Fic Rec - Sæglópur by femmequixotic
Title: Sæglópur - https://archiveofourown.org/works/219701
Author: femmequixotic
Rating: M
Word Count: 34,252
Warnings: [Spoiler (click to open)]Kind of Infidelity (not HD), Get together, Public sex
Summary: After a difficult breakup, Draco finds himself dragged to the land of magic, law, and natural wonders where, of course, nothing goes as planned.
Why I loved it: I really do not want to say too much about this story. I feel like me saying too much will ruin the story for you. If you have ever read any of femmequixotic’s stories, you know that basically all of them are excellent. But the angst can be tough to get through. But the end is so worth it. The story is in Draco’s POV. And he is done really well. Harry is gorgeous, even though you don’t know what he is thinking. I love stories where there is travel, different countries and difficult ideas/thoughts. There are some great other characters in this, but you need to read to find out.
Excerpt: Pansy sighs and leans back against the arm of the chaise. "You've been sniping at Potter for three months now. While I recognise your need to take the Terry situation out on someone, bless, darling--" She takes the cigarette I pass back to her. "--and Merlin knows Potter's an excellent choice, still, really, it's becoming terribly old. Not to mention clichéd. We've all moved past Hogwarts by now." She looks at me. "Well. Most of us."
“Oh, get stuffed,” I snap.
“You're always such a bitchy cunt when you're celibate, you know,” Pansy says, her mouth drawn into a tight line. “I don't know who the hell you were fucking when Terry was gone, but thank God for him. Or them, however many it was. It was a whore, wasn't it? Blaise said that must be the way of it, as you weren't talking about him, although Millie thinks you were just cottaging in a nightclub loo every weekend. Really, darling, I don't even care if you have to pay someone to put up with you long enough to wring one orgasm from you. Please for the love of all that's holy, find whomever it was again--”
“Pansy, what part of get stuffed was unclear?” My voice rises.
Author: femmequixotic
Rating: M
Word Count: 34,252
Warnings: [Spoiler (click to open)]Kind of Infidelity (not HD), Get together, Public sex
Summary: After a difficult breakup, Draco finds himself dragged to the land of magic, law, and natural wonders where, of course, nothing goes as planned.
Why I loved it: I really do not want to say too much about this story. I feel like me saying too much will ruin the story for you. If you have ever read any of femmequixotic’s stories, you know that basically all of them are excellent. But the angst can be tough to get through. But the end is so worth it. The story is in Draco’s POV. And he is done really well. Harry is gorgeous, even though you don’t know what he is thinking. I love stories where there is travel, different countries and difficult ideas/thoughts. There are some great other characters in this, but you need to read to find out.
Excerpt: Pansy sighs and leans back against the arm of the chaise. "You've been sniping at Potter for three months now. While I recognise your need to take the Terry situation out on someone, bless, darling--" She takes the cigarette I pass back to her. "--and Merlin knows Potter's an excellent choice, still, really, it's becoming terribly old. Not to mention clichéd. We've all moved past Hogwarts by now." She looks at me. "Well. Most of us."
“Oh, get stuffed,” I snap.
“You're always such a bitchy cunt when you're celibate, you know,” Pansy says, her mouth drawn into a tight line. “I don't know who the hell you were fucking when Terry was gone, but thank God for him. Or them, however many it was. It was a whore, wasn't it? Blaise said that must be the way of it, as you weren't talking about him, although Millie thinks you were just cottaging in a nightclub loo every weekend. Really, darling, I don't even care if you have to pay someone to put up with you long enough to wring one orgasm from you. Please for the love of all that's holy, find whomever it was again--”
“Pansy, what part of get stuffed was unclear?” My voice rises.