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  • Treacle tart and Coffee by moon__tea
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    Memories tasted like homemade treacle tart and black coffee. Part of the Series: Scents of Memories and Love
  • Lemon Tart and Earl Grey by moon__tea
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    Some memories tasted like homemade treacle tart and black coffee. Others lingered like lemon tart and fresh Earl Grey tea, kissed with a hint of bergamot. Sequel of "Treacle Tart and Coffee"
  • Castoffs by Misdemeanor1331
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    Struggling in his classes and unwillingly cut from his parents' purse strings, Zacharias Smith seeks solace in a dingy pub. He intends to assuage his sorrows with cheap ale and poor company, but Hannah Abbott refuses to let him languish. Student, barmaid, and social pariah, Hannah knows what it's to have her life upended. But if she can survive, then he can, too. Written for the 2020 Tag(line) You're It! Competition. I chose the Apocalypse, which meant that I was randomly assigned two characters (Zacharias Smith and Hannah Abbott), a trope (Mutual Pining), and a movie tagline ("So shocking she could only be spoken about in whispers!" from The Strange Woman). This is the result! Beta credit to the indefatigable DreamsofDramione for her structural support and encouragement! Awards: - Overall Favorite - Best Characterization - Runner Up: Best Angst
  • When Worlds Collide by Country_1
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    Tom had gone to bed late the night before, working on an upcoming movie he was doing. When he was awoken to what sounded like a couple boys grumbling, he knew something was wrong. Opening his eyes, he was the first to rush to the restroom, where his worst nightmare came true. He saw a head of blonde like he hadnt seen in years, and he was wearing a Slytherin tie. Draco Malfoy had gone to bed late the night before, staying up to study potions and ancient runes. When he's awoken to the sound of a dog in his room, his eyes snap open. This wasnt his dorm. He found his way to the restroom, where his hair was brown instead of the platinum blonde he had always seen. His wand nowhere in sight, he was completely helpless. Where was he, and how would he get back to Hogwarts? This is a fanfiction where Draco Malfoy and Tom Felton switch lives. Nobody knows how, but they are determined to figure it out. If they can, that is.