Yes, I meant snogs.

They really haven't shared many - err, any - "songs," have they? =p
Draco: I do not, I do not, I DO NOT! *glares*

Me no like awkwardDracoGinny. Me like... Shower!Draco!

xDD

Nope, none at all. But it would be hilarious if they did. -Imagines Draco and Ginny sitting by the fire singing-






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... -snort-


Oh of course you don't... 'cause you like ME more!

ME TOOOOOO!!!
I demand the next fic you write has a Shower!Draco in it, Maxers!

They would probably sing something along the lines of "You big-headed git.. you stupid thing... tra la la la la, you stuuupid thing."

x 4573454
Draco: Yes, I remember, you have... shiny, white teeth. *eyes them*
DeeLee show whippieee!

wow...is all i can say Maxie...i am loving each post of your s as it comes...and Draco is so,so,so stupid...and yet he comes up with brilliant sentences like
this one to cover up his feelings...idiot...
now that is what i call it in my words...that was so Dracoish...waiting for more...

OMG.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I'd die laughing listening to those two sing with those lyrics! LMFAO.



YUUUHHHH!!!
Mr. Whippie comes out everytime Maxers is mean and leaves us all hanging!

*megablush* Thank you! I'm so SUPER glad you liked the chapter, luff. Draco doesn't really understand what it's like to be in love.
No, honestly. I can hear the tune in my head, right now. The words, too. "You look like a stray donkey, ah yes you dooooo." xDD
*runs away* Shan't update if you're bad. Me SHAN'T!

Wait... you're on a new page????



Congrats..... I think I'll review now!!!!!!!

Love,
~~Jay~~

In the morning, or the night?
*places an order for a special convertible* =DD


I missed your post, and only saw it right now. Sowwee about that, my YAYAYAY. =[

My readers rock, y'know.
Take your time, luff. ^___^

Quote:

Our Iron Bridges
“Elaborately complex forms can arise from a small number of simple operations.”

I love the title of the chapter. It depicts the distances humans create beautifully! The quote is another good one.

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It scared him to know how badly he wanted her, scared him because he had never needed anything like this, before.

The intensity of their feelings is splendid!

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She did not care for him, and it would be best, he decided, to act as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them - any action to the contrary would only be the equivalent of massive folly.

NOOO! He's thinking it all wrong! *shakes him*

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“Malfoy?”

“Weasley?”

You know, that wuz cute.

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“Accidental kisses don’t happen for that long, Malfoy!”

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“I’ve been away from humankind for God knows how many hours, not seen a girl in what feels like ages. A place like this –” he waved a hand at their surroundings – “A place like this, and weather like we had last night, it makes one do a lot of strange things. It was a good opportunity to have some fun, and you let me so I did.”

He didnt mean that! BAD Draco .... I can't believe he convinced her with his FLIMSY excuses.


Greatttttttt chapter!

Love,
~~Jay~~

Thank you. Quote = Denis Postle. =DD
Glad to know you enjoyed it, bebeh. Intensityyyyy. <333
Aww, thankooo. <3

Quote:

Better Than Chocolate

I see now why this ficcie is called Chocolate Kisses.

Quote:

"How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill?"

BEAUTIFUL quote! It's VERY poetic, very touchin'!

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“I didn’t start that fire, Malfoy, and I could have fixed my head myself. Where are we anyway? The Land of the Stray Donkeys?”

Mr. Donkey returns!

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“Aren’t you happy I’m physically disabled, melon-head?”

He can make even his own misfortune sound... amazingly sarcastic.

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“Congratulations, Weaselhead,” he said finally, his tones anything but grateful. “You managed to fix it without making my finger sprout extra hands.”

“You’re welcome,” Ginny said sarcastically

These two are too good!

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He would, she could almost swear, not leave her in danger, if he knew of it - he would let himself get hurt, but he would do, she seemed to realize now, all in his power to save her - no, not her, but any girl.

Why did that thought sting?

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She would not weep over little things, would not back out of a challenge -- she could hold her own and, at the end of the day, she did not need him to protect her.

Why did that thought sting?

This is priceless. *writes it down*

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Was he a good kisser?

OH WOW! THIS IS AWESOME!

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He smelled like citric acid or lemon juice or – What am I doing?

One word: OHMYGOSHERZ! I should quoted that whole kiss!!!!!!! The way you wrote it Maxo.... so intense, totally amazing!

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“Go to sleep.” He sounded almost savage, did not look at her as he spoke. “Go to sleep, or I’ll hurt you, Weasley.”

This was by FAR the best chapter EVER!!!!!!
So intense... amazing Maxo!!!

Love,
~~Jay~~

Thanks! Quote = Viktor Hugo, and I LOVE it. The full quote is "How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill?" but I thought that would give the chapter away.
Draco Malfoy for you. =p
Thanks a huge heap, luff. *blushclingWHOA* Iwubyou. =]
Thaaannnkks! I should write kisses more often, you guys seem to like them so much. Thank you, once more!
Super glad to know you liked, luff!

Yes you should! Draco Ginny kissies are GOOD!

PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS!

Love,
~~Jay~~

To make up for a day my computer crashed, and I couldn't put a chapter... here comes a new chapter! [Honestly, you guys post so fast, I can't help updating just as fast.] I. Love. Y'all. Like. ANYTHING! =DD

Ooooh.....

I can't wait.

POSTPOSTPOST!!!!!!!!!!!



Love,
~~Jay~~

Chapter #15
The Final Separation
“Death offers thee rebirth.”

They spent the day in silence. Not the huffy kind Ginny was used to – it stretched, for quite a while, between her and her mother every time she did something Mrs. Weasley disapproved of – but a chilly, steel-like kind that made her jumpy and angry, and her tones cold.

Her conversation with Draco had, throughout the day, been limited to the ingredients he had listed in a cold, rather jeering drawl, and several “get out of my face, Malfoy,”-s when he had come to close. He had only smirked in response every time, making no fancy comebacks as she had expected him to. By the time evening fell, she had collected her share of ingredients, eaten off several fruit-trees to assuage her hunger, and badly needed a bit of sleep. But he was still on his feet, and Ginny held back the exhaustion, determined not to let him guess that she was tried.

“Your ingredients, Malfoy.”

She dumped them on a bit of clear ground, six or seven feet away from him, as she called out the words. Malfoy turned to look at them, smirked at her, and walked over. Ginny took several steps backwards.

“No need to be scared, Weaslehead,” he called out as he bent down to examine a twig. “I’m not going to hurt you... yet.”

“Shut your face.”

“Why? Is it killing you?”

She glared at his stupid sense of witty comebacks, and turned her back to him. Malfoy tapped her on the shoulder with his wand, and she jumped to face him. “I SAID GET OUT OF MY FACE.”

He rolled his eyes. “Listen, Weaslehead, I know my face is killing you –” he grinned at the murderous look on her face – “But I need burnt firewood to add to my potion. Go build a small fire, will you?”

“I’m not your maid,” she spat at him. “Burn it yourself.”

“I know you have a brain the size of pea, Weasley, but I thought you might have enough common sense to know I only have two hands. I can either brew the potion, or attempt to produce an ingredient.”

How had she been supposed to know he was going to commence brewing the potion while she built the fire? Ginny scrunched up her face to say so, but he had already gathered the ingredients, walked off a little distance, and conjured a cauldron. He is SUCH a donkey, she thought acidly as she glared at him – a glare he did not catch because he was not looking her way – and then, muttering swearwords under her breath, marched off a little deeper into the woods.



A little hunting produced a branch or two of good firewood, which she set aflame with the help of her wand. Ginny watched the little flames flicker for a moment or two, before she sat down next to her small-sized fire, trying her best not to think of the git Malfoy was.

She was so immersed in her thoughts, she did not hear the soft sound of footsteps, or the dangerous rustle of cloak – and then someone wrenched her brutally to her feet, twisted her arms behind her. She let out a piercing scream as she saw the flash of shining, silver dagger, felt the sharp blade sink into her arm, and then her attacker had clapped a strong, dirty hand on her mouth that drowned out all voice.



In the middle of awarding his steaming cauldron a clockwise stir, Draco Malfoy looked up. The scream had sounded far-off, but he was sure it was Ginny’s. For a moment, he was unsure and then, extinguishing the small fire that spiraled beneath his cauldron, he rushed off in the direction the sound had floated from, wand aloft, muscles tensed.

Stupid Weasley, nothing but trouble.

But emerging into the clearing, his jaw dropped open. Her attacker was cloaked from head to toe, only mean eyes visible through the slits in his hood, but Draco knew those eyes instantly, knew them without any difficulty: it was the man who had been in Ginny’s cell, the same man that had gone down in the flames. For a second, Draco could not believe what he saw, and that second of surprise cost him much: The attacker caught sight of him, and placed the dagger he carried on Ginny’s neck.

“Drop your wand,” he said threateningly. “Or the girl dies.”

Draco did not. He stood his ground, anger evident in his eyes. “You went in the flames,” he said coldly. His mind was a rush of panic, and yet he felt cool, like he was invincible, or like nothing could defeat him. He felt... like a Malfoy. “I thought you died.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, meaner than ever. “Burned a good deal, didn’t I?” he said, and his tones were bitter. “Have to wear a cloak now, don’t I?” The man pressed the blade closer to Ginny’s neck and, contrary to how Draco had thought he would feel, he felt like his own life, and not Ginny’s, hung in the balance.

The feeling that he cared sickened him.

“Let her go,” he said quietly. Dangerously.

The man held up one of Ginny’s arm, and with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, Draco realized it was bleeding. He’s hurt her. The bloody –

“Let go of your wand,” the man said dangerously. “Drop it now, or I kill her. NOW.” He flashed the dagger dangerously at Ginny’s neck, his one-handed grip on her arms loosening as he concentrated solely on the instrument in Draco’s hand, and Ginny grabbed the moment of opportunity to wrench herself free from him. She shoved a fist into his mouth, tearing his hood to reveal a very, very badly-burned face.

Sickened at the sight, she backed off and the man stuck out wildly in his panic, his dagger slashing her madly across the front. Blood gushed out, she gave a scream of pain, collapsed. Draco’s heart turned over, and his wand moved so quickly, the man barely had time to do anything else. There was a jet of green light, and the man lay on the forest ground – dead.

I killed a man. He felt sickened, revolted by the thought of what he had done, but – but he had not planned this, no he had not. It had happened instinctively, the Killing Curse seemed to have just slipped out of his tongue the moment the dagger had slashed Ginny; he had not been able to stop himself. It isn't my fault, it isn't.

The world around him seemed to have blended into a swirl of thick, angry colours and panic and intensity -- for a moment, he stood rooted to the spot, and then he staggered towards Ginny, and knelt down besides her. Her chest was motionless – she was not breathing.

“No,” he said. “No, Ginny, you can’t die, no –”

It was the Dark Arts his attention had always been devoted to – chiefly courtesy his father – and he was far from good at healing magic. Draco had never regretted this but, at this moment, he did.

They say we only learn to care - to really care - for what we love, the moment we realize we are about to lose it. For the first time in his life, Draco found it difficult, not to think straight, but to think at all. She can’t die, no – oh God, she can’t die. His mind was in a state of absolute turmoil, and incantations rolled off his tongue as he traced his wand over her frame. The bleeding ceased, but no relief came – her chest remained motionless, her body devoid of breathe.

Scared – he, Draco Malfoy, scared? But he was never scared! – very scared, he reached out a hand and touched her cheek.

It was as cold as ice.

Maxie, that was amazing! He's luck she didn't start hexing off body parts!

Nasty boy!

More please!

That's 14, not 15. You're too quick for me!

Draco: You are hurting my ego, lady.
Awww. I shall try to post slower, mmkay?

Iwubyou.

*Takes a pin to Draco's ego and makes lots of little holes*

No, no, no, post as fast as you like! I can always catch-up!

Draco: *eyes you* Did you know my ego is of the in-built, super huge, never-ceasing, totally non-damageable variety?
Aww, thankies. *shnuggle*

: "Hey hey hey! And just what is that supposed to mean, eh?! Oh, that I'm pretty? Is that it? I'm part-Veela too!??! My mama always told me I was the cutest darned donkey she had ever seen in her stray donkey life! I knew there was something special about me the second I was born - this beautiful face would take me to Hollywood someday! And will you look at that?!?! Now I'm on SS! Sure, it ain't Hollywood but I'll take what I can get. And I seem to be pretty popular anyway, I got my own fan club and everything. I bet that pretty-boy bloke doesn't have his own group of cheerleaders, eh, does he, does he? Someone get me a mirror, I'm in the mood to admire myself today."

OMG OMG OMG. When I first read that line I thought you meant he had stabbed her in the neck, I almost died!

OMG.


How many more times am I gonna faint on the next chappie?!
Oh my goodness, Maxers, that was soooo gooooood. O_O!
But so sad at the same time!!!
Yeah, Ginny's dead and all, but… my poor, poor precious mini-Veela Draco!! D: D: This is terrible!! Look how he suffers! I don't like this, I don't like it at all! Make my Draco happy, Maxers! I want to see that smirk of his again! D:

Hel...lo, Mr. Donkey? -blinkSUPERFAINT-
*huggles you* You can't faint, nuuu. You ish MINE. <3
Thanks a heap, luff. Sadness is good, in small doses. It can balance the humour, then. But too much of it is BAADDD. *nod-nod*


"Yeah, Ginny's dead and all, but..." YOU ARE SO EVIL, DEELEERINA! *eyes you* Bad DeeLee! Very bad DeeLee!

: "Hello there, Jenny. Missed me, did you? Of course you did, everyone misses Mr. Donkey! But no worries! I have returned and I'm here to stay! If I'm lucky I might have a few lines on the next chapter, it'll help increase my fan base -- oooh!! I've got a suggestion! You should have ME come in and save that Jenny Ms. Ginny! Yes, yes, that's a good idea, have the spotlight on ME! I think that'll really help the ratings, it's not everyday a donkey gets the chance to sav--"

-Tapes Mr. Donkey's mouth-
You see why it's good when he's hiding? D:


I agree, in SMALL DOSES.
SMALL DOSES!
So make my Draco happy, he already got his small dose!
-Evil Head of Mafia mode Dee-


I can't help it Draco is more important than Ginnyyyy! D:

YES! *locks him up* Pheww!
Evil is right! I shall ... try, DeeLee. But if my plan to make him happy backfires, well then... *looks VERY innocent*
WHAT? No wayyy! *hugs Ginny* =D

oh boy...Ginny...isnt dead...please say she isnt dead...no....

awesome Maxie...i loved this one too and loved the last paragraph...it was really nice waiting for more...