Title:Unkissed Kisses and Songs Never Sung Two parts
Author:
femmequixotic
Rating:R
Word Count:13,000
Warnings:Major character injury, hurt/comfort
Summary:I sit silently in the shadows, staring at the tiny, pulsing ball of light that tells me my Harry's still alive
Why I loved it:
I sat there stunned after I read this beautiful,amazing,lovely,intense,heartbr
Draco is just perfection the way he was written just brilliant. There are hardly any words I can use to do this justice just it's a must read. My friendoldenuf2nb rec'd it in her journal and I have to rec it here as well. She and I were just overwhelmed by this amazing story.
The link to the second part is at the end of the first part of the story.
Excerpt(optional):
Even now I can still smell the faint scent of the sandalwood hand soap.
"We should have coffee sometime," he says finally, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. The look he gives me is indisputable in its meaning. I've been with enough men to know. "Don't you think?"
That was not what I expected. I don't even know what to say. Before I can come up with a suitably vicious way of turning him down, he steps past me, opening the door, and the warm smile he gives me is wide enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes.
"I'll firecall you," he says, and then he's gone, leaving me unsettled and uncertain and undeniably aroused.
Harry was always good at that.
Author:
femmequixoticRating:R
Word Count:13,000
Warnings:Major character injury, hurt/comfort
Summary:I sit silently in the shadows, staring at the tiny, pulsing ball of light that tells me my Harry's still alive
Why I loved it:
I sat there stunned after I read this beautiful,amazing,lovely,intense,heartbr
Draco is just perfection the way he was written just brilliant. There are hardly any words I can use to do this justice just it's a must read. My friend
oldenuf2nb rec'd it in her journal and I have to rec it here as well. She and I were just overwhelmed by this amazing story.The link to the second part is at the end of the first part of the story.
Excerpt(optional):
Even now I can still smell the faint scent of the sandalwood hand soap.
"We should have coffee sometime," he says finally, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. The look he gives me is indisputable in its meaning. I've been with enough men to know. "Don't you think?"
That was not what I expected. I don't even know what to say. Before I can come up with a suitably vicious way of turning him down, he steps past me, opening the door, and the warm smile he gives me is wide enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes.
"I'll firecall you," he says, and then he's gone, leaving me unsettled and uncertain and undeniably aroused.
Harry was always good at that.
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