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A brief I'm-not-a-Merlin-fan-but-it-was-fun update, ???s, and some sloppy-kissing Lip-Locked fic!
Hello!
I'm back from my lovely weekend away with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cassie_black and accioscar. I live near London, have a HM Forces rail card, and never miss a chance to schmooze with fangirls. We went to two theatre productions - one, a Sondheim musical, and one a black comedy. I'm not a huge lover of Sondheim, but the cast were great. The play we saw later in the evening was amazing, and the acting was just in-your-face superb. I got to see Rupert Someone-from-Merlin in his pants, and got a smile and a nod from Colin Someone-from-Merlin after taking his picture with a near-hysterical Scar.
I also laughed my head off, drank a lot of lovely cocktails, and ate some yummy food! I finished up the weekend at Kings Cross, waving bye-bye to Mr Nursedarry and my kids, as they were catching the train to Scotland to spend half-term with my in-laws. (Better them than me, I say!) I'm working this week, as my boss is also away, but wow, I've got the house all to myself! RESULT!
Now, for two compltetely random questions:
1. Does anyone know where acromantular is these days? I need to speak with her somewhat urgently. It's nothing bad, just one of those "doh!" moments we've had at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_remix. Thanks, anthimaeria!
2. Does anyone know how to take lots of jpgs and make a slide-show that can be posted on/linked to LJ? I've seen it done before, but I've no idea about those things and am keen to learn!
Okay... how about some gooey kissy-fic!
I got a beautiful and touching - AND HOT - gift called Of Dreams and Reality by the lovelykamerreon. It's full of near-trust, typical boy-communication, and even a bit of forgiveness. Did I mention it was hot?
Here is my submission, written for the prompt-tasticbaterina_1234.
Title: Suspend Your Disbelief
Rating: PG13 (Huh, what?!)
Wordcount: ~1350
Warning: Someone’s a bit tied up at the moment.
Summary: Time for a little Q & A. Fluffy kink-kissing.
Note: This was also written using a prompt given me byhp_positions for their Valentines Shag (see end of fic).
“Potter, what the hell is this?”
“That’s Auror Potter to you.”
“All right, Auror Potter,” Draco fairly spat out the words. “This may be how you interrogate other suspects, but I demand you get me down from here! I am a human being, not an animal, and I will not be treated as such!”
Draco hung upside down suspended from the ceiling, while Harry, resplendent in the crimson robes and black polished boots of the Auror Corps, walked in circles around him. Draco’s robes had been discarded onto the floor and his tie now dangled in front of his angry features. His arms had been restrained, and he tried vainly to push the tie out of the way with his head, all the while keeping eye contact with Harry.
“I am sure this contravenes any number of human rights, not to mention Wizard rights, and believe me, when I’m released, you’re going to be very, very sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Malfoy.”
“I’ve not told you my name; I could be anyone!” Indeed the suspect was wearing a glittery grey mask, not unlike the ones Harry had seen on Death Eaters before, but as he could easily see Draco’s hair, he was pretty sure he had the right man. And of course, the attitude just screamed Malfoy.
Harry produced a roll of parchment. “I have here a list of your crimes. Care to refute them?”
Draco, for once, spoke in in a more civil tone. “Let’s hear it.” He continued to twirl in place, and Harry moved around him to keep eye contact.
“Can you deny being a member of a family of known Death Eaters?”
Draco glared at him, silver eyes throwing daggers at his captor. “You know I can’t, you arse.”
“So, these known offenders, one Lucius Malfoy and one Narcissa Malfoy are, indeed, your parents.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Potter, how thick are you?”
“Auror Potter! And I’m asking the questions!” Harry sharpened his tone; he knew it was possible to intimidate his suspect; he’d done it before. He just needed to adopt a more authoritarian manner and a suitably intimidating posture.
“Fine! You were questioning them last night, weren’t you? No doubt they’re still recovering from the experience.” Draco continued to stare malevolently as he twirled in a slow circle.
“And what an enlightening experience that was,” Harry confirmed, hoping to unsettle Draco.
The words had the desired effect. “What do you mean? You didn’t… hurt them, did you, you prat?”
Harry grasped Draco’s shoulder and stopped his circular movement.
“I did whatever it took to ensure I received the answers I wanted. The answers I knew they could provide. I now know about all of your family’s strategies, so don’t think for one minute I’m ignorant of your plans.”
“Liar. They would have told you nothing.” Draco looked unimpressed, but Harry knew him well enough to know that Draco would be desperate to hear of the conversation between Harry and his parents. As well as discovering Harry’s intentions.
Harry released his hold on Draco and once again began pacing around him. “They told me enough, Malfoy. Like how they have an estate in the south of France. That it’s always kept at the ready, fully staffed, fully stocked, and how they’ll be using it as a refuge from the….unpleasantness which they are sure is coming.”
“They told you that?” Draco sounded genuinely surprised. “They’ve never told anyone I know about that. They must be… serious about… you.”
“It’s pretty obvious they’re thinking about your welfare, Malfoy. Sounded to me like they wanted you to have a better life. And if that meant divulging some of the family secrets to the Aurors, then that’s what they were going to do. That’s what they did…” Harry inched closer now, invading Draco’s personal space.
“Did they tell you about the birds?” Draco asked. “I bet they didn’t tell you about them. They obviously didn’t feel that was necessary to my well-being.”
“Malfoy, stop making shit up. You’re not going be let off by thinking up things you assume I’ll be interested in.” Harry stopped in front of him, now holding Draco steady with both shoulders.
“The house. In France. My father originally bought it for the birds.” Draco sneered, as if remembering something distasteful.
“What birds? Start talking sense, Malfoy, or I’ll make this evening less…enjoyable.” Harry was almost growling now. How was it that Draco always seemed to wind him up with the simplest of comments?
“My father watches them. Why do you think we have those stupid peacocks at the Manor? My father is a bloody bird fancier!”
Harry couldn’t help it: he laughed into Draco’s face. “You’re having me on!”
“It’s the truth, Potter. You can even tell him I told you, seeing as he told you about the chateau in the first place. I can’t believe he did that!” Draco sounded incredulous even still.
Harry frowned then and brought his mouth to within inches of Draco’s. He blew a puff of air against Draco’s face. “Shut up, Malfoy, and start telling me something of real importance, or this won’t go well for you.”
Being tied upside down for so long, combined with his outburst, had made Draco’s face quite flushed. He looked good enough to… Harry brushed his lips against Draco’s.
“Potter!” Draco squawked.
Harry ignored him and held Draco’s face steady between strong hands.
“I demand that you—” Draco couldn’t finish the sentence with Harry’s tongue stuffed in his mouth.
Harry continued to hold Draco’s face, kissing his upturned mouth, intimately acquainting himself with Draco’s teeth and palate. After a few seconds, Draco kissed him back and Harry almost lost his footing. How he had longed for this…
What felt like hours later, they came up for air. “Are you ready to play nice, now, Malfoy?”
“Potter—”
“Auror Potter!”
“My head is pounding. Let me down— enough of the damned Auror/Prisoner role play.”
“Can I keep kissing you?” Harry asked as he pointed his wand at Draco’s bonds.
Draco’s hands sprang free and he pulled his wand from his sleeve. Muttering a charm towards his feet, he was slowly lowered to the floor where he righted himself. “Ow, my head,” Draco complained, rubbing his temples.
“Aww, poor baby.” Harry gave him another almost-kiss.
Draco grabbed him by the uniform and roughly kissed him back. “I’m nobody’s baby,” he spat.
“You’re your parents’ baby. Their Little Dragon, they called you.” Harry smiled as Draco’s face once again became as red as it had been whilst suspended.
“My parents! Merde!,” Draco said with a cringe.
Harry grabbed the mask off Draco’s face. “Wow, you must be mad if you’re resorting to French.” He’d never admit it, but Draco’s ability to speak a foreign language was as much as a turn-on for him as the Auror robes were for Draco.
“Better get used to hearing it, Potter, if my parents have invited you to join us in France.” Draco smirked at Harry’s now-flushed face. “I speak it all the time there.”
Harry could feel himself salivating. He generously deposited some of his excess spit into Draco’s mouth.
“Ugh, Potter!” Draco wiped his hand across his lips. “A little finesse, please!”
“So, when are we leaving?” Harry said, stepping back to undo the charmed school robes.
“The night before half-term holidays,” Draco said, rubbing his wrists to get his circulation back. “Any later and we’ll never get a Portkey, and long-distance Apparating sucks. My parents are right — this country is a nightmare during school hols. WAIT!”
Harry looked up, suddenly concerned. “What is it?”
Draco smiled at him. “Keep the robe on.”
“Hmmm…. Up for something more? Is that an invitation to stay in the dungeons tonight, Death Eater?”
Draco walked toward the door of the empty classroom, and said casually over his shoulder, “Seeing as my parents now consider you part of the family, it’s about time my dorm-mates did too, Potter.”
“That’s Auror Potter!” Harry cried, smiling at Draco’s back.
The End ♥
* Prompt fromhp_positions was Role-Play
I'm back from my lovely weekend away with
cassie_black and accioscar. I live near London, have a HM Forces rail card, and never miss a chance to schmooze with fangirls. We went to two theatre productions - one, a Sondheim musical, and one a black comedy. I'm not a huge lover of Sondheim, but the cast were great. The play we saw later in the evening was amazing, and the acting was just in-your-face superb. I got to see Rupert Someone-from-Merlin in his pants, and got a smile and a nod from Colin Someone-from-Merlin after taking his picture with a near-hysterical Scar. I also laughed my head off, drank a lot of lovely cocktails, and ate some yummy food! I finished up the weekend at Kings Cross, waving bye-bye to Mr Nursedarry and my kids, as they were catching the train to Scotland to spend half-term with my in-laws. (Better them than me, I say!) I'm working this week, as my boss is also away, but wow, I've got the house all to myself! RESULT!
I would like to thank EVERYONE who has left me lovely comments on the H/D meme. I'm glad my fic tickles your funny bone - I've always said that my stories may sometimes lack poignancy and poetry, but if you need a piano dropped on your head, I'm your gal! I am also so glad to have had the opportunity to meet so many of the great fen who play in my sandbox! And I look forward to organising more get-togethers in future! I really do enjoy everything I do in fandom, and I am so grateful for your nice words. ♥s to you all!
Now, for two compltetely random questions:
acromantular is these days? I need to speak with her somewhat urgently. It's nothing bad, just one of those "doh!" moments we've had at hd_remix.anthimaeria!2. Does anyone know how to take lots of jpgs and make a slide-show that can be posted on/linked to LJ? I've seen it done before, but I've no idea about those things and am keen to learn!
I got a beautiful and touching - AND HOT - gift called Of Dreams and Reality by the lovely
kamerreon. It's full of near-trust, typical boy-communication, and even a bit of forgiveness. Did I mention it was hot? Here is my submission, written for the prompt-tastic
baterina_1234.Title: Suspend Your Disbelief
Rating: PG13 (Huh, what?!)
Wordcount: ~1350
Warning: Someone’s a bit tied up at the moment.
Summary: Time for a little Q & A. Fluffy kink-kissing.
Note: This was also written using a prompt given me by
hp_positions for their Valentines Shag (see end of fic).“Potter, what the hell is this?”
“That’s Auror Potter to you.”
“All right, Auror Potter,” Draco fairly spat out the words. “This may be how you interrogate other suspects, but I demand you get me down from here! I am a human being, not an animal, and I will not be treated as such!”
Draco hung upside down suspended from the ceiling, while Harry, resplendent in the crimson robes and black polished boots of the Auror Corps, walked in circles around him. Draco’s robes had been discarded onto the floor and his tie now dangled in front of his angry features. His arms had been restrained, and he tried vainly to push the tie out of the way with his head, all the while keeping eye contact with Harry.
“I am sure this contravenes any number of human rights, not to mention Wizard rights, and believe me, when I’m released, you’re going to be very, very sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Malfoy.”
“I’ve not told you my name; I could be anyone!” Indeed the suspect was wearing a glittery grey mask, not unlike the ones Harry had seen on Death Eaters before, but as he could easily see Draco’s hair, he was pretty sure he had the right man. And of course, the attitude just screamed Malfoy.
Harry produced a roll of parchment. “I have here a list of your crimes. Care to refute them?”
Draco, for once, spoke in in a more civil tone. “Let’s hear it.” He continued to twirl in place, and Harry moved around him to keep eye contact.
“Can you deny being a member of a family of known Death Eaters?”
Draco glared at him, silver eyes throwing daggers at his captor. “You know I can’t, you arse.”
“So, these known offenders, one Lucius Malfoy and one Narcissa Malfoy are, indeed, your parents.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Potter, how thick are you?”
“Auror Potter! And I’m asking the questions!” Harry sharpened his tone; he knew it was possible to intimidate his suspect; he’d done it before. He just needed to adopt a more authoritarian manner and a suitably intimidating posture.
“Fine! You were questioning them last night, weren’t you? No doubt they’re still recovering from the experience.” Draco continued to stare malevolently as he twirled in a slow circle.
“And what an enlightening experience that was,” Harry confirmed, hoping to unsettle Draco.
The words had the desired effect. “What do you mean? You didn’t… hurt them, did you, you prat?”
Harry grasped Draco’s shoulder and stopped his circular movement.
“I did whatever it took to ensure I received the answers I wanted. The answers I knew they could provide. I now know about all of your family’s strategies, so don’t think for one minute I’m ignorant of your plans.”
“Liar. They would have told you nothing.” Draco looked unimpressed, but Harry knew him well enough to know that Draco would be desperate to hear of the conversation between Harry and his parents. As well as discovering Harry’s intentions.
Harry released his hold on Draco and once again began pacing around him. “They told me enough, Malfoy. Like how they have an estate in the south of France. That it’s always kept at the ready, fully staffed, fully stocked, and how they’ll be using it as a refuge from the….unpleasantness which they are sure is coming.”
“They told you that?” Draco sounded genuinely surprised. “They’ve never told anyone I know about that. They must be… serious about… you.”
“It’s pretty obvious they’re thinking about your welfare, Malfoy. Sounded to me like they wanted you to have a better life. And if that meant divulging some of the family secrets to the Aurors, then that’s what they were going to do. That’s what they did…” Harry inched closer now, invading Draco’s personal space.
“Did they tell you about the birds?” Draco asked. “I bet they didn’t tell you about them. They obviously didn’t feel that was necessary to my well-being.”
“Malfoy, stop making shit up. You’re not going be let off by thinking up things you assume I’ll be interested in.” Harry stopped in front of him, now holding Draco steady with both shoulders.
“The house. In France. My father originally bought it for the birds.” Draco sneered, as if remembering something distasteful.
“What birds? Start talking sense, Malfoy, or I’ll make this evening less…enjoyable.” Harry was almost growling now. How was it that Draco always seemed to wind him up with the simplest of comments?
“My father watches them. Why do you think we have those stupid peacocks at the Manor? My father is a bloody bird fancier!”
Harry couldn’t help it: he laughed into Draco’s face. “You’re having me on!”
“It’s the truth, Potter. You can even tell him I told you, seeing as he told you about the chateau in the first place. I can’t believe he did that!” Draco sounded incredulous even still.
Harry frowned then and brought his mouth to within inches of Draco’s. He blew a puff of air against Draco’s face. “Shut up, Malfoy, and start telling me something of real importance, or this won’t go well for you.”
Being tied upside down for so long, combined with his outburst, had made Draco’s face quite flushed. He looked good enough to… Harry brushed his lips against Draco’s.
“Potter!” Draco squawked.
Harry ignored him and held Draco’s face steady between strong hands.
“I demand that you—” Draco couldn’t finish the sentence with Harry’s tongue stuffed in his mouth.
Harry continued to hold Draco’s face, kissing his upturned mouth, intimately acquainting himself with Draco’s teeth and palate. After a few seconds, Draco kissed him back and Harry almost lost his footing. How he had longed for this…
What felt like hours later, they came up for air. “Are you ready to play nice, now, Malfoy?”
“Potter—”
“Auror Potter!”
“My head is pounding. Let me down— enough of the damned Auror/Prisoner role play.”
“Can I keep kissing you?” Harry asked as he pointed his wand at Draco’s bonds.
Draco’s hands sprang free and he pulled his wand from his sleeve. Muttering a charm towards his feet, he was slowly lowered to the floor where he righted himself. “Ow, my head,” Draco complained, rubbing his temples.
“Aww, poor baby.” Harry gave him another almost-kiss.
Draco grabbed him by the uniform and roughly kissed him back. “I’m nobody’s baby,” he spat.
“You’re your parents’ baby. Their Little Dragon, they called you.” Harry smiled as Draco’s face once again became as red as it had been whilst suspended.
“My parents! Merde!,” Draco said with a cringe.
Harry grabbed the mask off Draco’s face. “Wow, you must be mad if you’re resorting to French.” He’d never admit it, but Draco’s ability to speak a foreign language was as much as a turn-on for him as the Auror robes were for Draco.
“Better get used to hearing it, Potter, if my parents have invited you to join us in France.” Draco smirked at Harry’s now-flushed face. “I speak it all the time there.”
Harry could feel himself salivating. He generously deposited some of his excess spit into Draco’s mouth.
“Ugh, Potter!” Draco wiped his hand across his lips. “A little finesse, please!”
“So, when are we leaving?” Harry said, stepping back to undo the charmed school robes.
“The night before half-term holidays,” Draco said, rubbing his wrists to get his circulation back. “Any later and we’ll never get a Portkey, and long-distance Apparating sucks. My parents are right — this country is a nightmare during school hols. WAIT!”
Harry looked up, suddenly concerned. “What is it?”
Draco smiled at him. “Keep the robe on.”
“Hmmm…. Up for something more? Is that an invitation to stay in the dungeons tonight, Death Eater?”
Draco walked toward the door of the empty classroom, and said casually over his shoulder, “Seeing as my parents now consider you part of the family, it’s about time my dorm-mates did too, Potter.”
“That’s Auror Potter!” Harry cried, smiling at Draco’s back.
The End ♥
* Prompt from
hp_positions was Role-Play