Petulans

A tale of the pure and untouchable love between Professor Lupin, Winky and Mrs. Norris... Or perhaps not. Let’s start again, the Gryffindors are holding a fête to pay for their now senile headmaster’s upkeep at his new home. Draco Malfoy takes a look and is exposed to the monstrous depravities lurking in the minds of Gryffindors, the above pairing and a hideously androgynous ‘bearded lady’ in the form or Rubeus Hagrid, though he’s probably more concerned about that tail of his.

Stemming from a line that popped into my head one evening after an Armchair Chat, describing Draco lying in the snow, dying. A rather dark little piece on role-reversal.

The deciding match in the year’s Quidditch cup is between Gryffindor and Slytherin, of course. All is very much as it ever was at Hogwarts; Harry is crushing as madly as ever and still sublimates it through a nice innocent game of sport, Draco is cheating, manipulative, vastly overconfident and due for his comeuppance, Hermione has her pet charity and is determined to shanghai Harry into helping out and Katie and Angelina… have eloped? A fairly off-the-cuff fic about Quidditch, repressed love and red noses inspired by one of Glockgal’s drawings made for NasAlley.

Written as part of the Armchair Secret Santa fic challenge for the lovely Aja, we share a few important minutes in Harry and Draco’s lives. The boys are forced to go Christmas carolling together and of course, given whom it was originally intended for, it contains a rather protracted snog. A sleigh, jingle bells, carolling lie within, as well as appearances by the giant squid, the slash cows, Bad Place locales and even the Aja herself. I’ve been told it’s alternatively ‘a study in time’, ‘it was always there H/D’ or ‘fluffy bunnies frolicking in a pile of fabric softener sheets’, I leave it to you to decide.