Remus/Ginny. He's always been a poet, deep down, and she's dragging the words out of him with red lipstick and searching eyes. Oh, she must be ruling the world.

A vague piece based on and laced with T.S. Eliot. He remembers her skin was gold and her eyes were blue and his sighs were gray.

Ginny's graduation party. They tell her she's grown-up now, but in the sadness of a certain boy she just can't quite believe it. Somewhere between a drabble and a ficlet.

Ironically named. Draco and Ginny, grown-up, with alcohol and ciggs in hand, bask in their cynicism and mock Life and it's boredom. Oddly romantic in a weary and bitter sort of way.

Ginny is cynical, Harry is heroic. Everybody plays their roles, some people just know they're playing them, and some are oblivious. Incredibly short, but I'm quite fond of it.

"The white mask was cool in his hands, soft and bending to his touch. Flexible, yet unbreakable, able to mold to fit the contours of one’s face. He hated it." (Draco Malfoy, short angst.)

Harry finds a notebook. It's Ginny's and it opens up a whole new perspective. Maybe she's more than what he thinks she is. **Ginny's rant in Chapter 4 revised; its so much better now.**

Ginny Weasley finds herself with Draco Malfoy in Hogwarts, 1943, and no one's sure why. What's your worst nightmare?