So about one billion years ago, in the year 2003, I started writing this fic that I didn't actually finish until, oh, today. I put up the last chapter about a week ago, but then reading through it, realized how stylistically mortifying it was. So.. I rewrote the entire story. And as it is 2:30 in the morning, I figured-- what better time to post this than at the buttcrack of dawn?
Title: This and Here
Author:
andbehinddoor47 or emote rellish @ ff.net
Rating: M for sex and language
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: At twenty-seven, Draco still thinks it's okay to make poop jokes. And Hermione still can't get over that. (10 Chapters/52,648 words/Completed)
Excerpt: If only he'd had a normal upbringing, maybe he would know what to talk about in situations like these. God, instead of playing tag or hide and seek like normal children, Draco had spent most of his childhood making his house elves do stupid things to entertain him, like translating the French anthem into German, or counting the number of fisheries on the East coast of Africa.
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He should’ve known it was made-up. Not just the Iwannaleia Nunnery of Hawaii. All of it. Everything from the nunnery to the European brothels. )
Fixed at 4:34 PM:
Thank you to whoever pointed out the messed up link. Yikes! MY B.