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wildestrangerI'm not dead yet! And still writing, although theoretically I should be writing thesis when my hands permit it, but really, you know there's going to be sme porn as well. And so I thought I'd post some snippets of various WiPs, since I can't actually imagine finishing these any time soon.
Draco/Neville for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_cliche
Clearly Granger disliked being interrupted. Although considering Potter's tendency to shriek out his opinions at all inopportune moments, you'd have thought she'd be used to it by now. Draco hang on to the sliver of contentment brought on by that though, and ignored the dread welling in his stomach.
"It was, but it appears you have a Ravenstrop among your ancestors. Descendants of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who've only been discovered recently because there was some mix up over the parentage. Apparently Helga Hufflepuff was the mother and Rowena Ravenclaw was the father, but nobody believed a woman could do that although wizards have been doing it for centuries, which is not only terribly unfair but also theoretically unsound, and honestly, you'd think they wouldn't have been so immature as to disregard the possibility just because…"
"Hermione."
Lupin's voice as quiet but as usual, managed to silence Granger momentarily. It also made her blush, which as interesting and something Draco should discuss with Pansy at a later time.
"Sorry, Remus. So yes, Malfoy, you are descended from two founders. And therefore you must perform the Conligatio Libidinosus with Neville."
Draco/Blaise/Harry
"Draco," Blaise asked in a light tone, "why is there a Potter in my bed?"
Blaise paused to listen for an answer. There was none. Instead, Draco continued to nibble on his elbow. Blaise allowed a forlorn sigh escape his mouth.
"Would it be too much to ask…"
Of course it would. This was Draco after all. Severe measures would be necessary.
Blaise shoved his elbow against Draco's mouth, causing a most unfortunate clicking of teeth as well as sleepy noise of Draconian rage. It as too early in the morning for a proper smirk, but Blaise nevertheless made his best effort.
Draco/Neville
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
Oh the fun. It was rare that Draco would let his tongue get away with itself, but Potter could always be trusted to provide occasions for unparalleled sarcasm and to not get him in trouble afterwards. Thank god for Gryffindor sense of embarrassment. Or honour, or whatever they called it.
"You might not have noticed, Potter, but this is a shop. I'm here to buy things."
"Right. Still dabbling in the Dark Arts, are you?"
Potter attempted a furious scowl, and ended up with an expression of mediocre constipation.
"Yes, Potter. In my evil lair where I sacrifice virgins and have sexual congress with goats. You were going to be my next victim, but now that you've discovered my dastardly plans..."
"Fuck you, Malfoy, I'm not a…"
"A goat? No, I suppose you're not, although the resemblance is quite…"
"I'M NOT A FUCKING VIRGIN!"
James/Regulus mpreg
He smiles when he looks at her, a smile of delight, unembarrassed. They are standing too close, almost touching, silent and shy with happiness. Regulus wants to be sick, watching them, but it isn’t revolting Gryffindor loveydoveyness that makes him nauseous. He walks on, heavy with fury, his boots echoing in the corridor.
She notices him first, raises her head and smiles at him, so secure in her bliss that she could afford a smile to a Black and a Slytherin. Apparently that makes her kind.
But James doesn’t smile and there is that look of guarded resentment that Regulus has learned to hate these last few months. And so it isn’t difficult, walking up to them, flashing Evans the most fake of grins and punching James hard on the face.
Harry/Draco forserpentinelion
"Darling, when are you going to give me a proper son-in-law and make Blaise an honest man?"
As this wasn't the first time the question had been asked, Draco allowed a slight smile to answer it. His mother, he hoped, was not too serious.
"Blaise and I are just friends, Mother. And you know he would take exception to being called honest."
Although his friendship with Blaise included a number of non-platonic benefits there was no reason to mention this to his mother. Particularly as she had caught them at it several times.
***
Rolling his eyes, Draco flicked his riding crop against his boots. His mother's flirtation with Blaise was almost as outrageous as Blaise's flirtation with his mother.
"And stop playing with your riding crop. It won't do to wear one with a dusty edge. You'll look like you've been disciplining the elves."
"I thought that was the point?"
Narcissa rolled her eyes in a way Draco had tried (unsuccessfully) to emulate for the past ten years.
"No, dear. The master of the house wears his riding crop to show his command over his household. But you are not expected to actually chastise the help with it. It's merely an ornament. As I believe I have told you before."
Draco gave his mother a long look through the mirror and brushed his ornamental riding crop against his robes.
Draco/Neville for
hp_clicheClearly Granger disliked being interrupted. Although considering Potter's tendency to shriek out his opinions at all inopportune moments, you'd have thought she'd be used to it by now. Draco hang on to the sliver of contentment brought on by that though, and ignored the dread welling in his stomach.
"It was, but it appears you have a Ravenstrop among your ancestors. Descendants of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who've only been discovered recently because there was some mix up over the parentage. Apparently Helga Hufflepuff was the mother and Rowena Ravenclaw was the father, but nobody believed a woman could do that although wizards have been doing it for centuries, which is not only terribly unfair but also theoretically unsound, and honestly, you'd think they wouldn't have been so immature as to disregard the possibility just because…"
"Hermione."
Lupin's voice as quiet but as usual, managed to silence Granger momentarily. It also made her blush, which as interesting and something Draco should discuss with Pansy at a later time.
"Sorry, Remus. So yes, Malfoy, you are descended from two founders. And therefore you must perform the Conligatio Libidinosus with Neville."
Draco/Blaise/Harry
"Draco," Blaise asked in a light tone, "why is there a Potter in my bed?"
Blaise paused to listen for an answer. There was none. Instead, Draco continued to nibble on his elbow. Blaise allowed a forlorn sigh escape his mouth.
"Would it be too much to ask…"
Of course it would. This was Draco after all. Severe measures would be necessary.
Blaise shoved his elbow against Draco's mouth, causing a most unfortunate clicking of teeth as well as sleepy noise of Draconian rage. It as too early in the morning for a proper smirk, but Blaise nevertheless made his best effort.
Draco/Neville
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
Oh the fun. It was rare that Draco would let his tongue get away with itself, but Potter could always be trusted to provide occasions for unparalleled sarcasm and to not get him in trouble afterwards. Thank god for Gryffindor sense of embarrassment. Or honour, or whatever they called it.
"You might not have noticed, Potter, but this is a shop. I'm here to buy things."
"Right. Still dabbling in the Dark Arts, are you?"
Potter attempted a furious scowl, and ended up with an expression of mediocre constipation.
"Yes, Potter. In my evil lair where I sacrifice virgins and have sexual congress with goats. You were going to be my next victim, but now that you've discovered my dastardly plans..."
"Fuck you, Malfoy, I'm not a…"
"A goat? No, I suppose you're not, although the resemblance is quite…"
"I'M NOT A FUCKING VIRGIN!"
James/Regulus mpreg
He smiles when he looks at her, a smile of delight, unembarrassed. They are standing too close, almost touching, silent and shy with happiness. Regulus wants to be sick, watching them, but it isn’t revolting Gryffindor loveydoveyness that makes him nauseous. He walks on, heavy with fury, his boots echoing in the corridor.
She notices him first, raises her head and smiles at him, so secure in her bliss that she could afford a smile to a Black and a Slytherin. Apparently that makes her kind.
But James doesn’t smile and there is that look of guarded resentment that Regulus has learned to hate these last few months. And so it isn’t difficult, walking up to them, flashing Evans the most fake of grins and punching James hard on the face.
Harry/Draco for
serpentinelion"Darling, when are you going to give me a proper son-in-law and make Blaise an honest man?"
As this wasn't the first time the question had been asked, Draco allowed a slight smile to answer it. His mother, he hoped, was not too serious.
"Blaise and I are just friends, Mother. And you know he would take exception to being called honest."
Although his friendship with Blaise included a number of non-platonic benefits there was no reason to mention this to his mother. Particularly as she had caught them at it several times.
***
Rolling his eyes, Draco flicked his riding crop against his boots. His mother's flirtation with Blaise was almost as outrageous as Blaise's flirtation with his mother.
"And stop playing with your riding crop. It won't do to wear one with a dusty edge. You'll look like you've been disciplining the elves."
"I thought that was the point?"
Narcissa rolled her eyes in a way Draco had tried (unsuccessfully) to emulate for the past ten years.
"No, dear. The master of the house wears his riding crop to show his command over his household. But you are not expected to actually chastise the help with it. It's merely an ornament. As I believe I have told you before."
Draco gave his mother a long look through the mirror and brushed his ornamental riding crop against his robes.
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Date: 2006-04-29 01:21 pm (UTC)How many drugs where you on when you wrote the first one? ;D
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Date: 2006-04-29 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-29 01:23 pm (UTC)I mean, that snippet actually works really well as a drabble, but JESUS GOD WRITE THAT FIC.
I WILL FANGIRL YOU FOREVER. I PROMISE.
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Date: 2006-04-29 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-29 01:33 pm (UTC)I have read the second Draco/Neville before. :P
For some reason, the riding crop thing doesn't surprise me one bit. Write more of that.x
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Date: 2006-04-30 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-29 01:34 pm (UTC)...and above all incredibly icky! The very idea! FPreg of the very worst kind, I should think. *lol* Still, the snippet sounds like this could get outrageously funny.
James/Regulus mpreg
The last word there is giving me severe trouble. You're not serious, surely?!
His mother's flirtation with Blaise was almost as outrageous as Blaise's flirtation with his mother.
Ah, Wilde, come to me. *g* And that ornamental riding crop will certainly come in handy after all. *g*
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Date: 2006-04-30 04:37 am (UTC)And yes, there will be mpreg. Fear me, fear my brain.
And naturally one requires literary quotations in one's fic. *g*
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Date: 2006-04-30 05:59 am (UTC)I do, most passionately.
*g*
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Date: 2006-04-29 02:48 pm (UTC)*waits more*
*loses patience*
What do you mean, they're not done yet????
*waits*
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Date: 2006-04-30 04:45 am (UTC)Also, the
Anyway. Yes. They shall be written one day!
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Date: 2006-04-30 11:06 am (UTC)So does the D/N :)