If You Ship Drinny (Draco/Ginny) Reblog And I Will Follow You. No Questions Asked.

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

Draco had a bad feeling that if Ginny ever used the word please, he would give her anything she asked. Anything she wanted. Just like Theo did — with Pansy.

But Ginny would never do that. She would never beg.

Because she could only take. 

Take every part of him without a need to give anything in return.

That’s how fucking close she got. 

And he couldn't resist her. Not now, not ever. Because the only time he could call her mine was when she came back for more.

And it was the only thing he wanted.

Mine.

high fidelity by lucid dreaming

how is this not ginny :(

Commission for the fic Still Life by monsterleadmehome. Thank you!! It was a delight drawing this

draco and ginny : the kiss

i still have some!

Do you guys remember when Boyd Holbrook was the perfect Dream Cast for Draco Malfoy and Cynthia Decker was the perfect Dreamcast for Ginny Weasley, because I do!!?

The edits and graphics were mind blowing gorgeous and they fed the flames for all Fire and Ice shippers until we had an uncontrollable inferno and we all rejoiced in it's flames.

Ah, I miss those days....

I miss that ship.

Dang, I feel old.

for she did follow him through the land of fog and mist and he would wear her like an albatross hung around his neck the albatross did follow by chromeknickers

Eventually the instinct to breathe kicked in and she inhaled, gulping in a mouthful of ice-cold sea water. There was pain at first, awful pain, and then a lightness like euphoria.

She began to drift, her mouth and eyes opened wide as she sank deeper into the sea. And as the black fingers of unconsciousness curled their way into her brain, her last vision was of Draco diving in after her; his hand reaching out for hers.

the albatross did follow by chromeknickers

not me actually trying to draw something in digital after 10+ years without a pen or a tablet 

hopefully ginny & draco in progress (updated)

You took my hand in yours You started breaking down my walls