November recommendation #2
Hey everyone! I hadn't meant to go so long between posts, but I've had the ills and work has been of the ass-kicking variety lately, so...that's what happened there. Hopefully it won't be an issue from now on :)
Title: Poetic Justice
Alternate link (Skyehawke): Poetic Justice
Author: scrtkpr
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10K
Author's Note: Written for the following prompt: i'd love a harry/draco where they get together for the first time and proceed to have incredibly wild sex. i slightly prefer harry to top. i like kissing. i like anal sex. i like rimming. For some reason, it took me 10,000 words to meet this simple request.
Warnings: Aside from language and the above-mentioned rimming, I must also warn for the smutty haikus. [Reccer's note: written post-HBP/pre-DH.]
Summary: In which Peter Pettigrew gets captured, The Weasley Twins get an idea, Harry and Draco get drugged, Moody gets an Eyeful, and everyone involved gets exactly what they deserved.
Why I loved it: Granted, I am of the opinion that you should read all of scrtkpr's stories. [Seriously. Two of her stories have already been recommended here, and you can find all of them here on her profile. You're welcome :)] But all you have to do is mention the title of this story to me and I am unable to stop my embarrassing flaily hands of glee. ~Fred and George, in the interest of giving Harry a push in the right romantic direction, send him chocolates for his birthday. Drugged chocolates, laced with both truth serum and an extra something that causes him to speak poetry. At work.~ Now if I stop my summary there, it sounds like the premise of a crack fic, but it's not. It is tremendously amusing (what Harry and, especially, Draco end up saying under the influence is priceless), but there are wonderful threads of longing and fluff and romance and even bits of sadness and seriousness that run through the story that really elevate it for me. And I am still in awe at the cleverness and hilarity of the 73 haikus.
Excerpt:
Harry stepped into the file room, shut the door behind himself, and leaned against it. The room was empty, so that small table in the corner was free as he'd been hoping. He supposed he should grab a file or two and settle in before someone else showed up. It was really too bad he hadn't brought some paperwork to catch up on. His supervisor had been getting on him about that last week, and here was the perfect opportunity to work on it. If only he hadn't left it on his desk, right next to...the box of chocolates. Which Malfoy would see. And Malfoy had a sweet tooth and no compunction about taking things that didn't belong to him, like Harry's quills, and his affections, and, undoubtedly, his thrice-damned box of drugged chocolates.
Tearing back down the hall, Harry could only hope that Malfoy might have come in late, just this once, out of disgust for Harry's birthday and the huge deal everyone made of it these days. Perhaps when Harry opened the door, the room would still be empty and the chocolates right where he'd left them.
But, no. Harry let out a small groan of frustration. There was Malfoy, licking chocolate off his fingers, and looking only very slightly embarrassed at being caught. Refusing to be distracted by the fingers and the licking, Harry crossed his arms and shot Malfoy an accusing glare.
"Oh, hello Potter," Malfoy drawled.
"I reckoned you could spare some." He paused only very briefly, glancing at the birthday cards and gifts scattered across Harry's desk, and then continued,
"I'm sure you'll get more."
This all sounded completely normal for Malfoy. Par for the course, especially this week. But it was apparently not what Malfoy had intended to say, as he was blinking at Harry in confusion.
"How many did you eat?" Harry demanded. And then, "They're very sweet." God. No. He had not just said that.
But yes, yes he had. Malfoy had abandoned his expression of confusion in favor of a raised eyebrow and a mocking smirk.
"I've only had two.
You've still got at least twenty,
So don't complain. And...
Yes, Potter, they're sweet.
They're made with sugar, you see." Malfoy seemed satisfied to stop there but suddenly opened his mouth again to say,
"Sugarcane grows tall."
Title: Poetic Justice
Alternate link (Skyehawke): Poetic Justice
Author: scrtkpr
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10K
Author's Note: Written for the following prompt: i'd love a harry/draco where they get together for the first time and proceed to have incredibly wild sex. i slightly prefer harry to top. i like kissing. i like anal sex. i like rimming. For some reason, it took me 10,000 words to meet this simple request.
Warnings: Aside from language and the above-mentioned rimming, I must also warn for the smutty haikus. [Reccer's note: written post-HBP/pre-DH.]
Summary: In which Peter Pettigrew gets captured, The Weasley Twins get an idea, Harry and Draco get drugged, Moody gets an Eyeful, and everyone involved gets exactly what they deserved.
Why I loved it: Granted, I am of the opinion that you should read all of scrtkpr's stories. [Seriously. Two of her stories have already been recommended here, and you can find all of them here on her profile. You're welcome :)] But all you have to do is mention the title of this story to me and I am unable to stop my embarrassing flaily hands of glee. ~Fred and George, in the interest of giving Harry a push in the right romantic direction, send him chocolates for his birthday. Drugged chocolates, laced with both truth serum and an extra something that causes him to speak poetry. At work.~ Now if I stop my summary there, it sounds like the premise of a crack fic, but it's not. It is tremendously amusing (what Harry and, especially, Draco end up saying under the influence is priceless), but there are wonderful threads of longing and fluff and romance and even bits of sadness and seriousness that run through the story that really elevate it for me. And I am still in awe at the cleverness and hilarity of the 73 haikus.
Excerpt:
Harry stepped into the file room, shut the door behind himself, and leaned against it. The room was empty, so that small table in the corner was free as he'd been hoping. He supposed he should grab a file or two and settle in before someone else showed up. It was really too bad he hadn't brought some paperwork to catch up on. His supervisor had been getting on him about that last week, and here was the perfect opportunity to work on it. If only he hadn't left it on his desk, right next to...the box of chocolates. Which Malfoy would see. And Malfoy had a sweet tooth and no compunction about taking things that didn't belong to him, like Harry's quills, and his affections, and, undoubtedly, his thrice-damned box of drugged chocolates.
Tearing back down the hall, Harry could only hope that Malfoy might have come in late, just this once, out of disgust for Harry's birthday and the huge deal everyone made of it these days. Perhaps when Harry opened the door, the room would still be empty and the chocolates right where he'd left them.
But, no. Harry let out a small groan of frustration. There was Malfoy, licking chocolate off his fingers, and looking only very slightly embarrassed at being caught. Refusing to be distracted by the fingers and the licking, Harry crossed his arms and shot Malfoy an accusing glare.
"Oh, hello Potter," Malfoy drawled.
"I reckoned you could spare some." He paused only very briefly, glancing at the birthday cards and gifts scattered across Harry's desk, and then continued,
"I'm sure you'll get more."
This all sounded completely normal for Malfoy. Par for the course, especially this week. But it was apparently not what Malfoy had intended to say, as he was blinking at Harry in confusion.
"How many did you eat?" Harry demanded. And then, "They're very sweet." God. No. He had not just said that.
But yes, yes he had. Malfoy had abandoned his expression of confusion in favor of a raised eyebrow and a mocking smirk.
"I've only had two.
You've still got at least twenty,
So don't complain. And...
Yes, Potter, they're sweet.
They're made with sugar, you see." Malfoy seemed satisfied to stop there but suddenly opened his mouth again to say,
"Sugarcane grows tall."