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Title: The First Lesson
Pairing: Severus/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dub-con, Draco is 17, age difference, implied sexual content, sexually explicit language, a little humiliation.
Word Count: ~1k
Summary: Draco needs to learn a lesson. Severus is only too happy to provide it.
Disclaimer: I play with someone else's characters purely for fun and make no money from it, more's the pity.
A/N: I had to finish this entry very quickly to get it in before the fest ended. I haven't dared to read back through it since... :/

The First Lesson

Here's a short fic I wrote for Sirius's birthday! It was a little late, because I only discovered the community on his actual birthday... Fail! It's also really hard to find a beta atm.

Title: Pampered Pup
Author: llaeyro
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: R
Word count: 1k
Summary: After being briefly reunited with Remus in the Shrieking Shack before escaping the Dementors on Buckbeak, Sirius just can’t stay away.
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: The characters and the universe belong to Rowling, I do this for fun and don’t make a single knut.
A/N: Thanks to impishinklings for the quick beta. Inspired by Sirius’s First Birthday Fest at sirius_black Sorry it’s late!


Pampered Pup

Title: Between the Ink
Author: llaeyro
Inspiration: P!nk's song, 'I'm Not Dead'.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: light R
Length: 1k
Summary: Harry looks back on their journey from enemies to lovers, and beyond.
Warnings: AU, canon character death, angst, mentions of bottom!Draco, mention of Draco/unidentified female character.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I only play with them for the amusement of myself and others, with nil monetary gain.
Notes: Post-war but retrospective view of AU OotP (Snape wasn't the double agent). Thanks to makochanupdates for the beta <3 This was written as a one-shot, but a few people planted the sequel seed and it grew x) So it's now a two-parter!

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"Incendio." Harry sighed, as the parchment burst into flames and disintegrated. He unfolded the crumpled note and stared at it again.


He swept the ashes into the bin with the others and carefully tore off a small strip of parchment. He dipped his quill and wrote, rolling it up and securing it to the owl without giving the ink time to dry.




Fin




Part 2: Of My Tattoo