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Sep. 24th, 2004 07:50 pmI finally found my way over to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp100 a couple of days ago, only to discover that the challenge this week was ‘fandom cliché’. Well, I couldn’t resist, and I thought the following might appease those frustrated by the non-appearance of Invictus 13.
In the meantime, Invictus 13 has been posted. (Yay!) I haven’t been able to read the reviews yet, so I’m rather curious to see what everyone’s made of it. I can’t help being rather amused at the way FA’s long upload time increased the wait for this chapter in particular… Now I really must get on with writing the next one.
Anyhow, here’s a bit of Lucius/Hermione silliness (and remember – it’s supposed to be clichéd! Oh, and apologies to whoever it was I’ve nicked the title from. This is not supposed to be a comment on any particular fic, the title just fit. You’ll see…)
Possession
“What brings you to my Manor, Mudblood?”
Hermione blushed. She wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter.
It was just... his domineering sneer, his elegant fingers stroking his thick black cane...
She gazed as if possessed by an alien mind.
“I... heard you had a big-”
“Library?”
Exactly!
“You wished to astonish me with your intellectual prowess, thereby earning my grudging respect? How naive. How... inexplicably entertaining.”
So he kept her.
And soon it didn’t matter that his diary plot had almost killed her or that he was cruel and evil and older than her dad. None of it mattered at all...
hp100 a couple of days ago, only to discover that the challenge this week was ‘fandom cliché’. Well, I couldn’t resist, and I thought the following might appease those frustrated by the non-appearance of Invictus 13.In the meantime, Invictus 13 has been posted. (Yay!) I haven’t been able to read the reviews yet, so I’m rather curious to see what everyone’s made of it. I can’t help being rather amused at the way FA’s long upload time increased the wait for this chapter in particular… Now I really must get on with writing the next one.
Anyhow, here’s a bit of Lucius/Hermione silliness (and remember – it’s supposed to be clichéd! Oh, and apologies to whoever it was I’ve nicked the title from. This is not supposed to be a comment on any particular fic, the title just fit. You’ll see…)
“What brings you to my Manor, Mudblood?”
Hermione blushed. She wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter.
It was just... his domineering sneer, his elegant fingers stroking his thick black cane...
She gazed as if possessed by an alien mind.
“I... heard you had a big-”
“Library?”
Exactly!
“You wished to astonish me with your intellectual prowess, thereby earning my grudging respect? How naive. How... inexplicably entertaining.”
So he kept her.
And soon it didn’t matter that his diary plot had almost killed her or that he was cruel and evil and older than her dad. None of it mattered at all...
