rec: fic: The Last Night of the World
Title: The Last Night of the World
Author: fourth_rose
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco/Tonks (Harry and Draco are both 18 in this fic)
Word Count: ~8,500
Warning: goes AU after HBP
Summary: Tonks, Harry and Draco stay back alone at Grimmauld Place until they get called to the final battle. On the last evening before this important day the tension that had built up between them over the past months is finally released.
Why I rec this:
The combination of characters sounded intriguing to me and I was not dissapointed. I love Tonks in this. The H/D part of this triangle I find interesting because we perceive it only from Tonks POV but still get the gradual shift from fighting to kissing.
Excerpt
She can't help wondering what would have happened if she'd stayed. She had forbidden herself these kinds of thoughts during the previous weeks, but now, with the final battle just hours away, she feels her defences crumble. She's been trying hard to ignore the way they both look at her sometimes, pretending not to notice Harry's double-take at seeing her walk into the kitchen in her bathrobe, or Draco's eyes drifting down from her face whenever he's talking to her. They're merely overgrown boys, after all, it's natural that they would be bursting with pent-up frustration and hormones. She, however, is a grown woman and capable of keeping a cool head.
Yeah, right. Apart from the time when she walked in on Draco while he was shaving in the bathroom, and it took her a week to banish the image of his bare chest from her mind because the memory did funny things to her lower regions. Then there was the morning when Harry showed up in a t-shirt that he must have outgrown three years ago, which caused her to think that his shoulders really had no business being so broad all of a sudden because the sight made her a bit weak at the knees. One time she heard Harry draw in a sharp breath when she tried to sneak a glance at the book he was reading and her breast brushed his arm, and she jumped back as if she'd been burned - yes, that has probably been the most convincing show of maturity and aloofness on her part so far.
Author: fourth_rose
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco/Tonks (Harry and Draco are both 18 in this fic)
Word Count: ~8,500
Warning: goes AU after HBP
Summary: Tonks, Harry and Draco stay back alone at Grimmauld Place until they get called to the final battle. On the last evening before this important day the tension that had built up between them over the past months is finally released.
Why I rec this:
The combination of characters sounded intriguing to me and I was not dissapointed. I love Tonks in this. The H/D part of this triangle I find interesting because we perceive it only from Tonks POV but still get the gradual shift from fighting to kissing.
Excerpt
She can't help wondering what would have happened if she'd stayed. She had forbidden herself these kinds of thoughts during the previous weeks, but now, with the final battle just hours away, she feels her defences crumble. She's been trying hard to ignore the way they both look at her sometimes, pretending not to notice Harry's double-take at seeing her walk into the kitchen in her bathrobe, or Draco's eyes drifting down from her face whenever he's talking to her. They're merely overgrown boys, after all, it's natural that they would be bursting with pent-up frustration and hormones. She, however, is a grown woman and capable of keeping a cool head.
Yeah, right. Apart from the time when she walked in on Draco while he was shaving in the bathroom, and it took her a week to banish the image of his bare chest from her mind because the memory did funny things to her lower regions. Then there was the morning when Harry showed up in a t-shirt that he must have outgrown three years ago, which caused her to think that his shoulders really had no business being so broad all of a sudden because the sight made her a bit weak at the knees. One time she heard Harry draw in a sharp breath when she tried to sneak a glance at the book he was reading and her breast brushed his arm, and she jumped back as if she'd been burned - yes, that has probably been the most convincing show of maturity and aloofness on her part so far.