It's still my birthday, dammit

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First of all, happy joint birthday wishes to mei_x and thepouncer -- we have the best birthday ever! Secondly thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, I tried to thank everybody, but collecting stuff at 2 am, while pissed, is not one of my better special skills. I'm real good at 4am though.

+ tarar posted more This is Where We'll End It

+ phineasjones made me a Theodore icon with Thousandth Man lyrics!

+ circe_tigana made me the icon you see above -- TM-aside (Theodore was quiet during holiday and then talked my ear off yesterday. He's really, err, concerned about something or other. I can't imagine what that could be ;)

+ musesfool wrote me Ron/Neville! It's beautiful and heartbreaking and so lovely [makes incoherant noises] -- Not Going Anywhere

+ goss made me Warrior Angel/Devilicus art! Which, really will make you dead with envy. Goss has SKILLZ! And I have new wallpaper Now, I have two pieces of art for this wee universe and they're both so beautiful. ::loves sean and cal and goss and fleur::

+ torchthisnow wrote me the communal boyfriendZach/ Ryan boy rubbing! It's so good and right and hot. I mean, like, damn hot. Geometrical Proof

+ Thank yous and lots of adoration to meret, slodwick, tstar78, bexless, plumsnickety, circe_tigana, silverakira, sparky77, tobyfan, nebt_het, serialkarma, askmehow, florahart, rozza, tigress35, tanizard, green_queen, misserin, shanelle and random_flores

+ My girls (ethrosdemon and lalejandra) got together and wrote me a fucking epic Slytherin story, because all Slytherins do is write stories about other Slytherins. Yes, it has Theodore/Neville, but this is about Blaise and Draco and Pansy and Theodore and Queenie. and babies on spikes! OMG fools just fucking read this! The Three Great Festivals of Hecate part 1 & part 2

Snippet: Draco was told that sometimes some after ritual parties degenerated into orgies, which he wasn’t interested in. If he wanted to have sex with more than one person at the same time, he and Blaise would invite Teddy to join them. Not that Teddy would, what with his embrace of the Gryffindor ideal of monogamy, but half of debauchery is in the imagining.

All those *other* people who teased me with stories and didn't deliver on time? I know where you live (or some approximation thereof). I'm just saying. And if I missed anything please let me know -- because it's my birthday weekend dammit!

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(A small part of )The Nine Days King

No soul knew how they got in but everyone was quick when it came to understanding how it had happened. They had the Dark Mark on their arms and their eyes had turned black. Muggles. There were muggles crowding the castle.
Out by The Lake they were surrounded as the muggles dragged Malfoy away from the cluster of students, held professor Snape down as they wondered were their wands had gone to. The Death Eaters loomed by the shore and Voldemort rested his hand on an unmasked Lucius Malfoy’s shoulder.
“Father,” Malfoy said faintly as they carried on into the water. His hands and feet suddenly had ropes around them and just as suddenly he was thrown headfirst into the water.
Malfoy screamed. It was cold and as Malfoy screamed smoke billowed out from his mouth. Malfoy screamed as they brought him up to the surface several times murmuring unheard words and wetting their spoiled arms as Malfoy screamed and pleaded. Malfoy screamed and his voice was about to leave him when he bellowed, “I am no wizard! I am no Malfoy! Please! I am no wizard! Father!”
“He sinks,” said one of the muggles. “He sinks…”
The silence was sliced by the sounds of a limp boy dragged up to meet his doom. Lucius did not move a muscle until telling Draco, “You have failed me. A disgrace to the name of pure-blood. Know it is your own fault and bear your shame until the day you die cowered in the filth of the common world,” killing his son without getting blood on his long since stained fingers.
Pansy Parkinson cried over lost connections as the grey clouds in the sky swirled abnormally fast. Crabbe and Goyle lost their way and mind like Draco lost his life in seconds.
Malfoy was a living dead person and they dragged him towards the castle, two muggles leading the way inside, showing the students following how to behave, how to hold on to your life.
Ron choked down laughter as he realized that it was muggles who had broken the tormentor. It was a suiting end and it was most certainly the end of Malfoy as Ron knew him.

*

Malfoy had no clothes on in The Greenhouse were Harry found him. Glowing light came from the walls that were glowing because Malfoy had wanted them to because just like Harry told him he had lost his mind and also his wand. Clinging plants covered the glass with leaves. Green light made Harry nauseous but there was a milky white body in front of him that distracted his mind from the past that didn’t involve sweaty dreams of pale skin and harsh words with an unseen cock pushing into him and making him come and wake and shake and want.
A flower Harry had never before smelled filled his nostrils as he said, “I want you.” Words unnecessary which became obvious when Harry pushed Draco to the ground and he still had a ludicrous and wide smile stretching his lips.
Malfoy whimpered in surprise as Harry’s tongue erased sweat and blood and dirt around his nipples. Harry echoed the sound when the flavours filled his mouth and his brain informed him, ‘good’. “Hmm,” he said, “you taste good,” making his breath ghost over Malfoy’s ribs, making Malfoy quicken his breath.
It was appropriate that Malfoy’s skin should feel gritty to the touch since Harry knew he wasn’t doing the right thing. Just as it was appropriate that the sounds coming from Malfoy should make his eyes hurt.
On the other hand, Malfoy had done so much of the taking in Harry’s life and Harry was only giving at the moment. Violation was such an uneven word in his mouth and really, Malfoy was purring as he stroked his hip.
“Who’s to say I’m a saint,” thought Harry as Malfoy came in his mouth with a small, “Oh,” as Harry took his seed and swallowed it for safekeeping in the stomach of a hero.