Fanworks Compendium

[lukejordan]

So, I'm presuming that the kind of awesome people who congregate in locations like this tend to be both Harry Potter fans (well, duh) and fairly creative free-thinking types.

I therefore thought I'd set up a spot where those of us into the fanfiction/fanart/other fanworks scene could pimp our stuff and make recommendations.

Right @tm, I'm in the middle of writing a longer piece of work, so I thought I'd post a link in case someone might possibly be kind of interested.

So yeah, here it is: www.fanfiction.net/s/7308781/1/The_Apprentice

TLDR; Fanfic by me in case you're interested, feel free to tell me I suck

P.S - anyone else with stuff they'd like to recc/share - go right ahead!

[severussnape]

Alright seeing as I am too afraid to post a link to my hp fanfic because of the content of my other fanfics I will put into words instead also it's abit of slash with theo and blaise...if you wish for me to remove it I will,so here is the first chapter of it:

Perhaps he was a geek. Maybe the want to know things about life completely different from his own was something only the nerdy Ravenclaws did. If Theodore really cared all that much about what other's thought do you think he would still be reading every other book he laid his eyes on? No, reading was just too perfectly relaxing for him. To lose himself in a fictional story was just as stimulating as it was peaceful. The best of both worlds. And anyway, his world was already strange enough as it was, magic and castles and unicorns, reading stories was really the only thing he could relate to. It's not like any of those muggle shows on Television have anything to do with his world. The closest thing was that 'Bewitched' show, and that was far-fetched if anything was.

Nope, reading suited him just fine. Reading over sports and being social and even eating in some cases. If such a thing existed as an editable paperback, which he wouldn't doubt considering he had seen every other kind of book, it would probably be the only thing he would eat. To press even further, if there was person out there who smelled of books naturally he would probably spend the rest of his days trying to get that person to be his.

So, you couldn't be surprised that someone who loved reading so much would be doing just that on a Saturday afternoon. Theodore, who was reading one of his favorites stories, one of mystery, romance, and most of all, murder, was sprawled out on his stomach on the black leather of the sofa in the common room, propped up on his elbows as his fingers held the worn and all to familiar pages of his book, his legs bend at the knees and held lazily in the air. If anything he looked rather boyish there, every once in a while letting his legs swing childishly and idly as his almond brown eyes skimmed the words on the page. He was so deep into the story that when his hair fell in front of one eye he didn't even bother pushing it out of the way, but instead let it hang, and read through it.

What a prefect situation. Theodore couldn't help the slightest little crooked smirk come over his lips as he lay there. Nothing could possibly take this wonderfully pleasant high away from him.

And Blaise couldn't let the perfectly wonderful view go for the time being. He had just ironically returned from a quick visit to the library. He'd been finishing up a paper about the dark arts, one of the few classes that Blaise cared about these days, and had needed to confirm something in one of the books that he didn't have. Smelling of books and a little of dust, he made his way through the common room, stuffing his finished homework assignment into his bag and turning back to the common room. It was empty, except for Theo. Blaise couldn't help but let a small smile curl at his lips at the sight of him - so typical - stretched out with a book a small smirk tilting at his lips. Yes, it was something that made Blaise grin to himself and think that today was a rather nice day to hit on the straight ( ? ) boy.

Blaise made his way to the couch that resided next to Theo's couch, the side by his head, thankfully, and flopped into it, his legs falling over the arm of the chair as he eyed Theo with a vaugely interested look. The classic pose that Theo was laying in reminded Blaise of Draco when he would curl up with the occasional book over the summer. It seemed to be a pose that many young people were fond of, he'd noticed. He too would often find himself mimicking that position. It was a good one, for thinking.

Looking carefully over a nail, Blaise finally looked over to Theo and commented in an offhand manner, "Well, aren't you looking stylish." Blaise was as usual giving a double sided compliment that was playful and teasing at the same time. He flicked some hair back from his eyes and watched Theo closely, wondering how he'd react. It'd been a while since Blaise had gotten drunk and hit on him. Blaise was having a good day - and this only added to it. Perhaps he could further his little escapade of teasing Theo for a while.

Thedore knew who it was Blaise the moment he had stepped into the common room. The boy had his own walk that Theodore had become accustom to over the while knowing him. If Theo had to describe it, he would say Blaise walked like a cat. A graceful, discreet walk, but at the same time he gave off so much ego that he announced his present to the room without making a sound.

Ah, Of course. Theodore could expect no more from Blaise then a two-sided comment like that. That line had Blaise Zabini smothered all over it. The boy lifted his eyes from the print on the pages in front of him to look at his company, a somewhat unimpressed gaze that hopefully communicated to the olive-skinned teen how uninspiring that remark had been. Blaise had come up with better lines then that one.

"I think I'll need a drink if this is what your going to be like all afternoon. A buzz will be the only way I'll be able to endure it." Theodore countered, returning his eyes onto the words, but promptly not being able to read them anymore for the fact that his attention was now too much on his friend. Instead, his eyes, trained to read from so many years of it, skimmed the lines of words without really taking in their meaning, making it look as if the boy was still more interested in the hardcover then Blaise.

"And by the way. I'm taking that as a compliment." he added after a pause, letting a playfully wicked look take over his eyes, his lips following their lead into a slight smirk. Theodore was, of course, straighter then a highway, he in fact had a little something going on with a girl in his neighborhood back home, but that wouldn't stop him from joking around with Blaise a little, especially when he was in such a mood.

Blaise, as my friend put it, was about as straight as a rainbow. Though he was more so bi, so my friend had little grounds with which to go on with this theory. But that wasn't going to stop her from commenting about it, now was it? Blaise would've appreciated the comment about his rather cat-like grace. It was something of a family trait, almost. But his father had never quite managed to get it down. His mother though she was the epitome of grace. It was from her many dance classes, he knew.

Blaise snorted softly at Theo's comment, waving his hand airily as he drawled in a dramatic way, "You do remember what happened last time we got into the drinks" "don't you? Or maybe you don't. Now wouldn't that be quaint." Blaise gave a snide smile that was oh-so teasing and curled up a bit tighter in the chair, rearranging his body a bit and watching Theo still.

He had to admit that Theo was an interesting person. And straight as he was, well, Blaise intended to do something about that. Really. More men should be less straight; it'd make things oh so much easier for Blaise. Hmph. And what would Theo think if he knew that our gorgeous little school whore was a virgin? Well. It would be interesting, to say the least.

Blaise nearly purred his reply, a diminutive laugh behind the words. "A compliment? If that's what floats your boat, I've got plenty of those up my sleeve" He raised his eyebrows suggestively at him and let a small smirk pull at his lips. He knew he had more of Theo's attention than the boy was letting on. That in itself was enough of a comfort for Blaise.

Theodore had thought he remember the last time they had gotten into the drinks. Identifying it for the fact that the whole night it had seemed that Blaise's one and only goal was to get Theo in bed. Of course, after that grin and teasing tone the boy couldn't help but let his imagination get the best of him for a moment. There would have been no way Theodore would have allowed anything more then the flirting, he was being absurd having that brief thought that perhaps the alcohol had gotten the best of both of them and more had happened. That was foolish. (He hoped.)

Instead Theodore brushed to comment off, praying that the moment of worry hadn't have show on his face, and instead took a moment, like Blaise, to adjust his seating, feeling thoroughly uncomfortable laying about after that last comment. He took to a cross-legged sit beside his company, feeling just as boyish as before in his Indian position, the goal attended.

Perhaps it would be interested. Theodore couldn't say that he wouldn't be surprised that Blaise was a virgin, being one of the many who know him for the 'whore' he was. Of course, to Theo it's not like it makes a difference, he was a virgin and he had done some things that he sometimes wondered if Blaise had even attempted.

"Of course a compliment 'float's my boat. What float's yours?" he asked, putting emphasis on his quotation by making air quotes with his fingers, a childish grin finding his features. It was really an innocent question, for he was honestly pondering that if the boy didn't like compliments then what was it he liked?

"I've learned not to doubt the things you have up your sleeves Blaise." Theodore added after a moment, giving the smallest of eye rolls at that suggestive look. Blaise's sleeves must be like Merlin's magically bag if they had all the things Blaise had intended in them.

And he had all those and more, indeed. He watched Theo rearrange himself and couldn't help but grin a bit, and even that slowly turned into a smirk as the boy pondered if he'd done anything past the flirting. Blaise would openly admit he hadn't, if Theo asked, but since he hadn't well, then it just seemed he was going to have to keep that little fact to himself for the time being.

Nervous. Ha. Blaise liked getting that reaction, a little. To see that he could at least sometimes get under his skin and make him squirm. Though he didn't take quite as much pleasure in that slightly twisted way that most slytherins did, he did take some. But he was still a good guy under it all, really.

Virgin or not, Blaise had some intentions when it came to Theo, if only to prove to my friend. Though he really did like the boy, honestly. He was somebody Blaise could respect, somebody he wanted respect from. He wasn't sure if he got it but that wasn't something he was going to worry about just yet. After all, there was plenty of time for things such as that.

"Pretty boys with books who are hard to get?" He replied breezily, looking at him with eyebrows raised and his thumb stuck under this chin, his index finger following the graceful curve of his cheekbone as his and held his chin propped up.

"And that may be the best choice you've made." Draco still underestimated Blaise's tricks sometimes, and that never turned out well for him. Blaise couldn't see why he just didn't admit already that Blaise could indeed bring out some pretty interesting tricks when he wanted to.

"Good book?" He gestured towards the boy's lap, still watching him with something closely related to an animal stalking his prey. But not quite. He wasn't that intense yet. Give it a few months.

Theodore on the other hand never took joy in making people nervous, perhaps because he hated the feeling all to much himself. When he did get nervous it was like his innards where all twisted in a knot and his throat was plugged up with a wine cork, making it hard to swallow and sometimes even talk.

The teen let his mouth gap ever so slightly at those words as he tried to absorb them. Blaise was always the kind to mess around with your head, so that was Theo's first conclusion, but he just couldn't ignore the suspicious fact that Blaise was implying it was Theodore who floats his boat. But, again, that was foolish. (he prayed)

The funny part? Once the boy decided again that Blaise was just pulling his leg, he then started to pick apart everything about that comment that wasn't true. Firstly Thedore never once considered himself a 'pretty boy'. Blaise and Draco where the pretty boys, Theodore was the loner who had affairs with his books and not many else. Secondly, he hardly considered himself 'hard to get'. Perhaps it was just that no one really wanted to 'get' him?

"I tend to make good choices." he replied after finding his composer again and turning his attention to his fingers which gripped the hardcover book that he had been so happy to be alone with moments ago.

"Good enough. I've read it at least a dozen times." he replied, running his thumbs over the cover of the now closed book.

"It's kinda pathetic actually." he added, giving a bit of a laugh at himself. He was pathetic. What kind of kid thought more about stories then the opposite sex?

Blaise did indeed like to see people nervous. At least a little. It meant that he had their attention, at least, and Blaise was a Slytherin at heart, most times. He did like to have the upper hand, sometimes. He didn't need it to feel secure, surely, but it was a good feeling to have, once in a while. A little back up plan.

And if only Blaise could have heard his though process! He would've been too busy chuckling and grinning at him to really come back with anything, or even to continue his pursuit of the boy, which was well under way, of course. Blaise was the epitome of subtle, and that suited him perfectly. It got along with all his nice little sensibilities. Never enough to openly get caught or yelled at, and just enough to get what he wanted. Subtle was the way to go, indeed.

"Good choices, yes, but you seem a little on the thick side, sometimes, Theo." His voice was that of mocking exasperation. He knew it would take a while to get through to him that he did indeed float Blaise's boat, in more ways than a few, to say the least. He had the sort of looks that Blaise went for he was no Draco, surely, but Draco had a flashy style, while Theo was more book style. He was realistic in some ways, and seemed more real and reachable than Draco. That appealed to Blaise. He wanted reality. He wanted firmness and nice solid ground beneath him.

"Not really. I have a few books that I read repeatedly." He knew there was good literature out there, even if he was a bit lazy when it came to reading it. He tended to stick to his favorites, more often than not.

If Blaise was the epitome of subtle then Theodore was the epitome of obvious. Usually he was just about as blunt as Malfoy about things, believing honesty was the best policy. This little conversation was really the only time in a long time where Thedore was keeping some thoughts and comments to himself. He kind of liked it actually, keeping things to himself. It was like he had his own secret all to himself.

Wow. He really was pathetic.

Theodore let a frown come over his features for a moment. That was uncalled for. Maybe he could be a tad slow at times but he wouldn't go as far as saying 'thick'.

Maybe it was better that neither of them could hear each other's thought process. Theodore would of course probably embarrass himself entirely with his babbling paragraphs of thought, but also if he was hearing what Blaise was saying at the moment he would probably rolling into a fit of laughter. Why anyone would want him for those simple reasons was beyond him. Maybe he came off as realistic, but he was truly a dreamer at heart. He wasn't sure if even Leanna knew that about him.

Theodore let his shoulder shrug slightly, inspecting the book with his 'realist' eye. In truth it wasn't even that well written. He had started it in third year and almost put it back, but something told him to give it a chance, and the plot was twisted and intriguing enough that he ended up reading it for pretty well three days straight just to finish it.

"It's lost it's original flair though. It's not as exciting as it used to be." he gave a sigh. It was too predictable now. If you asked him to write the story he probably could do it word for word he knew it so well. Perhaps he only kept reading it because it had stolen a piece of his heart.

Goodness Theo, if Blaise could only hear you now.

Blaise picked at a nail casually and looked up to Theo, a small cat-like grin spreading across his face as he watched him. Yes, if only he knew what he was thinking. It would, of course, be useful for a bit of light teasing. No matter how coarse Blaise could come off, he was actually a very nice person, and would take care of his own to the end. Though sometimes Draco wasn't all too sure of that, Blaise was more bound by that than anything else. He wanted terribly to be trustworthy, to be liked and wanted and needed. A little insecurity, on his part, but it added to his charm, perhaps? But then again, it could just be a very disheartening thing to see for Blaise's father had always been so disappointed in his son for wanting to be wanting. He'd told him to be self-sufficient and independent. Well, Blaise put on a great show of those traits, but in all reality, he was far from that secure. But he wasn't about to admit that, not even to Theo. Only Draco had inklings of those feelings, and that was only because it was rather mutual both the boys could relate to that type of feeling.

Though Blaise was looking for somebody more real than Draco (and hopefully a bit more available, even if he didn't know about Leanna) he thought Theo was a good find. He was real in the places Blaise wanted him, well, needed, him to be. His smile had faded with his thoughts.

But he'd think about that more later, when he had the time.

"Yes. Things tend to do that after a while." Books, people, school, love, sex it all could get very repetitive. He cracked a small smile again at the sigh. Cute, he thought idly. He folded his hands in his lap, shifting a bit and eyeing Theo some more. He for once, was unsure of what to say. Though Blaise was excellent at wooing, he'd never had to woo someone who was so totally uninspired towards him. Well, he'd just have to consider it an extra challenge.

"Gotten laid, lately?" Blaise was 99 sure he was a virgin he just acted it but he needed something to stir up the conversation, and that's honestly all I can think about since my friend just called and asked me that.

Theodore always thought that mind reading would be incredible useful, bearing witness to the many broken hearts and misunderstanding between the friends he hung out with during the summer, he could only think that if someone could actually bear into mind what your thinking there would be a lot less misunderstandings. Of course, this was one of those times that contradicted his theory, considering he was very happy that Blaise couldn't read his mind.

Bloody senseless babbling, he did it in his head too.

Leanna wasn't exactly 'with' Theo. Or vise versa. There relationship was complicated if anything was. Theirs was a, 'make out after having a few drinks' sort of thing. If only Blaise knew that secret side of Theodore. He could almost hear the words 'man-whore' coming back at him for the many times that Theodore had called Blaise it.

It was practically a pet-name now.

Theodore crinkled his nose slightly at the disappointment of Blaise's comment, knowing very well the uniformity of life, but only suddenly finding it substandard. Funny how little things can sneak up on you like that?

Somewhat like Blaise's question, which had snuck up on Theodore and figuratively slapped him in the back of the head.

"I really don't think it's any of your business." Theodore retorted quickly, letting a red flush come over his face, scowling himself because now Blaise would of course assume the answer was 'no' and press further.

It of course was no, but hell, you don't have to have sex just to say you had a good time.