....

[reenka]

...I just had the most disturbing vision out of the corner of my eye, of my plushie!Harry with long wild black hair o_0 Y'know, but still with his messed-up striped t-shirt & jeans & glasses & stuff.

As flash occurred, I realized I would possibly adore girl!Harry even more than boy!Harry, in a way. In an OMG CRUSH sort of way o_0 He's just. My darling as a boy, but as a girl he's. Just. Dude. Breasts o_0 Awkwardness. Still wearing boy clothes. And blushing a lot. And still being very angry. And punching Ron for staring. And. Suddenly getting weird reactions about... boys. Which may or may not have always been there. And. Liking Ginny more. And. Omg, breasts.


Feel like the biggest perv that ever lived o_0 I know Silvia wrote it, but see. This is less about the funny (though still funny) and more about the. Y'know. Sex. And gender-bending. And Harry not being gorgeous! Just lanky & skinny & with wild hair & small breasts & still the urge to kick things. Like, he's totally the same except. Y'know. Yeah.

Girl!Harry & Hermione, ack. He'd like-- go to her for advice and-- stuff-- and-- fumbling would occur, and. It would be so awkward! And. Hot! And Ron! Poor Ron, with the staring and the being rather awkward and messed with and. Ack! And. Draco would. Be so confused. And angry. And confused. And how could he act the same way? Potter is a GIRL! It's just. Too weird. So. He just. Avoids. And wanks. And stalks, like in the shower or something. o_0

Seriously have to fight urge to write girl!Harry. Ack. Someone talk me out of this...! Please.

Wah. Okay I think I've purged it. 'Cause clearly it's not going anywhere, it's just-- ack short skirts & knobby knees...! And Draco like, fainting (and we can't forget Ron-- what with the wanting to grope Harry's breasts 'cause they're mates & that's the sort of favor one would expect), and Hermione being protective (or possessive! Harry, you must take care of yourself now that you're one of us!) and Ginny deciding she's gay (well, she is in my head) and. Omg. Everyone Wants Harry = Reena Is Ever So Lame. It's just. I can't decide who to pair her with-- I just think everyone would be confused, it's not that they all want her. It's just that... hormones are everywhere. And she wanks a lot. And possibly I could see it being H/D but mostly. Girl!Harry. Still angry. Ack. And violent! And. Getting into physical fights!! Omg. See, this is why I should be asleep now. Bad Reena, no Mary-Sue!Harry for you. *slaps own wrist*
~~

PS. potter_mouth can most definitely have my babies anytime, anywhere. Forget about that girl!Harry thing, I'm totally sold on the testosterone overload, I really am. CALL ME, BABY. :-*
    I mean, it's likely enough you like boys, but you being fictional & me being creative, we can work something out, non?

Comments

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, IF THERE IS NOT MORE, I WILL EXPLODE!!!Khflaksjdhfkjshdkjd


OMG YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS, SERIOUSLY AAAARGH Afkdsjfgf *chokes, gurgles, keels over*

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[malafede.livejournal.com]

I'VE AROUSED THE FORCES OF EVIL!

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

EWWWWWw;lasfkjsaf;lkdjsflk;j




*sniffs*
okay then, nevermind :P!!1

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[malafede.livejournal.com]

I'VE AROUSED THE FORCES OF EVIL... LIGHT, LIKE.

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

CAN WE LIKE NOT MENTION HER EXCELLENCY (HEM HEM) BETWEEN US EVER AGAIN, ESPECIALLY IN THE CONTEXT OF PORN?? THANK YOU <3

HEM HEM NO PORN FOR YOU YOUNG REBEL (+ STUFF I STUPIDARSEDLY FORGOT)

[malafede.livejournal.com]

masturbation--> mutual or not. hopefully really angsty (OMG HE DOESN'T WANT ME >:O!! I MUST WANK TILL I DROP!! AND THEN WANK MORE!!!!--> what H/D is All About ahahahaah *coughs*).

He brought the seven of them with himself, a box of treasures conquered with the longest hurt. He’d cried and bled and sweated so much he’d gotten blind with it, blind and dirty and smelling like a farm boy. He had gotten them finally, after pushing and pushing and consuming his fingers against unmovable walls of flesh. Potter had been looking at him with a sort of wonder, sometimes, a honest marvel at the doggedness of his grudge, at the implacable hunger for hate that drove him to taunt and bite at Potter again and again.

Potter had looked wondering, sometimes, but most of the time he was to busy with the net of his own ghosts to take notice. When he noticed he usually sneered and gave him his back; just a second sneer, like Draco was some kind of small, nasty animal that didn’t warrant any precaution.

But that day he’d pushed that final colossal inch over the edge, he’d flown into Potter’s face and pushed, and the rock had finally moved, disappearing over the rim of the hollow and inside a bank of darkness. Dean Thomas had been murdered, and Hermione Granger was in the Infirmary, slowly chocking to death. Bad blood, Draco had said. It hadn’t taken much, but he fancied to think that was just the final straw. He fancied to think Potter had been long worn down by his meticulous work. Bad blood, Draco had said, It’s weak. Can't take the slightest of poisons. Mudblood Mudblood Mudblood…

He brought the seven of them with himself, the secret box of seven bruises, his body a kingdom and a keepsake, seven blue jewels shining over his white skin. He brought them around with pride, he traced them at night, he showed them off as soon as Potter came close. Potter tensed and watched away and Draco watched at him and plotted. They didn’t exchange a word – Potter had been banned from Quidditch yet again, Draco had been banned from life, and both of them lost what they held most dear, except that Draco had a secret box full of never-known-before treasures.

Re: HEM HEM NO PORN FOR YOU YOUNG REBEL (+ STUFF I STUPIDARSEDLY FORGOT)

[malafede.livejournal.com]

The Ravenclaw/Gryffindor match had just started, and Potter stared morosely from the stands while the Weasley female already saved the day. She was nothing like him but she was on that broom; she was nothing like Draco, even, but she could fly. She was nothing like Draco, though: she had not been marked. Draco slipped inside Gryffindor Tower trembling, afraid to be busted, afraid he’d bribed the wrong password out of a stupid first year terrorized of Death Eaters. He was afraid he’d been lured and would be ridiculed but when he entered the sixth year boys room, all the red over Potter’s bed blinded his fear with lust. He felt hungry and dizzy with hunger and itching with power, itching close to power.

Inside the red shell of Harry’s posters, he opened his trousers, he bit his lip, he touched himself, he closed his eyes. He panted, and his seven bruises hurt and longed, and he arched and felt like flying and precipitating at the same time. His cock was huge, bigger than it had ever been, the head swollen, close to explosion, dripping wet. "First let... the... body of thee... be still... bound by the cerements... of will..." Draco’s head trashed, and his hand stroked, and his hips pushed again and again; his hand stroked, his cock dripped, growing and stretching and tensing and his hand blurred and the seven bruises were eight, seven bruises and Draco – Draco was a bruise.

"There are seven... keys to... the... great gate... being eight in... one... and one in... eight..."

One-second white. His body arched, and stilled on top of the arch. He was weightless, he was jam-packed with power and his breathing was even, bouncing into nothingness, and the pain singing in his bruises was pleasure. He’d never felt like this. He’d never felt this calm, his belly so satisfied and his mind empty, happy. One-second white and in the whiteness he saw God; he saw Potter.

"Corpse-rigid...
thus thou mayst abort...
the fidget-babes...
that tense the...
thought..."

Ages after he fell back on Potter’s trashed red sheets, panting and smiling. His bleeding cock was held securely in his hand, and Draco slipped into sleep. He never woke again.

mmrf!

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Man. That's like, the most depressing/dark wank-snippet evar! o_0
I er... meant like... relationship angst, but.......
You have these intriguing plots though I'm confused as to precisely where they're coming from/going a lot of the time, and what the precise relationship betweeh Harry&Draco is, and why he's dying or wanking or any of that since it doesn't seem to be -about- sex.... though it's certainly disturbing o_0

See, see....
What I really adored about your girl!Draco snippets is the way you were entirely shallow (I suppose you could call it), and almost purely descriptive-of-the-moment (like with the Draco-Pansy scene). You described Harry's moment-to-moment reactions to Draco's new body with such sensual immediacy & visceral pleasure, down to his most detailed physical response. I could -see- it, and that just made the whole concept sparkle. It was a narrower focus than you usually do (...probably more a question of preference than ability, since you're so good at it), but I just... that's what I get off on, writing-wise. That sort of intimate connection with a character's skin&bones&emotions. Plus I lovelove pervert!Harry and indignant-shrieking-ponce!Draco, teehee, 'cause they're all boyish like dat. <3

That's like, porn to me, more than sex, actually-- that sense of the -moment-, of the tactile/emotional presence of your own & another's body. That sheer -awareness- and the overwhelming dominance that can have on one's conscious thought, scattering and focusing and remaking it. Y'know. Yeah :>

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[malafede.livejournal.com]

Draco kicked him, eyes gleaming in triumph when Harry's apparent shock distracted him just that much he needed to be taught a proper lesson. He'd not calculated Harry's hero status, and his supernatural recovery time, and the thin edge to which his patience had been wearing. Harry tugged again and Draco went from triumph to misery, to horror, to crushing defeat; to crushing sprawled into Potter's lap.


§§§



When Ron had given Harry the Potion and Draco had started gasping, he’d looked and sounded like all the blood in his body was being drawn off him. He’d looked like he was vomiting blood, hands to throat and lips gurgling noises, but there was not a red stain on his pretty ironed robe.

When Ron had given Harry the Potion Harry had thought Draco was dying; but he wasn’t.

When Ron had given Harry the Potion Harry didn’t know he was being bewitched.

It had looked harmless enough. Buttlebeer. Amber, frothy and still: it had been ten in the morning, wet already with the heat of June, all but a week to the N.E.W.T.s and textbooks scattered all over Harry’s apartment. Ron had two pints balanced over his knees while he exchanged a couple of snippy comments with Draco, then settled down over the golden thorns and purple roses of the Indian carpet. He moaned at the softness of Harry’s cushions, and Draco had sneered, chin raised and fingers poised as he moved a lock of blond hair behind his ear.

You can send your thanks to the dungeons, Weaseltard, since those are straight from Mother’s Morocco Room.

So you have to what, pay for Harry's favours?

Are you called Potter what, a Scarlet Woman?

That's not what I meant and you know it, Malfoy.

One can never say, with a sick mind like yours.

That must be your influence, Malfoy. Don't you have friends of your own to hang around?

Just ask Potter, Draco had smirked, He's got needs.

And you think you're very good at satisfying them, don't you?

Are you really asking for details, you pervert? Draco had muttered. Idiot, before Ron rolled his eyes, the flush over his cheekbones revealing his actual mortification, and before Harry cuffed his ear. That had been when Ron had beamed, and handled a pint over to Harry.

To freedom, and he’d looked over at Draco, smug and vindicated. From small animals who don’t know when’s the time to stop.

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[malafede.livejournal.com]

Draco had glared – Draco had choked – Draco had fallen forward, knocking over first Harry’s glass tableland, then the desk with his notes, before settling, forceless, twitching and spitting over razor-sharp fragments and tightly written potion ingredients.

The yelling had started. Harry had yelled that Draco was dying, to move him from the wreckage, HE HAS CUT HIMSELF, CAN'T YOU SEE? Hermione had yelled she was going to hex Ron’s balls off, WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, YOU NINNY? And Ron had yelled he had done it for Harry, and he’d not idea it was so bad, and Harry had yelled to shut up, he had to heal Draco’s cheek properly, it wouldn’t heal, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, RON?

Draco had yelled in pain while his body changed. Bones out of bones and eye out of eye and hands out of hands and flesh out of flesh; blood out, blood in, blood boiling in bubbles under the skin and deforming the body, blood stinking the walls like the festering plague. The blood didn’t change; curves became angles and angles became curves under Harry’s eyes. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, RON, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, empty spaces becoming matter and matter vanishing into nothing; another spiky smell inside the blood, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, before all of them fell silent as Draco’s shuddering settled down to trembling settled down to nothing.

“Done,” he mumbled before passing out to the edge of the carpet, cheek flattened on the floor stones. His eyes were dull and some spit came out of his mouth, and his voice, no matter how weak, didn’t seem his own.

It wasn’t.

Hermione had gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth.

“Ron, what did you do…?” she whispered, reverent and terrorised.

When Draco woke up next, he started yelling.



§§§§


...? Posting here because I don't feel like to post in recent threads with your army of readers watching. I thought I was gonna write a lot today, but then all the vomiting prolly put me out of it. Porny part should be next... say a prayer to the Sacred Porn-addled Feminine when you wake up. Does it fit here? I had to add background about the sexbending potion before introducing Ron but uhm.

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Ahahah this is good set-up, man. If you're writing a fic and not just porn to amuse me, that is ;)))
*says prayer* :> It does fit, though ahahah only if you feel you need Ron :))