TITLE: Our Winter

AUTHOR: Jade Okelani


RATING: PG-13 (for now)


PAIRINGS: Draco/Ginny Harry/Hermione

SPOILERS: Anything through GoF is fair game. This is set in the future, during Ginny's sixth year.

ARCHIVE: If you want it, take it. I'd appreciate a note letting me know where it's going.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. J.K. Rowling and a lot of greedy publishers own them. Warner Bros. has a piece of the pie now, as well. But really, folks, let's face it -- J.K. is never going to finish things up at this rate, so it's fallen upon us, the humble fanfic writers, to continue her epic tale as we see fit. (And if a time comes when she does actually finish, I will happily apologize for ever having doubted her in the first place. ::doesn't hold breath:: )

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This fic has been written to please one person, and one person alone -- my partner in crime, Sarea. It is a work in progress, but I'm hoping to update it with some regularity. (Encouragement from you, the reader, will do wonders for my muse. *g*) If you love it, you have Sarea to thank, and if you hate it, you have Sarea to blame. *eg*

BETA THANKS: All the hugs and perfect madeleine cookies in the world to Sarea and her Big Red Pen.

SUMMARY: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has a secret -- deep within its walls, an ancient society of power dwells. Ginny Weasley wants nothing more than membership and all the privilege it ensures. Draco Malfoy holds her future in his hands, provided she adheres to certain terms for one month's time. The end of winter brings with it sorrow, joy, and change.

DEDICATION: To Sarea, who is truly the sister of my heart and the best friend I could ever ask for. She listens, she rants, she tolerates, she edits, she even makes Julienne Fries. Most of all, she keeps me sane, and also indulges my insanity. (Yes, I don't care if that seems contradictory; don't question the insane.) I do it all for you, Sarea, I do it all for you! (And I'm cool with that.) A better partner in crime, no one could ask for. This story is her birthday (and Christmas . . . and New Year's . . . and Valentine's Day . . . and Memorial Day . . .) present, and I hope she enjoys it as much as I've enjoyed creating it for her. No matter what happens in the end . . . remember . . . ::Jewish Grandma:: It all comes from a place of deep love!