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A sexy H/D must read
Sep. 7th, 2012 11:29 pmI just read this Beltane fic and had to rec it for this com.
Title:
Liath Earrach
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco, minor Harry/George, Harry/OMC, past Draco/Fred.
Word count: 16,620
Summary: “You like it,” Malfoy whispered in his ear, his breath hot and full of sin, causing a shiver to run down his spine at the unexpected thrill. “You still want me don’t you?”
I loved this story there are two parts to it and it is one sexy story. The build up between Harry and Draco is lovely and the characters are ic. Their banter is fun I also love all the side characters. The sex is hot hot hot of coarse.
A small excerpt....The open window let in a cool gust of hair and he shivered, the wind running across his skin like a lovers caress, bringing goose bumps to the surface. He waved his hand, a cleaning spell muttered under his breath, before dropping his head into his hands, and his elbows to his legs. It was the same dream he had been having for the past month. Except it was not a dream, it was a memory. A memory of the Beltane celebration he had observed at a gay Wizarding club in Glasgow last year.
Title:
Liath Earrach
Author:
autoRating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco, minor Harry/George, Harry/OMC, past Draco/Fred.
Word count: 16,620
Summary: “You like it,” Malfoy whispered in his ear, his breath hot and full of sin, causing a shiver to run down his spine at the unexpected thrill. “You still want me don’t you?”
I loved this story there are two parts to it and it is one sexy story. The build up between Harry and Draco is lovely and the characters are ic. Their banter is fun I also love all the side characters. The sex is hot hot hot of coarse.
A small excerpt....The open window let in a cool gust of hair and he shivered, the wind running across his skin like a lovers caress, bringing goose bumps to the surface. He waved his hand, a cleaning spell muttered under his breath, before dropping his head into his hands, and his elbows to his legs. It was the same dream he had been having for the past month. Except it was not a dream, it was a memory. A memory of the Beltane celebration he had observed at a gay Wizarding club in Glasgow last year.