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Title: The Fact of the Matter
Author: me
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry gets a very unwelcome visit. (The third in the Marriage arc, after Ways to Say No and What Malfoys Do.)
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. Oh, I wish. Don't we all.
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Part 3:
The Fact of the Matter
Harry stood in his kitchen and stared. It was a nice kitchen. It produced awfully good food. It had old-fashioned glass-paned cabinets with matching dishware from the Netherlands in them. It had a tiny Muggle washer/dryer that actually did get the clothing dry if one flicked one’s wand right when the time ticked down to five minutes and forty-three seconds. It even had a small bar with three expensive oak stools, and a set of copper cooking pots hanging from a rack over the stove. Harry rather liked his kitchen.
Unfortunately, it was not providing him with a single way to escape the person who was presently perched on the end of one of the dining room chairs as if it would irreversibly sully her perfect pure blood.
Harry glanced back at the half-open door and swallowed. She had declined tea. She had declined coffee. She had even declined chocolate truffles, for which Harry was actually grateful, seeing as how there were only four left and Draco would hex him if the raspberry cream and toffee with triple sec got eaten by anyone but himself. But she had declined wine as well, and Harry had barely been able to think of the water he already had boiling on the stove and how he “had better turn it off, please excuse me.”
Harry looked woefully at the very cold pot of not-boiling water and wished he had taken a little more out of Draco’s book about how to deal with members of well-to-do wizarding families when they unexpectedly dropped by one’s Knightsbridge home. He thought Draco’s book would be especially helpful in this case, as the person was a member of Draco’s well-to-do wizarding family.
There was nothing else for it; Harry took a deep breath and re-entered the dining room with a muttered apology. He drew out a chair across the table and sat down, licking his lips.
Narcissa Malfoy stared back coldly across the mahogany, and Harry was struck by how very much Draco resembled his mother. He’d always known that Lucius Malfoy had been the bearer of most of Draco’s singular features, but it was clear that Narcissa had given much to her son in terms of invisible characteristics: bearing, temperance, and that cold edge Harry could still feel on a bad day. The woman’s pale eyes moved slowly from his face down to his hand where it rested on the tabletop, and narrowed. Harry swallowed again.
“I do hope this is your house,” she said in a chilly voice. Harry glanced around, more to keep from looking at her than to confirm the house’s existence.
“I… Well, it’s—”
“Nothing so plebeian will be permitted into my son’s appropriations. You will of course be keeping it after this nonsense is concluded.” She sniffed distastefully and shifted in the chair as if she wished nothing better than to levitate her own body and save herself the shame of touching such a thing.
Harry blinked. “This… nonsense?”
Narcissa curled her lip, smoothing one hand over the delicate cloth of her dress. She touched a finger to her perfectly coifed hair. “Mr. Potter. I have deigned to come here for one purpose, and one purpose only. Your willingness to agree is not important, nor is it necessary. But you will be expected to cooperate.”
“I don’t understand,” Harry said, but he was beginning to fear that he did.
“My son is a young man. Easily given to whims.” Narcissa gave a long-suffering sigh, as if she had been dealing with this situation for years. “But he knows his place and he will not be distracted from it, not even by such an important person as you.”
The contemptuous sneer she turned on Harry made his heart thud. He spread his fingers on the table and tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. “I’m not distracting him.”
A long, pale finger with one ornate ring on it was suddenly pointing at his left hand. “That is a distraction, and it will not be tolerated.”
Harry stared at the single gold band around his ring finger. It was slightly rounded, with the tiny details of a snake winding thinly along the edge closest to his palm. He opened his mouth, but Narcissa’s next words cut through.
“I grow weary of this game my son is playing. That is a family heirloom and you will remove it from your person immediately.”
For the first time Harry’s anger flared. He looked up and met Narcissa’s eyes. “Your son gave it to me very knowingly,” he said, “and I have no intention of giving it back.”
Narcissa’s eyes narrowed. There was a gleam in them that Harry did not like. “You cannot honestly believe that he meant to follow through on that?” she said. Her voice had laughter beneath the surface. Harry’s heart stung.
“Yes,” he muttered. Then, more firmly, “Yes, I believe he did. Does.”
Narcissa clucked her tongue. Her sneer was positively incredulous. “My son never had any intention of doing any such thing. By all that is Slytherin, where do you Gryffindors get your delusions?”
Harry’s stomach twisted familiarly, but he held on to the anger. “Sorry, but I don’t see how you could possibly know what he said. But then again, you were definitely not there that day.” He paused, but it was dying to get out: “Or the night after.”
Narcissa’s eyes went so frosty Harry jumped. She drew herself rigid and for a long instant, Harry regretted letting the last bit out. Narcissa’s expression suddenly reminded him frighteningly of her husband’s.
“Let me see if I understand you correctly, Mr. Potter,” she said in a soft voice. “You sound very certain of my son’s affections. Obviously he was the one to ask you for this… commitment?”
Harry’s throat dried. Don’t look away, his mind hissed, but it was already done and suddenly he was staring at the table again. By the time he forced his attention back to the woman sitting across from him, he could see it was too late for cover-ups.
He swallowed. Lots of swallowing this evening. “I asked him.”
“And he agreed.” Narcissa nodded and sat back with a satisfied smile on her lips. “Yes, he has a habit of doing that. Caught up by your considerable… charms. And tell me, Potter, did he set the date right then, or did he wait until after you had concluded your nightly activities?”
Harry’s stomach was turning over inside him now. He had often felt it trying to do so over the past four months, but he’d been able to ignore it until now. The fact of the matter had just never been thrown in his face like this before. And the fact of the matter was that there was no date. He had summoned the courage to speak to Draco about it tonight, actually. But he’d be damned if he told her that.
Narcissa raised her chin just enough to stare down her nose at Harry. “Frankly, Mr. Potter, it matters little whether you are choosing to lie to me or not. You wine and dine him, and you entertain him, and that sort of thing holds his attention. Perhaps he is even a bit more interested than normal. But I need not demand the ring from you; it will be returned to its rightful place soon enough. It always has been.”
Harry looked up sharply and Narcissa’s face became positively knowing. “But perhaps you had no knowledge of Pansy Parkinson. She was a classmate of yours, I believe. Or of the delightful heir of the Saffold-Insbrook estate. The eldest son in a very powerful wizarding line. Yes, my son has his fun, but that ring always comes back home eventually.”
She stood with a slither of black silk and fixed him with a gaze that shattered whatever fight he may have had left.
“I expect you to be out of his life by the next new moon, Mr. Potter. He will have worked the kinks out of his system by then, and be finished with this childish behavior.”
She left with a swish of skirts and nary a word of goodnight. Harry sat at the table in silence for the next twenty minutes, and then made his way down the hall to the bedroom.
When Draco came in around midnight, treading softly as a cat and shedding his clothing with the merest whisper, Harry heard every movement. He stared at the wall, curled on his side, until he felt the bed dip. Draco’s arm slid around his waist and there was a warm pressure against his back. A moment of gentle breathing, then…
“You’re awake.” Draco’s voice was soft, surprised. Harry hesitated, then turned a bit so he could see his lover. The moonlight lit one side of the other man’s face with a silvery glow. Draco’s eyes moved over Harry’s expression in silence, a soft smile on his lips. His breath smelled of raspberry and toffee.
“How was your day?”
“Uneventful,” Harry said. He took a breath. “Yours?”
“Same. New potion went through licensing, finally.” Draco yawned, then blinked twice. “Oh… you said there was something you wanted to talk about tonight?”
Harry opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head. Draco’s smile held faint curiosity. He bent and nuzzled a kiss at the corner of Harry’s mouth, then gave another yawn and curled against Harry’s back. “It’s late anyway,” he murmured.
Harry nodded, stroking Draco’s arm with an absent finger. By the time Draco’s breathing evened out, Harry's hand had stilled over the top of the other man’s, and he could feel the cool metal of the simple silver band Draco wore. Harry blinked at the wall, still very much awake.
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Part 4: That Way of Thinking
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Thanks for reading!
Title: The Fact of the Matter
Author: me
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry gets a very unwelcome visit. (The third in the Marriage arc, after Ways to Say No and What Malfoys Do.)
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. Oh, I wish. Don't we all.
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Part 3:
The Fact of the Matter
Harry stood in his kitchen and stared. It was a nice kitchen. It produced awfully good food. It had old-fashioned glass-paned cabinets with matching dishware from the Netherlands in them. It had a tiny Muggle washer/dryer that actually did get the clothing dry if one flicked one’s wand right when the time ticked down to five minutes and forty-three seconds. It even had a small bar with three expensive oak stools, and a set of copper cooking pots hanging from a rack over the stove. Harry rather liked his kitchen.
Unfortunately, it was not providing him with a single way to escape the person who was presently perched on the end of one of the dining room chairs as if it would irreversibly sully her perfect pure blood.
Harry glanced back at the half-open door and swallowed. She had declined tea. She had declined coffee. She had even declined chocolate truffles, for which Harry was actually grateful, seeing as how there were only four left and Draco would hex him if the raspberry cream and toffee with triple sec got eaten by anyone but himself. But she had declined wine as well, and Harry had barely been able to think of the water he already had boiling on the stove and how he “had better turn it off, please excuse me.”
Harry looked woefully at the very cold pot of not-boiling water and wished he had taken a little more out of Draco’s book about how to deal with members of well-to-do wizarding families when they unexpectedly dropped by one’s Knightsbridge home. He thought Draco’s book would be especially helpful in this case, as the person was a member of Draco’s well-to-do wizarding family.
There was nothing else for it; Harry took a deep breath and re-entered the dining room with a muttered apology. He drew out a chair across the table and sat down, licking his lips.
Narcissa Malfoy stared back coldly across the mahogany, and Harry was struck by how very much Draco resembled his mother. He’d always known that Lucius Malfoy had been the bearer of most of Draco’s singular features, but it was clear that Narcissa had given much to her son in terms of invisible characteristics: bearing, temperance, and that cold edge Harry could still feel on a bad day. The woman’s pale eyes moved slowly from his face down to his hand where it rested on the tabletop, and narrowed. Harry swallowed again.
“I do hope this is your house,” she said in a chilly voice. Harry glanced around, more to keep from looking at her than to confirm the house’s existence.
“I… Well, it’s—”
“Nothing so plebeian will be permitted into my son’s appropriations. You will of course be keeping it after this nonsense is concluded.” She sniffed distastefully and shifted in the chair as if she wished nothing better than to levitate her own body and save herself the shame of touching such a thing.
Harry blinked. “This… nonsense?”
Narcissa curled her lip, smoothing one hand over the delicate cloth of her dress. She touched a finger to her perfectly coifed hair. “Mr. Potter. I have deigned to come here for one purpose, and one purpose only. Your willingness to agree is not important, nor is it necessary. But you will be expected to cooperate.”
“I don’t understand,” Harry said, but he was beginning to fear that he did.
“My son is a young man. Easily given to whims.” Narcissa gave a long-suffering sigh, as if she had been dealing with this situation for years. “But he knows his place and he will not be distracted from it, not even by such an important person as you.”
The contemptuous sneer she turned on Harry made his heart thud. He spread his fingers on the table and tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. “I’m not distracting him.”
A long, pale finger with one ornate ring on it was suddenly pointing at his left hand. “That is a distraction, and it will not be tolerated.”
Harry stared at the single gold band around his ring finger. It was slightly rounded, with the tiny details of a snake winding thinly along the edge closest to his palm. He opened his mouth, but Narcissa’s next words cut through.
“I grow weary of this game my son is playing. That is a family heirloom and you will remove it from your person immediately.”
For the first time Harry’s anger flared. He looked up and met Narcissa’s eyes. “Your son gave it to me very knowingly,” he said, “and I have no intention of giving it back.”
Narcissa’s eyes narrowed. There was a gleam in them that Harry did not like. “You cannot honestly believe that he meant to follow through on that?” she said. Her voice had laughter beneath the surface. Harry’s heart stung.
“Yes,” he muttered. Then, more firmly, “Yes, I believe he did. Does.”
Narcissa clucked her tongue. Her sneer was positively incredulous. “My son never had any intention of doing any such thing. By all that is Slytherin, where do you Gryffindors get your delusions?”
Harry’s stomach twisted familiarly, but he held on to the anger. “Sorry, but I don’t see how you could possibly know what he said. But then again, you were definitely not there that day.” He paused, but it was dying to get out: “Or the night after.”
Narcissa’s eyes went so frosty Harry jumped. She drew herself rigid and for a long instant, Harry regretted letting the last bit out. Narcissa’s expression suddenly reminded him frighteningly of her husband’s.
“Let me see if I understand you correctly, Mr. Potter,” she said in a soft voice. “You sound very certain of my son’s affections. Obviously he was the one to ask you for this… commitment?”
Harry’s throat dried. Don’t look away, his mind hissed, but it was already done and suddenly he was staring at the table again. By the time he forced his attention back to the woman sitting across from him, he could see it was too late for cover-ups.
He swallowed. Lots of swallowing this evening. “I asked him.”
“And he agreed.” Narcissa nodded and sat back with a satisfied smile on her lips. “Yes, he has a habit of doing that. Caught up by your considerable… charms. And tell me, Potter, did he set the date right then, or did he wait until after you had concluded your nightly activities?”
Harry’s stomach was turning over inside him now. He had often felt it trying to do so over the past four months, but he’d been able to ignore it until now. The fact of the matter had just never been thrown in his face like this before. And the fact of the matter was that there was no date. He had summoned the courage to speak to Draco about it tonight, actually. But he’d be damned if he told her that.
Narcissa raised her chin just enough to stare down her nose at Harry. “Frankly, Mr. Potter, it matters little whether you are choosing to lie to me or not. You wine and dine him, and you entertain him, and that sort of thing holds his attention. Perhaps he is even a bit more interested than normal. But I need not demand the ring from you; it will be returned to its rightful place soon enough. It always has been.”
Harry looked up sharply and Narcissa’s face became positively knowing. “But perhaps you had no knowledge of Pansy Parkinson. She was a classmate of yours, I believe. Or of the delightful heir of the Saffold-Insbrook estate. The eldest son in a very powerful wizarding line. Yes, my son has his fun, but that ring always comes back home eventually.”
She stood with a slither of black silk and fixed him with a gaze that shattered whatever fight he may have had left.
“I expect you to be out of his life by the next new moon, Mr. Potter. He will have worked the kinks out of his system by then, and be finished with this childish behavior.”
She left with a swish of skirts and nary a word of goodnight. Harry sat at the table in silence for the next twenty minutes, and then made his way down the hall to the bedroom.
When Draco came in around midnight, treading softly as a cat and shedding his clothing with the merest whisper, Harry heard every movement. He stared at the wall, curled on his side, until he felt the bed dip. Draco’s arm slid around his waist and there was a warm pressure against his back. A moment of gentle breathing, then…
“You’re awake.” Draco’s voice was soft, surprised. Harry hesitated, then turned a bit so he could see his lover. The moonlight lit one side of the other man’s face with a silvery glow. Draco’s eyes moved over Harry’s expression in silence, a soft smile on his lips. His breath smelled of raspberry and toffee.
“How was your day?”
“Uneventful,” Harry said. He took a breath. “Yours?”
“Same. New potion went through licensing, finally.” Draco yawned, then blinked twice. “Oh… you said there was something you wanted to talk about tonight?”
Harry opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head. Draco’s smile held faint curiosity. He bent and nuzzled a kiss at the corner of Harry’s mouth, then gave another yawn and curled against Harry’s back. “It’s late anyway,” he murmured.
Harry nodded, stroking Draco’s arm with an absent finger. By the time Draco’s breathing evened out, Harry's hand had stilled over the top of the other man’s, and he could feel the cool metal of the simple silver band Draco wore. Harry blinked at the wall, still very much awake.
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Part 4: That Way of Thinking
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Date: 2005-07-24 11:33 pm (UTC)From:Poor Harry, although I really do like Narcissa like this.
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:27 am (UTC)From:Thank you so much for taking a break from your break, and for choosing my fic to do it. *hugs* I'm so glad you enjoyed Narcissa. She is really fun to write when she's in a tiff! *didn't know that before*
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Date: 2005-07-25 12:00 am (UTC)From:Woah...I guess it was too much to hope for that it'd be smooth sailing and truthfully, I'm glad that it isn't, even if my heart gets bruised along the way. Never an easy time for these boys and I feel so for Harry, with his insecurities, especially when it comes to Draco and being loved and all that. I love this Harry a lot and I really like Narcissa. I can't wait to see how Draco reacts, if and when he finds out what his mother has done.
Absolutely gorgeous!!! *begs piteously for the next installment*
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:30 am (UTC)From:especially when it comes to Draco and being loved and all that. I love this Harry a lot
Thank you! Oh, poor baby he is so insecure. They both are, actually, so it's rather a fun universe to write in. As always, they just don't seem to want to talk to each other.
Thanks, Callapidder! *loves*
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Date: 2005-07-25 02:05 am (UTC)From:this was WONDERFUL ru. *loves u liek whoa*
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:30 am (UTC)From:Awww! You are so sweet. *hugs* Thanks!
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Date: 2005-07-25 02:53 am (UTC)From:No... *shakes head emphatically*... we'll have no H/D angst here thank you... make them happy again... please?
*g*
Lovely story, dear. Look forward to the next piece!
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:32 am (UTC)From:Sorry, sorry. But you know I love my angst. The angstier the better, actually. But no worries: this universe won't get as bad as some of my others. (The There-in-That-Silence-verse comes to mind as particularly bad)
Thank you for reading it even through the angst. I like putting them through it, and really, how can their relationship work without a little upset? They both thrive on it.
*KISS*
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Date: 2005-07-25 06:58 am (UTC)From:Much as I love the first two installments, this is the one that really gets me. I do so enjoy a bit of angst. :) Oooh, Narcissa, you cruel woman.
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:36 am (UTC)From:Aww, thank you so much! I think this arc took a slightly different turn from what I had originally intended when I first wrote the other two. But I like this route much better. I'm glad you enjoyed it too. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-07-25 08:05 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-07-25 09:38 am (UTC)From:Oh lordy, ME NEITHER. *is very curious* And he will find out, you can bet on it. In true Harry fashion, he will keep it quiet because he won't want to lose Draco, and in true Draco fashion, he will misinterpret and get worried. Thank so much for reading it!
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Date: 2005-07-25 08:50 am (UTC)From:I hope there's another part soon
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:39 am (UTC)From:Ahaha, I love your icon. <3
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:01 am (UTC)From:I want to thank you so much! You have officially become one of my top fic writers. From the second I found you on FictionAlley until now I am intrigued and amazed by your writings. Your characterizations are dead on. I love, in this arc especially, you Draco. You write him so well. I love how observant he is; noticing Harry's awake for instance. And how he knows more is wrong, however is too much Draco to want to bring it up.
There just aren't enough words...::squees insanely::
Thank you so much!!! I can't wait for more!
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:41 am (UTC)From:Awww! Thank you! *glomps* That is such a sweet thing to say. I really appreciate it.
You nailed Draco in this fic. He does notice things about Harry because of how much he cherishes him. I love ya for noticing, because really, it's the only clue I am giving as to how Draco feels for Harry despite Harry's mental freaking out.
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-07-25 09:22 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-07-25 09:42 am (UTC)From:Thanks.
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Date: 2005-07-25 11:00 am (UTC)From:You will be writing another, I hope?
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Date: 2005-07-25 12:09 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much. I love your comments about Narcissa. I've never written her as a main verbal player in a story before, just as a side character, so it's wonderful to know she came across well. *loves*
And I'm not telling how much of her rant is true or not. ^_~
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Date: 2005-07-25 05:44 pm (UTC)From:Otherwise, lovely as uusal. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-07-25 11:06 pm (UTC)From:Was that a spanking I heard offered?
*bats eyelashes*
Thank you for reading! But hey, you know me; I luuuurve giving the boys angst. Can't help it. ^_^
*kiss* Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2005-07-25 08:12 pm (UTC)From:I love Narcissa in this, so delightfully sobbish. She sounds exectly like I would imagine her when dealing with Harry, disdaiful and hateful. And I really like the feeling that there is something more to her visit than meets the eye. After all, if she is so sure that Draco will "come to his senses" then why bother to go? Why waste her oh-so-precious time on trying to pursuade Harry to end it before Draco can? *beams* I love puzzles like this, and I can't wait to see how it ends!
Lovely imagery as always, the rings especially stick beautifully in my mind as well done. Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2005-07-25 11:09 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for reading it, and for your lovely, spot on interpretation of it. I will endeavor to hurry with the next part. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-07-26 12:27 am (UTC)From:Then I would have told him he better buy me another and tell his mother to keep her pointy nose out of our business or I want MY ring back.
This, ahem, may be why I'm still single.
Your Narcissa made me want to strangle something. Thank god the cats are fast around this house :-D.
Kudos to youdos and can't wait for the next one.
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Date: 2005-07-26 11:18 am (UTC)From:*whistles nonchalantly*
Ha! Let's have a Narcissa war! Whose Narcissa can be the slimiest, most aggravating, most impossible to avoid? It will be joyous. Though I think yours wins on sheer ebilness. Mines just the schemer with the mostest.
Thanks for reading, love.
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Date: 2005-07-26 07:11 am (UTC)From:hope the next installment comes soon.
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Date: 2005-07-26 11:19 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-07-28 12:46 am (UTC)From:X-D The perfect line ever!
I love the detail of Draco's breath smelling like raspberry and toffee *g*
Loved the previous two installments too.
Bad Draco! Four months without setting a date? *pout*
and what's the deal with Pansy? Grr...
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Date: 2005-07-30 09:52 am (UTC)From:All shall become clear when Draco discovers why Harry is now acting so odd... and it is definitely when he discovers it, not if. Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2005-07-28 09:38 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-07-30 09:55 am (UTC)From:^___^ Psh. Never! I love the fandom too much. Just been dealing with a stressful work situation, and of course the inevitable task of figuring out how to work new canon into the WIP I had already started. And that shall be making an appearance soon, as will sequels to two other fics...
*loves* Thanks for sticking around.
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Date: 2005-07-29 08:23 am (UTC)From:Re: marriage cycle
Date: 2005-07-30 09:56 am (UTC)From:Your icon is nice! Who drew that?
Re: marriage cycle
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Date: 2005-07-31 10:37 pm (UTC)From:*waits anxiously for next chapter*
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Date: 2005-07-31 11:25 pm (UTC)From:Your review made me grin. It was like reading fic commentary, like a voice over to a cliff-hanger ending of a show! *loves* Thank you. Thanks for reading it, for liking it... ^______^
Heh, as to the next chapter, it may be a bit, but there will definitely be another chapter.
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Date: 2005-08-05 01:57 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-05 04:33 pm (UTC)From:Second, thanks so much for reading! I loved writing Narcissa in this one. It's fun to let her run rampant. And all shall be revealed, no worries. *keeps mum about what is and is not true concerning Draco*
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Date: 2005-08-12 01:19 am (UTC)From:Sorry. Not to demean your fic *shame*
but. They're all magnificent. Usually two points of view makes my tiny brain go "eww" but. You're you.
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Date: 2005-08-13 11:35 am (UTC)From:Again, you are too sweet. Thanks ever so much for this review. I love reading your thoughts on my work; they make my day.
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Date: 2005-08-15 02:44 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-15 03:33 pm (UTC)From:Thanks so much for following this little series. It really is fun to write. ^_^
And I LOVE your icon. Adamasoda's work, right?
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Date: 2005-08-16 04:23 pm (UTC)From:Bravo! what a perfect opening to a heavy chapter. Damn that Narcissia putting dark thoughts in harry's head. Although...the ring that keeps coming home...Draco's going to have to answer some questions there. ;)
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Date: 2005-08-16 07:34 pm (UTC)From:*loves Teh Fru*
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