Reprieve by furosity
Title: Reprieve
Author: furiosity
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,442
Warnings: minor character deaths
Summary:
Seven years after the war, Harry heads up the Auror Office's Internal Investigation Division. One Tuesday morning, he runs into ex-Azkaban convict Draco Malfoy and after that everything turns upside down.
Why I loved it:
furiosity always brings great characterizations to her fics. This one has a bit of a mystery and some really hot sex in it too. I loved the Draco/Cho equation and how it all fit together. Draco has just enough edge left to keep him interesting and Harry is just clueless enough to make him believable, but still intelligent.
Excerpt:
Malfoy folded his arms across his chest. "Welcome to my humble abode."
"You live here?" It suddenly made sense how Malfoy could have been home last Tuesday.
"I have to live somewhere."
"Why are we here?"
Malfoy walked closer, until barely a hair's breadth separated them. "You're going to fuck me."
Harry gaped at him for a moment before managing to say, "What if I don't want to--"
"Are you lying to me or to yourself? You've wanted to fuck my brains out since the interrogation. You're a repressed homosexual, Potter. Believe me, I would know. I was one before Azkaban."
Author: furiosity
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 14,442
Warnings: minor character deaths
Summary:
Seven years after the war, Harry heads up the Auror Office's Internal Investigation Division. One Tuesday morning, he runs into ex-Azkaban convict Draco Malfoy and after that everything turns upside down.
Why I loved it:
furiosity always brings great characterizations to her fics. This one has a bit of a mystery and some really hot sex in it too. I loved the Draco/Cho equation and how it all fit together. Draco has just enough edge left to keep him interesting and Harry is just clueless enough to make him believable, but still intelligent.
Excerpt:
Malfoy folded his arms across his chest. "Welcome to my humble abode."
"You live here?" It suddenly made sense how Malfoy could have been home last Tuesday.
"I have to live somewhere."
"Why are we here?"
Malfoy walked closer, until barely a hair's breadth separated them. "You're going to fuck me."
Harry gaped at him for a moment before managing to say, "What if I don't want to--"
"Are you lying to me or to yourself? You've wanted to fuck my brains out since the interrogation. You're a repressed homosexual, Potter. Believe me, I would know. I was one before Azkaban."