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Hey all! Hope everyone's had a good week, now that it's almost over. *smirk* Mine has been pretty damn busy with work and at work. I've taken on a few extra hours at the evening job, and I've been training a new worker at the day one, so I haven't had much time to do ANYTHING, much less email or journal. I apologize if this has left some of you feeling neglected. It's certainly not my intention. 8( What time I did have was put towards some good use, however: I have a new drabble installment for A Proper Courtship, and I'm a little closer to having a drawble batch ready for the community. The drabble is included below. I'm quite pleased with it, despite my drained and slightly cranky mood at the moment. 8p Thankfully, I'm taking a day off, which will recharge my batter some.
Some HP news: Recently, I joined a brand new yahoo group that's all about the Dom!Draco/Sub!Harry Lurv. I found it while following a recommendation from VeelaInc, a general HP slash usergroup. (No, it's not just about Veelas. *snork*) The new group has great potential, but currently my inbox is getting spammed alive by stuff from there. 8p The worse part? Very little of it has to do with fiction or art so far. BP I understand that it's a new group, and it's struggling to launch itself properly, but it's just really irritating to keep deleting responses about admin polls and chattiness by the screenfull. I don't mind conversational messages, but that's all there is right now, save for 1 or 2 stories, and the amount of chatting is. Way. Fuckin'. Much. *sighs* I keep telling myself to give the group some time... but usually at those moments I'm also thinking, "Ouch, my clicker finger is starting to seize up." *snork* I might just turn off the "receive mail" feature if it continues to be excessive. I'll just have to remember to check in periodically for the precious few stories that are getting posted. In case you're interested in the group, here's the email address: DomDracoandSubHarry@yahoogroups.com. Curiously, there isn't a page for the group, even though I am obviously receiving messages. Either the site simply doesn't have one, or it's being worked on at this moment. *shrugs* Dunno which.
It's an interesting perspective, once you can get past the spamming, Dom!Draco and Not-Dom!Harry. I know it's not a rare expression of the pairing, but my adventures through Fandom seem to suggest that most ppl feel that if Draco Malfoy is getting his freak on with Harry Potter, the sinful Drarry lurve can only be expressed with Malfoy getting it up the arse regularly, often whinging in some degree about it. *smirk* The few Dom!Dracos I have seen make Draco a rapist bastard pretty much. Ummm... hello Black, meet White: go find some middle ground. *snork*
There's one good story on DDSH list, but it's one of those "They Were Never Wizards In The First Place" alternate universe fics. *...* I'm all for variety, as you can tell by my joining the group specifically for it, but it feels a little pointless to make it an HP fanfic when you could easily put in any old Muggles. Harry Potter IS about the magic, as much as it's about Harry. Why not just make it an original work of fiction instead? This quibble aside, the story is very good: it's engaging, humourous, well-written and full of interesting details and facts about the world of Music. It has great manga potential, especially for a shounen ai (please pardon any misspelling there). What's left that makes it HP-related tends to set up cute little allusions to the canon stuff more than anything else. Kind of like an inside joke, if you happen to find that joke funny, that is. Ah well, I'm being fussy tonight, and it's only Fandom Angst. *snork* If your curious to read it, I have the information but not an url to read it outside of the usergroup. I'm sure it's posted elsewhere, though. "Life As Experienced Through Your Fingers" by Gold-Snitcher.
Ok, that's enough babbling for now. I really need some sleep at this moment, so I'll leave you with the drabble and bid you all a good night. Take care, and have a great weekend.
Coconappy 8}
FANFICTION:
Title: And So It Begins
Author: Mz. Sleepy Grouchmuffin
Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Ron Weasely, Severus Snape and gossiping owls!
Rating: PG
Words: 700. That seems to be my number.
Disclaimer: JKR's.
Notes: Yeah, I know... I put this up yesterday in harrycourtdraco before here. Sorry, but I was dead tired after I finished doing that, and no longer up to journally. It happens when you work longer hours than Mr. Weasley even. *snork*
Harry barely acknowledged Snape's presence, a giddy haze leaving the world around him pleasantly muted. He stared at the spot where Draco had been, muttering a faint, "Yes, Sir" even while contrary thoughts took shape in his head.
Draco is pale elegance...
He was vaguely aware of being dismissed, then gently tugged at the elbow by Ron. He assumed Ron was inquiring about his well-being on the way back to Gryffindor tower, but Harry was too distracted to hear what was said.
... delicate yet bold. Beautiful.
An image began forming in his mind. It was of something that in his heart felt like Draco, but to his eyes looked like...
They’d just reached the Fat Lady's portrait when Harry halted so suddenly that Ron tripped over his twisted ankle. Harry caught him before he reached the floor. "Oh God, s-sorry, Ron! Ummm, here, maybe you should rest a moment... Yes, hold onto that. I, uh, have to go somewhere quickly, sorry!"
Before Ron could respond, Harry dashed off for the Library. Lucky for him, Madame Pince seemed to still be occupied with recovery efforts from his and Draco's earlier departure. The scrawny witch had her back to the main doors as she fussed with a map almost too large to handle. Harry darted quietly past her on the balls of his feet. He didn't stop running until he found the table where Hermione and Neville still sat. They seemed shocked to see him back so soon.
"How-how'd it go?" Neville asked while holding his breath, looking very much like his pet frog to Harry.
Harry grabbed the book he’d been reading earlier, leafing through it so recklessly that Hermione made a tutting noise. Suddenly, the image from his thoughts appeared before him on paper. He grinned as he finally addressed Neville.
"Hippeastrum."
Neville's looked momentarily astonished. "Impressive... but a bit to manage. Needs lots of attention, that one. Which variety?"
Harry snorted. "Yes, well, that'd be fitting, wouldn't it? I was thinking of a white one."
"How about an Aphrodite?"
Harry consulted another book. "No, too gaudy." His eyes scanned restlessly, then froze and widened. "Yes, that’s it! Picotee."
Neville balked. "Those are mighty expensive, Harry. They're hard to find as well. You'll have to order that specially."
Harry pondered the logistics, taking into consideration the time of day and the address on the book he held. He could do this, if he hurried. He nodded resolutely to his friends and took off in a dash again. He barely registered Pince's detention threats as he sprinted for the Owlery, catalogue in hand. There, he prepared his parcel as he whistled for Hedwig. She came down from a perch other than her usual. Curious, Harry retraced her path, only to find himself being eyed suspiciously by a rather severe-looking Great Grey owl. The thing was huge, and oddly familiar.
Hedwig fluttered around Harry before settling on his shoulder. He had the impression she was trying to distract him, so he looked again at the other owl. Suddenly, he realized where he’d seen it before. It often made a show of delivering packages to the Slytherin table, usually carrying expensive-looking boxes of candy. That was Draco's owl. With a smirk he turned to Hedwig, who appeared to find something behind her far more interesting and had turned her head to an impossible degree. He laughed at the efficiency that rumours spread at Hogwarts: even the owls were gossips.
"It’s ok, Hedwig. It’s just as shocking to me." Hedwig swiveled her head back around and nipped lightly on his ear. "Yes, you too. Please make haste with this. It needs to get to the shop as soon as possible. I want him to get it tomorrow with the post."
There was a hoot of surprise from above, then Draco’s owl followed Hedwig out the window. Apparently, there was a chaperone for every occasion.
The next morning, there were three faces which wore no looks of surprise when Malfoy opened his post (delivered by two owls) and out sprung a large bouquet of Amaryllis flowers, their throats green and petals white trimmed in red. One face in particular was just as red, but it smiled brightly nonetheless.
Some HP news: Recently, I joined a brand new yahoo group that's all about the Dom!Draco/Sub!Harry Lurv. I found it while following a recommendation from VeelaInc, a general HP slash usergroup. (No, it's not just about Veelas. *snork*) The new group has great potential, but currently my inbox is getting spammed alive by stuff from there. 8p The worse part? Very little of it has to do with fiction or art so far. BP I understand that it's a new group, and it's struggling to launch itself properly, but it's just really irritating to keep deleting responses about admin polls and chattiness by the screenfull. I don't mind conversational messages, but that's all there is right now, save for 1 or 2 stories, and the amount of chatting is. Way. Fuckin'. Much. *sighs* I keep telling myself to give the group some time... but usually at those moments I'm also thinking, "Ouch, my clicker finger is starting to seize up." *snork* I might just turn off the "receive mail" feature if it continues to be excessive. I'll just have to remember to check in periodically for the precious few stories that are getting posted. In case you're interested in the group, here's the email address: DomDracoandSubHarry@yahoogroups.com. Curiously, there isn't a page for the group, even though I am obviously receiving messages. Either the site simply doesn't have one, or it's being worked on at this moment. *shrugs* Dunno which.
It's an interesting perspective, once you can get past the spamming, Dom!Draco and Not-Dom!Harry. I know it's not a rare expression of the pairing, but my adventures through Fandom seem to suggest that most ppl feel that if Draco Malfoy is getting his freak on with Harry Potter, the sinful Drarry lurve can only be expressed with Malfoy getting it up the arse regularly, often whinging in some degree about it. *smirk* The few Dom!Dracos I have seen make Draco a rapist bastard pretty much. Ummm... hello Black, meet White: go find some middle ground. *snork*
There's one good story on DDSH list, but it's one of those "They Were Never Wizards In The First Place" alternate universe fics. *...* I'm all for variety, as you can tell by my joining the group specifically for it, but it feels a little pointless to make it an HP fanfic when you could easily put in any old Muggles. Harry Potter IS about the magic, as much as it's about Harry. Why not just make it an original work of fiction instead? This quibble aside, the story is very good: it's engaging, humourous, well-written and full of interesting details and facts about the world of Music. It has great manga potential, especially for a shounen ai (please pardon any misspelling there). What's left that makes it HP-related tends to set up cute little allusions to the canon stuff more than anything else. Kind of like an inside joke, if you happen to find that joke funny, that is. Ah well, I'm being fussy tonight, and it's only Fandom Angst. *snork* If your curious to read it, I have the information but not an url to read it outside of the usergroup. I'm sure it's posted elsewhere, though. "Life As Experienced Through Your Fingers" by Gold-Snitcher.
Ok, that's enough babbling for now. I really need some sleep at this moment, so I'll leave you with the drabble and bid you all a good night. Take care, and have a great weekend.
Coconappy 8}
FANFICTION:
Title: And So It Begins
Author: Mz. Sleepy Grouchmuffin
Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Ron Weasely, Severus Snape and gossiping owls!
Rating: PG
Words: 700. That seems to be my number.
Disclaimer: JKR's.
Notes: Yeah, I know... I put this up yesterday in harrycourtdraco before here. Sorry, but I was dead tired after I finished doing that, and no longer up to journally. It happens when you work longer hours than Mr. Weasley even. *snork*
Harry barely acknowledged Snape's presence, a giddy haze leaving the world around him pleasantly muted. He stared at the spot where Draco had been, muttering a faint, "Yes, Sir" even while contrary thoughts took shape in his head.
Draco is pale elegance...
He was vaguely aware of being dismissed, then gently tugged at the elbow by Ron. He assumed Ron was inquiring about his well-being on the way back to Gryffindor tower, but Harry was too distracted to hear what was said.
... delicate yet bold. Beautiful.
An image began forming in his mind. It was of something that in his heart felt like Draco, but to his eyes looked like...
They’d just reached the Fat Lady's portrait when Harry halted so suddenly that Ron tripped over his twisted ankle. Harry caught him before he reached the floor. "Oh God, s-sorry, Ron! Ummm, here, maybe you should rest a moment... Yes, hold onto that. I, uh, have to go somewhere quickly, sorry!"
Before Ron could respond, Harry dashed off for the Library. Lucky for him, Madame Pince seemed to still be occupied with recovery efforts from his and Draco's earlier departure. The scrawny witch had her back to the main doors as she fussed with a map almost too large to handle. Harry darted quietly past her on the balls of his feet. He didn't stop running until he found the table where Hermione and Neville still sat. They seemed shocked to see him back so soon.
"How-how'd it go?" Neville asked while holding his breath, looking very much like his pet frog to Harry.
Harry grabbed the book he’d been reading earlier, leafing through it so recklessly that Hermione made a tutting noise. Suddenly, the image from his thoughts appeared before him on paper. He grinned as he finally addressed Neville.
"Hippeastrum."
Neville's looked momentarily astonished. "Impressive... but a bit to manage. Needs lots of attention, that one. Which variety?"
Harry snorted. "Yes, well, that'd be fitting, wouldn't it? I was thinking of a white one."
"How about an Aphrodite?"
Harry consulted another book. "No, too gaudy." His eyes scanned restlessly, then froze and widened. "Yes, that’s it! Picotee."
Neville balked. "Those are mighty expensive, Harry. They're hard to find as well. You'll have to order that specially."
Harry pondered the logistics, taking into consideration the time of day and the address on the book he held. He could do this, if he hurried. He nodded resolutely to his friends and took off in a dash again. He barely registered Pince's detention threats as he sprinted for the Owlery, catalogue in hand. There, he prepared his parcel as he whistled for Hedwig. She came down from a perch other than her usual. Curious, Harry retraced her path, only to find himself being eyed suspiciously by a rather severe-looking Great Grey owl. The thing was huge, and oddly familiar.
Hedwig fluttered around Harry before settling on his shoulder. He had the impression she was trying to distract him, so he looked again at the other owl. Suddenly, he realized where he’d seen it before. It often made a show of delivering packages to the Slytherin table, usually carrying expensive-looking boxes of candy. That was Draco's owl. With a smirk he turned to Hedwig, who appeared to find something behind her far more interesting and had turned her head to an impossible degree. He laughed at the efficiency that rumours spread at Hogwarts: even the owls were gossips.
"It’s ok, Hedwig. It’s just as shocking to me." Hedwig swiveled her head back around and nipped lightly on his ear. "Yes, you too. Please make haste with this. It needs to get to the shop as soon as possible. I want him to get it tomorrow with the post."
There was a hoot of surprise from above, then Draco’s owl followed Hedwig out the window. Apparently, there was a chaperone for every occasion.
The next morning, there were three faces which wore no looks of surprise when Malfoy opened his post (delivered by two owls) and out sprung a large bouquet of Amaryllis flowers, their throats green and petals white trimmed in red. One face in particular was just as red, but it smiled brightly nonetheless.