Dread

My roommate's best friends husband is on his deathbed and she just went to the store to get some liquor. I can actually feel my shoulder's tensing. She is a terrible morose drunk. And won't stop talking to you. I hope she is passed out by the time I get home. Please?

HP Fic

Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Taking Sides
Author: libco
Timeframe: post DH
Rating: All ages
Disclaimer: I am obviously to my dismay, not JK Rowling.


Draco strode through the pub, seemingly oblivious to the muttered imprecations that followed in his wake.

“Traitor.”

He didn’t break stride.

“Turncoat.”

He shook his head in sympathy for the poor misguided souls. He finally stopped at the table where Harry Potter and Ron Weasley sat. “Well?” he said.

“You’re wrong Malfoy, absolutely wrong, and I don’t know how you can’t see it for yourself,” said Harry.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s treason!” chimed in Ron.

“Look, all you have to do is look at which side has money, power, talent, and drive, and it’s an easy decision to make.”

“For someone like you.”

Draco could not believe how stubborn they were. “All I am saying is, this year England doesn’t stand a chance, it’s Spain all the way.”