heheh, yah, Kaykos, adorable in a D/G way. *evil grin* I lvoe how people do sequences of emotions with the smilies on this forum.



See? ^-^

~Ryoko~

Hey I was bored and home sick so I read every post in this forum. All of the cookies were really good.


OK I was really bored today and no one was a home with me. I even workd on my fic today.

that was so good Jilly! I'd pick out one line but I loved the whole thing! Great job!

Later --
K

I haven't really had the time for my fics or cookies these days and have only mindless drabble.

Tears in Black and White
G

Ginny carefully thumbed her way through the photo album. Each photograph caught in its own brilliant memory. Capturing bright smiles and moments in glossy black and white.

She loved pictures like those and always made Colin give her copies before he soaked them in a potion he found that made his muggle photographs move like wizarding ones. She found them beautiful and in stark contrast to the ones that she was used to.

Swallowing thickly, she turned to the next page and her vision began to swim as tears filled her eyes. A single finger traced the familiar smirk that laid on his face, the cream like skin that her hands loved to roam, his thin lips that she loved to kiss, all framed in that one single moment and her heart ached as her lips began to tremble because the picture lied.

It didn't show how much he was suffering, how each moment was making him weaker than the next. It didn't show how he was slowly disappearing, how he never roamed the halls anymore. It didn't show his frequent absence from the Great Hall and it never showed how he had slowly left her life.

It never showed how he loved her.

And all she was left with, was this picture, that lied.

awww! That was so sweet. The flame that is my obessession with Draco Malfoy has once again been rekindled. That was an amazing little cookie, blazefury. Thanks for sharing. I dont have anything recently, but I hope to have one soon!

~Ryoko~

That was sad.... Good-sad, I mean...

EDITED BECAUSE I CAN'T POST TWO TIMES IN A ROW EVEN THOUGH PREVIOUS STATEMENT WAS POSTED MONTHS AGO


Title : Obsession
Rating : PG
Author Comments : D/G drabbleness...
Story Content:

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Ritual.

A weaving pattern of looks, timed glances.

Her hair reminded him of flowing blood, crimson stained, representing the presence of life. Life was blood and blood could only find starving cells with a heart. He was pale, with cold eyes and a gaping hole in his chest. Warmth radiated from her just as a chill followed him.

With wide, innocent, chocolate eyes she’d find him looking, startled surprise parting those pink lips. Every time.

One shift of his eyes and he’d devour her image. Consume that surprise, the way she blinked faster, her chest rising and falling ever so faster. He wanted to press a cold hand above the pulse on her neck and feel the quickened beats.

Never. He’d never touch that freckled skin, a map of her body. His chest would cave in and he would yearn, gray eyes softening. And she’d avert her eyes with an open defiance of him.

It was a ritual.

An obsession.
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~Faith~

Hey! I don't know where this came from. I don't. I suppose this is what I get from listening to Linkin Park [ ]... But WARNING! Tom angst ahead! And it is a bit mature, kiddies, but nothing that bad. PG-13, all the way, I swear!

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Her heart thuded against her chest like a fluttering butterfly, wings beating against the cage, his cage, enclosing her, keeping, never letting go...

Fingers traced a pattern across her skin and she thought of him, long sickle fingers and green eyes that were almost black, hovering over her. Voices, his voice, screaming, and aching. Pain kept inside for so long, reflecting onto her, becoming her. She thought of that when she should be thinking of grey eyes and and something that maybe wasn't so corrupting. But she thought of him instead.

Painted on her eyelids, and if she kept them closed, blonde became black and promises of something more, painted on her memory. With her, he wasn't gone, he was still there, still hers, and she was his...

She would perhaps always be...

She wondered if he knew that and she closed her eyes tighter and wished they could stay closed forever, and maybe tomorrow would be her thoughts. Fingers searched lower.

She overflowed seamlessly, drops of water sliding down her face and memories sharp inside her mind. She almost smelled the salt of those tears, and she could feel that touch, and those eyes so dark, and darker as they looked at her, through her, as if she were nothing but his meal of sorts, devouring her, every last molecule. He swallowed her down and she opened her eyes.

Grey eyes and blonde was what she saw, and Ginny smiled.

Tom smiled too, and he promised her promises, again. Words of devotion and love, that non-existent tomorrow lingering on her eyelids. She wondered if that was wrong, and Draco smiled back at her, and his words echoed those inside her mind.

And she thought that maybe a tomorrow was already here.

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Questions? Comments? Oh, it was horrible, I know!

I'll just go away...


~Faith~

HORRIBLE?!!! *beats Stars with a bashing-your-own-fic stick*

DONT SAY THAT! THAT WAS AMAZING! I loved it! It's sooooo good! I love Tom/Ginny/Draco stuff ever since we started talking about it with the DLA. Keep writing!

~Ryoko~

Ah Yes my first cookie coming up. This is just a little something from a new story that i'm working on.

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He could hear the shower running as he came to a halt outside the door. For a second he considered simply leaving the towels outside the door, but then he righted himself and grabbed for the doorknob. After all he was Draco Malfoy, not some spineless little wimp. So what if the girl unsettled him? All the more reason to confront her.

The door opened soundlessly and as he stepped into the hot steamy bathroom Draco nearly dropped the towels. She was in the shower alright. He had forgotten that the shower doors were transparent.

He watched her. She was facing away from him, letting the water run across her face and chest baring her lush backside to him. Her hair was longer than he had thought, not that you could tell by that messy bun she always kept it in, of course Draco had never paid much attention to the state of Ginny Weasley red locks ether. Released from its restraints it flowed down to the small of her back, curling slightly at the ends drawing his attention to the white creamy skin of her ass. He was overcome by a sudden urge to bunch all that glorious velvet into his hands, burying his face in it,

He groaned as that vivid mental image sends jolts of lust shooting straight to his groin. Why the hell was he getting exited at the thought of Ginny Weasley's skinny rear and fire red hair anyway? She was after all nothing but a muggle loving Gryffindor. Unfortunately his lower regions didn’t think the same way and Draco adjusted his pants with well-practiced ease.

He stood there for a moment pondering his options. He could leave the girl to his shower; go to his room for a sorely needed wank, before sending her back to that ramshackle lump of bricks she referred to as home. Or… or he could undress and join her in the shower. After all it wasn’t as if he didn’t deserve it… He had saved the chit’s life after all; a bloke should be rewarded for heroic bullshit like that.

The battle between his integrity and her body was short and swift, after all he was a seventeen year old boy with dubious morals and Ginny Weasley had a body to die for.

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Hope you enjoyed

:-) Lovely cookie, Aurora.

...So...here's my attempt at writing a D/G cookie/songfic.


Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.


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He remembered everything and nothing.

He remembered the exact shade of the sweater she was wearing that night, and the way the light had hit her brilliant red hair at exactly the right moment, and the smell of her perfume.


He remembered their exact conversations, and every nook and cranny of her apartment.

Everything, and nothing…


“ Sorry I’m late, Ginny.” He looked to see her stern face staring back at him, hands on hips in an eerie impression of her mother.

“ Really sorry.” He prompted, trying his best to look apologetic without seeming pathetic at the same time.

“ You kept me waiting for three hours, Malfoy!”

“ And all for good reason, trust me!” He hastened to tell her. She glared at him. Then--

“ This better be good.” She grumbled, before grabbing him by his scarf and dragging him into the warmth of her apartment, where it smelled of hot chocolate, cinnamon, and candy canes…

And soon, all thoughts about an ‘explanation’ was forgotten, and all he could think about was how soft her hair felt beneath his cold fingers.

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“ What do you think my mother would say if she saw me right now?” She asked, relaxing her head against his shoulder. He rolled his eyes.

“ She’d beat some sense into you.” She giggled, but struggled to keep a stern, shocked expression.

“ Are you calling me insensible, to stay here with you?” She asked, brow raised.

“ Oh, yes.” He smirked. “ What kind of demented freak would not only willingly stay in the same room with me, but shove her tongue down my throat, threatening to castrate me if I didn’t mirror the action?”

“ Me.” She replied cheekily, before pushing him down onto the floor, and proceeding to ravish the man beneath her.


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“ I got you a Christmas present.” She said softly, eyes shining expectantly.

“ Oh.” He stared at the small box in silent surprise, an odd feeling settling into his stomach.

“ Well?” She looked at him. “ Open it, silly!”

Brows knitted together in frustration, his hands reached for its shiny wrapping, carefully peeling away its surface to reveal what was underneath it.

A heart-shaped locket.

“ I was thinking—what do you get a heart-less bastard that’s got everything?” She mused, grinning happily. “ And then, I figured that he was missing one thing.”

“ I figured I’d give you a heart.” He was silent and solemn, and her eyes twinkled as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her head against his chest.

“ I can hear your heart beating, now.” She whispered.


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“ Merry Christmas, Draco.” She said to him, and she was wrapped up tight in his arms as they shared a hot mug of steaming hot chocolate, sitting by the fireside as they listened to the sweet sound of carolers outside…

And it was a merry Christmas, indeed.

And though it was snowing heavily outside—

He had never felt so warm in his life.


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“ What would my mother say if she saw me right now?” Only this time, she wasn’t smiling. She was biting her lip, trying hard not to cry, although her eyes were glazed over already, and her hands trembling hard.

He hadn’t thought he could feel everything at once; not like this. Anger surged through him like hot, burning fire, and her tears slowly running down her cheeks—those tears turned into his own invisible ones, desperately trying to douse the fire out…

In the end, the fire went out, and the wind burst in somehow, even through the tightly closed windows, turning the tears to ice that refused to be shattered.

“ She would beat some sense into you.” He said coldly. And the way she looked at him told him that she knew he was right.

“ You know, sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing here, Draco!” Her shouts used to be louder. Now they just seemed weak and too tired to string two syllables together.

“ Then leave.”

The silence within their merry house had never been louder.

“ Tell me again.” She said softly, grasping the table now. Her knuckles were turning white.

“ Leave.” He repeated, and he didn’t quite know what he was saying, because he didn’t mean for her to really leave. No, no, stop it. “ Leave, so you don’t have to imagine for another second what your mother would have to say about horrible me, or how horrible the look on your father’s face would be, or what your brothers would do to me if they ever knew.”

Sobs wreaked her tiny little body, and he ached to go to her and hug her and comfort her, save for the little barrier arrogance and pride had built.


And he thought she wouldn’t really leave. That it would just end in more tears, mortal tears that could quickly be wiped away with the sleeve of his expensive shirt.

But the door slammed, bringing in colder air, and it left him in a darkness that harbored not even a weak shred of light.


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“ It was just a silly dream, in the end, Draco.” Her voice sounded forced, and monotone. She was preaching to him about something even she didn’t believe.

“ Oh?”

“ We were living a fairy tale, Draco.” She looked so helpless. “ Not in this real world.”

“ I see.”

“ I’m going back to my family. It’s what I really need. You go live your life, Draco, and don’t let me tie you up anymore.”

She was turning to leave, and though he had expected some look of utter regret upon her face, it was surprisingly blank.

Blank and pale.

But determined.

“ Here.” A flash of gold, and she held in her hands the locket she had given to him for Christmas. She shook her head, and for a moment, her brown eyes sparkled again, with sadness.

“ No. You keep your gift.”

He wanted to scream at her. No, he didn’t want to keep her gift, he didn’t ever want to see it again.

It dropped to the floor, looking small and miniscule.

She turned and really left this time, never looking back.



Everything seemed to gray and dusty in this house.

He bent down to pick up the locket; the chain had broken.

A bitter cold washed over him, biting at his very being.

He cracked a wry smile.

For something that had merely been an illusion fairy tale, it sure hurt an awful lot.

It hurt like it only could in the real world.


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Had.

Had hurt.

Time passed as fast as that winter had, and now, time was no matter to him anymore.

She had perhaps insinuated that maybe they would see each other again, but they had both known that they would never see each other again.

Another lie coated in a non-existent hope.

He had distantly heard that she was somewhere in a warm, snug house with an equally warm husband with loads of bubbly children and lots of Christmas presents sitting under the tree.

If he were able to feel anything, he would have felt nostalgic at the image that floated into his mind.

He would have remembered their own Christmas, and how beautiful things had been.

But now, the only things he could remember were…things.

Feelings faded away with the dim sun, only they didn’t return.

They didn’t even linger anymore, keeping him warm from time to time when he felt coldest.

He could only remember the exact price of the scarf he had gotten her, and the weight of the gold locket in his palm, and only how tall the Christmas tree had been, and how long it had taken them to finish licking their candy canes.

He felt like a stranger to the only thread of memory that insisted that he had once known what it felt to kiss her, what it felt like to talk quietly into each other’s ears until sleep claimed them, what it was like to want a being so much that everything else paled dully in comparison…


Now it was deemed meaningless.



Just a fairy tale he whispered to the empty air.



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And a rock feels no pain;

And an island never cries.



-fin-

Aurora: hahahahah that was so wrong! lol. not to be taken offensively, mind you, but it was a rather...'risky' situation you've put our two lovebirds in, though it was written very well.

Verdant Demon: Wow, what an incredible take on Draco. I'm in awe. Very very well done. By the way, what does Verdant mean? I'm sure I heard it before....or maybe my mind's playing tricks on me.

Cheers
~Ryoko~

EvilRyokoJesse--Thank you for your compliment Oh, and verdant means lacking experience or sophistication; naive.

Aurora ~ Tsk, tsk. Naughty, naughty. But very enjoyable...

verdant demon That was breath taking. I think that was the first time I cried over a fanfic, not to mention a cookie. There was nothing unsofistcated about that. I feel like such a nancy, sitting here crying like a emoitional nut, but it was worth it. That was... *faints*. haha

verdant demon-- hahah, "true dat". (I hate it when people say that and actually mean it! Such silly people! er...no offense if you do....) But yeah, that was amazing, I'll say it again. You dont seem unsophisticated at all, though the thought of a naive demon is interesting....*thoughtful*

Sassychic-- YOU SAID NANCY!!! *dies of laughter*


~Ryoko~

Too Bad We Hate Each Other.

Ginny Weasley walked down the large stone steps to the Great Hall. It was the Valentines day dance and she was there with Dean. Everyone looked so great. Harry in his black tux, Ron in his green. Hermione in her long red dress, Paravati, Lavender, and Pansy in their red as well.



All was silent as Ginny appeared. She had on a long Green dress with her red hair reaching well past her knees.



She had a flower by her ear and her mothers diamond necklace placed delicately on her pale neck. Lavender had tried to get her to wear a tiara, but she didn’t like it. It would bring to much attention to her.



‘More attention than this?’ she asked herself.



She walked up to Dean. His eyes were huge. Ginny took the hand that was held out for her.



“Wow. Ginny! I mean, you look…” Ginny smiled.



“Thank you Dean.” She walked over to her brother.



“Hello Ron. Smashing tux by the way…” He blushed under her grin.



“Hermione made me wear it!” Hermione gave his ear a flick.



“I did not. I said black, but you insisted on that hideous color.”



Ginny walked with Dean to the middle of the floor.



“Come on Ginny. I’m sure you dance a lot better than me. At least teach me a little.” Ginny smiled.



“Alright.” He slid his arms around her.



“Well, move your fee- OW! Ok, now I know what you meant by I dance a lot better. Ok, move your feet, but not on mine please!” Dean smiled as he got the box step down.



“Now that we have that, how about a dance I can do?” Ginny gave him a queer look.



“And what dance would that be?”



“The Chicken Dance!!” He started doing the chicken dance.



Ginny laughed and ran back to the table saying, “I never met him before in my life!”



Draco Malfoy walked past the table. My but the little Weasley had grown! No longer the timid little girl that followed Potter and his goons around. Instead she had her own goon- friends. She had gotten quite pretty as well. Her eyes had darkened to a rich, misty green. Her hair even looked softer than before… She even danced like an angel…



‘Whoa! Get a hold of yourself Malfoy! What’s the matter with you? She’s a Weasley for Merlin’s beard!’ But that didn’t stop him from thinking about her. She was about three inches shorter than him at his 6’2. She was a good four inches taller than Potter.



The thought of that made him grin.



Malfoy walked slowly over to her table. The laughter quickly faded as he approached. Weasley gave him a glare.



“What do you want, Ferret?” It took all of his strength not to pounce him. Potter was holding him back.



“Nothing that concerns you Weasel.” He brushed past him until he was face to face with the girl.



“What do you want?”



“Granger, step aside.” When she didn’t move, he lifted her by the shoulders, and moved her over.



Ginny was sitting beside her brother now, and Thomas on her other side. I held my hand out to her, and she looked a bit confused.



“Would you care to dance Miss Weasley?” In a bit of shock, she felt her body raise off the chair and she placed her ivory hand into his own.



She turned and saw her brother, her date, her brothers date, and Potter looking at her. As the two got to the middle of the floor, a perfect slow song was played.



Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold




Ginny felt red rise to her cheeks as Malfoy’s arms slid around her thin body. He was a much better dancer than Dean was. That was for sure. He suddenly started singing the words in her ear.


Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay




Ginny blushed as the words were recited into her ears. This was just as she imagined it. Only the person was wrong. She wished she was dancing with Harry.


But you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
But you are not alone




Ever since Harry had asked Lavender out, her whole world was just messed up. She loved him so much, but he couldn’t care less about her. Sure they were friends, but she had a closer shot with Professor McGonagall than she had with Harry.


'Lone, 'lone
Why, 'lone

Just the other night
I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come
And hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand
Then forever can begin



Malfoy was now just as confused as Ginny. He thought he loved Pansy! But god she was annoying… The girl couldn’t go to the bathroom without his company! He suddenly found himself singing in the girl’s ear!



‘Oh damn! What the hell am I doing?? She must think I’m nuts!’

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay



Ginny found her body swinging with his as she began to dance instead of be frozen with both arms around his neck.



‘Ok, this is better! I can get used to this.’ She rested her forehead against his shoulder as he continued to guide her along the silver dance floor. Neither of them had noticed that everyone had stopped dancing to watch them.

For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone




Malfoy stopped singing for a second to look up.



“Ginny,” he whispered.



“Ginny look. Everyone’s stopped. They’re watching us!”


Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'
And girl you know that I'll be there
I'll be there




“What do you say we make a run for it?” He gave her a strange look.



“On three, you take my hand and run. Ok? One… Two…”


You are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart




“Three!” He took her hand and ran out into the back garden. When they made it to the door, they jumped out. They ran as far as they could until they both reached the fountain at the back quarters of the garden. The fountain was beautiful. It was made out of crystal and it spouted the clearest water imaginable. In the fountain were seven doves, and four branches of lilies.


For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay




Malfoy slid his arms around her and they continued to dance as the music was playing outside as well. She giggled as her arms tightened around his neck.



“My brother will kill me when we get back!” She leaned her head back, her neck bared to him. Her giggles made him shiver. She stood her neck back up and just looked at him.


For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart




Malfoy slid his arms around her and lifted her up onto the fountain. She slid her green satin shoes off her feet and stood up on the beautiful crystal. As she walked around the fountain, she found that Malfoy was staring at her. She grinned widely, and tripped on a glass rose. She screeched as she fell, but was soon caught by Malfoy.


For you are not alone...



Ginny looked up and saw him looking at her. Before he could stop himself, he had lowered his head and kissed her softly. Ron and Harry ran out, having heard the scream.



“Wh- Virginia Genevieve Weasley!” Ginny looked up from Malfoy, and walked sullenly over to her brother, sliding her shoes on.



“Goodbye Malfoy…”
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Hehehe, I wrote that a while ago as a ficlet, and now it's going to be a series! hehe

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1566603

Yay! That was so adorable! But you called him Malfoy the whole time...*sniff*

I havea relief cookie I wrote with Fiend. Kind of funny, kind of bad, but if you like it please say so! Ginny was forced to sit with Blaise and Draco on the Hogwarts Express on the way to school because the Dream Teeam shut her out. She's, well, bored.

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Some hours later, Draco had fallen asleep over his lengthy letter that seemed to consist of “Dear Mum, I’m fine and Harry Potter’s a bloody git.” His eyes were eerily half-open (which made her quickly forget trying a hex on his sleeping form), and his mouth was closed (unlike Ginny who sometimes drooled when she slept). His hands were left loosely in his lap over the parchment, his head leaning back on the seat and his hands crossed comfortably in his lap. Darn him, Ginny had thought viciously when she first noticed he’d fallen asleep. He looks rich even when he’s sleeping.

Ginny turned toward the window. Frankly this was the most boring trip to Hogwarts she had ever had, and with her worst enemy at that! For a moment she felt a small twinge, the absence of satisfaction biting at her side, but she soon dismissed it. She would much rather be bored than fighting with her compartment members the whole time. She should be grateful.

But now he had to think of a way to deal with boredom.

Scrunching her eye brows, she gave it her best pondering look and browsed ideas. Maybe she could go to sleep…..nah; she’d end up drooling on Malfoy’s shoulder. Ginny shuddered momentarily at the thought.

Maybe she would just count cows. Leaning her head on the window, she let the words tumble form her lips blankly.

“Cow, cow, cow, two cows, one cow and a calf,” she giggled. Maybe this would be fun. “Three cows, cow, Siamese cow.” She giggled again, then with an “oops” expression turned to the two sleeping Slyths next to her. She desperately didn’t want another verbal scolding from that Zabini guy, but she couldn’t help sniggering when Draco rolled his head on the back of the seat and let his hands fall to his sides, knocking the large feather quill he had been using to the empty seat space between them.

Wheels started turning in Ginny’s head, and an idea wound its way into her mind, snaking around her brain and squeezing tight. As much as his half-open eyes gave her the creeps, she was ready to face it for this moment of triumph. Quietly, holding her breath and keeping her eyes on Draco’s, she wrapped her pale, freckled fingers around the gaudy writing utensil innocently awaiting her grasp and snatched it away. Grinning form ear to ear and giddy as a school girl, she performed the hex Fred and George taught her in her 4th year (they also helped her with a few variations of the Bat Bogey hex) and tossed the quill towards Draco, where it instantly swung into place: poised just before his forehead.

She resumed her counting, apt to spill into a fit of hilarity at any moment, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Cow, cow, two cows”

Suddenly, a groan of tired frustration was heard, and she turned to face Draco who had woken up, looking very aggravated indeed, whilst Ginny’s expression was thoroughly amused.

“What the-”

Draco’s brows furrowed in rage and sleepy confusion when he saw his quill floating centimeters from his forehead and the bright head of a Weasley smirking at him. He quirked an incredulous eyebrow at the look she gave him. Where had she learned a face like that? It was just too Malfoy-esque for a Weasel to be allowed to do it! And anyways, he had been having a good dream, and now she looked like one of the fiery goddesses he had been watching, completely destroying a once-enjoyable memory. Now he’d only think of their resemblance to the Weasel and not their half-clothed bodies.

That last thought hadn’t been quite right. He shook his head, and let his irritated anger flood him again with her next words.

“What’s wrong, Malfoy, cat got your tongue? Don’t look at me, I’ve only been counting the animals,” she said with an air of mock-innocence. Draco almost growled. Who was she to-

Ginny spoke like she meant it, like she was saying the foulest curse in the world (something akin to the way she sounded when she said Draco’s surname).

“COW”

Something pierced Draco’s skin, hard, and then the pain began to drag down his forehead until it reached the area right between his eyebrows. Quickly throwing a hand up on instinct, he wrenched the ink-drenched quill from his head and glared, full-force, at Ginny.

She laughed, pointing at him as he performed a Healing Spell on the small wounds he’d just obtained. The act of relentless entertainment was enough to set Draco on fire, make him hate her so much he was ready to strangle her, but then…..something flooded over him. Something like…..respect?

“Cow?” he said, reluctantly laughing quietly now, trying to make it look like he was laughing at her, as if this joke had been so pathetically planned out he couldn’t stand it. But it wasn’t. She had been so…..creative with it. She must have learned it from those two brothers of hers, the twins, Fred and George.

“Where the heck did you learn that, your idiot twin brothers?”

Of course, he was still angry, who wouldn’t be? But he really wanted to know. She seemed she was turning into a fair opponent, and he didn’t want to end up with his breakfast transfigured into dung beetles one morning, just because he had missed a little Weaslett growing up a bit. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, they said, an adage he happened to be quite fond of.

Ginny glared. If she said yes, which was really the truth, he’d be the one laughing then, but she was determined not to let him know she was caught, even though he seemed to know he was already winning.

“Why, so you can learn a few tricks yourself? I thought Malfoys didn’t need help from Weasleys. Didn’t your dear old daddy teach you that one along with ‘avada kedavra’?” she asked, feigning curiosity.

Forget the respect. She was asking for it.

His wand was in his hand faster than you could say “alohamora”, the tip inches from her round, speckled, Weaslett nose, and his hand grabbed her collar, pulling her roughly towards him.

Ginny felt her suddenly heart leap ten feet into her throat, her mouth falling open with shock and fear, and she gulped around the large lump, raising her wide chocolate eyes to his narrowed silver ones. She could see every bright slice of color carved in his irises, and she pictured a bullet bursting through glass, shattering the clarity and leaving destruction that looked almost like art.

When he finally spoke, it was with edged with a ferocity that would have made her cry out if it hadn’t been said in a near whisper, the moment so akin to the many moments with Tom, back in the Chamber with his anger and his startlingly bright eyes. She could feel his hot breath on her own trembling lips, making her close her eyes tight and hold her breath, and for a second the memory and the reality molded together as words she’d heard before bit once again at her tormented mind.

“Don’t talk to me about my father.”

He dropped her and left, with no idea just how much revenge he’d gotten.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~Ryoko~

Ryoko... WOW.

It was funny... And then Tom came into the picture; it fit so well. Thank you. This is a good way to start off the day. With a great cookie!

And the cows were hilarious, by the way.


~Faith~

Hehehe, thanks a lot. The cows were really fun to write about. Oh and I got the character list fine in the PMs. Thanks again!

~Ryoko~

Wow, these are all really great *blush* and here I am just posting a screen play. It was inspired by the barbies I mutilated the other night with my friend (I made a mullet barbie ) Well, here it is:

D: *grabs barbie doll* What in the name of Pearl is this?
Gi: It's a muggle toy, it's called a barbie. They make all kinds. *dumps a truck-load of different looking barbies onto the floor and walks away*
D: B.loody h.ell! This looks like POTTER! *holds up black haired knock off of Ken* Eeee hehehehe. *takes a pair of scissors*

(Harry now has short, almost buzzed in some parts, hair and the shirt is folded up so that it looks like he is wearing the top part of a bikini with short shorts on... they were Barbie's but Draco enlarged them)

D: (Harry doll) Oh boo frickity frickin boo, I'm Harry Potter. Everyone loves me except the one I love. He loves the girl I rejected! (enter suave looking Ken-ish Draco)
D: (Draco doll) I DON'T WANT YOU... I SHALL NEVER WANT YOU!
D: (Harry doll) Nooooo, my loooooove!
D: *makes Draco doll have chex with Ginny doll*
*Ginny walks in*
G: You have some insecurity problems...

LMAO!

This was the best line:

I was reading through the cookies, and couldn't help but notice how wonderful they were.


Title: Excerpt from Chapter 7
Rating: PG?
Summary of Cookie: A candlelit Christmas dinner on the roof of the Astronomy Tower. Romantic!Draco, Drunk!Ginny and of course, a kiss.
Full story: The Hopefully Non-Magic Diary of Ginny Weasley


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Then I reached the roof.

 

Then I saw Draco.

 

 

Then I nearly fainted. 

 

 

 

In the middle of the roof there was a table lavished with the most extravagant table cloth, sitting on top of it an elegant candelabra—and hot damn—food, more food, sparkling silver that nearly blinded me, wine, and crystal wine goblets!  The whole of it illuminated by the glowing candles set in the middle simply completed it.  Contrasting with the black night that hung thinly around us, I stared like a complete idiot. 

 

         “ What the hell?”

 

I was never too eloquent.  Luckily, Draco seemed to take that as a compliment.  He smirked smugly, and gently took my arm before leading me toward one of the chairs at the end, pulling it out and motioning for me to take a seat.  Which I did.  Because I seriously thought I would faint at how romantic this was. 

 

         “ Y-You?” I sputtered incoherently.  He took his own seat on the other side. 

 

         “ Yea.”  A million questions buzzed through my head, all of them eager to get out at once.  So instead, I said something else.

 

         “ It’s wonderful.”  And I think that’s the first time I ever said that, and meant it.  He shrugged modestly, to my own amazement.

 

         “ It wasn’t much.  I had the House-Elves help me.  It was all them, really. I just sat back and ordered them around a bit.”

 

         “ Oh, but that’s so thoughtful!” I gushed happily.  “ A candlelit dinner on the roof of the Astronomy Tower on Christmas!  Why, you are romantic, aren’t you Draco?” I half-teased, knowing very well that he would scowl or otherwise disapprove of such thoughts. 

 

         “ Ew.” He made a face.  “ Don’t get too happy, Weasley—this is what I do for all the girl’s that I’ve snogged at least twice.  It’s just all part of the Malfoy charm.”  I suddenly stared at his serious face.  Every girl? So I was just a fling!!  My heart drooped a bit, along with my smile, and I felt jealousy running through my veins.  Maybe I would just take this bottle of wine and knock him over the head with it… 

 

He must have seen the look on my face, because he quickly gave a grin. 

 

         “ I’m only kidding!  Geez, have a sense of humor!”  I relaxed a little at that, but still not completely believing it.

 

         “ I do have a sense of humor, Draco.” I sniffed. “ It’s just you who is not funny.” 

 

         “ Uh-huh…” He was trying hard not to burst out laughing.  “ So?  Aren’t you hungry?  Eat already!”  I stared down at the heaps of delicious food before me, and was reminded of how hungry I really was by a timely growl from my stomach. 

 

         “ Mmm.” I moaned, taking the first bite of food I could get my hands on.  I was half tempted to forget silverware all together and just dive my head in the food, forgetting all etiquette.  I was never one for manners, anyway.  “ Dis good.” I mumbled through a full mouth.  Draco, on the other hand, was taking small, portioned bites like I expected a rich little boy like him to do.  He looked at me with half amusement, half disgust at my fervor to shove as much food as possible down my throat.  And as if to spite him, I grinned at him and continued to do so, chewing loudly and relentlessly.

 

         “ Well, Weasley—quite the pig, you are, aren’t you?” He said after a moment’s silence with nothing but my loud gnawing.  He uncorked the bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. 

 

         “  Yes, I am.”  I glared at him threateningly.  “ You have something to say about it?” 

 

         “ No, no.  Continue to inhale your food, and don’t blame me when you barf later.  I suppose it isn’t like you Weasleys would know any better, food being such a rarity what with your lack of money.”  If we had been on less-friendlier terms, I might have been very offended by this.  But he was still smiling, though trying to hide it by taking a sip of his wine. 

 

         “ Yo absowooty wite, Draco.” I nodded, spitting out crumbs of food as I said this.  Chewing quickly, I swallowed.  “ Very generous of you to give me such extravagant food.  But really, you must be hungry too, aren’t you?”  I raised an eyebrow as calmly as I could. 

 

         “ Yes.  That’s why I’m eating.” He addressed me like I was a halfwit.  But I smirked. 

 

         “ Then stop with the bloody prim-and-proper shit.  It’s just you and me—you’ve got no one to impress.  And quite frankly, it annoys me.”  He stared at me glumly, before waving his hands around sarcastically.

 

         “ Oh, no—please don’t tell me you’re annoyed!”  He said in a mock high-pitched voice. 

 

         “ Shut up.”  He merely snickered, but I noticed he ate more rapidly afterwards, not caring so much whether or not his mouth was full when he ate.  Halfway through stuffing myself and watering it down with (very good) wine, I let out a little burp and sighed, staring at him.  My face felt very flushed. 

 

         “ You know—I reckon that all this wine isn’t really good for me, Draco.”  I gave a small hiccup.  He grinned somewhat maliciously. 

 

         “ You’re drunk.” He stated. 

 

         “ Drunk? Pssh.  I’m not drunk, stupid!”  I squinted my eyes and pushed my chair away from the table.  “ I’m full.  That’s what I am.  But not drunk, oh no…” 

 

         “ Whatever you say, Weasley.  You always were a horrible liar.” 

 

         “ You’re evil.” I whined.  “ You’re planning to get me drunk on this beeeuooooooo-tiful Christmas night, so you can have your wicked way with me!”  He seemed to be highly amused by this, because I could see his eyes glittering in the dim candlelight. 

 

         “ Aw, you’ve figured out my exact intentions, Weasley.” He said.  “ 10 points to Gryffindor.”  I nodded in satisfaction.

 

         “ And mind you—if I were in a lesser mood, I wouldn’t ‘ave let you gotten me drunk, even if it is just a teensy weensy bit.” 

 

         “ Thank you, then.” 

 

         “ You’re very welcome.”  I sighed, and let out another sigh/hiccup. Draco got up, smiling more to himself to me, and looking very tall, he walked over to me and scooted my chair completely out, holding out his hand.

 

         “ Am I going home now?” I frowned.  “ I don’t really feel like going home.”  He pulled me up, and I put my hand to his cheek, which was still cold, unlike my cheeks. 

 

         “ Going home? You’re not going anywhere, Weasley.” He said, looking at me with dark eyes.  “ There’s more of that—“ He gestured at the empty wine bottle.  “—where it came from, and it’s still rather early.  Do you really think I’d let you go?”  I breathed out (I hadn’t noticed that I had been holding my breath), and felt wonderful tingles because he was so close to me.

 

         “ I hope you don’t let me go.” 

 

He just chuckled, and then he let me go while he got another bottle of wine from underneath the table. 

 

         “ You’re a bad boy, Draco.” I commented flimsily, trying hard to stand on my own two legs. “ Drinking too much…” 

 

         “ I am very bad.” He agreed.  And I remember I was very happy, because it was so rare that he was so agreeable toward everything I said.

 

         “ So, what are we doing?  Just drinking more?  But what if I have to go take a piss?” 

 

         “ Don’t be stupid.” 

 

         “  Okay.” I said seriously.  “ I’ll try not to be.”  He was right.  I was being an idiot. 

 

He turned around once more and produced a small basket.

 

         “ Wow, you’re really prepared.” 

 

         “ I do try.” 

 

I spread my arms flamboyantly and struck a pose, trying to smile seductively at him.

 

         “ So, tell me, Mr. Malfoy!  What is it that you have planned for me this evening?”  He, on the other hand, looked a little nervous.  He licked his lips and approached me slowly, hand rummaging around in the basket.

 

         “ Don’t think I’m some kind of romantic, like you mentioned earlier, because I’m NOT.  But…this—this is something…I guess I learned from father…and well, I heard this kind of thing worked when wooing women.” He seemed almost shy.  Even in my slightly tipsy state, I stayed silent, and watched in anticipation.

 

         “ What, Draco?”  But without answering, he took out a light blanket and walked over to an empty part of the roof, spreading the blanket out on the cold ground. I stared at him, puzzled. 

 

He patted the ground, and I went over and sat down.  He sat down beside me.

 

         “ I was just thinking, we could lay down here and just talk—talk about anything you like, really…and if you want, we can just stare at the stars or anything like that…and we can just share Christmas together.”  He seemed very anxious for my approval.  But I—I was currently staring at him with half awe. Maybe such a thing wasn’t much, but I—I, the dateless girl whose first real kiss had been Malfoy—this kind of thing sounded like an absolute fairy tale.

 

         “ I think I’m in love.” I said truthfully, being more blunt and honest than I have ever been before.  His slack face widened into a grin.

 

         “ Yes, well I do get that kind of reaction from women…”  I laughed and slapped him playfully on the shoulder, before lying down beside him.  He uncorked the bottle of wine and began to sit up to get the glasses, but I stopped him.

 

         “ No need, silly.”  I snatched the bottle from him and took a large swig.  He sighed and lay back down, resting his head on his arms. 

 

         “ You know, it isn’t so cold anymore.” I said thoughtfully. 

 

         “ Hmm…might be because of all that wine you drank…”  I giggled loudly and rolled over towards him, finding myself resting my head on his chest.  He didn’t seem to mind.  Then we lapsed into a brief silence—but it was not uncomfortable.  I sat there, gnawing at my cheek as I thought about everything and nothing.  It was, to tell you the truth, very peaceful.

 

         “ Stars are very pretty things.” I said suddenly. Looking at the sky, I felt a wave of unusual melancholy sweep over my body. I felt very lonely all of a sudden, even though I was next to Draco Malfoy, who I suspected I had a gigantic crush on.  It was one of those instances when you longed for someone to tell all your secrets to…

 

Maybe this was what happened when you were drunk.  Your determination to keep walls around yourself simply started to disappear.  Maybe you just felt like you needed to tell someone everything, and you weren’t so worried what they would think.  Maybe…

 

         “ I guess so.” He replied, shrugging.   

 

         “ They all have a place of their own up there, you know.” I was starting to ramble now, but the bigger part of me refused to care. Moreover, Draco was listening to me so intently that I didn’t want to stop.  I took in a huge gulp of air, grasping the blanket beneath me. 

 

         “ People…people aren’t really like that.”  My face folded into a small frown.  “ People aren’t as pretty as stars, and people don’t have a place of their own in this world.  A lot of time people are lost.”  I knew I was spitting nonsense. And then another small voice asked if I really was.  Maybe I wasn’t.  Because I felt my eyes suddenly blur, the vision in front of me growing unclear, and there was a thick knot in my throat. 

 

Draco’s cool fingers touched the top of my head, and he sat up to look at me.  I wished he wouldn’t.  He was silent for a moment, as if not knowing what to say. I wondered when this evening had turned so serious.

 

         “ Are you lost?”  He looked concerned.  And that was so unlike himself, I didn’t know what to do.  I nodded, rubbing the bridge of my nose and trying to keep all these strange feelings at bay. 

 

         “ I’m somewhat of a failure, you know.  I live my life knowing nothing but simple contempt for every aspect of it.  I’ve never known myself to do something right—maybe I have—but I’ve never felt any satisfaction towards myself. I…I feel like I don’t really know my own place in this world…”  I trailed off, feeling the tears burst through the barricades and rush down my cheeks.

 

My head was bent low now, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tears.  But he had.  And he probably thought I was crazy, bursting into tears like this.  Psycho girl, with crazy mood swings.  He would probably hate me. 

 

But his cold hands were lifting my chin up, and I was forced to look at him.

 

         “ Ugh.”  I tried to laugh, shaking my head.  “ I probably look like a mess now.  Drunk and crying!“  He did not laugh. 

 

         “ I think you’re beautiful.”   And because I didn’t know what to say, I laughed again, though half-heartedly.  I stopped, letting my voice fade off.

 

         “ Do you mean that?”  He paused, looking at me strangely. 

 

         “ Yes.”  And something about the way he said that yes, the way he said it with such simple conviction, brought a smile to my face and—

 

That was when he leaned in and kissed me. 

 

It was so gentle and soft, like the wind flitting over your skin…

 

And I believed, at that moment, that I was in love.

 

 

 

 

 

Oooo! That was very nice, seven years. I like Ginny being insightful like that, and it was abit amusing when she was all tipsy and such.

~Ryoko~