A Choriambic Progression

A Choriambic Progression

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DISCLAIMER: This is not my original story. All credits go to Mairead Triste and Aristide. I decided to post this story because its archive was taken down in 2018 and some people may have missed out on this absolutely awesome fanfic that this is. It has nearly 100k words but it is absolutely worth the read. Impeccable writing, in fact, better written that a lot of books I've read (and I've read A LOT). Hands down best Snarry fic out there. Anyways, synopsis: Harry learns a lot over the summer. Maybe more than he'd ever expected or wanted or could bear to. An unfortunate curse, adolescence and a power that Harry isn't exactly sure he wants- that's all it takes for things to go South. Smut happens. It's all terribly exciting.
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It's the summer of '94. A large, warm palm moved against your dress before a deep voice barely spoke in your ear. " 'Scuse me." That was all it took. One touch. Two words. One and half if you were technical about it, which you were. You turn your head quickly towards the owner of the voice, and at the same time you feel the same palm graze across your back and land on your hip, moving you gently in whatever direction he needed you to go. You were caught off guard at how close his face was to yours, an inch, possibly two, but closer than he needed to be to get past you. You pull your face back slightly but your eyes remain glued to his as you realize two things at once: one, he has an accent, and two, his left eye was swollen almost shut, but even still he had the most beautiful face you had ever seen.

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