title. Sugar Coated
author. sappholococcus
rating. G
pairing. Draco/Neville
prompt set. 100.1
prompt. #53, Look.
summary. The time that Neville loves Draco most is when he's asleep.
word count. 549 (wow. I actually wrote something under 1000 o.O)
warnings. pure, unadulterated schmoop. Very fluffy, very little plot.
disclaimer. all your wizards are belong to JKR (stolen from artisticentropy :P)
author's note. this is because pinkelephant42 left me and our current Draco/Neville thread is now stalled in a place where Draco is Still Very Unhappy, so I wrote schmoop to make him feel better.

( On to the schmoop! )

sarahtales is made of awesome. I'm going to miss reading her fanfiction :|

But I have to say, she had one hell of a last hurrah. Coda to an Epilogue: Twenty Years Later, Or The Kids Are All Right is absolutely brilliant and actually makes me like the crapilogue of crappiness o.O

It even reaffirms my Draco/Morag OTP (even though they aren't written into it), because Draco being married to a pureblooded, foreign killer? Is so incredibly made of awesome. Go read it: Part One, Two, and Three. :D

OMG. OMIGOD.

pinkelephant42 drew me Blood/Fire (Draco/Morag -- or rather, Morag/Draco, with respect to their nicknames and who tops) smut for my birthday. :DD

SO SHINY. AND YUM. I WANT TO... MAKE THEM DO NAUGHTY THINGS WHICH THEY ARE ALREADY IN THE PROCESS OF DOING.

And the tartan. I cannot get over the tartan, it's brilliant.

Most definitely not work safe. There are handcuffs. And some rather significant body parts showing. Click here for the pretty!

I'm going to just sit here and stare at it for a while. And squee. There is lots of squeeing. :D

REC TIME!

My hp_summergen got posted, and it made me go *__*

Title: Organic Shrapnel
Recipient: willfully (my old journal)
Fic or Art: Fic
Rating: G
Characters: Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy & Dean Thomas
Warnings: Character deaths
Summary: Her hair's not the way it was in the Summer of the War, in the months when Ron would shove Luna clumsily into the maple banister leading to the wine cellar, when the soggy wood would splinter the skin on her back and she'd shut her eyes, knuckles cold against the glass bottles of merlot that Sirius' mother diluted with house-elf blood.

I just... SFJKDFSFDJFGE I don't even know. GO READ IT.