Sanity? What sanity? I see no sanity here.

*sneaks in, glances around suspiciously*

Pst. The eagle flies at midday.

*sneaks out again*

In which I rediscover fannish childhood memories ...

Draco threw Harry one swift glance, raised a hand, and went through the door. The blackness swallowed him as if he'd ceased to exist, and then the door slammed behind him, just before Harry's fingers would have caught the edge. Fumbling for the doorknob, shaking off Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder, he pulled it open and found himself staring into the small bathroom. In the warm breeze from the open window, the shower curtain blew slowly back and forth.

The room was empty. Draco was gone.

(From Passing Through)

That scene. That fucking scene. Has haunted me for the last two years. One of the first Harry/Draco stories I read, and it's not even technically H/D, but oh. God. The mythology and the *whimper* and why is this a goddamn WiP? Dammit.

(Draco just blackmailed Harry into sex. Harry took revenge by kissing Draco.)

"That--that was stupid, Potter."

Grinning, "I don't know, I think it was the best idea I've had all day."

"That's hardly a high mark to shoot for."

"You're cute when you're sarcastic."

"I see I'm going to have to strangle you."

(From A Weather of the Heart)

The whole Weather series really should be stupid and silly, but it's just right. And Draco is wonderfully sarcastic.

"Potter, I don't care if he is your best friend, I'm going to kill him in a minute."

Muttered, "Get in line. Ron, we're not under a spell! We're. Um. We're in love."

"We are not!"

"Shut up, Draco, we are so."

(From A Weather of the Eye)

I can't stop quoting this thing. Guh.

HP Fanfic by shalott