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Feb. 22nd, 2017 04:34 am
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Set Up 8 is part of a sweet H/D series where it seems their friends are setting them up.
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Prone To Overcorrection

Feb. 22nd, 2017 03:54 am
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One of the most un-lovely fallouts from being chronically ill is that my life has become very small in many many ways. To my mind, I am currently in a state of extreme stasis. Equilibrium. I am finally mostly off the roller coaster of constant crashes and ER visits and horrible pain spikes and major health crises. But this has come at a price, and lately I am wondering if the price is too high.

Because I see that my family has become collateral damage to me treating myself like a fragile molecule.

Let me break that down a bit so you can understand what goes on.

I feel mostly rotten about 98% of the time. I am physically uncomfortable in varying degrees, dealing with pain that is either hurty or pretty darn severe 100% of the time.  I feel great never. So I have gotten used to avoiding anything that will exacerbate my pain or discomfort.

The problem is that this gets to be a slippery slope. Things like sitting at the table playing a board game with my kids makes me hurt. My back hurts, my neck hurts, and at some point my head will hurt worse. My nausea will escalate and I will spend the night chasing it down with meds, hoping I don’t throw up. Will I die? No. Will I need medical attention? No. Will it injure me? No. So should I suck it up sometimes and just do it? Probably. And it’s like this with a lot of activities that come up in our daily lives. From taking walks, to going out, to running various errands. If it’s at all a stretch for me I will invariably decline to do it.

I have gotten so sick and tired of feeling awful that I have gotten myself into a space where I will avoid feeling worse at almost any price. My default position is to say no to everything because almost everything makes me feel worse all the time. My life being a narrow spectrum is pretty darn fine with me as long as I just don’t feel any worse than my baseline of mediocre-ly bad. If my base pain level is a 6-7 and I am managing it and hanging on and keeping the house running, I feel like I can’t spare those extra few points on the pain scale to be a more fun mom or a more spontaneous wife.

Except I’m not the only person in the equation.

And that’s something I’ve been forgetting.

That when I say no, no, no, I’m not just limiting myself. I’m cutting off the options for everyone around me. I’m limiting fun for my husband and my kids. I’m making my husband’s world smaller and my kids’ disappointment bigger. My illness takes center stage and my failure becomes larger than life. It’s pay now or pay forever.

So my pain is more managed, but ironically my life is more out of control.

Right now I’m kind of struggling with how to fix that.

If I was a hypochondriac, or merely exaggerating, I could give myself a big fat pep talk and, heck, just smile and cheer on up my way out of this mess!! 🙂

But my pain and sick is for real, and I don’t know how to make that fade enough to not scream in my face every time I try to quiet the noise.

I can do more on “good” days, but the reason I even have “good” days is because I treat myself so gently so much of the time.  For someone who was raised with “push through it” and “no pain , no gain” and “pain is weakness leaving the body”, all of this coddling is downright abhorrent. I literally used to hate and despise myself for not being tough enough to just be un-sick through sheer force of will. But I’m here to tell you, whether it’s a failure or not, all these years later, I simply cannot do it. I haven’t been able to overcome it, and it is what it is. I still can’t stand it, but I don’t seem to have a choice.

And my family’s along for the ride.

The question is, how do I make this ride as comfortable as possible for all of the passengers, now that I am reminded that I driving a bus and not a unicycle?





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Savage Love

Feb. 21st, 2017 04:00 am
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Fantasy Scenarios by Dan Savage

I am a straight married man. My wife and I have a 4-year-old and a 3-month-old. We've just started having intercourse again. For Valentine's Day, we spent the night in a B&B while grandma watched the kids. We had edibles, drank sparkling wine, and then fucked. It was amazing. After we came and while we were still stoned and drunk, my wife mentioned she was open to inviting others into our sex life. I asked about getting a professional sex worker. She said no. But maybe if we were in a bar (we're never in bars) and met someone (a unicorn), she might be into it. Anal came up. She's always said she's up for trying anything once. I have a desire to experiment with anal. (Not just me entering her, but her pegging me as well.) I asked if she would use the vibrator we brought on me, just to experiment. She said she was too high to do anything. I felt let down. I feel she unknowingly teased me with fantasies I have, not knowing I actually have them. We have a good sex life, and I'm willing to write off the fantasies we discussed while high and drunk. It's the teasing that drove me crazy.

Having And Realizing Desires

P.S. I'm in no hurry. We just had a baby, and I don't want to pressure my wife right now. My fear is that she may only like the idea of exploring our sexuality together and not the reality of it.

Some people think about, talk about, and masturbate about certain fantasies without ever wanting to realize them. Let's call them Team Fantasize. Some people think about, etc., certain fantasies and would very much like to realize them. Let's call them Team Realize. There's nothing wrong with either team. But when someone on Team Fantasize is married to someone on Team Realize, well, that can be a problem. Knowing your spouse is turned on by fantasies you share but rules out realizing them—or sets impossible conditions for realizing them—can be extremely frustrating. And sometimes a frustrated Team Realize spouse will say something like this to their Team Fantasize mate: "Talking about these fantasies together—this kind of dirty talk—it gets my hopes up about actually doing it. If it's never going to happen, we have to stop talking about it, because it's frustrating."

The problem with that approach? Swingers clubs, BDSM parties, and the strap-on-dildo sections of your finer sex-positive sex-toy stores everywhere are filled with couples who used to be on opposite teams—one from Team Fantasize, the other from Team Realize—but they're both on Team Realize now. And what got them on the same team? Continuing to discuss and share fantasies, even at the risk of frustrating the Team Realize spouse.

So if you ever want to have that threesome or experiment with anal, HARD, you need to keep talking with your wife about these fantasies—and you need to tell her your fantasies too! Tell her you're not pressuring her, of course, but let her know these are things you would actually like to do, and the more you talk about them, the more you want to do them. If she keeps talking with you about them, that's a sign. Not a sign that she's a cruel tease, HARD, but a sign that she's inching closer toward pulling on a Team Realize jersey.

P.S. If your wife doesn't know you have these fantasies—and is consequently teasing you "unknowingly"—that's your fault, HARD, not hers.

I wanted to tell you about something that happened to my friend. (Really!) She was going to bang this dude from OkCupid but wasn't getting a great feeling, so she went to bed and let him crash on the couch. She woke up the next day to find her underwear drawer empty on the floor and all of her underwear wrapped around this dude's feet. She stealthily removed all the panties from his perv hooves and put her shit away. When the morning actualized itself, they parted amicably with no mention of the underwear slippers.

Men In Alaska

Ask yourself which is the likelier scenario, MIA. Scenario 1: This guy stumbled around your friend's dark apartment in the middle of the night, managed to find her underwear drawer, pulled it out and set it on the floor, made himself a pair of pantie-booties, had himself a wank, and fell back to sleep. All without waking your friend. Then your friend got up in the morning, saw her panties wrapped around his hooves, peeled them off one by one, and returned her panties to their drawer. All without waking Perv Hooves up. Scenario 2: Your friend got pervy with this guy, wanted to tell you about this guy's kink, but was too embarrassed to admit that she played along and possibly got into it.

My money is on Scenario 2, MIA, because I've heard this song before: "I met this pervert who did these perverted things in front of me while I was asleep, and I wasn't in any way involved and I wasn't harmed. Isn't that pervert crazy?" Yeah, no. In most cases, the person relaying the story played an active role in the evening's perversions but edited the story to make themselves look like a passive bystander, not a willing participant.

I'm a 30-year-old straight woman who has been with the same guy (high-school sweetheart!) for the last 13 years. We love each other deeply, best friends, etc. The problem isn't that the sex isn't good—he's very good at making me come. But the sex is vanilla and routine, and I would like us to go beyond that. Nothing extreme, I just want to switch things up a bit. Talking about sex makes my husband REALLY uncomfortable. If I ask him what he'd like me to do to him while we're having sex, he shuts down. He'll say, "Everything you do is good," and leave it there. In the very few conversations we've had about this stuff, he's said that he feels intimidated and doesn't know what to say. This is incredibly frustrating for me. How do I get him to loosen up and feel more comfortable about talking to me so that we can eventually progress to some new experiences?

Why Husband Is Prudish

Have you told him what you want? If you haven't—if you're as vague in your conversations with him as you were in your letter to me—you're essentially asking your husband to guess at your undisclosed interests or kinks. Your husband is probably terrified of guessing wrong. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to say—but he's told you he's fine with whatever you want to do. So stop asking him what he wants to do to you, WHIP, and start doing whatever it is you want to do. Take the initiative, be the change you want to see in the sack, lean in or bend over or whatever.

From your sign-off, WHIP, I'm guessing you're interested in some type of BDSM play, most likely with you in the sub role. So lay your kink cards on the table and offer to dominate him first. A lot of subs do some topping, i.e., doing unto others as they would like done unto them, and some subs become tops exclusively. But take baby steps, it's mild before wild, you gotta nail those junior-varsity kinks before moving up to varsity-level kinks, etc. recommended

On the Lovecast, a pro dom on being a sex worker and a single mom:


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Feb. 21st, 2017 05:23 pm
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Drabble: A Standing Invitation

Feb. 21st, 2017 10:00 pm
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Title: A Standing Invitation
Author: [personal profile] alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Neville Longbottom/Charlie Weasley.
Word Count: 100 x 9
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Written for [profile] neville100's prompt #350: Surprise. Dedicated to [ profile] digthewriter just because. :)
Warning(s)/Genre: Outdoor shenanigans, flirty Charlie.
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Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.


A Standing Invitation


The invitation’s a surprise. After all, while Neville’s friendly with the Weasleys, they’ve never been close.

Still, since Harry’s the one who invited him, and he’s an honorary Weasley, Neville feels okay about showing up for Sunday dinner.

Lots of people are there, several of whom Neville didn’t expect, like Snape.

Why Snape’s there becomes obvious later when he spots him holding hands with Harry. He looks uncomfortable. Neville hides his grin as Harry just clings tighter.

“Unlikely couple, but they seem to suit,” someone says.

Neville inclines his head. “They do.”

“Charlie,” the man says, extending a hand.



“Ah, yes, Gryffindor’s hero.” Charlie smiles, and Neville feels it right to his toes.

“That was a surprise, actually. I was…in the right place at the right time.”

“I doubt that’s all it was.” Charlie sips his drink. “Heroism at that level takes planning.”

Fascinated, Neville stares at the column of Charlie’s throat as it works. It takes him coughing for Neville to drag his eyes away. “Harry asked me to kill the snake, so…”

Charlie hums. “Handsome, loyal, and brave? Where’ve they been hiding you?”

Neville flushes. “I’ve been…around.”

Charlie smirks. “Hopefully you’ll stick around.”


When Molly makes everyone sit for dinner, Neville’s disappointed to see he’s seated next to Professor McGonagall. Not that he doesn’t like her, but Charlie’s brilliant, and what with all the flirting, Neville’s been enjoying himself.

Charlie solves the problem by simply sitting in McGonagall’s seat. She adjusts easily, snagging the one on the other side of Snape, but she does smirk in Neville’s direction.

Neville, surprised at the tacit approval, bites his lip.

Charlie moans softly.

Neville blinks. “Are you okay?”

“You bit your lip.” Charlie hums. “Makes me want to bite it, too.”

Neville almost moans as well.


Getting through dinner’s tough. Charlie keeps resting his hand on Neville’s thigh, and Neville, afraid to move lest he attract attention, suffers through the subtle caresses.

When, during pudding, Charlie’s hand covers Neville’s crotch, though, it surprises a moan from him.

Molly smiles. “I take it you like treacle tart, dear? You may have to fight Harry for that last piece.”

Harry laughs. “Or we can share it.”

Neville shakes his head, ignoring Charlie’s smirk. “No, that’s fine. I know it’s your favourite.”

As Harry grins and takes it, Charlie leans in. “Can’t wait to show you my favourite thing.”


“Anyone up for a walk?” Charlie asks as Molly clears away dishes.

“We are,” says Harry, after glancing at Snape.

“I’ll go, too,” Neville says softly.

“Great, let’s go.” Charlie stands, and Neville, ready to do the same, hesitates. He’s half hard, what with Charlie’s teasing. What if someone notices?

Charlie seems to understand immediately. “It’s cold out there,” he says. A moment later two cloaks are in his hand. He hands one to Neville. “Here.”

“Thanks,” Neville says, standing.

“Where are we going?” Harry asks as they all move towards the door.

Charlie’s smirk is sly. “It’s a surprise.”


Once outside, Neville’s tension flows from him. Charlie’s beside him, Harry and Snape lingering behind.

“Where are we going?” Neville asks.

Charlie glances over at him, eyes narrowed. Taking Neville’s hand, he pulls him close. “My favourite snogging spot.”

Heat suffuses Neville’s body. “You’re going to share that with Harry and Snape?” he whispers.

Charlie chuckles softly. “Hell, no.” He grins. “But they’ve no plans on sticking around either.”

“Huh?” Neville looks back in time to see Snape pulling Harry into a copse of trees. “Oh.”

“They found their spot,” says Charlie, eyes sparking with mischief. “Shall we find ours?”


Charlie’s spot is by a small pond. Though it’s getting dark, the area’s surprisingly open. Neville raises an eyebrow. “Here?”

“Not exactly," says Charlie. “This way.” And, drawing him behind a boulder, he shows Neville a sheltered, secluded spot with the perfect view of both the pond and the sunset.

“Wow,” says Neville. “Romantic.”

“Glad you approve.” Charlie pulls him close. “Now, how about you show me the famed sword of Gryffindor?”

Neville groans. “That’s terrible.”

“Perhaps,” Charlie admits. “I still want to see it, though.”

Neville laughs. “How about we start with a kiss.”

“A kiss will do nicely.”


When they emerge from behind the boulder it’s fully dark, and Charlie has to light the way back with his wand.

Neville, rumpled and sated, strolls hand in hand with him, and when they meet Harry and Snape on the path back, they look equally disheveled.

“Did you get lost, too?” Snape asks, smirking. “What a surprise.”

Charlie grins. “It’s easy to get turned around here, even for someone who grew up here.”

Neville and Harry just grin at each other. “I guess that’s our story?” Neville murmurs.

“And we’re sticking with it,” Harry replies.

Neville nods. “Works for me.”


No one says anything when they return to the Burrow, although they get speculative looks, mostly from Molly. She doesn’t seem upset or even that surprised, however, so Neville soon relaxes.

She even prepares a care package for him to take home.“Don’t be a stranger, dear,” she says, patting him on the shoulder.

When it’s time for Neville to leave, Charlie walks him to the Floo. “Visit again soon.”

Neville smiles. “I hate to intrude.”

Stepping close and ignoring his ever-present family members, Charlie kisses him. “You have a standing invitation.”

Heart soaring, Neville smiles. “I’ll remember that.”


Hey. Let’s be friends.

Feb. 21st, 2017 08:08 pm
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10 Reasons to Use a Shutter Remote

Feb. 21st, 2017 03:00 pm
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The Shutter Remote is pretty much the magic wand of the photography world.

Being able to snap a photo without touching your camera or EVEN BEING NEAR IT is downright magical.

Consider us your owl. We’re here to deliver ten reasons you should be using a shutter remote of your own.

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Vintage Images....

Feb. 21st, 2017 06:34 am
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Snippets: Nearly Spring Edition

Feb. 21st, 2017 02:43 pm
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morning moon

The moon the other morning….


All the snow melted last week. It went from knee-deep snow to ankle-deep mud in three days. I got legit depressed, like the way you feel when a visiting friend leaves and you know you won’t see each other again for nearly a year. Not that we won’t get more snow – we surely will – but deep winter is officially over, and I really, really love deep winter, loved it even more than usual this year. Dusk at 4pm and candles lit by 6pm; the quiet (unlike all other forms of quiet) of walking in the snow while it’s snowing; chopping ice from the water tanks with the big ax; the glitter, everywhere, on sunny days…..

Spring sure knows how to flirt, though. When it comes to seasons, if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with. The last few days, I’ve woke to birds singing, and yesterday a friend and I lounged in the sunshine while brainstorming a new project. I cannot say these things are not delectable.


Ivan update: he is the only cat I’ve known who runs TOWARD the vacuum and tries to play with it.


From the department of long time coming, I have created a Charlie Fan Art page, an ever-expanding showcase of *your* pictures of Charlie. I put the first batch of art up this weekend. Check it out HERE! And send me your work!


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He told Empire Magazine that "I worked really hard on that movie and it meant a lot [to me], but I don't know if what I was trying to do would fit in with what [the studio's] vision is. I had a take on the film that, well, nobody liked... We just saw different movies, and at the price range this kind of movie hangs in, that's never gonna work."

Vampire slaying for the soul.

Feb. 20th, 2017 10:23 pm
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When hiding behind a comforting obsession can be the source of strength. AKA what I did in Freshman psych class, instead of studying.

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It's made by Insight Editions who are also bringing out a Buffy journal. The Firefly notebook will include "iconic art from the show and "found" writing from the characters".

VIDEO! Charlie In The Wind

Feb. 20th, 2017 09:00 am
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I made a video of Charlie for you!

It’s pretty basic – because my video skills are pretty basic. But you can see how pretty Charlie is in the wind, and in movement. This video is normal speed; both Charlie and the wind make it look sped up – it’s not.

Mike was feeding cows over the hill and Charlie could hear the truck engine, even over the wind, which is what he keeps looking at and eventually running off to investigate.

video taken January 2017

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Posted by Laurie

Ken and I love road trips. We get some books on tape, put a mattress and blankets in the back of the van and take off. As long as I have my knitting (along with more yarn and needles than I will ever use), we could go forever.

We just got back from three weeks. We drove from our home in Colorado to northern California. And it rained. And rained. We tried to drive down the Pacific Coast Highway, but ran into a total of 13 road closures. As we were driving one of the detours away from the PCH, we encountered a slide that had to have happened only minutes before we got there. A car had just come by us, so they must have just gotten through before the slide. So we put on our lumberjack hats and move a tree from the road ourselves. A local man came by and he pulled out his saw and helped us. I told Ken that I wanted an adventure, but who could have guessed it would have been this?

We were able to continue on our way to visit our son Lorne in Los Angeles.

I hope to someday still drive the entire Pacific Coast Highway. More about our adventures coming in the next days.

Drabble: Reviving Tradition

Feb. 20th, 2017 07:45 pm
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Title: Reviving Tradition
Author: [personal profile] alisanne
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Written for [community profile] harry100/[community profile] harry100/[ profile] harry100's prompt #305: Goblet of Fire.
Rating: PG
Length: 100 x 10
Warnings: None, although Ron may not agree.
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Reviving Tradition


“Bloody hell,” Harry said, staring at the parchment.

“New case?” Ron asked.

Harry handed over the parchment.

“Fuck,” Ron muttered, reading.

“Exactly.” Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “How can they have that competition again? Last time a Death Eater used it to revive Voldemort!”

Ron sighed. “Not that I’m defending them, but it’s tradition.”

Harry gave him a flat look. “And when Hugo enters?”

Ron blanched.

Harry groaned. “Lily surely will.”

“We could order them not to put their names in the Goblet of Fire.”

“Yes, because they follow orders so well.”

Ron stood. “When are we leaving?”


They arrived at Hogwarts midday, and were immediately ushered into the Headmistress’ office. “Harry! Ron! Lovely to see you.”

“Minerva.” Harry smiled. “We got your letter about the Triwizard Tournament.”

“Isn’t it wonderful?”

Harry coughed. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“Positive.” Minerva beamed. “It’s never been safer. In fact, the charms on the Goblet of Fire this year are being preformed by an Unspeakable.”

“Oh?” Ron’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”

“Draco Malfoy,” Minerva said. “And, as his son’s a student here, I’m sure he’s taking great care with it.”

“Oh?” Harry’s heart sped up. “Any chance we can speak with him?”


“I can’t believe we Portkeyed all the way to Hogwarts, only to turn right back around to return to the Ministry,” Ron muttered.

“Yeah, we should’ve Flooed ahead—”

“Shit!” Ron groaned. “Speaking of Flooing, I must call Hermione.”

“Okay,” said Harry. “I can handle Malfoy and the Goblet of Fire. Tell her hello.”

“You’re sure?” Ron raised an eyebrow.

Harry chuckled. “I’m an adult, Ron. I’m not going to hex Malfoy because he annoys me.”

“If you say so.” Ron grinned. “If you do hex him though, call me. I’ll help hide the body.”

Harry laughed. “You’re a true friend.”



Harry walked in. “Malfoy?”

Malfoy had his back turned. “On the table, please.”

After admiring his arse for a moment, Harry cleared his throat. “I’m not a delivery person.”

Malfoy turned around, facing Harry. “Potter? What are you doing here?”

Harry spread his hands apart. “I needed to see you and, well, this is where you work.”

Malfoy snorted. “Hilarious, Potter. But really, why?”

“I really did need to see you.” Harry looked around, spotting the Goblet of Fire in the corner. “It’s about that, in fact,” he said nodding at it.

Malfoy nodded. “Ah. Very well, sit down.”


“You’re sure the Goblet’s safe?” Harry asked once seated.

Malfoy, behind his desk, leaned forward. “Are you questioning my ability to perform a simple charm, Potter?”

Harry sighed. “I’m not down here to fight. I’m sure you understand why I’ve concerns about reviving this tournament, though.”

Slowly, Malfoy nodded. “I assure you, no one can tamper with that goblet.”

“What about the other items they’re using in the competition?”

Malfoy frowned. “I’ve no idea.”

Harry pursed his lips. “Your son’s at Hogwarts. Would you want him to compete?”

Malfoy’s smile was wry. “I doubt I’ll be able to stop him.”


Harry nodded. “Yeah, I’m afraid my daughter listens to me just as much.” They shared a cautious smile.

“Perhaps Ginevra—”

Harry shook his head. “We’re divorced. She’s…not around much.”

“Really?” Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t know that.”

“We kept it quiet.” Harry sighed. “People are too interested in my life as it is.”

“I see.” Malfoy’s smirk was unnerving.

“What about your wife?” Harry asked. “Surely she could intervene—”

“I’m not married.” Malfoy’s smirk deepened. “Scorpius’ mother is in the south of France and has no interest in him.”

“So it’s just us.” Harry smiled. “Ideas?”

Malfoy hummed. “Maybe.”


“So, to be clear,” said Ron. “You met with Malfoy, and somehow you and he talk Minerva into appointing you monitors of the Goblet of Fire?”

“Isn’t it brilliant?” Harry grinned. “That way I can keep an eye on Lily, so if she gets into trouble, I’m right there.”

“And the fact Malfoy’s involved isn’t a bonus?”

Harry felt himself blushing. “What?”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Pull the other one, mate. You’ve fancied him since sixth year.”


“I don’t mind,” Ron continued. “I only want you happy. Just…keep the snogging to a minimum, yeah?”

Harry laughed. “Will do.”


“I wasn’t chosen,” Lily whinged. “Stupid Goblet of Fire.”

“Tough luck,” Harry said as he watched a similar scene across the room. Scorpius Malfoy’s shoulders were slumped, and Draco was murmuring to him. As if sensing Harry watching, he looked up, smiling faintly before resuming his conversation with Scorpius.


“Of course, Lils.” Harry hugged her. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not fair. Stupid Goblet, choosing Hugo.”

Harry smiled, imagining Ron’s reaction. “You’ll have to give him your support.”

“I suppose.” Pulling back, Lily sighed. “I’ll see you later, Dad. I’m going to find Emily.”

“All right.” Watching her leave, Harry smiled.


“Well, that worked out,” said Malfoy as the Durmstrang champion was awarded his prize. “And I didn’t even have to cheat.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “You’d have cheated?”

Malfoy hummed. “To keep Scorpius safe? Absolutely. Fortunately, it wasn’t necessary.”

“If I’d detected cheating, I’d have had to report you.”

Malfoy smirked. “Ooh. Would you’ve tied me up and interrogated me?”

Harry coughed. “Maybe.”

“So,” Malfoy said after a brief silence, “as our offspring are safe, we can return to our former lives.”

Harry smiled. “Or we could go get a drink.”

“We could,” Malfoy agreed.

Harry beamed. “Great! Let’s go.”


“Harry?” Ron cried outside Harry’s office. “You back? I hear the Goblet of Fire’s secure—Shit!”

Harry, kissing Draco, pulled away. “Ron.”

Draco huffed. “Learn to knock, Weasley!”

Groaning, Ron turned away. “We agreed you’d keep the snogging to minimum!”

“Yeah, about that—” Harry coughed. “We may have to renegotiate. Also, technically, it’s my office.”

“I suppose it could have been worse,” Ron muttered at the wall. “I could’ve interrupted something really…”

“Intimate?” Draco smirked. “Give us time, we’ll get to it.”

Shaking his head, Ron fled.

Looping his arms around Harry’s neck, Draco leaned in. “Now, where were we?”


Vintage Charcoal Sketches...

Feb. 20th, 2017 10:24 am
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Posted by Paulette Creates

As you know, I have been playing a lot with mixed media.  I am loving it.  In fact, I think I have three or four more that I have made to show you hopefully later on today.

These scanned charcoal sketches are some of the goodies that I am using in my mixed media.  Also would make great card fronts, or texture/backgrounds for cards.
Let me know if you are doing any mixed media.
Also, let me know what you think.


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