It's amazing how much you accomplish at 2am...

[icarus]

The house was quiet, the windows dark. I had told myself "go to bed" for the tenth time in an hour, knowing I wouldn't listen. I'd spent so much time online I feared my eyes would glow blue when I glanced up from the screen.

The soft tapping sound was all but imperceptible to me, lost in the virtual world, working on my website. This internet world becomes three dimensional and more real than what my senses tell me when I get like this.

1:00 am...

- Three pictures added. lizardspots' gorgeous Ron/Draco Sex, Drugs and Death Eater Rock remix, dingdongdevious' adorable Draco for First Signs of Magic: Draco Malfoy piece, and hill_'s irreverent Hagrid/Buckbeak Animagick piece (ow, she doesn't like Hagrid).

1:35 am...

- Beg Me For It soundtrack added. I went back to my former blue background for this page, and I really need a website that's less dark. I'm not really a dark person.

2:03 am...

- In a fit of insanity I posted four HP stories I've written in the past couple months, Catharsis, The Luckiest Man Alive, One Thousand Reasons, and the previously unpublished Epilogue to The Hat Trick. Because my site is where I post everything "no matter what." Which means I still need to post that Percy/Rita piece.

2:35 am...

I finally stumbled into bed to have wildernessguru curl around me, muttering something about "...staying up too late honey...."

But we all do this, don't we?

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[cordelia_v]

Yes, we all do it. You can tell a fan by the dark circles under her eyes, perhaps.

But tomorrow I have to be in the classroom for 5 hours, and then go the first choir practice of the season after dinner.

*rubs her blue eyes, and heads off to sleep*

Commentfic!!!!!!

[krissielee.livejournal.com]

700 words, so totally left it open for a sequel:

It was dark in the dungeons. And cold. Freezing, in fact. If you breathed hard enough, you could see it float in front of you. If you had light to see it with, anyway. And it was quite like a maze, passages crisscrossing and looping past each other carelessly, so that if you weren’t sure of your destination, surely you’d never find it.

And it was just the way he liked it down here. Cold, dark, solitary.

Draco pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders and continued on his way. If he hurried, he might still have time to--well, he thought, smirking. No telling who’s listening in on one’s thoughts these days. Suspicion was growing, thanks to Potty and his little hangers-on.

His footsteps echoed around him, bouncing cheerfully off the walls and floor. Draco smirked, humming softly to himself as he rounded yet another corridor, slamming directly into someone on the other side.

“Fuck!” he swore loudly, then repeated himself as he saw who he had run into.

“Watch your mouth, Malfoy. And why are you out so late?”

“None of your concern, Weasley.”

“I’m Head Boy. It’s my concern when you’re breaking the rules.”

Draco glared up at the red-head, his freckles standing out against pink tinged skin. “What, did they start giving commissions for everyone you catch after hours? Otherwise, mind your own, Weasley.”

“You’re treading thin ice, Malfoy. You’re obviously up to something.” Percy Weasley frowned, then muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Death Eater” to Draco’s ears.

“What, all that Gryffindor courage and you can’t accuse me to my face?” Draco snapped, stepping around the older boy, only to have his sleeve caught and pulled back roughly, slamming into Percy’s chest. “Watch it, will you?” the blond growled, pulling himself away. “No matter your position in this school, this is my territory, and you are still lower than Crup shite to me.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re out of bed after hours.”

“So what if I am? Maybe I just needed to get away from Crabbe’s incessant snoring. What’s it to you?”

“It’s my job to make sure that the school stays safe. If you’re doing something to jeopardise anyone, it’s my duty to inform the Headmaster.”

Draco’s hand fell to his wand, though for the moment he did not draw it. “What would be jeopardising? Getting a bit of air? Planting poison in every pitcher of Pumpkin juice? Really, Weasley, be more specific. Obviously being short on Galleons doesn’t make you short on words.”

Percy’s face turned red, and Draco smirked. Sometimes it was just too easy to score off the lot of them. “Just tell me what you’re doing, and then go back to your Commonroom,” he ground out, voice low, even.

“No, you go about your business and leave me to mine. I’ve important business that doesn’t concern you, Weasley.”

“I’m making it my concern.”

“Ooh, sure you can handle it?” Draco taunted, turning on his heels and continuing his walk down the hall, Percy close behind. “You may be Head Boy, but the things I’ve seen would scare the piss out of you.” Percy sighed. “Really, you’re going to get nothing out of me Weasley, and if you ask me what I’m doing again, I’ll get Professor Snape’s permission. He’s privy to what I’m doing.”

“I’ll find out yet, Malfoy.”

“Yes, yes, threaten all you want. Surely you’ll catch the nasty Death Eater out for a stroll, lock him up in Azkaban with all the other bad people,” Draco replied offhandedly. “Just go continue your rounds. You’ll not get what you want from me anytime soon.” He stopped suddenly, so that Percy only just didn’t run into him. Draco turned, smirking up at the boy. “Can’t even follow a person properly. Doubt you’ll see the end of the war with sneaking skills like these.”

And with that, he continued on his way, Percy Weasley watching him until the darkness swallowed even his pale hair, hiding him from view.

Draco smiled to himself. All he wanted this time was a bit of a walk. He just hadn’t the heart to turn away such a fun little game.

[impetuousoddity.livejournal.com]

I would just like to say that I nearly squealed aloud at the computer screen when I saw you had posted new stories. And Percy/Niko... ::bows:: Thank you!!