Wrote this last night in a bout of semi-insomnia.

Pink Moon

Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Humor
Prompt: Silly Old Moon
Pairing: Luna/Draco
Summary: After a late night astrology lesson, Draco wonders how she's able to stay awake the next morning.
Dedication: 
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Ok, I lied (just a bit).

For anyone who cares to read, I'm simultaneously writing two chapters of Identifiable. They're getting longer as I go along.

Here are portions of what I've got so far.

Chapter 6
(Draco-centered)

( He couldn't even feel annoyance )

Hermione Granger walked down one of many barren hallways, colder in the autumn breeze than she liked and with the added solitude of the longer nights doused in shadow.

She felt heavier even though she ate less in those days.

A right turn and nothing to worry about.

Her hands dug into her coat pockets. She wandered aimlessly down the maze ( Read more... )

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Draco Malfory woke up under the covers, feeling suffocated under the light cotton sheet. For being something of a popular figure in the blue-blood wizard society, he wasn’t really giving a damn about keeping up appearances like his father had wanted.

Narcissa Malfoy hadn’t stopped her incessant mothering after the Dark Lord’s fall. So ( Read more... )

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It was long before the war that Hermione Granger learned that academic work was the best distraction for whatever ailed the soul. Before even setting foot in Hogwarts, School of Magical Arts for Wizards and Witches (she’d memorized the entire formal title once she’d received her admission letter) books had made their way into her heart ( Read more... )

Yet another installment of Identifiable.

Enjoy. And yes, I will have your babies for any constructive criticism.

I remember lying on the bedroom floor

You were holding me little honey, kissing my soul

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Harry Potter was a sore winner.

The reluctant star of the magical world, he was now the wretched hero who seemed to desire ( Read more... )

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The last time Hermione Granger bothered to study the ceiling was to clear cobwebs with a broom in Grimmauld Place. Harry had been a little touchy knowing that she’d used Firebolt to get the job done. He’d sulked for days after the initial heart attack at seeing her chase away old spiders in the corners of the hall.

It made her smile a ( Read more... )

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His memory was a funny, fickle thing.

Everything considered, the selective amnesia might just have been the most normal thing to happen to him.

Harry Potter didn’t quite remember the details of the last battle with Voldemort, even though he had fought for his life in the last instances of that dark wizard’s existence. It should ( Read more... )

 Sometimes when I look through her bag (though I admit it’s Shippo’s fault that I’ve discovered pocky), she had strange reading material. Her books of a future tell of distant places - planets they call them, too far for anyone to actually step foot on and difficult to see with ordinary eyes.

And then there are those things; magazines, she ( Read more... )