closet_bound

So, I just finished DH. I should point out the fact that my thoughts are not yet completely organized - or even kinda organized.

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Hello everyone. I apologize for my rather extended period of absence. There is a story, rather a long one, I'm afraid. I will leave it at this: Never tempt fate by claiming that you have or will have free time. She will make a point of proving you an undeniable imbecile. I thought her quite the bitch when she even went so far as to gift me with a car wreck that destroyed the vast majority of my notes for all of my writing projects. (I will say that those no longer travel with me.)

I have almost pieced together everything that I had planned for the project I left unfinished here, but there are still details I haven't managed to remember - one of which is a rather important motivation for a pivotal character. I do plan to finish said story, but it will likely be a bit more time in coming.

For now, I was hit with a snippit and decided to share, mostly to get my brain moving in the right direction again. At any rate...

Title: 4 AM
Author: closet_bound
Rating: PG
Summery: Conversation - and tea.
Notes: This is set several years post-war. Draco has been living with Ron, Hermione and Harry while he battled for his home and other assets. I'm not sure why, exactly. As I said, this is a random snippit, so not a lot of backstory has been conceived.

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Title: The Qurse
Author: closet_bound
House: Slytherin
Challenge: the letter, Q
Word Count: 100.
Characters/Pairings: Severus, Draco
Author's note: 42, for hp100

"You're quite sure?" Draco quietly queried, pausing in his quest to quickly quadruple the capacity of his quiver.

"Without qualification," Severus confirmed, quibbling with "quack cum queen of the quad" over the quadrupled price of quills and quicksilver.

"The Quibbler questioned this queerly cast curse?" Draco qualified, quick glance confirming quivering quintuplets ending the queue, quaint mother questing for quiet with the promise of a Queenly Quarter Quill for each.

"A question, a query - all to quacks!" Severus ranted. "Quantity, no quality - their quantum of questions. Even those are quieted by quests for quarterly numbers. Quellingly queer quandary, this curse."

Um. Hi.

I had to disappear for a while, but it's looking like I should actually have some time to write in the coming weeks. I do plan to finish The Opposite of Being Right, but I need to go through my notes and remember where it was going. I also need to get my brain working again, so here's a drabble.


Title: Smile
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: Cast

"You will grow accustomed to this," Severus stated, appearing at Draco's side as silently as the vampire he was rumored to be. "Eventually."

Draco returned his attention to the jubilant throng. "I will grow accustomed to what, precisely?" He smiled slightly as Weasley inexpertly twirled Hermione across the floor and fought the urge to make his way to Harry's side, to whisper some biting comment just to see him try not to smile, to have Harry's focus for the first time this whole damned night.

"To being cast aside," Severus answered, following Draco's gaze.

Draco nodded. Harry was already smiling.

Title: Wrong
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Challenge: The End


"The Order is closing in, my Lord."

Draco had sided with the Dark Lord to save his parents,

"Keep them from this place, but bring the boy to me."

to save himself. He had made the right decision.

"Harry Potter."

He had to have made the right decision. There was no conceivable way for a seventeen year old - not even a wizard - to defeat the most powerful wizard alive,

"You will bow to me, child."

to protect Draco from the most powerful wizard alive.

"You're a fool, Tom."

He'd been sure of that.

"Avada Kedavra."

He'd been wrong.

first, let me apologize for the elapsed time since my last chapter. i'm having a bit of difficulty and would love some advice.

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and as a peace offering, a drabble:

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So, I was thinking, not the most unusual occurance. However, it may not have been the best pursuit in my 27th hour without sleep. Nonetheless, I have a few character related thoughts I would like to share relating to Post-Hogwarts fic.

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Fuck you and your untouchable face.
Fuck you for existing in the first place.
And who am I that I should be vying for your touch?
Say who am I? I bet you can’t even tell me that much.
- Ani Difranco



“Malfoy,” Harry greeted, nodding politely, keeping an unconsciously possessive hand on the pregnant Weasley girl’s hip. Draco tried not to notice the laugh lines that had appeared around Harry’s mouth and eyes.

“Potter,” Draco returned, oblivious to the music, the dancing couples all around them. Oh, how he wanted to hate him, but at some point during the war, between all night strategy sessions and long, loneliness induced, conversations, that had become impossible. “I had heard that you married. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Harry beamed. Fuck him. “We’re expecting.” As if it weren’t obvious.

“Let me buy you a celebratory drink,” Draco offered. Pathetic.

“Ginny can’t drink,” Harry told him, apologetically, his hand tightening on her hip.

“Just us,” Draco suggested. “I’m certain Ms. Weasley wouldn’t begrudge us the chance to become reacquainted.”

“Potter,” Harry corrected him, smiling.

“Of course.”


This is the song. I can't believe I actually wrote a songfic. *goes off to drown self*

(sorry. i fixed the link. it really will take you to the song, now.)

Um...yeah, i really should be working on chapter six, but i've been bitten by this drabble bug. i'd never really tried to write them before, and they are loads of fun. anyway, here's an almost drabble. it's a bit of a continuation of Social Suicide.

“You know,” Pansy commented wryly, “the last I heard, you hated him, too.”

“Oh, I do,” Draco assured her, rummaging through his wardrobe. “I detest every fiber of his being, those myopic eyes.” Malfoy turned and grinned cheekily at her. “that mouth - god, that arse -”

“Oh, so we’re listing body parts, now?” Pansy asked, sarcastically. “Tell me, what is your opinion of his elbows?”

“I would gladly inform you,” Draco responded, turning back to his task, “but unfortunately, I have not had the pleasure of viewing them.”

“Yes, well you haven’t seen his arse either,” Pansy pointed out, “but that’s hardly stopping you.”

“True,” Draco admitted, spinning around and triumphantly displaying a robe for her approval. “Pity, that.”