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[reenka]

Quote from a random person's comment at harrydraco:
    I did like it! There are some grammatical errors, and Draco isn't IC (but I'm one to talk, I never write IC!Draco)
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    Yeah, I know...Draco is horribly OOC...I've never written him perfectly in character before, and I don't think I will anytime soon.

You know... (aside from the head-banging stupidity of this)... I think it's almost admirable that people would write even though they see some major component as being hopeless & impossible to achieve. Like... uh, yeah, that's nice 'cause you're aware of it at least (and I write even though I realize -my- Harry & Draco are certainly not perfectly IC either, of course).

It's just... on the other hand, the sheer casual acceptance seems... troubling?? Maybe I don't even know anymore. Fandom.

...Don't mind me, I'm drowning in manga (yeeeee, Komatta Toki Niwa Hoshi ni Kike! and super-duper-slow-building relationships & feisty!ukes) and sickeningly fine with missing TWH.

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Hee :D They're all adorable. Hehe Malfoy really would go after Slughorn, and little do they know that they're a match made in Heaven, haha. So cute <3. Fighting over Slughorn's favor :D :D I can just see Slughorn reminiscing about how wonderful Harry was in sixth year, little realizing how much Draco hates him :> :>

Oh, and some OoTP!AU fic:

Boredom and aimless lust both did strange things to one's normal thinking patterns.

Case in point #1: Dudley Dursley, welcome relief from the heat. On some level, Harry was looking for an excuse, of course. An excuse to snap. And Dudley provided just the right one, too.

"Who's Cedric-- your boyfriend?"

Some people were just asking for it. Didn't know when to shut up, that was some people's problem. That was it. They just needed to shut the bloody hell up about stuff they didn't know shit about.

Case in point #2: Malfoy, who was so pretty it kind of hurt Harry's feelings. Except no, he wasn't. He was the same ferrety skinny little freak he always had been, and Harry taught him a lesson about that on the train not long ago. If Malfoy kept talking like a junior Death Eater, what did he expect from Harry? Who asked him to come to Harry's compartment in the first place? Who asked him to be a horrid bloody prat in every way imaginable?

"Feh." Harry ground his face into the pillow in his room at Grimmauld Place, thinking it smelled vaguely moldy, like dust and old people and places you shouldn't go to. It was Sirius's home, though Harry could've done without the introduction. Being alone here made him feel like he was imprisoned in a whole new way from the Dursleys.

Malfoy's mum was a Black, too. Harry didn't know what that meant to him. He was Sirius's cousin, but that didn't mean much even to Sirius.

By November, nothing had changed. He barely looked fed. His ribs probably stuck out. His hairdo glittered, all shiny and sleek like a poof's. He bit at his lip when he concentrated, looking... constipated. He probably snored loud enough to wake Crabbe and Goyle. Probably.

In any case, it was going to be a normal Quidditch game, first of the year, Gryffindor against Slytherin, and he was going to show Malfoy how to shut up. Harry was in no mood to be messed about with, not when Quidditch was the one thing he enjoyed with things at Hogwarts the way they were.

Malfoy wasn't going to have any idea what hit him.

[amalin.livejournal.com]

QUIDDITCH :D I am really excited about this OotP!AU. I hope you finish it. I still love that drunk scene, I want to read mooore.

Malfoy sauntered up to him, though most of his attention remained on the box of chocolates he was picking through.

‘Package from your mum?’ Harry asked.

‘Obviously,’ said Malfoy. He chose a chocolate at last and popped it in his mouth. ‘With my father in Azkaban, his bank accounts transferred to her. She likes having control of the family finances, it suits her. These are from Paris.’

‘She sent you chocolates from France?’

Malfoy nodded. ‘Far better quality than Honeydukes, though I suppose you wouldn’t know any better, would you. Want one, Potter?’

Harry rolled his eyes. ‘Sure.’

‘Too bad.’ The smirk on Malfoy’s face was so smug Harry felt like knocking the whole box out of his hands. ‘I only give my sweets to those who deserve them.’

‘You’re such a prat, Malfoy,’ Harry said, annoyed despite himself.

Malfoy just stood there fishing through his chocolates. He took an exaggerated bite and made an unnecessary noise of appreciation. ‘So,’ he said, when he’d swallowed. ‘Word has it you haven’t got a date to Slughorn’s party.’

‘Don’t you have anything better to do than stand around eating chocolates and gossiping like a girl?’

Malfoy flushed but said, ‘You haven’t got one, have you? Perhaps you should try a bit harder, Potter, I’m sure someone would be willing to suffer your company. Moaning Myrtle, maybe . . . I hear that fat toad Eloise Midgen hasn’t got anybody to take her . . .’

‘Eloise is nice,’ Harry said automatically; to his recollection, he had never exchanged a word with this Eloise Midgen in his life.

I think I'm out of real snippets, haha.