I started a new D/G fic, because I am a CRAZY person. Actually, it's the brainchild of too much stress and reading too much about human rights in North Korea. It's called (rather dramatically, now that I think about it) The Man Who Ripped Apart the World, and it's a totally dark & twisty future-AU fic where I basically blow everything up. It's at Fanfiction.net and Dracoandginny.com.
And, because I'm lame lame lame and don't write fast enough, I've posted a tiny piece of the next chapter of Crossing into Chaos. It's this scene, in fact, that has been holding everything up!
Fic bit from CIC 20
“Polite gentle knock? Zabini must have knocked your head harder than we all thought. Battering ram seems more your style,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Her head was clearing a bit, shaking off the fuzziness from the exhaustion. She realized that she was standing in front of Draco Malfoy wearing an old, oversized flannel shirt she’d knicked from Charlie. Her hair was in disarray, she had to look rather haggard and terrible, and there she was, standing in front of him while he loomed in her doorway, with that intent, deeply penetrating look on his face.
He held up a small vial of purple liquid, offering it to her.
“Take it,” he said, his voice rough. She shied away as he held it in front of her face.
“What is it?” she asked, wondering if he’d gone mad since she’d seen him a few hours ago, inspecting it with a sideways glare.
“Just be a good girl and take it,” he said, unstoppering the vial. She scowled at him, but the intensity in his eyes entranced her. He leaned in closer, and touched the vial to her lips, and she obediently opened her mouth as he tipped it upwards.
An amazing tingling sensation flooded through her veins, and she gasped as the aches and pains seemed to dissolve away.
“What was that?” she breathed. She had to grab the doorknob to support herself as her knees grew weak with relief. Malfoy moved towards her, placing his hands on her hip, holding her steady.
“An inspired stroke of genius,” he said. “Surely you’ve come to expect nothing less from me.”
“You look terrible,” she said, suddenly feeling very jittery as his hands were warm on her hips and his mouth was hovering somewhere near her temple and his breath was tickling along her hairline. “You didn’t save any for yourself?”
“I thought I’d make sure that there was no long-lasting negative side effects by testing it on Zabini and you first,” he said with a casual shrug. She grabbed the vial out of his hand and held it up, examining the contents.
“There’s a bit left,” she said, looking up at him. His eyes narrowing, he met her gaze with a troubled look.
“No easy solutions, no waving a wand to make everything better,” he said, his voice hoarse. Ginny frowned, staring at him, trying to decipher the puzzle that was Draco Malfoy.
She tipped the vial and two drops of the purple liquid dripped onto her finger. She reached up with her finger and ran it along Malfoy’s swollen bottom lip without taking her eyes off of him. As she withdrew her finger, Malfoy licked his lip.
“Better?” she asked her voice wavering. She was watching his face, looking for signs that it was healing. He shook his head.
“Not enough potion,” he said, before he leaned down and took the tip of her finger into his mouth. Her eyes grew wide in shock as she felt his tongue swipe over the pad of her finder, and she let out a gasp. Just as quickly, he’d moved back, and she was left there, gaping at him. The thunderbolt caused by his touch was still ricocheting about her body, and she forced herself to blink - breaking eye contact and, with any luck, the strange power he had over her.
Meh, it still needs some work....