Most say alcohol is not good, that it leads to more problems than one desires. However I know a tale of two men, whose relationship is based around a bottle of 1896 Oak Mature Mead. It goes a little something like this….

No Wands, a Bottle, and the Truth. Three certain things add up to one big climax.

You were ill. I didn't know how ill but you just were. You couldn't talk; even blinking seemed like a chore. A part of me wanted you to just give up, because I felt like death was an easier option for all of us. But that part of me was selfish, because I didn't know if death was easy for you? - SLASH/MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH/YOUR FEELS WILL BREAK!

A very smutty, wriggly, squidgy, orgasmic slash fic.

Draco wakes wondering if maybe... just maybe

Draco writes Harry his final letter, recalling his top three favourite memories and begging Harry to never forget, but to never stop.