A collection of Draco/Ginny one-shots.

It has been said that dragons cannot love, but then no dragon had ever met a maiden quite like her. A Draco/Astoria collection.

Draco's got a secret. Ginny stumbles across it. Whatever is a Malfoy to do? /Written for a challenge/

It seemed ridiculous to Draco. Why would anyone want to sit under the Whomping Willow? The tree hit people, for Merlin’s sake, and yet there was no mistaking the girl now sitting under the shade of the brutal branches.

Ginny Weasley was on a mission: get Draco Malfoy's attention or die trying. She would prefer to skip the dying part, though…

There Draco had been, one hand clutching the bookshelf behind him, while his other gripped a generous handful of the Weasley girl’s very shapely derriere. Of course, it was all her fault that he ended up that way. Not that her brother had believed him.

The bachelor is no more, but who said marriage had to be dull? A collection of one-shots that explore the married life of Draco Malfoy.

“Why do I have to wear Miss Strawberry Shortcake’s apron?” demanded Draco. His teacher only smiled wickedly, and he suddenly wondered if he had made a mistake in asking her to help him cook the dinner. She was a redheaded shrew, after all.

Draco Malfoy, solo father of two. Probably insane. Send help.

As a girl, Ginny had used to fantasise about meeting the Faerie King. This wasn't quite what she'd had in mind ...

In which Blaise tries to play un-matchmaker, Draco is running out of excuses, and Ginny is ... well, Ginny.

The war never ended. Harry is in a coma, Muggles are dying, and hope is barely glimpsed in the eyes of those left to continue the fight. With no Chosen One to become the promised saviour, how can victory be won? Ginny discovers she has her own destiny: unpleasant, unwanted, and one that will bind her to a man she never thought she could love.

Ginny resisted the urge to approach him. What was she supposed to say? Hi, are you that bigoted twat I used to know at school? You know, the one who was a Death Eater and whose family only switched sides at the end of the war to save their own skins? Wow, golly gee, fancy seeing you in Nice. Yeah. She'd skip on that conversation.

The desert sun is hot and Draco Malfoy is smirking. A tale of rivals, curses, and 5-7-5.

It was like a fairy tale. Except the "sleeping beauty" was a pasty-arsed git, and all his saviour wanted was enough money to silence the whines of her inner pragmatist. Neither believed it was true love.

He was as black as she had painted him: cruel, heartless and deserving of hatred. Then circumstances began to change and what was previously black and white became a confusing muddle of grey, forcing her to question her heart and her loyalties.

Ginny removed the bagel from her mouth. "Really? We haven't seen each other in years and all you can say is 'Weasley' like we're still at Hogwarts? What about sorry?" She pointed at her coffee-stained shirt. "Look what you did!"

He wasn't her friend—not even her frenemy—but even if he was a bona fide snob and had called her flat-chested, he was still her team mate. That counted for something.

Her cheeks are still damp, the taste of salt on her lips. It seems ironic that the only person who has been able to pierce the impenetrable heart she keeps locked up in her chest should be herself.

Zuko hated his life. He had been banished, burned by his own father, and now he was trapped being the 'little pet' to a man-hating warlord. Each day was torture - at least, until the waterbender appeared. /A loose interpretation of Cinderella/