and it's such a crime how they waste their time

[alibi_factory]

Post war AU. Draco/Harry, sorta. This seems to be UST month for me. Anyway. I hate H/D, so obviously this is a little...odd.

R.

Comments

[switchknife]

You're trying to kill me, aren't you. Yes you are. Too cruel, too cruel, too cruel. I shouldn't feel delicious shivers at seeing Harry so broken.

A tad too American at times. (Am I strange for feeling that way? Perhaps it's terms like 'trashed' and 'hanging around' in the first few paragraphs. But I'm not an expert on British English either... I'm just not American. Don't mind me...)

[alibi_factory]

You know, you're right. I'm very slangy in RL but usually I keep it out of the fic; I think I wrote this too quickly to see errors. Or something. Thanks for the tip.

[alibi_factory]

thank you.

[alibi_factory]

Hello, Dracockwork McOrange.

ahahaha. that's beautiful. oh man. *wipes tear from eye*

in sepia tones, with interesting angles, and a score by Philip Glass.

hee!

[elfiepike]

oooooooooo. you do a lot of limbo-things, don't you? and you know i'm not talking about the party game, though that is awesome as well.... i guess. i like it a lot, especially the idea of harry snorting charms like cocaine.

how does he know that the shade matches almost exactly?

[alibi_factory]

yes, i do do a lot of limbo things. one trick pony! a pony who does the limbo.

er. hermione tells him?

[twistingflame]

Holy fuck. ::stares, re-reads, and stares some more::

I think you broke me. Wow.

[alibi_factory]

*puts you back together*