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And Hope to Die - olimakiella - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] And Hope to Die “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

and Hope to Die - olimakiella - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

. ” ― Arthur C. Clarke, Profiles of the Future: An Inquiry into the Limits of the Possible Kensington was warm. Harry used the sleeve of his uniform to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “Up ahead.” A noise up ahead startled them all into absolute stillness. Personalised Premium T-Shirt. Draco and Harry Fan Fiction Archive. Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company are property of J.K.

Draco and Harry Fan Fiction Archive

Rowling.Beta: Many, many thanks to Bookgirl (my treasure!) Who is graciously helping to pull this together into something readable! Warnings: Slash (definite Harry/Draco, hints of Severus/Remus) NC-17 (graphic smut -- eventually) AU (as I'm not JKR) IC or OCC (depends on interpretation, but mostly IC) Cross-Dressing (only one chapter -- and I'll warn you) Minor Character Death (no one close to Harry, otherwise it would depress me) Post-HBP (major spoilers) Vale Sanare. Warnings: seizures, war injuries Vale Sanare It starts in his ankles— a distinctly unsettling feeling— two customers away from the Gringotts window with its perfunctory goblin occupant, and Draco has time for No, no, not here, not now—

Vale Sanare

No Turning Back Chapter 2: A Weasley Wedding, a harry potter fanfic. Chapter 2 - A Weasley Wedding "Well we can't just leave Malfoy here!

No Turning Back Chapter 2: A Weasley Wedding, a harry potter fanfic

" said Ron. "Well we can't very well take him with us," retorted Hermione. "Unless you want him to be your date for the wedding! " Ron blushed and mumbled something that resembled "bugger off. " The big day had finally come. Mental Chapter 28: Say the word, a harry potter fanfic. A/N: Yes, boys are silly.

Mental Chapter 28: Say the word, a harry potter fanfic

Draco and Harry are especially silly and are full of misguided man-pain. Have patience, and you shall be rewarded. That will be all. Harry was never going to trust Ron ever again. Well, more specifically he was never going to trust Ron when he said something difficult would be fine. Even though nothing had been said directly to him, he still felt like everyone was staring at him and judging him. He raised his eyes sombrely from his glass, looking out across the room. It had been the same ever since he'd arrived at The Burrow. He didn't know if he felt better or worse for deciding to come to The Burrow to be in the company of Ron and Hermione. Unsinkable. Unsinkable They called her the ship of dreams.


In fact, she was a dream, realized by steel and built by the hands of the poor so that the rich could feast off her extravagance. She was called the last word in luxury. She was a legend long before her maiden voyage and passed into the annals of history along with the icy waters of the Atlantic. She was a wonder. She was the R.M.S. On April 10, 1912, she set sail for America carrying over two thousand souls. Two-thousand two hundred and twenty-three people were aboard the Titanic for that fateful voyage. But three passengers were different from all the rest. Abide the Sleeper. Authors: furiosity and imadra_blue Rating: NC-17.

Abide the Sleeper

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. Whenever I visit my grandparents, I time it to coincide with that afternoon’s episode of Pointless.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

We don’t talk while Pointless is on, which removes the risk of awkward questions about who I am ‘courting’ and anything to do with those abominable gays. There I was a few months ago, sitting quietly, sipping tea and thinking about what a cute couple Alexander and Richard would make, when my grandmother turns to me and utters one of the most horrifying sentences that a grandmother could say: “Lisa… have you read that Fifty Shades of Grey?”

Come Hither. Chapter 8 It Crumbles From Within Harry ran.

Come Hither

The air split open in front of him, the world flew past. He tore down the dark corridors, half knowing, half-unknowing of why he was running so fast, why he was going back to fetch his wand, what Dumbledore had in store for him, but he was excited. Then, a powerful force hit his chest, crushed his heart, stopping it, twisted it in its grip, and did not let go. “Draco.” Time stilled, expanded, solidified, filled the space between Harry’s cells, between his eyes, between him and that boy in front of him – barely standing, tittering on the vestiges of his balance and holding onto the last remnants of his pride, hardly moving forward in the dim torchlight of the hallway.

Pale face – paler than usual – shining with tears, bare feet staggering. Another blow slammed into Harry, this one from the back, and he found himself running towards the figure. “Draco! As soon as he came within reach the other boy’s arms flung around him. “Potter.” A Gryffindor and A Slytherin. This was my first novel-length Harry/Draco story.

A Gryffindor and A Slytherin

It was completed four months before the release of HBP (and before the announcement of Draco's birth date on Rowling's website) and is now AU. This story stands alone, though it's also a companion piece to Beyond Wild Moor and Fen, which is from Harry's point of view. Unthinkable Thoughts.