Harry left it alone, and that was fine because "uncertainty" was more comfortable than... well.
Oh, I love that you've written Harry as more comfortable with the unknown that he has now than the prospect of discovery, and what he might discover. He's frightened by possibility. Ignorance is bliss?
He stretched out a pale hand and rested it against the wall. His other hand came up slowly, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose, and he gave a deep shuddering sigh. Harry watched as Malfoy's shoulders hunched suddenly; the outstretched hand balled into a fist, and with a weak murmur, the blonde Slytherin slammed his hand against the wall. Harry saw raw scrapes bloom on Malfoy's knuckles. For a long moment, Malfoy's shaky breathing was all Harry could hear.
You write every description of Draco with the care of a very accomplished painter, calling attention to details like knuckles, breathing, simple things that would often go unnoticed. But since this is written through Harry's eyes, in a sense, those details wouldn't be missed.
Harry could not really define why his anger had suddenly died. It was just... gone.
I love this confusion. He is such a teenager, full of these complexities, brimming over with emotions that he can't quite control or even comprehend entirely. Things are rarely simple, or easily explained, and you've captured it perfectly.
I love both Harry's thoughts on Hermione and Ron, and his interactions with them. Not only do you know Ron and Hermione so well, but so does Harry. You've made their relationships so full; all the innerworkings and dynamics are exactly in the way canon hinted at but never fleshed out in such a complete and accessible way as this.
the empty chair between them glared painfully.
This is a beautiful line! The fact that Harry is drawn to absence rather than presence is really powerful.
Harry felt as if he were standing on a razor thin edge, and that one tiny nudge in either direction would send him over... one way or the other. In one dark chasm lay the past... and in the other lay the change, and the truth. The problem was, Harry did not know which was which.
Another lovely image here, and it really conveys what Harry's feeling in a way that's explicit and tangible. I like the choice of razor thin edge, rather than just thin edge because it adds not only the air of confusion, but also this sense of immediacy and peril.
The hopelessness shuddered against him, but he could not quite grasp it. The regret cocooned him, but did not smother.
I love this whole section. I always love how you write magic, but here especially, you've made these feelings that he discovers come alive as their own entity. It's lovely.
And oh, that last paragraph is a perfect realization. And it's such a powerful assertion for him to make. He doesn't want Draco to hurt anymore. It says so much; feelings, empathy, something that is more than just passing consideration.
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Date: 2005-01-06 03:00 pm (UTC)From:Oh, I love that you've written Harry as more comfortable with the unknown that he has now than the prospect of discovery, and what he might discover. He's frightened by possibility. Ignorance is bliss?
He stretched out a pale hand and rested it against the wall. His other hand came up slowly, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose, and he gave a deep shuddering sigh. Harry watched as Malfoy's shoulders hunched suddenly; the outstretched hand balled into a fist, and with a weak murmur, the blonde Slytherin slammed his hand against the wall. Harry saw raw scrapes bloom on Malfoy's knuckles. For a long moment, Malfoy's shaky breathing was all Harry could hear.
You write every description of Draco with the care of a very accomplished painter, calling attention to details like knuckles, breathing, simple things that would often go unnoticed. But since this is written through Harry's eyes, in a sense, those details wouldn't be missed.
Harry could not really define why his anger had suddenly died. It was just... gone.
I love this confusion. He is such a teenager, full of these complexities, brimming over with emotions that he can't quite control or even comprehend entirely. Things are rarely simple, or easily explained, and you've captured it perfectly.
I love both Harry's thoughts on Hermione and Ron, and his interactions with them. Not only do you know Ron and Hermione so well, but so does Harry. You've made their relationships so full; all the innerworkings and dynamics are exactly in the way canon hinted at but never fleshed out in such a complete and accessible way as this.
the empty chair between them glared painfully.
This is a beautiful line! The fact that Harry is drawn to absence rather than presence is really powerful.
Harry felt as if he were standing on a razor thin edge, and that one tiny nudge in either direction would send him over... one way or the other. In one dark chasm lay the past... and in the other lay the change, and the truth. The problem was, Harry did not know which was which.
Another lovely image here, and it really conveys what Harry's feeling in a way that's explicit and tangible. I like the choice of razor thin edge, rather than just thin edge because it adds not only the air of confusion, but also this sense of immediacy and peril.
The hopelessness shuddered against him, but he could not quite grasp it. The regret cocooned him, but did not smother.
I love this whole section. I always love how you write magic, but here especially, you've made these feelings that he discovers come alive as their own entity. It's lovely.
And oh, that last paragraph is a perfect realization. And it's such a powerful assertion for him to make. He doesn't want Draco to hurt anymore. It says so much; feelings, empathy, something that is more than just passing consideration.
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