![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ariannagrayYou guyyys.. yesterday my Glompfest fic was posted and it's the most shiniest thing ever. I'm still getting all excited writing about it a day (and two reads) later. The author, wo decided to stay anonymous (why, oh why?) took my prompt and turned it into a fic that's so much more than I ever expected.
Summary: A decade after the war, wizarding Britain has learned how to cleanse its citizens of Dark magic. The process, Taming, erases violence, viciousness, hatred, and according to Draco Malfoy, a person’s soul. In order to save his friends, Draco must prove that Taming might, in fact, be the cruelest magic ever conceived. The only problem is... he needs to convince Harry Potter first.
This fic, set in a dytopian, but not too dark setting, is an amazing example of good intentions gone wrong. It has all I asked for - H/D, plot!, UST, kissing against walls, a little angst, hot sex - and then some. A lot of it. The wonderfully creepy concept of the Taming, lots of raw emotions, that never cross the line to being unbearable, a Neville, who is in a different way, but never less awesome than in canon - I could go on like this for a while.
Go and read it. Seriously. And I'm not saying this because the fic was written for me, but because it was, I'll repeat: GO AND READ IT. NOW. :D You won't be disappointed. And I might have to start a rec-list for dystopian fics...
It comforted Harry in all sorts of ways that he could still make Neville blush. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" Neville murmured. He doused the kitchen lights with a wand swish and steered Harry to the sofa. "If only you invited yourself into my bed with as much gusto as you spouted innuendo and appropriated my wine. The nights would pass much more pleasantly."
"I would remind you," she said, "that being a bitch is well within my rights as a human being. Especially as words are all I've ever used, or ever will use, to hurt anyone."
"Yes. Of course you do," Malfoy said, lips quirking. "Come here," he coaxed, drawing Harry forward by his shirt. "Everything's always such a production with you."
"So you can't love?"
"Chin up. At least nobody can break my heart." He tugged Harry down so that they lay facing each other, mouths inches apart.
"Do you want to love?" Harry whispered.
"Doesn't everyone?"
Intent. Again. "That makes no difference."
"On the contrary. It makes all the difference."
* Oooh, why won't I be allowed to stalk the author. *wails*
Summary: A decade after the war, wizarding Britain has learned how to cleanse its citizens of Dark magic. The process, Taming, erases violence, viciousness, hatred, and according to Draco Malfoy, a person’s soul. In order to save his friends, Draco must prove that Taming might, in fact, be the cruelest magic ever conceived. The only problem is... he needs to convince Harry Potter first.
This fic, set in a dytopian, but not too dark setting, is an amazing example of good intentions gone wrong. It has all I asked for - H/D, plot!, UST, kissing against walls, a little angst, hot sex - and then some. A lot of it. The wonderfully creepy concept of the Taming, lots of raw emotions, that never cross the line to being unbearable, a Neville, who is in a different way, but never less awesome than in canon - I could go on like this for a while.
Go and read it. Seriously. And I'm not saying this because the fic was written for me, but because it was, I'll repeat: GO AND READ IT. NOW. :D You won't be disappointed. And I might have to start a rec-list for dystopian fics...
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
It comforted Harry in all sorts of ways that he could still make Neville blush. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" Neville murmured. He doused the kitchen lights with a wand swish and steered Harry to the sofa. "If only you invited yourself into my bed with as much gusto as you spouted innuendo and appropriated my wine. The nights would pass much more pleasantly."
"I would remind you," she said, "that being a bitch is well within my rights as a human being. Especially as words are all I've ever used, or ever will use, to hurt anyone."
"Yes. Of course you do," Malfoy said, lips quirking. "Come here," he coaxed, drawing Harry forward by his shirt. "Everything's always such a production with you."
"So you can't love?"
"Chin up. At least nobody can break my heart." He tugged Harry down so that they lay facing each other, mouths inches apart.
"Do you want to love?" Harry whispered.
"Doesn't everyone?"
Intent. Again. "That makes no difference."
"On the contrary. It makes all the difference."
* Oooh, why won't I be allowed to stalk the author. *wails*
