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Basilik Threat

2008-02-07T04:32:59Z

This was found in the boys bathroom of my cousin's school on monday, after two (legitimate) bomb threats--one saying "Fuck this school, Bomb on monday"-- the week before. This was done as a spoof by one of the boys in her school, in the same stall that the threat was written in.

keya126 @ 2008-01-06T22:34:00

2008-01-07T03:36:54Z

GAH! My life has been sooooooooooo hectic/frantic/busy! I've had absolutely no time to write anything, or even finish typing up my other chapters. But the fact that I haven't updated (any of my stories) in so long is getting to me, so hopefully I'll find time to procrastinate and post some new things

uh oh....

2007-08-27T04:24:59Z

So my laptop has decided to go on strike, and stop working. This really sucks, because it has a half-typed chapter, along with all my other important stuff on it. I'm incredibly sorry for the delay, but atleast for once, it's not entirely my fault. I'm supposed to get a new laptop soon (if you call the end of september soon), so i'll try to figure out a way to make everything work out, kay?
<3

Damn.

2007-07-20T15:53:52Z

It looks like I won't be able to write another chapter of either of my projects- Break Me Down, or There's Nothing Wrong With Romance.
I wanted to get everything done before the book comes out, however, since it comes out tonight, it doesn't look so good.
Also, I'll be gone for 4 weeks, with limited access to computers (and I wouldn't want to write anything on a public computer anyway.)- so no updates.
But as soon as I'm back, expect a new chapter!

Just a Movie and Dessert- Part 2 of There's Nothing Wrong With Romance

2007-07-01T21:50:16Z

Title: Just a Movie and Dessert
Rating: R+
Word count: 2,233
Warnings: Some OOC-ness from Draco, and sexual situations
Summary: It's just a movie and dessert, right?---The sequel/second part of There's Nothing Wrong with Romance.
Disclaimer: All characters, ideas, etc... belong to JKR. I'm not making any money off of this.
Beta: codenamelily
Part 1

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When Harry woke up the next day, he found his new book propped up against his chest; he had fallen asleep reading. He opened the book to the cover page, and smiled. Draco must have cast some type of spell on the book before he left, because on the inside was a note.

This one is good. And there’s nothing wrong with romance.

See you tomorrow night.

As he read the note for the umpteenth time, the reality that Malfoy-no, Draco, was coming over finally hit him. Tonight. Shit. That meant that Harry had to actually get out of bed. He stared at the ceiling for ten more minutes. Moving. Right. He turned his head, noticed the pile of boxes stacked up against his wall, and winced.

When Harry had said that he just moved to Winchester, he meant it. Most of his belongings were still in boxes from the move the day before. Fortunately, his table, and most importantly, the telly (a large flat screen that Harry was rather proud of) had been set up, right in the middle of his living room. Harry figured that they’d only really be using that, and the couch, anyway. Oh, and maybe a bed.

Harry set to work, opening and charming all the boxes, so they could unpack themselves. Supposedly, if one did the charm correctly, they wouldn’t even need to do that- but when Hermione tried to teach Harry the charm the first time, his box ended up exploding. She was not too pleased to find Harry’s unwashed pants on her head (despite Harry’s claims that they weren’t dirty, just “stained”).

After unpacking the majority of his things, he decided to take a break, and read his new book. Rather, read the note that Draco left for him in the book.

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While Harry had been cleaning, Draco had been shopping for dessert. Usually, Saturday mornings were reserved for trips to France, or Milan, but today was different. The dessert that Draco was bringing couldn’t be an ordinary dessert. No, it had to be the dessert. Something exotic, something that would make Harry come in his pants.

Draco had visited two countries, and ten bakeries so far, but couldn’t find what he was looking for. As he sat in a café in a small mountain town in Switzerland (chocolate had been a possibility), he mulled over the previous day’s events. Suddenly, an idea came to him. Downing the last of his coffee, he apparated to the nearest floo station.

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Harry was just stepping out of the shower, when he realized that he had forgotten something incredibly important. The movie. Shit. How could he have forgotten to rent the movie?

Throwing on some clothes, Harry dashed out the door.

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Harry Potter did not like Socially Awkward situations. In fact, he tried to avoid them as often as possible. Lady Luck, however, was not on his side tonight, and Harry found himself in a painfully embarrassing Socially Awkward situation.

When Harry had reached the video store, he made a beeline for the new releases, wanting to leave as soon as possible. As he approached the counter, he noticed that the porky store clerk was giving him a funny look, which Harry tried to ignore. He turned his head to look at a movie that was playing on a T.V that was mounted on the wall, but still felt the gaze of the store clerk on the back of his head. Soon, Harry became so distracted by the movie that he had to be poked by an eccentric bag lady (who bore an eerie resemblance to Professor Trelawny), who signaled him to move forward.

The store clerk never took his eyes off Harry as he mechanically scanned the back of the DVD case, and opened to check for a DVD. This was getting creepy. And awkward. It felt like… Harry didn’t know what it felt like. He just knew it was uncomfortable, and that it made him blush. And Harry Potter did not like to blush in public. This was vying for the top spot in Harry’s Top Ten Most Socially Awkward situations- threatening to unseat the time that he saw Professor Snape at a Muggle sex shop buying a pair of handcuffs, which had been residing at number one.

Lady Luck was a bitch. The DVD case that Harry had picked up was empty. He had to wait in uncomfortable silence, and endure the store clerk’s unwavering gaze.

“Hello, Harry.”

Harry looked up. How did the clerk know his name? “Err, I’m sorry, do I know you?” Then Harry saw the name tag, and something clicked. “Dudley?”

“You’re really thick, aren’t you?”

Harry decided to ignore the comment, and looked Dudley up and down. The years hadn’t been too kind to him; he had gained back the weight he lost as a child, and had quite a few spots on his forehead. And he smelled a bit too. “What are you doing in Winchester?” Harry asked. “I thought you’d never leave Surrey.”

“Got my girlfriend up the duff,” Dudley said brightly. “She lives here, and her parents are Catholic, so…” His voice trailed off, not bothering to finish the sentence.

“Oh. How… lovely.” How Dudley had ever managed to get a girl, never mind impregnate one, was beyond him. He tried to look under the layers of fat and grease, to see what could have made Dudley even remotely attractive, but his attempts were futile. He was still as ugly as he had been in childhood. Maybe it was personality? No, that couldn’t be it. Perhaps she was perpetually drunk. Yes, that seemed more likely.

Thankfully, the manager returned with the DVD, and Harry could leave the wretched store. As he walked down the street to an Apparation point, he thought of their encounter and shuddered, deciding that seeing his old professor in a sex shop would maintain its spot at the top.

Hopefully his date with Draco would be better than that.

Harry was dreadfully unorganized, and it was times like this that he wished he were more like Hermione. It wasn’t until 7:30 that he realized that he hadn’t prepared anything for dinner and quickly made a phone call to the nearest take-away, hoping that Draco didn’t mind Thai food.

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The thing that shocked Draco the most was that Harry had plates. Real plates. Not those flimsy paper ones that Muggles liked to use instead of proper dishes. Harry didn’t seem like the type to have actual plates, let alone matching ones- with matching silverware.

The quality of the food was shocking too. Initially, Draco had groaned inwardly when he saw the take-away bag that Harry had attempted to hide, but the Thai food turned out to be much better than he anticipated. He hadn’t expected Harry to cook; in fact, he was almost anxious about what they were going to be eating. Neither of them had mentioned anything about dinner. Just a movie and dessert.

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As Draco was sitting in the Café, he remembered an Egyptian dessert that he’d had when he was working as a curse breaker in Northern Africa, with the Weaselette. They were Asabi Gullash, phyllo-pastry finger desserts saturated with sweet syrup and filled with a cinnamon and chopped walnut mixture. When he was purchasing these from the baker, he also noticed a pudding-like dessert, which actually turned out to be a sweetened couscous. Impulsively, he decided to purchase some as well as the Asabi Gullash, not sure what Potter might like more.

The dessert, Draco was proud to say, practically did make Harry come in his pants. Harry looked like he’d never had something so wonderful in his mouth; it was a look as close to pure ecstasy as one could get without actually reaching it, Draco thought smugly. The way to a man’s pants is through his stomach, after all.

Of course, the fact that Draco was doing absolutely wicked things with his mouth as he ate the sweetened couscous enhanced Potter's reaction, but then again, it could have also been the suggestive way he was eating the phyllo-pastry fingers that did it. Draco decided it didn't matter, so long as he was getting the same reaction.

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After dessert, Harry was more than ready to watch the movie. He needed a distraction; Draco’s display had almost ruined his favorite pair of trousers. A good dose of angst was certain to suppress his urges. After all, Harry didn’t want to appear that easy.

Winchester was mostly a Muggle city, with one or two wizarding shops for those that lived in the area, and virtually no wizarding community; thus wizarding robes weren’t generally worn. As Draco walked around Harry’s television, inspecting it, Harry stared. When Draco knelt down to look at the various technical appliances, he noticed that Draco certainly wore his clothes well. His denims fit snugly over his pert arse, and it took a great deal of willpower for Harry not to salivate. He had only seen Draco in wizard’s robes, whose conservative folds of fabric had concealed his slender, toned—

Damn those bloody romance novels.

Draco was through inspecting Harry’s television, and unceremoniously plopped himself down on the sofa. He was spread languorously across the couch, and Harry had to turn away and set up the movie to keep from blushing. This lackadaisical and cool, Muggle-clothes-wearing, Annie Proulx reading Draco certainly wasn’t the Draco he remembered from his school days. But then again, people changed with time.

“Well, get on with it Potter.” The smooth drawl broke him out of his silent reverie.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Harry turned on the telly, and pressed play on the DVD player. He turned to sit down, but noticed that Draco was pretty much taking up the entire couch. Harry cleared his throat. “Budge up, Malfoy.”

Draco smirked, and sat up a bit. His new position practically forced his head onto Harry’s lap.

Sneaky bastard.

Partway into the movie, Harry realized that Draco was drawing lazy circles on his knee. He tensed a bit, but relaxed into the touch. Soon, he found himself stroking Draco’s hair, and Draco moved closer to Harry.

“Why doesn’t he go sleep in the bloody tent with him already?” Draco’s remark broke the silence. He lifted his head to look at Harry, expecting an answer.

“Because he doesn’t want to compromise his masculinity?” Harry offered.

“Hmph.” Draco sighed, and settled back into Harry’s lap. He wasn’t sure, but Harry thought he heard Draco mutter something about prudes, masculinity and cowboys.

“Ennis!”

“What?”

“Quit your hammerin’, and get in here!”

Harry’s heart started pounding.

Ennis enters the tent, clumsy with sleep, and lies down next to Jack.

Harry stopped stroking Draco’s hair.

Jack shifts, and pulls Ennis’s hand across his body like a blanket. Ennis and Jack sit up, startled, and Ennis moves away from Jack. They’re kneeling, facing each other, and staring with eyes bleary from sleep. Jack takes off his coat.

“What you doin’?” Ennis grumbles, voice husky with sleep. Jack holds his head steady, and presses a kiss to Ennis’s lips.

Draco let out a sound that sounded like a strangled “Oh.”

“Alright?” Harry asked, looking down at Draco.

“ ’m fine,” Draco replied, attempting to control his voice. “Oh my.”

Jack undoes his belt, and Ennis turns him over. Roughly, he pulls Jack’s jeans down his hips, and spits into his hand.

Harry was beginning to worry. This scene always gave him an erection, and Draco was lying right on top of his lap. He was already semi-hard, so he tried to think of things- horribly disgusting things, like…like Professor McGonagall, restrained with shiny new handcuffs and bent over the Potions desk, taking it from Professor Snape. Yes, that would do nicely.

Harry shivered at the thought. Perhaps it had been too potent a thought, because Harry thought he’d never be able to get hard again.

That is, until he saw the strain in Draco’s jeans. That brought him back full force.

Draco looked up at Harry, his eyes dark with desire.

“Stop the film.”

Harry started to protest, but in a fluid movement, Draco was straddling Harry’s lap, cutting him off with a fierce kiss. He returned the kiss, and explored Draco’s mouth, feeling the ridges of his teeth, and the velvet of his tongue. His mouth was hot, and Draco tasted like the sweet syrup and cinnamon of those little Egyptian pastries. Harry felt bereft when Draco broke the kiss.

“Why are you stopping?” Harry asked, his lips and cheeks flushed.

“To do this.” Draco re-adjusted himself, and reached down between Harry’s legs, palming his crotch. Moaning, Harry bucked his hips, grinding them into Draco’s hand. Hastily, Draco undid Harry’s fly, and yanked Harry’s pants down to his knees, exposing his straining boxer shorts. Draco removed his hand from Harry’s crotch and started to grind his hips up against Harry. It was a matter of minutes until the friction they created brought them both off, and Draco slumped against Harry’s shoulder, panting. Casting a cleaning spell on the both of them, Draco stood up to allow Harry to pull his pants back up. He sat back down, and Draco re-assumed his position on the couch, with his head in Harry’s lap. Harry reached for the remote, and resumed their movie.

Part 3 is on the way…

Please review!

almost done!

2007-06-17T18:02:25Z

I have one final left! After this, I'll have as much time as I want to work on my story(ies)!
Upcoming events:

Next chapter of BMD (which needs to be posted here...)
Part two of TNWWR
Possible song!fic thing? Based off of the song "Draco and Harry" by the Whomping Willows.

Lets see where the week takes us, shall we?

There's Nothing Wrong With Romance

2007-06-05T03:29:18Z

Title: There's Nothing Wrong With Romance
Rating: PG
Word count: 899
Warnings: Nothing really, other than a touch of OOC-ness.
Summary: Harry is mortified when Draco finds him in the last place he'd ever want to be caught.
Beta: codenamelily

A/N: Also posted on ff.net- author notes/ reviews can be seen there.
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As Harry walked along the brick sidewalks of Winchester, he came upon a small bookstore. Tableaus of children’s fairy tales, news of author interviews and book signings, and reviews of the different best sellers lined the store’s windows. He paused, gazing at the display in the second window, when a book caught his eye. It was that book Ginny had been after, by some reclusive American author. King was it? He wasn’t too sure. Harry couldn’t understand how Ginny had come to enjoy horror novels, but then again, he couldn’t understand how he himself had become a closet Harlequin Romance fan.

On a whim, Harry decided to enter the store, and purchase the book for Ginny… and maybe something for himself, as well.

The store’s appearance was deceiving. It was much larger than he thought it would be, although it still maintained a cozy, intimate feeling. But then again, it could have been because he was the only one in the store, with the exception of a middle-aged woman with short, graying hair and colorful reading glasses behind the counter. She was buried in a book, and glanced up from her reading to look at Harry, but went back to it, ignoring him.

Harry wandered around the store aimlessly, while keeping an eye out for Ginny’s book. He ended up in the back section of the store, where the romance books were kept. Harry looked over his shoulder before plucking one from the shelf. He opened the book and began to read the first page.

“Sister Peters in Amsterdam, Potter? I never would have guessed.”

Damn. He thought he was safe, but no, someone he knew just had to find him in the Romance section of a Muggle bookstore. Slowly turning around to face the intruder, Harry froze.

“M-Malfoy? Is that you?” Great, now his voice was cracking too.

“No, its Neville Longbottom,” Draco paused for a beat, “Of course its me, you lack-wit.”

Harry cleared his throat, and made an attempt to reply coolly. “How… why… what are you doing here?” It turned out that Harry Potter was incapable of sang-froid. This conversation was definitely not going well.

“Where is ‘here’? Winchester? This bookshop? You really need to be more specific.” Draco smirked, and Harry thought that Draco was being more of an arse than necessary.

“Er… well, both, I suppose. Don’t you live in Wiltshire?”

“The manor is in Wiltshire. That doesn’t mean that I am in Wiltshire. As to why I’m here, I’m picking something up for Blaise, and this is the only shop in Hampshire that has it.” Harry nodded, and shifted his feet. Draco continued, “And since you asked me, I get to ask you the same question: what are you doing here?”

“I live here. Rather, I just moved here. Got sick of London.”

“And?”

“‘And’ what?” Malfoy was starting to confuse Harry.

“Why are you in the romance section of a Muggle bookstore?”

“I, err, I’m picking a book for Ginny,” Harry answered lamely.

“The Weaslette doesn’t like romance novels, Potter.”

“You don’t know what she likes…and, wait! How do you know about Sister Peters in Amsterdam?”

“My mother had an affinity for romance novels. She’d leave them around the manor. And in case you’ve forgotten, I worked with Ginny. She liked to read horror stories during her break.” Draco nodded his head to the Stephen King book that Harry was holding. “Now spill it. Who’s the book really for?”

Harry grumbled inaudibly.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Neanderthal.”

“Myself. I like romance novels. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all, Potter. I’ve nothing against them. I myself like Annie Proulx.” Draco casually leaned against a bookshelf.

“Who?” He really didn’t want to be getting into a book discussion with Draco Malfoy, of all people, but Harry had some time to kill.

“Brokeback Mountain, Potter. I’m sure that you’ve seen the film. It started out as a short story.”

“Oh.” Harry nodded slowly. So Malfoy liked… gay things? Was he bent? This could work out well.

Harry’s eyes drifted towards Draco, and noticed the small hoop earring in the cartilage of his left ear, the worn leather cuff on his wrist, and the tight fitting muggle clothing that clung to his lithe figure.

Clung to his lithe figure? Harry really needed to stop reading romance novels.

“Mmm. I’ve only read the story though. You’ve got one of those Muggle televisions, right?” Harry nodded again. It seemed like that was the only thing he could do, given his state of confusion.

Draco took a step forward, closing the distance between them and put his lips dangerously close to Harry’s ear. “Maybe we should watch it then?”

Draco’s arm snaked around his waist, encircling him, bringing their hips together. The touch sent shivers up Harry’s spine. He swallowed, and answered hoarsely, “Sure.”

Leaning in as if to kiss him, Draco’s lips ghosted across Harry’s as he whispered against his lips, “Eight o’clock. Tomorrow night. Your place. I’ll bring… dessert.” With that, he grabbed Harry’s arse, and walked away, leaving Harry staring dumbly at Draco’s retreating form.

As Harry stepped up to the register to pay, the woman behind the counter put on her reading glasses, and looked at the book. “Romance novels, eh? For your girlfriend?”

“No,” Harry said, unconsciously placing a hand on the place where Draco’s had been, “for me.”

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Part two is coming...

new fic-y thing/post under construction.

2007-05-11T02:13:40Z

I've written a short little thing, called There's nothing wrong with Romance, that started out as a one shot, but everyone wants me to continue so...I'm giving in to peer pressure. Part two is in the works.

I'll post the story here too. FF.net's ratings can only go so high, after all. :)

Oh, and I'm practicing the LJ cut thing, because I'm retarded when it comes to this stuff...

Oh Ron...

keya126 @ 2007-05-06T01:13:00

2007-05-06T05:16:59Z

My goals:
- Have the next chapter written by next weekend.
-Get more than 5 hours of sleep.
-Cut down on the coffee. Actually, scratch that. Drink more coffee.
-Finish my stupid essay, which is 2 days late.

keya126 @ 2007-04-22T17:29:00

2007-04-22T21:31:09Z

Oh bother. My muse...its died a bit. I'm stuck on this one part of my next chapter...BUT! I have officially come up with the climax of the story, and I basically know where I want to go with it. So that's good. Hopefullly I'll get another chapter to you soon!

keya126 @ 2007-04-15T20:54:00

2007-04-16T01:05:28Z

Gah, I'm so glad its vacation. I went to the Cape for the weekend, but that's about as far as I'm going for the rest of the vacation, which is a bummer. Nothing on the Cape is open now, because most of the shops are seasonal, which stinks. I did go to this amazing herbal shop/espresso bar place with my mom though, and I got a mini deck of tarot cards (already tried it on my mom and brother) and a jade bracelet.

On a different note, codenamelily is my new beta :) I am very happy about that. I'm re-posting chapters 1-8, with the changes she's made. Hopefully I'll have chapter 9 written and typed up now that I have some time.

beta search.

2007-04-10T00:12:25Z

And the search continues. Please email me at rubtheleftshin@hotmail.com if you're interested.

hehehe, I love this userpic. it was made by rabes_icons.

new chapter!!

2007-04-08T02:11:45Z

Happy Easter! I'm excited- new chapter, and a long weekend! I've been feeling very creative/in the writing mood- I'm working on my fic, and this other series of vignettes for my school's LitMag. I already have another thing i wrote last year submitted, and its pretty good, in my opinion.
so yeah. that's it for now.

keya126 @ 2007-03-01T21:46:00

2007-03-02T02:49:46Z

Ok, so I've been trying to work on BMD, but I'm having some problems, namely school work(i have so much due tomorrow, its not even funny), and I'm STILL waiting for that beta. I'm so sorry its taking such a long time.

I really should get back to my work though...

Break Me Down

2007-02-28T00:07:39Z

So I've uncovered my old LJ, which hasn't been in use since like, 2004 (scary), and I've decided to dedicate it to my story (and hopefully future stories) Break Me Down, which can be found on fanfiction.net.
So here is where you can look for updates/message me with questions, etc...

notes:
I'm waiting for this beta that I PM'd on another website (gaiaonline) to answer back to me, so that's the reason for the delay. I'm a perfectionist, and I don't want you reading complete crap, which is worse than normal crap I've been writing.
If you're a beta, please, please tell me if you'd like to help me with my story- I'm looking for someone who does more than a spelling/grammar check, and I can work with you over email, AIM, or MSN.

more comeing...