Draco And Ginny | You Always Have A Choice

Ah, these two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.

i think i finally came up with the idea on how to make a happy ending for my ‘back to black’ sequel (which i haven’t even start writing yet), without making an AU epilogue to the original (not that happy) one, and i couldn’t be more excited about it

for some reason i can’t just let draco and ginny to live happily ever after without a subplot where they are destined to be star-crossed lovers foreverrr

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the constellation of everything he can’t control : draco & ginny 

She should have been firm. She should have told him to go. It was a bad idea, him being here in her room. What if Lily had a nightmare and came looking for Mummy? What if Harry did hear them? Or worse, what if Ron did? But she was tired, dammit. She was tired of her own family acting like she was the villain. As if she’d broken poor Harry’s heart – which she bloody well hadn’t, thank you very much. Never mind her own heart, which had been ignored in the process. And with Draco… Merlin help her, but he made her feel that spark she’d been missing – only it wasn’t a spark at all. It was an inferno burning hot. She might go down in flames with it, but selfishly, she didn’t c a r e. [x]

Draco used to say, that there were the kind of people who would fight for you until all hope was gone. And then there were the kind of people who would fight for you even beyond that. I know he thought Ginny was one of that kind.

oops!

moodboards: otps ➡ Draco/Ginny (HP) requested by @gryffindorkx

“I don’t know if we should be alone together I still got a crush, that’s obvious If nobody’s around, what’s stopping us? Everywhere I go you show, whatever I don’t ever mind sharing oxygen I just wanna get lost in your lungs.”

She could feel it spreading like a wildfire across her body, climbing higher and higher. It went from hot to cold, washing over her like a wave, clinging to her skin until she could no longer move, no longer speak. Then there came a jolt, a sickening tug at her navel, and she was pulled into oblivion.

In the blink of an eye, Ginny was gone.

the albatross did follow by chromeknickers