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Since this is rec #29 and 30 for me... they are both reccer's choices... and coincidentally, both by the same author... it was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearthainn that prompted my participation in this community... and these are 2 of my most favourite D/G stories EVAH! ;)
Claim: Harry Potter: Draco/Ginny
Title:Far Off Fields: A Christmas Tale
Author:fearthainn
Characters:Draco, Ginny, Trio
Prompt:Reccer's Choice
Rating:PG
Length: short
Brief summary: A Christmas fic "written for the Christmas season for the D/G archive, [and] is pointless, plotless, angst and fluffiness." AND it's one of my favourites so, I thought it would be appropriate! :)fearthainn is renowned for her love of cloaks... and it spreads... beware, after reading this your mind will 'bing' everytime you read about a cloak!
She was cold now, and suddenly tired and - she was shocked to discover - horribly lonely. She didn’t want to sit out here in the snow, watching her brother and his friends make their way across the school grounds to go off and have fun without her, but she didn’t want to begin the long, slow trek back up to Gryffindor tower, to sit and mope and be forgotten about either. So she sat, head down, curled in as small a ball as possible. The cold was seeping through her cloak and robes, making her shiver slightly, but she didn’t move.
"If you don’t get up, you’ll freeze there."
The sound of that drawling voice made her jerk her head up and around, whipping fire-gold hair around her head in a static-y frenzy. She knew that voice, although it was seldom directed at her, and it was no surprise to find Draco Malfoy behind her, tall and elegant and handsome in his winter robes, leaning one arm insolently on the stone banister. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
He raised one shoulder in an arrogant shrug, his cool gray eyes pinning her to the steps. "Merely stating a fact, Weasley. If you don’t get up, you’ll freeze to the steps. It’s cold enough."
"What do you care?" She knew she was being rude, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. This was Malfoy, after all, and that slow, superior voice made her grit her teeth every time she heard it.
"Did I say I cared?" He shifted slightly, rolling off his elbow to lean back against the handrail, hands shoved into his pockets. He was wearing a gorgeous cloak, Ginny couldn’t help but notice, a rich deep charcoal, double lined in lamb’s-wool, with silver ermine trim around the hood that set off his hair and eyes wonderfully. His robes were the same fine material, dark and thick and - above all - warm looking. She hunched her shoulders into her own worn cloak and shivered again, then shoved herself to her feet.
Link to the story:
Far Off Fields: A Christmas Tale
Claim: Harry Potter: Draco/Ginny
Title:The Past Didn't go anywhere
Author:fearthainn
Characters:Draco, Ginny, Neville, about everyone...
Prompt:Reccer's Choice
Rating:PG-13
Length: epic
Brief summary: It is 2010, 12 years after Voldemort's downfall, and Draco Malfoy has returned to England at long last. (It's a personal favourite... Draco is a Mountie and so is my husband AND we live in Alberta, Canada too!)
He had gotten his hair cut sometime in the last couple of months; it was now cropped close to his head, and shone like a silver halo as he started across the floor of the courtroom. He'd lost weight as well, Ginny thought, which combined with the hair made him look younger; it was as though he'd been whittled down to essentials. He was wearing a scarlet thigh-length jacket with a high collar and brass buttons that stood out like a beacon in the room full of dark-clad Aurors and lawyers. It was belted at the waist, and he wore black jodhpurs with a yellow stripe up either leg, and had a brown hat tucked underneath one arm. The heels of his knee-high brown boots rapped against the wooden floor as he walked steadily toward the stand in the centre of the room. Draco turned sharply on one heel and stood facing the courtroom, face impassive, back straight, his left hand resting lightly on the wooden rail in front of him. The crowd of spectators, most of whom were craning their necks to get a good view, whispered loudly to each other as they stared at Draco.
Draco, for his part, didn't look at the crowd, and barely glanced up when Justin Finch-Fletchley called for quiet and moved to stand in front of him. "Name?" Justin asked brusquely, much less politely than he had spoken to Neville.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy"
"Occupation?"
"I am a corporal for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, in Alberta, Canada." This statement caused another ripple in the courtroom, and Justin had to wait impatiently while quiet was restored. By the set of his shoulders, Ginny guessed that Justin wasn't happy about the spectacle Draco was making.
Link to the story:
The Past Didn't go Anywhere
Since this is rec #29 and 30 for me... they are both reccer's choices... and coincidentally, both by the same author... it was
fearthainn that prompted my participation in this community... and these are 2 of my most favourite D/G stories EVAH! ;)Claim: Harry Potter: Draco/Ginny
Title:Far Off Fields: A Christmas Tale
Author:
fearthainnCharacters:Draco, Ginny, Trio
Prompt:Reccer's Choice
Rating:PG
Length: short
Brief summary: A Christmas fic "written for the Christmas season for the D/G archive, [and] is pointless, plotless, angst and fluffiness." AND it's one of my favourites so, I thought it would be appropriate! :)
fearthainn is renowned for her love of cloaks... and it spreads... beware, after reading this your mind will 'bing' everytime you read about a cloak!She was cold now, and suddenly tired and - she was shocked to discover - horribly lonely. She didn’t want to sit out here in the snow, watching her brother and his friends make their way across the school grounds to go off and have fun without her, but she didn’t want to begin the long, slow trek back up to Gryffindor tower, to sit and mope and be forgotten about either. So she sat, head down, curled in as small a ball as possible. The cold was seeping through her cloak and robes, making her shiver slightly, but she didn’t move.
"If you don’t get up, you’ll freeze there."
The sound of that drawling voice made her jerk her head up and around, whipping fire-gold hair around her head in a static-y frenzy. She knew that voice, although it was seldom directed at her, and it was no surprise to find Draco Malfoy behind her, tall and elegant and handsome in his winter robes, leaning one arm insolently on the stone banister. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
He raised one shoulder in an arrogant shrug, his cool gray eyes pinning her to the steps. "Merely stating a fact, Weasley. If you don’t get up, you’ll freeze to the steps. It’s cold enough."
"What do you care?" She knew she was being rude, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. This was Malfoy, after all, and that slow, superior voice made her grit her teeth every time she heard it.
"Did I say I cared?" He shifted slightly, rolling off his elbow to lean back against the handrail, hands shoved into his pockets. He was wearing a gorgeous cloak, Ginny couldn’t help but notice, a rich deep charcoal, double lined in lamb’s-wool, with silver ermine trim around the hood that set off his hair and eyes wonderfully. His robes were the same fine material, dark and thick and - above all - warm looking. She hunched her shoulders into her own worn cloak and shivered again, then shoved herself to her feet.
Link to the story:
Far Off Fields: A Christmas Tale
Claim: Harry Potter: Draco/Ginny
Title:The Past Didn't go anywhere
Author:
fearthainnCharacters:Draco, Ginny, Neville, about everyone...
Prompt:Reccer's Choice
Rating:PG-13
Length: epic
Brief summary: It is 2010, 12 years after Voldemort's downfall, and Draco Malfoy has returned to England at long last. (It's a personal favourite... Draco is a Mountie and so is my husband AND we live in Alberta, Canada too!)
He had gotten his hair cut sometime in the last couple of months; it was now cropped close to his head, and shone like a silver halo as he started across the floor of the courtroom. He'd lost weight as well, Ginny thought, which combined with the hair made him look younger; it was as though he'd been whittled down to essentials. He was wearing a scarlet thigh-length jacket with a high collar and brass buttons that stood out like a beacon in the room full of dark-clad Aurors and lawyers. It was belted at the waist, and he wore black jodhpurs with a yellow stripe up either leg, and had a brown hat tucked underneath one arm. The heels of his knee-high brown boots rapped against the wooden floor as he walked steadily toward the stand in the centre of the room. Draco turned sharply on one heel and stood facing the courtroom, face impassive, back straight, his left hand resting lightly on the wooden rail in front of him. The crowd of spectators, most of whom were craning their necks to get a good view, whispered loudly to each other as they stared at Draco.
Draco, for his part, didn't look at the crowd, and barely glanced up when Justin Finch-Fletchley called for quiet and moved to stand in front of him. "Name?" Justin asked brusquely, much less politely than he had spoken to Neville.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy"
"Occupation?"
"I am a corporal for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, in Alberta, Canada." This statement caused another ripple in the courtroom, and Justin had to wait impatiently while quiet was restored. By the set of his shoulders, Ginny guessed that Justin wasn't happy about the spectacle Draco was making.
Link to the story:
The Past Didn't go Anywhere
