I’ve decided that every time I read a good Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy slash fiction I’m going to blog about it (Without giving away the good bits).
I’m doing this simply because I feel it would be nice to have a collection of really good ones all in one place.
I’m 22 years old and have been following Harry Potter since 1998, I’m the biggest HP fan I know and I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.
I’m dyslexic and I strongly believe that without JK Rowling’s Harry Potter I would still be terrible at reading.
Over the years I’ve read hundreds of Harry Potter based fanfictions, I read two new ones every day and always check for updates on the other ones I’m following.
Here’s Something Short and Sweet, so short that I’ll put it up here – It’s not mine it’s a fanfiction by “redandblackbeads” – Read it a few times it just gets better and better every time you read it.
It’s Called: Earwax
Summary: Harry learns all about sex when Dumbledore takes care to answer his poorly worded question. Just a little plot-bunny I had running around.
Disclaimer: I do not own, never have owned, nor
will I ever own Harry Potter.
"Alas! Earwax!"
Harry looked up at Dumbledore, frowning a little.
"Uh ... sir?"
"Yes, Harry?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled down at him.
"Exactly
how do you know what earwax tastes like?"
And to Harry's surprise, Dumbledore flushed a deep, revealing red, before chucking heartily, nudging the half-moon glasses higher up on his nose and adjusting his seat on the side of Harry's bed. He cleared his throat and met Harry's eyes squarely, a small indulging smile on his old face.
"Well, you
see, Harry, when a man and a woman - or, alternatively, two women, or two
men - or, of course,
more than two, that can and
does happen - love each other
very dearly ..."
Two hours later
"... and
that, Harry my boy, is how I know what earwax tastes like."
Harry stared up at his headmaster, his face alternating crimson red, an interesting pastel-green, and an unprecedented shade of white in a fascinating arrangement of blotches.
"Harry?"
"S ... s-sir?" Harry's voice came out embarrassingly high as he barely managed to squeak the single word out.
"Hm?" Dumbledore looked fondly down on his favourite student.
"H-He ... uh ... y-y-y-you ..?"
Dumbledore chuckled a little, pat Harry on the knee (either ignoring, or not noticing the way Harry squealed and leapt back, clutching the covers to him protectively) and scooped another Bertie Botts Every
Flavoured Bean. Plopping it in his mouth, he froze, then chewed thoughtfully for a long moment, before swallowing noisily, smacking his lips a little, then exclaiming,
"How intriguing! Hippogriff urine!"
Wisely, Harry chose not to comment.