Title: A Girl and a Boy
Author Name: Rainbow Dreamer
Category: Shippy, Draco/Ginny
Point of View: D/G reader


My friends say I’m mad for reading D/G
But there’s something about it that appeals to me
I think it’s the concept that somewhere inside
There’s a part to each of us that’s true and just cannot hide
Draco might seem prejudiced and mean
Ginny might come across as minor and unseen
But put the two together and surprisingly you find
That their souls call to each other and they’re two of a kind
Each fic I read is different and new
Of clichéd ones there’s actually very few
So what I say is, get reading, and enjoy
Cos really it’s just about love between a girl and a boy.

Title: Tears of Sorrow
Author Name: Quis of Camelot
Category: D/G
Point of view: Draco

This is my song
For you and you alone
I remember the days
When we were so young
Each morning was a new adventure

Now it is nothing
The world is dark
Unwelcome, uninviting
Until you came back
Into my life

Red roses, strew'd
On the table
White roses, strew'd
On the floor
Yellow roses, strew'd
On the bed

Time has changed all of us
You never had the lines of worry
Before.

A pucker of your mouth
Suggests annoyance
A smile from your lips
Is rare
A hug from your arms
Is non-existant

I miss your smiles
I miss your voice
I miss your singing

Today I stand before your grave
With a bouquet of your flowers
Thinking of what could've been
And with our children

I miss you
I love you
I wait for you
My angel.

Title: Bitter Regret
Author Name: meso.moony
Category: D/G
Point of view: Draco


The soft breeze of Summer blows,
as your sweet serenity grows.
Bitter regret persists of deciding not to admit,
the love and cherish I yearn to commit.
You've always lifted my head up high,
though you may never notice how or why.
My heart in all,
its sweet essence in awe,
has succumbed to you,
Because your power to enlighten has pulled me through.
Time has made me wonder if you could ever be mine,
I could never resist your grace divine.
Mystery should revolve around you,
of whose soul still dares to follow you…

Title: Chronicles Of Me
Author Name: blazefury
Category: Draco/Ginny
POV: Ginny, speaking in third person.

She had once sat,
with the puppet master who lurked and played.
When she asked and whispered in a dead man's ear.
Won't you come out today?
She was entwined in darkness, and it tainted her slightly,
you see there - that black patch on her heart.
Not in entirety, but still.
She knew, of promises, and how they were useless,
sweet nothings whispered in one's ear,
as the knife twists in your back.
For hers was still there, in a shape of lightning bolt
-a scar.
What facades she could resurrect, she did
and licked her wounds, as she laid in the meadows,
the smell of burning pages reaching her nose.
Returning, with whispers, she stepped on all of them,
rising above, keeping her secret
of him visiting her in her sleep,
leaving her unbridled,
vulnerable,
seduced by his phantom touch, those hot flashes
all, never really fading away,
even when she clasped her hands against her ears
to stop the conspiratorial whispers,
in a loop, never stopping.
Lost and somewhat barren.
Till she stubbed out lost dreams.
Bitter.
Broken.
Watching everything slide…
Until she realised she would not bend
even with the ache so heavy on her chest.
Slowly pushing away at the frayed ends, as she had no
more tears to shed, her throat sore,
the mask fallen,
dissolved.
Did she dare?
Laugh, so hollow, cynical,
ask
Is the blood spilt, meant to save?

Part Deux, fresh, no longer weak,
unwilling to conform, to show the weakness
that was worn on her sleeve.
The ravens feasting on her divested skin,
infested with black lust and...
yesterday.
The smile she wore, not tight and curt,
more warm, welcoming,
free.
She thinks.
Oddment, tweak, her eyes laugh, mirth reflected,
as she leans across and catches her brother's eye,
a joke,


Woe betide you both! - giggle.


Her tongue, sweet, as a tangled lie,
sets up,
spun slowly with the ease of veritable cunning,
A trick she learnt somewhere perhaps?
And so many she knows, that she wants to share.
She knows also,
that he doesn't want her to hate,
more to get angry, so her cheeks are flushed and she
needs to bite her tongue from being vulgar.
She knows he wants attention and she
doesn't mind giving it, since she is
sought.
For shame.
He stares at her and all she can do is look back,
her hands fidgeting under the table.
She tries to read them, but she can't
see anything.
There is nothing, except..
something alien that she can't exactly fathom,
at that moment.
Where, the backs of their hands touch slightly,
his eyes boring into her neck, their frequent,
altercations,
so palpable.
Nothing less of course. - he drawls.
And then he answered her question.

Not really.

Save who exactly?

And she runs,
unsure
just like the first time,
And then it's all so...
free falling?
As the weight is lifted off her
shoulders, marked by teeth and lips
And she doesn't want it to end,
as hands, hands rove against skin, his own,
such pale contrast against hers.
And she whispers,
clutch,
struggling against the insane urge to;
oh...brightly coloured lights, never wanting it to end.
Spying pink marks along the trail of freckles
her
spine against a precipice,
willing flesh
getting torn into two; splintering
And all she's doing is drowning
as her hair tumbles around her tear-streaked face,
like blood from an open wound,
a tongue reaching out to lick his salty brow.

Breathe.

And she's lying flat, no longer
falling
with a shadow across her
face.

There was so much noise,
white.
Now, only, flowing sounds, lilting,
almost hypnotic.
His eyes are heavy lidded,
each staggered breath,
a close.
Each feeling,
intense and overwhelming as the next.
Smooth, long lines, each new flight,

Slow...

Lasting...

Satisfaction...

It was just one kiss,
like wind,
on soft sand.
It was.
Just.
Fingers, clenched,
around fabric,
before descending,
You were not meant to see,
but more to
-feel.
And listen to each breath,
blown across your skin.
Every arch thrown across the bridge,
every precipice against the wall.
hard,
yielding.
A deep crescendo...

His hair,
with moonlight poured,
bearing a false aureole,
And she laughs, as he whispers in her ear,
promises naught.
And she answers with the truth,
her faith,
her soul,
her brokeness lost,
her foreign tongue,
or are they her foreign words
alone.
Their solace sought,
as she crawls, her body a silhouette against him,
his hands wrapped around,
Both of them moving slowly,
Fitting perfectly,
moulded against one another.

Hold me

More…
Come.

And their eyes are closed.
Interlocked fingers,
Warm skin

Breathe.

A smile engraved upon their face.
Her eyes are open,
as he does not string her along for his own devious needs,
no disillusions to words,
but only brutal honesty
and harsh entanglements.
his tempest rage,
and soft touches,
mapping her body,
and his tongue tracing across her lips
in askance
and she closes her eyes,
letting go
of what was yesterday,
unravelled.

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That's the end. Ambiguous. It's a tale...of how things have gone. You can see this is Ginny's perspective, but it's in third.

This was written all in one go, so it's not entirely the best, but thank you for reading it.

-blaze

Title: Untitled
Author Name: Cursed4Life
Category: Draco/Ginny

Love is Rare
Life is Strange
Nothing Lasts
and People Change

Innocence is pure
Evil is tainted
Life is sheltered
and Emotions are painted

Colors are beautiful
Weather is calm
It can be written
Or it can be drawn

Passion is fire
Lust is ice
Love is desire
and taste is spice