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birdsofshoreI have such a glorious, gorgeous treat for you! If you haven't read this already, don't resist - give yourself half an hour of pure pleasure while you enjoy this lovely fic.
Title: What the Werbelande Wind Blew In
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khalulu
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Word Count: 4175
Rating: R
Warning(s): none
Summary: A snowstorm blows a pale and pointy person into Harry’s coffee shop, and brings poetry (mostly medieval) into his life. And then there’s the flying cock monster, the penis tree, and the warrior rabbits.
This was just 4175 words of joy. I read it in bed and nearly woke up small people snoozing next to me because of laughing. Proper, shoulder-shaking laughing. And the romance! My heart! I never before knew how much I needed a coffee shop fic where Draco is a mediaeval poetry student and he and Harry banter and snark divinely. And then Harry starts researching, in order to impress Draco, but of course he's completely and utterly obvious about it, and Draco is deliciously smug, and then Harry says... But you'll have to read it to find out exactly what made me hoot with laughter, past midnight, when I really should have been sleeping.
khalulu is such a wonderfully skilled writer, and this story is full of warmth and poetry and romance and intelligence and humour and delicious sauciness. That's not even mentioning the end notes about the Flying Cock Monster. I feel like I ate this fic up with a spoon and licked my lips at the end. The whole thing is so rich, and it's only 4000 words! I only wish there was another 50k of Harry and Draco flirting in coffee shops and then succumbing to the inevitable, overwhelming sexual tention between the two of them that jumps off the screen.
Excerpt: I want to quote the whole darn thing, I mean, REALLY, the whole darn thing, but I also don't want to spoil it for you. So here's just a teeny piece of its loveliness.
A few days later Malfoy returned to the coffee shop, setting books, notebook and pen on a table before coming up to the counter. “I don’t suppose you’ve come to your senses and started offering Darjeeling?”
“No, Malfoy. Why don’t you just go to the Ritz?”
“Are you this rude to all your customers?”
“No, only the ones who’ve been rude to me for their entire lives.”
“You can’t mean me. I didn’t even meet you until I was eleven.”
“You made up for lost time.”
“I was a gifted child.”
Spoiled rotten, more like, Harry thought. “What kind of coffee do you want, Malfoy?”
“Surprise me.”
So Harry made something different. When he brought it over, Malfoy was absorbed in his reading again. There was an inkstain on the side of his nose.
Harry couldn’t help looking at the title of Malfoy’s book. “Sir Gawayn and þe Grene Knyȝt? What’s so fascinating about a green knight?”
“Well, there is magic. Themes like honour, chivalry, temptation, courage. And then, he’s GREEN.”
“Dresses like a Slytherin, so what.”
“Not just his clothes and armour, Potter. His horse is green. His hair is green. His SKIN is green. Overall enker green.”
“What’s enker? Some kind of ink?”
“No, it means bright green, grass green, the-eyes-of-Harry-Potter-are-upon-you green.”
The eyes of Draco Malfoy were upon him, grey and gleaming.
Harry shook himself. “Enjoy your coffee.” But when Malfoy eventually left, the cup was still full.
Please let me know if you try this one! I'd love for it to get all the love it deserves.
Title: What the Werbelande Wind Blew In
Author:
khaluluPairing(s): Harry/Draco
Word Count: 4175
Rating: R
Warning(s): none
Summary: A snowstorm blows a pale and pointy person into Harry’s coffee shop, and brings poetry (mostly medieval) into his life. And then there’s the flying cock monster, the penis tree, and the warrior rabbits.
This was just 4175 words of joy. I read it in bed and nearly woke up small people snoozing next to me because of laughing. Proper, shoulder-shaking laughing. And the romance! My heart! I never before knew how much I needed a coffee shop fic where Draco is a mediaeval poetry student and he and Harry banter and snark divinely. And then Harry starts researching, in order to impress Draco, but of course he's completely and utterly obvious about it, and Draco is deliciously smug, and then Harry says... But you'll have to read it to find out exactly what made me hoot with laughter, past midnight, when I really should have been sleeping.
khalulu is such a wonderfully skilled writer, and this story is full of warmth and poetry and romance and intelligence and humour and delicious sauciness. That's not even mentioning the end notes about the Flying Cock Monster. I feel like I ate this fic up with a spoon and licked my lips at the end. The whole thing is so rich, and it's only 4000 words! I only wish there was another 50k of Harry and Draco flirting in coffee shops and then succumbing to the inevitable, overwhelming sexual tention between the two of them that jumps off the screen.Excerpt: I want to quote the whole darn thing, I mean, REALLY, the whole darn thing, but I also don't want to spoil it for you. So here's just a teeny piece of its loveliness.
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A few days later Malfoy returned to the coffee shop, setting books, notebook and pen on a table before coming up to the counter. “I don’t suppose you’ve come to your senses and started offering Darjeeling?”
“No, Malfoy. Why don’t you just go to the Ritz?”
“Are you this rude to all your customers?”
“No, only the ones who’ve been rude to me for their entire lives.”
“You can’t mean me. I didn’t even meet you until I was eleven.”
“You made up for lost time.”
“I was a gifted child.”
Spoiled rotten, more like, Harry thought. “What kind of coffee do you want, Malfoy?”
“Surprise me.”
So Harry made something different. When he brought it over, Malfoy was absorbed in his reading again. There was an inkstain on the side of his nose.
Harry couldn’t help looking at the title of Malfoy’s book. “Sir Gawayn and þe Grene Knyȝt? What’s so fascinating about a green knight?”
“Well, there is magic. Themes like honour, chivalry, temptation, courage. And then, he’s GREEN.”
“Dresses like a Slytherin, so what.”
“Not just his clothes and armour, Potter. His horse is green. His hair is green. His SKIN is green. Overall enker green.”
“What’s enker? Some kind of ink?”
“No, it means bright green, grass green, the-eyes-of-Harry-Potter-are-upon-you green.”
The eyes of Draco Malfoy were upon him, grey and gleaming.
Harry shook himself. “Enjoy your coffee.” But when Malfoy eventually left, the cup was still full.
Please let me know if you try this one! I'd love for it to get all the love it deserves.
