Wednesday - Love in the Afternoon

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Hello everyone!! I'm johnboy91719 bringing you a brand new theme today.

In honor of Wednesday being sometimes referred to as Hump Day, let's have some love in the afternoon. That's right, folks. Let's see some fics about sex. Events leading up to it, the act itself, or whatever happens afterwards. It can be sweet and innocent or naughty and raunchy. Let your mind take you wherever it wants to go, even if it's found a nice home in the gutter like mine has.

Please remember the following:

* Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.

* No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.

* Show some love to the code monkeys and format your prompts correctly. Examples below (last one is for crossovers):

• Star Trek XI, Kirk/Bones, quickie in the sickbay
• One Life to Live, Oliver/Kyle, afterglow
• Dollhouse/author's choice, Victor/author's choice, Victor is the dominant one in an engagement

If none of the prompts left today trip your trigger, feel free to take a peek at the Lonely Prompts. Now have fun and prompt away!!

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Comments

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Draco/Oliver, last goodbye

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

The funeral comes sooner than anyone expected mostly because Olver lived through the battle of Hogwarts, so nobody saw it cmoing that he would in a freak acccident at Quidditch training. Even magic can't remedy a broken neck.
Puddlemere's whole team and crew are there, every Gryffindor teammate and many others, too.
The only one who Harry didn't expect to see is Draco Malfoy. Hell, he didn't even know that Malfoy and Oliver knew each other.
Draco stays away from the other mourners but he lays two roses, one white and one red onto the casket. Beneath the shallow mask of stoicism he looks miserable and wretched, fragile and vulnerable somewhow as if he would break any time soon. The last time Harry saw Malfoy like this was when he was working on killing Dumbledore to save his parents and himself.
'Amor ordinem nescit.' Harry heard him saying.
Oliver's mother apparently saw him, too, because she walked to him and hit Draco. He let it happen, apathically, but Harry, who stood only a few feet away saw tears cling to Draco's lashes.
'Malfoy?' He asked because he couldn't help himself.
'Potter.' Even Draco's sneer was only a fraction of its usual apperance.
'I didn't know you knew Oliver.'
'We met at work.' Now Harry remembered that Malfoy had gone to Healer school and was Puddlemere's medic wizard. Now it made sense that Oliver's mother would blame him for her son's death.
'You were close?' It wasn't a question, not really. Draco shrugged:
'It's not important, Potter.'
'I'm sorry.' Draco's glare was full of contempt:
'Spare me your pity. I'm no the one who's dead.'

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Amor ordinem nescit - Loves knows no order

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

Oh this is beautiful! So very sad. :( Thank you.

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it even though it was sad :)