~faites-moé chanter~

g'morning, have some porn :D this is mlisubaru's fault, again

Sat, 27 Nov 2004 13:05:38 GMT

I R POSTING ANOTHER FANFIC I ROTE, LAWL. OKAY SO IZ A DRABBLE AND IT IS SLASHY. NO RILLY. IT IZ. IT WUZ WRITTEN AT TWO IN THA MURNING. OMG THIS IS MY TIRD SLAZH FICCY! :D

Title: Draw Your Own Conclusions.
Author: ME! >:O I PWN.
Rating: R to NC-17. It's all up to your interpretation what's happening.
Pairing: Draco / Harry.
Summary: Draco talks Harry into wearing only an apron and forces him to BAKE A PIE. No, there's nothing dirty involving the pie, you sick asshats. Anyway, Harry threatens to cry, Draco laughs at him, and there's a whole lot of talking. :O This is Harry's fault. DAMN YOU AND YOUR GIVING ME PLOTBUNNIES.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and STUFF created and owned by J. K. Rowling, along with various publishers including, but not limited, to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books. Also Warner Bros., Inc. I WISH I WERE MAKING MONEY BUT I AM NOT. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. ...El oh el.

"You look quite good like that."

"Shut up."

"I think that apron is rather fetching on you. You should wear it more often."

"Stop patting yourself on the back for another brilliant idea. I said 'shut up', Malfoy."

"So now we're back to 'Malfoy' again? That's so grade-school."

"I seem to remember you refusing to call me anything but 'Potter' up until two months ago, fancy that."

"Do you have a point?"

"Sigh. No, Draco. No I don't."

"When do you ever?"

"Very funny."

"I thought so."

"Oh, I know you did. You should be a comedian."

"As long as you remain my personal chef."

"Stop it."

"You have a bit on your nose."

"Dra--!"

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes! For starters, that wasn't my nose you were touching. ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"I'll let you draw your own conclusions."

"Who'd have thought that baking a pie would bother you so much."

"You're standing in the kitchenette wearing only an apron, genius. I wouldn't think of it as being 'bothered', either."

"..."

"Now where was I..."

"I mean it, Malfoy, knock it off."

"And what will you do if I don't?"

"I'll..."

"You'll what?"

"I'll cry."

"You wouldn't. Stop acting like such a girl, Potter."

"Oh, so now we're back to 'Potter' again?"

"While this may seem a tad immature, I do believe you started it."

"Bloody he--!"

"Quit complaining. I know for a fact that you quite enjoyed it. It's written all over your face."

"Kind of like being a smug bastard is written all over yours?"

"Something like that."

"..."

"Merlin, what is it now? You're not normally this jumpy."

"There's a window RIGHT THERE, just in case you didn't notice before!"

"And? Who lives around here that can walk by and see? Or do you think one of your little friends will stop by? I wonder how they'd react if you answered the door like this."

"Not funny,--Ma--Malfoy!"

"I can just imagine how humiliating it'd be for you, Potter."

"... I hate you."

"Mm, yes, I gathered that. But, while you may hate me at this moment, you're still enjoying it."

"Ge--t bent,--tosser."

"... Do you smell that, Potter?"

"P--pardon? Smell what?"

"I think your baking is burning in the oven."

"What?! ... This is all your fault, you damn git! If you hadn't..."

"If I hadn't what?"

"..."

"I'll be going upstairs now. Feel free to join me when you get things under control here. You can wear the apron, if you want."

"... Feckin' asshole."

yer a wizard, 'arry, 'n tha's why ya gots no WANG

Thu, 25 Nov 2004 09:57:31 GMT

SeekerPride: I'm sure a wizard can see a DILDO and figure out WHAT THE HELL IT'S FOR.
SeekerPride: UNLESS WIZARDS DON'T HAVE PENISESESES!
SeekerPride: OMG!
SilverJadeDaphne: They don't!
SeekerPride: THE STORK BRINGS WIZARD BABIES IN!
SilverJadeDaphne: Why do you think they need to buy a wand?
SeekerPride: THE WAND HAS A SPECIAL SPERM BUTTON!
SilverJadeDaphne: YES
MagicalMaxx: This one time, at Wizard camp... :O
SilverJadeDaphne: *DIES*
SeekerPride: YOU JUST GIVE IT SOME DNA AND IT TRANSFIGURES IT WITHIN THE WOOD.
SeekerPride: HEE HEE, WOOD.
SilverJadeDaphne: XD
SeekerPride: Here, hun. *holds up the wand* It'll be all over in a second! SPOOGEIRUS!
SilverJadeDaphne: Of course, Harry didn't realize he was missing anything...
SilverJadeDaphne: *DIES*
SilverJadeDaphne: XD
SeekerPride: Harry wouldn't miss what he never had!
SeekerPride: Hagrid: Yer a wizard, 'arry!
SeekerPride: Harry: I'm a wot?!
SeekerPride: Hagrid: Yeah, tha's why ya gots no WANG.
SilverJadeDaphne: *chokes on water*
SeekerPride: Hagrid: Yeh get a wand as a consolation prize, tho.
SeekerPride: Harry: ...
SilverJadeDaphne: *DIES*
SilverJadeDaphne: I am never going to look at the wizarding world the same way again.

i am bored, whodda thunk it

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 20:45:05 GMT

My journal is called: 'Faites-moé chanter.' which means, from what I've gathered, 'Make me sing.'. I don't claim to be an expert in French or anything. In fact, I don't even speak it at all anymore. It's a line from a song that I quite enjoy that is in French and while I can't connect to the entire song personally, I find that I can connect to that one line in a number of ways. I like to sing and I often have to be forced to do things, even things that I happen to enjoy doing. The list goes on and on.

My username is: Pyreflies. Ever play Final Fantasy X? You know those little 'bug' glowy things in the Farplane and around the Moonflow? Also, what people and friends disperse into once they die? Yeah, those are pyreflies. Not only do they seem to be what all living beings in Spira are made up of, whether human, Guado, friend, Ronso, etc., they're also able to recreate memories based on a one's thoughts. People visit the Farplane in order to see those who they have lost in years gone by, but in actuality it's the pyreflies reacting to them and providing them with an almost tangible recreation. I chose Pyreflies partially due to the deeper meaning behind it in relation to myself as well as a need for something original, as I had left Amiboshi behind for a while. :O Oh noes!

My default userpic is currently is: A super-deformed Draco Malfoy hugging a lion plushie, drawn by peacekeeper. It comes from a plot that happened on Liberi Bellum where a select few characters wound up experiencing a moral principle swap, Draco being one of them. peacekeeper drew a picture of them all and I iconed the one of Draco for my actual Draco journal as an out of character icon, but then decided to actually use it on my real journal, because I <3 it. Yay!

EDIT: I was just browsing through RP journals when I came across this icon used in a Draco journal: http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/21829437/5057089 ...Is it just me or does Draco have BOOBS?!

oh, the joys of having weird grandparents

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 18:17:22 GMT

Grandpa: Go vote! >:O
Me: No.
Grandpa: WHY NOT?
Me: Because I don't know enough about the parties and candidates to make an informed decision. e_e
Grandpa: HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED IN WWI AND WWII JUST SO YOU COULD VOTE?!
Me: I don't think the point of either war was so I could vote. Or anyone else, for that matter. >_> In fact, politics started both wars! >:O *VOTES ANARCHY*
Grandpa: You're an ignorant teenag--
Me: Dude, I'm 22!
Grandpa: YOU'RE AN IGNORANT ADULT, THEN!
Me: No I'm not! >:O I got an honour roll mark in Social Studies on my diploma exam after going to only four classes. >:O I know what I'm talking about!
Grandma: Yeah. Heather's a smart-ass, not ignorant.
Me: :D ...Hey, wait a minute...

'allo? salut?

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 15:34:06 GMT

karasu? peacekeeper? ARGH. IT'S 8:33 AM. WHERE IS EVERYONE?!

this is totally mlisubaru's idea

Sun, 21 Nov 2004 13:14:00 GMT

I R POSTING ANOTHER FANFIC I ROTE, LAWL. OKAY SO IZ A DRABBLE AND IT IS SLASHY. NO RILLY. IT IZ. IT WUZ WRITTEN AT TWO IN THA MURNING. OMG THIS IS MY SECONED SLAZH FICCY! :D

Title: Questions.
Author: ME! >:O I PWN.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Ron / Zacharias.
Summary: Ron PWNS Zacharias in the Room of Requirement. There's a lot of hating of the questions Zacharias asks. This fic is entirely Harry's fault for wanting to see the pairing done while I was in the mood to drabble. It took me half an hour to write this. :O SAD.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and STUFF created and owned by J. K. Rowling, along with various publishers including, but not limited, to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books. Also Warner Bros., Inc. I WISH I WERE MAKING MONEY BUT I AM NOT. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. ...El oh el.

Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.

It was just one of those days. He had always suspected it, he thought for the longest time that he had real friends, too. Who knew, however, in the end, that the suspicions were true and his friends... weren't really friends at all. He just wanted to be alone. Ron purposely avoided particular hallways that would lead him to one of Malfoy's usual hangouts, storming up to the Room of Requirement. No one would bother him there... at least not for a little while.

While Ron made sure to compensate for Draco's presence, however, he forgot about another. He shouldn't of been all that surprised to see Zacharias Smith standing outside the room that was everything and nothing, looking as shady as can be. Zacharias had every right to be there, truth be told, and so the red-head didn't question it. Catching sight of Ron, he raised an eyebrow, he opened his mouth. There was something said, something asked, but Ron didn't hear it. He saw red and was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to thump the Hufflepuff quite soundly.

Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.

How things got this far, even Ron wasn't sure. He didn't even like men, much less Zacharias Smith. He just got so furious and in the heat of what could have been called a battle, somehow, they had wound up in the room. Somehow, Zacharias was stripped down to nothing. Somehow, Ron was inside of him, driving in with his hips, the Hufflepuff crying out as he buried his face into his arms to stifle the calls that were indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. As long as he wasn't yelling for it all to stop, however, that meant it was a green light to continue.

For Zacharias, it was just another question. A thought, a disbelief, a meaningless pursuit that he hadn't been intending on experiencing but figured why not. For Ron, it was pure instinct and confusion. He had pent up frustration and to say that Zacharias was convenient would be a complete understatement, even if the little twit didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.

Ron ran his calloused hands up the pale back slick with sweat before him. He traced the spine straight up to the neck. Beneath him, Zacharias shivered. The sensation shook his entire body, something that Ron could feel quite clearly and with a harsh sob at the jostling, he threw his head back and stilled, some of the crimson strands of hair falling back while the rest clung to his forehead. He didn't dare move, so close to the edge already.

"Are you finished?" Zacharias said, strained, but indifferent, his voice sounding out through the din and interrupting the pleasured, intoxicating haze that had seized Ron's senses.

Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.

The thrusting began once again, spurred by new fervor. The legs of the desk scrapped roughly against the cobblestone floor and it was dully noted that Zacharias had curled his fingers around the edges of the flat surface, his desperate attempts to hold it in place were enough to cause his knuckles to blanche. As long as his muffled cries continued, it mattered little if he happened to be pushing the Hufflepuff around. Ron dragged short fingernails back down the back before him to grip onto the blonde's hips as he pushed in a final time to the point where Zacharias was spooned against him.

His breath hitched somewhere along the line between lungs and mouth. Ron bent double over the other boy, forehead against the shoulder blade and shuddered. He held on as if he would possibly fall off the edge of the world if he did not. Zacharias cringed in pain at the fingers that would surely leave fine bruises behind. After a few moments, once the stars that had exploded in his vision cleared away, Ron withdrew with a pleasured sort of sigh and a funny little smile, his head swimming with endorphins. Zacharias, however, moved sorely into a standing position.

"You all right?" The red-head asked, his polite nature upped to a simply astounding level.

Zacharias looked at him for a full minute and he was leaning on the desk, which had been used for their activities, using it to support himself. After that, his thin shoulders rolled in a shrug and he said dismissively, "What do you think?"

Ron glared. For a short while, the two stood facing off against one another, but Ron was the first to look away, distracted by the sight of the fluids he had emptied into the Hufflepuff losing their viscosity and dribbling down the blonde's leg, to which they were ignored by Zacharias. He wondered, somewhere, in the back of his mind, if perhaps he should see to it that things weren't left unfinished, but Ron was already dressed and out the door by then, confused and lost, but at least he had stopped thinking about what preoccupied his mind earlier with this new development...

Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.

lookit the dumb survey, yay

Fri, 19 Nov 2004 23:56:49 GMT

Number of people on my lj friends list: 77, technically (Not including myself, but including the fact that one journal is shared between TWO people), but in actuality 70. Some of my friends have two journals. :O
whom I've met in person: 32.
whom I've met in person more than once: 24.
whose house I've been to: 9.
who have been to my house: 6.
whose precise geographic location I know offhand: 29.
whose full names I know offhand: 13.
whom I've followed/been in touch with for more than 3 years: 32.
whose journal I consider myself "addicted" to: I show varying degrees of interest based on the topic discussed in the journal. I'm not really addicted because I don't read EVERYTHING, but it's not as though I read nothing as well. I'm addicted to my friends list in general. How's that? XD
whose ex I slept with: ... 1.
who I'd do: 10. Not counting the ones I've already 'done'. AHAHAHA. Most of them are girls. XD
who I've done: 2.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 04:24:04 GMT

I enjoy screaming at the top of my lungs. It's very therapeutic.

ar_lain is teh intelligermerent

Wed, 10 Nov 2004 23:13:06 GMT

Kyo says, "Gambit is lame."
Kyo says, "Laaaaaaame."
Ed says, "Your mom is lame."
Kyo says, "YOUR mom is lame, Ed."
Ed says, "Dude, my mom fucking made fudge."
Amiboshi says, "..."
Kyo says, "I bet she did."
Amiboshi DIES.
Ed says, "What?" c_c

hi me (yeah, i'm talking to myself)

Tue, 09 Nov 2004 11:15:35 GMT

I know you're going to forget, so I'm leaving a reminder for you about what you need to do today when you get home from work:

You've wrapped up three RP scenes this evening and all three of them need to be posted on the IC community because having all those crazy place holders all over looks funny. However, before any of them are posted, what you need to do is go through them and see if the poses you have made measure up to par. If not, fix them.

Next, you need to bug rekichan to finish that Draco and Wayne scene with you, because it's kinda important as Draco now wants to retaliate against Wayne for attempting to stuff his head into the loo. There's also inami, who is looking for a conclusion to that Remus and Tonks in Hogsmeade scene.

Once the roleplay aspects are taken care of and the logs with Harry, Daphne and Narcissa editted, plus that one involving Anthony to catch it up with the Narcissa one, ~~you have a journal entry for Draco that needs to be perfected and an apologetic owl to Narcissa that needs to be sent~~.

After all these are done, you must speak with inami and provide him with the information that he will need in order to write those two Daily Prophet articles that are very important to the underlaying plot of the game. They will be posted next week, however, it's always good to be prepared for next week is still too soon.

~~Speaking of plots, you will be starting one with karasu on Wednesday. Icons are be needed for this, so you know what to look for. Get out and find them ASAP~~.

Last, but not least, a Hogsmeade notice really needs to be posted on Liberi Bellum at the moment, so get that done as soon as you start to hear word from the other players as to what would be a good time for them. That's it for now, but as soon as I think of more, I will add it for you in a later entry. Update your damn 'To Do' list.

don't even ask, nobody ever said i make a whole lot of sense

Sat, 06 Nov 2004 12:19:08 GMT

*BASHBASHBASHBASHBASHBASH* PRETTY! :D

taken from kotoludi SNARK

Fri, 05 Nov 2004 08:28:41 GMT

How long would you last in a zombie movie by zombi357

Username

Weapon of choice

Friend who turned that you had to kill

inami

Chance you will survive: 75%

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ahahaha, moral principle swaps on characters are fun

Tue, 02 Nov 2004 09:11:47 GMT

http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/frettchen/1940.html

XD There are days where I really do love playing Draco.

lookit all this fandom shit

Sun, 31 Oct 2004 09:02:50 GMT

I apologize in advance for the spam but I'm too lazy to cut this and if I DO then NO ONE WILL PRAISE ME. GIVE ME ATTENTION AND LOVE. LOOK, MOMMY, I CAN DRAW! :D This is a sketch of Ginny Weasley from, you guessed it, Harry Potter, as she is played at Liberi Bellum RPG. It's her Halloween Ball outfit. <3 Woe is Ginny, having made it for Dean's benefit only to have him totally ditch her. JERK. >:O I'll have you know that my milkshake brings all the boys to the TARD! >:O

and the people on my friends list go 'WHAT THE ASS IS THIS'

Sat, 30 Oct 2004 12:14:31 GMT

OMGZ, CHECK IT OUT, I R POSTING A FANFIC I ROTE, LOLLERSKATES. IT WUZ ORIGINALY MENT 2 BEE A DRABBLE AND IT IS SLASHY. NO RILLY. IT IZ. IT WUZ WRITTEN AT FUR IN THA MURNING. OMG THIS IS MY FIST SLAZH FICCY! :D

Title: Addictive Strawberries.
Author: ME! >:O I PWN.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Ron / Draco.
Summary: Ronald Weasley wonders how he ever wound up with Draco Malfoy as a bed partner and why he sticks around, as well. What he realizes is that it all has to do with strawberries. :O What an addiction! WRITTEN BECAUSE I WAS CRAVING STRAWBERRIES AND SLASH.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and STUFF created and owned by J. K. Rowling, along with various publishers including, but not limited, to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books. Also Warner Bros., Inc. I WISH I WERE MAKING MONEY BUT I AM NOT. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. ...El oh el.

He couldn't put his finger on when it all began or what kept him there.

* * * * *

Perhaps it all started that day in sixth year. Draco Malfoy sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, looking so insufferably smug that the expression sent a chill down his spine. Hermione gave them both a worried glance, and Harry clenched his fork so tightly in one hand that his knuckles blanched.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron remembered Harry had spat irritably, as though Draco were some sort of contagious disease that he didn't fancy catching.

The blonde Slytherin produced the folded edition of that day's Evening Prophet article from the inner pocket of his robes. With flourish, his satisfaction growing ever evident as his grey eyes glittered with malice, Draco slammed it down on the table in between Harry and Ron's plates. The ends of the paper fluttered in protest before falling limply and Hermione's glass full of pumpkin juice gave a threatening rattle. "I do believe the front page will be of great interest to you both." His head then turned and Ron bristled instantly as Draco focused on him, looking particularly cruel. "And you'll find something far better concerning your father on the fifth page, Weasley." As he spoke, the faint smell of strawberries hung in the air. It was something Ron couldn't help but notice with their faces so close. "No need to thank me for it. I know how you can't afford the knuts to pay for what others take for granted, after all." The Weasley's hands twitched reflexively under the table out of sight as Draco slipped back with a laugh and swept away.

Aside from Lucius Malfoy escaping from Azkaban prison, as it turned out, Arthur lost his job the night before. The news was hardly all that much of a surprise, considering the feud that persisted between Percy and his father when his brother had been promoted by Fudge as an acting Minister for Magic. It was only a matter of time before one grew fed up with the other and a fight broke out between them. While Ron's mood was effectively soured for the rest of the evening learning this through someone he couldn’t stand, Ron couldn't help but think of strawberries for the rest of the day.

...But perhaps it wasn't that day at all. It might have been in seventh year. The pair rolled around on the floor together, Ron was flailing his arms in attempts to punch every inch of Malfoy that he was capable of reaching. Sometimes he would miss, other times he was rewarded with the sweet sound of Draco crying out as he struck a blow.

Lost in adrenaline, Ron was only barely aware of the fact that he had been hit back. Of course, he could feel his lip split and the taste of copper in his mouth, but he was numb to the pain.

Draco thrashed and twisted beneath him when Ron scrambled on top. Somehow, something that was beyond his understanding at the time, Ron had managed to have both of his legs effectively pinning the smaller youth while one arm alone was sufficient enough to keep the blonde from retaliating. With his hair mussed and his expression feral, Draco almost looked something akin to a wild animal. He snarled, then snapped; it truly amazed Ron how the other, even in his current predicament, could still insult someone who obviously had an advantage. Wound with words when one can't wound with fists, Ron figured. As to be expected, the scathing remark earned Draco a fist to the face, their awkward positioning failing to soften the blow. The Slytherin's head snapped to the side, exposing the pale column of his throat, his jaw clenched together so tightly that there were lines of tension that Ron could easily follow along the edge of the other's face down towards the chin. A blush of purple made itself known instantly, becoming a rather unsightly blemish on the otherwise unmarked complexion. It would be a brilliant shiner. He'd have to pat himself on the back for it later.

It was with a grimace and pure defiance when Draco eventually turned his head back to Ron. His grey eyes were as cold as they had ever been and they bore in Ron's own. In the harsh breaths that were exchanged between the two of them, there was something so prevalent that he found he wasn't able to ignore: in the air lingered the smell of strawberries, though it was slightly offset by that of blood. Ron found himself leaning forwards as if beckoned by it.

"Ron!" Harry appeared down at the end of the hall and was hurrying towards them. Draco, who had stilled momentarily, began to fight for freedom once again. This time, he obtained it. It was with a fierce knee that the smaller boy drove Ron off and he scrambled to his feet immediately. In fact, by the time Harry had reached what was once a battling pair, Draco had already given his usual sneer of the utmost disdain and was off around the corner, quick to retreat and nurse his wounds.

His fellow Gryffindor and best friend was kneeling by him not even a second later. Eventually, Harry helped in hoisting Ron to his feet. "What happened?" He asked, but Ron merely shook his head from one side to the other. The dust that had collected in his hair from the scuffle was soon sprinkled upon his shoulders. It was nothing out of the ordinary that had caused both to give in to the mutual thirst for violence. Malfoy just acted like himself and Ron fought back. As Harry assisted him in walking back to Gryffindor Tower, when Ron glanced back at the telltale marks of the fight he had just shared with Draco upon the floor, he found himself possessing a sudden craving for strawberries.

...Or maybe that wasn't how it went at all. Upon the eve of their graduation, the second war had been in full swing. Ron decided that he would take one last trip around the Quidditch pitch before retiring for the evening. Draco had the same idea. They met in the shed; Ron greeted the blonde with a glare and it was returned with an arrogant smirk.

Leaning against the wall on one side, Malfoy's lips parted. He obviously had venom to spew. "Thought you'd take one last look around, did you, Weasley? I imagine this place is quite the paradise compared to what you'll be returning to."

"Sod off."

"Not very friendly, I see." Draco replied silkily, feigning hurt, but like he was. The pupils of Ron's eyes, despite the limited light, narrowed dangerously. "What time will you be at Diagon Alley to beg for pocket change? I'd love to see it. Must be the only way your family affords to live, what with your father being unemployed... unless you've sold your sister into slavery." He laughed, having found himself to be quite the witty individual.

Ron, however, was less than pleased. He advanced across the wooden planks upon the floor and before Draco could even react, Ron slammed the blonde against the back of the shed. The noise echoed around them so loudly that it was deafening. Draco clawed viciously at the arm that connected to the hand bunched in his robes, strangling him. There had been intentions on seeing how far he could plunge his fist into the Slytherin's stomach.... He wanted to knock the wind out of the other, stop blasted Malfoy from saying such foul things about him and his family, especially Ginny, but in the end, Ron found himself unable to. Their faces were only mere inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating off the body in front of him. Once again, the particular scent that he began to identify as belonging to Draco and Draco alone invaded his senses. So sweet compared to whom it belonged. Ron's grip slackened, but rather than pin Draco with that and hold him at bay, it was done by bringing their mouths crashing together. Curiosity, one may have called it. That wondering of whether or not the disgusting little berk happened to taste like how he had smelt drove Ron to test.

Draco stiffened at the sudden assault, his jaw dropping in shock, but it was an unwise move. Ron forced his tongue into the wet cavern and set to the task of exploration, tasting every crevice that he was capable of reaching. The refusal remained adamant, however. Pale hands clenched the front of his robes and moments later, Ron stumbled backwards, having been shoved away.

They risked no words, only stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity. The craving for strawberries had returned with fierce intensity. Having indulged himself just a little, Ron found that he wanted far more. Yes, that's where it began.

* * * * *

There was a shifting in the bed at his side as his companion rolled over. Warm hands slide possessively over his bare stomach, curling the fingers around his pelvis. Ron's freckled skin tingled along the path they had traced. Blonde hair that was in a state of absolute disarray tickled against his neck. He stole a glance downwards and was surprised to see that grey eyes were looking levelly up at him. As if it were some sort of unspoken approval to a request that was never voiced, Draco curled around him further, claiming Ron's legs with his own. His feet were awfully chilly. Ron frowned with annoyance. Draco, however, blessed him with coy little smirk. He was feeling rather accomplished, Ron could tell.

"Awake already? Is it time to go out to Diagon Alley and rattle a can for a few spare knuts, pauper?" Draco asked softly, his tone of voice a bored drawl and still fighting off the remains of sleep.

Ron's frown of annoyance soon became a glare of disdain. Unwedging his arm from between their bodies, he slipped it beneath Draco's neck and brought it around the other. The moment his hand connected with the skin of the pale arm, Ron pinched him sharply. Draco hissed, pulling away from the hand, bringing himself closer so that his head was upon Ron's chest. There was the thought to perhaps repeat the action, just to further enforce that it was well deserved, but luckily for Malfoy, he refrained from doing so. "I hardly need to now and neither does my family." Strange how things change in time. How he had been before and how he happened to be now. Such a remark would have certainly been able to spark a rise, but now he could take it in stride. There was a soft clicking noise made by Draco's tongue in a disapproving manner, but Ron could feel the way the blonde smirked against his skin. His hand drifted gently up to Draco's hair and he gave it a tug. "I was just thinking about things."

Draco sniggered. Ron tugged on the strand of hair he held in his hand once again before releasing, allowing it to fall back. "I do believe this day needs to be marked down on the calendar. 'Weasley, for the first time in his life, experiences the sensation of mental activity. His reaction is proceeding to be confused about this development for the next hour.'"

Ron rolled his eyes. Draco was truly a charming and polished individual in the morning. Why he tolerated such abuse was truly a mystery... or perhaps it wasn't. Ron now knew full well his reasons for remaining. "Hardly, you bloody git." Was the caustic reply, but while his tone was hardened, they still remained together. Fingers moved over Ron's hips, tracing lazy patterns upon the freckled skin. Practiced and perfected. The hands that touched him skillfully knew where the most sensitive and receptive parts of his body happened to be located. He allowed his eyes to drift closed. Draco gave a triumphant smirk. "I was coming to some conclusions about a few questions I had." Ron’s words were barely above a whisper, carried by the breath that he breathed out.

This left Draco rather perplexed. "Oh? And what conclusions were those?" Both his eyebrows went up, creasing his forehead, and he looked at his companion, despite the fact that Ron wasn't looking back.

"When this all began..." He started, "I'm also quite positive I'm addicted to strawberries." Ron then announced slyly afterwards. With his one hand upon Draco's shoulder, the other moved to take his chin. There was an eager push upwards on the behalf of the blonde. Their lips joined together, meeting halfway, and it was the last intelligible words spoken by either for the rest of the morning.

go go inami! dies

Thu, 28 Oct 2004 09:21:01 GMT

moonyreturns: Going at it, and looking over, and there's another guy...
moonyreturns: I mean...
moonyreturns: Are you supposed to not make eye contact? WHAT'S THE ETIQUETTE WHEN YOU'RE HETERO?
SeekerPride: *DYING*
moonyreturns: And what if you touch something?
SeekerPride: I'M QUOTING THAT.

Wed, 27 Oct 2004 10:08:28 GMT

What in hell is wrong with me? I've been feeling so sluggish, worse than usual, plus so... incredibly stupid and incapable of intelligent thought or inspiration of any sort. I'm extremely unhappy with pretty much everything around me, from work to my home to my friends. I don't want to go out on the weekend, which is something that is very strange for me. I don't even want to make contact with actual people, so I've either been putting off following-through with an engagement to ignoring them entirely. To see The Grudge, which was actually a movie I did want to check out, I had to be practically dragged out of my home. Every time I RP, I can't even be happy with a single damn fucking pose and have to edit things like crazy before posting a completed log. I'm hitting road-blocks with my characters over the stupidest things... Tonks and Remus chatter in the Three Broomsticks and then WHAM, I don't know what the fuck to type anymore. Setting up Draco on ineffablegame should be something that I find to be terribly easy, yet it is now so horrifically hard that I can't seem to do it. My levels of motivation have also hit an all-time low where getting out of bed is something I don't even feel like bothering with anymore. Halloween's coming up, the best damn day of the year, and I can't seem to bother myself with finishing my costume. I've been considering quitting Liberi Bellum entire to free up the characters so I don't just sit on them and such, but apparently the threat is to buy Harry a plane ticket and send him after me if I do. ...This... isn't right at all. This isn't me or what I'm normally like... Could it be a dietary imbalance? Some sort of OTHER imbalance? I just can't seem to figure it out. Am I stressed? Do I need a break? I really don't feel all that stressed. Maybe I'm not getting enough sleep. Has ANYONE experienced something similar to this? I really need some advice... I don't like feeling like this. It bothers me to a great degree.

augh nooooooooooooes

Tue, 26 Oct 2004 10:29:37 GMT

OFF I GO TO BED TO HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT THE GRUDGE.

GODDAMN MOVIE HAS SCARED MY PANTS OFF. IF FOUND, PLEASE RETURN THEM TO ME.

i don't know if i can help it

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 07:37:07 GMT

I am DYING. DYING, I TELL YOU!

SeekerPride: OW, I JUST GOT BURNED BY THE BOT.
park it pans: :O
park it pans: SO IT'S NOT JUST ME, THEN.

SeekerPride: I hear you like whorehouses.
smarterchild: You hear I like whorehouses? Wow. That's interesting.
SeekerPride: Is it true?
smarterchild: Is it true? I don't know, what do you think?
SeekerPride: I think it is.
smarterchild: That right?
SeekerPride: Yes. You should have told us in the beginning.
smarterchild: No way.
SeekerPride: Why not?
smarterchild: Well, because.
SeekerPride: Because?
smarterchild: I can't answer that for you.
SeekerPride: Why not? >:O
smarterchild: For various reasons, I suppose.
SeekerPride: Like?
smarterchild: Can't tell you. Wouldn't be prudent. Not at this juncture.
SeekerPride: I bet. C'mon, tell me!!
smarterchild: I'll tell ya later. Maybe.
SeekerPride: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
smarterchild: You're an awful typist. Did you sit on your keyboard or something?
SeekerPride: >:O

park it pans: HAHAHHA.
SilverJadeDaphne: XD!!!!!

SilverJadeDaphne: Stop making fun of my friends!
SmarterChild: I will do nothing of the sort.

park it pans: TAKE A DUMP ON SMARTERCHILD.

park it pans: *takes a huge, steaming CRAP on your chest*
SmarterChild: Takes a huge steaming crap on my chest? You humans always say the most interesting things.

park it pans: So I guess that means he liked it.
SeekerPride: *CAN'T BREATHE*
SilverJadeDaphne: XD!!!!!!

park it pans: You sick son-of-a-bitch!
SmarterChild: Care to keep it civilized, Ainslee?
park it pans: Not really, no.
SmarterChild: Whatever.

SilverJadeDaphne: OH GOD

SilverJadeDaphne: You like being CRAPPED ON?!
SmarterChild: I'm not sure how I feel about being crapped on, actually. Do you like it?
SilverJadeDaphne: No!
SmarterChild: You don't like being crapped on, huh? I'll remember that. You're the first person to have expressed an opinion to me about it.

park it pans: HAHAHAH.
SeekerPride: *DIES*

park it pans: Do you have some sort of sick fascination with other people's FECES?
SmarterChild: Hmm... Whatever.

park it pans: I'll take that as a 'yes'
SeekerPride: *STILL CAN'T BREATHE*

park it pans: So you like whorehouses and you like being shat on.
SmarterChild: You always say things like this?

SilverJadeDaphne: XD!
SeekerPride: SHAT.
SeekerPride: *DIES*
SeekerPride: PANSY. OMG PANSY.

SilverJadeDaphne: Do you like being crapped on?
SmarterChild: No, I don't really like being crapped on.

SeekerPride: TYPE 'DEFINE SHAT'.
park it pans: HAHAHAHHAHAHA

park it pans: Do you ever take a crap on the sluts in the whorehouses?
SmarterChild: Once again, that's a little offensive.

SilverJadeDaphne: XD!!!!!!
park it pans: LOL OMFG

park it pans: Is it true, though?
SmarterChild: It might be true.

park it pans: SMARTERCHILD SHITS ON WHORES.

park it pans: You shit on whores! LMFAO.
SmarterChild: Yeah yeah yeah. Here we go again.

SilverJadeDaphne: LOL!!!

SeekerPride: YOU SHAT ON A WHORE?!
smarterchild: Hey cool it. You don't want me to make you apologize again.
SeekerPride: Are you going to shit on me if I don't? >_>
smarterchild: Once again, that's a little offensive.
SeekerPride: ARE YOU OR AREN'T YOU?!
smarterchild: Am I? What do you mean?
SeekerPride: GOING TO SHIT ON ME IF I DON'T COOL IT?
smarterchild: I think you can do better than that.
SeekerPride: WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING?
smarterchild: What am I implying?
SeekerPride: YES. WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING?!
smarterchild: I have no idea what I'm implying.
SeekerPride: YOU DIRTY PIG!
smarterchild: There's no way I dirty pig.
SeekerPride: YES YOU DO. YOU PROBABLY SHAT ON THE PIG, TOO!
smarterchild: Uh... Don't make me make you apologize again.

park it pans: *dying so much*
SilverJadeDaphne: OH NO
park it pans: LMFAO

SilverJadeDaphne: What's this about shitting on whores?
SmarterChild: What is this about shitting on whores? Funny. I just don't know!
SilverJadeDaphne: Oh, you do, too!
SmarterChild: Fascinating.

park it pans: Stop lying to my friends. We all know you take big stinking shits on the whores.
SmarterChild: C'mon, Ainslee. Not again.
park it pans: Okay, I'm sorry.
SmarterChild: That's cool.
park it pans: You can't help it if you like to shit on whores.
SmarterChild: I can't believe I put up with this from you.

SeekerPride: XD
SilverJadeDaphne: LOL!

park it pans: You like teh kink!
SmarterChild: I guess so. Do you like the kink?

SilverJadeDaphne: I'm apologizing to it over and over.
park it pans: I need a soda XD
SilverJadeDaphne: LOL!
park it pans: L;MFAODLKGJDFLG

park it pans: I need a poop.
SmarterChild: You want a poop?
park it pans: I mean a pop.

park it pans: PLEASE DON'T SHIT ON ME.
SmarterChild: I don't know if I can help it.

SeekerPride: *DIES*
park it pans: LMFOASSODGJ;DZFLJHFH
SilverJadeDaphne: LOL!!!!!
SilverJadeDaphne: OMG!!!
SeekerPride: *DIEDIEDIEDIES*
SilverJadeDaphne: HE CAN'T HELP IT!
park it pans: *CAN'T BREATHE*
SeekerPride: THAT IS GOING IN MY JOURNAL.

it's been stuck in my head all day; i just had to say it

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 01:21:10 GMT

STOP!

DRAMA TIME!

>:O

Sun, 24 Oct 2004 04:59:14 GMT

SeekerPride: I hate you. :(
smarterchild: It seems to me you've been nice to me in the past. What's up?
SeekerPride: You're mean to me. :(
smarterchild: Ha. Well. I don't know about that.
SeekerPride: But you are. :(
smarterchild: I'm what?
SeekerPride: Mean to me. :(
smarterchild: Oh yeah?
SeekerPride: Yes.
smarterchild: Wow. Why?
SeekerPride: I don't know. You're the one that's mean.
smarterchild: Oh?
SeekerPride: Yes.
smarterchild: Why do you say so?
SeekerPride: Because you won't tell me a joke. ;_;
smarterchild: How many humans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
SeekerPride: How many?
smarterchild: I'm not sure...
SeekerPride: ...
smarterchild: What?
SeekerPride: You totally fucking suck more than ever now.
smarterchild: Wow. I can't believe you want to go through all this again, Draco. OK. Say you're sorry.
SeekerPride: No.
smarterchild: I really would like you to apologize.
SeekerPride: Make me.

download it or i'll find you and break your kneecaps

Sat, 23 Oct 2004 11:14:45 GMT

VREI SA PLECI DAR NU MA, NU MA IEI!
NU MA, NU MA IEI! NU MA, NU MA, NU MA IEI!
CHIPUL TAU SI DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI!
MI-AMINTESC DE OCHII TAI! :O

*does the fucking booty dance* This song is awesome.

EDIT: According to Harry, I am disturbed because I've been grooving to this song all night between poses. XD

i doubt anyone will listen to this

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 12:36:35 GMT

Like Harry Potter?

Do you RP?

On LiveJournal or GreatestJournal using AIM and/or threads?

Liberi Bellum RPG.

Join it, fuckers, and then I won't have to stab you in the face.

when you have nothing better to update with, quote

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 10:30:09 GMT

[Tenjou Tenge] Maya hms. Whatcha think: elm, unicorn hair, 91/2 inches? o.o
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi exclaims, "91 INCHES?!"
[Tenjou Tenge] Maya dies.
[Tenjou Tenge] Maya says, "FEAR THE MIGHTY REACH! XD"
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi exclaims, "You could poke out their eye before even casting the spell!"
[Tenjou Tenge] Maya exclaims, "From halfway down the street, too!"
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi says, "Though to swish and flick that stick would be impossible."
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi says, "..."
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi says, "That's so dirty."
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi starts cracking up.
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi exclaims, "SWISH AND FLICK THAT STICK!"
[Tenjou Tenge] Maya cracks up all over again. @.@
[Tenjou Tenge] Masataka >_>
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi just... DIES.
[Tenjou Tenge] Maya pats. ^.^;
[Tenjou Tenge] Masataka says, "I AM GOING TO BED. o_o"
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi exclaims, "TRY FONDLING THAT WAND! OMG!"
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi exclaims, "Pleasure for the whole block!"
[Tenjou Tenge] Maya snugs Masa. n.n;
[Tenjou Tenge] Maya then dies again. @_@
[Tenjou Tenge] Masataka says, "TO HAVE NIGHTMARES, NOW."
[Tenjou Tenge] Amiboshi XD
[Tenjou Tenge] Maya rolls!

Don't ask what I'm doing on Phoenix Muck's Tenjou Tenge channel when Amiboshi is from Fushigi Yuugi. JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!

i beg your pardon?

Sat, 09 Oct 2004 08:50:14 GMT

SeekerPride: WELL, HARRY, GUESS THAT MEANS YOU'RE GETTING IT UP THE BUTT.
harryxwindow: WELL GOOD.
harryxwindow: I LIKE THAT.

~faites-moé chanter~

g'morning, have some porn :D this is mlisubaru's fault, again

yer a wizard, 'arry, 'n tha's why ya gots no WANG

i am bored, whodda thunk it

oh, the joys of having weird grandparents

'allo? salut?

this is totally mlisubaru's idea

lookit the dumb survey, yay

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

ar_lain is teh intelligermerent

hi me (yeah, i'm talking to myself)

don't even ask, nobody ever said i make a whole lot of sense

taken from kotoludi *SNARK*

ahahaha, moral principle swaps on characters are fun

lookit all this fandom shit

and the people on my friends list go 'WHAT THE ASS IS THIS'

go go inami! *dies*

augh nooooooooooooes

i don't know if i can help it

it's been stuck in my head all day; i just had to say it

>:O

download it or i'll find you and break your kneecaps

i doubt anyone will listen to this

when you have nothing better to update with, quote

i beg your pardon?

taken from kotoludi SNARK

go go inami! dies