Scars and Silver: A Harry/Draco Fic Community

The Sneak

sugar_cookie15 — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 20:38:04 GMT

Title: The Sneak
Author: Sugar cookie, ME!!!!
Pairing: H/D
original characters: Randall Carter (not of J.K.R.)
Disclaimers: duh! J.K. Rowling (Randall Carter is strictly original)
Rating: (for language only, sorry TT-TT) R
Status: complete
Summary: a mysterious creature lurks within the school walls, not to mention a suspicious student just transferred from New Jersey. Draco was just far too suspicious of him by his strange aura and actions, but knew he wouldn't be able to figure out exactly what he is on his own. Overhearing a conversation Harry had with his friends about becoming a detective in the muggle world, he got to thinking. Perhaps he would be bold enough to take on his first case.

sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/5135.html#cutid2 chapter one
http://sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/5506.html#cutid1 chapter two
http://sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/5729.html#cutid1 chapter three
http://sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/6764.html#cutid1 chapter four
http://sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/7035.html#cutid1 chapter five
http://sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/7328.html#cutid1 chapter five part 2
http://sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/7510.html#cutid1 chapter six
http://sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/7719.html#cutid1 chapter seven
http://sugar-cookie15.livejournal.com/8129.html After Story Special

dragonfly_lily — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 23:19:42 GMT

Title: Promises, promises
Author: dragonfly_lily
Rating: R
Warnings: slash
Pairing: HP/DM
Word count: 812
Disclaimer: Owned by JK Rowling.
Summary: A promise of a night worth while
A/N: Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT where the prompt was “I’m not like everybody else.”

Promises, Promises

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Releasing the Dove

dragonfly_lily — Sun, 30 Jul 2006 18:16:09 GMT

Title: Releasing the Dove
Author: Chisox727
Rating: R
Warnings: slash, angst, cussing, fluff
Pairing: HP/DM
Word count: 1445
Disclaimer: Owned by J.K. Rowling.
Summary: COMPLETE: When all else has been exhausted, sometimes you have to make your peace.
A/N: Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT prompt of "If we're both drunk, it doesn't matter."

Also…this is Part 7, and the last part, of the Not Quite Perfect arc.

Part 1 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/23814.html#cutid1
Part 2 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/24447.html#cutid2
Part 3 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/26394.html#cutid3
Part 4 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/27329.html#cutid4
Part 5 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/28284.html#cutid5
Part 6 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/29565.html#cutid1

Harry stared at him and said, “You’re not evil. You’re not that. You’re many things, but evil isn’t one of them.”

Draco put his head back into his hands.

“I still don’t get it, Draco? You had to have known that was my mother’s name? Why her name?” Harry asked again. “Of all the Muggle names, why hers? Please answer me.”

Draco looked up at Potter and was amazed at what he saw. Here was the ‘savior’ to the Wizarding world crying before him and begging him for something. Potter looked shell-shocked and hurt beyond anything Draco could have wished upon him.

And so Draco did what a normal person naturally would do when someone in front of them is crying. He wrapped his arms around Harry and started whispering nonsensical words to calm him. Sure it occurred to Draco that he was, in essence, killing his own defense of being ‘evil’ by comforting Potter, but the raw pain was too much to watch.

Words like ‘Shh’ and ‘it’ll be all right’ tumbled from Draco’s mouth. Harry’s pain was so real, so tangible to Draco that he began spilling his secrets. “I picked that name because of you, Harry.

When Harry pulled back, shocked, Draco continued. “Even when I moved here, I couldn’t escape my father’s legacy. After living here a few months I realized that I needed to get a job. I had no friends, no family and I was spending every day alone in my apartment. Sure it was nice to read all day or watch the telly, but I was bored. So I went to the bank where I had exchanged my money once I got here and applied for a job. It’s a Wizarding and Muggle bank and as the assistant hiring manager looked at my last name, he face froze in anger. Apparently, he knew of my father.

“But, thankfully, the real manager was walking in at that moment and, noticing the situation, took my application and asked me to come into her office. She looked at my name and gave me a sad smile, but said she understood and would give me the job on one condition,” Draco paused, but it was too long for Harry.

“What was the condition?”

Draco grimaced as he answered, “That I change my last name.”

“And you picked Evans? How…why…Evans?” Harry asked.

Draco knew it was time to be honest. “Well, when I moved here, I was still nursing my broken heart.”

“Someone broke your heart?” Harry asked in the tone someone uses when they realize that they have no chance at romance with the person they want to.

Draco smiled knowing he was telling too much. However, he softly said, “Yes. And with him on my mind, I picked a name that I knew had significance in his life. It was my way of feeling closer to him even though I was still mad as hell that he tormented me. I swore I wouldn’t let him hurt me again.”

“But…but…” Harry said. And then Draco could see the realization on his face. “Me? You liked me? But…but I didn’t break your heart! How could I have broken your heart?”

So Draco told him the story.

Harry groaned. “But I didn’t know! Hermione has always said that I am oblivious to things right in front of my face. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“And hurt my pride?” Draco asked, scandalized. “Never.”

Harry used the back of his hand to gently rub down Draco’s face. “It would have saved a lot of time and fuss.”

Feeling very uncomfortable with his confession and knowing he had just given Potter years of blackmailing material, Draco stood and said, “I have to go. “

The shock quickly registered on Harry’s face. “Why? I’ve already I told you that I fancy you and now you’re telling me that you feel the same…”

“FELT the same, Potter, felt,” Draco interrupted. “That was a long time ago and I told you I swore to myself that I wouldn’t get hurt by that person…you…again.”

“You must be joking, Draco,” Harry said, incredulously. “Happiness is right in front of you and you wont take it?”

Draco sadly smiled. “I’m sorry, Potter. Now I really must be going.”

“At least let me make one more dinner for you…as a peace offering…you know, release the dove and all that,” Potter said.

“Potter…”

“Please, Draco, please,” Harry begged. “You still have the card with the address, right? Meet me at 6 pm for a final dinner. I’ll even make your favorite. Er…what is your favorite?”

Draco sighed. “I can’t come to your house for dinner…”

“Yes, you can!” Harry interrupted. “My house. 6 o’clock tonight. See you then!”

Draco was about to respond when Potter disapparated. Frustrated because he knew damn well he was going to be at dinner tonight, he sighed. He had no way of telling Potter he wouldn’t be attending now, and it would be carelessly rude if he was a no show. Right?

~*~

Draco walked up to the iron fence and felt a wave of foreboding. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ he thought. ‘I must be out of my fucking mind!’

He opened the gate carefully, listening for the telltale sign of the dogs. The last thing he needed was a kiss…from one of the dogs. Draco knocked on the door and was surprised when it opened on it’s own.

“In here, Draco,” Potter’s voice called from the kitchen. “Make yourself at home. There’s wine on the table.”

Draco followed Harry’s voice through the dining room into the kitchen. He could hear the dogs barking from someplace upstairs. Harry was stirring a pot that was boiling and trying to get a pan of chicken into the oven. All without magic.

“Let me help you,” Draco said as he walked over and took the spoon from Potter’s hands. “Ever heard of magic, Potter? Great thing when you need to do two things at once.”

Harry was floored. Not only by Draco’s offer to help, but by the fact that he seemed to know what he was doing. “Um…did you get a glass of wine?”

“Not yet,” Draco answered as he set the temperature under the pot to a lower degree. “Want to grab me a glass? And where is the lid for this? It needs to simmer.”

Harry got the wine and the lid for Draco and the two men sat at the kitchen island, drinking and talking.

“Aren’t you surprised I am here?” Draco asked after a few glasses of wine. “I did turn you down for the invitation.”

Harry smiled and failed when he tried to sound confident, “Nope. I knew you’d come.”

Draco snorted inelegantly at the response. His eyes widened comically when he realized what he had done, but Potter was laughing so hard, it was contagious. The two men laughed, almost to tears.

Harry leaned wrong mid-laugh and would have fallen off his stool, but Draco grabbed him by the upper arms and righted him. Both men stopped laughing immediately, aware that Draco had not taken his hands off of Harry.

Suddenly they were kissing. Their lips sealed together, roughly, and Draco made a small noise as Harry’s tongue pried open his mouth. Each man fought for dominance over the kiss, Draco winning as Harry relented. Their kiss was a surprise to both of them.

Harry’s hands began unbuttoning the shirt in front of him, grazing Draco’s nipples in their haste. Harry’s mouth left his and trailed down his neck, chest and belly before returning to it’s home. Someone made the most embarrassing moaning noise, but Draco couldn’t be sure whom it was. As Harry started to unbuckle his belt, Draco pulled away.

“We can’t, Harry!” Draco said, breathless from the kiss.

Harry almost sounded petulant when he asked, “Why not? We’re both consenting adults!”

“Because…because…” but Draco couldn’t think of a real reason, other than he hated Harry. But even he could tell that was no longer true. “We’re drunk”

"If we're both drunk, it doesn't matter." Harry tried.

Draco laughed at the logic and said something that surprised them both. “Not our first time. I don’t want to be drunk for our first time.”

He could tell Potter was disappointed, at first, but suddenly his face lit up.

“You don’t want to be drunk for our first time? Meaning there will be a first time?” Harry said hopefully.

Smiling, Draco replied, “Possibly. Maybe.”

Harry beamed, knowing this was the beginning of something wonderful.

fin

Having Fun at Your Expense

dragonfly_lily — Sun, 23 Jul 2006 22:54:50 GMT

Title: Having Fun at Your Expense
Author: Chisox727
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: pre-slash, language, angst
Pairing: HP/DM
Word count: 1507
Disclaimer: Owned by J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Draco decides to have fun at Harry’s expense. It doesn’t turn out quite the way he had hoped.
A/N: Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT prompt of “Why are all the pretty one’s insane?” (which I missed last week, but had started) and this week’s prompt of "Evil is an art form."
Thanks to the Harry Potter Lexicon for explanations of the Fidelius Charm and other information.

Also…this is Part 6 of the Not Quite Perfect arc.

Part 1 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/23814.html#cutid1
Part 2 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/24447.html#cutid2
Part 3 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/26394.html#cutid3
Part 4 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/27329.html#cutid4
Part 5 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/27329.html#cutid4

“Why are all the pretty one’s insane?” Harry said, much louder than Draco would have liked.

Draco was doing an excellent job at storming out and Potter’s crack stilled him. He could only imagine what all the customers around them were thinking. Spinning on his heal, Draco growled, “Potter…”

“Harry!” Harry interrupted and gave the infuriating ‘disarming’ smile.

Draco’s growl grew louder, “Potter you’re exasperating!”

Harry’s smile grew at the insult. “One of my best qualities, some would say.”

“Who? Your Gryffindor friends?” Draco snorted, before adding, “Anyone with an IQ above 90 and with any amount of social grace would find you to be maddening.”

Harry’s smile faltered for only a second or two before it regained strength. “I just like to think I am good at what I do; no mater what it is.”

“Fine, be good at it. Just leave me alone,” Draco said louder than he intended. He turned and started to walk out. He wasn’t surprised when Harry called out his name again.

Draco closed his eyes, wishing for patience as Potter caught up to him. “Can we at least talk? I know you might find me a bit irritating…”

“Maddening, Potter. That’s a lot more than ‘a bit irritating’ when I last looked,” Draco said, taking a deep breath to keep from losing it.

“Okay, maddening, but…here…lets sit on this bench and at least you can hear me out.”

Potter motioned to a bench against the wall to the store. It was far enough from the entrance that no one would hear them. After inspecting it for all the gross goodies one might leave on a public bench, Draco sat. He chose to sit on the end furthest from the door, as he knew he could speak softly. He didn’t trust Potter to do the same. He also could see the people walking in and out, giving him something to look at besides Harry.

“Speak!” Draco commanded and was thrilled when Potter did.

“I just want a chance, Draco,” Harry implored.

Narrowing his eyes, Draco mumbled, “I’m giving you a chance. So speak.”

“No, not just a chance to speak. I want a chance to see if we…if we can…”

“Spit it out, Potter,” Draco grumbled.

“I want a chance to see if we can make it work…together…as a couple…romantically,” Harry said. All the rejection lately had made him lose a bit of his Gryffindor courage.

“I gave you that chance at your house last week,” Draco spat.

Harry just smiled.

‘Damn him and that damn smile!’ Draco thought, already recognizing that the smile that had irritated him was now beginning to work on him.

“Draco,” Harry intoned as if speaking with a small child or an angry animal “did you really? Did you really give me…us…a chance when you ran out so quickly? You got scared too quickly.”

Draco’s anger began to simmer again before he said, “You insulted and laughed at me! You took advantage of me and kissed me!”

“But I told you how I felt, first,” Harry said, not really explaining away his actions, more in a way to tell Draco how he viewed it.

“How can you justify…” Draco began, but the words stuck in his throat as he saw a man walk out of the store. A very important man was walking towards them. His boss.

Harry, however, did not see who was coming towards them as his back was to the door. “How can I justify what, Draco?”

“Shh! Just…oh my God!” Draco said, the panic building on his face as he saw that they had been seen.

Harry was startled at the expression on Draco’s face. But just as he was about to ask him what the problem was, a large man walked up to their bench.

Draco’s face turned beet red as he stood and shook hands with the older gentleman. “Hello, Mr. Miller, sir. How are you?” Draco tried to not let anyone hear the fear in his voice.

“Fine. I’m just fine, Mr. Evans. Just out for a bit of milk and eggs.” Mr. Miller said, oblivious to Draco’s discomfort.

Draco tried to smile, but it was all too much.

“But I must be going. We’ll see you on Monday, then. Take care,” Mr. Miller said and walked away.

Draco was mortified and slunk into his seat next to Potter. Covering his face with his hands, he mumbled, “Oh no…oh no…oh no.”

“Evans? Your new last name is Evans? But that was my mother’s last name. You had to have known that. Why would you have picked ‘Evans’, Malfoy?” Harry said, his dismay turning to a bit of anger.

“How could you find me if you didn’t know my new last name, Potter. It’s not like I was easy to find.” Draco said, uncovering his face and trying to sound angry. “You must have known before now.”

Potter stared at him. “I just…saw you. When I was here six months ago, I saw you at this grocery store. I couldn’t spend any of the Ministry’s time or money investigating why you were here, but I really wanted to know. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so after talking it over with Hermione and Ron, I took a leave of absence and came back to see if I could find you again.”

Draco gawked at him, dumbfounded.

“At first when I did, I couldn’t find you. I was afraid you had left. But then I was in a Muggle club on 18th street one night, and there you were. I hid in the shadows until I knew I could sneak out without you seeing me.” Harry voice broke as he spoke.

Draco’s curiosity got the better of him when he asked, “If you were looking for me, why didn’t you say something that night?”

Harry looked sheepish. “I couldn’t walk up to you in the middle of a Muggle club and say ‘Hi’. You would have known that I was there for you, or, if I weren’t, I would have to ignore you. I had to make it look like it was a coincidence we were in the same place at the same time, so I could talk to you without you storming away!”

“So it wasn’t a coincidence that you were at the market that day. You tried to get me to follow you around the place,” Draco said, realizing what had happened.

“Yes. I knew you wouldn’t like being ignored or dismissed. I counted on that as I walked away.”

Draco knew things were not making complete sense. “But you rented a house. You got dogs. You planned on staying?”

“Well, I did get the dogs for company. I don’t know anyone here but you. The house… the house is the Ministry’s.” When Draco looked confused, Harry continued. “It’s under the Fidelius charm, which is why I had to give you the address on the business card. I’m not the secret keeper, so I literally couldn’t tell you where it was located. How many other houses have you seen in Chelsea, Draco?”

“None.”

“Exactly. There are very few houses and none with yards. Without magic that wouldn’t have been possible.”

Draco swallowed and grumbled, angry that he hadn’t thought of that.

“You still didn’t answer my question,” Harry said, pulling Draco out of his own thoughts. “Why did you pick ‘Evans’, Draco?”

“It’s a Muggle name, Potter. It’s not like I know a lot of Muggle names,” Draco answered, trying to sound angry so Potter would rise to the bait and hopefully leave. He couldn’t possibly tell Harry the truth, that Harry had broken his heart when he dismissed Draco during 7th year. That Draco had realized he wanted to be closer to Potter, to be more than just an acquaintance or a friend. And when he had finally gathered to courage to ask him out, once he saw him he couldn’t get the words out. Potter was on a rampage, angry at the Weasel about something, and Draco just ‘happened’ to be there. When he tried to speak, Potter started taunting him and asked how it felt to be an orphan now that his parents were in Azkaban. He used all of Draco’s insults and previous cruelty to hurt him. And it left Draco with a broken heart and a new hatred of all things Potter.

He remembered all of this, but obviously Potter didn’t. So, like a true Malfoy, a Slytherin to the end, he went in for the kill with the words he knew would destroy Potter. “Besides, I picked a name of someone I knew my father would have liked to torture.

The shock and dismay on Harry’s face was painful to Draco. “Why would you do that? That is just evil!”

Draco’s smile grew as he sadly said, “Evil is an art form. It’s one of my best qualities, Potter.”

TBC

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dragonfly_lily — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 00:57:53 GMT

Title: The Grave of Dreams
Author: Chisox727
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: pre-slash, language, angst
Pairing: HP/DM
Word count: 1281, long one this time
Disclaimer: Owned by J.K. Rowling, except for the title of the coffee which is owned by Starbucks and is a personal favorite of mine.
Summary: Because no one could ever refer to Draco as sunny.
A/N: Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT prompt of “Where were you last night?” with bonus points if the phrase “I want coffee”, is thrown in as well.

Also…this is Part 5 of the Not Quite Perfect arc.

Part 1 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/23814.html#cutid1
Part 2 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/24447.html#cutid2
Part 3 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/26394.html#cutid3
Part 4 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/27329.html#cutid4

It had been nearly a week since the disaster at Potter’s house. Five blissfully quiet days where Draco hadn’t spent any amount of time thinking about that git. He would never waste his time worrying about what Potter had meant when he said he ‘was going to have his way with me one day.’ As if that would be okay with him? Certainly not!

As it was Draco was enjoying a Venti Caramel Macchiato at the local coffee house and reading the Saturday morning paper. He didn’t normally go out this early in the day, but he had awoken to the thought, ‘I want coffee!’ It was a peaceful and welcome change to the madness that had been his life the last week. Work at the bank had been insane. The Muggles were oblivious to the Wizarding side and the Wizards were embarrassingly fascinated with the Muggle money and banking practices. Draco worked in the back, underwriting loans, and had changed his last name to protect himself from prejudice that seemed to plague him in his early years. While he still looked the same, his new name provided him enough of a cover that he didn’t cringe every time he was called out by some co-worker. He had moved to the Chelsea neighborhood because of its assiduous anonymity. People were just too damn busy in New York to notice you, and that fit Draco just fine.

Originally, he had left England for a brief holiday. The battle had ended and he had finished his last year of schooling under an extreme amount of stress. Actually, if he was to be honest, the year before that had been quite awful, too. He had become an adult literally overnight. One day he was enjoying his reign as the king of Slytherin and the next, his father had been imprisoned in Azkaban and he was the new head-of-house at Malfoy Manor. As a child, he had truly believed in his father’s, and later Voldemort’s, rhetoric, but that began to change as he aged and matured. The final straw was placed on the fire of doubt once his father was captured and no support was provided. All the Malfoy heir had received were summons to do missions for The Dark Lord and punishment for his father’s failure.

Finding the missing Horcruxes after the end of sixth year had been a stroke of luck, really. His mother had been arrested two days after his ‘escape’ from Hogwarts. The Aurors had invaded the Manor looking for the ‘Horrifying Hogwarts Fugitives’, as the Daily Prophet had repulsively named them, and she had been caught trying to protect his father’s secret collections after dueling with an Auror.

They had taken all of the “dark” items, but Draco knew that his father’s true gems were well hidden in his private safe. And that safe would never have been kept in someplace as common as Gringotts. Snape had insisted they stop at the Manor after the Aurors were gone so they could retrieve the items. At the time Draco didn’t realize the magnitude of what they had found and was distraught when Snape wanted to contact Professor McGonagall. He played off that he was conflicted when Snape badgered him to ‘switch sides’ but Draco was shrewd enough to know that it was the best choice, given what had been found. So, as it turned out, it was the best thing that could have happened for all involved that Draco and Snape brought in the missing Horcruxes.

Seventh year started late, the first of November, after the final battle, the succession of war trials and the celebration ceremonies. As such, Graduation was held near the end of August and the younger years only had days off before the next term. Draco had been glad to pass his N.E.W.T.s and leave the castle, as he had never felt safe once he deflected. The Slytherins were relentless with their pranks and abuse. The rest of the school avoided him. Draco hadn’t really expected anything else. No one wanted to associate with someone whose parents were in Azkaban. Severus had gifted Draco with a thousand Galleons for his successes (and where Snape found that kind of money was beyond him) and had encouraged him to ‘go see the world’ instead of returning to an empty family home.

That was how he found his way to Manhattan, the working world and into his relatively peaceful existence. That was until Potter arrived. Potter. Even the name spat out as if it were a curse. Potter. Potter. If Draco tried hard enough he could hear the venom striking as he aimed at the name. Potter.

“Where were you last night?” Harry said, shaking Draco out of his thoughts. Instantly he was convinced that he must still be in bed and having a nightmare because there was no possible way that Potter could appear like that. It was if his thoughts had called out to him. Damn him with his sneaking up at the most unexpected moments! It was a good thing Draco wasn’t a spy during the war because he would have been killed straight away!

“What are you blathering on about now, Potter?” Draco asked in as bored of a tone as he could muster.

“Harry. The name is Harry. You can call me that, you know?” Potter said, trying for that disarming smile again.

Draco just stared at the intruder.

Clearing his throat Harry tried again, “Um…I asked where you were last night?”

“No. I believe you asked, ‘Where were you last night?’ as if you would have any idea where I would normally spend my Friday nights.” He could tell by the blush creeping up Harry’s neck that he did know where Draco spent Friday nights.

“Potter! Are you stalking me?” Draco spat, fighting between his anger at being followed and delight at getting to spit poison all over the name.

Harry’s face turned the most violent shade of crimson. “No! No, of course not! I just…I just happened to notice…”

“Happened to notice what, Potter?” Draco asked.

“I just happened to notice that you are usually at that dance club on Chelsea St.,” Harry mumbled. When he noticed Draco’s outrageous look he added, “When I walk the dogs, I mean! When I walk the dogs I sometimes see you there.”

“When you walk the dogs?” Draco slowly asked. “When you walk your three, very small dogs down the non-residential, mainly nightclubs street. That was when you noticed me? Inside a dark, very crowded, dance club? The one I usually don’t go to until well after 10 pm? That’s the place you ‘happen to notice me’, Potter?”

“Um…well…I…well, you see…” Harry stuttered.

“I get it, Potter. I ‘see’ more than you do,” Draco said as he stood and grabbed his paper and coffee. “I ‘see’ that you’re following me. I ‘see’ that you keep trying to have these chance encounters. I ‘see’ that your behavior hasn’t changed much from 6th and 7th years when you were obsessed with my every move; obsessed with my every action. I ‘see’ better than I have in years.”

Harry looked absolutely wounded by the words and Draco thought that this should have made him feel better, finally ‘getting’ to Potter.

“Draco, wait. I…want to explain,” Harry tried, his voice not carrying the usual confidence.

With the coldest look he could generate already painted onto his face, Draco said, “No explanation needed, Potter. Just stay the fuck away from me.”

As he stormed out, Draco could feel Harry staring at him and he could only imagine the defeated look that followed him.

TBC

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dragonfly_lily — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 03:40:13 GMT

Title: Love Bites
Author: Chisox727
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash, language, a wee bit more angst, and a bit of crack!
Pairing: HP/DM
Word count: 711
Disclaimer: Owned by J.K. Rowling
Summary: Draco runs out, but our hero wouldn’t let that be the end of it, would he?
A/N: Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT prompt of “It was just a kiss” with bonus points if the phrase “I want to be a pirate”, is thrown in as well.

Also…this is Part 4 of the Not Quite Perfect arc.

Part 1 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/23814.html#cutid1

Part 2 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/24447.html#cutid2

Part 3 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/26394.html#cutid3

Draco bolted out of the house but as soon as he hit the porch steps, he remember that Potter had let the dogs out before dinner and that the little ankle bitters were still out in the yard.

“Damn it!” Draco swore aloud as he considered whether or not it would be better to return inside or take his chances with the three puppies from Hell.

His indecision nearly cost him as he heard Potter yell from the back of the house, “Gershwin, Sherman, Einstein…come boys!” Draco nearly trembled as all three came tearing out from the front bushes they had obviously been lying in with the intention of attacking him and swung around the house toward their owner’s voice.

Draco had reached the walkway to the gate when he heard the main door to the house open behind him.

“If I called you, would you come too?” Harry’s voiced asked from behind him.

Draco spun so quickly he nearly got dizzy. “Excuse me?”

Harry trampled down the stairs and faced his guest. “I’m sorry, that didn’t quite come out right. I meant that if I asked you would you come back inside.”

It took all of Draco’s self-control not to explode. “Potter, I don’t know why you thought this delusional act would serve as some benefit…”

“I’m sorry, Draco!” Harry implored. “I really am sorry. Please, come back inside.”

Draco stared incredulously at his enemy-turned-dinner companion and said, “Are you kidding? You think a little ‘I’m sorry’ will undo what has happened here?”

Harry smiled and hoped it was enough to disarm Draco. “I have tea…and crumpets and things. Come on, Draco. You never were as good at the dramatic exit thing as you thought you were.”

“Is that supposed to be funny, Potter?” Draco asked with a mirthless laugh. “Invite your guest over, steal his clothes, insult him and then expect him to reenter the house of a million laughs?”

Harry sighed. Draco could tell he really wasn’t good at the whole get-the-person-you-just-insulted-to-like-you-again thing. He almost took pity on him. Almost.

Draco was just getting ready to walk away again when Harry cleared his voice and replied, “What if I made it worth your while? You’re a Slytherin, right? You’re always up for something if you see some value in it for you.”

“What could you possibly have that you think I could want?” Draco asked. He was more than shocked when Harry answered not with words but a warm, wet kiss.

Their lips sealed and Draco was amazed at the heat it created. Harry applied just the right amount of pressure. Draco’s shock was short lived as he found himself melting into the kiss and he nearly had to bite back a moan at the deliciousness of it all. Never had he imagined that this was what he might want. His brain was beginning its shut down mode when Potter slid his hands around to Draco’s back and they traveled upwards toward his neck. This was enough to make Draco remember that he didn’t even LIKE Potter!

“Ack!” Draco cried as he pulled away from the kiss. “What was that?”

The back of Harry’s hand came to rest on his mouth as he answered, “It was just a kiss!”

“A kiss?” The tone in Draco’s voice was returning. “What were you thinking? You think you can just steal a kiss from me and that will be all right? Who do you think…”

Harry smirked at the word ‘steal’ and replied, “Well, I’ve always wanted to be a pirate.”

“…you are, Potter? You can’t…wait…What?” Draco asked, suddenly lost in his own rant by Harry’s strange confession.

“Never mind,” Harry muttered. “Come inside, Draco. Let me make it up to you.”

Harry tried to take his hand, but Draco pulled out of it just as quickly. “No! No! I think you’ve made quite enough for me, Potter. I’m leaving. Good night and thank you for this most unusual evening.”

Draco turned and exited the yard as quickly as he could without actually running.

“Draco,” Harry called in one last attempt.

His voice was steady and clear as he responded, “Stay away from me, Potter. Go back to England.”

TBC

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X-posted everywhere…sorry if it aggravates you, folks!

dragonfly_lily — Sun, 04 Jun 2006 18:19:52 GMT

Title: Don’t Look Back in Anger
Author: Chisox727
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: pre-slash, language, a wee bit of angst
Pairing: HP/DM
Word count: 827
Disclaimer: Owned by J.K. Rowling
Summary: Dinner and a bit more!
A/N: Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT prompt of I am going to have my way with you one day...if that's okay with you.

Also…this is Part 3 of the Not Quite Perfect arc.

Part 1 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/23814.html#cutid1

Part 2 here: http://chisox727.livejournal.com/24447.html#cutid2

Draco had to admit, Potter’s home was classy. After changing and freshening up, he was wandering the living area while listening to Potter whistle to Gershwin music. Currently he was in the main room, admiring a piece of art on the wall and drinking a glass of Riesling.

“Is this a Eugene Delacroix piece?” Draco asked, eyes glued to the artwork above the mantel.

Harry, who had just placed a serving dish of vegetables down on the table in the adjoining dining room answered, “Yes. The original used to hang in my parents home. This is a copy, but I like it.”

“It’s quite lovely. A copy you say?” Draco said, sipping on his wine. “I wouldn’t have known. Do you have any other pieces by him?”

“No. Just the one. Dinner is about to be served, if you’d like to take a seat.”

Draco turned and followed the delicious scents to his seat at the table. He was a bit uncomfortable, if the truth was to be told. Potter was making an effort to make him feel at home, but it was Potter, and Draco was not really ready to be graced by his company.

Harry lit the candles, causing an eyebrow to rise on Draco’s face.

“It’s for ambiance and to balance the smell of the onions,” Harry replied, almost too quickly.

Dinner was served and as they ate, Draco realized that Harry had no idea what to talk to him about. They discussed all the small talk items they could, successfully skating around the topics of war, Hogwarts, Dumbledore and all their dead classmates. The two men talked about Muggle and magical sports, local politics and current literature. They argued over Potter’s choice of familiars and Draco was slowly getting to the point where he had had enough wine to ask the question he was most curious about.

And Potter was right. He did serve a mean onion, tomato and leek pie.

“All right, Potter. You told me you’d give me some answers if I came here tonight and I want some answers. I want to know why you’re here.” He took a sip of wine and waited for the other shoe to drop.

“In New York? In Chelsea? In this house?” Harry said, his smile blooming on his face.

Draco’s eyes closed to mere slits.

“I already answered that at the market today.”

“Listen Potter,” Draco said, his voice rising, “I don’t know why you’re here or who sent you...”

Harry’s eye’s widened in surprise as he questioned, “Who sent me?”

“…but I don’t appreciate you waltzing into my neighborhood…”

Harry laughed, “I didn’t ‘waltz’, Draco.”

“…and what’s with that…’Draco’…I thought I told you not to call me by my name. We’re on a last name basis, Potter, and…”

“Isn’t your ‘last’ name still a name, Draco?” Harry smirked as he asked.

“…I don’t appreciate you waltzing into my neighborhood and mucking up my market and thinking that you can make me Spring Onion Pie or whatever and everything will be okay,” Draco ended in a huff.

Harry stood and came to sit next to Draco, rather than across the table. Draco stiffened but faced him head on.

“Listen, I’ll call you 'Malfoy' again if it makes you feel better, but I really am here only for you,” Harry began.

“You don’t have to call me 'Malfoy',” Draco said, relaxing the tiniest bit.

“I took an extended vacation from my job to come to New York. I really have been here twice before. That much is true. I got the dogs for company because I couldn’t stay in this house all alone,” Harry continued.

Draco’s shoulders dropped as his defensive wall came down. He didn’t know why, but Harry’s voice was calming.

“I’m here, Draco, because I wanted to see you again,” Harry said earnestly. “I am here to see what happened to you. I am here to see why you left.”

Draco closed his eyes, afraid to face Harry’s honesty. He took a sip of wine and savored the tart taste on his tongue. He was afraid to even breathe.

“Draco, I am here because of you. I am here to see if there is any truth to what everyone has always said to me when they said that there was an undeniable energy between us. And I am here because I am going to have my way with you one day...if that's okay with you.”

With those words, Draco spat out the wine in his mouth, nearly drenching Harry, and his eyes went comically wide. “You’re…what? You’re…”

He jumped up and spun around looking for something…anything to ground himself, to make it make sense. Looking into Harry’s eyes, finally, he realized that nothing was okay. None of this made sense.

With those thoughts circulating in his head, he grabbed his keys off the end table and ran out the door.

TBC

Quidditch Innuendo Fic Challenge!

quill_n_ink — Thu, 25 May 2006 06:43:12 GMT

Hello. I do love challenges that I have seen and have decided to make my own.

Alright, this challenge is called The "Quidditch Innuendo" Challenge. In this you must have a fic centered around two characters, whether of straight pairing, m/m slash pairing, or femslash. Also at least one Quidditch Innuendo, sexual in nature, must be present in the fic, though you are free to have as many as you want.

Pairings I enjoy, but you are not limited to, are: teen!James/teen!Sirius, teen!James/teen!Remus, teen!Sirius/teen!James, teen!Sirius/teen Remus, teen!James/teen!Sirius/teen!Remus, Harry/Draco, Fred/George, Bill/Charlie, Oliver/Flint, Oliver/Percy, teen!Sirius/teen!Severus, teen!James/teen!Severus, teen!Remus/teen!Severus, Remus/Hermione, Sirius/Hermione, Draco/Hermione.

I can't wait to see the fics, and I'm sure they'll be great. This challenge will be crossposted in a lot of HP fanfic communities.

Deadline: I'm going to say a week from today, so that's next Thursday, the 1st of June.

Fic Search Harry/Draco

bored_girl_101 — Mon, 17 Apr 2006 16:27:31 GMT

I read a story ages ago it was called 'Hello' and the first chapter was Draco about to do suicide when Harry comes and says he loves him. Then Draco says that they should have a drink, and he poisons his own. When he's dead Harry's upset and I think the mirror? tells him to look in Draco's diary and it says something like- 'you could have had me at hello'. The second chapter went back to the beggining of the story and it had a scene where Harry had roses carved on his bedpost.
That's all I can remember sorry, but does anyone recognise it?
Hugs to anyone that comments!!

bored_girl_101 — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 10:07:11 GMT

I read this story ages ago where Harry or Draco had to go somewhere for work? The other was left in the house and they had some form of communication. An animal or insect –maybe a scarab beetle- that they put in their ears and they could talk to each other. The person left at home was on a couch? And the person at work was talking deliciously dirt stuff to him and half way through the person came home and they had sex :).
I’m sorry this is really vague and I keep getting Harry and Draco mixed up but has anyone heard of anything like this? I might have a few things wrong or mixed up.
*sheepish grin*

H/D fic search

bored_girl_101 — Thu, 16 Feb 2006 18:53:21 GMT

Hi, my friend has come over and she wants slash bondage. With Dom!Harry and Sub!Draco
Anyone got any good ones?
Thanks!

"Dragon Dreams" (H/D one-shot, PG-13) by Lilian_Cho

lilian_cho — Mon, 06 Feb 2006 13:05:57 GMT

Title: "Dragon Dreams": A Harry Potter fairy tale
Author: lilian_cho
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When the Malfoys forgot to invite the Dark Lord to their son's twelfth birthday party, he cursed Draco to prick his hand on a broom splinter and die. A year later, Harry Potter found himself having a strange dream...
Warning(s): Slash, AU!Book Two through Seven, some gore
Other Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa
Word Count: 8,778 words
Beta: saerrabbande, somigliana
Britpicker: underlucius

Autumn 1991

Harry Potter was not impressed by Draco Malfoy’s looks, but the young saviour of the Wizarding world did pay the Malfoy heir greater attention than he did anyone outside Gryffindor House. After his second encounter with the boy, Harry found himself having a strange dream.

Rimming!

bored_girl_101 — Sun, 05 Feb 2006 09:18:13 GMT

My huge kink for rimming has recently tripled in size (and that's really saying something) so does anyone know any good descriptive rimming fics? Either short stories or one-shots please. My attention span is small so I wouldn't be able to stay with a really long story.
Double hugs if it's Harry doing the rimming on Draco or if it's Draco first time being rimmed, but I honestly don't mind- you can't go wrong with rimming!
*drools*
Thanks and hugs to anyone that comments!

Just a fuck

sexthepainaway — Thu, 15 Sep 2005 11:53:13 GMT

Based on the wonderful song, “Every you, every me,” by the fantastic “Placebo.” If you haven’t heard it, go download it now, it’s great…

Title: Just a fuck.
Author: sexthepainaway
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco doesn't need or want love.
Disclaimer: I am nothing more than a mere peasant boy to the rich and mighty JKR
Word count: 1,200
Dedicated to star_dancer54 There's no dog collars, but I still hope you like it :P

Just a fuck…

Bedtime Stories

sexthepainaway — Sun, 11 Sep 2005 14:43:47 GMT

Blah. Kind of pleased with it, kind of not.

Title: Bedtime Stories
Author: sexthepainaway
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry wants a bedtime story.
Disclaimer: I am nothing more than a mere peasant boy to the rich and mighty JKR
Word count: 1,000
Dedicated to xingou because she made me an awesome icon! Look, there it is, in the corner of this post! ::shows off::

Come and read your bedtime story...

Whore

sexthepainaway — Sun, 11 Sep 2005 14:43:14 GMT

Title: Whore
Author: sexthepainaway
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Whores are only good for one thing and Draco knows it.
Disclaimer: I am nothing more than a mere peasant boy to the rich and mighty JKR
Word count: 1,200
Dedicated to charlotteschaos for getting me out of a writers block rut. Yeah.

Something whorish this way comes...

FIC: meme!drabbles

motovif — Fri, 20 May 2005 23:31:38 GMT

The drabbles from the drabble!meme that was floating around some time ago. At last, they are finished! ^_^ Enjoy. (X-posted like a madwoman. Sorry.)

Drabble One by Summercloud
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): fluff, drunk!draco
Disclaimer: I own nothing, k? =)
DEDICATED: paradise4writin

Drabble One

* * *

Drabble Two by Summercloud
Pairing: Fred/George
Rating: PG
Warning(s): twincest
Disclaimer: I own nothing, k? =)
DEDICATED: _xanthia

Drabble Two

* * *

Drabble Three by Summercloud
Characters: baby!gred-and-forge
Rating: G
Warning(s): ...none?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, k? =)
DEDICATED: allara

Drabble Three

* * *

Drabble Four by Summercloud
Pairing: Fred/George
Rating: PG
Warning(s): twincest
Disclaimer: I own nothing, k? =)
DEDICATED: rei_magami

Drabble Four

Thank you for reading! I hope everyone had fun. And, um, more requests are welcome if anyone wants. *blush*

If this violates the rules of any comm, mods, please feel free to delete. ^_^

"I am Responsible for My Rose"--a HP/Little Prince fanfic by Lilian Cho

lilian_cho — Tue, 26 Apr 2005 05:03:37 GMT

Title:I am Responsible for My Rose
Author:lilian_cho
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Summary: a Harry Potter adaptation of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince, told from Severus Snape’s point of view
Word Count: Chapter one of twenty-seven. 1000+ words.
Warnings: AU!Fic, H/D UST (if you're expecting them to get physical--it's not gonna happen. They're only 11-12, and are not going to do more than hold hands), gay subtext (Two males will proclaim their love to each other. You may choose to read this platonically or romantically.)
Spoilers: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince, all Harry Potter books
Other Pairings: (you can read chapter one as LM/SS subtext, and later chapters as HP/SS subtext. This fanfic has gay subtext like whoa. If you have slash in your brain, you can see Harry paired to just about every other character in this fanfic. But he’s not. Because he’s prepubescent--11-12 y.o. Ahem.)
Author’s Notes: I have back-story giveaways at the fic LJ.

Hi all :-) I'm a new member. (BTW "scarsandsilver" is the best H/D comm title I've seen). I’m not sure about the community’s rules regarding posting a link to the fic in another LJ. Please tell me if I need to post the chapter here.

*point to icon* That's a quote from my fanfic. The blue-eyed white snake is called Karma, and she plays an important part in Chapter One: "C'est un chapeau."

FIC: Drabbles

motovif — Wed, 13 Apr 2005 22:58:02 GMT

I come bearing two drabbles.

Be Careful...
»Summercloud
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Warnings: pervy humor
Word count: 103
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Please!
( Drabble #1 )

***

Favors
»Summercloud
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: fluff-ness
Word count: 86
Disclaimer: They remain not-mine.
Feedback: Please!
( Drabble #2 )

Thank you for reading!! ^_^

Cross-posted to an embarrassing extent. Sorry! =^^=

If this doesn't fit the requirements of any community, mods, feel free to delete.

littlecho — Fri, 08 Apr 2005 01:10:56 GMT

Right, so scarsandsilver did kind of die, in respect to challenges, during March...sorry about that.

Your challenges for April are:

1. To write a piece (any length) that contains the words "salutation", "honey-bear" and "withering".

-or-

2. The keyword is: Surprises! Be it a surprise ending, a surprise party, or a surprise surprise, anything flies! Have fun with that. :)

The challenge closes on April 30th, and as always, other fics are accepted and appreciated, although they will not be counted in judging.

Let's hope that April gets a little more action than February did, because everyone likes getting action...right? ;P

~littlecho

Seven Deadly Sins

invisible_amye — Mon, 14 Mar 2005 21:51:31 GMT

Title: Pride
Authour: Amye (invisible_amye)
Rating: PG-13 for pottymouth, higher in further parts.
Warnings: None so far
Summary: Pride is all I have left...
Pairing: Harry/Draco, after a while :)
Part: 1/7

He walks past me in the corridor. I catch his eye and hold his gaze as he stalks past, sneer well in place. He deserves that sneer. The amount of times he has made a fool out of me-

He deserves everything he gets.

Bang! His broad shoulder collides with my slender ones, showering the floor with books and parchment.

"Fuck, Potter, you could at least try to be careful..." My comeback trails off lamely. I haven't been on form recently. Because of the whole thing with father getting sent to Azkaban. Yes, that's why. Azkaban.

He smirks at me. "What's the matter, Malfoy? Can the little princess not take it?"

I glare at him, but cannot find the words. No, I can't take it. Not any more. I'm not up to this any more. Not when your deep green eyes are looking at me like that, boring into my soul. Not when your hair is rumpled from the wind and your shirt is untucked, hanging down low, your tie loose, making want to grab your collar and just...I swallow.

"Fuck off, Potter, or I'll put you in detention." Ooh, scary Prefect. I loathe myself. And I know what is coming. Granger steps around him, Weasley backing her up like some orangutan body guard. Prick. Potter never should have made friends with him. He's so shite at making decisions. Weasly is weak, that's what he is. Potter needed a right-hand-man who could hold his own, but Weasley could never do that. I could always do that.

"No, you won't." Fucking priss.

"Fucking priss." Weasley's lip curls up in disgust. "Oh, go fuck yourself, you dickwad." Wow. I really have slipped. I'm shocked myself at the extent of it. Potter steps up to me, a whole four inches taller, so close I can smell the gum on his breath and his deoderant, feel his warm breath on my lips, see the shine on his lips...

"You're pathetic, Malfoy," he snarls, in a voice so cold I could have sworn it was mine. "A pathetic, fallen baby who can't cope any more now that Daddy's gone away." Who can't cope any more now that you're this close to me, now that you're so close I could just reach out and kiss you, and ruin my life for ever. But I will never do that. Never. I will always be strong. I have my pride.

Potter and his gang stalk away, leaving my broken shell behind, the last remnant of what my family once was, clutching grimly at the last few scraps of their pride, so pathetic that even my own house have forsaken me. Pride. It's all I have left.

Enjoy :) xxx♥xxx

immaturity — Sun, 13 Mar 2005 16:33:11 GMT

Hi I'm new here... I just started writing Harry/Draco fanfiction, and I wanted to put up the only attempts I've been somewhat pleased with. I only have 2 chapters so far, and sorry if you like chapter 1 but are disappointed by chapter 2 (I'm scared of that happening o__0)

Title: Not yet determined...
Author/Artist: immaturity
Rating: G to PG, for now. Pretty tame at the moment
Warnings: Nothing yet
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter so don't sue
Summary: Harry thinks that his summer will be great until an unexpected visitor arrives.
Concrit?: Sure :)

(Chapter 1)

Title: Still not yet determined...
Author/Artist: immaturity
Rating: I would personally say between PG and PG-13, but I'm not completely sure...
Warnings: Nothing yet, excluding a few rather pleasurable thoughts (not very deatiled though)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, so don't sue me.
Summary: Harry starts to feel something for his visitor... And it's not anger.
Concrit?: Sure :)

(Chapter 2)