Draco shoved up against him and Harry's back hit the wall, then his head. Light dazzled his eyes in tiny sparks.
Then (*meep*) this...
But Draco's hands were suddenly there, climbing carefully through his hair, slipping behind to cradle his head. Touching with tender fingers.
"I'm sor... I..."
Gahhhhhhhh!!!!!!! For the first time, I am completely, overwhelmingly speechless. There are no words for the beauty, the passion, the tenderness, the longing captured in those few lines. I remember reading and then re-reading that part and just thinking, "Damn!"
And then teh veryangstynastyevil cliffie part...
When Harry awoke, the sun was setting the floor stones aglow, Luna was singing brightly of greensleeves, and Draco was gone.
You have such a way with words and you use them better than most of the writers in HP fandom that I regularly read. The contrast of Luna "singing brightly" with the desolate "and Draco was gone" is simply, fundamentally brilliant and evocative prose.
That's a Voldie-evil cliffie you've left us with!
Draco shoved up against him and Harry's back hit the wall, then his head. Light dazzled his eyes in tiny sparks.
Then (*meep*) this...
But Draco's hands were suddenly there, climbing carefully through his hair, slipping behind to cradle his head. Touching with tender fingers.
"I'm sor... I..."
Gahhhhhhhh!!!!!!! For the first time, I am completely, overwhelmingly speechless. There are no words for the beauty, the passion, the tenderness, the longing captured in those few lines. I remember reading and then re-reading that part and just thinking, "Damn!"
And then teh veryangstynastyevil cliffie part...
When Harry awoke, the sun was setting the floor stones aglow, Luna was singing brightly of greensleeves, and Draco was gone.
You have such a way with words and you use them better than most of the writers in HP fandom that I regularly read. The contrast of Luna "singing brightly" with the desolate "and Draco was gone" is simply, fundamentally brilliant and evocative prose.
It just keeps getting better.