HP: Bad Acts (Harry/Draco)
Bad Acts, by madsciencechick
Rating: Hard R
Summary: The sign on the door says DRACO MALFOY, THINGS FOUND, and Draco endeavors to deliver. But when Harry Potter and his ex-wife come seeking Draco's services, Draco ends up in the middle of a muddle not even he could have divined.
Review: Sometimes you read the first paragraph of a fic and think, "This is going to be so fucking good". This is one of those fics. I was sucked in from the first paragraph, and what a fun ride it was. It has so many things I love in H/D fic -- mutual dislike in the beginning, a complex plot, a perfect dose of angst and hot sex, a lovely twist at the end, and incredibly creative original magic. And I will refrain from spoiling the ending...
Quote:
And Draco endeavored to deliver. New widows came in, red-eyed but firm, looking to repurchase precious keepsakes sold in vain to pay for pure snake oil and miracle cures in those last painful days; shifty-eyed fellows sidled in like they were being followed, then hemmed and hawed and finally described their treasures, not a Dark Artifact, really, just a...shadowy trinket, but you know how fussy the Ministry is these days, following up with a tittering, nervous laugh; furious fathers stabbed stubby fingers into bright glossy photographs of their runaway little girls, too young to be married, driven foolish over that idiot boy. Draco never so much as raised an eyebrow. He merely nodded and smiled, faintly; charged a hundred and fifty Galleons a day plus expenses; and brought them all back, dingy silver lockets and oily-feeling amulets and sullen, surly daughters with full-ripe bellies and no wedding rings.
Rating: Hard R
Summary: The sign on the door says DRACO MALFOY, THINGS FOUND, and Draco endeavors to deliver. But when Harry Potter and his ex-wife come seeking Draco's services, Draco ends up in the middle of a muddle not even he could have divined.
Review: Sometimes you read the first paragraph of a fic and think, "This is going to be so fucking good". This is one of those fics. I was sucked in from the first paragraph, and what a fun ride it was. It has so many things I love in H/D fic -- mutual dislike in the beginning, a complex plot, a perfect dose of angst and hot sex, a lovely twist at the end, and incredibly creative original magic. And I will refrain from spoiling the ending...
Quote:
And Draco endeavored to deliver. New widows came in, red-eyed but firm, looking to repurchase precious keepsakes sold in vain to pay for pure snake oil and miracle cures in those last painful days; shifty-eyed fellows sidled in like they were being followed, then hemmed and hawed and finally described their treasures, not a Dark Artifact, really, just a...shadowy trinket, but you know how fussy the Ministry is these days, following up with a tittering, nervous laugh; furious fathers stabbed stubby fingers into bright glossy photographs of their runaway little girls, too young to be married, driven foolish over that idiot boy. Draco never so much as raised an eyebrow. He merely nodded and smiled, faintly; charged a hundred and fifty Galleons a day plus expenses; and brought them all back, dingy silver lockets and oily-feeling amulets and sullen, surly daughters with full-ripe bellies and no wedding rings.