The mistletoe, when Harry looked for it, was in a smoking ruin, a small pile of blackened leaves and vine.
This image isn't nearly as disturbing as it should be. Clearly, the flames of their passion incinerated the blinkin' shrub. Nice job, that.
I love how Harry thought everything through and decided to let Draco sink or swim on his own merits, without holding the past against him.
Oh, it's Draco's fault when stories get out of control like that. He did it to me, the wanker. I started out writing a SHORT story about Harry and Snape breaking up. Draco stuck his aristocratic nose into it and before I knew it they were dating and getting MARRIED. Yikes. It was fun to write, tho.
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Date: 2006-02-04 01:54 am (UTC)This image isn't nearly as disturbing as it should be. Clearly, the flames of their passion incinerated the blinkin' shrub. Nice job, that.
I love how Harry thought everything through and decided to let Draco sink or swim on his own merits, without holding the past against him.
Oh, it's Draco's fault when stories get out of control like that. He did it to me, the wanker. I started out writing a SHORT story about Harry and Snape breaking up. Draco stuck his aristocratic nose into it and before I knew it they were dating and getting MARRIED. Yikes. It was fun to write, tho.