a split second, and as she felt tears well in her eyes, something shifted.
She saw a blonde woman crying, and felt like it was her mother. Lucius Malfoy smiled at her. She was flying behind Harry, clutching his broom. It was Christmastime, and a large pile of presents was ignored in favor of a warm three-way hug between the Malfoys.
Seeing them that way, as a real family, and feeling the love that flowed between them, scared her as nothing else did. She didn't want to see them as human, didn't want to think about how a loving person could have handed her the diary (but you didn't have to use it, did you? He didn't make you, you wanted to, whispered a small voice in her mind.). Without any conscious thought, Ginny felt her hand fly out and she hit him, one of her nails catching on his skin and leaving a scratch, and the connection was broken. She grabbed the wands he held and ran, determined never to look at Draco Malfoy ever again.
What I like most about this story is Ginny's progression from total denial to total capitulation--you built it up really nicely, considering how short this is. Thanks for posting it!
Author's Response: Yeah, it didn't turn out bad for a fic that went from conception to finished in about an hour. Sometimes fics just want to be written. :)
Author's Response: Thanks!
The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get.
Author's Response: Yup! Thank goodness I'm not the only one who knows the song. :D
Or not, depending upon your persepective.
I especially like the line, "but what she saw most was herself, thousands of reflections of the true self that no one else knew." That's very pretty, and a good imagery of what true love involves, in one girls opinion.
Thanks, though. It was worth postponing homework!
I've no idea about the song... I'm rubbish with lyrics... can't wait to hear which it is, though.
Author's Response: Thanks! Worth postponing homework is a high honor indeed.
Is the song The More You Ignore Me, the Closer I Get by Morrissey? I think I remember hearing it once and it sounds like that song.
Author's Response: Yes! Yay, someone besides me has heard of the song. :D Do you want a little drabble or something for guessing? If it's something short and sweet, I might even finish it before the next ice age. ;)
Woah. Our fluff-devoted Site Mummy has gone angsty! I enjoyed this so much, even though I'm not really one for the dark side of D/G. You write so beautifully... I'm totally jealous.
I know this is probably an awful guess, but the first song I thought of here was "Zombie", by the Cranberries.
Author's Response: I've been known to dabble on the angst side before - usually to very few reviews, so I go back to the fluff in a hurry for more reasons than just because I like it better. ;) And it's not Zombie, although the "in your head" theme kinda fits that, doesn't it?
Brilliant story... I particularly loved her description of what she saw in his mind.... AND her deprivation of things like flying because she knew he couldn't enjoy them. Just fab!
and my guess for song inspiration is "You Belong to Me" by Patsy Cline. A favourite of mine! ;)
Author's Response: A good guess, but not the song I'm thinking of. I actually used a fair chunk of the lyrics in the fic and the title, so it'll be totally obvious to someone who knows the (somewhat obscure) song.