Post-OotP WiP, Various, R.
Blind Faith by berne (WiP, drama/angst, R, various slash and het)
Really well plotted and characterized. Nicely paced and a intriguing look at the character of Narcissa Malfoy especially. I'm anxiously waiting for this one to be undated.
Summary: Draco Malfoy is in his sixth year and things are taking a turn for the worse. Decisions have to be made; ones that he had hoped would fade with time. Fate seems to be making up for the relatively peaceful year that was his fifth at Hogwarts. Herein lies: arranged marriages, the ongoing feud with Harry Potter, Quidditch and the dangers of blind faith. Rated R for gore, battle scenes and adult themes.
Quote: In one swift movement Blaise was kneeling over Draco, having pushed him firmly backwards. The crushed velvet was soft against the back of his neck, but it wasn't comfortable and Blaise certainly had no right to be *looking* at him like that. Pansy's words flashed through his mind again. He began to struggle up, but the other boy's insistent hands on his shoulders prevented him from managing anything more than a somewhat pitiable squirm.
Really well plotted and characterized. Nicely paced and a intriguing look at the character of Narcissa Malfoy especially. I'm anxiously waiting for this one to be undated.
Summary: Draco Malfoy is in his sixth year and things are taking a turn for the worse. Decisions have to be made; ones that he had hoped would fade with time. Fate seems to be making up for the relatively peaceful year that was his fifth at Hogwarts. Herein lies: arranged marriages, the ongoing feud with Harry Potter, Quidditch and the dangers of blind faith. Rated R for gore, battle scenes and adult themes.
Quote: In one swift movement Blaise was kneeling over Draco, having pushed him firmly backwards. The crushed velvet was soft against the back of his neck, but it wasn't comfortable and Blaise certainly had no right to be *looking* at him like that. Pansy's words flashed through his mind again. He began to struggle up, but the other boy's insistent hands on his shoulders prevented him from managing anything more than a somewhat pitiable squirm.