Quality of Mercy, Draco centric
Ron passed Harry to stand beside Ginny in an enraptured line. "Amazing," Ron whispered. "How do they shrink the Muggles without magic? How do they pick out the ones to shrink and keep behind glass?"
"It's not rocket science," Dudley said, looking very uneasy. "It's Top of the Pops."
"Top of the Pops," Ginny murmured, as if it was a mantra.
They all drew closer to the television, like moths to a flame. Ron knelt down and tapped at the glass.
"Hi, little Muggles," he said. "Hi, tiny little Muggles, over here."
"Oh don't be ridiculous, Weasley," Malfoy said. "Obviously the glass is soundproof, otherwise how could they concentrate? Think, man!"
"Get these people out of my house," Dudley hissed.
I quite obviously bow to
mistful, I think she's fanastic and if I could have half the humor she has I'd ... well, better left unsaid, but it would be brilliant. Brilliant like this fic. Ah, a WIP that true but still it gets updated, which is always a plus and I adore the Harry/Draco, Draco/Charlie, Draco/Pansy interactions ... and no those aren't the actual pairings or well, we don't know yet. It hasn't been stated. So at the moment I love their interactions and in some cases pray for sexual interactions. Run don't walk.
Quality of Mercy by
mistful (R | HET | SLASH)
"I myself," Malfoy proceeded relentlessly, "will of course take to liquor. Nervous system shattered, you know. But artistically shattered. There'll be lots of crystal decanters and me vaguely forgetting what year it is. Not to mention the times I get out on windowsills and declare that I'm the Minister for Magic. I'd rather that than Granger, who I predict will take her fascination with house elves to the next level. If you know what I'm saying, and I think you do. On the other hand, there are more pleasant paths to choose, like that of Parvati and Padma Patil. I feel that they may well open a house of exotic pleasures."
Malfoy really shouldn't get all involved and try to talk with his hands while he was making pancakes. There was flour on his face.
"Parvati and Padma haven't even been traumatised," Harry pointed out.
"I just like to think of them opening a house of exotic pleasures," Malfoy said. "Don't spoil my dreams."
"It's not rocket science," Dudley said, looking very uneasy. "It's Top of the Pops."
"Top of the Pops," Ginny murmured, as if it was a mantra.
They all drew closer to the television, like moths to a flame. Ron knelt down and tapped at the glass.
"Hi, little Muggles," he said. "Hi, tiny little Muggles, over here."
"Oh don't be ridiculous, Weasley," Malfoy said. "Obviously the glass is soundproof, otherwise how could they concentrate? Think, man!"
"Get these people out of my house," Dudley hissed.
I quite obviously bow to
mistful, I think she's fanastic and if I could have half the humor she has I'd ... well, better left unsaid, but it would be brilliant. Brilliant like this fic. Ah, a WIP that true but still it gets updated, which is always a plus and I adore the Harry/Draco, Draco/Charlie, Draco/Pansy interactions ... and no those aren't the actual pairings or well, we don't know yet. It hasn't been stated. So at the moment I love their interactions and in some cases pray for sexual interactions. Run don't walk.
Quality of Mercy by
mistful (R | HET | SLASH)
"I myself," Malfoy proceeded relentlessly, "will of course take to liquor. Nervous system shattered, you know. But artistically shattered. There'll be lots of crystal decanters and me vaguely forgetting what year it is. Not to mention the times I get out on windowsills and declare that I'm the Minister for Magic. I'd rather that than Granger, who I predict will take her fascination with house elves to the next level. If you know what I'm saying, and I think you do. On the other hand, there are more pleasant paths to choose, like that of Parvati and Padma Patil. I feel that they may well open a house of exotic pleasures."
Malfoy really shouldn't get all involved and try to talk with his hands while he was making pancakes. There was flour on his face.
"Parvati and Padma haven't even been traumatised," Harry pointed out.
"I just like to think of them opening a house of exotic pleasures," Malfoy said. "Don't spoil my dreams."