#moderately

(spins imaginary wheel)

You get...

First person... Crack. So sayeth the wheel.

Headcanon: Draco really likes household pervertables.

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Out of the Pan, Into the Fire

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Did I ever tell you about Malfoy men and love at first sight? It's a whole thing. My father, my grandfather, his grandfather, all the way back to when someone named us after bad faith, because who needs faith when destiny's on your side, am I right?

"Draco! I'm home!" Harry's keys hit the kitchen table.

Father knew he'd marry Mother the instant they met over the Slytherin table. Right there in the Great Hall.

"Draco!"

I knew in Madame Malkin's.

"Ooo, fancy box..."

Well, I knew we'd end up being very important to each other. First impressions took quite a while to undo.

"Oh, wow. Stainless steel?"

But there's something ruthlessly happy about it all.

"This is really nice." Packing paper crinkles. "Hestan?"

The unquestioning devotion in it.

"You spent four-hundred pounds on a fucking skillet?! Why?!"

Excuse me one moment.

"Because the handle will fit nicely up your arse, Potter! Happy anniversary, you bloody idiot!"

"Oh. Shit." Harry spins the skillet, then makes a practice swing like he's playing cricket. "Goddamn, that's nice..." He examines the skillet some more. "Happy anniversary."

Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes. Love at first sight.

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SUMMARY: Ten/Rose, Eight/Rose. The Doctor takes Rose to 2030's New York to investigate paranormal activity at a nightclub. Rose, exhausted from their flirting that seems to be going nowhere, meets a man who charms her in a way she can't quite explain. 2 Chapters, complete.

TAGS: fluff, romance, romantic strolling through NYC with a stranger, Rose wears Nine’s jacket to go clubbing and Ten panics, a haunted nightclub is in there somewhere 

Read on AO3: eight, nine, ten

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“He really is lucky,” John reiterated, but more profoundly this time, and she felt a warmth from her cheeks trickle all the way down her spine to see him so sincere, intent on his assurance. “That friend of yours.”

It didn’t reassure her. In fact, it only painfully reminded her of how hopeless it was with him. “You should tell him that.”

“Don’t tell me this is a love story, too?”

She didn’t quite have the energy to dismiss it as casually as she would have liked, and she thought perhaps he understood what she meant in her silence. She did know why her chest felt torn, and, while she knew she would never leave the Doctor, she felt guilty in even thinking about it, if only for a moment.

“A nutter— excuse the pun—“ he interrupted her thoughts with a nod to her bag of peanuts “— if you ask me.”