No one ever knew what they would get when Draco Malfoy and Ginevra Weasley were in court, pitted against one another. But when one witness breeds jealousy between the two opposing attorneys, the shirts come off and skirts drop. A courtroom drama featuring shenanigans and a case of impotence.Category: Long and Completed
Written for alura_embrey for the 2011 DG Fic Exchange. Winner of Best Smut.
All Ginny wants is to get the upper hand just once with drool-worthy hunk of man candy and callous playboy Draco Malfoy before he moves on to his next careless conquest. So how did this simple plan lead to time travel, nefarious plots involving the most infamous whorehouse in the wizarding world, and the teenaged Draco’s achingly sweet, chocolate-flavored kisses? Even Draco Malfoy was innocent once, as Ginny learns all too well…Category: Long and Completed
Chapter ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN Quote of the Day:
THE LAST CHAPTER
The minutes ticked by, long enough for Ginny to know that against all reason, all common sense, she still wanted impossible things from him. But she would leave. Even after today, even when her body ached from him and for him, when she could feel that he had begun to shape her to him, she would turn around and leave him. I will, I will, she thought.
“You don’t understand,” said Draco.
“Oh?” Ginny said stiffly. “At least he hadn’t touched her, she thought. She would not be able to find the strength to pull herself away from him, and she knew it.
When a case of workplace sexual harassment leaves Ginny in a truly desperate state, the natural thing to do is to convince Draco Malfoy to pretend to be her boyfriend. Naturally.Category: Works in ProgressWritten for SunnyStorms in The DG Forum's 2015 Winter Fic Exchange.
The last thing Ginny expected when she got called into work was a promotion; and she certainly didn’t expect the disruption it would cause to her carefully constructed life.Category: Works in Progress
“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