[:DP:] 'I used to carry this everywhere with me when I was a little girl. Mother thought I was getting too attached so took it away.' Draco eyed the doll with disdain, 'Heart wrenching.'
“You’re actually studying this year, Pansy?” “Well, I figured once of us had to, right?” Pansy & Draco talk. Spoilerish, since it takes place in seventh year. :]
He wasn’t fooled by the ribbons in her hair or her fragile looking fingers, he knew from the start that she wasn’t afraid to get her dress dirty. [Draco & Pansy]
[DP] 'Most guys would be happy to wake up and find a girl in their bed.' 'Most guys don’t have to listen to you blabber on mindlessly every single day of their lives.'
A oneshot in which Draco & Pansy discuss picking flowers, sugar cookies, and hearts that were given away a long time ago. Basically dialouge and only dialouge. [DMPP]
She doesn't think there is anything worse then the smell of burning memories. DG. [toxic amounts of angst packed into one chapter, you've been warned].
Oneshot, semi DG: He shows up here once a month every month, just to catch a single glimpse of the girl he's come to love. Things change though, this time she's changed with them... and he knows why. [very mild T, mild language]
275 word drabble. “She’d reject him… he is a Malfoy and Malfoys are scum and that is what Weasleys do when Malfoys come on to them.” A short and sweet, but pointless scene at dinner. DG.
Draco will deny it, even if it means leaving behind a trail of pieces from both his and Ginny's shattered hearts... [Ohmygeee, it is in dire need of being rewritten. If you know what's good for you, you won't attempt to read this piece of awfulness.]