Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: J. Marie
Status of fanfiction: 19 Chapters, WIP
Number of words: should be over than 450,000
Summary: "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy wand and thy staff they comfort me." Harry returns to the wizarding world to find a depressed Remus Lupin and all his friends, as well as an ever-vicious Severus Snape. He even finds a fugitive and disgraced Draco Malfoy, along with his disturbing Necromancer cousin. Ron and Hermione grow closer, leaving Harry quite left out. Harry discovers a way to bring Sirius back, but the consequences are terrifying. And to top it all off, Harry's actually starting to like Draco. And all during the summer and into Harry's sixth year, Harry learns more than he ever meant to about Death Eaters, the Malfoys, Remus Lupin, and even himself . . .
Quote: Harry had never really touched anyone for the sheer joy of touching them before. He found himself letting Draco's head go to rest his hand on Draco's bare back, sliding his Quidditch-callused fingers along the smooth, creamy line of Draco's back. Draco shuddered, breathing heavily as he fell still. Harry was breathing hard, too. Draco wasn't resisting. He was conquered. He was just lying there, on the floor, letting Harry touch him.
Harry was fascinated. He felt very warm all over, just from touching Draco's bare skin. He'd never felt this rush of warmth, these sudden, rather delicious urges to push the boundaries. Draco was lying there beneath him, a willing victim to whatever Harry wanted to do. The power play, in of itself, was intoxicating.
Harry splayed his bare hand on the bare skin of Draco's back. Warm urgings somewhere inside Harry made him want to explore other regions of Draco's body. He ignored them for the moment and put pressure on Draco's back.
"Aren't you suppose to fight back, Malfoy?" Harry asked, leaning forward to whisper into Draco's ear. The other boy's face was now willingly pressed against the area rug.
"I thought you were a Gryffindor, Potter. Is rubbing my back the extent of your boldness?" Draco whispered back. His tone was challenging. Harry put both his hands on Draco's smooth back, sliding down to the waistband of his jeans.
Your rate for this fic: 9.5/10 just ONLY because it hasn't finished yet...
I'm a fan of J.Marie since she was writing in Final Fantasy VIII community. I'm not sure if she still write it, though but all I can say that she's also one of the most outstanding authors since that time. (at least 5 years ago) Her writing is truly professional comparing to fanfiction's standard (I can't say that she write professionally only because I don't normally read novel or book other than fanfiction ^^')
Her story has reason, plot, and charactors development... plus, if you read this you'll know that she had done a LOT of research on what she's writing. The story is very well organized like she had it all written, every small details aren't written because they sound good but they sound real.