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Okay, the thing is, since I finished the writing of wifeswapping, I not only don't have much that is unfinished, but I don't have much standing between me and the hard work of an EWFS sequel. Bleh. But anyhow:
"Swing Time" was conceived for a very old "dancefic" challenge on the SCUSA H/H/D/G thread. Call this the bunny that died, rather than an unfinished fic. I had thought of Seamus, Ginny and Hermione, during the summer of the EWFS prologue when Ginny comes to visit Hermione, staying up late watching the Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers movie Swing Time and then having prophetic dreams. It was like one of those silly episodes of a TV show: you see them watch the end of the movie and go to bed, then at night sleeping, you see three dreams. For those familiar with the film, I saw Ginny and Draco in the first number, right after Fred and Ginger meet, when he gets a dance lesson from her and they sing "Pick Yourself Up"; Harry and Hermione in the scene where Fred comes to Ginger's room and sings "The Way You Look Tonight" and it cuts to the two of them dancing; and Seamus and Dean in the snow singing "A Fine Romance." Then the next morning, all three are brushing their teeth and say, "I had the oddest dream . . . " and each relating their dreams. And then one says, "Do you think?" and the rest say, "Nah!" and keep brushing their teeth, but wondering. Remember, in the EWFS universe both Hermione and Seamus would date other people 5th year and Ginny would still be crushing on Harry, so it wasn't as though they were ignoring some spark. It would work well and be cute if it were in a filmed medium, but I soon realized that doing this in prose meant essentially just mimicking the script of the film, which isn't all that original. So I can't even paste some little snippet.
"Weasley Wives" came from a bunny someone posted on POWSN, the Percy/Oliver Y!group, about a gathering of Weasley spouses. As they are a horrible OBHWF type, they envisioned Hermione with Ron and Harry with Ginny and who knows who all else. But then I envisioned my Weasley spouses—and for this I am also indebted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ely709, who shares my universe—and how they would interact, and why. At the time I had nmalfoy's MPI very much in my head, but as I'm a D/G writer, he morphed into my own Draco, who began to dryly relate a tale of having to learn how to cook.
There are several distinct advantages to marrying a Weasley.
(I know, you never thought you’d hear me say that, but stay with me.)
1. Now that we have some kids of our own, there is always a babysitter available. And before we had kids of our own, we babysat, ourselves, which meant that when the kids did come they didn’t seem quite so, well, non-human, really.
2. Those jumpers Molly knits are very warm. Malfoy Manor, even rebuilt, is one drafty fucking house.
3. Vast family gatherings mean that you never really have to get stuck talking to any one in-law for too long.
Of course, there are also distinct disadvantages to marrying a Weasley.
1. Those genes will out, which you wouldn’t think, as they are all recessive. Everytime I leave the house with the children, someone will say, “Oooh, you can always tell a Weasley child.” Can’t you always tell a Malfoy? What is the matter with these people?
2. Ginny has very little sense of privacy. I think people should mind their own bloody business, thank you very much, and that includes her brothers. I’m just glad she doesn’t have a sister. Hermione knows far too much about our lives as it is.
3. Vast family gatherings mean that you actually have to remember the names of siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews, great aunts . . . need I go on? And need I remind you that they all look alike? (See disadvantage #1.)
When I related my not-plot to Nancy, she, an H/D type who therefore is somehow contractually obligated to hate D/G, was properly horrified. At any rate, the not-plot doesn't seem to be going anyplace, so I'm not sure this will ever see the light of day.
There is also some untitled D/G smut in the pipeline which will be finished, and fairly soon. The plan some months ago was to write the wifeswapping fic and smut for each of my four pairings. Diwali, the Ron/Padma story, is already at RS; Pretty from Behind, the Harry/Hermione, has been submitted to RS and I may well send it to Pumpkin Pie as well; and Re-Union, the Seamus/Dean, has been submitted to RS and is already up at The Seamus-Dean archive. So clearly I need to give Draco and Ginny their due. I already know what happens and when; I just got distracted by wifeswapping and so haven't finished it yet.
Ginny stuck her tongue out, then pulled her head back through the window and slid it shut. She grabbed her small bag, then raced out of her apartment and down the stairs to the sidewalk. She was rewarded for her haste with a passionate kiss. “Where’s your car?” she asked breathlessly.
Draco pulled back and stared in mock horror. “Is that all you like me for, my automobile?”
“And what if it is?”
“Then it’s a good thing I got a nice one.” He took her kitbag in one hand, her own hand in the other, and led her down the street, through the other end of Diagon Alley to the Muggle street beyond. Another block down was a narrow alley with several garbage bins and a Dumpster.
Ginny frowned. “Draco, where’s your car?”
“I hate parking,” he said, waving his wand carelessly at the Dumpster. It shimmered slightly, transfiguring into a silver [need car] convertible.
Ginny gasped. “Oh, Draco, it’s so pretty,” she purred, stroking the door.
Draco placed her bag in the trunk. “Why don’t you ever look at me like that?”
She smiled dreamily but didn’t take her eyes from the car. “I do. But you are usually busy staring at my tits or something.”
“Get in the car,” he said, rolling his eyes. Top down, sunglasses on, they rolled out into the Thursday evening traffic.
The [need car] comment is about getting an appropriate make and model fromalexmalfoy, Draco fan and car hound. He gave me one on the bus from Oxford to London, but I forgot it, so I'll have to get it from him in CHAT, so I'll have a record of it.
Everything else is really bound for the sequel so I don't really want to show it to you. That I don't have dozens of little scraps of things floating around probably says more about my obsessive need to finish things and my general single-mindedness than anything else.
Okay, the thing is, since I finished the writing of wifeswapping, I not only don't have much that is unfinished, but I don't have much standing between me and the hard work of an EWFS sequel. Bleh. But anyhow:
"Swing Time" was conceived for a very old "dancefic" challenge on the SCUSA H/H/D/G thread. Call this the bunny that died, rather than an unfinished fic. I had thought of Seamus, Ginny and Hermione, during the summer of the EWFS prologue when Ginny comes to visit Hermione, staying up late watching the Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers movie Swing Time and then having prophetic dreams. It was like one of those silly episodes of a TV show: you see them watch the end of the movie and go to bed, then at night sleeping, you see three dreams. For those familiar with the film, I saw Ginny and Draco in the first number, right after Fred and Ginger meet, when he gets a dance lesson from her and they sing "Pick Yourself Up"; Harry and Hermione in the scene where Fred comes to Ginger's room and sings "The Way You Look Tonight" and it cuts to the two of them dancing; and Seamus and Dean in the snow singing "A Fine Romance." Then the next morning, all three are brushing their teeth and say, "I had the oddest dream . . . " and each relating their dreams. And then one says, "Do you think?" and the rest say, "Nah!" and keep brushing their teeth, but wondering. Remember, in the EWFS universe both Hermione and Seamus would date other people 5th year and Ginny would still be crushing on Harry, so it wasn't as though they were ignoring some spark. It would work well and be cute if it were in a filmed medium, but I soon realized that doing this in prose meant essentially just mimicking the script of the film, which isn't all that original. So I can't even paste some little snippet.
"Weasley Wives" came from a bunny someone posted on POWSN, the Percy/Oliver Y!group, about a gathering of Weasley spouses. As they are a horrible OBHWF type, they envisioned Hermione with Ron and Harry with Ginny and who knows who all else. But then I envisioned my Weasley spouses—and for this I am also indebted to
ely709, who shares my universe—and how they would interact, and why. At the time I had nmalfoy's MPI very much in my head, but as I'm a D/G writer, he morphed into my own Draco, who began to dryly relate a tale of having to learn how to cook.There are several distinct advantages to marrying a Weasley.
(I know, you never thought you’d hear me say that, but stay with me.)
1. Now that we have some kids of our own, there is always a babysitter available. And before we had kids of our own, we babysat, ourselves, which meant that when the kids did come they didn’t seem quite so, well, non-human, really.
2. Those jumpers Molly knits are very warm. Malfoy Manor, even rebuilt, is one drafty fucking house.
3. Vast family gatherings mean that you never really have to get stuck talking to any one in-law for too long.
Of course, there are also distinct disadvantages to marrying a Weasley.
1. Those genes will out, which you wouldn’t think, as they are all recessive. Everytime I leave the house with the children, someone will say, “Oooh, you can always tell a Weasley child.” Can’t you always tell a Malfoy? What is the matter with these people?
2. Ginny has very little sense of privacy. I think people should mind their own bloody business, thank you very much, and that includes her brothers. I’m just glad she doesn’t have a sister. Hermione knows far too much about our lives as it is.
3. Vast family gatherings mean that you actually have to remember the names of siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews, great aunts . . . need I go on? And need I remind you that they all look alike? (See disadvantage #1.)
When I related my not-plot to Nancy, she, an H/D type who therefore is somehow contractually obligated to hate D/G, was properly horrified. At any rate, the not-plot doesn't seem to be going anyplace, so I'm not sure this will ever see the light of day.
There is also some untitled D/G smut in the pipeline which will be finished, and fairly soon. The plan some months ago was to write the wifeswapping fic and smut for each of my four pairings. Diwali, the Ron/Padma story, is already at RS; Pretty from Behind, the Harry/Hermione, has been submitted to RS and I may well send it to Pumpkin Pie as well; and Re-Union, the Seamus/Dean, has been submitted to RS and is already up at The Seamus-Dean archive. So clearly I need to give Draco and Ginny their due. I already know what happens and when; I just got distracted by wifeswapping and so haven't finished it yet.
Ginny stuck her tongue out, then pulled her head back through the window and slid it shut. She grabbed her small bag, then raced out of her apartment and down the stairs to the sidewalk. She was rewarded for her haste with a passionate kiss. “Where’s your car?” she asked breathlessly.
Draco pulled back and stared in mock horror. “Is that all you like me for, my automobile?”
“And what if it is?”
“Then it’s a good thing I got a nice one.” He took her kitbag in one hand, her own hand in the other, and led her down the street, through the other end of Diagon Alley to the Muggle street beyond. Another block down was a narrow alley with several garbage bins and a Dumpster.
Ginny frowned. “Draco, where’s your car?”
“I hate parking,” he said, waving his wand carelessly at the Dumpster. It shimmered slightly, transfiguring into a silver [need car] convertible.
Ginny gasped. “Oh, Draco, it’s so pretty,” she purred, stroking the door.
Draco placed her bag in the trunk. “Why don’t you ever look at me like that?”
She smiled dreamily but didn’t take her eyes from the car. “I do. But you are usually busy staring at my tits or something.”
“Get in the car,” he said, rolling his eyes. Top down, sunglasses on, they rolled out into the Thursday evening traffic.
The [need car] comment is about getting an appropriate make and model from
alexmalfoy, Draco fan and car hound. He gave me one on the bus from Oxford to London, but I forgot it, so I'll have to get it from him in CHAT, so I'll have a record of it.Everything else is really bound for the sequel so I don't really want to show it to you. That I don't have dozens of little scraps of things floating around probably says more about my obsessive need to finish things and my general single-mindedness than anything else.
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Date: 2003-03-15 08:08 pm (UTC)And I *really* want to see more of that Weasley Wives thing. I know you said it wasn't likely, but I love the starting premise. Incidentally -- as someone with a huge (Jewish) family, I'm sure Will feels the same way about having to attend family gatherings. My grandparents threw us an engagement party, the first time I brought Will to Calif, and I deliberately put a cap at 30 people so he wouldn't be *too* intimidated. (Our annual 12/24 regularly brings 50-70 people. Even I sometimes have trouble with a few names and faces.) So - I found that aspect of the plot bunny especially amusing. But all of it, really. I love the idea of Draco as the lone "Weasley husband".
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Date: 2003-03-18 09:37 am (UTC)Anyone who is a fan of Anne of Green Gables, The Thin Man, Austen, slash, and The Philadelphia Story is a friend of mine.
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Date: 2003-03-18 09:38 am (UTC)Must also fangirl the Cary Grant avatar.
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