certher
Stories
9
Chapters
109
Words
468.5 K
Comments
32
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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The corridor smelled like candied pineapple. Harry tried breathing through his mouth while Slughorn’s hand thumped down on his shoulder. “Now, Harry, my boy, the Christmas party!” Slughorn’s mustache quivered. “Have you given thought to your guest? Young Miss Belby has been asking. Miss Macmillan is lovely, very well connected…” Harry glanced down the hall where Ron was waiting. “Right. Yeah. I’ll be there, Professor.” “Splendid! But your companion is so important. Young…-
62.3 K • Ongoing
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Cedric pushed himself upright with a grunt, wincing as the movement pulled at his injuries. He didn’t look at Harry. His eyes were fixed on a dark opening at the rear of the cavern, a passage Harry hadn’t noticed during the fight. “Come on,” Cedric said. “ You need to see it.” He didn’t wait for a response. Just started walking, leading Harry deeper into the mountain. The tunnel opened into a small, dome-like chamber, and Harry stopped just inside the entrance. Four bodies huddled…-
227.3 K • Ongoing
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The Hokage's Prescription (Naruto/Ino) After a brutal mission leaves her mind feeling violated, Ino seeks out the one person whose presence is powerful enough to scour her clean. She finds Hokage Naruto buried in paperwork, and he has his own stress to relieve. Ugh, that was… gross. Ino's eyes snapped open, and she just breathed for a second. Like, really breathed. The air in the room was cool and still, totally normal, but it felt amazing in her lungs after being… in there. She could…
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Warm honey filled the little kitchen. Mariel perched at the rough pine table, heels hooked on the lowest rung, while her father tore open a fresh loaf. Steam drifted up from the soft center. He nudged a chunk her way, crumbs tumbling onto the worn board. She added a spoonful of honey and let the syrup sink in. Their minds brushed. Still tastes like childhood, she teased, sending the thought across the tiny space. Damien’s eyes crinkled. I keep waiting for you to get tired of it. Never. She took…
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Green light from the Black Lake filtered through the windows, painting the Slytherin common room in a cold, sickly glow. Draco Malfoy lounged on a leather sofa like a king on his throne, a smug smirk plastered across his pale face. His girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, draped herself beside him, looking bored but watching everything with sharp, hungry eyes. The portrait hole swung open. Harry Potter stood in the entrance, his eyes immediately locking onto Draco, and the room’s lazy atmosphere snapped tight…
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