Stop, drop and flail

By Alekina

I-- I don't know what this is. How-- I-- ? There used to be words, and sentences, and things, and now there's just THIS ART.

It's the hand. Harry's hand, and Draco's wand, and OMG THE TROUSERS, but the HAND, NGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I just-- OH GOD WHYYYY, I USED TO HAVE A LIFE AND NOW THIS.

I was good and resisted posting it here full size so that you can all go to tumblr and worship the artist in person. But really I want to wallpaper my house with it. Or just my retinas. I could have it surgically implanted on my retinas, yes?

It has been quite a while since anything got me right in the feels like this, like I'm just FIZZING with H/D and my entire body is just a ball of SLASHY FANGIRL ECSTASY, and it just won't stop.

Draco's arse. It's some form of Dark magic. But the hand, though. *whimper*

Another super-quick rec

fantasyfiend09 has bowled me over with this delicious little fic in which Draco spies on Harry as he prepares to go skinny dipping... only I'm not entirely sure who surprises who, in the end.

Please go and leave her all the love; it's such a divine slice of 8th year H/D - playful, and suggestive, and hot, and sweet, and SASSY!HARRY. It's stolen my heart. It's tiny - will take you only minutes to read - and oh-so-perfect.  ♥

Untitled, R, Harry/Draco

I'm really behind with my reading! So sorry! And have not even prompted for smooch yet. /o\ I'm writing things and flailing at things and trying to catch up...