Okay, now that that's over with, go read V's exquisite True But Not Nice, which I read as a WiP and the ending of which still makes me whimper. Also, scorching hot sex, and Pucey, although no sex with Pucey. Alas. Also, Percy being Stephanie from Full House, and now I must go re-read it just to get rid of that image.
Melle: *grabs Harry and Lee by the scruff of the neck* "Hold it, Gryffindorks. You're not allowed to go be a smartass in Bole's journal."
Harry: "But why not?"
Lee: "Yeah, why not?"
Melle: "Because you, Harry, have more important things to worry about -- like the fact that your boyfriend's father wants you dead -- and you, Lee, have Slytherin-phobia."
Lee: *grins brightly* "Hey, I have to confront my fears!"
Melle: *sighs*
Heh. Spam subject line: "Stop harassing calls!" My first thought? "But I'm not harassing any calls!" Yeah. I need coffee.
Still have annoying low-grade fever, or at least I did this morning. I am not amused.
Amy? I blame you for the fact that my head is currently filled with images of Harry and Draco traipsing through Middle Earth. Bitch. :p
Other images currently in my head include Marcus and Oliver tearing down the Three Broomsticks while attempting to kill each other with a Quaffle, and Percy resting his forehead against the rim of his mug. I'm sympatising. (And there's something I never thought I'd say about Percy. Oi.)
Dear self: stop reading gay porn on company time. Especially reallyfuckinggood gay porn, because if you're looking as flushed as you feel, people are gonna wonder. Yeah.
I need a smoke, man.