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Hey, who wants to write me a drabble? *puppy eyes* Come on, you know you want to. A little D/G fluff is all I ask. My fluff-o-meter is on 'E'!
That's right, I have no shame. I will beg for fic. I'm not proud. My friends write good stuff.
That's right, I have no shame. I will beg for fic. I'm not proud. My friends write good stuff.
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It was only two in the afternoon, but Ginny Malfoy needed a drink. She poured herself a glass of sherry from the bottle in the discreet cabinet in her sitting room. She was still adjusting to the idea that she had a sitting room of her own, stocked with sherry, or anything else she might want to partake of, and that her sitting room was just one of twenty rooms in the wing of Malfoy Manor that she and Draco occupied. The drawing room alone was larger than the entire ground floor of the Burrow. It was quite disconcerting.
At the moment, though, Ginny's thoughts of the Manor were not nearly as disconcerting as her thoughts of the pair of shoes that were sitting on one of the antique coffee tables, taunting her. She had seen them that morning while walking through Diagon Alley, and had tried them on despite their price, which was likely more than her brother Ron made in an entire month as an Auror. But the shoes were chic and strappy, and made her legs look about a mile long, and she could almost imagine how Draco would react when she wore them, so she bought them anyway.
Now, she was having second thoughts. Ginny put the shoes on, and contemplated them in one of the mirrors conveniently placed around the room. They were beautiful, but there were so many other things she could do with money like that--useful things she could buy, or she could even give the money away to a good cause and it would be much better spent.
'Dear Merlin!' Ginny thought. 'What was I thinking?' She had just about decided to return the shoes when Draco walked in.
"Gin, have you seen my..." he began, then he saw her and stopped in his tracks. There was a long silence, then, in which Ginny held her breath. Finally, Draco asked, in a slightly strained voice, "New shoes?"
Ginny nodded very slightly. Draco looked her up and down once, then he made his way across the room so fast that Ginny thought he must have Apparated. He kissed her so fiercely that she thought she might explode. After what seemed like both an eternity and an instant, he pulled away.
"I like them," he said, embracing her once more.
"Maybe I'll keep them after all," Ginny thought briefly, before her thoughts were consumed entirely by her husband and much more pleasurable things.
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You are awesome! Thank you so much! I love it! Ginny's indecision is wonderful, I can almost hear her conscience speaking to her in her mother's tone of voice.
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Yes, I can see the Hermione in Ginny's thought process. Draco is lovely. He couldn't care less how much she spent on those shoes, as long as the reaction the evoke from him is rewarded!
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Ginny felt two cold hands on her eyelids, and she leaned back into Draco’s comforting chest.
“Guess who?” he whispered in her ear, a murmur full of promise, as he pulled her aside into an empty classroom.
Ginny smiled suggestively, whirling in his arms to face him. An expression of surprise flitted over her face for just a moment. Draco’s eyes hardened, and he pushed her roughly back against the wall, hovering an inch from her face.
“Who were you expecting?” he demanded, his voice a low growl as he reached down to kiss her neck, nipping the soft spot where it met her shoulder. She gasped in delighted surprise and slipped her hands inside the back of his shirt, tracing his spine with her fingernails. He sighed reluctantly as she continued massaging.
“Ginny,” he demanded. She simply smiled benignly as he continued his insistent explorations with his fingers. She tugged her head to hers and kissed him. It was so easy to want him.
“Ginny, you have to promise you’re mine.” He pushed his hands inside her robes, and she melted into his touch, enjoying making him wait. She whimpered a little as he pushed her waist against the wall.
“What will happen if I don’t?” she questioned ambiguously, her voice low and as seductive-sounding as she could manage. He traced a path down her chest with his teeth, pausing between her breasts to bite gently at the skin. She felt shivering tremors flit up and down her back like fairy wings. She decided to play this game more often.
Suddenly, Draco stopped, stepping back away from her. Ginny’s expression changed from delight to concern as she peered imploringly up at him.
“Draco?” she asked tentatively.
“Ginny. Please.”
She reached up to gently trace his cheekbone. She had always loved his cheekbones.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone at all, Draco. No one but you.”
Shaking his head at her audacity, he swept her off her feet into the warmest, most precious hug she had ever felt.
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You have become quite addicted to these little romantic encounters. It's ok, though, I like it! Thank you so much, Delaney dear! This was wonderful!
*loves Delaney (more)*
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Nope. Nothing D/G pre-written.
How about...
"Do you believe in fate, Draco?" she asked idly, one hand absently drifting through his thick, fair hair as he lay sprawled in her lap.
"No," he said. "I'm a Malfoy. We answer to nothing and no one."
She smiled. "Not even your wives?" Mock-threatening, she tightened her grip and tugged at his hair, just hard enough to grab his attention. Sometimes, she had learned, Draco was not as subtle and perceptive as he thought he was.
He grinned, looked up at her with bright, laughing eyes. "Except perhaps our wives."
"Good."
She must have looked too smug. There was only a second's warning before he twisted in her arms and wrestled her down, lithe muscles and perfect reflexes quickly pinning her down to the bed.
(and you can use your imagination to fill in what happens next)
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Love it! Thank you so much! Draco and Ginny need each other to keep their individual cockiness from growing unchecked. You're fabulous!
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Spring at Hogwarts is a beautiful sight, thought one Ginny Weasley as she lay on her back beside the glass-covered lake, idly twirling her wand above her head. Books and parchment were scattered around her on the grassy ground, pages fluttering in the soft breeze. She had being making the same lazy circles for near an hour but couldn’t quite sum up the guilt for ignoring her studies.
As a sixth year, Ginny found she didn’t car as much about studying incessantly as did others her age. With no looming OWLS in her way, and a year until NEWTS, she felt perfectly justified in doing nothing all day. Oh, she knew she’d regret lazing about later, but as soon as any niggling of the thought came into her head, she’d spot a butterfly and once again fall into daydream. Yes, life was good.
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Spring at Hogwarts makes me itchy, thought one Draco Malfoy as he sat rigidly on the east bank of the lake. The patch of grass before him bore his books, each with colored papers marking important pages of study. His quill lay forgotten on a nearby piece of parchment, slowly blotting a paragraph on the healing powers of bezoars. He would never admit it to anyone, but the stress of studying for NEWTS was beginning to get to him.
Sneezing for the tenth time in the last half hour, Draco growled in frustration. Coming outside to escape the crowded and dusty library had not panned out as well as he would have liked. His springtime allergies were kicking in at full force. He could feel his eyes begin to water and blur. Life sucked.
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Ginny was thrown out of her reverie by the sound of stampeding rhinoceroses. At least, that’s what it sounded like. She sat up too fast, making her head spin and looked around. Where was the awful sound coming from? Holding her hand against her brow to shield the sun, she stared across the lake and saw the source of her annoyance. Draco Malfoy was sitting on the opposite bank blowing his nose in a most inelegant way. Ginny growled in frustration. It was just like him to disturb her peace.
She lay back down in a huff, arranging herself back into a comfortable position. She didn’t care if the git was suffering from the Cruciatis curse; he had no right to break into her little sanctuary. And she had been having a great daydream, too. A golden haired god had just been about to carry her away into the sunset, complete with horse and dazzling chain mail. She sighed loudly before beginning to sing a song her mother had sung to her as a young girl. Anything to drone out the sound of Malfoy’s sneezing.
“Oh, when I young and in love with you…”
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Draco finished blowing his nose in time to see the ink blot from his quill begin to pool and spread, little veins of ink seeping into the parchment, creating a spiderweb of black script. He inwardly cursed and tried using his soiled handkerchief to wipe the excess away. In his haste, he only succeeded in making a larger mess. He could feel another sneeze coming on and immediately brought the ink soaked handkerchief back up to cover his nose. Just as he finished yet another round of harsh blowing, he heard it. The sound of someone softly singing wafted over the slight breeze to meet him. He looked across the lake to the opposite bank and saw a bundle of red hair pooled on the ground. The tune he heard could only be coming from the mouth of the person whose body connected to those flowing locks. Weasley, he thought contemptuously. Incensed, his temper flared. Before he could even think he found himself standing up and brushing the grass from his trousers, propelling himself towards the source of his anger.
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Ginny’s eyes were closed as she basked in the light of the midday sun. Her eyelids suddenly darkened as a shadow loomed over her. She grudgingly halted her song and opened her eyes to see a halo of golden light circle the head of a very angry looking Draco Malfoy.
“Just what in the bloody hell do you want?” she demanded before he could even speak.
“For you to stop that infernal noise. Is that what you consider singing? You sound like a herd of stampeding rhinoceroses, Weasley,” Draco said waspishly, glaring down his nose at her.
Ginny bit back the retort she had on her lips and clasped a hand over her mouth. Hadn’t she just thought that about him? She looked him square in the eye and saw smudges of what looked like dark dirt on his nose. Her fingers itched to wipe it off.
“You’ve got dirt on your nose, did you know? Just there,” she said softly and moved a hand as if to wipe it away.
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Momentarily stunned, Draco sat still as Ginny brought her hand up and gently wiped at the spot of ink. The feel of her cool hands on his skin made his stomach jump and he pulled away quickly.
“Malfoys do not get dirty. How plebian,” he barked out, slightly confused by her lack of indignance at his insult. He was planning on walking away, feeling that he had rather won this round, but stopped short when Ginny burst into giggles.
“Do you find something amusing, Weasley?” he asked, a dangerous cadence in his tone.
“Your…your…you…you’ve got ink all over yourself!” she gasped before falling into fits of raucous laughter.
Draco took a moment to look himself over. Indeed, his hands were ink stained, and the front of his robes were hopelessly spotted. He suddenly felt another sneeze on its way and grabbed for his handkerchief. It was a mottle mess of ink and snot. Apprehension dawned on him as he shoved the filthy thing back into his robe pocket.
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Ginny’s laughter died down as she watched Draco realize his mistake. It felt like an important moment, watching his guard go down as he, a Malfoy, made a cock-up. He looked pained as he shoved the dirty culprit back into his pocket. She realized that he was about to sneeze again. Without thinking, she took her own handkerchief from her book bag and handed it to him. After he thoroughly emptied his nose of all possible particles of snot, he grumbled a rough ‘thank you’ and held his head.
“Are you okay?” she asked tentatively.
“Allergies,” he mumbled back. Ahh, thought Ginny.
“Have you been to the Hospital Wing? I’m sure Madam Pomfrey has a Pepper-Up Potion or two lying around,” she suggested helpfully.
“Like I haven’t thought of that?” he said scornfully. Ginny’s smile disappeared as quickly as it had come, giving Draco a small pang of regret. “Sorry, I’ve just been dealing with these allergies for most of my life and nothing has ever helped,” he amended.
Ginny smiled impishly, “I know just the trick!”
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Anyway, the gist of it was that this should definitely develop into a longer story. It's evil to leave it at this point. Evil, I tell you. It begs for more story to be told. (It does, not me. I would never beg for fic... oh, wait, nevermind. Yeah I would.)
Thank you so much, love! I enjoyed it very much!
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And I just had to leave it here, as you'd do the same to me (and have)! :-P
Oh and you're very welcome, my dear. I do what I can. *bows*
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*whistles innocently*
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*****
She knocks, and waits. There is no answer. And she waits. After several minutes, she walks away, leaving something a small object outside the door.
When he returns home, he notices a bit of folded paper lying on the ground. As soon as his fingers brush it, it springs to life, fluttering about his head. After a few moments, it lands on his shoulder, the spell finally wearing out.
Cupping it in his hand, he sees that it is a worn, yellowed paper owl. With trembling hands he unfolds it, and reads the words added underneath his own.
Love you too.
And she waits.
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Thank you, Lyndsie! I love the paper owl. And your drabble-verse. You are awesome!