Slithering by astolat
july 2016 by zhena
Harry Potter, Harry/Draco. Draco, at loose ends after the war, adopts a snake, deals with a booby trap, and begins formal courting in search of a partner. Harry ruins everything. // 27K. V.v. long and plotty, in two parts -- mansion and after-mansion -- the latter focusing on intricate social rituals being worked out. The former is mostly a trapped-in-the-mansion, pretend prisoner business (with, oddly, repetitive vomiting). Fic doesn't waste a great deal of time on all things Death Eater. Borrows Saras_girl's favorite magical-creature sidekick trope. Also a great deal more Hermione in this fic than her usual, and all Hermione's parts are rather nifty.via:templemarker fanfic HarryPotter slash pair:HarryPotter/DracoMalfoy ref:EWE ref:pining ref:roleplay ref:UST ref:courting ref:critter-fic ref:fuckbuddies ref:humor ref:curse au:astolat fandom:HarryPotter
[She] turned back and pointed at Draco—-he started back involuntarily, but she just shot off a Healing Charm at him that rammed itself down his throat, ran into his lungs, inflated him like a bellows, and shot back out, leaving him with not even a twinge and a horrible sensation through his whole body like he’d spent the last ten years eating leafy vegetables and doing moderate amounts of healthy exercise.
She dropped her arm and stared at him and then grimaced and said, "Are you all right," in an unenthusiastic way.
"No, and never do that to me again," Draco said. "I’d rather speak in a croak for a month."
She rolled her eyes. "Boys are such babies. Stop complaining."
Then she just stood there in the middle of the floor staring at him. Coil had settled back down at his side, although she was still making faint angry hisses to herself, and Draco felt healthier than he wanted to, so he couldn't make sense of why Granger was still staring at him, until he suddenly realized—- "Wait a minute, are you making it up with me?"
Her eyes narrowed. "We are not friends. We are never going to be friends."
"Good Lord, no," he said in horror.
"But I'm prepared to consider the possibility that you aren't a complete waste of air," she said. "But that's it." She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him challengingly.
He stared at her. That was-—rather more than he’d expected. "All right."
july 2016 by zhena
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