“Princess Zelda,” Dohna interrupted, “sorry to cut you off, but your girlfriend has been staring at the dance floor for the entirety of this conversation. I admire your work ethic, but I think Princess Ruby would like to dance.”
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Ruby and Zelda go on their first date.
I wrote a fic! This is a first for me, but I'm pretty excited to share. You can read it on [AO3] :D
In which there is a marriage law which needs to be undone. Drinny, post-war.
It’s not hard, for anyone, to note that the war has drained Draco Malfoy. Drained him of the pride he had once had, drained his family of the prestige they had once held. Drained a young boy of the youth he had had.
Even so, to Ginevra Weasley, it’s painfully obvious. She knows what he was like before the war—who he truly was. She had loved that person, held him, seen him. She had seen him struggle through the war too, pretending to be a Death Eater for the sake of his mother’s life when in reality he was, like anyone else, just another student caught in the crossfire. She knew, better than anyone, how much bravery it had taken for him to change sides in the battle, to go against Voldemort despite his fear for his mother’s life. But he had done it. And he had done a lot more. He had nursed students back to health, rescued them from the preying Carrow twins and from the ruthless prefects.
In her eyes, he is as much a hero as anyone else. If he had had a real choice, she knows he would have chosen to fight with them. He was just a victim of circumstances, like so many people around them. But that doesn't stop people from treating him and other Slytherins like shit. Cursing them when they are off-guard, flooding their dormitory, calling them slurs. It makes Ginny’s blood boil. But Draco doesn't do anything about it, just bears it all with a blank face, never wavering.
Never wavering except when he catches her looking at him at breakfast in the Great Hall, asking him silently about the bruise on his chin; except when she leaves the Gryffindor table to go eat with him; except when she glares down everyone who as much as looks at him wrong. Then his face has the slightest flicker of emotion—something warm akin to a smile. She knows he dislikes her defending him, but she also knows that if she doesn't, she will one day wake up to the news of his death.
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That morning he enters the Great Hall looking particularly pale—pronounced bags under his eyes, and a particularly nastly looking gash on his cheek. It looks raw and recent—although no blood is flowing from it—as if it has been treated, but couldn't be glamoured. They love giving him scars that can't be hidden, that take a long time to heal. It makes her sick.
“Oh, I bet he loves that, another tattoo to go with his mark,” someone down the Gryffindor table snickers, and a bunch of fourth and fifth years burst into laughter.
Ginny cannot quite make out who it is that had said it, but she stiffens quite suddenly, gripping her fork tightly in one hand, the other reflexively reaching for her wand. Neville catches her eye from across her, looking just as livid as she feels. Luna nudges her foot from beside her however, a warning—she has already been in far too many altercations this year, and it’s only the end of September.
She gets up suddenly enough that a bunch of people look in her direction and quieten down, but a lot of them keep going until Hermione—Head Girl, of course—screams at them, red hot anger pouring into her voice, “Detention, Smith. For the rest of the year. Move. It.”
Ginny ignores the looks she gets as she steps away from the Gryffindor table to go to the Slytherin table—curious glances, subtle smirks, gaping mouths and contemptuous glares. The table is a lot quieter than the others, almost entirely silent except for the sound of cutlery. They make room around Draco when she approaches, almost out of reflex. They are used to her sitting between them now. Not entirely comfortable, no, but used to it.
Her and Draco don't talk while he eats, but the question she wants to ask is mutually understood. It's also mutually known, although grudgingly, that he is not going to answer it. She asks it anyway once they have left the Great Hall.
“Who?”
“It doesn't matter.”
She stops walking for a moment, closing her eyes in exasperation. Draco stops a few steps ahead.
“Draco ... ” she starts, then stops, sighing. She walks up to him instead, taking his hand in her own and nearly dragging him into an empty classroom. She dimly notes that it's the out-of-use Transfiguration classroom on the third floor.
She leans against the door once she’s closed it, looking at Draco who is leaning on a desk, a finger gently feeling about the scar. She moves towards him slowly, stopping once she is standing inches away from him and he is looking right at her, eyes soft. He leans his head towards her as she reaches up to inspect the wound, red and angry and hot, stretching from the middle of his left cheek down to his jawline.
“You should go see Madame Pomphrey instead of patching them up yourself,” she says, voice quiet. “She’s always helped students.”
Draco hums but doesn't reply. Ginny takes her hand away from his face and instead takes his own, thumb brushing gently over it, and he finally heaves a soft sigh and relaxes, his stiff demeanour ebbing. Neither move or speak for a few moments before he says, “You need to stop sitting at the Slytherin table.”
Ginny closes her eyes for a moment, bracing herself for the argument to follow. The one they have been having ever since school had restarted, ever since she had declared that she wasn't going to hide what they were anymore, not from Hogwarts, not from her family, not from the world. It’s almost a ritual at this point.
“No,” she says, opening her eyes. “No, I don't. It’s them. They need to start treating people like people.”
“Gin ...” he sighs, freeing his hand and rubbing his face, mindful of his injury. “You can't put yourself in the line of fire like this. I can't let you.”
“And I can't let you be walked over by everyone. Especially since you refuse to do anything about it.”
“It’s more complicated than that,” he says, exasperation written on his face, “it’s got a political aspect now, you don't understand! The Wizarding World of Britain is watching all your moves. You can't be seen fraternizing with the enemy. Nor can Granger and Longbottom and Lovegood. All of you need to stop.”
“You are not the enemy, Draco. You were with us all along. And the other Slytherins … Daphne and Millicent and Terence … they didn't have a choice either. They had nowhere to go. They were students like anyone else." She purses her lips. "It's hypocritical to not treat the Slytherin students like the other students, who were just trying to get by the war like any other from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw or Gryffindor."
Draco scoffs lightly, looking down at his hands. "Slytherins have never been treated the way the others have. And we liked it too, until the war. It's been a given for too long that Slytherins are different, and we've never tried to change it. We made our bed," he lifts his head to look at her, and finds that her honey-brown eyes are glowing in the filtered light coming from the windows. "Now we have to lie in it."
Ginny shakes her head as chatter and footsteps rise in the corridor outside the classroom. Draco lifts his hand to check the time. “The first class is about to start,” he says, “we should get going. It’ll take a while to get down to the Dungeons.”
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They are grouped in four to a table for the double potions class. Professor Slughorn is mindful enough of his students’ plight that he only ever groups the Slytherin students together. It's even better that there are only four of them.
Ginny herself is with Hermione, Jones, and Smith—a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor from her year. She glares at Smith as he takes his seat at the table, perfectly aware of how Hermione is also giving him a seething look and how Jones looks acutely uncomfortable being caught between them. Smith ignores them the best of his ability as they set about making their Amortentia.
It's only when she whiffs the familiar smell of parchment and cologne from her cauldron that she is convinced that her potion is complete. Suddenly the entire classroom smells like Draco, even though he is at the opposite end of the class. She smiles when he looks up at her, as if they were sharing a secret. She only looks away when Hermione nudges her foot, mirth in her eyes, and motions towards professor Slughorn, who is standing before her equally amused. Someone beside her scoffs but she ignores it.
When they are packing up after the class, she hears the scoff again, followed by a blur of brown hair coming within her line of sight.
“You would do well to stay away from Death Eaters and Slytherins, Ginny,” Smith says seriously even as she ignores him. “You can't be fraternizing with the dark side. You never know when they might turn on you.” She finally turns around and glares, but Smith remains unfazed, continuing in a somewhat mysterious tone, “besides, things are changing. You don't know what might happen.”
She doesn't stop glaring until he has left the class, and it's only her and Hermione left, Draco having left for his Ancient Runes class.
“Don't pay him mind Ginny,” Hermione says to her as she gathers the rest of Ginny’s parchment and puts them in her bag. “He’s an idiot.” She looks at the empty doorway. “An entitled idiot.”
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“I talked to Percy today,” Hermione says as she settles in her bed, curtains drawn open so that Ginny can see her with her book in her lap. She has her own room, being Head Girl, but she prefers being with other people around.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I wanted to know about the workings of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and he mentioned something that I found a bit … worrying?”
Ginny turns away from the mirror and looks at her inquiringly. “It’s about a law,” Hermione continues quietly, “a law about marriage.”
“About marriage?” Ginny frowns, as a quiet node of worry grows in her belly. She has heard about those before. The last one had been imposed right after the first Wizarding War, to repopulate the Wizarding World. Her mum used to talk about how arbitrary it was, and how glad she was she had married Dad before the law had come out.
Hermione nods. “Percy said they have been developing the law for a while now. Their official reasoning is to “Keep the Wizarding World alive and to end the House disparities, seeing the attacks on people from pureblood families.” She grimaces. “He told me to warn others about it,” she pauses, then sighs deeply. “The Ministry is going to be making the matches this time. Anyone who doesn't follow might be persecuted.”
Ginny drops the hairbrush she had been holding, sinking into her bed. Ministry matches. End disparities. Persecution. Fuck. She turns to Hermione slowly, breathing heavily through her mouth.
“Oh, Ginny,” Hemione sighs softly, making her way over to her, “I’m so sorry. I know you and Draco …” Ginny belatedly realizes that she is trembling. Hermione wraps her arms around her.
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Ginny doesn't sleep that night. This isn't unusual—sleeplessness is an old friend—but the thought of the Marriage law sends her deeper and deeper into angst. She could be married to anyone. Anyone. That person had a very high chance of not being Draco. She doesn't think she could bear it—not after everything they've been through together, not after how he was her last link to sanity throughout last year. It takes all she has to stifle her almost-sobs. It hurts. Her head hurts from trying not to cry.
She hadn't thought she would get married so young. She had hoped to wait it out until she was in her late-twenties, until she had a stable life, a stable career. She had, at the very least, hoped to have the choice. To have a say in it. But the Ministry wants children. She doesn't want children—not so soon. She’s a child herself!
It's finally around three in the morning that she decides to get out of bed. She doesn't know where she is going, really, but she wants—needs—to move about. To do something. It's about quarter of an hour later that hse finds herself in the library, perusing bookshelves on Magical Laws. Creature Laws; Criminal Laws; Civil Laws; Marriage Laws. Her hand trembles as she pulls the books out from the shelf, sets them down on the floor, and sits down beside them herself.
“Lumos.”
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“Ginny, where have you been?” Hermione calls out to her from where she is seated on the Gryffindor table, Luna beside her. Ginny sits down across from her, pouring herself milk as she looks at her friends curiously. There is a strange sort of worry on their face. Belatedly she notes the copy of Daily Prophet lying on the table, front page up, showing the face of a ministry employee, and a loud headline below it. The hall is unusually abuzz. She had thought it would be a few days before it comes out, maybe give her more time to research … but now …
"It's here," Hermione says to her, but Ginny isn't listening. She is looking instead towards the table at the far end of the hall, at the boy with pale skin and blonde hair who is looking back at her with the same look of worry that is being reflected across the student body.
“We’ll get the letters anytime now,” Luna says, and it startles Ginny to hear the worry in it. It’s too soon, too much. Far too much for her to take. She gets up and all but runs outside, Hermione’s call ringing after her.
She winds up on the banks of the lake, in a rocky part shielded from direct view. She needs to think. Her head is hurting again. She needs to get away from all of this, from everything. Maybe this is a nightmare. She just needs to wake up. Wake up!
“Hey,” a voice calls from behind her, soft and hoarse, and she doesn't have to turn around to know that it's Draco. She doesn't respond—her voice is too heavy.
He grimaces and sits beside her, hand reaching out and taking hers. He looks at her with an uncertain expression as she wipes her face with her other hand. She doesn't know what to say, and she doesn't think he does either. He removes a copy of the prophet from his robes, setting it on the ground before her. She looks away.
“I don't want to read it,” she says.
“They are going to send the matches. We have until the end of the year to get married, until we turn nineteen to conceive.”
Ginny bites her lip, breathing in deeply. She swallows. “I know. Hermione told me.”
She looks away from him, staring instead at the clear blue waters of the lake and the errant fishes swimming through it. It's a nice day—clear, calm, sunny—everything opposite to what she feels. Draco’s thumb rubs abstract notings against her hand, and their fingers are entwined. They fit perfectly against one another. They are perfect for one another. But they want to take away this too—take away love. The thought finally breaks her resolve, tears falling from her eyes hot and fast, and she is sobbing.
“Oh, Gin,” Draco mumbles against the top of her head as he draws her towards him, and she cries out her frustration while he rubs familiar patterns on her back.
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It's during lunch that the letters arrive, in a flurry of hundreds of owls swooping before years fifth to eighth.
Ginny is not at lunch, nor is Draco. They haven't strayed from their spot for the past few hours, although it feels to Ginny like a lifetime. She tenses up as she sees the parliament enter the great hall, eyes focusing on the two that are flying right towards them. Draco tightens his hold on her, not that he needs to—her nails are digging into his palms.
The two owls swoop before them with a flourish, hooting softly at them. When the two receivers don't move to take their letters, one of them pecks at Ginny's hand indignantly. Draco reaches out with a trembling hand to undo the strings and retrieve the envelopes with the ministry seal on it, although neither try to open them.
The owls fly away, in a flurry of brown feathers, still hooting, as the two teenagers look at the desolate envelopes lying on the ground. It would be easy to burn them, Ginny thinks. Easy to burn them to ashes and never find out. Maybe they should just run away. Away from everything where they can have peace and quiet and each other. The envelopes, however, open by themselves when a few minutes have passed, and their contents fly neatly to the respective receivers hovering near them until they are literally in their face.
"Let's just get it done with," Draco says, "get it done with so that we can accept our sentence."
Ginny takes the letter with a sigh.
' … will need to marry by the end of the year 1999 …'
'... must conceive by the year 2000 …'
'... Failure to comply will result in snapping of wand …'
'... ministry has decided that you are to partner with Seamus Finnigan, half-blood, Gryffindor, year eight.'
She stares at the letter for a moment, then two, then three, before she whips out her wand and sets it on fire.
Seamus. Seamus Finnigan. She doesn't know if she should laugh or cry. She can only imagine his plight. Poor boy.
Draco's letter has drifted to the ground and he is staring at it without actually looking.
"Seamus Finnigan," Ginny says carefully, and Draco lifts his head to look at her. He hesitates a moment before he says, "Luna Lovegood."
Ginny shuts her eyes for a moment, then lets out a mirthless laugh.
"This is a joke," she says finally, "a joke. Both of them are gay! Luna could never … poor Seamus. He and Dean are in love and the Ministry had to come along and ruin it. Ruin it all."
She doesn't notice the tears that have begun rolling down her face again until Draco wipes them off.
"We …" he starts, then stops. "There has to be something we can do … some way we can stop this. It makes no sense! There must be a contradictory law or—"
"There isn't."
Draco stops mid-sentence, looking at her with eyebrows raised.
"I looked through the books in the library; I tried summoning more books; I asked Hermione, there's nothing anywhere." She looks up at him. "There's nothing we can do."
She looks away again, drawing away from Draco as she gets up. "We'll have to submit to our sentence, like you said."
"Gin." He looks up at her in alarm, eyes wide, tone scared.
She bites her lip to stop more tears from coming. She needs to leave. Now.
"Gin, no!"
Draco's hand on her wrist prevents her from leaving, and deep down she is glad. She cannot lie to herself. She could never leave him this way. He turns her around so that she is facing him, a hand grasping her shoulder, the other cupping her face, and his eyes are shining.
"We'll do something. There are more books on laws in my family library, and Hogwarts doesn't have too much on laws anyway. It must be based on some old laws … all laws have contradictions. And no one could possibly be happy about this." He takes a deep breath. "We can do this, Gin, just—" he swallows. " Just don't leave me."
She closes her eyes, all but falling onto him.
“I could never.”
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The school seems to be moping at every turn that Ginny takes. Only rarely does she find a happy face. No one is happy. No one was prepared for this. Hermione looks up when she enters the dorm, and the two girls take a single moment to acknowledge the puffy eyes and tear tracks.
Ginny sits at the edge of Hermione’s bed. “Seamus.”
Hermione stares for a moment, then shakes her head. “Mclaggen.” she sighs. “I’ve been hiding from him.” she tries to laugh, but it comes out watery. “I had wanted a career, you know. Not children at the age of nineteen. And not with Mclaggen. That damned Ministry—” she doesn't bother finishing the sentence—she doesn't have to. Everyone is thinking it. “I should just disappear to the Muggle world,” she sighs, “somewhere far away … Australia? Live in a small town. Work in a library. Sounds nice, doesn't it?” she turns to look at Ginny.
She nods. It does.“I was with Draco,” Ginny says, picking on a loose thread in Hermione’s comforter. Hermione hums. “He said we can overthrow the law. There are always contradictory laws … and the ministry can't impose something like this on us if we are all against it anyway …”
“What are you suggesting?”
“Draco is having his mum send some books from their family library. We need your help, drafting a contradiction, a petition. If it comes to it, a rebellion.”
“Any action against the law can result in Azkaban, Ginny.”
Ginny scoffs. “The life they are imposing on us is no less than Azkaban either. And anyway,” she looks up, “we are war heroes. They can't go against us.”
Hermione looks into Ginny’s flashing eyes. Slowly, her lips curl up in a smirk.
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The Ministry’s Wizarding Marriage (Amendment) Act 1998 Scrapped, Wizarding World rejoices.
- by Jeremy Fuller
The Ministry on wednesday announced the scrapping of the Marriage Law enacted last month. This move came up as a result of the efforts of War heroes Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley opposing the law. Draco Malfoy had presented the contradicting bill from his seat in Wizengamot which was backed up by big powers of the Ministry. The law had been very unpopular with the majority of the populace, and had resulted in many disagreements between the ministry and the people. it's believed that the Minister had been threatened with an uprising by the Chosen One—Harry Potter—himself.
The Law was criticized by many intellectuals and members of the Wizengamot as insensitive, sexist, and homophobic. Healers from St. Mungo’s had criticized it as an added burden to a barely recovering society. “It would have hurt the people already suffering from the effects of the war even more (for the full interview with Healer Grahams, turn to page 8).
The Wizarding World is celebrating the scrapping of the law in the Diagon Alley. The students of Hogwarts are also reported to be very happy (for full article, turn to page 4).
“Still here! Keep moving!” the other princess shouts. Foliage crashes as the other two catch up with her, and Ruby risks a glance back. Her brother wears a hollow expression, his eyes unfocused as Zelda, face grim, drags him along by the wrist.
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It was supposed to be a quiet evening stroll in the woods for the Calatian royal family. Princess Zelda is visiting, and the weather is lovely and cool.
Now Ruby’s parents are dead, and Moruge Forest is in the process of burning to the ground at the hands of a group of masked traitors. The only goal? Escape with her and her remaining companions’ lives.
I’ve been thinking about the Ruby-Garnet dynamic a lot and why it is the way it is (or will be, I suppose) in the DG comic. Wrote a little bit to explore the why portion which you can read on AO3! This turned out a bit “D&D Tragic Character Backstory” but hey, I had fun writing it 🫶
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley
Additional Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Sexual Slavery, Slavery, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending
Summary:
Draco learns that a blood traitor is working in a pub. Curious to see who it may be he realises Ginny Weasley was still alive, and living under horrible conditions. He doesn't understand why he's drawn towards her, but soon realises he wants to help.
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Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley
Additional Tags: POV Draco Malfoy, Drinny - Freeform, Fire and Ice, Good Draco Malfoy, Alcohol, Pining Draco Malfoy, improper use of potion ingredients, mind altering drinks, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Innuendo, Love, Sexual Fantasy, Falling In Love, steamy cooking, not only the food is spicy, Recipes, blue balls for everyone, fingers are the main character here, Licking, fingers and food, tiny kitchen, messy Ginny Weasley, tidy Draco Malfoy, Post Hogwarts, Stream of Consciousness, Misuse of kitchen utensils
Summary:
Draco and Ginny cook together, twice a week. Is has become a surprising tradition that neither of them could have imagined a decade earlier. Well, it is not just cooking. That word doesn’t do it justice. For Draco cooking is technical, mechanical even. It is a scientific act borne of necessity. It is a symptom for his journey as a changed man. For Ginny cooking is to create passion, it is a dance, sometimes a temperamental one, like a tango. Sometimes it is something that just flows naturally, improvised by what the world throws at her.
But for both of them it is also foreplay. There is sauce being sucked from fingertips, kneading the dough with those long, slender fingers, grabbing the whisk with both hands while whipping cream, licking mousse from the corner of the mouth, pushing fingers into oranges only to break them apart and see the juices running down pale freckled skin.
It never leads anywhere, both dancing around old reservations, new worries and general insecurities. This night the stew of their repressed feelings and their bottled-up sexual tension reaches a boiling point.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Filius Flitwick
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Professor Draco Malfoy, Professor Ginny Weasley, Headmaster Filius Flitwick, Quickies, Potions Office (Harry Potter), Desk Sex, POV Draco Malfoy, Secret Relationship, Flirting
Summary:
Professors Malfoy and Weasley have found ways to make quiet evening far more entertaining between their duties
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley
Additional Tags: Marriage of Convenience, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Political Intrigues, Enemies to Lovers
Summary:
“There are times when even a ducal House can’t act according to its own wishes,” said Lord Malfoy, his voice hushed and his eyes dark. “Don’t think I’m not trying, or that it doesn’t cost me.”
When Lady Ginevra Weasley, disguised, impulsive, and very much drunk, proposes to a mysterious stranger, she doesn't realize what she has started, but she will find out soon.
