But there were wards up around the walls, prickling magic that stung my hands and scraped against my dreams when I had them.
One of the best lines you've ever written. Really and truly.
He still fought, even though he had won, and I let him fight because his anger was warm and there was a chill reverberating in the air now that the war had ended.
Oh Draco. That he will stay through that, even though he thinks it won't change, and that the second it does he'll have lost it all, but he just stays anyway.
It was enough to be with him. I convinced myself every time I had that luxury.
GOD. Draco kills me in this, Rerun. He just needs Harry like air, more than air. Like he could do without everything so long as Harry is there with him.
I no longer knew what he was fighting for. But the fighting itself was necessary.
Oh Draco Draco Draco. He's fighting for you.
He moved inside me slowly the nights of my returns, as if he knew his touches were driving the haze from my lungs and eyes, as if he knew, and wanted to be the first thing I saw with cleared vision.
Right, I take it back. THIS is the most beautiful thing you've ever written.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I awoke when he returned, smelling of alcohol and silence. He tried once to lift me, and then gave up, sliding down to rest against my side. When I woke again, I was in bed in the clothes I’d been wearing the night before, and he was gone.
This image is so clear in my head, Draco slumped against the wall, Harry dropping before him and trying to lift him, to move him to the bed, because Draco's just on the floor and fell asleep there like he couldn't stand the thought of the bed. And not being able to. Yet not able to bring himself to be anywhere but at Draco's side.
To open them would be to see, truly, and I did not want to break before they broke me the next day.
That Draco spent that night, what could be the very last night, asking for what he thought Harry wanted...it just kills me. The trial. Oh Rerun, the trial. That Draco knows every little thing Harry does, every movement, every blink, every intake of breath. That Harry is his entire world, I just love that. And I picked out something new!
“Perhaps she only did it because Rodolphus is already dead.”
And then Blaise realizes, when he's testifying himself, that in essence, that's himself as well. Because Draco is well and truly dead to him, dead without Harry. That without Harry, it wouldn't matter at all what they did to Draco, because he'd already be broken inside.
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One of the best lines you've ever written. Really and truly.
He still fought, even though he had won, and I let him fight because his anger was warm and there was a chill reverberating in the air now that the war had ended.
Oh Draco. That he will stay through that, even though he thinks it won't change, and that the second it does he'll have lost it all, but he just stays anyway.
It was enough to be with him. I convinced myself every time I had that luxury.
GOD. Draco kills me in this, Rerun. He just needs Harry like air, more than air. Like he could do without everything so long as Harry is there with him.
I no longer knew what he was fighting for. But the fighting itself was necessary.
Oh Draco Draco Draco. He's fighting for you.
He moved inside me slowly the nights of my returns, as if he knew his touches were driving the haze from my lungs and eyes, as if he knew, and wanted to be the first thing I saw with cleared vision.
Right, I take it back. THIS is the most beautiful thing you've ever written.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I awoke when he returned, smelling of alcohol and silence. He tried once to lift me, and then gave up, sliding down to rest against my side. When I woke again, I was in bed in the clothes I’d been wearing the night before, and he was gone.
This image is so clear in my head, Draco slumped against the wall, Harry dropping before him and trying to lift him, to move him to the bed, because Draco's just on the floor and fell asleep there like he couldn't stand the thought of the bed. And not being able to. Yet not able to bring himself to be anywhere but at Draco's side.
To open them would be to see, truly, and I did not want to break before they broke me the next day.
That Draco spent that night, what could be the very last night, asking for what he thought Harry wanted...it just kills me. The trial. Oh Rerun, the trial. That Draco knows every little thing Harry does, every movement, every blink, every intake of breath. That Harry is his entire world, I just love that. And I picked out something new!
“Perhaps she only did it because Rodolphus is already dead.”
And then Blaise realizes, when he's testifying himself, that in essence, that's himself as well. Because Draco is well and truly dead to him, dead without Harry. That without Harry, it wouldn't matter at all what they did to Draco, because he'd already be broken inside.