More birthmonth awesomeness!!!

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I have two new fics for your reading pleasure with many gushing thanks to the lovely authors!  *hugs hard*

Draco Always Wins?
by hanson_phreek
Wherein Draco underestimates the stupendous power of lucky number 72.

and

The Theatre Major
by raven_roth101
This is an awesome AU that features Draco dressed as Duchess from the Aristocats.  And damn is he hot.  LOL!

Also, you may have noticed my fabulous new background, drawn by star_sailor13, who is utterly made of WIN.  The full pic can be viewed at DeviantArt here Victory.

Also, after explaining what a "prompt" was to my lovely new Ravenclaw friend, Nathan, he unleashed his hidden Slytherin side and tossed out "cast" as a prompt.  Since the boy has no intention of ever becoming gay, I wrote this het-ish sort of drabble for him.  It features Angelina and the Weasley Twins.  That counts a a "pairing" right?

Plaster

 

            “What’s a cast?” Angelina asked against Fred’s lips before his tongue nearly caused her to forget the question.  His hands were beneath her shirt, crawling down with infinite slowness to the waistband of her skirt.  The plaster on his forearm was cold and rough against her ribs.

            “Muggle device,” he said.  “I broke my arm so we could test a new product.”

            She pulled away in surprise.  “On purpose?”

            He nodded.

            “Didn’t that hurt?”

            “Like a bugger,” Fred admitted and pulled her in for another kiss.  She felt a hard length against her buttocks and a warm body pressed into her back.  A second pair of hands snaked around to fasten on her breasts.

            “I promised I’d make it up to him,” George said against her neck.  Angelina sighed happily.  The only thing better than snogging a Weasley twin was snogging both Weasley twins.  Luckily, they did not mind sharing.  Even with the double distraction, Fred’s cast was perplexing.

            “Why the Muggle device?” she asked.  “Why not just see a Healer and have it fixed?”  She busied herself with dragging Fred’s shirt from the waistband of his trousers.  George curled a hand in her hair and tugged her head back to take over kissing duties while Fred answered.

            “I told you, we were testing a new product.”

            “Didn’t work,” George mumbled.  She understood even though it came out quite garbled due to his tongue in her mouth.  She was getting adept at translating.

            “So it has to stay broken until we refine the spell and test it again.”

            “It’s a Healing Spell?”

            “It’s a sweet, actually, and it’s going to make us a mint.”

            “Every mother will have one on hand, just in case poor Junior breaks a bone practicing on his broom,” George said.  His hands left off squeezing her breasts and worked their way down to hitch up the hem of here skirt and then slither beneath her knickers.  There his hands encountered Fred’s.

            “Makes sense,” said Angelina and promptly forgot about Muggle casts and broken bones when Fred said, “We just happen to have another product that needs testing.”

            “We’re looking for volunteers,” George added as four hands slid her panties down until they fell to her ankles.

            “It comes in assorted flavours,” Fred said.

            “Sign me up,” she said blissfully.