“Rumor has it,” Draco says, all conversationally polite enough to make his father proud, “that Harry Potter is a miserable git.”
“In more ways than one, it’s told,” Harry replies.
“And can you believe that he couldn’t even find a date for this terribly tragic and romantic celebration of mourning?”
Harry snorts, almost laughs as he says, “Seems he still hasn’t got over that bastard Malfoy, who just never came home one day.”
I aspire to be able to write like this. Words that just grasp at your heart and never let go.
The sky is pink at dusk, bleeding gold and orange.
Potter moves, away and closer again with a whispered rasping of robes that scream across the empty hallway. His glasses reflect the sun dying outside the window, burnt yellow, and his fingers bite down into Draco’s arm.
But then he’s gone again, of course, bottom lip ripe and too red. Bruised from another mouth that wasn’t Draco’s.
Guh. This is one for all those who love pretentious prose. How do people do such pretty words?!
Potter’s startlingly green eyes are sombre.
“I didn’t expect you,” Potter says. His voice is soft behind the music. “Especially here.”
EXACTLY the kind of writing I love. Perfection. Any form of tea and cake and H/D is, really.
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Draco sighed, rubbing at his face. He couldn’t really say no when Harry was being soniceand damn persuasive. Harry seemed to cling onto his impending victory, leaning in to kiss Draco’s cheek, his voice warm and coaxing in Draco’s ear.
“Nothing bad will happen, I promise,” he said sincerely.
Draco wasn’t convinced.
Malfoy was nodding. “He was just bragging a little while ago about what a miserable little cheat he was in potions.”
“Hey!” Harry couldn’t help feeling betrayed. “That’s not what I ― I wasn’t bragging. We were …”
Malfoy beamed at him. “We were what, Potter?” he said sweetly.
“Teasing,” Harry said.
Malfoy blinked his eyes, and his lashes were blonde and very long, sweeping low. “Is that what we were doing,” he murmured.
READ THIS. So many quotable bits! I feel like I know this author, I just can’t put my finger on who it is exactly. Anyone got an idea? I read all 70k words in one sitting - I just couldn’t stop reading! I love the wit, the intelligence (I think Draco and I share the same kink of big words) and I just fell in love with Pansy! So many things happening in this, so I totally disagree with the author when she says ‘no plot’.
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It’s a remix fic to this one [here] and I do think you may have to read that one first just to get a sense of what it’s all about, and to fully appreciate the beauty of The Pure and Simple Truth. Both are fantastic, yet so very different.
“What do you want from me?” Malfoy demanded.
Harry’s mind whirled in confusion. What did he want?
You, you, you. I want you. I want you so much, I can’t breathe.
I couldn’t stop giggling at the differences in the American characateristion and the British one :D
“Voldemort’s poison has been insidious,” I say to my boyfriend of almost ten years. “Today our worst enemies are people who fought on our side during the war.”
Something sharp sits on my lover’s tongue, something about Potter using big words again. Then with a sigh it’s gone, and he says, “Your worst enemies are treacle tart and freckled gingers. Those are the poisons you have to watch out for.” He slides his arm around my no longer slender waist, and what can I say? I’ve always had a thing for redheads.
Okay this is a weird one, because it feels incomplete - and not in the good way. But I guess I’m reccing this one because it’s not about the writing, it’s about the whole concept. I would explain further but no one would care.
There’s that light again. The one at the top of the stairs. He takes a step, and another and another.
I think all I can say about this is that it is literally perfection in the form of a fic. Still reeling from the ending <3
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“Do you like it?”
Harry’s pleased smile is still on his face as he turns to Malfoy. “Of course I like it. I like them all.” He waves vaguely at the new picture. “Did you find it? The spider? I love finding these little moving bits.”
“I’m glad you find art so entertaining.” Malfoy’s voice is dry, and the note of disdain is unmistakable, though his eyes are warm with humour.
UGH SO BEAUTIFUL! I really wish this was longer.
“Draco…” Harry took a deep breath, ready to rehearse their lines, but Draco didn’t say anything more, just leaned back and picked at the seam of the wallpaper where the edges were curling up.
Harry got up and went into the kitchen. He put the scroll down on the table and drew a glass of water. The washing-up was still in the sink and he flicked his wand at it while he drank. He tossed two aspirins back with the last mouthful.
Oh. Established relationships where it’s clear THEY ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER but just softly grate on each other are love. I think it’s important to show that it’s not easy to get rid of the antagonism they had between them. And the war is such an important part of both their identities, I heart it when it’s an issue that never really seems to get resolved.
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Potter,
Your denials are weak and unconvincing, just what I’d expect from someone raised by Muggles. I am now having all my post inspected by the house elves, so don’t bother with any more harassment.
As to your rude remark about my father, our solicitor assures us that Father will be released and fully cleared by the end of the month.
Perhaps your severed head would make a suitable welcoming gift for him.
DM
Malfoy,
I still don’t know what you’re on about. Unless you plan to kill me by boring me to death. Does reading your letters often cause people’s heads to drop off? Otherwise, you’ve about as much chance of killing me as you do of catching the Snitch.
Best of luck, though.
HP
Yay for epistolary fics!
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Sometimes when you’re reading he’ll sit at the table and watch you through empty eyes, fingers drumming a soft tune of hmm hum hmm against the table.
He always watches you. He’s always watched you.
Always.
I can never read completely darkfics, but when it’s like this - just that hint - I can’t resist. I love exploring their caharcaters, because really, you go through a war like that and you can’t not end up a little bit fucked up.
“Malfoy?” he asks. The man wipes away the rain on the lenses of his glasses with his fingers and repeats the word. He is blinking rapidly, shaking his head. Water sluices down his dark hair and he can see the droplets at the end dripping onto the man’s dark coat.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “I don’t understand Welsh.” He bites his bottom lip, not sure what else to say. He’s not used to speaking with anyone outside of the hospital, least of all a man babbling away in another language.
This hits my disability kink, so I can kind of ignore the fact that at one point it feels like there’s a scene missing. Good, nevertheless.
“Our lives are full of things we never mean to happen.” Draco folds Teddy’s hands in his. “Nevertheless, those things are still our responsibility. Once you take ownership of your mistakes, you become a stronger person. Do you understand?”
“I need to clean up the room?” Teddy guesses with a grumble.
“More than that,” Draco says, lips twitching into a smile. “You need to believe and accept that it is your job to do so. Never make amends out of obligation to anyone else. Make them out of obligation to yourself.”
FAVOURITE. Every single word in this fic was amazing. I fell in love with this Draco long before Harry did. And after each paragraph I had to pause and breathe because feelings. I don’t normally like H/D with Teddy (although I love them with their own kids) but this had my heart racing. Beautifully done.
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Perhaps this is Harry Potter’s heartbeat: as he is a sun; as he is a desert; as he is a drop of water: one Draco is standing in, singing Greek hymns.
They lie submerged in an ocean of clover. Maybe they have no clothes, maybe they have no bodies. Potter comes closer, until they are touching, moving against each other. Draco gasps soft silence. Potter weaves slender fingers into his hair, tugging gently until their foreheads press against each other and their legs fall together.
To those of you who love the type of writing I love (I know you exist!) this…was just amazing. BEAUTIFUL. In all the ways. The most canon Draco I’ve ever read.
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