My first Harry Potter fic is, of course, all about Draco Malfoy. I’ve fallen in love with these two by reading other people’s fic, and with this, I hope to give a little something back. 💝
Hidden behind the heavy oak door, Draco felt his upper arms gingerly. Mother had had a house elf heal the bruises with magic, but his flesh still held the memory of pain.
By the time they reached Madam Malkin’s, Draco was exhausted. He didn’t even protest when Mother left him alone and went to look at the wands, though he suspected she was rather more interested in the perfume shop they’d passed on the way. Just like she had suspected Father of ulterior motives when he’d volunteered to get Draco’s schoolbooks.
“Just stay out of Ogden’s,” she had hissed through clenched teeth, while smiling tightly at some acquaintance or another.
Draco had wondered what “Ogden’s” was, but he’d known better than to ask.
Continue reading BruisedI’m months late, announcing this shocking new development. It started quite a while ago, perhaps as early as in March, though I only realized the extent of the obsession in May. A bit of a strange story, the whole thing, and I’m about to tell it in all the juicy detail.
With all my previous fandoms, the route was: 1) watch or play or read; 2) daydream; 3) write; 4) reluctantly engage with the community, mostly with the goal to advertise my creations. With Harry Potter, it was all backwards. First, I started reading fanfiction, then daydreaming, and watching, reading and playing came almost as an afterthought.
Continue reading Apparently, I’m into Harry Potter (and Draco Malfoy) now
