~~ Merry Christmas, y'all! <3! & Fic!!1

I'm such a sap. I swear to god, I can't take it. I think I strained something, reading penknife's `Practicing for the Ballet'. Like my heart. I'm like. Sitting here all weepy, and maybe it's the flu, but maybe I should never write H/D again, 'cause that was so perfect. They're such boys, and. I adore them to bits and tiny little pieces. My teeth are buzzing, and I think the meds are wearing off, man. Heh. I didn't think there'd ever be a fic I could swallow, with Draco crying. Oh. I was wrong. So I'm a sap, like I said. Clearly.
    Sometimes I think I just want stories like `Sundays', by General Manda-- all calm and clear and open-ended-- the need without the love and desire and insanity. Okay, with the insanity. Sometimes I think that that sort of romance is just a pretty lie and the only thing that stays is hope, and the possibility is better-- like white winter sky. Maybe I just want to believe, one way or another.

Anyway. I know there's a number of you who won't read this 'cause it's H/D, so. Um. I love you anyway. But since I'm not prolific enough for write a pairing for everyone, I'll just-- um-- pretend it's the thought that counts. :-?

Still sick, btw. But it's all good. Writing fic while under medication is... er. An interesting experience. Heh.

So! Happy Christmas, fandom! <3!

I wrote fic as a sort of Christmas present to y'all-- well, I mean, what else can I do? Heh. And look ma, no porn!

( `By the Book' - H/D - R - A Malfoy Christmas story. <3 )

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    EDIT: Um. Please don't rec/archive/do anything with this fic beyond Christmas, okay? I'll friends-lock it after Christmas is over, 'cause. It's way too dorky & embarrassing, man. Just sayin'.