rec: Just Like A Gryffindor
Just Like A Gryffindor by anjenue
Summary: Draco hasn't gotten over the war yet, but the real problem is that everyone else has. So when an old curse comes back to haunt him, maybe he doesn't resent it quite as much as he should.
Deathly Hallows compliant?: EWE
Word count: 34 000
Rating: NC-17
Link: http://anjenue.livejournal.com/377997.html#cutid1
fest it was written for: merry_smutmas 2007
Er... sorry, I know some of you wanted me to write a brief description why rec the fics I put up here, but I'm not very good with brief descriptions and I don't want to be spoilery either. So instead here is a little appetiser:
... Draco retorted. 'You are not the most considerate bedfellow, you know.'
Potter quirked a brow. 'What, did I drool on your designer shirt?'
Draco snorted. 'No.'
Potter stared at him for a moment, and then laughed. 'Malfoy, you're blushing. What did I do, talk in my sleep?'
'No.' Draco scowled. 'And I'm not blushing.'
'You are so. Did I kick you out of bed?'
'No. This conversation is over.'
'It is not. Come on, tell me what I did so I can try not to do it again.'
Draco turned his head away, pressing his lips together.
'It can't have been that bad.' Potter took a step forward, brow furrowing. 'Did I...try to spoon with you or something?'
Draco glanced over. He was gratified to see that Potter was blushing now too...
Summary: Draco hasn't gotten over the war yet, but the real problem is that everyone else has. So when an old curse comes back to haunt him, maybe he doesn't resent it quite as much as he should.
Deathly Hallows compliant?: EWE
Word count: 34 000
Rating: NC-17
Link: http://anjenue.livejournal.com/377997.html#cutid1
fest it was written for: merry_smutmas 2007
Er... sorry, I know some of you wanted me to write a brief description why rec the fics I put up here, but I'm not very good with brief descriptions and I don't want to be spoilery either. So instead here is a little appetiser:
... Draco retorted. 'You are not the most considerate bedfellow, you know.'
Potter quirked a brow. 'What, did I drool on your designer shirt?'
Draco snorted. 'No.'
Potter stared at him for a moment, and then laughed. 'Malfoy, you're blushing. What did I do, talk in my sleep?'
'No.' Draco scowled. 'And I'm not blushing.'
'You are so. Did I kick you out of bed?'
'No. This conversation is over.'
'It is not. Come on, tell me what I did so I can try not to do it again.'
Draco turned his head away, pressing his lips together.
'It can't have been that bad.' Potter took a step forward, brow furrowing. 'Did I...try to spoon with you or something?'
Draco glanced over. He was gratified to see that Potter was blushing now too...