HP: Faded Glamour (Snape/Draco)
Faded Glamour, by charlotteschaos
Pairing: Snape/Draco (Lucius/Draco implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An ugly truth about Draco's past is revealed when Severus finds Draco strung out on potions in Diagon Alley.
Review: Char's writing is at its best when it's dark like this. She has a knack for describing the feeling of characters who've hit bottom in a messy and painful way, and then she lets them redeem themselves from it. This fic is also full of social and political commentary, another thing I like about Char's fics. It's heartwrenching and uplifting, all at the same time.
Quote:
It was in the past, wasn't it? And maybe Draco was done with the past, but the past wasn't done with him. It came back like a tidal wave on a calm sea-- out of nowhere when a friend touched his shoulder, or a woman gave him one of those looks.
And he couldn't see it now, wouldn't see it then. He refused to look at Lucius when it happened. He wouldn't look at him after it ended. Draco could barely remember what his father looked like in spite of his talking head being all over London, all over this house. Portraits, reflections of him, his taste, the life he led before they all turned that corner.
Dutiful son.
Pairing: Snape/Draco (Lucius/Draco implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An ugly truth about Draco's past is revealed when Severus finds Draco strung out on potions in Diagon Alley.
Review: Char's writing is at its best when it's dark like this. She has a knack for describing the feeling of characters who've hit bottom in a messy and painful way, and then she lets them redeem themselves from it. This fic is also full of social and political commentary, another thing I like about Char's fics. It's heartwrenching and uplifting, all at the same time.
Quote:
It was in the past, wasn't it? And maybe Draco was done with the past, but the past wasn't done with him. It came back like a tidal wave on a calm sea-- out of nowhere when a friend touched his shoulder, or a woman gave him one of those looks.
And he couldn't see it now, wouldn't see it then. He refused to look at Lucius when it happened. He wouldn't look at him after it ended. Draco could barely remember what his father looked like in spite of his talking head being all over London, all over this house. Portraits, reflections of him, his taste, the life he led before they all turned that corner.
Dutiful son.