| H/D Fic Rec |
[Jan. 16th, 2010|02:20 am] |
I made it just and just before the reveals. Here are ten more awesome recs from the hd_holidays. Enjoy!
♥ Potty <3 Drakey (H/D, PG-13, WC: 2,500)
Summary: Lots of scary, hairy, barely-sane wizards came from Grimmauld Place, leaving some even more disturbing curses behind. Draco is helping Potter clean up when he discovers exactly how... creative his extended family could be. Then it gets worse.
"I always thought your wand felt friendly."
♥ Kneazels and Crups (H/D, PG, WC: 2,500)
Summary: Some creatures just aren't compatible under normal circumstances.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Harmless, am I? I work at the Ministry too, in case you've forgotten, and I move in much more influential circles than you do!"
"Yes, because you serve them coffee during meetings!"
Draco stared at him. "You – you know damn well that the secretary act is just a disguise for the fact that I'm an Unspeakable, you bloody wanker!"
"You're not supposed to admit that, you blundering idiot!"
♥ Draco Malfoy's Travelling Theatre of the Strange and Spectacular (H/D, NC-17, WC: 27,500)
Summary: "I welcome you to Draco Malfoy's Travelling Theatre of the Strange and Spectacular. Hold onto your seats, for this is not entertainment for the faint of heart. You will see both amazing spectacles and shocking displays. Get out your smelling salts, uncap your Firewhisky bottles -- it's going to be an evening you'll never forget."
"Blimey," said Malfoy, laughing. "You're terrible at sex."
Harry punched Malfoy in the face.
♥ Trajectories (H/D, PG, WC: 35,000)
Summary: Rembrandt's phrase in describing his painting: "Die meeste ende di naetureelste beweechgelickheijt", can be translated as greatest, most natural movement (emotion or motive).
"Well," said Harry, "at first it was because my girlfriend just dumped me. Or... something. Then it was because one of my friends is dead, and my other friend is going off his rocker because of it, and I can't do anything to help him."
"Well," said Draco, "my girlfriend hasn't spoken to me since she led my entire house out the front door of the castle and then never came back, one of my friends was killed at Hogwarts and is now hiding somewhere where I'll never be able to find him and he'll be some sort of miserable troll for the rest of his death-time, and my other friend is also going off his rocker, only I can't do anything to help him because he's doing it in Azkaban."
Harry wordlessly passed him a bottle of Firewhisky.
♥ Light to a Blind Man (H/D, NC-17, WC: 3,500)
Summary: Sometimes love makes us stupid.
Draco was pushing harder now, tongue rougher, following each swipe with a light scrape of teeth that had Harry arching up into the contact. His nerves felt raw and exposed and somehow that only made it better, more intense. The rational part of Harry understood that half the reason it was always so good between them was because he forgot, after, just how it felt to have someone else touch him, how good it could be. The rest of him knew there was no way it could be anything like this with anyone else.
♥ Lies of Liquid Truth (H/D, NC-17, WC: 47,000)
Summary: The fact something is not a lie does not make it true, just as not all untruths are necessarily lies – Draco has grown up knowing that. Harry has also learnt it eventually. What he must now see is that the trick lies in asking the right questions because you may never get another chance, and that the hardest of it all is to tell apart the truths from your own lies.
"I want to see it," Harry whispered. He slid his hands up and down Malfoy's thighs.
"I don't care what you want," Malfoy told him, sitting up, and kissed him until the air between them simmered.
"That's good," Harry managed before twisting Malfoy onto his stomach and biting his way down his spine, "because I wasn't asking."
♥ The Trouble with Good Sense (H/D, PG-13, WC: 7,900)
Summary: When you fill a hotel with flying quills, hands-on demonstrations, and too many Aurors, someone is bound to get cranky.
Draco did the next best thing: he froze. It was hard not to with five of Potter’s fingers warm on his face. And it was damned irritating to find himself accidentally following one of Potter’s orders. Potter touched his bruised eye gently with the damp cloth. It did feel good. Draco held still while the cloth made its way over his cheekbone, cooling the bruised skin there. Potter put the cloth down and rubbed ointment into the bruise with two fingers. Draco may have stopped breathing. A bit.
♥ The World Thy Gaol (H/D, R, WC: 18,300)
Summary: In the post-war world, nothing seemed to fit quite right anymore.
Kissing Potter was nothing like he'd imagined. In his feverish dreams, Potter's kisses had always burned like Fiendfyre—explosive, destructive, relentless. The dreams had portrayed Draco as caught in the tidal wave of Potter's lust, helpless to resist, desperately turned on by the notion that the Boy Who Lived, the bloody Chosen One, had chosen him.
But in reality, Draco nearly bumped his nose, Potter's lips were chapped, and Chosen One tasted prosaically of salt and Muggle spirits. Potter made a soft sound of pleased surprise as Draco's lips crashed into his, and he opened his mouth against Draco's, bobbling his drink in the process and spilling it all over Draco. Potter drew back immediately, leaving Draco cursing his own idiocy and Potter's.
♥ Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day (H/D, NC-17, WC: 37,000)
Summary: Even though he's unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.
"A Stinging Hex?" he scoffed. "Really, Potter, is that the best you can do? You didn't even make me bleed. I won't even have a scar." He stared at Potter, increasingly displeased by Potter's guilt-free expression. References to the day Potter had nearly murdered him with the Sectumsempra Curse usually made Potter drop his gaze in distress.
"Malfoy," Potter sighed exasperatedly. "You bring that up every time we duel. It's getting old."
"Is that so? You know what's not getting old, Potter? My scars. You mutilated me. Isn't it nice you're able to forget?" Draco pressed his lips together in anger, though, technically, he was lying. The scars were barely visible. The truth was he could only see them through a magnifying glass. Nonetheless, Potter ought to have felt guilty. Forever.
"I don't believe you," Potter said flatly. "Snape said you wouldn’t have any scarring."
Draco fumed. His hand flew to the top button of his shirt. "You're sure about that? Want to see them?" Draco unfastened the button.
Potter's eyebrows rose. Mouth twitching, he crossed his arms on his chest and cocked his head. "Sure. Go on, then, Malfoy. Take off your shirt."
Fuck.
♥ Says The Magpie To The Morning (Sorrow, Take Your Own Advice) (H/D + other pairings, NC-17, WC: 34,000)
Summary: It's terribly bad form, sleeping with your ex when you're still half in love with the bastard.
I shudder when his mouth drags across my collarbone. "Harry," I choke out, and I tangle my fingers in the back of his thick, black hair. It's been ten months since I've touched him, and I've wanted him every fucking day since. No matter how much I hate myself, I need this, need to rake my fingers down his nape, need to pull at the collar of his shirt until I can feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. There's a phoenix tattooed on his back, rich black and deep crimson, wings spreading across his broad shoulders and onto his biceps. I need to see it again. Now. "Turn around." My voice is thick, rough, and I jerk at his shirt, not caring that the buttons scatter across the floor. |
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