Title: The Art of Growing Up
Rating: NC-17
Ship: Snape/Harry
Summary: After a steamy meeting after class, Harry can't stop thinking about Snape.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the Harry Potter characters and stories, that lucky woman.
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by the song RazorBlade by Blue October. It was supposed to be a Christmas surprise, but due to circumstance I had to release it late. :-) Happy Christmas.


The Art of Growing Up
Sequel to The Art of How We Grieve
By GhostMarch
Beta'd by Colon

"Harry," Snape let an unadulterated moan slip between their mouths. He pushed Harry against the cold dungeon wall. Harry laced his fingers, making fists in Snape's black hair. How did he get here again, a midnight liaison in the Dungeons? Oh yeah-- He had charged his Potions Master last week and more or less demanded to be fucked, like a child begging for sweets. Flashes of the past week hit Harry like the Hogwarts Express.... ( Read more... )

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Title: The Art of How We Grieve
Rating: NC-17
Ship: Snape/Harry
Summary: Harry has been haunted for too long.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the Harry Potter characters and stories, that lucky woman.
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by the song Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek by Blue October.

The Art of How We Grieve
By GhostMarch
Beta'd by Colon

Harry plopped down into a seat next to his red headed pal. Bits of parchment flew languidly out of his text books. His bag leaked jet ink from its seams. Today had been rough, he was glad it was winding down. He just had one more class to trudge through.

Ron smiled at him nervously; he looked like he might be ill. Ron, like most of the class, had anxiety attacks when it came to Potions class. Snape hadn't arrived yet, this was good. Harry swept his glasses off his face, cleaning them with his school robes. His hair flopped over his scar, into his eyes as he looked down to do this. He seemed to be concentrating on something much more difficult than clearing a smudge from his right lens.

The dungeon door slammed shut. The scattered whispers in the classroom immediately ceased. Harry quickly shoved his glasses back on his face, Professor Snape coming into full focus. Harry's heart seemed to weigh twenty Aunt Marges. He would give his right arm not to be in Snape's presence. Professor Snape made him, to say the least, uncomfortable.

"Read the board," Snape instructed in a sharp staccato as he waved his wand over the chalkboard. "Copy your notes then read chapters seventeen and eighteen in your books." Snape sat down at his desk and buried himself in second year essays that needed a good marking.

Harry kept his eyes on his professor as he lowered his own self deep within his Potions book. He knew what would happen if Snape suddenly looked up. It could, quite possibly, be the death of Harry Potter - and Voldemort thought a silly little Unforgivable Curse would kill him. No, the only thing that could kill Harry Potter was the focused attention of one Severus Snape. ( Read more... )

For the "Rain #1" drabble challenge at luciusmalfoy100

Title: Tragedies
Author: GhostMarch
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Lucius
Challenge: Rain #1

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Beta found! A snarky, awesome one at that. Take that you... naysayers! Bwhahahaha! Ooooh, you HP/SS shipers are going to freak about the up-coming fic. I can't believe I wrote it. I put Killing Me Softly aside for it. 10 pages of pure "OMGLOMP"dom. So, that's me being excited.

The fic is called The Art of How We Grieve. It's steamy, sad, and barbaric. Keep your eyes peeled like bananas, it will be showing up in a few days.

Title: Killing Me Softly
Rating: NC-17
Ship: Lucius/Draco
Summary: Lucius is preparing Draco for his initiation as a Death Eater.
Warnings: Incest, some chan, overall horid-ness.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the Harry Potter characters and stories, that lucky woman.


Killing Me Softly
By GhostMarch
Beta'd by: Colon

Chapter One: Extremely Complicated
Chapter Two: Yes Sir

The ceiling, the sky, sometimes they both seemed the same; they seemed to contain Draco when all he wanted to do is burst out of existence. It was the sky that Draco found himself staring into that breezy summer day. Milky clouds drifted by. The wind caressed him as he lay, nestled in the green grass on Malfoy Manor. Draco's broom rested an arm's length away from him. His eyes searched the sky for some sort of significance. He tried not to concentrate on the previous night. He didn't want to think about how he had begged his father. He had never behaved in such a manner, not since he was five. He still cringed when Lucius' cane got too close.

In the Wizarding World, at least for purebloods, these events weren't uncommon. In the Malfoy family it was just the way life was. For example, Draco had interrupted his father countless of times with other lovers. His mother too, but she was very private about her affairs and much less frequent than Lucius.

Draco recalled one time when he was home for Christmas, he must have been fifteen. He went to bother his father about broomsticks. Before he opened the door he heard something quite queer. Moaning. Lots of moaning. Being a curious deviant, he cracked the door to his father's room. Lucius Malfoy lay lazily, sipping a glass of firewhiskey, underneath a sculpted, masculine body. Draco watched as his heart began to pound. ( Read more... )

Title: Killing Me Softly
Rating: NC-17
Ship: Lucius/Draco
Summary: Lucius is preparing Draco for his initiation as a Death Eater.
Warnings: Incest, some chan, overall horid-ness.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the Harry Potter characters and stories, that lucky woman.

Killing Me Softly
By GhostMarch
Beta'd by: Colon

Chapter One: Extremely Complicated

The moon washed over the delicately decorated room. His eyes fluttered when the bedroom's door creaked open. A dark silhouette stood against the golden glow of the hall. It was a week before his seventeenth birthday, his coming-of-age. It was an honour in the Malfoy family; he would be a man.

"Father?" he slowly asked.

"Come," Lucius's voice echoed in the great halls.

Draco dragged himself from his silk covers and wrapped his bed robes closely around his body. He followed Lucius down the hall and up a stairwell into an upper wing where Lucius kept his quarters. Lucius led Draco into his room and instructed him to shut the door. ( Read more... )

You've stumbled upon this journal because you were looking for snarky Harry Potter fanfiction. This is an anonymous journal. Please do not ask me personal questions. However, I will respond to critques (good or bad), questions, and requests. Requests? Yes, requests. Please feel free to request ANY ships and plots if you like my writing. I'd be flattered and happy to do it for you.

(No squid ships.)

Love,
GhostMarch