Harry cracked the door open a fraction and paused, wand at the ready. He listened carefully but heard nothing. Then he found himself propelled into the room by a firm shove in the small of his back. He stumbled on the rough stone floor before spinning around, on the alert for danger.
“You bastard, Malfoy, you pushed me!”
“The merest accident.” Malfoy remained firmly outside the door. “Besides, I couldn't wait any longer to find out what the room was. What's in there?”
Harry wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but not this. “Some sort of library. Come in, Malfoy, I think it's OK.”
Malfoy put his head round the door and looked around cautiously before stepping inside. “Merlin! All these books!”
Harry squinted at one of the spines. “Post Hogwarts Epilogue Compliant,” he read. “What the hell does that mean?”
Malfoy poked one of the volumes with a finger. “Who knows? There's Quidditch and Time Travel, over here.”
A scrap of paper lying on the floor caught Harry's eye and he bent to examine it. A pretty, dark-haired young woman, dressed all in white, smiled out from the photograph.
Malfoy snorted. “Fluff, Humour and Smut on this shelf. Wouldn't you love to know what's in Smut?”
“I don't think we should touch them.” Harry turned the piece of paper over with his wand. Capitu, Queen of Recs was written on the back in a rounded hand
“Too late.” Malfoy had his nose inside volume 1 of Smut. “This fic is just so hot!” he read in sceptical tones. “God. It works the Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics just right to make the UST drip all over the place.” He looked up, his forehead wrinkling. “It's in some sort of code.”
Harry came to look over his shoulder. “Weird. EWE. NC-17. And- what's that? AU. Does it make any sense to you?”
Malfoy shook his head, then stiffened. “Listen to this. It's 8th year and Harry and Draco are assigned to share a room, just the two of them. What the hell is 8th year? And why are our names in this book? This fic has some of the hottest and loveliest sex scenes I've read, and from then on, they just can't keep their hands off each other.”
He held the book away from himself, looking alarmed. “What is this?”
Harry reached over and turned a page. “If spanking isn't your kink, I encourage you to read it anyway.”
“What the fuck?” Malfoy turned more pages. “Look at this one! I could give you details, but all you need to know is that Draco is Polyjuiced as a girl, and Harry is fucking him for all he's worth,.”
Harry picked another book from the shelf, feeling uncomfortably hot under the collar all of a sudden. “This one's called 'Angst'. If you love stories about one of the boys pining for the other, this story is for you. It starts with Harry and Draco and this beautiful friendship... All of these are about us, Malfoy! In some messed-up kind of situations.”
Malfoy turned around slowly. “There are shelves full of them.” He pulled down a volume marked Bonding!Fics. “Each one carefully written, in the same person's hand.”
“It must have taken forever.” Harry shook his head in amazement. “Who would do something like this?”
“Either someone very dedicated or slightly insane.” Malfoy picked up one book after another.
Harry ran his finger along the shelf. In contrast to the rest of the Hall of Prophecy, this room was clean and dust free. His eyes darted to the floor, on which were the tracks of many pairs of feet. The room had all the signs of being regularly well-used, by many different people, and recently, too.
Malfoy gave an outraged yelp. He read aloud from a book titled Mpreg: Draco. “Written from Draco's POV, you're going to feel you're going through everything along with him, from the moment he realises he is pregnant, not knowing who the father of his child is as he slept with more than one man. This is outrageous, Potter! Which fucker wrote these things about me?”
Harry's mind raced; the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. “I don't get it. I think we should get out of here and talk to Kingsley right away. Someone has to know what this place is.”
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Re: Someone Very Dedicated or Slightly Insane, part 2
Date: 2013-08-17 06:57 pm (UTC)“You bastard, Malfoy, you pushed me!”
“The merest accident.” Malfoy remained firmly outside the door. “Besides, I couldn't wait any longer to find out what the room was. What's in there?”
Harry wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but not this. “Some sort of library. Come in, Malfoy, I think it's OK.”
Malfoy put his head round the door and looked around cautiously before stepping inside. “Merlin! All these books!”
Harry squinted at one of the spines. “Post Hogwarts Epilogue Compliant,” he read. “What the hell does that mean?”
Malfoy poked one of the volumes with a finger. “Who knows? There's Quidditch and Time Travel, over here.”
A scrap of paper lying on the floor caught Harry's eye and he bent to examine it. A pretty, dark-haired young woman, dressed all in white, smiled out from the photograph.
Malfoy snorted. “Fluff, Humour and Smut on this shelf. Wouldn't you love to know what's in Smut?”
“I don't think we should touch them.” Harry turned the piece of paper over with his wand. Capitu, Queen of Recs was written on the back in a rounded hand
“Too late.” Malfoy had his nose inside volume 1 of Smut. “This fic is just so hot!” he read in sceptical tones. “God. It works the Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics just right to make the UST drip all over the place.” He looked up, his forehead wrinkling. “It's in some sort of code.”
Harry came to look over his shoulder. “Weird. EWE. NC-17. And- what's that? AU. Does it make any sense to you?”
Malfoy shook his head, then stiffened. “Listen to this. It's 8th year and Harry and Draco are assigned to share a room, just the two of them. What the hell is 8th year? And why are our names in this book? This fic has some of the hottest and loveliest sex scenes I've read, and from then on, they just can't keep their hands off each other.”
He held the book away from himself, looking alarmed. “What is this?”
Harry reached over and turned a page. “If spanking isn't your kink, I encourage you to read it anyway.”
“What the fuck?” Malfoy turned more pages. “Look at this one! I could give you details, but all you need to know is that Draco is Polyjuiced as a girl, and Harry is fucking him for all he's worth,.”
Harry picked another book from the shelf, feeling uncomfortably hot under the collar all of a sudden. “This one's called 'Angst'. If you love stories about one of the boys pining for the other, this story is for you. It starts with Harry and Draco and this beautiful friendship... All of these are about us, Malfoy! In some messed-up kind of situations.”
Malfoy turned around slowly. “There are shelves full of them.” He pulled down a volume marked Bonding!Fics. “Each one carefully written, in the same person's hand.”
“It must have taken forever.” Harry shook his head in amazement. “Who would do something like this?”
“Either someone very dedicated or slightly insane.” Malfoy picked up one book after another.
Harry ran his finger along the shelf. In contrast to the rest of the Hall of Prophecy, this room was clean and dust free. His eyes darted to the floor, on which were the tracks of many pairs of feet. The room had all the signs of being regularly well-used, by many different people, and recently, too.
Malfoy gave an outraged yelp. He read aloud from a book titled Mpreg: Draco. “Written from Draco's POV, you're going to feel you're going through everything along with him, from the moment he realises he is pregnant, not knowing who the father of his child is as he slept with more than one man. This is outrageous, Potter! Which fucker wrote these things about me?”
Harry's mind raced; the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. “I don't get it. I think we should get out of here and talk to Kingsley right away. Someone has to know what this place is.”