There's a picture that's hanging in the back of my head,

Shelter Under Water

2009-08-05T19:14:43Z

Kentucky has not had good luck in the past year with weather. We had both a devastating wind storm and ice storm in the past 12 months and just yesterday we had record breaking rainfall. Much of Louisville was flooded-- including our metro animal shelter.

My sister used to work for Metro and when she realized how much flooding was happening she rushed out to help the evacuation effort. I'll link the 2 news articles I've found but basically they were overwhelmed and understaffed in this giant move. At least 10 kittens died and one dog. Now they've begun the task of re-identifying the animals and cleaning up the shelter. If you can any money that you can donate to our shelter, please do. This was a tragedy that no one expected-- we're normally in a drought this time of year!

Flood Information: http://www.whas11.com/video/index.html?nvid=386076

Animal Shelter Information: http://www.whas11.com/news/local/stories/whas11-topstories-090804-animals-drown.abab2c20.html

Link to Donate to Metro: http://www.louisvilleky.gov/AnimalServices/flooding_donations.htm

Thank you guys so much. I hope they can clean the shelter up right. They have little funding as it is.

**Also, we lost about 10,000 books at our main library as well. If there is any donation information posted, I will pass it on. As of right now The website for the Louisville Free Public Library is down.***

EDIT: THE LIBRARY IS ACCEPTING DONATIONS BUT ONLY BY MAIL.
http://www.libraryjournal.com/article/CA6674818.html?desc=topstory
The damage is quoted at about a million dollars but no one knows for sure yet.

Harry Potter Song Prompted Fics

2009-08-05T02:05:53Z

This is my collection of song prompted drabbles and ficlets. I've written these over the past few days and their multi-pairing (with several Harry/Draco) but all are pretty tame except the Ginny/Draco one. All the pairings are labelled and all the songs are linked in case you're interested in hearing the inspiration. Please go easy on me, these were written in a lot of different situations.

** Also, I have no power right now due to flash flooding and severe storms in Kentucky, so I apologize if this cluttered your F-List while I tried to fix the cut. The internet is patchy since I'm stealing from a neighbor.

Song Prompt: Fairy Tale by Sara Bareilles
Word Count: 412
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Harry/Draco

Ginny Weasley had spent her entire young life in love with Harry Potter. She’d heard his name ever since she was born-- The-Boy-Who-Lived, the one who vanquished the Dark Lord. Harry Potter was the God of the wizarding world. He was absolutely perfect in every way. Her brief glimpse of him at Platform 9 ¾ when she was ten years old was enough to cultivate a type of obsessive love that flourished when she finally came to Hogwarts.

Year after year, Harry defeated evil. He was still perfect to her. She blithely ignored his faults—such as his temper ad recklessness. Ginny loved him. He was her own personal Prince Charming.

She never noticed the way he obsessed over Draco Malfoy. He was kissing her and he wanted her. Draco Malfoy wasn’t even a blip of her radar.

Years after the final battle, years after Hogwarts, his flaws became more apparent. His temper burned hotter with each unhappy year and even though he never hurt her or their children, his anger always scorched her. He was disinterested in her as well—they’d stopped having sex after Lily was born and it seemed like Harry didn’t even notice.

Ginny wasn’t sure what had happened to her fairy tale. Her Prince Charming had turned out to be a very normal human being and the magic had fizzled. She had three children and a husband she no longer knew. At 27 years old, Ginny was afraid to start over. Then she saw them.

One bleak day she decided to surprise Harry at his office at the Ministry. She opened the door and peeked inside—only to gasp and slap a hand over her mouth. Harry was not alone in his office. Draco Malfoy was straddling Harry’s lap and their mouths was fused. Desperate hands grappled with their clothes and soft moans met her ears. With tears brimming in her eyes, Ginny gently pulled the door closed once again. She waited a moment to see if they had noticed her but the minutes passed, only punctuated by stifled groans. A soft cry of despair wrenched from her throat and she sank back against the wall until she slid to the floor.

Ginny Weasley had loved Harry Potter her whole life. Now it seemed like it was time to mend her story and stop being the damsel in distress. She didn’t need a Prince Charming anymore. She needed a better happy ending—and Harry had already found his.

Song Prompt: I Touch Myself by The Divinals
Word Count: 228
Pairing: Harry/Draco

Draco looked down at his tented trousers angrily. He felt betrayed by his body as it responded to the proximity of Potter. The two of them had been arguing quite spectacularly when Potter had stepped into his personal space. The effect had been instantaneous. Draco felt all of the blood in his body rush southward and his trousers were suddenly too tight. For a moment everything had frozen—then Potter spat one more insult and strode away.

Draco stood stock still until Potter was out of sight-- then he rushed into the nearest lavatory. He locked the door behind him, looked under all of the stalls to check for witnesses, the dropped his pants without ceremony,

His erection was hot and heavy in his hand and he gasped with her stroked it from base to tip. Draco set a brutal pace, desperately ignoring the image of Potter in his mind. He could remember his flushed face, sparkling eyes and heaving chest.

“Fuck.” Draco swore as he felt heat building at the base of his spine.

Draco was so fucked. He could not afford to be attracted to Potter.

Potter with his green eyes and natural grace on a broomstick.

His ability to save the world.

Draco bit his lip to hold back his groan as his orgasm rushed over him.

“Potter…” He whispered weakly.

He was so fucked.

Song Prompt: If You Want It To Be Good Girl (Get Yourself A Bad Boy) by The Backstreet Boys
Word Count: 487
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Ginny

Ginny rolled her eyes dramatically as Harry doused the lights. He was so predictable, so old fashioned I his ideas about sex. He always turned the lights out, he always pressed her gently against the bed and he ALWAYS stuck to missionary position. Ginny moaned automatically as his calloused hands groped at her breast then grumbled down her stomach to lightly grasp her hips. He muttered a sheath charm then thrusted inside of her.

Ginny resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. She did sigh gustily tough and Harry took it as appreciation. Ginny wanted to enjoy it. She wanted to NEED Harry. She was going to marry him after all. She wasn’t stupid. The naïve boy loved her and she wasn’t going to pass on The-Boy-Who-Lived. She had resigned herself to bad, clumsy sex for the rest of her life. Maybe she’d have an affair or too but she’d decided to be mostly devoted to her famous husband.

Speaking of affairs—Ginny cast her mind back to the last run-in with Draco Malfoy. He’d passed her in the hallways and after one burning glance, turned around and slammed her against the wall. Ginny’s head had bumped sharply against the stones but the pain fled her when Malfoy’s hand slipped under her skirt. He chuckled lowly when he felt that she was already wet from being thrown against the wall. Suddenly Malfoy flipped her around and held her tight against the wall. The force caused her clothed breasts to brush and press against the rough stones and she moaned softly. Malfoy shoved her panties to the side and grabbed her hand.

“Hold yourself open for me, Weasley.” Draco growled.

Ginny grasped her damp panties and spread her legs wider. She heard Draco unbuckle his belt and pop the zip on his trousers. A brush of air against the back of her neck was all the warning she received before he thrusted into her.

Ginny wailed and pressed back against each thrust. Malfoy reached p and grabbed her ponytail and yanked it—forcing her head back and exposing her neck to his teeth. Ginny had to brace both of her hands against the wall as his thrusts became rougher, his body slamming into hers. She could feel her orgasm building and she cried out when Draco’s thrusts hit her g-spot. Then it was over and she was convulsing, crying out as her release crested.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” Ginny gasped as she came, clutching Harry tight against her.

“Ginny…” Harry groaned in response as he spilled inside of her.

Then he rolled off her carefully then draped his arms around her.

“I love you, Gin.” Harry whispered sleepily.

“Love you too.” Ginny replied as she rolled over and closed her eyes.

She knew what the problem was—if she wanted good sex, she needed a bad boy. Harry was perfect to marry but Malfoy was perfect to fuck.

Song Prompt: Watch Over Me by Hanson
Word Count: 568
Pairing: Harry/Severus

It had started out as something Severus felt he had to do. His memory of Lily Evans had to be upheld and he had to protect her son. As time went on though, it became less of a chore and more of a habit. Every time he walked into a room his eyes scanned the room for messy hair and burning green eyes. It was his duty, he believed, to protect the boy from harming himself and others.

Severus took failure hard. He didn’t keep Harry’s name from being put into the Goblet of Fire. He didn’t keep Harry from running off to the Ministry and he did not keep Harry from watching Dumbledore die. All of the failure hurt Severus the most and he was relieved when the war was finally over. The fool boy had survived and Voldemort was dead. Severus no longer had to protect him, watch over him, save him from constant harm. It took several months for it to truly sink in—but finally Severus realized that without his appointed duty, he was at a loss.

It was this feeling of loss and confusion that allowed him to finally give his resignation to Minerva. The war was fought, Albus was dead and Severus found no reason for him to be at Hogwarts anymore. It was that night, while packing, that he was startled out of his reverie by a knock at the door.

“Hullo Professor. Headmistress McGonagall told me that you’re retiring.” Harry blurted out in a rush as soon as the door opened.

“And what does that have to do with you at my door at this godforsaken hour?” Severus asked archly.

“I just wanted to thank you, for everything. For taking care of me and for helping me kill that bastard.” Harry grinned up at him and Severus felt his heart constrict in his chest. It was the first time he’d ever seen those wide green eyes without hatred clouding them

“You’re welcome Potter.” Severus murmured.

“Did you do it for my mum?” Harry cocked his head sideways and Severus ushered him into the room to discourage eavesdroppers.

“At first, yes I did. As the years went by, I did it because no matter how much you infuriate me, I didn’t want you to die. I wanted you to survive, kill the Dark Lord and move on with your life.” Severus answered softly.

Harry stared at the older man for a long moment, his eyes brows knitted together as if he were working out a very complicated arithimancy problem. Then his forehead cleared and he stepped closer to Severus and gently cupped his chin (though he had to stand on tip-toe to see eye to eye with the older man.)

“Thank you…Severus.” Harry whispered before pressing their mouths together.

The kiss was sweet and gentle with none of the urgency and recklessness that Severus normally attributed to the brash Gryffindor. But then, as soon as it had begun, it was over and Harry was backing out of the room.

“We’re both leaving Hogwarts, Severus. Maybe we’ll see each other out there.” Harry smiled one last time then he was gone.

Severus stared at the door way for a very long time, wondering if it had been a dream. Then he realized that no matter how much work Harry had been to keep alive, he was profoundly thankful he’d watched over him.

Song Prompt: I Drive Myself Crazy by Nsync
Word Count: 551
Pairing: Luna/Neville

Neville turned over in bed angrily. It was nearly three in the morning and Neville still hadn’t fallen asleep. It was all Ron’s fault he thought darkly. That evening at dinner, Neville had made an off-handed comment about being interested in Luna Lovegood. The only people listening to him had been Hermione, Ron and Harry so he wasn’t afraid of talking openly with them. Ron had guffawed loudly and asked why anyone would want to date Looney Lovegood—and that’s when Neville had snapped. He reminded them that they hadn’t been at Hogwarts last year and had no idea what it had been like. Neville hadn’t had very many people he trusted during that time and his two best friends had been Luna and Ginny.

Ron reacted predictably, his face went red and he argued that Neville had no business comparing Hogwarts to camping in the woods for months on end. The argument would have stretched on forever is Harry hadn’t have cleared his throat and glared at them both. Harry’s patience had a short fuse nowadays and both Neville and Ron were reluctant to provoke him further.

But now it was really late and Neville was very tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. With a heavy sigh he got out of bed and made his way out of the makeshift “8th year” dorm they were all staying in. He’d just exited the boys’ bedroom when he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the couch in front of him.

Luna was lying on the couch in her pajama with a thick book propped up on her knees and a pair of funky reading glasses perched on her nose. She’d fallen asleep midway through the tome and it was obviously about to slip off of her lap. Neville rushed forward quietly and plucked the book from her lax grip and sat it gently aside. Luna stirred in her sleep and Neville held his breath. Blue eyes fluttered open and Luna peered at him over the top of her spectacles.

“Neville?” She whispered softly, her voice lacking its usual whimsical property.

“Yeah, it’s me. You fell asleep out here.” He whispered back, taking a seat beside her slippered feet.

“I couldn’t sleep anymore so I came down here to read. I’ve been having trouble sleeping since…” She trailed off for a moment then smiled gently at him. “I suspect it’s the nargles.”

“Yeah, nargles have been keeping me awake too.” Neville returned her smile with one of his own. He knew that neither of them was truly talking about nargles anymore.

“Do you know what helps keep nargles away, Neville Longbottom?” Luna asked suddenly, he voice once again sounding normal.

“No, what?”

Luna sat up and rearranged herself so that she was pillowed against his chest. Neville automatically wrapped his arms around her still overly thin frame and held her close. She shivered slightly for a moment, but then relaxed in his arms.

“Can you sleep like this?” She asked him, looking up into his eyes.

“Of course. I’ll keep the nargles away from you.” He murmured against her forehead then he tucked her head under his chin. She was asleep against almost immediately and Neville held her the entire night. One never knew when nargles might strike.

Song Prompt: Strong Enough to Break by Hanson
Word Count: 268
Pairing: Harry/Draco

It was always the same. No matter how many steps Harry took forward, he always took three steps back. His whole life had been one giant fucking game of strategy and Dumbledore had played him well. So well that once the war was over and Harry had free reign over his life, he had no idea what to do. No one was telling him to move right or left so he just stayed still.

Now, there were still some contributing forces in his life. Hermione and Ron were pushing him towards the ministry and Auror training and Molly Weasley was throwing Ginny at him like some kind of bait. Harry was sick of it all. He was sick of the manipulations, sick of the games and sick to death of his own indecisiveness. It was embarrassing to be the poster-boy for Gryffindor bravery—but be too afraid to move on with his own life.

Harry wanted to rebel. He wanted to be strong enough to break free of all the people fighting for Dumbledore’s role as puppet master. He was provided his chance with Draco Malfoy, but in the sarcastic blond, he found something else entirely.
The first time he brought Draco along to the Burrow it was for shock value. The second time was sheer curiosity. The third was a genuine bit of like. By the fourth, Harry was a goner. Draco wormed his way into Harry’s heart and stayed there. He gave Harry the courage to make his own choices—even though he often berated these decisions.

Draco let Harry be himself, and that was enough.

Song Prompt: Love Story by Taylor Swift
Word Count: 127
Pairing: Harry/Draco

"Just say yes and put him out of his misery, Potter!" Pansy laughed, prompting Draco to glare at her.

Harry looked back and forth between Draco, who was kneeling beside his chair holding a set of beautiful silver rings, and their friends who were all grinning excitedly.

"You want to bond with me?" Harry was appalled to hear his voice crack and he cleared his throat self consciously.

Draco smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Of course I do, you idiot."

"Yes." Harry answered softly, leaning down to take the rings.

"It's about time!" Ron groaned thankfully.

Everyone agreed while the boys celebrated their engagement with a kiss. Now neither of them would ever have to be alone ever again because their love story had a happy ending.

Harry Potter Drabbles

2009-07-25T06:38:22Z

So I've had writers block so I decided to play a game with myself. I put my phone of shuffle and wrote little drabbles for the first 6 songs that I heard. These are not really connected but they can be if that's how you want to read them. It's totally up to you.

Title: Harry Potter Song Drabbles
Author: Magick
Rating: R overall, though only one drabble is naughty
Pairing: Harry/Draco for all 5
Warnings: Character death mentioned but it's only a drabble so it's not that graphic

Song Prompt: As Long As You Love Me by The Backstreet Boys

Word Count: 105

“Harry, do you ever ask yourself why you’re with me?” Draco asked, his eyes wide open in the dark bedroom.

“What’s wrong with you? Why would you ask me that?” Harry asked, his confusion apparent.

“Well, I mean, after the war and everything I’ve done to you, said to you… Why do you love me?” Draco bit his lip hard to keep it from quivering.

“Is this because of that prophet article?”

Draco nodded silently and Harry sighed.

“That was all a long time ago, Draco. You love me. At this point in my life, after watching so many people die, that’s all that matters.”

Song Prompt: Gravity by Sara Bareilles

Word Count: 140

Draco knew that Harry wasn’t asleep. The other mans shoulders were too tense, his spine too rigid for him to be sleeping. It had been a very long day of Ministry functions and Harry had gone to bed early with a “headache” but Draco knew better. Harry didn’t want anyone to see him when he finally broke down. Harry hated to cry, hated the fact that he needed to cry sometimes. Draco reached out and ran a tentative hand down Harry’s back. The brunette gave a shuddering sigh and Draco reached his own breaking point. With a muffled curse he wrapped his whole body around Harry, anchoring him in his grief. The effect was instantaneous. All of Harry’s fragile strength was gone and all that was left was the broken young man that Draco had come to know and love.

Song Prompt: Lucy by Hanson

Word Count: 214

“I think I made a mistake, Ron.” Harry mumbled, his speech impeded by all the alcohol he’d drunk.

“I doubt that, mate. You we’re right to leave that stupid ferret—I just can’t believe that you were ever dating that git in the first place.” Ron growled, taking a swig of his beer.

“He cried!” Harry moaned.

“He’s a poncy Slytherin, he was probably manipulating you.”

Suddenly the door to the Three Broomsticks flew open and Draco Malfoy stood silhouetted in the moonlight. Harry tried to hide behind his glass but Draco’s eyes fell right on him. The blonde stomped over to the bar and glared at Harry for a moment before swallowing thickly and sitting down between them.

“Hello Weasley, how are you this evening.” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Malfoy, what the fuck?” Ron asked, his eyes going wide.

“Harry, you wanted me to be nicer to your friends. You left me today because I wouldn’t be nicer to your friends. I’m making a fucking effort, so tell Weasley to do the same.” Draco growled.

Ron rolled his eyes when Harry’s smile took on a love sick quality. With a gusty sigh Ron held out his hand to Draco and tried to look friendly. It was going to be a long night.

Song Prompt: Yesterday by The Beatles

Word Count: 219

When Draco Malfoy fell in love with Harry Potter, he knew it wasn’t going to be easy. At first there was the constant barrage of hate mail, and the ridiculous group of paparazzi that followed him everywhere—but never in his wildest dreams did he believe that he’d have to deal with Harry Potter dying. The-Boy-Who-Lived was invincible, an unsinkable ship if you will. And yet, 25 years after the final battle, Harry Potter was dying. The 42 year old man was bed-ridden and his body shutting down due to a lingering bit of Dark Magic that had originated in his scar. Draco took care of him daily, kept him clean and fed but he knew that he was fighting an up-hill battle. Every time he looked at his lover’s gaunt face he was struck by the memories of how different everything had been when they were younger. It seemed like only yesterday that they were hexing each other in the hallways—then growing up and shagging each other in the hallways.

Draco sniffled and wiped the away the tears that had sprang into his eyes. With a soft sigh he reached out and stroked Harry’s soft hair. Draco Malfoy knew that loving Harry Potter was not going to be easy, but he was thankful for the chance anyways.

Song Prompt: Samson by Regina Spektor

Word Count: 124

“Beautiful.” Harry breathed as he pulled Draco’s shirt up and over his head.

“You always say that.” Draco flushed light pink and Harry couldn’t stop his grin.

“That’s because it’s true.” Harry murmured.

They fell back against the bed with a soft thump. Draco wiggled out of his jeans then helped Harry out of his. Their movements were practiced and completely in sync. Draco reached out and grabbed the bottle of lube while Harry positioned himself between his splayed thighs.

“I love you.” Harry whispered.

“I loved you first.” Draco replied with a smirk.

Harry contemplated denial but knew that Draco was right. Instead he leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss that left no argument about how much Harry loved him.

Song Prompt: Stronger by Britney Spears

Word Count: 166

The day that Harry left Ginny had been spectacular. The fight had happened in the middle of Diagon Alley and the cost of repair had been over a thousand galleons. Apparently, Ginny had gotten it into her head that Harry needed her to take care of him. She mothered him in such a way that she even picked out his clothes. The row started when Harry was trying to decide what kind of ice cream he wanted that afternoon when Ginny suggest the fudge ripple. Harry exploded and told her that he could have whatever kind of ice cream he wanted, to which she replied that he was too indecisive for all that.

Well, that’s what happened according to the Daily Prophet. Draco didn’t ask questions when Harry showed up on his doorstep with a bottle of wine and a sexy grin. Draco didn’t even question the Gryffindor when he began stripping away his clothes. Obviously, Harry was much better off without Ginny in his life.

NEW GLASSES!

2009-07-04T06:42:36Z

I got new glasses! They are so awesome and I love them! Here's some pictures.

THEY'RE BLUE ON THE INSIDE!!

Yay! Now stay tuned for more Speed Pr0nz!

Speed Pr0nz #1

2009-07-02T07:03:57Z

Title: A Lost Wager
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompts: Lost a Bet and this picture:

"Pay up Potter-- you lost." Draco smirked evilly as Harry's face paled.

The two boys had made a bet on the last quidditch game of the season. If Gryffindor won then Draco had to be his slave for a week. If Slytherin won... then Harry was at Draco's mercy for one evening. But in that one evening, Draco was allowed to touch him in any manner that was not violet. Harry's stomach dropped to his toes when he remembered how Draco had snatched the golden snitch from right beneath his nose. He had been distracted by the lewd discourse Draco had kept up throughout the game and in that crucial moment, Harry failed to capture the snitch.

"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked nervously.

"Come closer." Draco commanded.

Harry took a cautious step closer to the Slytherin. He raised his chin to look Draco in the eye-- only to have the blonde suddenly reach out and fist both his hands in Harry's shirt. Then Harry was jerked off his feet as Draco dragged him closer and slammed their mouths together. The kiss was brutal and Harry vaguely tasted blood. He stood rigid while Draco pressed bodily against him, but then something changed. Draco's kiss softened and his tongue swiped gently at Harry's tightly closed lips. Harry opened obediently to him and Draco's tongue swooped into his mouth, claiming him instantly. A soft sound welled up in Harry's throat and Draco smirked against his lips.

"Do you like this, Potter?" He asked softly, trailing kisses across Harry's jaw and along his neck.

Harry did not answer verbally, but he did gasp when Draco nipped sharply at his earlobe.

"I think you do, Harry, but you're afraid to admit it to yourself. Your body doesn't lie though and right now it's telling me that you want this." Draco purred, running one pale hand down to cup Harry's growing erection.

"Malfoy, I..." Harry's protest died on his lips with Draco squeezed the bulge in his pants.

"I think you should call me Draco now." Draco murmured.

Harry nodded jerkily and it was all the consent Draco needed. With deft fingers he unlaced the bindings of Harry's quidditch uniform and let the garments fall to the ground. He urged Harry to lift his arms so that he could pull his undershirt off as well. This left Harry in only his boxers and the rosy flush that had spread out across his body.

It was very uncomfortable for Harry to stand still while Draco stared openly at him. The Gryffindor resisted the urge to cross his arms across his chest though, he wanted to seem at least a little bit confident. He was in a situation that he had no control over and no experience with. There was a sense of panic clamoring for attention somewhere deep in his brain but his stubbornness and blind bravery over-ruled the alarm. After what seemed like forever, Draco moved forward and dropped to his knees. Harry's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to question him but all that left was a moan when Draco fastened his mouth over his cloth clad erection.

"Fuck, Draco!" Harry cried, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"That's the general idea, Harry." Draco smirked, then quickly pulled Harry's boxers down to his feet. Harry's cock bounced back from the rough treatment and slapped his stomach, leaving a smear of pre-come.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to make it all better." Draco promised.

Harry was about to give him cheek in reply, but once more Draco took away his capacity for speech by sucking the head of his cock into his mouth.

Almost instantly, it was too much for Harry. The Gryffindor hadn't had much time for experimenting with sex, what with defeating Voldemort and all, so the experience was too new and too arousing for him. He tried to think of other things but it wasn't helping. With shaking hands he reached down and tugged at Draco's hair.

"I can't...I..." Harry gasped, his hips thrusting shallowly into Draco's welcome mouth.

Draco pulled away instantly and looked up at the brunette in concern.

"Do you not like it?" He asked softly, leaning forward lap at the vein that spanned the underside of Harry's cock.

"Fuck Draco, I was going to come in 2 minutes like some second year Hufflepuff." Harry rasped harshly.

"Really that's the idea Harry. I want you to come in my mouth." Draco emphasized his point by once again wrapping his lips around Harry's erection and hollowing his cheeks.

The suction felt even more extreme this time and Harry clung to Draco's hair for dear life. His entire being seemed to shrink down until nothing as left but his cock inside Dracos hot mouth. He could feel Draco's tongue pressing firmly against him and he could feel the pulsations of Draco's throat when he swallowed around him. Harry's orgasm began to build but it wasn't until he opened his eyes that it truly hit him. He looked down and saw Draco on his knees, his lips spread wide around his cock, Draco's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were nearly black with desire. Harry's arousal rocketed up instantly and when Draco winked up at him, Harry lost it. With a roar he came, spurting copiously down Draco's throat until the blonde was forced to back off of him to keep from choking. Once spent Draco licked him
clean--then allowed him to topple gracelessly into his lap.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Harry whispered, his body languid from his release.

"I want you to rest for a few minutes. We're in no hurry-- we have all night." Draco smirked as he cradled Harry's limp form close-- only to sigh with relief when the Gryffindor nuzzled his neck. Perhaps there would be more than one night.

Why I Chose My Own Parental Figure

2009-05-16T23:02:17Z

Ok, so this is quite a long story but I'll try to keep it short.

On Mother's Day my father came into O'Charleys and had breakfast. His total was $6.88 and when he left the tip it looked like he left 10 dollars. This is normal from parents. I've never seen anyone's parents come in and leave less than 10 dollars. So fast forward until yesterday when I have a voicemail from my father that says that O'Charleys over charged him $6.88 and that he was going to go up there and talk to someone about it.

I called him back and was like what are you talking about. Your check was %6.88 and you left me 10 dollars. And he told me that he did not leave me 10 dollars--he was rounding up to 10 dollars. Meaning my own father only wanted to leave me $3.12. I told him if it was that important to him I would give him $6.88.

So today I'm at work and I get a text saying "I am leaving Monday morning. When will I get the $?" (He's going to Tunica and is going to stay in a casino.) I texted him back incredulously. I asked him if 7 dollars was really that important to him and told him that I'd be at work all day. He responded with "Yes it is important. You saw the receipt before you sent it. Why would I give a ten dollar tip for a seven dollar meal? I am also upset about the 80 dollars."

To explain the 80 dollars I have to back up again. When I wrecked my car I called him for help. We needed someone to tow the car and when he called the tow place I tried to give him my debit card. He refused it and said he would pay for it because I'm his daughter. Later on Melissa's mom said that we may be able to claim the tow fee and get it back. He said that he didn't need it, he was just trying to help.

Fast-forward back to now and he's asking for it. his tow fee was not claimed because he said he didn't need it. We had to tow the car a second time and mom claimed that instead. Anyway, there only would have been 50 dollars returned since that is the max tow fee return.

Right now this just looks like he's being a tight ass. Here's the real clencher though. He gives my sister money. He just paid 150 dollars out of pocket so that she could get her depo shot. That shot is not necessary and according to her she had offered not to get it until we have insurance again. He paid for it so that she'd stop bitching about cramps. This is not the only time he's given her money. He gave her 300 dollars for her first car, mom gave her 300 dollars to help with her bills and just recently he gave her 2,600 to pay off her credit cards! I'm in debt too! I'm in college! I have to buy books and all that fun shit and he doesn't help me one bit! He hasn't bought me a thing since I got my own job when I was 17.

I'm done. He talks about me to my sister behind my back, asking her things like "Do you think she took my 7 dollars on purpose?" and "Do you think she's going to leave me with her college loan bills?" (which are in his name and I totally could.) I'm sick of his bullshit. He makes me feel like I'm not important to him. Ever since I was little, Amber has been the favorite. She gets better grades, she's prettier and she can get anything she wants. I'm left with whatever is lying around when they're done. I'm not talking to him anymore. he can take his money and choke on it--I'm out.

EDIT: When I came home I sat down next to Melissa's mom and said this.
Me: Mama, looks like you're the only parent I have left.
Mom: I thought I already was.
;) She loves me at least.

Harry Potter Anonymous Kink Meme

2009-03-09T20:07:41Z

Harry Potter Anonymous Kink Meme!

Attention all Harry Potter fanfiction fans and writers! If you're interested in finding lots of Harry Potter Porn then go to this meme! You can leave an anonymous comment with a kink you're interested in seeing or you can write a fic for a prompt that interests you. I've already written 3! It's fun and entertaining. So go flex your writing muscles or just read the ficcage that's already there. Please just go! We need more ficcage!

Harry Potter Anonymous Kink Meme

Car Wreck

2009-02-27T05:22:06Z

So, I wrecked my car today. Wait. I wrecked Melissa's first car-- the one her mother bought her. Let me tell you what happened.

I was on my way to school and I was getting onto the Gene Snyder. For those of you who have never been on this ramp, it is big and curvy and it has grates in it to run water off. These grates bump your car and typically makes my cd player skip. Well I hit one today at about 45-50 MPH which is normal for me but today it was a little wet out and after I hit the grate-- suddenly my wheel felt loose.

I was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My car hydroplanes sometimes but not like this. I totally lost control. I tried to hold the wheel straight like you're supposed to but after I hit the concrete wall on my left side I jerked the wheel and I spun around into the other lane and crashed into the other concrete wall. I hit all along the drivers side and I hit my head on the window. My hip is bruised and my arm will be. Apparently giant bruises take a while to show up.

My car might be totaled. We're not sure yet but the tow truck guy was the most worried about my back driver wheel. It was bent outwards and he said that alone might make it be considered totaled. I hope not.

The big thing about this was that I thought I was going to die. Seriously. My accident was almost exactly like Olivia's and if there had been a car in the other lane than I would be. The only thing that saved me this morning was the lack of traffic.

After I realized what was happening I had several thoughts. First was the realization that I was going to crash. Then I had the fleeting thought that Melissa was gonna be mad at me. Then I worried about not seeing her or anyone else I loved ever again because I was positive that I was going to die. I hit fucking hard man.

After it was all over my question about car accidents was answered. Does your radio come back on after the crash? The answer is yes. After everything stopped my cd skipped then started back up again. The only thing I said was a sobbed "ow!" then I realized that my glasses were gone. I found them in the passenger seat. I was facing the on-coming traffic so I waited until it was clear and then I restarted my car and moved it off the ramp. I probably shouldn't have driven it because it was very wobbly but there was no way the tow truck would have been able to fit on the ramp. I pulled over into the shoulder and immediately started crying and I called my daddy. I wanted Melissa but she was in Jury Duty.

Daddy came and got me from the highway and took me home. He called the police and a tow truck for me. I'm so thankful he was there for me. I texted the whole thing to Melissa, who has been very good about it. I wrecked her car but she is just happy that I'm ok. After getting home and everything my Jessta came over to give me lovins then Melissa came home. They didn't let me go to sleep and took me to eat chicken fingers since that's what I wanted. I finally took a nap and now I feel better.

I'm just glad I'm alive. I kept having like fragmented memories of thoughts I had during and after the wreck and I remember thinking about my Scouty and being glad I'll be able to see her again. I just want to be with Melissa and our children and the rest of our family.

I know it's not much but that's my hip. It's quite painful and tender. My arm isn't showing yet but it hurts really bad. I'll have pictures of my car soon.

Friends Only

2009-02-19T23:02:27Z

After much hounding, I have changed my LJ to friends only. If you're already on my Friends List then you are fine. If you want to be added though, please comment.