nicevenn

There's a Weasleys' drinking game. Need I say more? If so, then I'm sorry, because there are no words to describe the sexiness that is this fic! But if you like party games, Parselsmut, and a sneaky, bold Draco, then you must read this. I loved it so much I forgot to take the author's name out of the header. Thankfully nursedarry came to the rescue...

scrtkpr

This is one of my all-time favorite fics.

"What were you thinking, grabbing me like that?"

"I was thinking I didn’t want my head bashed in. What were you thinking, Potter, sprawling on top of me? I thought you would never get up."

Potter flushed, and Draco took comfort in the fact that Potter looked every bit as humiliated as Draco privately felt.

"I meant, what were you thinking grabbing my arm in the first place."

Of course that was what Potter had meant. Draco attempted to cover his discomfort with a scathing look. "I was thinking that, considering Weasley’s recent mishap with Apparition, it would be extremely foolish to rely upon Floo travel as safe either."

"Well, it’s certainly not safe with you hanging off my arm! You’re supposed to keep your elbows tucked in, not Floo with someone dangling from one of them." Potter rubbed at a scraped wrist.

"Stop pretending you know how to Floo, Potter. You’ll embarrass yourself."

Potter’s brows drew together. "Right, next time I’ll remember to wrap myself around someone like a vine and cling for safety. That’ll be much less embarrassing."

Need I say more?

I was about 19 when I discovered slash. Haldir/Legolas was my H/D back then. I think this was one of my favorite fics.

alovelycupoftea

A really cute, humorous fic written for one of my prompts at hd_smoochfest.Guaranteed to brighten your mood.

This was a difficult question, because I've never really read anything and thought, Oh,this reminds me of so-and-so. But this fic kind of reminds me of myself because I often lack faith in my abilities. If Felix Felicis really existed, I'd be the first in line to buy it.

alaana_fair

The kiss became almost possessive, much the same way Draco had fantasised Potter's kiss would be. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and gave in to the need to pretend this was Potter. The way the man was kissing him, touching him, holding him ... it made it easier than it should have been. He let his hand thread through Potter's messy hair only to find it softer than he'd expected, just like his lips, which were tender and almost worshipful as they roamed down his jaw line, leaving an agonizing tingle in their wake.

Potter's cock was pressing against his thigh, only the smooth material of his boxers separating them, and Draco felt an urgent need to get rid of said material so he could feel Potter's cock against his bare skin. "Pants," he whispered, and pushed gently against the man's chest with the hand that wasn't tangled in his messy hair. He sat up as Potter leaned back and stripped off his pants as though they were on fire. Potter's cock bounced free and Draco propped himself up with one arm to get a better view. Few thoughts managed to get through his lust-riddled brain, but the one that prevailed was that this was Harry Potter's cock and all he wanted to do at that very moment was feel it against him. He tightened his grip on Potter's hair and pulled him forward, their cocks brushing together as Potter kissed him again, moaning Draco's name between kisses that would set a man's blood to boil. Potter's left hand wrapped around Draco's back to support him while the other trailed down his side and over his hip, stopping to grip his thigh and pull him closer. The way Potter was kissing him was almost too intimate, as if he was feeding off Draco's mixed emotions and mimicking them. If only—Draco closed his eyes, cradling Potter's head against his chest as he dared to touch his lips to the famous lightning bolt scar.


Mmm.