Dramione27

Just for giggles - websites from the show

Tue, 17 Feb 2009 12:47:56 GMT

I'm sure you all knew about;
http://tedmosbyisajerk.com/

But also there's one that Victoria put up;
http://tedmosbyisnotajerk.com/

Also I'm pretty sure most of you would have visited;
www.marshallandlilyselltheirstuff.com which diverts to http://www.charityfolks.com/cfauctions/auction_verticalngo.asp?slrid=76

Then;

http://guyforceshiswifetodressinagarbagebagforthenextthreeyears.com/

Barney's reference from 'Brunch';
www.swingers.openmarriageisnataural\legalizedpolygamy.org is not real

And then recently;
www.barneysvideoresume.com which is pretty self-explanatory

And;
www.mysteriousdrx.com about Ted's mysterious radio persona in college.

Hope you all enjoy.
~ Dramione27.

Who am I screwing at hogwarts?

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:32:13 GMT

WHO ARE YOU SCREWING AT HOGWARTS??
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You scored as Draco Malfoy

If you went to Hogwarts Draco Malfoy would be doing you...not the other way around. He's mean, rich, and dark. But those aren't the only parts parts of him you love. He had you on your back the second he threw you down and had his way with you. And you loved every minute of it. The two of you have fucked just about on every surface of Hogwarts...including that rediculus Harry Potter's bed. Go head girl go head get down.

Draco Malfoy

70%

Fred and George Weasley

65%

Percy Weasley

60%

Ron Weasley

60%

Cedric Diggory

50%

Harry Potter

50%

No one, your a prude

45%

Victor Krum

40%

Update!

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 11:58:58 GMT

Okay, it's high time I gave you all an update of my life...

I am currently working 6 days a week *groans* but very soon I will be starting University...a bachelor degree in Medical Science.

It's a three year course and I am absolutely thrilled.

Re: fanfiction

I am tying up a few loose ends (ie oneshots) so expect to see them soon. I am also beginning a chapter story *shock horror, gasps* which I haven't done since my truly abysmal effort when I was fourteen years old.

Hopefully this will have a much better result.

All in all life is good...great...fantastic. It really couldn't be any better. Unless perhaps I had a different boss. lol.

Re: LJ

I have taken a brand new comm under my wing dhr_challenge it will be great.

But fear not Dramione Rules fans...an update is in the cards and I am still toying with the Dramione Podcast idea.

So that is the, very brief, update of my life right now.

Much love,
(♥) Dramione27.

Me? Sirius Black?

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 12:28:18 GMT

Harry Potter Character Combatibility Test
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You scored as Sirius Black

You are Sirius Black. You are extraverted. You care so much for those you love that you would put your own well-being at risk for them. You love being around people more than spending alone time. Rules and restrictions make you feel as if you're being caged. You're highly concerned with justice and have a strong sense of right and wrong.

Sirius Black

78%

Harry Potter

75%

Albus Dumbledore

72%

Draco Malfoy

66%

Oliver Wood

66%

Severus Snape

63%

Lord Voldemort

63%

Percy Weasley

59%

Hermione Granger

56%

Bellatrix Lestrange

53%

Neville Longbottom

53%

Remus Lupin

50%

Ron Weasley

44%

Luna Lovegood

38%

Young Love

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 11:04:34 GMT

This was my gift to drcjsnider for the Christmas Secret Santa exchange;

Your request: Fluff/Humor any rating
Situations you would like to see: some sort of mishap that Draco and Hermione are involved in
Situations you would not like to see: dark/angsty/non-happy ending weird sex/violent sex/rape, etc.

This is how it turned out. I hope you like it.

Title: Young Love
The Recipent of the Gift: drcjsnider
Word Count: 808 words
Warnings: Unabashed fluff, may rot your teeth. Adult themes. Language.
Rating: PG 13+
Summary: "I will kill peeves!" he exclaimed as he tumbled down the stairs and landed right underneath the enchanted misteltoe.
Pairing(s): Dramione
Notes: Purple monkey dishwasher! I know the mistletoe angle is old but I tried to revamp it a bit.

He was just walking down the stairs minding his own business when something hit him in the leg, he looked up to see a blur whizzing away as he tumbled down, down, down. He rolled and rolled until he reached the bottom of the stairs all sprawled out uncomfortably. “I will kill you Peeves,” he shouted.

It was then that he noticed he wasn’t lying on the ground but rather on something soft and uncomfortable, something that spoke. “Would you mind not yelling in my ear Malfoy?” It was just after he realised he was lying on a human being that he realised it was none other than her royal pain in the arse Hermione Granger, and just after that when he realised that one of his legs was planted firmly between hers and one of her legs was bent at his side leaving him flush against her.

He blushed slightly and made to move before she said “Malfoy, stop,” he looked down into her brown eyes, mere inches from his own, refocussing he put a snarl on his face and glared at her,

“What do you want mudblood?”

“No need to be rude Malfoy,” he scoffed, “I just thought I’d warn you that there is a bit of magical mistletoe floating above us…” he rolled his eyes and interrupted,

“I don’t expect you to understand this mudblood…”he made to get up but as soon as he moved an inch from her he was pushed rather violently back leaving him closer than before. Not only that, but the force with which he had landed on her had pushed her skirt a little higher on her thigh, exposing some very pale flesh. He wet his suddenly dry lips.

“As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted,” she stuck out her lip and blew a curl from her face in annoyance, “Peeves probably put it there so it’s bound to be rather nasty.” She blew at the escaped hair again but only succeeded in getting it caught to her lip,

“Here,” he offered pushing the hair back from her face; he tried to pull his hands back but couldn’t, “bloody hell,” he shook his head, “could this get any worse?”

“We could be in a more populated area of the school.”

“I suppose so, you’re a glass-half-full kind of girl aren’t you Granger?” she sighed deeply and fidgeted slightly, “Hey, stop moving around down there,” she huffed and looked at him in annoyance,

“You’re no faerie Malfoy, You’re kind of heavy.” She tried to turn her head but couldn’t, “Plus, most of your weight is on my pelvis.”

“Sorry,” he muttered absently

“Well I suppose there’s only one way to finish this,” she shrugged her shoulders slightly, “Once we kiss the spell should be broken and we can go kill Peeves.” He nodded his head and leant in towards her, hovering for a moment as his vision moved from her eyes to her mouth. He pecked her lips but as he tried to pull away he was only forced closer,

“Fuck!” he exclaimed though it was slightly muffled by her lips,

“This is awkward,” she agreed, “Maybe there’s some kind of timer on this, but this is seriously too advanced for Peeves,” he barely heard her sentiment however as his eyes were now open and staring frantically into hers. She grinned slightly at his expression. “Chill Malfoy,” she put her hand on his arm soothingly and it too got stuck, “No one’s around, it’ll be fine, we’ll just wait it out.” But as time passed and nothing happened she moved the hand on his arm slightly and brought it up to his shoulder then looked back into his eyes. But now it was like they were looking through fog or a smokescreen, their sight was blurred and hazed with potential lust, their thoughts became light and muggy until they continued kissing.

No one had any idea who had instigated it but suddenly her hands were in his hair and his hands were on her shoulders pushing off the heavy robe and they had deepened the kiss.

He pulled his hands from her shoulders and slipped one around her back, between her shirt and her robe pulling her form tightly to his, and the other up her thigh to deal with the flimsy little skirt. She pulled one hand from his hair and fisted his shirt pulling it up until she could feel skin on skin then moaned into his mouth.

If they had been paying any attention they would have heard a triumphant “Woo hoo,” from around the corner as Dumbledore literally jumped for joy, “You’ve outdone yourself Peeves, you get to stay another year.”

“Pleasure doing business with you headmaster.” Dumbledore now looked over at the teenagers rolling around on the floor,

“Ahh, young love,” and he skipped away merrily.

~ Dramione27.

Writer's Block: All By Myself

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 04:04:11 GMT

How do you keep yourself entertained?

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I sing, listen to music, check my email, blog, write and read fanfiction, read, organise, withdraw money and blow it on clothes, hang out with Zoubia, chat with Sarah and Cedric, hang with my sister, obsess and write songs.

That answer your question?

lol

~ dramione27.

New Years gift

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 00:47:12 GMT

A new years fic for my readers. Will post on dramione soon.

New Years.

She doesn’t like the fireworks. She’s all for celebrating New Years and a new beginning but she really hates the fireworks. Flashes of light and bangs and whistles.

The memories were too raw.

A muggle movie once said ‘War is hell but peace is fucking boring’. The writer had obviously never been in a war, never experienced it because war is far worse than hell and peace is far more interesting.

War becomes like a blur eventually. Everything kind of runs together and you don’t know who you’re fighting only that you’re killing.

You pray to whatever force above that you never have to meet their mothers.

It was chaos. Chaos, pure and simple.

Shouting and crying and running.

Jets of blinding colourful light flying everywhere, shooting and striking their marks all around her.

She made her way through the battlefield on numb feet, the harsh muttering of her words becoming a completely reprehensible mantra. “Avada Kedavra,” she would say pointing her wand uselessly at every flash of silver mask she saw, “Avada Kedavra” she would mutter again. She walked through the battlefield easily blocking the curses directed her way and the ones she’d accidentally walked into. Onwards ever marching she watched foes and comrades fall at her feet all around her until she came to a halt at a shock of white-blond hair underneath yet another nameless face, a perished soul.

She hastily kicked the corpse aside to view the blond beneath, she saw pale eyelashes flicker and a wrist snap out and grab her by the ankle, she tried to kick it off but only managed to trip herself up and land sprawled on the ground; which is just as well because a Death Eater had taken, a quite accurate, aim at her head. Her head snapped around to see Malfoy, she went to say something but he placed a hand over her mouth and pulled her closer to the ground. What are you doing? She tried to ask, all to no avail. She lay next to him as he slowly pulled the corpse back over them.

“What are you doing?”

“Living.” He said simply. He had slipped into survival mode, he’d quickly realised that people didn’t try to kill dead people. She remained silent for a while under the body, deathly still, itching to stand up and fight for her friends but knowing equally that this was the far safer option.

It had been New Years.

“You made a coward out of me!” she screamed at him as he tried to follow her down the street.

“A coward? So that’s what I am, I survived unlike your precious friends and now I’m the coward?”

“They died hero’s deaths!”

“And I didn’t die! I just crawled back from the economic comatose that was the war, I dragged myself from the ashes and made something of this post-war world…and who are you to tell me I’m less brave than them?”

“You’re a coward! Like father like son! How did your father die again? Oh yes, he knew they were after him so he killed himself.”

“We do not speak ill of the perished,” he looked back into her eyes fiercely, “And as for my father’s suicide? I wouldn’t call that cowardice but rather intelligence, the Death Eaters were coming and what they would have done was much worse.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, they would have made an example of him, used him to teach the others not to defect in some kind of Boudiccian spectacle…don’t you dare call my father a coward in what was the most intelligent moment of his entire life!” he was screaming at her, they faced each other in the middle of the street as women fussed about getting their children safely away from the shouting and old men watched on in curiosity.

“He mustn’t have been very bright then? Falling for the crap Voldemort was dishing out,”

“So you would call Severus Snape stupid? You didn’t have to be stupid to fall for the idea of a totalitarian world. To be seduced by the idea of no longer having to hide from muggles, who, might I remind you, were seen as a lower form of life.”

She weeps as she looks down now at the headstone. What a waste it had been. He had been the perfect opportunity, to live, to love and she had wasted it.

“You know Granger you don’t have to sit around and mourn for the rest of your life,”

“You wouldn’t even know Malfoy.” He looked down at her morosely before he sat next to her on the sofa.

“I won’t pretend to understand Granger but I know that this isn’t healthy,” he looked over at her.

“I don’t care.”

“I do,” he put his arm around her shoulders. She looked up at him through tear glazed eyes and cuddled closer. He sat there in silence until she was asleep.

She collapses to her knees as she thinks of that day, tears streaming freely down her face.

She ran to the window once she woke up and noticed he was gone, looked out and saw him on the footpath walking away from her apartment. As she ran out the front door and called his name a sound like thunder stopped her in her tracks as he flew from the footpath to be replaced by a cloud of smoke and bright colours and bangs and the black, charred remains of a car.

So she sits here on his grave, thinking of that night and hating the flashes and bangs overhead and wishing she had bee brave enough to just take that chance.

Because everything comes down to one decision, one fork in the road, one chance.

Much love,
(♥) Dramione27.

Happy New Years

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 13:33:27 GMT

Happy New Years my fellow dramione addicts.

~ Dramione27.

Merry Christmas

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 12:51:51 GMT

Merry Christmas to all! (At least for the next fifteen minutes)

'Tis the season for peace, love, joy and togetherness...

And most importantly for Dramione.

I mean hello! Red and green? how can it not be referring to the ever important Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry?

Let's just remember to make time (or even a shrine) for the best ship in the HP fandom universe.

~ Dramione27.

Fishpond.com

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:44:45 GMT

I love Imogen Heap.

Unfortunatley I live in Australia...a country which is virtually untouched by her music.

Even the areas that are touched aren't fully touched...I have looked high and low for more than twenty-four months for any retailer who would sell me the Imogen Heap Cd's (and yes I had already downloaded all the tracks but it simply isn't the same).

I digress.

I finally found my salvation (and the cure to my mild obsession with Imogen Heap) in Fishpond.com.

It is an online shop for music, movies and books in Australia and New Zealand.

I now have the two Imogen Heap Cd's on their way.

I'll update when I receive them.

(♥) Dramione27.

-- Sine Macula

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 02:06:51 GMT

Meme from Kerri's journal.

1. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with?
No, I don't know any of them.

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
N/A

3. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
I sleep alone in a Queen double...so all over the place

4. Pork, beef, or chicken?
Chicken

5. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke?
No, I have a very strong stomach, haven't thrown up in like seven years.

6. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?
Sort of. I was being auctioned off for the formal fund at school and I took off my jacket and waved it around to get more bids.

7. Shower or bath?
Shower...i don't really like the idea of soaking in your own filth...but if I feel like a bath I'll have a showetr first.

8. Do you pee in the shower?
No

9. Mexican or Chinese?
Chinese.

10. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?
No idea...you're talking to an innocent. Screw aggressive and passive...I'm a dramione shipper I just want a Draco Malfoy. *winks*

11. Do you love someone on your friends list?
No

12. Do you know all the people on your friends list?
Nope.

13. Love or money?
Love. I'm a hopeless romantic.

14. Credit cards or cash?
Cash

15. Has there ever been anyone in your family you wish wasn't?
No

16. Would you rather go camping or to a 5 star hotel?
Five star hotel or camping...depends what I feel like.

17. What is the weirdest place you have had sex?
Hmm...never have...wouldn't know

18. Would you shave your entire body (including your head) for money?
Nope

19. Have you ever been to a strip club?
No

20. Ever been to a bar?
No...but I am legal and all.

21. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?
That would be hard having never been to one

22. Ever been so drunk you had to be carried out of somewhere?
Never been drunk period

23. Kissed someone of the same sex?
yes

24. Favorite drink?
orange crush...it's a homebrand orange soft drink...this one not Fanta.

25. Had sex in a movie theater?
No

26. Had sex in a bathroom?
No

27. Have you ever had sex at work?
No

28. Have you ever been in an "adult" store?
No

29. Bought something from an adult store?
No

30. Have you been caught having sex?
No

31. Does anyone have naughty pics of you?
No

32. Have you ever had sex with someone and called them the wrong name?
No.

33. Who do you think has the guts to repost this?
I would care why?

Did you need to know any of that? Probably not. Why did I tell you? Because this is the internet and I can do anything.

:P

(♥) Dramione27

New Desktop

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 21:20:25 GMT

Here is my latest desktop for your viewing pleasure.

I like to make desktops. If you like any of them feel free to use them.

This one has a quote from 'Happy Ending' by Mika.

"This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending. No hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending.
This is the way that we love, like it's forever. Then live the rest of our lives, but not together."

I think it's the perfect quote.

(♥) Dramione27

Scorpius

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:34:24 GMT

What if Draco doesn't hate his life with his pureblooded wife and son, what if he would wish for nothing more. Oneshot. DMOC. NOT A DRAMIONE. A small moment in time for the small Malfoy family. Picks up about eleven years before the epilogue as the small Malfoy family welcomes the new addition.

Scorpius.

He pulled the covers away and peeled his wife’s arm from its tight grip on his chest. Slowly, stealthily he made his way to the nursery. He spent many nights doing this, when he couldn’t sleep, just watching his child.

This was how he’d come to decide that infants didn’t breath nearly loud enough. He had gone into a panic several times simply because he couldn’t hear the breathing, because he couldn’t see any rise and fall of the baby’s chest. Now he looked down at his little son and felt prouder than he had ever felt, of himself, of his little boy.

He watched as his son moved his tiny arm in his sleep. A tiny arm complete with tiny fingers and tiny fingernails. He was like a complete human…except tiny. Tiny and vulnerable.

He let out a large breath and his son stirred in the crib beneath him and his eyelids slowly drifted open. A moment of hesitation before he prepared to let out an ear-splitting wail. Draco Malfoy lifted his son instinctively and sat in the rocking chair in the corner. He rocked slowly with his miniature human being in his arms.

Far from being awkward with the boy (as you might expect) he was coddling the child shamelessly. He looked down into his sons eyes. “I love you Scorpius,” he whispered. “I promise I will be the best father I can.” He stood his son up on his knees, “If I ever become like my father I will have your mother curse me,” he chuckled lightly and looked back at his son in his little sleep suit all innocent and untainted and felt like he would never let the boy out of the house.

‘The biggest time wasters’ his mother had called children, not in a cruel way, simply because you could look at them for hours and lose all track of time and all focus on anything else. This was Draco Malfoy’s predicament.

He was torn between the desire to spend every waking minute with his small family and to play the ‘Malfoy’ and handle the finances.

Before he knew it his wife was smiling down at him, “I rolled over and you weren’t there,” her bottom lip jutted out in a petulant manner, Draco smiled back at his wife. He would always love this woman, giving him this beautiful child, carrying it for nine months, taking his name, wearing his ring. He looked back down at his son as his wife wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his head in a chaste motion repeated fifty times a week, the kind of repetition that never got old.

She rested her head on one of his shoulders with her lips against his neck, “This is the third night in a row I’ve caught you doing this Draco,”
“I can’t help it, he’s so beautiful.”
“He has your eyes you know?” he knew, she kissed his neck, “Your beautiful grey eyes and your beautiful blond hair,”
“And he has your nose,” he turned his head slightly and kissed the aforementioned nose. “I could just look at him forever,” she kissed his neck again,
“But then who would keep me company in bed?” she asked, he looked sideways at her with his smirk as he stood gently and placed the, now sleeping, infant in it’s crib before following his wife to their bedroom.

This was not written to be a dramione. This is a DMOC, the OC of course referring to the pureblood witch he marries after Deathly Hallows.

I felt too many people were writing about how Draco hated his life PostDH with his pureblooded wife, this story came to me.

Hope you enjoyed it all the same.

(♥) Dramione27

My marks

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 22:36:13 GMT

To all my Australian readers (all two of you),

I thought I'd let you know my HSC is finally complete.

I'm rather proud of my Physics mark - 71%
For the course that's long been considered one of the hardest.

Disappointed however by my Biology mark - 73%
It was long considered my best subject, but I guess that's the best I can expect from a test I had only one night to really study for.

Overall I'm not disappointed by my marks but maintain that the UAI is brutal.

(♥) Dramione27.

We're not so different, you and I

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 23:03:14 GMT

She looked outraged, "I hope you drown" she exclaimed, he looked confused for a second until she pushed him and he lost his footing on the mud and fell backwards, arms flailing, into the lake. What happens when two enemies engage in a fatal game of chicken? DMHG. Oneshot. Language.

We're not so different, you and I.

"You dirty mudblood slut!" That was it, he was the final straw, she was pissed,

"I hope you drown!" she replied angrily, he looked confused for a second until she pushed him and he lost his footing on the mud and fell backwards into the lake, he flailed around a bit on the surface screaming profanities before he went underneath. She smirked at it, but as the hands of the clock moved her smirk changed into a deep frown. "Fuck!" she muttered as she stripped off her heavy cloak and robes and dived in after him. The water was like ice and she drew sharp breaths before breaking the surface again in a duck-dive. She couldn't see two feet in front of her but somehow she managed to find him, her hand felt through the seaweed and landed on something solid, very solid. She wrapped her hand around it and pulled, it turned out to be Malfoy’s foot. Her throat burned with the need for air as she pulled him up and just before she broke the surface once more her mouth opened irrepressibly and she drew a huge breath of water. She pushed him up as she kicked and flailed to the surface, once she reached it she spluttered and drew deep breaths. Once she had recovered slightly she dragged him over to the bank with his collar. As soon as he was on solid ground she bent double and vomited dirty murky water, she coughed and spluttered some more before turning around to tend to her enemy.

There was a pulse but he wasn't breathing. No sign of any obstructions in his airway. She decided if he didn't get some air in his lungs soon he'd end up with brain damage so she tilted his head back, pinched his nose and flinched as her mouth met his and she exhaled. She repeated five times and checked for signs of breathing again, no such luck. "Don't you dare die you bastard!" she screeched hoarsely as she slapped his face. "Trust the one person I decide to try to drown to not know how to swim!" she ranted, "How did I know you would die just to send me to prison, Malfoy?" she rolled him into the recovery position and check his airways again, scraping his throat he suddenly vomited a stream of brown water before coughing and spluttering like she had previously. He took a few moments to recover and was disoriented for a bit but as soon as he had he sat up straight,

"You bitch! You tried to kill me!"

"Tried being the operative word! You're so stupid Malfoy you don't even know how to die right!" he bared his teeth at her,

"You pulled me out of the water and you're blaming me! I don't believe this!"

"Well after I decided to kill you I thought about Azkaban and having my wand broken and decided that would be what you wanted…then I'd be nothing but a muggle."

"You are nothing but a muggle."

"You're wrong Malfoy," she grabbed her wand viciously and levitated him seven feet into the air upside down. She smiled and looked up at him. "Who knew your face could be any colour but white you albino freak?" she was finally happy as she levitated him up and down nearly touching the ground, “Any more wisecracks, ferret?”

"I can see down your shirt Mudblood” she looked outraged as she dropped him quickly. "Oww, you dropped me you mudblood whore!"

"Damn straight I dropped you! You were being a prick."

"You dropped me from twenty fucking feet in the air!"

"Stop being a baby, asshole. It was more like two,"

"Seven!"

"Whatever." She paused for a moment and suddenly realised how cold she was, she started shivering but soon dropped to her knees and pulled her warm robes and cloak onto her body.

"You almost killed me bitch!" she glared at him,

"You ingrate. I saved your life! I almost died saving your life."

"Which wouldn't have happened if you didn't try to drown me."

"Which wouldn't have happened if you weren't being a prick."

"Which wouldn't have happened if you weren't a mudblood." she looked outraged once more but managed to calm herself down.

"Look Malfoy, I'm sorry for almost killing you."

"Sorry for almost killing me or sorry for almost loosing your wand and going to Azkaban?" she looked ashamed at herself. "Let's not kid ourselves; we both know that if we had the slightest chance of getting away with it we would kill each other without a moment's hesitation." She nodded however reluctantly.

"Face it Granger, we're not so different you and I," she nodded her head again as tears trailed down to the tip of her nose.

He felt victorious. He'd cracked her again. He started laughing, she would do anything to shut him up...anything. As quickly as she'd pushed him in the water she pushed her mouth over his and as quickly as he'd jumped to insult her at all costs he deepened the kiss. So now they were two foes engaged in a fatal game of chicken, the first to give in would be the loser, the victor would win eternal bragging rights.

Little did he know how bad her day had been and how eager she was to have this one victory...he had no idea how far she'd go.

Little did she know that Malfoy was too proud to spend the rest of the year being called frigid...she had no idea how far he'd go.

But go they did, all the way, home run, exchanging body heat like two kids in the passenger seat of her dad's car. And when they were done they both wore identical expressions of smugness, and when they were back in their respective dormitories they broke into identical fits of anger, rage and self-loathing and kicked and screamed and were unable to be consoled. And the next day they would identically act as if nothing had ever happened. They would spend the rest of their lives identically suppressing that identical memory.

And all she could think of while she was repulsively pulling off his clothing there were his words "You know we're not so different you and I".

(♥) Dramione27.

-- Sine macula

Re: A graphical representation of Fanfiction.net pairings

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 12:13:54 GMT

This is evidence that the outside world has noticed and decided to cash in on our dramione obsession.

It's an advertisement for an internet 3D chat site aimed directly at dramione shippers. The ad coincidentally features a brown, curly haired girl with a red and gold accented uniform (in a library!) standing with a silver haired boy in a green and silver accented uniform.

it was found on a completely non-fanfiction-related site.

That's so dramione it makes me laugh.

(♥) Dramione27

-- Sine macula

Writer's Block: Not Enough Coverage

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 00:33:15 GMT

What isn't written about enough in today's world?

View 127 Answers

I think the subject 'public education' (and it's a big one because there are millions of public schools world-wide) is grossly underrepresented. Also the views of the average student (School, Uni, College etc.).

Also I think that news and media is too filled with stupid pop stories.

I'll be home soon

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 23:10:05 GMT

"I did it...I killed Harry Potter" she gasped at her sudden realisation, "No you didn't," he looked over to her, "You're Hermione freaking Granger." Oneshot. The savior of the wizarding world is dead. Someone must be held accountable. FredHermione. Unexpected ending

I'll be home soon.

"I don't remember a thing," she muttered harshly, "I've told you so many times. How long will I have to repeat myself?"
"Please Miss Granger, we need to know and you were the only person who could have witnessed," the young woman replied,
"But I didn't! I told you, I didn't witness a thing! I was unconscious when you found me; whoever it was must have used a stupefying spell."
"But Miss Granger-"
"No! I don't want to hear it. I don't remember, I won't remember, he's dead, no matter what I saw it won't bring him back."
"Miss Granger," an authorial voice spoke from the corner, the angry brunette quickly quietened. "The hero of the wizarding world is dead; somebody needs to be held accountable." She started to protest but he silenced her with a look, "Miss Granger if you won't do this for the wizarding world then do it for Harry, do it for your friend." She shook her head violently and looked away clearly hiding the saline drops from her superior. "It's only five minutes every day, we just ask a few questions Miss Granger, don't you owe him at least that?" she looked back at the Minister for Magic with angry eyes,
"You have no right," she pushed through gritted teeth. He ignored this statement and slung his travelling cloak over his arm,
"I'll see you again tomorrow Miss Granger," it wasn't a question, it was an order. She nodded her head at him as he and the new Head Auror left her apartment.

"I stood on the tower with him, it's very blurry," The young Head Auror nodded and jotted down some notes. "We were talking, the war was just finished and Voldemort was dead and…we were talking about something, I can't remember what but he looked rather sombre." She nodded again, "He started shouting about something, then" The Auror started writing quicker almost excitedly "then it goes black." She looked up at Hermione in concern.
"Are you positive there is nothing else you can remember?" Hermione nodded, "Maybe what Mr Potter was shouting about?" she shook her head. The young woman looked down at her notes then nodded and packed away her belongings, the older man crossed the room and gave Hermione a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder,
"Thankyou for your cooperation Miss Granger," Hermione nodded.

"Miss Granger we've decided to do something different today, to try to stimulate your memory about the night in question."
"What?" she feared the answer,
"We're going to take you to the tower," she shook her head and grabbed the arms of the chair with white knuckles.
"I-I'm not ready, I don't want to go there."
"Please Miss Granger, don't you want to find out who did this?" she looked slightly torn, the Head order decided to seal the deal. "You can bring someone, anyone you want…for moral support." Hermione suddenly looked at the young woman angrily,
"Who? Who the hell would I take?"
"Anyone you trust Miss Granger, anyone."

"Thankyou for meeting us here Mr Malfoy,"
"Do you have any idea why she asked for me?" The Head Auror shook her head, "Of all people, Why me?"
"I'm not sure she trusts anyone else Mr Malfoy," he looked confused at this but followed her nonetheless. They walked up a large spiralling staircase to the top of a tower, there the Minister for magic and Hermione Granger stood in thick woollen cloaks to protect themselves from the freezing wind.
"Malfoy," Hermione acknowledged him,
"Granger," he nodded in return. He walked over to stand next to her like any 'moral support person' should do. "Why me Granger?"
"You know why."
"No I really don't." She turned away obviously not going to answer. She faced the head Auror. “He was standing there,” she was already crying as she pointed to a spot on the other side of the tower, she moved to a spot opposite the first, "And I was standing here."

"What do you mean Hermione?"
"I mean I was in love with him."
"No Hermione, that's impossible,"
"I assure you it is not. I loved him Harry and you killed him! It's all your fault that he's dead." Harry took a sharp intake of breath,
"Don't do this Hermione, stop saying these things."
"No Harry, it's all your fault."
"Why? What did I do?"
"You led him into that battle!" she screamed, "You knew it was bad information, you led him into that trap. You killed all of them and I'm not just going to shut up about it!"
"You traitor, how dare you Hermione?"
"I'm not going to say I'm sorry Harry, because I'm not. I'm going to tell everyone."
"And you think they'll believe you?"
"I-I"
"See sense Hermione, I couldn't have done anything." he was screaming at her now, trying so hard to keep his containment but failing so blatantly. "The Wizengamot will not sentence me."

She gasped lightly as she opened her eyes, Draco Malfoy looked down at her,
"What?"
"I remember what we were talking about."
"What?"
"We were having an argument…about the death of Fred Weasley." He looked down at her alarmed,
"Why?"
"Because Harry Potter sent him into a trap…knowingly." Draco looked down at her very hard, the minister was shocked and the Head Auror's hand flinched instinctively to her wand. "I was in love with him…Harry was the reason he's dead."
"No he wasn't."
"Harry led them into battle on bad information." They all continued silently looking at her.

"Well then someone else will have to make you pay for what you did." She paused, "I'll tell the Newspaper's and all the magazines,"
"And no one will believe it."
"Someone has to be held accountable!" She screamed, he examined her for a moment before drawing his wand, she was too quick and already had hers drawn. "No Harry!" tears escaped her eyes and ran down her face, red and chaffed with cold. "You have no idea how much I have hated you in these last months, you point your wand at me and it just may be the thing that pushes me over that edge."
"Now Hermione," he gently placed his wand on the floor, "Don't do anything rash," he spoke in a calm manner.
"Don't patronize me!" She shrieked as she held her wand steady and pointed at her best friend.
"What are you going to do Hermione?"
"I don't know." He looked hopeful for a moment, "Just shut-up!" she shouted. He looked at her penetratingly,
"You won't kill me Hermione; you don't have it in you,"
"Don't pretend to know me Harry! You don't know me anymore, Fred knew me…you can't even claim to know me!"
"But Hermione! Fred wouldn't want you to do this!"
"And your final excuse is the man that you killed…the very reason you're here."
He looked at her shocked one final time before she said the last words he would ever hear, the killing curse.

"I-I killed Harry Potter." Again everyone looked at her…this time quite startled. Draco Malfoy was the first to respond,
“No you didn’t,”
“Yes, yes I did,” she looked around her surroundings again, “It’s so clear now. I killed him on this tower with my wand and then…I must’ve suppressed the memory.”
“But you’re Hermione freaking Granger, you can’t have killed him.” Next the Minister spoke up,
“Why?”

She was watching through a small crack in the door, “How do I know what you’re telling me is true?” Harry asked the cloaked masked stranger,
“I guess you’ll just have to go and find out.” Harry examined the parchment in his hands before handing it back to the stranger,
“I’m sorry, it’s too risky,”
“It would be unwise not to take advantage of this opportunity,” Harry looked desperately towards the parchment then back at the door, “One of it’s kind may not present itself again,” with an apologetic look towards the crack in the door as if he knew she was cowering beyond he turned back around and took the parchment,
“I’ll have somebody check it out.”

“Miss Granger?” she was shook from her reverie by the voice of the Minister for Magic, exhausted, frustrated and impatient…with a hint of desperation. “Why did you kill him?”

“Be careful?”
“I’m always careful,” she laughed at this, “What?”
“In the years I’ve known you Fred, you have been anything but careful,” he laughed too until she gave him a rather deep look, "Please, make sure you come home?”
“If it’s my time, it’s my time.” He pulled his dragon-hide jacket on and hugged her tightly,
“That wasn’t exactly comforting,” he pulled away from her,
“It wasn’t meant to be,” he gently planted a kiss on her lips before tenderly caressing her stomach, lingering a moment he muttered those words she’d come to adore, “I’ll be home soon,” he turned and walked out the door,
“I love you,” she called after him; he turned and smiled broadly before trotting down the path through the snow. And that was the last time she’d ever see him.

“Please Miss Granger,” the minister pleaded, “I need a reason, I need to know why the hero of the wizarding world is dead!” she shook her head and turned away as tears silently drifted down her face.

“Fred’s dead Hermione…Mum took it really hard, the whole family’s here.” Ginny cried from the other end of the floo,
“What do you mean dead?”
“He died on a mission,” Hermione started crying,
“I’m sorry Ginny, I have to go,”
“I could really use your help here,”
“I have to go,” and without further ado she closed the floo gate and collapsed to the floor in tears.

“Granger?” she shooed him aside still silently crying.

“Where are you going?” she asked as they left the room, she suddenly felt very empty and extremely alone. A single healer returned to the room with a wheelchair.
“You have to come with me now,” she looked concerned at the older man, “Your daughter is dying Miss Granger,” she nodded silently before quickly wrapping herself in a gown and settling in the chair. The man took her to a different ward and stopped in front of a small baby capsule, the kind most hospitals have. There was her daughter, medicine had given up on her, magic forsaken her…she was all that she was and she was dying,
“There’s nothing you can do?” she asked looking down at the tiny child.
“I’m afraid not Miss Granger, we’ve done all we can,”
“How long do you think?” her answer sounded choked,
“Hours, only a few hours.” They left then, left mother and child to bond…to do whatever it is that mothers do with a dying child. Make peace, apologise, say goodbye to the last remnants of your old life and the man you loved. And as Hermione felt her child dying next to her she reached out her hand to stroke that beautiful face and looked deep into those brown eyes. The last time she would see those eyes.

“Granger,” someone had hold of her arms and was shaking her like a doll. “Granger, wake up damn it!” She looked around again dazedly until her eyes fell onto another pair, a trenchant grey.
“I killed him didn’t I?” she muttered softly before breaking down into a miserable heap on the ground. “I didn’t want to; I only wanted him to pay for what he did.”
“Why?”
“He killed the love of my life; he killed my child, the last bit of Fred left on this Earth, I’m sad for how it ended but I’m not sorry. I hated him.” The Head Auror had raised her wand and pointed it at Hermione; she held her hand out however and motioned to stand. She stood next to Harry’s memorial plaque and spat on it before the Head Auror took her into custody. Draco Malfoy followed her closely down the stairs and through the apparition and down corridors in the ministry until they got to the interrogation room when he sat himself beside her.
“You’re dismissed Mr Malfoy,”
“I’m Miss Granger’s legal representation; she will be pleading not guilty due to temporary insanity.” And as she looked around the room she saw a light, she looked at Draco Malfoy and realised that light was her final hope, everything she had left in the world now relied on this man and his competence as a lawyer.
“Thankyou,” she muttered half-heartedly before resting her head on the table and falling into an overdue slumber.

In any case at least Draco Malfoy now knew why she’d asked for him.

(♥) Dramione27

-- Sine macula

Writer's Block: Tasty Thanksgiving Treat

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 02:08:19 GMT

What's your favorite Thanksgiving dish?

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Well Australians don't celebrate Thanksgiving.

We're not weird. :P

Introducing my new desktop.

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 01:19:43 GMT

Hey all,

Introducing my new desktop. Credit to all the excellent manip-ulators out there whom I have borrowed pictures from.

The quote is;

As a garment clotted with blood, and stained, will not be clean; neither shalt thou be clean, because, thou hast destroyed my land and slain my people; thou shalt not remain for ever, most wicked seed. Prepare thy sons for death on account of the sins of thy father, lest they rise again and inherit the earth, and fill the earth with wars.

~ Isa xiv 12-22 (that's book of Isaiah, chapter 14, verse 12-22)

It's a bit different in the new bibles but I really like this quote and I think it applies to Draco's ongoing struggle against prejudice and people who merely see him as his father's son.

(♥) Dramione27.

-- Sine macula

A little piece of normalcy

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 00:35:33 GMT

“Harry could be dead by the end of the year, Ron and I have never been close…I hate to say it Malfoy,” she sniffed, “But your hatred is the most constant thing in my life.” Short oneshot. Rated for course language. Malfoy and Granger are happy with their little repartee but what happens when one of them crosses a line?

A little piece of normalcy.

“You act all tough but it’s a shell. Inside you’re a sad, uncertain and probably impotent little boy!” she screamed out across the courtyard, “And what’s more you have serious intimacy issues because ‘Daddy didn’t love you enough’. Well let me tell you something Malfoy!” He looked at her with an expression of deepest resentment, “Everyone has problems and we don’t need you walking around like a tough guy telling us we’re lower than you on some fucked up little social ladder in your sexually malfunctioning, insignificant and mostly inbred ‘pure’ society!” She panted and took another deep breath before she raised her hand to her mouth appalled at the utmost cruelness it had uttered. Her face was completely red and the heat emanating from her could be felt in the grounds but nonetheless she looked completely at a loss, “I-I…”
“Don’t even try to apologise you filthy little trollop!” he spat at her vehemently.
“But I didn’t mean,” she looked at her feet ashamed,
“Don’t tell me you didn’t mean it, you meant every single word!” She looked him back in the eye and suddenly the fire had found more kindling,
“You’re right! I did mean every single little word.” He simply sneered at her, “I wish I had never met you, you decadent, depraved profligate, you’re a sexually frustrated, hormonal teenager and you’re utterly gutless.”
“Gutless?”
“Yes, you’re gutless so you chose the Dark Side, you chose the easy way out!” a loud clap was heard as the back of his hand made contact with her face. She flinched insuppressibly but did not bring her hand up or let a tear escape,
“You wait until your first kill mudblood, and then see how brave you are.” She bit her tongue to stop from crying or throwing another insult at him, the crowd watched on in silent terror, some of them seriously doubting they would survive the day, some of them flexing their muscles involuntarily in a primal show of alpha-male-ism. He gave one last glowering look to the crowd before he turned and left without so much as a word.
“Are you okay Hermione?”
“You alright?”
“I’m so going to pound that little fucker!”
“He is so dead,”
“Don’t worry Hermione; we’ll get him for you.”
“Just shut up all of you.” The tens upon tens of voices died after this, “I deserved what I got, and I’m fine.”

But as the weeks progressed and her snarkiest, most demeaning comments went undefended she began to worry. Would Malfoy ever fight with her again? Had she finally taken it too far? It was one day after class when she was talking to her friends and walking past the Slytherin table when she decided to bait him;
“Yea, I bet the whole lot of them have some kind of venereal disease, it must be genetic, part of the inbreeding.” She giggled with her friends but she could only pay attention to Malfoy’s reaction and there he was sitting, eating, looking positively stoic and quite untouchable. She ‘accidentally’ spilled her pumpkin juice on his lap as she passed by but got no reaction…he was absolutely aloof.

No reaction for three weeks, she’d lasted three long weeks before breaking down. She walked through the courtyard and stopped in front of him, he payed no attention. She pushed the papers out of his hands and onto the floor; the whole courtyard went positively quiet. She slapped him and looked at him determinedly, “Dramatic much Granger?”
“Call me mudblood damn it!” she screamed, the student body looked quite taken-aback. “Stop being so god damned civil.”
“I beg your pardon Hermione?” The students shared a collective gasp before she slapped him again.
“You arse!” She exclaimed, “Insult me, hate me, give me cruel witticisms, make blatantly obvious observations, call me a mudblood, and please, please stop being civil.” He disregarded her almost completely and the rest of the courtyard went back to its gossiping. “No!” She screamed, “You don’t get to do this to me!” He looked at her strangely before walking off, she dropped to her knees, “Please,” she pleaded, “call me a name, make a wisecrack about my family, call Ron poor or Harry stupid. Do something normal!” tears streamed down her face as she knelt in the middle of the courtyard with everyone watching, everyone except Malfoy. He kept walking, “You twitchy little ferret-fucker, come back here.” He ignored her again, “You said you were brave, prove it! Come back and face me like a man would!” her face contorted in a miserable expression that told every spectator that she was on her last tiny whim. He turned dramatically and she whimpered, she actually whimpered.
“Why do you need me to hate you?” he asked, a fair question, the students were on the edge of their seats for an answer.
“Because I need normalcy, I want normalcy. Harry could be dead by the end of the year, Ron and I have never been close…I hate to say it Malfoy,” she sniffed, “But your hatred is the most constant thing in my life.” She panted slightly as she caught her breath, “And I don’t want it to change.” He nodded slowly before replacing his standoffish demeanour with a superior sneering one,
“Trying to get closer to the ground you belong to or are you just conceding to marry Weasel…Merlin knows you’ll need some practice begging for money.” She covered her mouth as relief washed over her and yet more tears streamed down her face,
“No, I was just looking for something more worthy of my insults, you degenerate.” He nodded at her properly as she mouthed the words ‘thankyou’.

(♥) Dramione27.

-- Sine macula

Writer's Block: A Tip About Tipping

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 15:42:28 GMT

What's your method for calculating a tip?

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We don't really do the whole tipping thing in Australia. Some places have a tip jar and I'll normally just empty my shrapnel out into that.

But yea, Aussies don't tip.

Hunting for witches

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 05:17:31 GMT

I'm really loving this song at the moment.

Bloc Party's Hunting for witches:

I'm sitting, on the roof of my house

With a shotgun

And a six pack of beers, six pack of beers, six pack of beers

The newscaster says the enemy's among us

As bombs explode on the 30 bus

Kill your middle class indecision

Now is not the time for a liberal thought

So I go hunting for witches

I go hunting for witches

Heads are going to roll

I go hunting for

90s, optimistic as a teen

Now it's terror

As airplanes crash into towers, into towers, into towers

The Daily Mail says the enemy's among us

Taking our women and taking our jobs

Reasonable thought is being drained out

By the non-stop baying, baying, baying for blood

So I'll go hunting for witches

I go hunting for witches

Heads are going to roll

I go hunting for

I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires

I watched TV, it informed me

I was an ordinary man with an ordinary desire

There must be accountability

Disparate and misinformed

Fear will keep us all in place

So I go hunting for witches

I go hunting for witches

Heads are going to roll

I go hunting

I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires

I watched TV, it informed me

I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires

There must be accountability

Disparate and misinformed

Fear will keep us all in place

(♥) Dramione27.

-- Sine Macula

That remote part of the alley

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 04:10:00 GMT

Diagon Alley is a very mysterious place. What happens when, in a chance encounter, two enemies turned reluctant friends start to talk in the rain? And what happens when a certain brown haired Gryffindor is wearing a white shirt in said rain? Oneshot. DMHG. Humor fluff.

That remote part of the alley.

She walked out of the little store and down the alley for the second time that day, the only difference now was that the cobblestones were wet and slippery and the rain was falling freely from above. In hindsight maybe a red bra wasn’t the best colour choice; she looked down at her white blouse which was turning more and more transparent with every little drop of water. She crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortably to salvage what remained of her dignity and scowled at a man standing outside a nearby store who had the gall to wink and jerk his eyebrows suggestively at her. She huffed silently down the street with the rain pouring and drenching her hair leaving little rivulets running down her face.

She happened to catch her reflection in the store window. With her hair all wet like this she actually looked better than most of the women walking around her, their faces striped with black and blue and other such colours of streaked, running make-up. Smiling slightly she continued through the alley to the Leaky Cauldron, oblivious to a pair of wary grey eyes following her movements in absolute amusement. “Granger!” she heard someone call behind her, she turned to respond but only crossed her arms tighter when she noticed who the speaker was,

“Malfoy,” she returned somewhat bored-sounding. They walked beside each other down the alley,

“Do you make it habit to walk down dark, wet alleys alone looking so ravishing?” Hermione had never been very good with compliments and chose ignorance in favour of blushing to the roots of her hair. He seemed disappointed and changed his gambit. “What are you doing in this remote part of the alley?” he asked, feigning curiosity,

“I don’t see why it would be any of your concern Malfoy,” she said in an offhanded manner,

“I’m just curious Gran-ger,” he emphasised the syllables of her name in a way he knew irritated her so,

“Well I would recommend you keep your pointy nose out of other peoples business Mal-foy,” he smirked in pleasure as she tightened her crossed arms again,

“You aren’t cold are you Granger?” he asked looking down the collar of her shirt in an improper way. She ignored him and strode quickly, purposefully to the Leaky Cauldron, her gateway to a warm bath and a large glass of wine. Just as she was about to reach the undercover stoop for the small gateway to the muggle world Malfoy placed an oddly warm (for this weather anyway) hand on her shoulder.

“What do you want?” she snapped viciously, mere inches from the warmth and comfort of her own home,

“Nothing,” he said sheepishly shrugging his shoulders. She brought her hands to her head and pulled at the roots of her hair,

“I swear you are the most infuriating individual I have ever met!” she emphasised each word with a sharp hand motion,

“Glad I could please,” he muttered as he wet his lips, it was then that she brought her attention from his lips up to his eyes again…looking directly at her red bra through her white blouse. She shrieked and folded her arms over her chest once more,

“You perve!” she spat.

“Oh come on!” she turned back to him and he shut his mouth,

“No, spit it out Malfoy, you have something to say? Don’t let me stop you,” she stepped closer until they were almost nose to nose.

“Firstly,” he looked back down to her arms wrapped protectively around her chest and rolled his eyes, “We’re all mature adults here Granger,” he pulled her arms away and placed them at her sides, to her relief he then met her gaze without glancing over her bra again. “Secondly,” he pushed the hair sticking to her face behind her ears, “Women look a lot prettier when you can see their faces,” she blushed at this. “Thirdly,” he let out a large breath which turned to mist between them, “Don’t pretend you don’t feel the tension between us,” at this he placed his thumb to her dripping face, abruptly stopping any rebuttal on her part. “Lastly,” he took one small step closer, “I meant it Granger, you do look ravishing.” She couldn’t take his intense gaze any longer and looked away, a bright red blossoming under her cheeks. He stepped back and took her bag from her arms, gave her a moment to compose herself and opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron for her. “So what were you doing in that remote part of the alley?”

“That is for me to know Malfoy,” she smiled softly, a slight blush still painted over her cheeks as they both stepped into the green flames and called ‘Granger Residence’.

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I'll let you guys finish that one on your own ;)

I'm thinking of writing a prequel, third person from Draco's perspective or something. Just the way I wrote "She made her way down the alley for the second time that day" demands more explanation. I'll work on it, let me know what you think.

(♥) Dramione27.

-- Sine Macula

Writer's Block: What's Worth Reading

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:56:21 GMT

How do you choose which books to read?

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If I like the cover I'll read the blurb, if I like the blurb I'll read the prologue or intro, if I like that I'll keep going.