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18 December 2016 @ 01:39 am
Drarry fic rec-Suffer The Children  
It seams odd to rec this now but if you want something less fluffy, this is for you.


Title: Suffer The Children
Author: oldenuf2nb
Rating:NC-17
Word Count:33,000
Warnings: Mentions of severe child abuse, including child sexual abuse, could be triggering and disturbing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (not actively depicted in fic - discussed by characters only)
Summary: Draco Malfoy has learned via painful experience that the least complicated way to go about things is to not allow himself to care -- about anyone. After all, he'd tried that once without success. But now he finds himself thrust into a situation where maintaining the armour around his heart simply isn't an option.

Why I loved it:This was written in 2011 from the smoochfest. Do not let the warnings keep you from reading this story. This was absolutely riveting. I was trembling there near the end, it is more than a story. It yanks you in and pulls you through it in a way that no force on earth could stop you reading until the end. It's character histories are devistatingly beautiful and tragic. This story affected me and moved me deeply and I like Draco love Harry as a priest*guh*.(I do have a slight priest kink) Their chemistry sizzled and cracked as always when she writes these two, they are strong yet so vulnerable.

I am almost at a loss for words with this story, just it is wow so powerful. Draco and Harry were both brilliant, yet Draco was flawed, broken and just very real. Harry was a warm and generous man deep inside. This is an emotional and beautiful story. It really does get you with all the feels. The ending is so fulfilling and so perfect you know how I am so you can trust me.

Excerpt(optional):Draco pushed up from the armchair and checked his hair in the mirror that was hanging above the mantle. It was impeccable, of course, every white blond strand neatly in place. There was a slight flush across his high cheekbones, but he knew it would fade momentarily and his face looked smooth and composed, his eyes calm. Yes, he could face his father, once he was appropriately girded for the experience. He strode to a concealed closet in the wall and pressed the paneling, standing back as it slid silently open.
“You know what this is about,” Draco continued into the phone. A light began to glow in the secreted closet, showing an array of formal robes hanging neatly from a brass rod. He studied them dispassionately, and then with a slight smirk selected a set fashioned of black velvet with silver snake-head clasps. He doubted the irony would be lost on his father. He slipped into them, carefully closing the elaborate fasteners down the front.


After this I will loose myself in more Christmas fluff :))))))