hi! before i post this, just thought i'd say i'm new to the boards, but i've been a d/g shipper forever! and i've read a ton of d/g fics...everything from cassandra claire's to reiko's serpent's bride to my friends' antithetical to some of yall's round robins, etc.
anyway, the following just haunted me until i had to write it down. it's just the intro, and it is so far, plotless, but if yall think it's any good, then i'll try to develop it further. so please let me know what you think
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It was not until he saw the look of utter disbelief on her face that he realized he had made a mistake. He had not expected her to react this way, to react as if it was simply beneath him to pull a stunt like he just had. He was so used to people believing in the worst of him that it had honestly caught him off guard. He could not overcome it- she really was shocked that he had done it. After all those years of playing pranks on her older brother and company, he had assumed that she would take everything in stride. Maybe that she would even expect what was coming. He had assumed wrong.
With all that said, his once guiltless escapade suddenly backfiring on him, he suddenly had a conscience. And although fellow Slytherins stood applauding his latest endeavor to ruin the lives of the Gryffinors, he could not help but do one thing…
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She wasn’t dumb nor naïve. Unless you called the tendency to always believe in the best of people naïve. For she, too, sometimes saw it as a weakness. This…this inability to fall for the troubled ones, believing that she could ‘fix’ them, just as some people buy rundown houses and turn them into million-dollar mansions.
It was how her fixation with Harry had started; a scraggly boy with no knowledge of what he is, of what he was, of what he would be. She had put it in her mind that she would be the one to bring him to the reality of the magical world, to give him a glimpse of a life where he would for once be loved. Until she realized that she wasn’t the only one who loved him. And once this knowledge hit her, she could do nothing but watch as Hermione introduced Harry to a world that Hermione herself knew little about beyond books. But Ginny could not be bitter; no, these were her brother’s friends, and she could not become angered by the blindness that their friendship so obviously cultivated.
Instead, her attentions strayed to someone new. She had tried to drive it away, knowing that it would only end in tears. She subconsciously found herself skating the thin layer of ice between what she knew was right and what her heart was telling her to do.
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Draco’s fascination with Ginny could only be compared to a pyromaniac’s captivation with striking a match. The match would be lighted, and swiftly the flame would burn the matchstick, only to be blown out with a silent kiss at the last minute. And although his fingers might be charred, he could not help but light another and another, for the embers tickled his thoughts. Draco could not help but strike another match; his obsession with her red flames of hair, with her fiery personality, with her, refused to burn itself out.
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MOD NOTE: Inserted spaces between paragraphs, and you misspelled Gryffindors, so I changed it for you.
--Faith, 7/9