"Desperado" and "Diseased"
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My Table of Fire and Ice Prompts
Claim: Harry Potter: Draco/Ginny
Title:Desperado
Author:Davesmom
Characters:Draco, Ginny, Trio, all of Potterverse
Prompt:Fandom Cliche
Rating:PG13
Length: long
Brief summary: I think I picked this as the cliche category because in D/G fandom the cliches run to: overbearing brother, some sort of 'running into one another', and 'abused and beaten' Draco. This story has all of them, but is still a very very enjoyable read. Trust me... you'll hate Lucius and Narcissa even more than you do already! ;)
The way the tables were set up, she would have to pass the Slytherin table to get to her own. Sometimes students dating someone in another house would eat at one another's table for the weekend meals, but during the week everyone generally stayed with his or her own house.
Ginny glanced quickly toward the Gryffindor table and saw that Natalie had saved a spot for Ginny next to her. She smiled and started over, but found her way blocked. Malfoy was lolling lazily with his back against his table, elbows resting on it and his long lean legs stretched out just enough to make Ginny have to stop or step awkwardly over him. He gave her a smug grin and Ginny promptly forgot that she was afraid of him. She scowled at him and glanced at his legs barring her path. He only smiled more broadly, waiting for her to say something. Instead, she drew back her foot and gave him a good hard kick in the crossed ankles. As he yelped and drew his legs back, Ginny stomped past. She ignored his muttered oath and some snickering comments from the Slytherins who had witnessed the incident.
"Wow!" Natalie exclaimed in awe as Ginny slid in beside her. "I can't believe you just did that!"
"Did what?" Ginny asked innocently, spooning some rich, meaty stew into her bowl.
"You know," Nat lowered her voice but her eyes were still wide with amazement. "You just booted Malfoy! Hard, too, by the look of it!"
Ginny shrugged, refusing to follow Nat's eyes to where Malfoy was, no doubt, glaring at her.
"Great Gods!" Natalie breathed, "What a look! If he was staring at me like that, I'd pass out on the spot!"
Link to the story: Desperado
Claim: Harry Potter: Draco/Ginny
Title:Diseased
Author:Serpent Princess
Characters: Draco and Ginny
Prompt:Character Study
Rating:PG
Length: medium
Brief summary: Draco talks to Ginny's grave. She talks back. A tear-jerker angst. This is just a sad sad story. Kinda shows how things can escalate without your wanting them too, and I loved Ginny's strength.. The excerpt says it all!
Death. It never seemed to frighten me. Dad used to say that people, even people like wizards, are scared of death because they do not know what happens after death. He told me never to mistake ignorance as fear, and I never did. I never held the things of this world too close to me, never hoarded them to myself and try to gain more and more. I valued my life, respected it and honored it, but I never held it close, and I was willing to loose it, if necessary.
I was not afraid to die.
Link to the story:
Diseased
Claim: Harry Potter: Draco/Ginny
Title:Desperado
Author:Davesmom
Characters:Draco, Ginny, Trio, all of Potterverse
Prompt:Fandom Cliche
Rating:PG13
Length: long
Brief summary: I think I picked this as the cliche category because in D/G fandom the cliches run to: overbearing brother, some sort of 'running into one another', and 'abused and beaten' Draco. This story has all of them, but is still a very very enjoyable read. Trust me... you'll hate Lucius and Narcissa even more than you do already! ;)
The way the tables were set up, she would have to pass the Slytherin table to get to her own. Sometimes students dating someone in another house would eat at one another's table for the weekend meals, but during the week everyone generally stayed with his or her own house.
Ginny glanced quickly toward the Gryffindor table and saw that Natalie had saved a spot for Ginny next to her. She smiled and started over, but found her way blocked. Malfoy was lolling lazily with his back against his table, elbows resting on it and his long lean legs stretched out just enough to make Ginny have to stop or step awkwardly over him. He gave her a smug grin and Ginny promptly forgot that she was afraid of him. She scowled at him and glanced at his legs barring her path. He only smiled more broadly, waiting for her to say something. Instead, she drew back her foot and gave him a good hard kick in the crossed ankles. As he yelped and drew his legs back, Ginny stomped past. She ignored his muttered oath and some snickering comments from the Slytherins who had witnessed the incident.
"Wow!" Natalie exclaimed in awe as Ginny slid in beside her. "I can't believe you just did that!"
"Did what?" Ginny asked innocently, spooning some rich, meaty stew into her bowl.
"You know," Nat lowered her voice but her eyes were still wide with amazement. "You just booted Malfoy! Hard, too, by the look of it!"
Ginny shrugged, refusing to follow Nat's eyes to where Malfoy was, no doubt, glaring at her.
"Great Gods!" Natalie breathed, "What a look! If he was staring at me like that, I'd pass out on the spot!"
Link to the story: Desperado
Claim: Harry Potter: Draco/Ginny
Title:Diseased
Author:Serpent Princess
Characters: Draco and Ginny
Prompt:Character Study
Rating:PG
Length: medium
Brief summary: Draco talks to Ginny's grave. She talks back. A tear-jerker angst. This is just a sad sad story. Kinda shows how things can escalate without your wanting them too, and I loved Ginny's strength.. The excerpt says it all!
Death. It never seemed to frighten me. Dad used to say that people, even people like wizards, are scared of death because they do not know what happens after death. He told me never to mistake ignorance as fear, and I never did. I never held the things of this world too close to me, never hoarded them to myself and try to gain more and more. I valued my life, respected it and honored it, but I never held it close, and I was willing to loose it, if necessary.
I was not afraid to die.
Link to the story:
Diseased