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Title: Black Coffee on a Lonely Night
Author: femmequixotic
Pairing: Harry/Draco, past Draco/Astoria
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-magical AU, bisexuality
Word Count: ~21,600
Summary: Draco owns a café in the city. Harry's a MP who comes in every morning, newspapers in one hand, BlackBerry in the other, and orders a triple espresso macchiato.
Author's Notes: Written for the 2009 ownficfest fest. Much love to cursive and noeon for their support and their suggestions. Many thanks also to my flist for advice regarding cricket and to the highly informative UK Parliament website, and a huge thank you to tray_la_la for the opportunity to write this.

( The day my wife dies, I'm half a world away, having my cock sucked in the filthy loo of a Brisbane pub. )

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A/N: When I started writing this fic, I commissioned glockgal for art to accompany it. She came up with the following gorgeous picture that proved to be the inspirational push I needed to finish the story. \0/

( Glockgal's illustration )

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Title: L'ouragan
Author: Femme
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 9,056
Warning(s): Semi-epilogue compliant.
Prompt: #28 One of the things Harry does in MLE is track down unexpected uses of British-style magic in third-world environments, because it would be so easy for an unscrupulous wizard to take advantage. He's more than a little surprised to find Snape doing school-building work.
Summary: We had tried, but not even magic could stop the rising flood. Instead, we'd turned to rescuing those we could, joining the wizards and Muggles traversing the streets of the ward in boats, pontoons, any damn thing that could float. We pulled people from rooftops, from attics, from damned trees, until the soldiers arrived finally and sent us away.

A/N: Written for the 2009 Snarry-a-thon on snape_potter.

I tweaked the prompt just a bit, then said to hell with it and drove it down an entirely different road. :) Many thanks to my three gracious (and fast) betas, bethbethbeth, supergrover24, and ze_dragon, to florahart for the initial prompt, and to the mods for their great patience with me. Please note that the French you may find within is Creole and Cajun patois rather than the French you might hear in the streets of Paris. With love to the people of New Orleans.

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( L'ouragan )