Pansy: Okay, my turn, my turn, my turn. Um, okay. My eyes are green, I hate history of magic, and one time I escaped from a Thai drug lord’s car trunk by bribing him with sex.
Theo: Right idea, but you know what? It’s gotta be more challenging for everybody-
Learning how to animate things. So now I get to fully visualize their pain. Yay!
This love story now exists on Ao3
Just Like your Father Rating: E Pairing: Harry/Draco Tags: Creature fic, Veela Draco, Mystery, Blood and Gore, Scenting, Biting, Sexual Tension, Scars, Slow Burn
Excerpt:
Harry swallows and stares down at Draco, heart racing just at the mere sight of him breathing.
He was dead. Draco was supposed to be dead. Harry’s hard-won friend who had made a home for himself inside Harry’s heart was dead. There’d been a funeral, newspaper articles. Narcissa had written him a letter stained with tears. Harry had visited his grave, apologized to the black stone, cried over the freshly turned earth; cursed the sky and all the world for taking yet another person from him too fucking soon.
