Elleian's Fanfiction

Loving Question

2007-08-02T23:25:33Z

Title: Loving Question
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 728
Prompt: "Believe in what your heart is saying" from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.

No spoilers for Deathly Hallows.

“Look, mate, sometimes you just have to take responsibility and make your own decisions.”

Harry looked balefully at Ron over the top of his mug of Butterbeer. “How am I supposed to do that, then? Every time I thought I was choosing something for myself it was really all planned out and I’d been guided into it. I wouldn’t know how to do something for myself if I tried.”

Ron frowned at him. “I’m not saying that your life hasn’t been tough,” he said slowly. “You’ve been used by people who had no right to use you.” He ignored Harry’s mumble that sounded suspiciously like ‘Dumbledore’. “But you can’t keep making excuses for yourself. You’re twenty three, Harry. I know I sound like Hermione harping on about something but you have to face the reality that there is no one pushing you along and holding your hand anymore. Besides, you can’t complain that you could never act of your own accord if you refuse to do so when given the opportunity now.”

The noise from the other patrons of the pub washed over them. Hoping that Harry was actually thinking about what he had said and was not about to storm off in another huff, Ron sat back in his chair. He watched as a crease formed above Harry’s eyes and his friend slowly drew in a breath.

“I don’t know how to pick up the pieces if it all goes wrong,” Harry said quietly.

“Maybe you won’t have to,” Ron offered. “And even if you do… well, you’ll just have to deal with that if it happens.”

“I just… Draco, he…” Harry sighed. “You love Hermione, right?”

It was impossible for Ron to stop a grin from spreading across his face. “Do I ever.”

“You must understand then. I feel like if I mess things up then I don’t know how I’ll cope. Twelve years ago I would have been happy never to see Draco again but now… now I’ll be happy if I never let him out of my sight.”

“You know what you have to do then,” said Ron. “We all have to take risks sometimes. If you’re sure what you want then I say go for it and deal with everything else later. Believe in what your heart is saying.”

Draining the rest of his mug, Harry nodded resolutely. “Thanks, Ron,” he said. He checked his watch. “I think I have somewhere to be.”

***

When Draco opened the front door of his flat it was to find Harry standing outside looking as if he was in a great amount of pain. “What is it?” he asked, concerned.

Harry shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said. “Just… can I come in?”

Draco smiled, though a small frown still marred his features as he looked his boyfriend up and down. “Of course you can, silly Gryffindor. You really do look a bit peaky, though.”

“Ex-Gryffindor,” Harry reminded him.

Going through into the living room, Harry chose to remain standing. Draco perched on the arm of his sofa and studied him. “Something is wrong,” he said quietly. “I can tell.” He opened his mouth to add further analysis when an awful thought crossed his mind. He quickly looked at the floor to hide his horrified expression. “Please tell me you’re not going to break up with me,” he said quietly.

“What?! No! No.” Taking a deep breath, Harry said, “Just the opposite.”

“Huh?” Trust Harry to make him lose all eloquence.

“I mean…” Harry was slowly turning bright red. He fidgeted for a moment before moving closer to rest his hands on Draco’s shoulders. “Draco, you’re the most… I can’t describe… I love you,” he said finally. Pre-empting a response from Draco, he rushed on, “And I can’t bear to live without you. Please, will you move in with me?”

For a moment there was silence. Harry was about to pull away in mortification when Draco’s expression seemed to almost burst into happiness. “Yes!” he exclaimed. “I love you too, you prat. Of all the silly questions…mmph!”

If Draco ended up pushed backwards over the arm of the sofa in a position he would later bemoan as quite uncomfortable, well, he couldn’t complain too much. And even if he did he knew someone who would happily give him a backrub. He could get used to this.

Wow, that's the first thing I've written in quite a long time! It's not my best piece by far, but comments are greatly welcomed!

Massive Memoried List of General Fic Searches

2007-07-03T23:43:27Z

Phew! I've just finished adding every general fic search ever made in harrydraco to the community memories! LJ reliably informs me that amounts to 1277 posts! If you're looking for a rec or two, why not check it out here or take a look at the post I made for further explanation.

I think I deserve a nice long sleep! ♥

Just wondering...

2007-06-11T18:31:27Z

Quite a few fics I've read lately have had characters saying, "Sod directly off," and I was wondering where this phrase has come from. Is it an Americanism? I'm British and I must admit that I've never heard anyone say that in conversation, unless it's a regional thing? "Sod off," is common, though.

Any thoughts?

An Unusual Valentine

2007-02-11T14:13:59Z

Title: An Unusual Valentine
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 328
Prompt: "It was a dare" from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.

Every year it was the same. Harry always dreaded going to the Great Hall for breakfast on Valentine’s day because he knew that he would be bombarded with cutesy cards, paper hearts and all manner of things far too pink and fluffy. It was completely humiliating and, worst of all, he knew that every person behind the sap only did it because of his name. That hurt.

This year was no different. Ron and Hermione made a few half hearted comments to him across the table, but it was easy to see that their primary interest was in each other. Harry was about to shove the pile of cards in front of him into his bag and make a hasty exit from the hall when his attention was caught by one object in the pile.

In the midst of all the colourful greetings lay a single envelope. It was remarkable in the fact that it was unremarkable: a dull grey colour adorned by nothing more than neat black letters on the front that read ‘HP’. Harry quickly glanced around before pulling the envelope towards him and opening it. Inside he found a lone piece of parchment and the same tidy hand had written ‘DM’ in the middle of the paper. Nothing more, nothing less.

Harry’s gaze shot up to focus across the room where Malfoy usually sat and he was only half surprised to find the other boy already making his way across the room. Nobody else seemed to be paying any attention to the fact that a Slytherin was wandering over to the Gryffindor table, yet Harry still held his breath when Malfoy opened his mouth.

“It was a dare.”

“Who from?” Harry asked quietly.

Malfoy smiled at him and moved even closer. The others were now paying attention and Harry thought Ron had started squawking but he ignored them all. Malfoy was now only inches from Harry and he leaned forward to whisper,

“From my heart.”

Comments are always appreciated!

After Hours

2007-02-04T16:06:23Z

Title: After Hours
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 229
Prompt: "I suppose you think you look hot in those penguin pyjamas" from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.

“Hey, Potter!”

Harry winced and stopped. He knew that he shouldn’t have left Gryffindor tower at this time of night without his invisibility cloak, but he wasn’t going to get it back from Ron until tomorrow and he really needed to get out and clear his head. It was just his luck that he had to run into Malfoy of all people.

Resigned, Harry turned around to face the Slytherin. “Go on then,” he said. “I know you’re dying to take House points.”

Surprisingly, Malfoy shook his head, his eyes roaming over Harry’s body. “I suppose you think you look hot in those penguin pyjamas,” he commented after a minute.

“Huh?” Harry glanced down at his attire. The pyjamas were dotted with tiny enchanted penguins that blinked and waved. They had been a Christmas present from Hermione and Harry hadn’t the heart not to wear them.

Malfoy was moving closer towards him, one eyebrow arched as if waiting for a response.

“What… no, I… what are you…” Harry stammered.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Malfoy had now invaded Harry’s personal space and was standing almost nose to nose with him. Leaning forward, he whispered into Harry’s ear, “You do.”

If anybody noticed that Harry didn’t return to Gryffindor that night or that he turned up to lessons the next day wearing a scarf then they didn’t comment.

ETA: Want to know exactly why Harry didn't return to Gryffindor? Check out the brilliant Waving Penguins (NC-17) by confiteor_3 for all the details!

As always, comments are welcome!

Creativity

2007-01-24T22:27:01Z

Title: Creativity
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 320
Prompt: "What did you say that was/is?" from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.

The suspicious look that Draco trained on the object in Harry’s hands was enough that it had Harry smothering a grin. Harry knew how much Draco hated it if he laughed when Draco was trying to be serious, but still, the whole evil eye thing was quite amusing.

“What did you say that was?” Draco asked, his gaze still trained on the object.

“A feather?” Harry ventured.

Draco’s gaze finally swung up to meet Harry’s. “No,” he said. “I don’t think those words ever passed you lips. Let me think a moment… oh yes, ‘a bit of fun’ is what I distinctly remember hearing you say, am I right?”

Harry shrugged, trying his best not to break eye contact with Draco.

“I don’t believe,” Draco continued, “that you’ve really thought this through properly.”

“Really?” Harry asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Really.”

Moments later and suddenly Harry was remembering all over again exactly why Draco had been picked as an Auror. His lightning fast wand movement had been too quick for Harry to block and now he found himself pinned to the wall by pieces of rope, the feather still clutched in his right hand.

“Well, well, well.” The look on Draco’s face had changed from disapproving to sly and calculating. “It appears that you are at something of a disadvantage, Mr Potter.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked, his voice coming out lower than he had intended it to.

“Yes,” Draco hissed slowly at him. He eyed the feather once more, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Whatever shall I do with you?”

Harry knew better than to answer his lover as Draco stalked forward to place a hand on either side of Harry’s head. The last thing Harry thought before he totally gave in to Draco was that he really should stop getting himself into these situations. Draco really was much more creative with that feather than Harry ever could have been.

Comments are greatly appreciated!

024 Coffee Mug - Distractions

2007-01-17T00:27:28Z

Title: Distractions
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: 024 Coffee Mug
Word Count: 136
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: This prompt response and all subsequent ones are stand-alone; they do not follow the storyline of the first 20 responses. Links to all prompt responses can be found here at my slashfic40 prompt table index.

“Harry!” Draco’s voice reverberated into the living room, causing Harry to wince. It was never good news when his boyfriend used that tone.

Steeling himself, Harry got up from the sofa and made his way into the kitchen. “Yes?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“Do you remember the deal that we made last week?”

“Deal?” Draco had some jam just above his lip.

“Yes, deal. The one where we both clear up our own crockery after we’ve used it?” The blond looked pointedly over his shoulder at the dirty coffee mug on the draining board.

“Mmmhmm.” Yes, definitely jam. Harry ignored Draco’s initial indignation when he moved in to kiss him, hands sliding into Draco’s blond hair, and all protests stopped once their lips met.

The mug remained on the draining board, forgotten.

As usual, comments are always welcome!

Image Issues

2007-01-14T22:38:21Z

Title: Image Issues
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 333
Prompt: "Oh my God, you're pregnant!" from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.

“Oh my God, you’re pregnant!”

If looks could kill, the one that Draco sent Harry’s way would have had him locked up in Azkaban for life. “I’m not fucking pregnant,” he snapped.

“Draco, you are!” Harry beamed at him. “Just look at your stomach!”

“Shut up!” Draco crossed his arms self consciously over his tummy. “I’m not!”

Harry placed a hand on top of one of Draco’s. “Don’t be silly,” he said. “Of course you are.”

Jerking away from him, Draco moved as close to his edge of the bed as he could, face red with humiliation. “Harry,” he ground out, “Has it completely escaped your notice that I am, in fact, male? Being pregnant is a physical impossibility.”

“But…” Harry’s face was a picture of confusion. He gestured helplessly at Draco.

Draco gave him another glare for good measure. “Leave me alone,” he said. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I don’t understand,” Harry said. “You must be pregnant. You’re all fa-“

“Shut up! I know, all right!” Draco was shouting now, his face screwed up and arms clenched protectively around him. “I’m fat, there, I’ve said it. Are you happy? Now leave me alone!” He tried to pull the duvet over his head but Harry caught hold of his wrists. “Let go of me!” Draco struggled wildly and Harry sighed.

“Draco,” he said quietly. “Draco.” Harry pressed a kiss to the back of his partner’s neck. “You’re not fat,” he said, soothingly. Draco’s movements became less violent and Harry continued, “You’re not, and even if you were it wouldn’t matter. I love you,” he moved closer, nuzzling the side of Draco’s neck. “I love you so much.”

“‘m not fat,” Draco mumbled, his face still turned away from Harry’s.

“Shh, I know. I know.”

Harry snuggled close to Draco and when Draco let him he knew that he’d been forgiven. Still, that had been one wild reaction. He might not give Draco that gym membership for his birthday after all.

Comments are greatly appreciated!

Surprise Visitor

2007-01-08T21:16:50Z

Title: Surprise Visitor
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 494
Prompt: 'Character/s must be using a dating section of a newspaper. Like a personals column,' from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.

This was beyond humiliating. If it had been possible for Harry to go back to bed and hibernate for the rest of his life then he would have.

“I can’t believe you did that!” he yelled, eyes narrowed accusatorily.

Ron gave an unapologetic shrug. “Needs must, mate.”

“What?”

“It’s simple, really. You need to get laid. I’m just offering a friendly helping hand.”

“By placing an ad in the dating section of the Prophet? Have you gone mad?”

That infuriating grin on Ron’s face was really starting to drive Harry mad. Ron only ever smiled like that when he was convinced that he was right about something.

“Relax, Harry. I didn’t use your actual name in it. Nobody’s going to know who you are unless you agree to meet them.” Ron picked the paper up from the table where Harry had dropped it in horror. Clearing his throat, he read, “Dark haired male seeks another man for companionship and more. Has large capacity to love and needs stable, patient partner. Apply via owl to James Evans.”

“I’m doomed,” Harry muttered, dropping his head to the table with a loud thunk.

Ron patted his shoulder. “You’re about to get lucky,” he said.

Harry was so, so dead.

***

The last person that Harry had expected to see when he opened his front door was Draco Malfoy. He was so surprised, in fact, that the only words he could seem to get out were, “What are you doing here?”

Infuriatingly, Malfoy didn’t answer the question. “Let’s see,” he said instead, making a show of looking Harry up and down. “Matches the description.” He stuck his hand in his trouser pocket and produced what looked like a piece of newspaper. “Seeks another man,” he read aloud.

“Oh my god,” Harry said, realising what was going on. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Malfoy smirked at him. “I may not be the most patient of people and some may question how stable I am, but… oh, do shut your mouth, Potter, or should I say Evans? Honestly, you might’ve been a bit more inventive, don’t you think?”

“Ron wrote it,” Harry said faintly, before he could stop himself. This was so not happening.

“Right…”

Suddenly realising what it must look like to have Draco Malfoy standing in his doorway, Harry grabbed his wrist, dragged him into the house and firmly shut the front door.

“Ooh,” Malfoy said. “You forgot to mention forceful.”

“Shut up. This isn’t…”

“Alright,” said Malfoy, ignoring Harry as he began to stutter, and before Harry had registered what was happening Malfoy had leaned forward they were kissing, hot and wet and sloppy but oh so good…

“Ah,” breathed Malfoy – Draco – minutes later when they had broken apart. “Does that mean my application has been accepted?”

Harry rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the edges of his mouth from curling up into a smile. Maybe he was going to need to thank Ron after all.

Comments, as always, are welcome!

Lucky Loving

2007-01-07T12:20:20Z

Title: Lucky Loving
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 611
Prompt: "And one more for luck" from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.

There were certain times when Harry felt truly complete and making love to Draco was one such instance. The other man could stoke such a fire in Harry that he thought he would combust with just one touch, yet he could leave Harry teetering on the brink for hours, begging for release with everything he had in him. Harry loved it.

They were in their bed, the top sheet pulled over them to ward off the slight chill of the air in the room. It was slipping further and further down Harry’s back, though, as he moved with Draco. Their bodies slid together with slick noises, the glide of their chests aided by sweat and splashes of lubricant that had somehow missed their mark.

“Ohh,” Draco gasped out as Harry thrust in slowly, trying to angle his cock in order to brush Draco’s prostate. “Right there.”

“Mmm,” Harry grunted, his throat vibrating. “Like this?”

Draco’s hands shot up to grip at Harry’s biceps when he pulled out, the flexing of his muscles mimicking the pulse of blood in both their bodies.

“Harry…” Draco whined, bring his body forward in order to aid Harry’s penetration of him. One hand moved down Harry’s body to clutch at his arse.

Harry wanted nothing more than to shove into Draco as fast as he could until he reached completion but he held back. Though he knew it would feel good, so good, it was not enough. These slow movements were almost torturous in their slow intensity of pleasure and that was exactly what they both wanted, needed even. It let Harry savour the feeling of being inside Draco, hot and tight, as well as let Draco enjoy being filled by Harry. The reverse could also be true and Draco took advantage of this fact by slipping a finger from the hand that had been previously holding Harry’s arse into his anus.

“Ahh,” Harry groaned, the intrusion adding to the stimulation of his body.

Draco smiled up at him and Harry felt his heart clench at the sight. The entirety of Draco’s body was flushed, from his cheeks to his chest and, further still, to the dark red of his cock resting against his stomach. Harry thought he looked beautiful.

“Please,” Draco whispered as Harry slid into him again and Harry couldn’t deny him. Carefully, he manoeuvred so that he was being supported by one arm only, the other going down to rub at Draco’s cock. Draco started bucking into Harry’s hand and then thrust back against Harry’s own cock, upping the pace of their coupling and Harry put more force into his thrusts, trying to draw them out still but knowing that neither of them would last much longer. Draco’s finger was still buried in Harry’s arse and when Draco suddenly touched his prostate Harry let out a deep, rumbling groan.

“Come on,” Draco chanted between pants, his eyes locked to Harry’s. “So close…”

“Yes…” Harry hissed and all it took was another thrust into Draco, his lover’s finger pressing against his prostate again and Harry was coming, his head dizzy with pleasure and then Draco was coming as well, Harry still pushing into him, a hoarse cry spilling from Draco’s lips as he spilled between their bellies.

Harry’s arm had long since given out by the time he opened his eyes again, nose to nose with Draco. “Love you,” Harry whispered.

“Yeah, you too. Fantastic.”

Harry shifted a little, his body still tingling at the feeling of Draco’s under his. “Mmm. And one more for luck?”

Draco smiled at him. “Your turn,” he said and then they were lost to each other once again.

Comments are always appreciated!

Love Meme

2007-01-05T17:13:30Z

*flails* I don't know what to say. Someone added me to elfflame's Love Meme!

I am completely speechless. I've been trying to express how grateful I feel for the last half-hour at least but all semblance of eloquence seems to have left me. It doesn't do justice to how much this has affected me, but:

Thank you all so much for the lovely things that you've said! :) I feel privileged to know such wonderful people and I want to send much love to everyone on my flist. I love you all to pieces! *hugs and kisses* ♥ ♥ ♥

023 iPod - Window Shopping

2007-01-03T17:34:12Z

Title: Window Shopping
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: 023 iPod
Word Count: 108
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: This prompt response and all subsequent ones are stand-alone; they do not follow the storyline of the first 20 responses. Links to all prompt responses can be found here at my slashfic40 prompt table index.

“No, Harry, you do not need one of those awful contraptions. Do you honestly want to look like someone plugged you into the mains?”

Harry frowned and moved away from the window of the Apple shop. “Wouldn’t,” he muttered petulantly.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes you would. Come on, we’re supposed to be getting you some new clothes, remember?”

Harry sighed but he took Draco’s proffered hand and followed him down the road.

Draco smiled. He had an iPod sitting in the wardrobe at home, all wrapped up, and he wasn’t going to let Harry spoil his birthday present. At least he knew that Harry would like it.

As usual, comments are always welcome!

022 Lovers - Discovery

2007-01-02T23:50:54Z

Title: Discovery
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: 022 Lovers
Word Count: 182
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: This prompt response and all subsequent ones are stand-alone; they do not follow the storyline of the first 20 responses. Links to all prompt responses can be found here at my slashfic40 prompt table index.

“Ron? What is it?”

Ron shook his head in disbelief. “You were right,” he said in an awed voice. At Hermione’s look, he gave an apologetic shrug. “I know that you’re never normally wrong about anything… but I thought that you were, this time.”

“What are you talking about?” Hermione was perplexed. She’d only told Ron to go and wake Harry up, else they’d never get to Hogsmeade today, and he’d come back with a shocked expression on his face.

“About…” Ron gestured randomly with his hands. “You know.” When Hermione raised her eyebrows he elaborated, “About Harry being gay.”

Hermione’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ of surprise. “You mean…?”

“Malfoy, of all people.” After a moment he added, “In Harry’s bed.” As if Hermione hadn’t worked it out.

“There was always a lot of passion between them.”

Ron didn’t agree, but he didn’t argue either. Maybe he would blow up later.

“Enemies to lovers…” Hermione shook her head, but there was a smile playing across her lips. “Come on, I don’t think Harry will mind if he misses this Hogsmeade trip.”

Comments are always welcome!

021 Enemies - Hidden Truths

2007-01-01T22:47:16Z

Title: Hidden Truths
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: 021 Enemies
Word Count: 131
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: This prompt responses and all subsequent ones are stand-alone; they do not follow the storyline of the first 20 responses. Links to all prompt responses can be found here at my slashfic40 prompt table index.

Harry Potter hated Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter. This was stone cold fact that everyone at Hogwarts would attest to, though of course Dumbledore might be the exception to the rule, eccentric old man that he was. They were enemies in every sense of the word and that was that.

It would be no stunner, then, to run across the pair fighting in a hallway, a deserted classroom or even on the Quidditch pitch. You would find it normal to see their hands gripping each other’s hair, each clawing at the other, their breath coming in harsh pants interspersed with groans at points of impact. And if their eyes lingered a little too long, their faces flushed a little more than necessary, well you wouldn’t be surprised, would you?

Comments, as always, are greatly appreciated!

Happy New Year!

2007-01-01T13:06:57Z

To all of you wonderful people out there, love and best wishes for 2007. May the year be prosperous and filled with joy.

My fandom New Year's Resolution is to leave comments on every fic I read that I enjoy, even if it's only to say 'I liked this!'. I always get a warm, fuzzy feeling inside when someone leaves me a comment on something that I've written and I want to spread the happiness. I encourage everyone to do the same!

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Different Appetites

2006-12-19T21:08:51Z

Title Different Appetites
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: ‘Hunger’ for 12_fics
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
Summary: Hunger is not always for food.

Harry had always associated hunger with bad things. It was a punishment from the Dursleys for being a freak and for not being normal. It went hand in hand with humiliation, shame, fear and hate. Was it any surprise, then, that Harry felt disgusted when he discovered that he hungered after another boy? He was filled with self loathing every time he caught himself lusting after blond hair and a pair of pale eyes, unable to think of anything other than that his desire was wrong, wrong, wrong. By the time he realised that his preconceptions had been wrong he never again had to go hungry for food. Appetite for his lover, however, never went away, no matter how many times he was given the means to sate his needs.

A post from elleian? What?

2006-12-19T20:51:12Z

Do not adjust your browser, folks. I repeat, do not adjust your browser. *ahem*

Where Have You Been Recently?
I've had a bit of a stressful time since the beginning of the summer, truth be told. But in the past month and a half RL has been an absolute bitch. There are various reasons, none of which I particularly want to go into, but suffice to say that writing, commenting and generally being active around fandom have not been on the top of my priority list.

So What Now?
Things are settling down, hence my reappearance. I hope to get fully back into fandom in the new year. In regards to various things:

The Master List of General Fic Searches
I have been updating this as regularly as possible and, yes, I will be continuing to do so for the forseeable future.

Prompts Tables
I don't know how many people kept up with the prompt responses that I posted for slashfic40 and 12_fics but I want to say that I will be completing my claims. They will probably all be drabbles and I will not be continuing with the storyline for my slashfic40 prompts, but I am going to try to complete them as soon as possible.

Then What?
I have plans for a new long fic that I have been mulling over which I want to post. I also love writing responses to the challenges and prompts from places such as the AWDT and hd_fluff so you should be seeing drabbles from me as well!

Does posting plans for everyone to see make you more motivated to carry them out?
Why yes, how could you tell? ;)

Embarrassment

2006-11-12T18:18:59Z

Title: Embarrassment
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: ‘Pets’ for 12_fics
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Humour
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
Summary: Ron just can’t take it any more.

“Do you have to keep doing that?”

“Have to keep doing what?"”

Draco was extremely puzzled. Ron had been grimacing and pulling faces at him all through breakfast. At one point there would have been nothing unusual about this at all but now, after being Harry’s boyfriend for over a year and having gained the acceptance of said boyfriend's best friends, it was an extraordinary occurrence. He didn’t think that he was every fully going to Ron Weasley, though.

“Just... don't. Please?”

Draco glanced at Harry to find a similar expression of confusion etched on his face. “What's he talking about, love?” Draco asked.

“I, you… argh!” Ron exploded before Harry had the chance to speak.

Choosing this moment to look up from the Daily Prophet, Hermione rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. "What I think he's trying to say," she explained, "is that he doesn't want you to use pet names."

“Pet- oh,” said Harry, brow creasing. “Why not? You do it all the time with Hermione.”

Seemingly recovered from his outburst, Ron flushed. “Yes, well, but... that's different, you know?”

“No, I don't.” Draco’s countenance was now much less friendly than it had been. “Would you care to explain yourself a little better? I'm afraid that I don't quite understand.” He glared at Ron. “What part of our speech is it that you object to? It can't be the particular words, as we have already establishes that you use them yourself. In which case, one must ascertain that your adversity is either towards those using the terms or who they are used about. Do you think Harry undeserving of being loved?” Draco shook his head. “I think not. Therefore, logically, it must be the person using the word that you object to.” Draco sighed. “And to think I'd believed us to be past this.”

It appeared that Draco would have said more, but Ron interrupted with a choked ‘no’. He swallowed and tried again. “No, it’s not like that at all.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really. Just, stop it, alright? Its...” Ron was now almost exactly the same colour as his hair. “It’s just too cute. Stop it!” Mortified, he bowed his head and waited for the others to finish laughing. He was never going to live this down!

Comments, as always, are greatly appreciated!

The Game of Life

2006-11-05T18:31:11Z

Title The Game of Life
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: ‘Lottery’ for 12_fics
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Romance
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
Summary: Harry does not agree.

Harry does not always agree with Draco's outlook on life. This is not at all surprising; after all, Draco had been both thoroughly spoiled and force fed a variety of bigoted beliefs whilst Harry had been treated as a servant and taught as little as possible. What does surprise Harry, though, is Draco's reluctance to re-assess his opinions even when he knows that he is in the wrong.

"Life's just a game," Draco says, his expression indicating his lack of interest in the conversation. Harry thinks that he would probably rather be doing something with a bit more excitement - bending him over the back of the sofa, for instance - but he doesn't let it drop.

"You're wrong," he tells Draco. And he is, isn't he? If life's a game then there must be a set of instructions somewhere. Nobody ever bothered to explain the rules to Harry. He has a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't play by them if he did have a manual, but that isn't the point.

"Harry," Draco pouts. "Come here for a minute."

Ah, he was right about the sofa, then. "No. This important to me."

Draco gives him one of those long suffering looks and sighs. Satisfied, Harry continues.

"Why do you think that life is a game?"

Sometimes Harry swears that Draco must practice his range of expressions in the mirror when Harry isn't there. It would explain why he takes so long, at any rate, and also why he manages to make Harry feel so ignorant with just a single glance.

"Life's a game," says Draco, "because the house always wins. No matter what you do, you will never come out on top."

Harry frowns. Why is Draco always such a pessimist? Then he remembers Draco's family and it is a moot point.

"No," Harry says. He has never believed in a higher being or destiny or fate. Not that he ever let Professor Trelawney know that, of course. He does like Draco's gambling analogy, though.

Draco is watching him as he thinks, face unreadable. He doesn't move as Harry tries to express his thoughts.

"Life isn't a game," he says slowly. When Draco arches an eyebrow, he qualifies, "It isn't because at the end of the day there aren't any winners. We live and when it finishes we die. What does anybody get out of that at the end of the day?" Harry shakes his head. "Life's a gamble. We take risks or we don't take risks and they only matter for days or months or years. Never forever."

When Harry looks up, Draco is moving towards the sofa. Once Draco has arranged himself, head in Harry's lap, Harry tries to pick up his train of thought.

"There's no house, right? It's like a lottery. Everybody can put in but not everyone gets something back out." He strokes his hand slowly through Draco's hair. "I think I must have got a winning combination somewhere along the line," he admits, looking down. Draco stares back at him.

***

"Love you," Harry hears Draco murmur later as they lie together, sated and tired.

"Love you, too."

Harry wasn't lying when he talked about winning. He must have been lucky to end up where he has, with who he is with. He also thinks that, just maybe, he might be able to get Draco to change his mind. How can he deny that Harry is wrong?

Comments, as usual, are always welcome!

Falling Headlong, Heart First

2006-10-29T17:10:31Z

Title: Falling Headlong, Heart First
Song: Headlong
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Lack of eloquence
Summary: It started by mistake.
Author's Notes: Written for queenathon

If he really searched his memory, Harry Potter could remember the first time that he and Draco Malfoy had touched without aggression. They had been partnered in Potions on a day when Snape had been feeling particularly malicious. The lesson had not even been halfway through when Neville managed to blow up his cauldron and Draco, moving to one side in order to avoid the spray of noxious slimes, had rubbed against Harry’s side. Of course, both boys were quick to pull away once they realised what was happening and after a few traded insults the incident passed. It was not, however, forgotten.

***

In the days that followed, Harry tried to avoid Draco as much as possible. That accidental touch had started to haunt his memory and he was desperate to ensure that it went away as soon as possible. After all, having a constant hard-on over his rival was not particularly high on his priority list. Draco, however, seemed to take pleasure in appearing at precisely the wrong moments and Harry had to concede that he was fighting a losing battle. After borrowing a book from Hermione, he put silencing charms around his bed so that nobody would hear his cries each night when he stroked his cock and vainly tried to think of someone – anyone – but Draco Malfoy.

It never worked. Pale eyes and blond hair were the only recurring themes in his fantasies and Harry gave up that fight, too. He could admit to himself, at least, that he was possibly, maybe, just a bit gay. But why did his crush be the one person who he would never have a chance with?

***

“Can I have a word?” Harry mentally kicked himself the moment the words passed his lips, but it was too late to go back now. Draco was standing in front of him, alone for once, and Harry had not really thought out what he was going to do.

“What do you want, Potter?”

Oh dear. “I wanted… um, I just…”

Draco was watching him, one eyebrow raised and it was enough to scramble Harry’s brain without the fact that Draco was standing entirely too close for comfort. There was only one thing that Harry really wanted from Draco, and he couldn’t exactly tell him that, could he? When Draco started to tap his foot, Harry knew that if he didn’t do something within the next few seconds then the other boy would walk away and his chance would be lost.

“Malfoy… Draco…”

A look of surprise was now directed at Harry and it took him a moment to realise that this was the first time he had ever spoken Draco’s first name aloud. Knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer before Draco reacted properly, Harry gathered up all of his courage and lunged forward to press his mouth onto Draco’s.

It was their first kiss and it was by no means perfect. Harry’s nose bumped against Draco’s almost painfully, his glasses had slipped and were digging into both his face and Draco’s and their mouths were pressed together with too much force to be entirely comfortable. Draco drew back quickly and stared at Harry as if he had never seen him before.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, his voice slightly less steady than normal.

Harry wanted to make a comment about how it should have been obvious, but the only thing he could get his mouth to say was, “Um…”

Draco studied the flush rising in Harry’s cheeks and Harry could see a matching colour diffusing across Draco’s pale skin. Draco hadn’t stepped away, however, and they were so close that Harry could feel Draco’s breath against his face and the heat radiating from his body.

“Ah…” Harry tried again and Draco suddenly rolled his eyes.

“Stupid Gryffindor,” he muttered, before leaning in to Harry with much more grace than Harry himself had shown.

This kiss was far better. Their lips seemed to meld together rather than push each other away and Draco moved his mouth a little, sending tingles through Harry’s body. When Harry felt the tentative flick of a tongue against his lips he automatically opened his mouth, whilst raising his arms to encircle Draco’s shoulders.

It didn’t last for too long; Draco’s tongue caressed Harry’s briefly before he pulled back. Now Harry was sure that he wouldn’t be able to so much as make unintelligible noises at Draco, but he was saved the chance to find out as Draco rested his head against Harry’s neck. When had Draco’s arms wrapped around him? Harry couldn’t remember, but he wasn’t complaining and instead tightened his own arms around the other man.

All too soon, Draco pulled away. “If you tell anyone about this…” he left his threat open ended.

Harry smiled at the lack of venom in Draco’s tone. “I won’t if you won’t,” he replied, voice finally returning.

They went their separate ways, but Harry was sure that it wasn’t the last of it.

***

When Hermione cornered Harry a few weeks later he was not as surprised as he might have been.

“Harry, I know,” she had said, and there was no need for him to ask what she was talking about. What did surprise him was the piece of parchment that she handed him.

“I’m not going to lecture you,” she told him. “Just… be happy. That’s all.”

“Thank you,” Harry had said.

Later that day, in the safety of his dorm, Harry looked at the parchment that Hermione had given him. He couldn’t suppress a smile at the words in front of him.

I heard a Muggle song once and it’s stuck in my head ever since. It was never quite relevant to mine and Ron’s relationship, but I thought it might mean something to you.

And you’re rushing headlong; you’ve got a new goal
And you’re rushing headlong, out of control
And you think you’re so strong,
But there ain’t no stopping
No there’s nothing you can do about it

As always, comments are appreciated!

Submission and Mockery

2006-10-21T23:51:43Z

Title: Submission and Mockery
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 567
Warnings: General silliness, boykissing
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
Author's Notes: This was written for grunhilda as part of AWDT's second birthday fic exchange. The prompt was to write a fic that was sweet and fluffy but canon and to include at least one of the lines: "I want to be a pirate" and "You're kidding, aren't you?". She also mentioned that she wouldn't mind a PG-13 fic. I'm afraid I had great difficulty getting this one out, but I hope that you like it! :)

Harry Potter drummed his fingers against the wood of the table. He was determined not to back down on this one. There was no way that Draco was going to win this time. Absolutely not…

“Alright! We can go if it really means so much to you.”

Draco gave him a lopsided smile. “You’ll have fun. Just wait and see.”

Incredulity crept across Harry’s face. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? You know how much I hate these things.”

Getting up from his seat, Draco moved to drape himself across Harry’s lap. As Harry wrapped his arms around his back, Draco replied,

“I do know. I know that you hate public appearances and all the hero worship that goes with them. But I also know that I love these kind of functions and that, frankly, I’m a selfish bastard.”

Harry sighed and dropped his forehead to rest against Draco’s shoulder. “You’re too arrogant for your own good.” He couldn’t see Draco’s face, but he was sure that his partner would be smirking in acknowledgment. “I’m not wearing a costume, though. That’s the one place where I really do draw the line.”

“Oh, but Harry,” Draco’s voice was tinged with amusement. “I want to be a pirate.”

“What?”

“You know, Roger the cabin boy and all that.”

“God.”

Draco laughed. “Not today.”

***

The room was still quite empty, much to Harry’s relief. Every October the Ministry held a Halloween party that was always highly attended and Draco had insisted that they arrived early to avoid the rush. As much as Harry had disliked the idea, he had grudgingly admitted that it was better than turning up late and having everyone stare at him when he entered.

“Buy me a drink,” Draco’s voice sounded in Harry’s ear.

“Prat. Buy your own.”

Draco slipped his arms around Harry’s waist. “Don’t be such a miser.”

Harry rolled his eyes and turned to face Draco. “Maybe I will,” he conceded. “After all, the girl never normally pays.”

Draco’s grip tightened. “I think you’ll find,” he said, slowly pressing his hips forward into Harry’s, “That I am anything but a girl.”

“I’m not sure,” Harry replied, pushing back. “You might need to convince me on that point.” He wriggled as Draco’s hands slid down his back and into the back pockets of his trousers.

Draco’s mouth descended upon Harry’s and Harry immediately forgot what he had been talking about. Draco’s kisses always made him feel as if time had stopped and that suddenly the universe had centred in the vicinity of his body. Now was no different and held his body as close to Draco’s as possible whilst their lips slid over each other and tongues darted out to lick at sharp teeth.

When they pulled apart, Draco licked a drop of saliva from the corner of Harry’s mouth. “I do believe,” he whispered in Harry’s ear, “that your lack of outfit has just been justified.”

“What?”

Draco’s eyes darted to the side of Harry and the large group of people who had arrived and were watching them with a mixture of fascination and horror. “If they haven’t guessed what we get up to by now…”

“Fuck,” Harry groaned.

“Exactly.”

When Harry glared at him, Draco placed a small kiss on the end of his nose. Moving back, he grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him in the direction of the bar. “About that drink…”

As usual, comments are welcome!

I don't like time zone differences

2006-10-20T06:52:08Z

So, the first thing that I did this morning was to log onto my lj so that I could claim one of the requests over at slashfest. And guess what? The only two prompts that I really liked the look of and wanted to write have already been claimed. *cries* Guess I'm not going to be doing that, then.

Talking To

2006-10-15T16:10:29Z

Title Talking To
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: ‘Mockery’ for 12_fics
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
Summary: Harry needs some help.

“What?” Draco didn’t bother lifting his head from his marking to see who had knocked on his classroom door. There was no response from the doorway, so he assumed that whoever it was had sensibly chosen to leave him alone. He did look up, however, when a shadow fell across his desk.

“I need to discuss something with you.”

Draco flicked his eyes back towards the door to find it shut. “How formal,” he said, a small smile on his lips. “I’ve almost finished this, just give me a minute. Then we can have whatever discussion you like…”

He could hear his colleague shuffling around the room as he gave a grade to the final piece of work in front of him. Stretching, Draco stood and made his way over to the desk where Professor Potter had taken a seat.

“What’s the order of the day?” Draco asked, running a hand along Harry’s arm.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Later,” he said firmly. “I really do have something to discuss with you.” At Draco’s silent encouragement he continued, “I’ve been having a bit of trouble with some students.”

“Disobeying your greatness?” Draco pretended to swoon. “How terrible! These infidels must be punished at once!” In a grave tone he added, “Have you tried taking house points?”

“No!” Draco smirked and Harry hurried to justify his statement. “I mean, it’s not like that. They’re not acting up in class or anything that I could deal with.”

“What’s the problem then?”

Harry looked uncomfortable. “I’ve overheard some of the students insulting each other…”

“And? If you recall, it’s just something that schoolchildren do. Don’t you remember when we were younger?”

“Perfectly. But you don’t understand. A certain group have been picking on this one boy. They think that he’s gay.”

“Right.”

Harry waited for a further response, but none came. “Look,” he said. “I was hoping that…”

“Hoping that what, Harry? I’d do your dirty work for you?”

Flushing, Harry met Draco’s eyes defiantly. “You’re better at this than I am,” he gestured at nothing in particular. “You can make people stop and listen to what you’ve got to say. They’re not going to listen to me. Please?”

Draco studied him for a minute. “What do I get out of all this?”

Harry grinned at him. “If you can’t work that out by yourself…”

*counts* I have now completed and posted half of these prompts! As always, comments are greatly appreciated!

Madness and fic delay

2006-10-08T20:51:44Z

This is a big apology to anyone who was expecting to see another one shot from me today. I'm currently working on my exchange fic for AWDT's second birthday and everything's just got a bit out of hand. I decided to scrap the idea that I was working on and so I am now madly writing a new fic and, along with my RL commitments, I just haven't had time to finish the next one shot to a level that I am satisfied with. It will definitely be posted next Sunday, however!

Things to do (in no particular order):

Finish my prompt table for slashfic40. I know that the community isn't very active and not many people read my prompt responses, but I hate giving up on things that I have started, especially as I have worked my way through half of the table.

Finish my fic for AWDT's second birthday. *panicpanicpanic*

Finish my fic for queenathon. I actually have the majority of this written but there are small bits that need to be done and other bits that need to be polished up.

Finish the themes for 12_fics.

I also really want to keep up with the normal AWDT prompts and the prompts over at hd_fluff but at the moment this isn't looking very possible :(

Oh yes, did I mention that I also want to participate in this year's NaNoWriMo (writing original fic, though)? *cries*

Board games = love

2006-10-02T07:01:01Z

If you haven't heard about it yet, you should definitely check out the new community hd_boardgame. I had great fun playing yesterday and I even managed to come in third place! This is a collection of all the recs, quotes, drabbles, doodles and limericks that I posted during the game. Enjoy!

Type: Fanart
Title: ‘In the Heat of the Moment’
Artist: naadi
Rating: R
Notes: This picture absolutely captivated me. The amount of work that was put into it and the attention to detail is incredible. If you haven’t seen any of naadi’s work before then you don’t know what you are missing!

Box of words: Wanker

"You absolute wanker!" Harry roared. "How could you do this to me?"

"Harry..." Draco moved tentatively towards him, but Harry reared back.

"Don't touch me! Fuck, Draco, did you think I would be happy about this?"

Rubbing his temples, Draco shook his head. He should have known that inviting Rita Skeeter to their wedding was a big mistake.

There once was a brave Gryffindor
Who desperately wanted to score
Onto cock he did pound
But then later he found
His arse was incredibly sore

Type: Fic
Title: ‘Drawn’
Author: lovely_slyth
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is a one-shot that I have been drawn (haha) back to again and again. Harry with a leather bracelet… what more could you want? There is also a sequel called ‘Disclosure’ that is set the day afterwards.

Box of words: Eloquence

"Look..." Harry stuttered. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but Draco's eyes were boring into his own and the words kept choking in his throat. "Draco, I...."

"Shh." Draco smiled at Harry. "I love you, too."

The teapot zooms towards Harry with such speed that he barely manages to duck in time. Knocked off his balance, he tries to steady himself by grasping the first thing in reach, which happens to be the coat stand. But its flimsy structure can't support his weight, and while he manages to remain on his feet, the wooden arms of the coat stand crash into the mirror with a spectular bang.

"Hippogriff!" Harry curses as the rain of shards barely misses his legs.

~ Under the Ivy by coffeejunkii

Box of words: Bra

"Get it off, get it off!"

Hearing Draco's frenzied shrikes, Harry dashed through the house. "I'm coming!"

"Harry! Help!"

Entering the bedroom, Harry found his boyfriend rolling around on the floor, desperately clawing at his head. Moving quickly, he removed the object that was so terrifying Draco. "There, there," he soothed. Really, anyone would be frightened by Pansy's bra.

"I love you," said Draco one day
"As do I," he heard Harry say
A glint entered his eye
Slytherins are so sly
He knew now that Harry would pay