idealists are the cruelest monsters of them all.

If ethrosdemon and literaryll have their way this will eventually be a prologue of sorts to a different story altogether, but I just wanted to write this today, because, well, do I really need a reason? Exactly.

Blaise/Draco (NC-17)
Post-War, spoiler for HBP
Dedicated to ethrosdemon for being the best champion anyone could want, with much love for serialkarma who beta tested this twice. That's love, people.


My Not-So Happy Ending

( Draco has always believed in happy endings – not of the sort that involve princesses and castles, that's entirely too heteronormative and plebian for him – but the kind that end with living parents and a home unfettered by Ministry wards and Runes )

Three months. 183 pages. Twenty-odd menswear collections. Nine chapters. Many wobblers (both theirs and mine). Three betas, and one trip to the GP later...


TRADE

Previous sections here
( Chapter IX (1 of 2) )

I've been fortunate enough to persuade the extraordinarily gifted oxoniensis to turn my tiny roster for Malfoy Escorts, Ltd. into something client-worthy (read:she relented after copious begging) -- so without further ado, I present to you:

TRADE

( Welcome to Malfoy Escorts, Limited (note for dial-ups: image heavy) )

Holiday cards done: 31
Holiday cards sent: 0
Words written for yuletide: 481

This story was supposed to be about Draco being bad at sex. But the story wouldn’t listen.

Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Harry bleeping Potter and Terry Boot in...

You Break it, You Buy It

( Look, it’s the great big dirty secret of the sixth years that you and Draco are buggering – and that I don’t care about. What I care about is your deep, dark dirty secret )