All-Time Fave: Matchmaker, Matchmaker by firethesound
Yesterday's rec list was all about unusual and predestined bonds. Today's rec also involves a certain type of romantic predestination, at least from the perspective of Harry's house :)
Matchmaker, Matchmaker by firethesound
Originally published September 26, 2013 on Livejournal
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 11,700
Summary: Sometimes, Harry can't help but wonder why such strange shit always happens to him.
Why I love it:
I love this story so much! It's just lovely and unique and yet feels exactly like something that could happen in the HP universe.
Like I said, the premise super original. Harry's house (that would be Grimmauld Place) is showing him glimpses of a future where he and Draco are a couple. When this first starts happening, Harry isn't even involved with Draco yet at all; he hasn't even considered it. But as the visions he's seeing run from happily domestic to intensely pornographic, Harry can't help but be intrigued. Basically his house is playing matchmaker and is determined to get Harry to ask Draco out.
But what does the house do once Harry complies? And does Draco find out why Harry is suddenly interested in him? Well...you'll just have to read the story to find out!
This fic grows on you too. The first time I read it, I really liked it. And then I had the urge to read it again some months later, and after that, I loved it. And I keep re-reading it, and I keep loving it :)
Excerpt:
Harry hadn’t even realized that Hermione had stopped until she turned back to him, her eyes wide with shock.
“Harry?” she asked uncertainly and looked back to the sofa.
The relief that washed through Harry made him giddy. “Oh thank god, you can see him too.” He laughed, sharp and nervous and delighted with this new reassurance of his sanity. “I thought I was losing my mind.”
Hermione’s brows had drawn down and together, and Harry could practically see the gears cranking along in her head. “This has happened before?” She noticed the blue vase by the door and reached out for it, drawing her hand back with a shudder when her fingers sank into it.
Harry nodded. “A few times. He doesn’t seem to be able to see me or hear me or anything, and he’ll disappear in a minute or two.”
“Hmm,” Hermione said. She went over to the bookshelves and skimmed quickly over the titles before circling the sofa to examine a magazine draped over the arm.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked.
“Looking for clues,” Hermione said. She pointed at the magazine. “Potion Masters Monthly, July 2005.” She looked up at Harry. “Two years in the future. Do you plan on taking up Potions? Most of the books on the shelf are potions texts as well.”
Harry shook his head. “Not a chance. That must be the other bloke’s.”
“Other bloke?” Hermione echoed. She’d already wandered off to the table by the window and was examining a pile of Owl Post.
“Yeah. I haven’t gotten a good look at him, but I’ve heard him a few times. I think Other Harry’s got a live-in.”
Hermione turned back to him, her eyebrows raised nearly to her hairline. “A live-in? And it’s a bloke? Is there… something you’d like to tell me, Harry?”
“I…” he began. He hadn’t planned on coming out to his friends until he had a reason to. No boyfriend, no reason, right? But now Hermione was watching him carefully and oh god he was going to have to tell her that too.
“It’s back on!” Other Harry yelled as the telly finished playing ads and returned to the football match.
“Coming!” the mystery bloke yelled back from farther back in the house.
Then footsteps echoed up the hall, coming closer, closer, and then a wobble and pop and Other Harry and his football match and his mysterious live-in were gone.
Harry sighed into the silence. “I’m pretty sure I’m gay,” he said, then added cheerfully, “But at least I’m probably not crazy.” He drained the rest of the wine from his glass and then gave himself a refill from the bottle before topping off Hermione’s. He thought they could both use it.
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Matchmaker, Matchmaker by firethesound
Originally published September 26, 2013 on Livejournal
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 11,700
Summary: Sometimes, Harry can't help but wonder why such strange shit always happens to him.
Why I love it:
I love this story so much! It's just lovely and unique and yet feels exactly like something that could happen in the HP universe.
Like I said, the premise super original. Harry's house (that would be Grimmauld Place) is showing him glimpses of a future where he and Draco are a couple. When this first starts happening, Harry isn't even involved with Draco yet at all; he hasn't even considered it. But as the visions he's seeing run from happily domestic to intensely pornographic, Harry can't help but be intrigued. Basically his house is playing matchmaker and is determined to get Harry to ask Draco out.
But what does the house do once Harry complies? And does Draco find out why Harry is suddenly interested in him? Well...you'll just have to read the story to find out!
This fic grows on you too. The first time I read it, I really liked it. And then I had the urge to read it again some months later, and after that, I loved it. And I keep re-reading it, and I keep loving it :)
Excerpt:
Harry hadn’t even realized that Hermione had stopped until she turned back to him, her eyes wide with shock.
“Harry?” she asked uncertainly and looked back to the sofa.
The relief that washed through Harry made him giddy. “Oh thank god, you can see him too.” He laughed, sharp and nervous and delighted with this new reassurance of his sanity. “I thought I was losing my mind.”
Hermione’s brows had drawn down and together, and Harry could practically see the gears cranking along in her head. “This has happened before?” She noticed the blue vase by the door and reached out for it, drawing her hand back with a shudder when her fingers sank into it.
Harry nodded. “A few times. He doesn’t seem to be able to see me or hear me or anything, and he’ll disappear in a minute or two.”
“Hmm,” Hermione said. She went over to the bookshelves and skimmed quickly over the titles before circling the sofa to examine a magazine draped over the arm.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked.
“Looking for clues,” Hermione said. She pointed at the magazine. “Potion Masters Monthly, July 2005.” She looked up at Harry. “Two years in the future. Do you plan on taking up Potions? Most of the books on the shelf are potions texts as well.”
Harry shook his head. “Not a chance. That must be the other bloke’s.”
“Other bloke?” Hermione echoed. She’d already wandered off to the table by the window and was examining a pile of Owl Post.
“Yeah. I haven’t gotten a good look at him, but I’ve heard him a few times. I think Other Harry’s got a live-in.”
Hermione turned back to him, her eyebrows raised nearly to her hairline. “A live-in? And it’s a bloke? Is there… something you’d like to tell me, Harry?”
“I…” he began. He hadn’t planned on coming out to his friends until he had a reason to. No boyfriend, no reason, right? But now Hermione was watching him carefully and oh god he was going to have to tell her that too.
“It’s back on!” Other Harry yelled as the telly finished playing ads and returned to the football match.
“Coming!” the mystery bloke yelled back from farther back in the house.
Then footsteps echoed up the hall, coming closer, closer, and then a wobble and pop and Other Harry and his football match and his mysterious live-in were gone.
Harry sighed into the silence. “I’m pretty sure I’m gay,” he said, then added cheerfully, “But at least I’m probably not crazy.” He drained the rest of the wine from his glass and then gave himself a refill from the bottle before topping off Hermione’s. He thought they could both use it.
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