by:
snottygrrlrating: PG
paring: harry/draco
spoilers: all books
summary: draco never believed he'd be glad to see Potter. post-war.
warnings: ust flangst, slash
disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
author's notes: this fic was written as part of the
serpentinelion's @lj secrets and wishes fest challenge. i chose
wildegirl_05's request.
I would really really like to see a h/d fic where H and D have parallel lives. One day, all their plans for that day are completely and utterly messed up by life. What follows is fate throwing the two of them running into each other constantly and the day ends with them kissing. Witty dialogue, please! Messers up of plans should include: seamus, blaise, lucius, snape, remus, ron and hermione. this fic gave me no end of trouble right up 'til i finally wrestled the boys into giving me an ending. i'm not sure how close i came to delivering what was requested, but this is what the boys wanted to do. will not claim to be able to write witty dialogue, but i did manage to include everyone of the above messers up.
the majority of the fic takes place at
St Christopher's Hospice in London and in their
Creative Living Centre, where Draco works. I made up the organisation
Healing Paws, based on real groups that do what this fictional organisation does (and only later realised its initials were HP). for those of you not familiar with dog breeds,
this is a Corgi.
solacium is latin for consolation , comfort, relief.
gratitude and kisses to my lovely betas,
earth_magic,
lusiology and
phenix_tears. i am so spoiled. unfortunately, because of timing, they only got to beta
most of the fic, so if there are errors, they are most certainly mine, and not the fault of these wonderful ladies.
word count: ~6300
( by clicking on this link you assert you are of age to read PG-rated fiction - Draco yawned tiredly as he waited for his order at the corner coffee shop, hoping against hope that the latte would keep him alert enough to make it through his shift. )you know i'm always interested in what you think.