My Journal Needs A Secretary... new/old H/D??

[ravenna_c_tan]

So, tonight, I did something I've been meaning to do forever, which is to friend everyone who commented on all the fics of mine that have been up at various fests all around LJ this year. While doing that I discovered that I never had replied to comments on "A Wizard's Memory," the H/D I wrote for charlotteschaos for hd_holidays last Christmas.

Which got me to wondering, did I ever even cross-post the story here? The reveal took place on February 18th, when I was heavy into the modding of the first round of hp_tarot, started posting the f-locked early version of the multi-chapter threesome fic "Between Boy and Man," and also my RPG was quite busy then, too. Oh yeah, and real life deadlines.

I just looked through my archive and a quick look does not show it. So, here, eight months late, is a cross-post of my H/D story. This is far less dark than a lot of what I write, but pretty involved characters (of course), and sex (of course)...

Title: A Wizard's Memory
Author: ravenna_c_tan
Gift Fic for: charlotteschaos
Word Count: 5900
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's fanfic and we know it.
Beta-reader: Betas were not announced during the fest to confound guessers, and now it's enough time gone by that I am not sure who did read this. twistedm fessed up to it, and I think maybe Grace was the other one? *headdesk*
Summary: At a big Christmas party, Harry runs into the one person he thinks he wants to forget.

There he was.

Draco Malfoy stood at the polished mahogany bar, one elbow against the wood, chatting up a dark-haired wizard, looking utterly relaxed. But Harry knew he wasn't. Draco was never completely relaxed. The pose was calculated, just like the length of his hair, just long enough to look like he didn't care about it, as if he'd let it go too long, when really, he spelled it that exact length, just the right length to brush the tops of his shoulders as he turned his head.

The right length to brush his lover's skin when he was on top.

Harry unclenched his fists and turned away just as Draco's sharp chin swiveled toward him.

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