Anthimaeria

Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with love. (Proverbs 7:18). A short, happy little epilogue to "The Spell," in which Harry and Draco come to an understanding

Lying on a transfigured blanket on the banks of the Hogwarts lake, one arm encircling the shoulders of his newest distraction, Harry gazed up at the cloudless sky. Visually, it was a near perfect moment. Muted afternoon sunlight flickered across the span of bottle-green water, stretching out to a distant landless horizon. Occasionally, the grass rustled with miniature life: a mournful chorus of Glumbumbles droned and burbled as they searched for tasty nettles, and Harry imagined he could hear th

It was extraordinary to have such power over someone to whom you longed only to submit. [Alan Hollinghurst] After the war, Harry and Draco return to the Room of Requirement for a final confrontation

I. First Law of Motion: Inertia It was six months after the war, and nothing would ever be the same. Draco Malfoy sat upright, dark school robes bunched around his abdomen, revealing his pale thighs. His hand moved in a furious blur over his crotch; with a closer look, an observer might see the dark pink of his testes sagging below his active hand. But it was his face that Harry noticed. Malfoy's eyelids were lowered to thin slits of grey, his open mouth panted for breath, a faint fl