pwn3d by hd

Archival

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 16:34:23 GMT

Most of you have probably seen this on other authors' journals, but several HD stories were recently archived on a "quizzilla" account without the consent of the authors, and in violation of the quizzilla TOS, which does not allow adult content and/or pornography.

Luckily, that account has since been deleted. Still, like most other authors, I don't want my stories to be somewhere where they violate a website's TOS or are not clearly labeled as adult content.

To that end, if anyone has seen/ever sees anything I've written hosted on a website where it either shouldn't be or isn't clearly labeled with the rating, please let me know!

Thank you!
&hearts jenna

ps. Comments disabled on this post simply because I know it's not my f-list doing the un-consented-to archiving, and I just wanted a post to exist that is absolutely clear on my personal archiving policy, which is PLEASE ASK ME FIRST! :)

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 03:16:23 GMT

Hi y'all,

Blah blah blah Real Life blah blah Work blah blah Real Life blah blah.

Okay, now that my excuses for not updating are out of the way... :)

1. Thank you to everyone who commented on my last post. I love you all and you rock my socks. Same goes to those of you who have recently pointed out that you miss me. So sweet! *is touched* *sends mad love your way*

2. NOTHING has been abandoned. I apologize that it is taking so long to complete Vertigo and that you've had to wait months and months for the end, but I promise that I still work on it whenever I have time (i.e, this weekend!) and that it WILL be completed.

3. FIC REC: Big Chicago by samaelthekind (one of the newest in his long line of fantastic fanfic). Summary: Drake Malfoy is serving seven years in prison for being a drug mule for an old boyfriend, when a green eyed man shows up and turns his world upside down. Very adult: X/NC-17 rating.

Not for the faint of heart, and far from my usual fluffy preferences, as it's a gritty and angsty AU that hits hard, but it's incredible. I have fallen in love with this incarnation of Draco and will be rooting for him until the last word has been posted.

4. So, I'm trying to work on Vertigo, but I find that mixing the writing of dirty smutty slash with an office job is still a delicate balance to strike (I know what you're thinking: *gasp* There's going to be smut in Vertigo?? Seriously?? Not just more fucking cock-teasing?!?! Don't think I can't hear you from here).

Case in point: I'm at work on Friday. I should mention that I have my own assistant. Let's call him Ben. He's roughly 6'2" and twenty-something and blonde and would actually be kind of hot if he didn't look so much like my brother (which is creepy). So I say to Ben...

Me: Did you have those files I needed?

Ben: Sure, Jen. I have them electronically, and I also have them in hard copy. Which do you want?

Me: Well, if you have something hard for me then I definitely want it.

A brief moment of silence.

Me: *facepalm*

Ben: *dies laughing like the mature young man he is*

I'm still embarassed. I'm really not that kind of girl - well, outside of the slash world, at least :)!

I really hope all of you are doing well!

&hearts
Jen

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:38:39 GMT

Note to self: for April resolution, update LJ more, even if no other update to share.

Hello darlings! This is just a Monty-Python's-Search-For-The-Holy-Grail-Esque "I'm not dead!" post. You know, where I promise that a) I'm still around; b) I haven't abandoned any of my stories; and c) I still love you all, truly madly deeply.

I wish I had an update to share, I really do (ravenna_c_tan, if you're reading this, I am very, very sorry that after all that pretty begging for an extension on hp_tarot I still haven't finished my fic...).

As some of you probably gathered through my long stretches of inactivity interspersed with whining and bitching, my RL has been a little psychotic lately. Nothing that makes me particularly special, I don't think, just your normal twenty-something angst about life, the universe and everything else. However, it has got me down, which has certainly affected my writing (how am I suppose to write about veela and man-bags when I'm filing bloody TPS reports all day?!).

There is good news, however: I'm in the process of sort of "overhauling" my RL, making some changes that will hopefully lead to happiness, fulfillment, puppies, rainbows, and the meaning of life. Or, you know, more free time to write hot gay sex *g*.

In the meantime, I'll try to update more, because I've meet some awesome people via lj and email and I miss you guys. And I really, really hope all of you are doing awesome!

Take care y'all!
&hearts

The post-QFAC post!

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 00:34:48 GMT

Where to begin?

First: I desperately want to thank the individuals who signed up to sponsor me:

lunadragon, witherwings7, alaana_fair, lumagoo, minerva276,
superstupy86, eloriee, grace75, and hazelwolf

Whatever the amount or conditions under which you offered to donate, I cannot thank you enough for your generosity.

Second: To everyone who left a review, knowing that in my harried schedule, I wouldn't have time to respond, but letting me know they enjoyed what I posted - thank you!

Third: I admit, I had wanted to post lots more, and on other stories besides Vertigo. I did the best I could, but of course, I'm a little sad that I didn't get more done, and I apologize to everyone who was hoping for more, and/or completed stories, and/or a different story to be worked on.

Four: The big word count!

So, in a previous post, I listed my pre-February word counts at 10,580 words for Chapter 7 and 3,506 for Chapter 8. Of course, then Chapter 7 was split into two chapters, and then split again. So let me document the fate of those original 10,580 words:

2,991 = incorporated into posted Chapter 7
0 = incorporated into posted Chapter 8
2,954 = incorporated into to-be-posted Chapter 9
4,635 = Discarded*

(*This is actually pretty standard for me. Because I post as I finish a chapter, scenes I had written for upcoming chapters often no longer fit, or I write scenes and then decide I don't like them and/or the direction they're going to take the story, etc. And eventually they end up in my scene and bunny graveyard, never to see the light of the internet, and trust me, we're all the better for it.)

SO, the total word for the post Chapter 7 was 10,104. Subtract the 2991 words written pre-February, and you have a grand total of 7,113 new words for Chapter 7!

Now, the original word count for Chapter 8 was 3,506. All of these words, however, are currently residing in my draft of the final chapter of Vertigo, Chapter 10. Every word of the 4,549 posted words of Chapter 8 was actually new and written in February.

This brings my February QFAC word count to:

7,113 (Chapter 7) + 4,549 (Chapter 8) = 11,662 (total)

Now, if I recall, every sponsor had a slightly different criteria of what they would donate for, and I know I didn't meet many of them. For example, a couple were donating for a completed Vertigo, which it clearly isn't, or for new chapters of Dragon Tamer Uncensored, which clearly weren't posted.

I want to be clear: Sponsors, you do not have to donate if I did not meet your criteria! If what you agreed to donate for wasn't posted, I still greatly appreciate your offer and generosity! I really, really wish I could have posted more, but it's my bad, not yours, so thank you again for your offer!

Guidelines for sponsors ready to donate can be found here.

Once again, thanks to everyone who participated in this amazing event!

&hearts jen

ps. Extra thanks to minerva276, who has sweetly claimed that she when she offered to donate for a completed Vertigo, that meant two more chapters, and since she got two more chapters, she's donating anyway. *hugs*

pps. I'm not going to fall off the face of the earth now, y'all. No worries :). I still have lots of fic to finish, and this month definitely got me on the buzz of writing again.

ppps. &hearts !

Vertigo 8!

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 14:13:54 GMT

Hi y'all,

In light of hpqfac, when I realized that I was never going to be able to finish Vertigo exactly as I wanted in the next two days, I decided to go ahead and split a chapter again so I could post at least something for y'all to read.

Ergo, I am very, very happy to bring you:

Vertigo
Chapter 8: Cock-tease

I apologize that it's more of an interlude than a full chapter, but it sort of sets the stage for the climax (hee hee, I said climax) of the story, in the final two - yes, it will now be a total of ten - chapters.

Okay, now I got to run - yes, it really is the ungodly early hour of the morning you think it is, and yes, I got up early to post this before work, because I was afraid I wouldn't have another chance before February ends. Hopefully I can post something more for Quills for a Cause in the next couple days, but if not, at least I got this in!

&hearts jen

Vertigo 7 is UP!

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 22:39:10 GMT

Howdy howdy howdy, y'all! I am extremely happy to be able to tell you that Chapter 7 of Vertigo has finally been posted!
*****
"I said I'm seventeen, Harry."

Draco's quiet words echoed loudly in the sudden silence, their meaning drowning out even the soft drone of the television...

Read more here!
*****

FYI, this is now 7 of 9 chapters, and if you think it's full of pointless Harry/Draco fluff, remember, Y'ALL MADE ME DO IT. :)

More importantly though, if you enjoyed the chapter or are happy to read it, don't thank me. Thank my beautiful Quills for a Cause sponsors:

lunadragon, witherwings7, alaana_fair, lumagoo, minerva276,
superstupy86, eloriee, and grace75

Their generosity in donating to amFAR allowed me to put fanfiction first these past ten days, and finally get this chapter done.

Next up...chapter 8!

*goes back to her furious writing*

&hearts jen

ps. In my hurry to post, I apologize, but the chapter is unbetaed. Feel free to point out errors; I'm sure they're there. Thanks!

pps. Maybe this is outing myself as a huge nerd, but when I edited the Skyehawke summary to read 7/9 instead of 6/8, all I could think was "Seven of Nine...STAR TREK!"

9 chapters then...

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 04:11:45 GMT

*stares at comments on previous post*

Well. That seems to answer that question. Nine chapters it is, and you'll get Chapter 7 post haste!

Thanks so much everyone! Now back to writing furiously...

&hearts jen

ps. Seriously, thanks - I honestly do worry about boring readers with unnecessary scenes, because I have a tendency to bulk up my stories with stuff that's fun to write but more or less completely pointless. However, my darling flist has made it abundantly clear that more Harry/Draco = good thing, so I shan't worry myself anymore :).

pps. I apologize if I seem rude at all - it's not that I don't want to respond to comments, because I really do, but I have a feeling that y'all would rather I spend my time writing. But I do appreciate it!

Question!

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 02:56:11 GMT

*pokes head out of MS Word for a moment*

Hello all! So, I have braved the waters of my first business trip! And found them...absurdly uneventful. It's like work, only in a different city. And without my bloody ASSISTANT! Ugh.

Anyway, just letting y'all know that I'm home and am writing away for hpqfac (thanks again to all my lovely sponsors!).

Now, the question:

How much Vertigo do you really want to read? You may have noticed that as of January 31, Chapter 7 had over 10,000 words and IT'S ONLY GETTING BIGGER. There are a few scenes that I've written that don't really advance the plot, but are just Harry/Draco stuff. So I can either:

a) Cut the scenes and keep Vertigo at the promised 8 chapters

- 0R -

b) Keep the scenes, slice humongous Mr. Chapter 7 in half, and have 9 chapters (yes, this means you would get an update very, very soon).

Thoughts?

*goes back to writing*

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 01:15:57 GMT

I thought I was leaving for my business trip on TUESDAY but I have to leave RIGHT THE F**K NOW!

I'm taking my laptop though, so with any luck I'll be in touch soon, maybe even tomorrow, but I'm sharing a hotel room with at least one other person so it'll be touch and go (as, obviously and unfortunately, my co-workers are not fellow slashers).

Bugger, I haven't even packed!!

Wow, okay, I gotta run. Take care y'all and &hearts to my sponsors!

jenna

QFAC and Current Word Counts

Thu, 25 Jan 2007 03:00:10 GMT

Okay, the Harry/Draco LJ community officially blows my mind. Less than 24 hours after I post, I've got several incredibly sweet, generous sponsors for Quills for a Cause (hpqfac)!!!

*worships sponsors, who are lovely and generous and earning mad Karma points for being so unbelievably awesome*

There is no limit to the number of sponsors a writer/artist can have, so for any other giving souls out there who are interested in using fanfiction to fund HIV/AIDS research, you can definitely still sign up!

(And it's not too late for writers/artists either; you can still sign up, even if you don't have a sponsor - they will try to find one for you.)

To sponsor me or anyone else, go HERE.
Leave a comment with the name of whom you would like to sponsor and how much you are willing to donate (again, any amount helps!).

For the record: my sponsors have expressed interest in having several of my WIPs finished (I can SO relate). As only words written in February count toward donations, I made a list of my WIP fics with their current word counts. At the end of February, I will compare my stories against these numbers to calculate my Total Word Count.

My Pre-February Word Count for WIPs
Subject to change, up to and including January 31, 2007*

Vertigo
Chapter Seven: Sixteen (Going on Seventeen)
Current Word Count: 10,580

Chapter Eight: (Title TBA at publishing to avoid spoilers for those who don't want them)
Current Word Count: 3,506

Things That Go Meow in the Night Sequel
Current Word Count: 2,111

The Mystery of the Malicious Malfoy Mugging
(gift!fic for Samael)
Current Word Count: 3,038

Dragon Tamer Uncensored: The Naughty Version
Current Posted Chapter Count: 12
Current Word Count for Chapters:
13: 4,902
14: 4,258
15: 4,842
16: 4,794
17: 1,963
18: 4,639
19: 5,561
20: 5,274
21: 4,470
22: 2,774
23: 6,618
24: 3,807
25: 4,515
26: 5,306
27: 5,659
28: 6,703
29: 6,602

*The total word count for at least Vertigo is almost certain to change, because I am likely to work on it at least a little bit between now and February 1. I will, however, keep this record updated.

Thanks again, y'all! AND MUCH MUCH LOVE TO MY SPONSORS!

Now watch me get ready to write my heart out...

love jen

QUILLS FOR A CAUSE!

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 05:20:37 GMT

Harry/Draco Writer Seeks Sponsor For Worthy Project

- or -

I've Signed Up For Quills for a Cause!

Howdy howdy howdy, y'all,

So, how many people here know about/are already involved with/want to have the mods' babies for organizing such an amazing event as the Harry Potter Quills for a Cause Project?

For those who don't know, the Harry Potter Quills for a Cause Project (hpqfac) is a charitable event that uses the production of fanfiction and fanart to raise money for HIV/AIDS prevention and research.

Here's how it works:

1) Writers/Artists pledge to write/draw fic/art during the month of February.

2) Based on the fic/art produced, Sponsors agree to donate to amfAR, a non-profit organization dedicated to HIV/AIDS research, prevention and education, at whatever rate they wish. For example:
$.01 per/word
$.01 per/100 words
$1.00 per/drawing
etc., etc.

(For ease of keeping count, figures will be coverted into USD.)

3) Writers/Artists have only the month of February to produce fic/art, and sponsors only donate for what is produced during February.

For example:

A writer pledges to write.
A sponsor pledges to donate X amount - say, $.01 per/word - for what the writer writes.
The writer they are sponsoring produces Y number of words in February - say, 1,000.
The sponsor then donates amount - in this example, $10 ($.01 per/word x 1,000 words) - to amfAR.

Notes:
- You may set a maximum donation amount - i.e., $.01 per/word, but no more than $10, or $5 per/story, but no more than $20, etc.
- Donations are made directly to amfAR; no one involved in Quills for a Cause will receive any money.
- Check out hpqfac for much better info.

*****

So obviously - I've signed up! I have pledged to write as much as I can during the month of February. That means I will be working my tail off to finish Vertigo, finish my other queued stories, write new stuff, whatever it takes!

Now the hard part...*gulp*...anyone want to sponsor me?

You can pledge anything, even a total of $.01 for the month (every penny counts!). Obviously, you can also enjoy all the stories without paying a cent, but it's a great cause and a chance to be part of something that's really special.

To recap:

Interested in writing/drawing? Check out here and here.
Interested in sponsoring? Check out here and here.
Interested in sponsoring me? Let me know in a comment/email (kjenna02@yahoo.com).
More info (including questions re: legal issues)? hpqfac or here.

Kisses!
&hearts jen

Note: I should mention that for the month of February, the needs/wants/requests/desires of anyone willing to sponsor me will be my priority. (I trust everyone else will understand because hey, charity donations = BIG DEAL!)

If you are interested in sponsoring me, be sure to let me know what you would most like to see in February (i.e., Vertigo finished, the sequel to Things That Go Meow in the Night completed, etc.), so that I can prioritize accordingly. Thanks!

*****

ps. Yes, I'm still hugely busy with my stupid job. I don't care. The chance to raise money for HIV/AIDS research is worth sleepless nights. Besides, that's what lattes are for!

pps. For potential sponsors (if there are any), I will be out of town next week on a business trip. HOWEVER, I will have my laptop, and come February 1st I will be writing furiously. I may not get to my comments/email until I get back on Sunday the 4th, but I will have already started writing and I will reply to anyone who contacts me about this event.

ppps. A side note: many, many props to you loyal, sweet souls out there who keep telling everyone that I haven't abandoned Vertigo. You are absolutely right, and you have no idea how much I appreciate your understanding that even though it's been months, I haven't given up. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Many, many thanks!

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 20:08:00 GMT

It's official. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

First, let me apologize for not responding to all the lovely Christmas cheer sooner; I was out of town. And I was out of town because RL surprised me with a vacation I never saw coming - an office that was closed between Christmas and New Year, and some amazing friends who dragged my ass far away for some much needed time off.

Second, I came home to amazing Christmas wishes from my amazing online friends!! Many, many heartfelt thanks to:

My lovely givers of LJ virtual gifts: 1miracle for the mistletoe, moonflower_rose for the bundle of gifts, and arrmaitee for the mysterious "dark liquid!"

nasssty_slyth for the adorable kitty!Harry drawing!

samaelthekind for Bewitching Changes 2: Yule Never Forget This, the fantastic, hysterical, and sweet sequel to his veela!Draco gift!fic, Bewitching Changes.

And this wasn't a Christmas present, but also many thanks to minjew for her very sexy drawing of Harry and Draco!

Thank you all!!!

(And if by some chance I left you out - TELL ME PLEASE!)

Finally, I am pleased to say that I have made mad progress on Vertigo over the last few days, and while it isn't done yet, the end is in sight. I won't make promises that I can't keep about when it will be posted, but like I said, the end is in sight.

So, in summation: Me = luckiest girl ever. Y'all rock!

Happy New Year to all who celebrate it!
jenna

Veela!Draco Gift Fic, YAY!

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 02:02:15 GMT

Zomg, y'all.

So last night, samaelthekind and I were talking, and he's like, hey, The Veela Enigma hit 100K hits and I'm like, omgyay, and he's all congrats and I'm all thanx and then to joke around I'm all I should pimp out veela!Draco to "celebrate" but really to try and get people to write HD fic for me to read.

So I go to work today and have like, the WORST day and I'm SO tired and cranky and I finally get home and check my email and OMFG. Sir Samael rockies my sockies and just about everything else known to man and fangirl because HE SO TOTALLY WROTE ME VEELA!DRACO/MATE!HARRY FIC!!!

Bewitching Changes (PG) by samaelthekind

I love it. Prepare to squeal and squee and melt with the utter cuteness of veela!Draco. It's adorable. samaelthekind is TEH BESTEST EVAH.

And I do want to take a moment and thank everyone. It means a lot to me to know that people liked VE enough to read it - well, 100,000 times. But we all know to whom the credit is really due:

To veela!Draco, in all his uber-sexiness and Harry mate-ness! May your baby-fine, cornsilk, supersoft, platinum, white-blonde strands of flaxen hair and your toned-but-not-overly-muscled, yet still perfectly proportioned, and inexplicably vanilla-scented body forever haunt our fandom*!

Sexy veela!Draco art by miyoung_boz

Thanks again, y'all!

&hearts &hearts &hearts

*and give the canon-thumpers gray hairs, poor things.

Wolfram!

Wed, 06 Dec 2006 02:53:56 GMT

Happy 1st Birthday, kkm_wolframfans!

Here's to a fun community dedicated to bringing us the best of the most beautiful bishounen in the business.

(And hey, any excuse to have Wolfram on my lj!)

&hearts
jen

ps. For those of you who don't follow my filtered posts - Vertigo has not been abandoned and it's not going to be. I apologize for the delay in the final chapters (like everyone else, I occasionally have to put my RL first :) ), but it will be finished.

pps. Pinky swear.

ppps. Beautiful Wolfie banner by kororo_minamoto over on kkm_wolframfans

Birthday gift fic!

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 03:38:11 GMT

Howdy howdy howdy:

Big apologies, but no updates; however, I will assure you that while very, very slow, progress is being made on Vertigo, which will not be abandoned. I know exactly how it's all ending; it's just a question of getting all the words down on paper.

I had a lovely pep talk from our resident porn goddess calanthe_fics, who gave me the valuable advice to just write when I can, what I can, even if it's only a paragraph a day. So it's crawling, yes, but at least it's moving.

In other news, profmckitten wrote me a birthday fic! *snuggles profmckitten* It's lovely and sweet and angsty-with-a-happy-ending. It's posted behind the cut, so enjoy, and tell her how awesome she is!

Thanks, y'all!
jen

*****

Draco was lying in bed, reading a massive Potions tome. Harry, his husband of just over a year, lay next to him. Draco could tell from the measure of Harry’s breathing htat he was nearly asleep. He reached out and stroked Harry’s back. Harry rewarded him with a deep purring sound and by inching a little closer to Draco’s body. Draco’s wedding band twinkled against Harry’s skin, and though he supposed it made him something of a sentimental twat, he couldn’t help but smile. Harry had been exceedingly busy the past month, working late at the Ministry where he was an Auror, and it was nice to have a peaceful moment with him at a semi-decent hour of the evening.

A shrill, techno beat tore through the tranquil scene. Harry sat up with a jump, mumbling “Fuck!” and scrambling his hand over his bedside table.

“Is that your mobile thingy?” Draco asked.

“Yeah. Who the fuck is calling so late?” Harry growled. He flipped open the little phone, checking the number. Draco couldn’t help but notice that his eyes widened and his lips tightened.

“Um, I’ll be right back,” Harry muttered, springing from the bed and running from the room.

Draco put his book to the side and looked to where Harry had just been in confusion. His husband had never had to leave his side to take a call before.

A horrible thought ran through Draco’s mind, chilling him to the bone. It was late. Harry had to leave the room to take the call, the call which seemed to irritate him greatly. He had been working late almost every night for a going on a month.

“Oh God,” Draco croaked. “He’s cheating on me.”

Draco lunged from the bed and snuck out into the hallway, trying to discern where Harry had gone. Instead of wasting more time, he flicked his wand and whispered “Amplificio Harry” into the night air. Harry’s voice came to him at once.

“That’s great, Gin, but you can’t call here! He was sitting right beside me, for Merlin’s sake!...Of course I want to…I dunno, tomorrow’s not good. We’re supposed to meet for lunch tomorrow…Are you sure?...Is it someplace where no one can find us?...All right, I’ll meet you…when?...Yeah, but owl me at the Ministry first thing in the morning with the address so I know where to Apparate. And be more careful! I can’t have him finding out! It’d ruin everything…All right…You too. Good night.”

Draco heard the little phone snap shut, but it barely registered. He felt like he was going to vomit. Harry was cheating on him with Ginny Weasley. They were meeting tomorrow for lunch—in a place no one could find.

“Oh my God,” Draco croaked again, tears welling in his eyes.

The sound of Harry’s footfalls coming back towards the bedroom got him moving again. Draco wiped his eyes and bolted back to bed. He threw the Potions book on the floor, curled up on his side and shut out the lights.

“Draco? I can’t see,” Harry said when he returned.

Draco did not reply, afraid of what his voice would give away.

“I know you’re not asleep already. Can I turn on the light?”

“Do whatever you want,” Draco spat, turning to hide his face in his pillow.

Harry turned the light on with his wand and climbed into bed. He put his hand on Draco’s arm. Draco yanked away.

“What’s wrong, love? Sorry I had to take that call. It was…Kingsley. We have a, um, last minute assignment tomorrow, so I won’t be able to have lunch with you after all.”

Draco didn’t reply, instead concentrating all his energy on not bursting out in noisy sobs.

“Draco? Draco?”

Draco scooted as far as he could towards the edge of the bed.

“Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Harry.”

“Fine.” Harry said at last. Draco heard him utter a “nox” to shut the light, then he curled up on his side of the bed. In minutes, he was snoring loudly.

Tears started to leak from Draco’s eyes onto his pillow. “Bastard,” he whispered before burying his face in his pillow and crying himself to sleep.

**

The next day, Draco hid in the bathroom while Harry readied himself for work. He didn’t even say good-bye when Harry knocked lightly on the door and told him he was leaving.

“Draco, what have I done?” Harry asked.

“Go to work, Potter! And tell Kingsley hi for me.”

“You really are mental sometimes, you know that?” He heard Harry sigh through the door. “I love you. See you tonight. I’m sorry for whatever it is that I have done.”

Draco waited until he heard the crack of Harry’s Apparating, then lowered his face to his hands and sobbed.

**

That afternoon, Draco found himself in the phone booth outside the Ministry right around lunch time. He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

“Welcome to the Minsitry of Magic. Please state your name and your business.”

Draco’s heart pounded in his chest.

“Draco Malfoy. Here to visit Harry Potter.”

There was a pause. “Mr. Potter is out of the office at the moment. He won’t be back until late this afternoon.”

Nausea permeated Draco’s being. Fighting for control, he started again.

“Oh, sorry. Is Kingsley Shacklebolt available?”

Another pause.

“Yes, Mr. Shacklebolt is in his office and says he will see you. Please take your name tag, affix it to your robes, and prepare to check your wand in the lobby. Thank you and have a pleasant day.”

“Not bloody likely,” Draco said, voice cracking. He reached out and snatched the badge from the phone.

**

“No, Draco, he didn’t say where he was going. Just that he needed a couple of extra hours today. Is something wrong?”

Draco found that he couldn’t quite meet Kingsley’s eyes.

“Um, no, nothing wrong. Is there anyway I can get in his office for a second?”

“Sure. It should be unlocked, so help yourself. Are you sure you’re all right, mate?”

Draco stood, his knees feeling shaky and weak. Never in a million years would he have guessed that Harry would do this to him, especially with Ginny Weasley. The urge to spill his guts to Kingsley Shacklebolt, a man he only knew in passing, was great. He felt heavy and full of sadness.

“I’m fine, thank you. I just need to see if Harry accidentally grabbed my case this morning. Thank you.”

“Sure. I’ll be sure to tell him you dropped by.”

“No, don’t!” Draco sputtered. Kingsley looked at him strangely. Draco sat back down. “It’s just, he’s been so busy lately. I don’t want him to think I’ve gone all needy and am stalking him here at work. It might look like I don’t trust him or something.”

“What’s he been busy at?” Kingsley asked. “Not up to some hair brained, save-the-world thing is he?”

Draco felt like a brick had dropped on him. “He hasn’t been working late?”

At last, it appeared that Kingsley was catching on. His mouth dropped open and a look of sympathy rose in his eyes.

“Er, once or twice…”

“Once or twice.” Draco turned his face away from Kingsley. “And, let me guess. The Ministry doesn’t use mobile thingies?”

Kingsley gave him a blank look.

“Little flippy thing you talk through? Muggle thing?”

“Um, no, no we don’t.”

Draco’s chin trembled and his eyes fell to the ground. He wrapped his arms around himself.

“Um, look, Draco, why don’t you just look round his office? I’ll not say a word about you being here. Take your time. He’s signed out until half three.”

Draco swallowed and once again felt his eyes filling with tears.

“Yes, thank you,” he mumbled before fleeing Kingsley presence. It wouldn’t do to break down in front of Harry’s boss.

**

Draco looked at the note in the center of Harry’s desk, over and over, and over again.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” he said out loud. “Harry’s notes could be written in a foreign language, they’re so vague. They’re scattered. They don’t mean anything.”

But he couldn’t help himself. He looked down at the most damning evidence yet, a note written on a scrap of paper in Harry’s hand. It was almost a whole thought, not just a word or two as was Harry’s wont.

Attorney. Papers for Draco.

It was worse than he ever suspected. Harry was going to divorce him.

**

Draco lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, his hair wet at the temples from all the tears that had run down from his eyes. He had fire called his mother when he returned from the Ministry and spilled everything. Narcissa Malfoy had had a difficult time hiding her mirth at the news, which had hurt Draco nearly as much as Harry’s infidelity. But she had provided him with the name of the family attorney and had her house elves send over a bottle of potion that made him at least not care so much that his heart had been ripped out and torn asunder. He still hurt, but he couldn’t get too worked up about it under the thick fog that had enveloped his mind after taking a teaspoon full of the dark, ruby liquid.

He wasn’t even aware of the time, but he heard Harry’s familiar Apparation pop sound through the flat. Quickly, he rubbed at his eyes, hoping they didn’t look as dry and ragged as they felt.

“Draco? Where are you, sweetie?” Harry called.

Draco started to cry all over again.

Harry soon found him in the bedroom, curled up and sobbing. He rushed to the side of the bed.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Get away from me!” Draco shrieked, shrinking from Harry’s touch.

He heard Harry gasp. “Draco, love, please, tell me what I’ve done for you to act this way?”

Draco sat up in the bed. He swayed back and forth a little, dizzy from the potion.

“Oh don’t play innocent with me, you, you…philanderer!”

“Philanderer?” Harry yelled.

“Yeah, philampender!” Draco slurred. His head was spinning.

Harry took a cautious step forward. “Are you all right? Has someone drugged you?”

Draco choked out a particularly loud sob. “No one has drugged me, you bastard! My mother—my sweet, wonderful mother, who warned me about you, told me that you’d break my heart—my mother sent something over to stop the pain!” Draco weakly banged his chest for emphasis.

Had he been sober, Draco would have noticed the incredible look of worry in Harry’s eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Love, you’re clearly ill. Here, lie down,” he said, reaching over and trying to gently push Draco back.

Draco reacted like a feral cat, swiping and clawing at Harry’s hands and arms.

“Don’t you touch me! You’ll never touch me again, do you hear me? Do you?”

Harry stood from the bed. “I’m calling a Healer. You’re not well.”

Draco staggered up to his feet. He wobbled back and forth, pointing his finger at three Harrys, unsure of which one was actually real. It didn’t matter. He’d make his point.

“Of course I’m not well. How could I be well? My hush-bend,” Draco’s knees gave for a moment, causing him to lurch sideways into the nightstand, “my hush-bend is having SEX—oh, God, I’m going to be sick,” Draco moaned, doubling over, one hand still on the nightstand, “SEX with Ginny bloody Weasley! Ohhhhhh….”

Draco’s poor potions addled brain finally gave out, and he toppled over onto the floor, unconscious.

**

He woke the next morning, alone in his and Harry’s bed, with a wicked headache. He squinted one eye open and groaned. There was something weighty on his chest. He snatched it up and scooted into a seated position. Very slowly, he opened his eyes.

They fell on a leather pouch.

It was the type of pouch wizard’s used to deliver legal documents. With trembling hands, he unfurled the string around the pin and opened the pouch. He closed his eyes again and pulled out the stack of papers.

“No,” he whispered miserably.

A million thoughts ran through his mind; he would never kiss Harry again, never hear his laughter, never feel his chest pressed to Draco’s own, heart pounding fiercely. He would never hold Harry’s hand, never take a bath with him, never be the beneficiary of Harry’s wonderful cooking. Or back rubs. Or foot massages. Or sweet words and looks.

Feeling as if he might die, Draco opened his eyes, then opened the pouch.

The first thing he saw was a hand written document titled “Deed to Secure Debt.” Paper clipped to the corner was a letter, written in Harry’s familiar hand.

Dear Draco,

Do you remember about a month ago, we were walking through Diagon Alley and people kept bothering us for photos and signatures? You said something like “I wish we could go somewhere where no one could find us, and just be together without all of this.” You seemed so sad, it hurt my heart. You know I can never abide your sadness, so since then, I have been searching the kingdom for a place that fit your description. I employed Ginny Weasley to do this, as she is a licensed real estate broker.

From what your mother tells me, you overheard mine and Ginny’s conversation and leapt to you own conclusions. While I am hurt that you would ever think that I would do that to you, I am sure you are a thousand times more hurt having thought it. Either way, I thought it might be best to leave. I am at Ron and Hermione’s, if you should decide you’d like to visit your little cottage together.”

Just then, the pouch in Draco’s lap tilted to one side. Several photos fell out. In them, an absolutely perfect cottage sat amidst beautiful, proper English gardens. There were no other buildings to be seen anywhere, only miles of dark, lush wood.

“Oh, Harry,” Draco whispered. He fingered the photos for a moment, then turned back to Harry’s letter.

All I can say, my love, is that I am sorry for whatever I’ve done that would make you think I would ever, in a million years, betray your trust. I have tried to be everything you needed me to be, everything you ever wanted, and I have obviously failed miserably. I only hope you can forgive my shortcomings and let me try again.

I love you.

The note was signed with a simple letter H.

Draco tore out of the bed and headed straight for the bathroom. Headache be damned, he had some crow to eat at Ron and Hermione’s, and he thought that it wouldn’t hurt to look his best while doing it.

**

Draco stood outside the door of the small flat nearly panting with nervousness. His arm was growing tired from holding the two dozen roses he’d purchased, but he hardly cared. The pain didn’t come close to enough punishment for having doubted his Harry.

He straightened his coat and lifted his fist to knock. It was shaking badly. He took a deep breath and rapped three times.

From the clodding footsteps coming to the door, he knew it was going to be Weasley that greeted him.

Ron looked him up and down with a frown. He eyed the roses with a smirk.

“Well, look who realized that he’s a fuck up, won’t you?”

Behind him, Draco heard the quick clip of Hermione’s approach.

“Ronald, move and let him in. Harry’s apoplectic in there.”

Ron stood aside, but his brows crinkled in worry. “What’s apoplectic? Will he be okay?” He turned to Draco. “You’d better hope he’ll be okay.”

“Where is he?” Draco asked Hermione, ignoring Ron completely. Mainly because he couldn’t help but agree with the Weasel.

“He’s in the parlor,” she said gently. “He’ll be thrilled to see you.”

“I hope so,” Draco said as he rushed past Harry’s best friends.

Draco entered the room as if he were walking on newly formed ice, roses held in front. Harry was sitting on the sofa, eyes turned towards the window. His back was straight and stiff, his eyes red and puffy. He looked abjectly miserable. Draco forgot his composure completely and ran to his side.

“Harry! I am so sorry! I’m such an arse!”

Harry’s stress stiffened body collapsed at once, and the tears started anew. He turned towards Draco, wringing his hands.

“No, love, I’m the arse! Please, tell me what I did that you’d think I would ever need someone other than you?”

“Oh, Harry,” Draco sighed. He threw the roses on the coffee table and took Harry’s face in his hands, wiping away tears with his thumbs. “You’ve done nothing. You’re perfect, more than I deserve!”

“Draco, don’t say that!” Harry cried, reaching up and stroking Draco’s face. “I love you so much! I only wanted to surprise you!”

Draco rained kisses on Harry’s face. “I know, sweetie, I know. You are the best, most perfect husband a man could ask for, and I am a cruel, heartless, insecure bastard!”

“No, love, you’re the most perfect, most wonderful, kindest—”

“Oh, bloody hell!” Ron yelled from the hallway.

“Ronald!” came Hermione’s voice. “Don’t you dare!”

But Ron burst into the room anyway. “You’re both a bunch of sodding idiots. Merlin, I have never heard such nauseating prattle in all my life. Malfoy, Harry couldn’t possibly love you more than he does, though for the life of me I can’t understand why. Harry, Malfoy loves you and realizes that he’s been an unappreciative baby! Look, he even brought flowers for you!”

“Don’t say that about Draco, Ron,” Harry warned.

“No, Harry, he’s right,” Draco said quietly.

This was so shocking a proclamation that both Harry and Ron stared at Draco, mouths open wide. Hermione even stuck her head in the door.

“He is,” Draco said softly.

“Well. There you have it. Now will the two of please get out of here and stop with the mush before I throw up?”

Harry and Draco turned and grinned at one another, albeit sheepishly.

“You know, Harry, that may be the best idea the Weasel has ever had.”

“Yes, it really might be,” Harry grinned.

The two men met in a heated kiss.

“Blimey! Vomiting now!” Ron shouted, throwing his hands in the air. Hermione pulled him back into the hall.

Draco pulled away from Harry and touched their foreheads together.

“Are we okay?”

Harry smiled. “We’re perfect. Wanna see your cottage?”

“I’d love to.”

Harry pulled a small silk bag from his pocket. He pressed it between his fingers, and soon the ornate handle of an ancient key emerged from the top.

“Not only is this the key to the front door, it’s a one-time Portkey. On three?”

Draco leaned forward and positioned his fingers over the handle. “One…”

“Two…” Harry said.

“Three!” they said in unison.

With a whoosh, they disappeared.

**

The first thing Draco registered was the quiet. He could hear the wind rustling through the flowers and the sound of twigs creaking under the weight of birds and squirrels. Having instinctively closed his eyes as they traveled through the air, he now opened them with a gasp.

The cottage was tiny, only slightly larger than Hagrid’s hut at Hogwarts had been, but it was gorgeous. The windows were diamond-shaped leaded glass that twinkled in the sun; the door was bright red and rounded at the top, and partially hidden under a thick bough of honeysuckle that sweetened the air; and, to Draco’s utter delight, the roof was thatched. It looked like a perfect fairly tale dream.

Draco raised his fist to his mouth. He turned to Harry, eyes wide, completely speechless.

Harry’s face fell. “You don’t like it.”

“Are you mad? It’s the best place I’ve ever seen!” Draco grabbed Harry and kissed him hard. “Take me inside,” he said against Harry’s lips.

Harry swept him off his feet and carried him to the door. With one foot, he gently pushed it open and crossed the threshold, Draco in his arms. There was an old fashioned iron stove, a small fireplace with two rocking chairs in front of it, a table for two made from a hoary slab of oak, and a window that looked out over the side garden. Draco could see another small room off to the side.

“Is that bedroom?”

“Yup.”

He kissed Harry again. “Take me in there.”

Harry carried him in. A huge bed, also made from old oak, took up most of the room. It was layered with old blankets and a brand new quilt with interlocking rings. There was another window overlooking the garden, an armoire tucked in one corner, and a dressing table with a large mirror tucked in the other. There was a gorgeous silk screen affixed across the corner closest to them, and behind it, Draco could see a large, claw foot tub.

“Mrs. Weasley made that quilt for us. It’s a wedding quilt. She wanted to give it to us when we got married, but she was so busy with Fleur’s and Ginny’s new babies, she only just now had the chance to finish it.”

“Harry, the place is beautiful. But…” Draco’s eyes darted around the room.

Harry laughed. “There is a loo out back for now. We’ll have to have one put in. We can fill the tub up with water from the well, though, and spell it hot.”

Draco shook his head. “No. I like it the way it is. It’s our place. I don’t want to change it at all. Besides, it’ll be fun to watch you run out to the loo in your pants during winter.”

“Really?” It was clear Harry was surprised.

“Really.”

Harry lowered Draco to the ground and wrapped his arms around him. “You know I love you, right?”

“I will never doubt you again, Harry. I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am that I ever did.”

“You’d better not. Doubt me again, that is.”

Draco pushed himself against Harry and lowered his eyes. “Why don’t you show me how much you love me? Just to make sure I really understand.”

Harry grinned and walked Draco back to the bed. “That, Malfoy, may be the best idea you’ve ever had,” he said, pushing Draco on to his back.

As they came together, only the squirrels, birds and rabbits heard Draco’s cries and Harry’s soft declarations of devotion.

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profmckitten's stories pwn my &hearts . For serious...

Today's Drabble

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 23:22:24 GMT

Okay, first off -thank you so much for the amazing prompts! Wow, some of them were like stories in and of themselves. I know I won't get to all of them, but I'll do what it takes to get going again so I can finish Vertigo and my proper gift!fics.

And thank you kindly for all your lovely comments; hopefully I'll get a chance to respond to them this evening and maybe do another drabble. In the meantime, here's one I - HA! YES! - wrote at work! Damn the man for trying to keep the HD lovin' down!

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Prompt by frances_veritas: Bottom!Draco and Jealous!Harry in a theme park or a fair. Harry gets jealous when a guy starts flirting with Draco...

"Oooh, are you going to win me a stuffed animal now?" Draco asked, as he and Harry approached the gaudy booth, which was advertised by a large, hand-written sign that read Ball Toss - Only Two Tickets!.

"Abso-bloody-lutely," Harry responded, amused. It had taken most of the morning just for Harry to convince his pureblood boyfriend to shuck the robes and put on a pair of trousers. Getting Draco to go to this little Muggle carnival had taken nearly two hours more. Now, however, Draco actually seemed to be enjoying himself - or, at least, the two extra-large batches of pink fairy floss in his hands.

It was late in the evening, and as the air cooled the lines had dwindled. Rubbish tumbled about the muddy fairgrounds, sticking in small piles around the garishly coloured tents. The small, beady-eyed man behind the counter of the Ball Toss booth watched them approach, an eager glint in his eyes as he sized up his potential customers.

"Step right up lads, step right up! Three rubber balls, only two tickets! Get one ball through the hoop and you take home a prize - couldn't be easier."

Harry suspected that it probably could be easier, and a lot easier at that, as these carnival games were always rigged. However, as he watched Draco's eyes light up as they scanned the shelves of prizes, Harry knew he'd have to try.

"I want that one!" the blonde exclaimed, pointing awkwardly around his fairy floss to the second shelf. "Harry, will you win me that big, green snake?"

"What? No!" Harry protested, handing the carnival man two tickets and accepting three red rubber balls in exchange. "If I win, you're getting that gold lion on the shelf above."

Draco made a face. "I don't want the lion; he's all fluffy. I want the big snake, Harry."

"I've got a snake you might like to see."

Both Harry and Draco's heads whipped around to see a short, seedy-looking middle-aged man, who'd just sidled up next to Draco.

"You've got a snake?" Draco asked, looking adorably confused. "Here at the fair?"

Harry wasn't sure he liked this man, and he was pretty sure he didn't like this man talking to Draco. He tensed, shooting the man a suspicious look.

"Hey now, hey now, lad, you're holding up the line!" the carnival man protested, though the line bit might have been wishful thinking. "Get throwing or get going."

Harry shook off his suspicions and prepared to throw. After all, Draco was always telling him that he was too quick to get jealous and that his protective instincts were over-active. Maybe the man really did have a snake. He shouldn't be so worried.

"I certainly do," the man said, and it sounded a bit too amused for Harry's liking. "A very big snake. Would you like me to show it to you?"

WHOOSH. The red ball Harry had just thrown went wide of the hoop by over a foot.

"Harry, that wasn't even close!" Draco said in surprise.

"Sorry," Harry said, covertly giving the man a dirty look. He grabbed his second ball and aimed at the hoop.

"So where is this snake of yours?" Draco asked the man curiously.

"Oh, I've got it right here," the man said suggestively. "I know you'd love to see it. Maybe you'd even like to touch it."

WHOOSH. Again, Harry's throw missed by a mile.

"You almost had it!" the carnival man said encouragingly. "You're a natural at this. And remember, you can always buy more balls if you miss."

Harry took a deep breath. He's not hitting on Draco. That slimey pervert is really a snake enthusiast. That's all...

He picked up his last ball and tried to focus on the hoop. Next to him, he heard Draco speak again.

"What kind of snake is it?"

"It's a very rare breed," the man said, sounding like he was leering. "Let me whisper the name in your ear."

Harry cluched the ball so tightly his knuckles turned white. A moment later, he heard Draco's quiet gasp of surprise.

"Well, that must be a rare breed!" the blonde exclaimed, with the honest innocence of a pureblood who grew up wearing robes and far from Muggles. "I've never heard of the one-eyed trouser snake."

WHAM!

The red rubber ball left Harry's hand like a bolt of lightning and smacked the sleazy, snake-loving pervert square in the middle of the forehead. It hit him so hard that the man stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. The ball bounced off his forehead, onto the counter, and into the hoop.

"And we have a winner!" the carnival man said loudly, catching the attention of a few passerbys. "Simple game, easy-as-pie, winners all day long! Step right up folks and get your prize."

The sleazy man in the mud took one look at Harry's face and bolted, one hand clutched gingerly to the red mark on his forehead.

Draco sighed loudly. "Harry," he hissed, grabbing Harry's shirt sleeve and yanking him close. "What in Salazar's name did you do that for?! You jealous, ridiculously macho Gryffindor, he was only -"

"A one-eyed trouser snake is a cock, Draco."

Draco's eyes widened, and he shut his mouth. A moment later, a pink blush spread across his cheeks. "Oh," he said, sounding very embarrassed.

Before Harry could wrap him up in a reassuring hug like he wanted to do, the carnival man interrupted them.

"So, lad, what will it be?"

Right, the prize. Harry cleared his throat. "I'll take the big green sna -"

"The gold lion. The fluffy one."

Harry looked at Draco in surprise. Draco shrugged, smiling shyly as the carnival handed him the soft, over-sized toy. "Sometimes, even snakes need lions."

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Heading off now; hopefully more later!

&hearts y'all
jen

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EDIT: Sorry, no more drabbles tonight (I gots to get my sleep), but tomorrow I'll give it another go - more quick and dirty drabbles for the author in need of HD therapy.

Thanks!

Drabbles!

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 03:25:06 GMT

Many, many thanks to my lovelies who read my plea of a stuffy, proper, and boring work-burnt brain and threw me some prompts for drabbles!

(These are just for fun, because I've been having such a hard time writing proper fic and I wanted to write short, quick, possibly very crappy drabbles to remind myself that there is writing beyond the pages of non-fiction and technical crap I write everyday. See this post for more detailed whining.)

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Prompt by chlorate: The first time Harry says "I love you" (with sap).

Fuck, this shouldn’t be so hard to say! Harry thought to himself as he listened to Draco talk animatedly about his day. Three words. I can say three bloody words.

“And so I said, real? As if. I can see your ugly roots from here.”

But what if I say them wrong? Harry swallowed nervously. I’ve never said them before! What if I fuck this up?

“And he was all, oh no you didn’t.”

It’s three words! You won’t fuck it up!

“And I was all, oh yes I did.”

Just say it!

“And he was like bitch, please, and I was like oh yeah, your mum, and then he –”

“Draco – Iloveyou.”

And from the startled but brilliant smile that suddenly lit up Draco’s face, Harry knew he’d said it right.

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Prompt by enablelove: Draco wants something new and asks Harry for Parselsmut.

“Where are we going?” Harry asked curiously, as Draco led him down the hall.

“To the bedroom. Can’t you tell?”

“No,” Harry responded, and Draco suspected he was rolling his eyes beneath the heavy black cloth that covered them. “You blindfolded me.”

“That I did,” Draco confessed solemnly, carefully guiding his boyfriend over the threshold of their bedroom. He caught sight of the room he’d painstakingly decorated, and his mouth began to water.

“Why did you blindfold me?” Harry whined, turning his head this way and that, obviously unsure of where Draco was standing. “You know I like to watch you.”

Draco licked his lips. Instead of answering, he positioned Harry on the edge of the bed where he’d have an excellent view of the new décor.

“Voila!” he said dramatically, as he ripped the blindfold off of Harry’s face. His grin became a wicked smirk as he watched Harry’s wide eyes take in the animated paintings of snakes that now covered nearly every inch of the walls.

“I’ve got this little kink I’ve been meaning to mention…”

“No sssssshit,” came Harry’s strangled reply.

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H/D drabble therapy! I'll do a couple more tomorrow (whatever it takes to get this stupid brain of mine working again).

Thanks y'all!
jen

Hot Boys, Awards and Pimping

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 01:43:18 GMT

Hi y'all,

1. New background images! Time to use your imagination, kids, and pretend that Boyd Holbrook and Kevin Zegers are not actually a hot American model and a sexy Canadian actor - they're grown-up British wizards!

(Okay, okay. They're a hot American model and a sexy Canadian actor who happen to be a blonde and a messy-haired brunet with green eyes. Eye candy = a perfectly valid reason to create an LJ background.)

Many, many thanks to everyone who supplied links to extremely hot guys as possible older!Dracos and older!Harrys, and special thanks to insurgentdraff and tracy_loo_who for the pictures I'm currently using. *licks*

2. Anyone looking for a challenge or a cool reason to write fic? There are still a few (and only a few!) spaces left at hp_tarot. Prompts come from the different cards of the tarot deck, and you can write or draw for any pairing or character. There are already 85 of us; go and stake your claim here!

(I'm doing The Fool, and - surprise, surprise - a Harry/Draco pairing ;). )

3. The Veela Enigma was voted the winner in the "Veela" category at The Sorting Hat, a Harry Potter thematic fanfiction awards site. Thank you so much to The Sorting Hat, to lothy and painless_j for organizing, and to everyone who participated!

4. Next time, on jennavere's public lj: fics recs and updates!

jen &hearts

Fic Rec!

Thu, 07 Sep 2006 22:15:49 GMT

Delicious, yummy, snuggly, sweet, sexy fic to rec!

Title: Starfuckers
Author: rubymoth.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry cannot stop longing for Draco; knowing Draco won't ever look his way, he seeks help for his unrequited condition. Draco is suffering the same problem. The cure is simple, but when it comes to dating, things are not so easy for the Malfoy Heir and the Boy Who Lived.

Read it at Ruby's website or The Hex Files.

So hot. So good.

jen

New Fanart, SQUEE!

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 17:01:37 GMT

Hi y'all:

I've got to share two awesome new pieces of fanart. First, this comic, which is comes from the scene in chapter 2 (NC-17) of Intrepid Teenage Hero, where Blaise and Harry are talking about Harry's little tryst with Draco. It's brilliant; really funny and cute. I love the little comic!Harry and comic!Blaise; their expressions are priceless!

Check out her whole website here!

Also, I got this adorable picture of Kitty!Draco from nasssty_slyth:

And the matching icon!
*would point, but is dead from cute*

Thank you SO much! I love you guys!
jen

Coming Up...

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 03:14:53 GMT

Hi y'all,

Just a general note about what you can expect to see from me on the fanfiction front over the next few weeks (in expected order):

1. A Mystery/Humour gift!fic for samaelthekind, tentatively titled The Unusual Suspects. Based on the prompts Leaving Feast/farewell parties and naked bodies painted in House colours.

2. The return of the wanton petting slut, kitty!Draco, in a sequel to profmckitten's gift!fic, Things That Go Meow In the Night, for areadyheart.

3. The conclusion of Vertigo with chapters 7 and 8 (to be posted simutaneously).

I can't give estimated dates, because I don't want to let anyone down if I miss them. I have two HUGE RL commitments coming up *wibble*, one at the end of September and another at the end of October, which may slow me down. But I'll do my best!

Thanks so much everyone!

&hearts jen

ps. The non-fanfic filter is all set. For now, I'm going to leave it open to all interested parties. If that means you, comment here and let me know.

On fandom and filters...

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 05:47:27 GMT

For interested parties, I've created a filter for my fandom-but-non-fanfiction-related posts. Essentially, it's for those who are interested in my musings/opinions/thoughts/rants above and beyond my fanfiction.

All fanfiction-related posts will be NON-FILTERED. If I post new fanfic, you'll see it here. If I have a rec, you'll see it here. If it has anything to do with updates to my fanfiction, you'll see it here.

Basically, if I think it's worth my f-list seeing...that's right, you'll see it here. Unfiltered.

If you commented to this post then I already added you, and you should be able to see the test-post. If you haven't yet been added and would like to be, comment below and I will add you to the filter (tomorrow, because right now I'm going to bed :) ).

To be added, you need to FRIEND ME FIRST. If you commented to this post but you can't see the filtered post, you probably haven't been added yet because you haven't friended me, so friend away!

(That goes for everyone. You are always welcome to friend this journal, especially if you are interested in my fanfiction).

Merci beaucoup, everyone!
love jen &hearts

Your mission, should you choose to accept it...

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 02:01:39 GMT

Whether you're an author, a beta, a fangirl or simply a lurker, take a moment to read calanthe_fics's (aka Calanthe, author of the HD masterpiece Big Dick, Come Quick) article, For Beta or For Worse. It's funny, insightful, and an ultimately incredibly helpful guide to the beta/author relationship.

And, as if she hasn't already done enough for the fandom, calanthe_fics has begun research for an article on constructive criticism. Go give your input at this poll!

So to recap:

Kick-ass article: For Beta or For Worse

Concrit Poll: here

Thanks, y'all!
jen

calanthe_fics for president!

ps. see all my pretty new icons thanks to areadyheart?

Oh My Giddy Aunt.

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 22:55:43 GMT

ZOMG.

Someone (some lovely, anonymous person) has gifted me with two months of paid lj account!

Thank you so much, mystery person!!11!!1!XD!I<3U!!<3<3<3!!1! *scrambles off to play with new features*

Userpics...must find more userpics...any suggestions of where to go (communities, etc.)?

jen

Sorry, what? Did you say fic? What is this fic of which you speak? You say I'm supposed to be writing right now? Are you sure? Because I think I got this memo that said go play with your livejournal...

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EDIT: It was areadyheart! You ROCK, sweetie. For serious. *sends mad love and snuggles to your way*

Vertigo 6!

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 23:46:03 GMT

After a shameful amount of time, broken promises and general hair-tearing-outness, I FINALLY have updated Vertigo at Skyehawke with Chapter 6: Here Kitty, Kitty...!

Don't everyone die at once from the shock, y'all.

Chapter Warnings: Sexual content. Don't click that link if you're not ready for R-rated content.

Also, the chapter is 15,700 words long. Simply huge. Longer than SWSS. I know it doesn't make up for the wait, but you know...lots to read and all that. So yeah, don't click the link if you don't have a few spare minutes :).

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Chapter 6: Here Kitty, Kitty...

"…are you INSANE, Harry?!"

"Hermione, please, he's still sleeping!"

Draco reluctantly cracked open one eye as two voices permeated his consciousness...

Click the Aston to read more!

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In other news, I haven't created any personal filters yet because 1) I was writing a 15,000 word chapter, and 2) a 100+ person filter is, well, a big filter (I was honestly expecting like...thirty people. Tops. Not that I'm complaining *is flattered*). It may take me awhile. But I'm not going to do it secretly and leave anyone out, so no worries.

Next Update: a gift!fic for samaelthekind which was promised quite awhile ago. And I'm learning my lesson about promising things by certain times, so I'm just going to say it'll be up when it's done :) thanks for waiting, love!

Apologies to those who did not get responses to their comments - sometimes, it's either respond or write, and it was about time I updated. Thanks for your understanding!

Okay, that's all for now (unless anyone wants to hear me wibble about how insecure I am that this chapter may suck *whinewhine* angst is hard *wibble* the chapter's too long *whinewhinewibble* I can't write emotions *whine*.

Just kidding :). I'll spare you. Much love to y'all!

jen

EDIT: Made the link an Aston Vanquish because...yeah. It's in the chapter. And it's hot.