Coming Together by Beren. Title: Coming TogetherAuthor: Beren (aka Didi)Part: 1/1Pairing: Harry/DracoRating: RDisclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.Genre: Slash Summary: Draco finds out something about Harry James Potter that changes everything.
Author's Notes: Rated R for nakedness and kissing. My Fanfic Listings (LJ) | My Fanfic Listings (DreamW)==== “Hello, Draco.” The greeting was unexpected and the Slytherin was mortified to find that he could not hide the physical jump that the shock caused in him. The boy lounging against the dungeon wall was definitely Potter: there were the glasses; the scar; the green eyes; the hair, but the Boy-Who-Lived had never looked anything like he did now. “Have you been drinking something, Potter?” “Why?” “Why?” The End. Of coffee and crosswords by 7riotguns.
It happens much like this. The light turns green and Arthur drives. Headlights neighbor him, milliseconds in between the slam on the brakes and the impact. J’y suis jamais allé plays quietly as the paramedics pry the metal of the car apart to pull him out. In the midst of it all, in medias res, he cries. Or maybe it happens like this. There is no beginning and no end, just the sound of steel and the symphony of ambulance sirens and police lights.
Or maybe it happens when the man in the other car drives away in a drunken stupor, a three minute survey of the crash and a call to the police his only courtesies. It doesn’t matter how it happens. It’s eleven when a nurse calls Eames as the emergency contact. There are three hours after that spent on-site of the accident while they pry Arthur from the car. Eames holds his hand every second. “Oh, darling,” Eames whispers, rubbing his hand over his face. A nurse buzzes around the room, marking things off on a clipboard. He stares. “Darling. He does. The Third Time by witling. Title: The Third Time (1/2)Rating: RWord count: 13000+Pairing: Arthur/Eames Note: After I finished this, I read rageprufrock's excellent untitled Arthur/Eames fic, which also involves a bar called Gilt. Strange coincidence.
Hers is in NYC, mine's in Chicago. They both exist. Helenish's story, Practice Makes Perfect, which riffs on Pru's, and which is also extremely excellent and hot and hilarious. The first time Arthur succumbed to Eames's dubious charms--except it wasn't succumbing, it was a conscious leap from his narrow bridge of sanity into the wine-dark seas of, well, Eames--the first time was about six weeks after the Fischer job. Arthur was in Chicago, drifting through the lives of some old friends, walking the Mile, drinking late cocktails at the Green Mill, and thinking about an apartment. "Hello," said Eames, smiling. Arthur inclined his head coolly, but secretly he was startled and pleased. "I'm dying for a decent dish of marrow," he said. They went to Gilt. "It's not mine. Cupid Ron by Dayspring. By Dayspring The portrait slammed open. The portrait slammed closed. An obviously angry Harry Potter stomped across the Gryffindor common room and up the stairs to the dormitory.
"Trouble in paradise," Hermione mumbled, looking up from her textbook. Ron nodded from his seat beside her. "Guess I better go see what's up," Ron said carefully, hoping he was sounding like a caring friend and not like a bloke who was tired of studying. "Tact, Ron," she warned. First fight. So what had the git done to make Harry forget about that? "Harry? " "I need to be alone, Ron. " Tears? "He broke up with me. Ouch. Harry gave a wet chuckle. His head dropped back into the pillow and his shoulders started shaking.
"Okay. " Ron went back downstairs. "Ron, wait. "Malfoy broke up with Harry. " "What! "He told Harry some bullshit. "Ron... " He shook his head. Hermione paled. "I don't know. "You want me to come with you? " He gave her a gentle smile. "Okay, but take it easy. Which was probably why Harry hadn't pushed him. "No.