page seven -- tag, you're it!

[traintracks]

I was tagged by crystalusagi!

Go to page 7 of the current manuscript and copy and paste a few paragraphs, then tag 7 authors to do the same. This can either be original fiction or fanfiction.

I'm tagging: birdsofshore, elrhiarhodan, firethesound, kedavranox, marianna_merlo, notearchiver, and writcraft!

Now that I'm looking at my page 7, I'm LMAO, because it might literally be the only page in this whole story with no sex on it!



"Is that…Claudette?" he asks. "Are you people mad?"

Now Harry smiles. "Just watch."

Teddy stands in the middle of the valley, no cover within a hundred meters in any direction while the rest of us shelter behind shields just inside the trees. The dragon folds back her wings and dives for him, her jaws opening. Teddy opens his arms, not passively but ready for something like a bar brawl. It's not even something I would attempt, and Claudette just almost doesn't hate me. My hand goes to my wand as a reflex. I doubt I could get a good spell off in time. Harry could, but his hand is nowhere near his wand.

"Harry…" I start when I feel sure she's going to roast him.

"Wait."

I let the comment go and file it away under 'Punish Later'. I'm too raptly invested in what's happening on the field.

Claudette lets fly a huge fireball, but the shield I wasn't even aware was still there, deflects it easily. Everyone gasps. And as Claudette passes, I see her tail whip back behind her and come slashing down in a fast arc.

This time Teddy doesn't even try to shield. His hands are ready, though, and as the tail aims for his midsection, he jumps, landing on it instead and holding on tight. The crowd erupts in cheering as both dragon and wizard soar over their heads, disappearing over the tree tops, Claudette roaring bitterly as she flies away.

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[firethesound]

Aw, I was tagged! ::excited!!:: And lovely, it's a perfect excuse for procrastination!! This is part of something that won't be posted for a while because it's long and only half-written.


As casually as he can, Draco turns to look over his shoulder toward the Gryffindor table, and immediately his eye catches on Potter. Not because of any Potter-obsession, the way Blaise seems to think, but because Potter is clambering up to his feet with a stony-faced McGonagall hovering over him, and now they’re both rounding the table and, oh Merlin, coming his way. Draco turns around and snatches up a miniature Yorkshire pudding and crams it into his mouth. He’s likely getting hauled off for a lecture of legendary length, and he’ll be damned if he’ll face it with a growling stomach.

It’s still mostly whole when he swallows, and he barely has time to stuff a second into his mouth before McGonagall’s hand clamps down on his shoulder.

“Mr. Malfoy,” she says in a voice chilly enough to freeze Fiendfyre. “If you’d be so kind as to come with me.”

Blaise sends him a look that clearly says, ‘Rotten luck, mate,’ as Draco stands without a word and follows along after her, shouldering roughly past Potter, who manages to elbow him back before Draco passes out of range.

McGonagall sweeps down the hall, her robes flaring behind her with as much drama as Snape had ever managed. At the thought of his old Head of House, Draco’s throat closes up, anger and sorrow warring viciously within him. He’s only just learned of Snape’s role as a double agent in the war, having first been confined in the Ministry awaiting his trial and then sentenced to six weeks in Azkaban where he wasn’t exactly encouraged to keep up with current events. Snape could have gotten him out, he could have helped Draco escape the Dark Lord. And he hadn’t. He'd left Draco to muddle through it on his own.

“Chocolate éclair,” McGonagall says to a monstrously ugly stone gargoyle.

“You kept his…” Potter begins, and he and McGonagall share a wistful look.

Draco wants to hex them both. He settles for glowering at the back of Potter’s head as the stone gargoyle turns aside and they step into the spiraling staircase that takes them up, up, up to the Headmistress’s office.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Oh!!! <333 Whatever this is, I can't wait to read it! It's lovely!! I LOLed about Draco stuffing his face full of pudding!

[firethesound]

Haha, you might have a bit of a wait on it. It's 45k so far and I'm guesstimating it's going to end up somewhere around 120-130k. Of course, now that I poked at it again I want to keep writing it now instead of the things I should be working on. It's an 8th year Veela fic where the boys start out hating each other. It's got the most vicious argument I've ever written in there and I love it to pieces.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Oh that sounds FUCKING FABULOUS!!!!

[firethesound]

Aw, thanks! The story itself is in pretty rough shape (it was my NaNoWriMo thing where I wrote most of it in the wee hours of the morning without really knowing what I was doing but words I need more words!!)

I also just noticed you tagged people in alphabetical order. <3

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm a Virgo. LOL.

[amorette.livejournal.com]

I love that Draco's first concern is his pudding. This is already awesomesauce. When are you finishing/posting it?? :D

[firethesound]

Well, if you're about to get in trouble, you might as well cram your face with pudding! :D

It's probably going to be a while before it's done. I have a bunch of fest-type stuff and work on an ongoing series that's going to happen first, so I'm not likely going to jump back into this one for a few more months. (Which I'm sort of flailing about because posting this made me go back and read it over and now I really, really wanna write on it!! Life is hard.)

[amorette.livejournal.com]

I know exactly how you feel! So much fic, too little time!! *cries*

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

<333 Good problems to have. :-D

[firethesound]

Ha, there are certainly worse problems to have!