Okay, I had to scratch an itch with this ficlet. Something that would not leave me alone today. Eh, needs work. Yes, probably too melodramatic. But I felt like being dysfunctional.
Title: Let It Go. (Um... I don't know. Doesn't really have a title, actually)
Author: me
Pairing: H/D, past H/T
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Psh, it'll take me longer to come up with a summary than it will for people to read it. It's short. Harry comes home, Draco has issues.
Disclaimer: Boys aren't mine. I just like to put them through shit.
ETA: Ooh, look at this pic that
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ETA2: The lovely Ms.
dacro wrote me some wonderful continuations to this fic. First, The Letter, and then Ready to Start Again. *adores*
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Watching Draco sleep reminded Harry of how silly their fights had become lately.
Draco was on the couch, tucked against the arm with a cotton blanket over his body. His mouth was half-open and Harry could hear him breathing. He touched Draco's cheek lightly with one finger and immediately regretted it. Better not to wake him.
But Draco's cheek was so soft. His skin was a little flushed, rosy. It reminded him of the roses in the trellis over his and Terry Boot's table at dinner. Terry had been so attentive, letting Harry rant, so sympathetic. Perhaps a little too attentive, but it had helped immensely, even through the guilt Harry felt about sharing his private life with someone other than Draco. But then, it was Terry, wasn't it? And Harry couldn't really rant to Draco about their own fights anyway. The dinner, the laughter, even the awkward hug at the end had been just what Harry needed.
Draco stirred, shifting onto his side. His eyes opened for a moment and closed again. For a breath's space Harry thought he'd fallen back to sleep. But then those eyes flickered again and Draco looked at him.
"Harry?" His voice was hoarse. Harry smiled faintly and settled back on the couch just behind Draco's bent knees. Draco turned, working his arm free of the blanket to push himself up. "You're home."
Harry nodded. Draco blinked owlishly at him and then glanced away. He tucked his knees up against his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He shook his head. Harry frowned and inched closer, but the blond didn't respond... at first. It startled Harry when Draco's head suddenly shot up. One hand jerked toward his and then pulled back.
"Harry, I'm sorry about the fight. Please. I didn't mean--" Draco stopped and closed his eyes. "Just... ah, fuck."
Harry blinked. He took a breath. "Are you still angry?"
"No."
Harry studied Draco's profile. The blond was looking at something on the carpet.
"I didn't think you'd be back tonight."
Harry frowned. "I wasn't that angry."
"No, I mean..." Draco sighed. "I thought you were going to stay. With him."
Something jumped in Harry's chest. He tried to force it down but in the end he couldn't help himself. It was a reaction he was familiar with, especially around Draco. Harry clenched his jaw. He couldn't look at the other man right then. "You think I'd do that."
Draco shrugged and Harry got angrier. He stood up quickly. Draco curled inward even further and Harry gritted his teeth. He shouldn't have woken Draco up. He should have just... Harry looked down at Draco, struggling to keep his voice calm. "That's why you waited up for me?"
Draco's chin was settled on his knees, voice muffled by the blanket. "I'd deserve it."
Whatever words Harry's anger was planning on sank out of reach, leaving him open-mouthed, standing over Draco. The blond's fingers clutched at the edge of the blanket where it dangled against his legs. Harry licked his lips and sat down slowly. "What?"
Draco grimaced and finally met Harry's gaze. His eyes were tired, red-rimmed. Harry almost reached out to touch his cheek, but stopped himself. Draco sighed heavily. "I wouldn't blame you. If you did. I know what he means to you."
Harry shook his head, trying to sort out the returning frustration from the concern. "Draco--"
"He's the one who took your virginity," Draco whispered. "I can't compete with that."
Harry stared at Draco for a long moment, then leaned forward and touched Draco's hand. The blond looked at him. "Draco, it isn't a competition. It's... How long have you been thinking like this?"
Draco didn't answer. Harry leaned in again, but the other man shook his head. "Just forget it, Harry. We fight all the time. I would understand."
"Draco, it was just dinner. I needed to get away. Talk. He's my friend and I thought--"
"He's better for you. I would deserve it anyway."
Harry felt too warm. He licked his lips. "Why are you saying all these things?"
Draco shrugged, settling his chin back on his knees. He closed his eyes tightly. His voice was very, very soft. "I didn't mean to get so drunk that time, Harry."
Harry's chest twinged. It was an old wound, one he hadn't felt in a long while. He sat quite still for what felt like an eternity, and then leaned forward and rubbed Draco's arms gently. "Draco, look at me. That was over two years ago."
Draco went on as if he'd never spoken. "It wasn't supposed to go that far, Harry. I didn't mean to-- I mean... You and I were fighting and I just--"
He stuttered into silence and a shiver shook his frame. Harry didn't wait for him to pull away this time; he crawled forward and gathered Draco into his arms. The blond went rigid at first, then swallowed audibly and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, I don't have any right to say this, but please don't-- I don't want you to lea-- I don't want to fight anymore."
A lot of things about the past week started clicking into place, faster than Harry could keep track. Draco's surprise at hearing of Terry Boot's return to London, his silence when Harry announced they were meeting for lunch. Last night when the sex between them had been almost... frenzied. Draco had rarely touched him like that, as if he were trying to climb inside him. And Harry was starting to think he hadn't been so wrong about the glistening in Draco's eyes that night. And then all the arguments, one after another. Harry stroked his back with one hand. "I thought we dealt with this a long time ago."
Draco didn't answer and Harry leaned back, trying to catch his eye. "When are you going to let it go?"
Draco shook his head and kept shaking it. "He wouldn't hurt you like that. And all we do is argue. Maybe--"
Harry cut him off. "Draco. I do not want him like that. I don't care if he was the boy I lost my virginity to, or my first boyfriend, or whatever. I'm with you. I choose to be with you. Even if he asked, I wouldn't say yes."
"Harry, I--"
Harry lifted Draco's chin. "That was one time, Draco. Once. We had our fights about it. It's over."
Draco's eyes got even sadder. Harry stroked his face with his fingers and tried to think. He knew it had been only the once. And he did trust Draco again. It had taken its sweet time coming back, but it had returned, eventually. Harry was sometimes still surprised by the vehemence of that trust. Maybe he needed it too much. Maybe Draco did. Harry had long sensed a new delicacy between them, a fragility that hadn't been there before. It was coddled by both of them, and it caused more sorrow -- and in the last year, more tenderness -- during their intimacy than Harry ever remembered having. But Draco had never let on that he still dwelt on what had happened until now.
"Draco," Harry said softly. "What do I have to say to get you to believe me?"
"Maybe I'm not the one for you, Harry." Draco swallowed again and fixed his eyes somewhere over Harry's shoulder. "Maybe that was just a first sign. What if I do it again?"
"You won't."
Draco nodded miserably. "I just... I don't deserve this, Harry. I don't. I've damn well proven that. You deserve better."
"Draco..." Harry was at a loss. He leaned his forehead against Draco's and breathed. "I don't want 'better'. I want you. You know that, you've always known that."
"Maybe you shouldn't want me, then."
"Draco, what's happened to you?"
Draco leaned back against the arm of the couch, staring up at the stucco ceiling. Harry had the sense that Draco was trying to figure out how to best say something. Maybe whether to say it at all. When Draco finally closed his eyes and gave a long sigh, Harry's heart sank. He'd thought this finished, he really had. Terry didn't even bring it up anymore, and that was an accomplishment. But for Draco it obviously had never been finished. Harry didn't know what he could do or say to put it to rest again.
He was thinking about just kissing Draco and driving the thoughts from his mind for an hour at least when the blond took a sharp breath and opened his eyes. He fumbled beneath the blanket and pulled something out in one hand. Harry squinted. It looked like folded parchment. Crumpled a bit.
Draco's resignation was in his voice. "He owled. Boot."
Harry took the parchment from Draco's fingers, squinting at his lover cautiously. "He did? About dinner tonight?"
Draco shook his head. "Yesterday."
Harry opened the letter, but even before the words could begin burning themselves into his mind like brands, Draco was speaking them in soft helpless tones.
"He told me I'd be lucky to see you again. I'd done enough damage and he wasn't going to let me do anymore. That you should be with him, and he would show me how fast you'd break away, given another option. You deserve better and I didn't have the right to... to say anything about it. And he's right. I've read it so many times. He's absolutely right."
Harry stared at the letter in his hand, at Terry's familiar script. His chest felt trapped in a vice. Suddenly he was more furious than he'd ever been. Terry's behavior at dinner, his questions about Draco in particular, made an abrupt, horrible sense to him. Harry crumpled the parchment in his fist.
"I can't believe-- That bastard," he hissed. "That fucking asshole! I never should have told him about--"
All of a sudden the parchment burst into flames in Harry's palm. He dropped it and jerked back, but it disintegrated before it hit the carpet. Harry became aware of a rattling noise and realized it was the windows. He took a deep breath and the rattling stopped.
Draco was not looking at him. He'd shut his eyes again, hunched against the side of the couch. He looked so weary, so small that Harry almost didn't recognize him as the same man who'd only just handed him the parchment. The words on Terry's letter ricocheted through his mind, beating at him, threatening a storm the likes of which Harry did not expect to be able to control. It frightened him. And Draco's pale face, his dead expression... frightened him more.
Harry leaned in and cupped Draco's chin in one hand. He kissed him, softly at first, until his eyes flickered open, then more deeply, easing his lips apart, tilting his head and stroking Draco's mouth with his tongue. Draco blinked rapidly and Harry felt his hand warm against his chest. He reached down and threaded his fingers with Draco's. Draco's body shook and he gasped into Harry's mouth, squeezing Harry's fingers tightly.
Harry pulled free long enough to situate himself behind Draco on the couch. The blond curled against him, still wrapped in the blanket, and Harry kissed him several times, chaste brushes of lips against Draco's.
"I forgive you." Soft kiss. "I don't want anyone else." Soft kiss. "Let it go." Soft. "I forgive you." Lips. "I forgive you." Lips.
"Harry," Draco whispered. Harry kissed him again.
"I forgive you, Draco." Deeper. "I forgive you." Longer. "Let it go." Hold on.
Draco's lips tasted salty, damp. "I don't know if I can."
Harry shook his head, and met his mouth again, and didn't speak.
Title: Let It Go. (Um... I don't know. Doesn't really have a title, actually)
Author: me
Pairing: H/D, past H/T
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Psh, it'll take me longer to come up with a summary than it will for people to read it. It's short. Harry comes home, Draco has issues.
Disclaimer: Boys aren't mine. I just like to put them through shit.
ETA: Ooh, look at this pic that
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ETA2: The lovely Ms.
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Watching Draco sleep reminded Harry of how silly their fights had become lately.
Draco was on the couch, tucked against the arm with a cotton blanket over his body. His mouth was half-open and Harry could hear him breathing. He touched Draco's cheek lightly with one finger and immediately regretted it. Better not to wake him.
But Draco's cheek was so soft. His skin was a little flushed, rosy. It reminded him of the roses in the trellis over his and Terry Boot's table at dinner. Terry had been so attentive, letting Harry rant, so sympathetic. Perhaps a little too attentive, but it had helped immensely, even through the guilt Harry felt about sharing his private life with someone other than Draco. But then, it was Terry, wasn't it? And Harry couldn't really rant to Draco about their own fights anyway. The dinner, the laughter, even the awkward hug at the end had been just what Harry needed.
Draco stirred, shifting onto his side. His eyes opened for a moment and closed again. For a breath's space Harry thought he'd fallen back to sleep. But then those eyes flickered again and Draco looked at him.
"Harry?" His voice was hoarse. Harry smiled faintly and settled back on the couch just behind Draco's bent knees. Draco turned, working his arm free of the blanket to push himself up. "You're home."
Harry nodded. Draco blinked owlishly at him and then glanced away. He tucked his knees up against his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He shook his head. Harry frowned and inched closer, but the blond didn't respond... at first. It startled Harry when Draco's head suddenly shot up. One hand jerked toward his and then pulled back.
"Harry, I'm sorry about the fight. Please. I didn't mean--" Draco stopped and closed his eyes. "Just... ah, fuck."
Harry blinked. He took a breath. "Are you still angry?"
"No."
Harry studied Draco's profile. The blond was looking at something on the carpet.
"I didn't think you'd be back tonight."
Harry frowned. "I wasn't that angry."
"No, I mean..." Draco sighed. "I thought you were going to stay. With him."
Something jumped in Harry's chest. He tried to force it down but in the end he couldn't help himself. It was a reaction he was familiar with, especially around Draco. Harry clenched his jaw. He couldn't look at the other man right then. "You think I'd do that."
Draco shrugged and Harry got angrier. He stood up quickly. Draco curled inward even further and Harry gritted his teeth. He shouldn't have woken Draco up. He should have just... Harry looked down at Draco, struggling to keep his voice calm. "That's why you waited up for me?"
Draco's chin was settled on his knees, voice muffled by the blanket. "I'd deserve it."
Whatever words Harry's anger was planning on sank out of reach, leaving him open-mouthed, standing over Draco. The blond's fingers clutched at the edge of the blanket where it dangled against his legs. Harry licked his lips and sat down slowly. "What?"
Draco grimaced and finally met Harry's gaze. His eyes were tired, red-rimmed. Harry almost reached out to touch his cheek, but stopped himself. Draco sighed heavily. "I wouldn't blame you. If you did. I know what he means to you."
Harry shook his head, trying to sort out the returning frustration from the concern. "Draco--"
"He's the one who took your virginity," Draco whispered. "I can't compete with that."
Harry stared at Draco for a long moment, then leaned forward and touched Draco's hand. The blond looked at him. "Draco, it isn't a competition. It's... How long have you been thinking like this?"
Draco didn't answer. Harry leaned in again, but the other man shook his head. "Just forget it, Harry. We fight all the time. I would understand."
"Draco, it was just dinner. I needed to get away. Talk. He's my friend and I thought--"
"He's better for you. I would deserve it anyway."
Harry felt too warm. He licked his lips. "Why are you saying all these things?"
Draco shrugged, settling his chin back on his knees. He closed his eyes tightly. His voice was very, very soft. "I didn't mean to get so drunk that time, Harry."
Harry's chest twinged. It was an old wound, one he hadn't felt in a long while. He sat quite still for what felt like an eternity, and then leaned forward and rubbed Draco's arms gently. "Draco, look at me. That was over two years ago."
Draco went on as if he'd never spoken. "It wasn't supposed to go that far, Harry. I didn't mean to-- I mean... You and I were fighting and I just--"
He stuttered into silence and a shiver shook his frame. Harry didn't wait for him to pull away this time; he crawled forward and gathered Draco into his arms. The blond went rigid at first, then swallowed audibly and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, I don't have any right to say this, but please don't-- I don't want you to lea-- I don't want to fight anymore."
A lot of things about the past week started clicking into place, faster than Harry could keep track. Draco's surprise at hearing of Terry Boot's return to London, his silence when Harry announced they were meeting for lunch. Last night when the sex between them had been almost... frenzied. Draco had rarely touched him like that, as if he were trying to climb inside him. And Harry was starting to think he hadn't been so wrong about the glistening in Draco's eyes that night. And then all the arguments, one after another. Harry stroked his back with one hand. "I thought we dealt with this a long time ago."
Draco didn't answer and Harry leaned back, trying to catch his eye. "When are you going to let it go?"
Draco shook his head and kept shaking it. "He wouldn't hurt you like that. And all we do is argue. Maybe--"
Harry cut him off. "Draco. I do not want him like that. I don't care if he was the boy I lost my virginity to, or my first boyfriend, or whatever. I'm with you. I choose to be with you. Even if he asked, I wouldn't say yes."
"Harry, I--"
Harry lifted Draco's chin. "That was one time, Draco. Once. We had our fights about it. It's over."
Draco's eyes got even sadder. Harry stroked his face with his fingers and tried to think. He knew it had been only the once. And he did trust Draco again. It had taken its sweet time coming back, but it had returned, eventually. Harry was sometimes still surprised by the vehemence of that trust. Maybe he needed it too much. Maybe Draco did. Harry had long sensed a new delicacy between them, a fragility that hadn't been there before. It was coddled by both of them, and it caused more sorrow -- and in the last year, more tenderness -- during their intimacy than Harry ever remembered having. But Draco had never let on that he still dwelt on what had happened until now.
"Draco," Harry said softly. "What do I have to say to get you to believe me?"
"Maybe I'm not the one for you, Harry." Draco swallowed again and fixed his eyes somewhere over Harry's shoulder. "Maybe that was just a first sign. What if I do it again?"
"You won't."
Draco nodded miserably. "I just... I don't deserve this, Harry. I don't. I've damn well proven that. You deserve better."
"Draco..." Harry was at a loss. He leaned his forehead against Draco's and breathed. "I don't want 'better'. I want you. You know that, you've always known that."
"Maybe you shouldn't want me, then."
"Draco, what's happened to you?"
Draco leaned back against the arm of the couch, staring up at the stucco ceiling. Harry had the sense that Draco was trying to figure out how to best say something. Maybe whether to say it at all. When Draco finally closed his eyes and gave a long sigh, Harry's heart sank. He'd thought this finished, he really had. Terry didn't even bring it up anymore, and that was an accomplishment. But for Draco it obviously had never been finished. Harry didn't know what he could do or say to put it to rest again.
He was thinking about just kissing Draco and driving the thoughts from his mind for an hour at least when the blond took a sharp breath and opened his eyes. He fumbled beneath the blanket and pulled something out in one hand. Harry squinted. It looked like folded parchment. Crumpled a bit.
Draco's resignation was in his voice. "He owled. Boot."
Harry took the parchment from Draco's fingers, squinting at his lover cautiously. "He did? About dinner tonight?"
Draco shook his head. "Yesterday."
Harry opened the letter, but even before the words could begin burning themselves into his mind like brands, Draco was speaking them in soft helpless tones.
"He told me I'd be lucky to see you again. I'd done enough damage and he wasn't going to let me do anymore. That you should be with him, and he would show me how fast you'd break away, given another option. You deserve better and I didn't have the right to... to say anything about it. And he's right. I've read it so many times. He's absolutely right."
Harry stared at the letter in his hand, at Terry's familiar script. His chest felt trapped in a vice. Suddenly he was more furious than he'd ever been. Terry's behavior at dinner, his questions about Draco in particular, made an abrupt, horrible sense to him. Harry crumpled the parchment in his fist.
"I can't believe-- That bastard," he hissed. "That fucking asshole! I never should have told him about--"
All of a sudden the parchment burst into flames in Harry's palm. He dropped it and jerked back, but it disintegrated before it hit the carpet. Harry became aware of a rattling noise and realized it was the windows. He took a deep breath and the rattling stopped.
Draco was not looking at him. He'd shut his eyes again, hunched against the side of the couch. He looked so weary, so small that Harry almost didn't recognize him as the same man who'd only just handed him the parchment. The words on Terry's letter ricocheted through his mind, beating at him, threatening a storm the likes of which Harry did not expect to be able to control. It frightened him. And Draco's pale face, his dead expression... frightened him more.
Harry leaned in and cupped Draco's chin in one hand. He kissed him, softly at first, until his eyes flickered open, then more deeply, easing his lips apart, tilting his head and stroking Draco's mouth with his tongue. Draco blinked rapidly and Harry felt his hand warm against his chest. He reached down and threaded his fingers with Draco's. Draco's body shook and he gasped into Harry's mouth, squeezing Harry's fingers tightly.
Harry pulled free long enough to situate himself behind Draco on the couch. The blond curled against him, still wrapped in the blanket, and Harry kissed him several times, chaste brushes of lips against Draco's.
"I forgive you." Soft kiss. "I don't want anyone else." Soft kiss. "Let it go." Soft. "I forgive you." Lips. "I forgive you." Lips.
"Harry," Draco whispered. Harry kissed him again.
"I forgive you, Draco." Deeper. "I forgive you." Longer. "Let it go." Hold on.
Draco's lips tasted salty, damp. "I don't know if I can."
Harry shook his head, and met his mouth again, and didn't speak.
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Date: 2005-04-30 04:13 pm (UTC)From:*kicks Terry*
Beautiful, sad, hopeful, and fluffy all at the same time. I love your H/D, I really do.
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-04-30 04:27 pm (UTC)From:*kicks Terry too* He was kind of an asshole, wasn't he?
Thank you so much, sweets! Ahhh, you thought it was fluffy! *loves* Heh, I must admit, my interpretation of fluff often is full of sad stuff... Thank you for reading! *glomps*
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Date: 2005-04-30 04:31 pm (UTC)From:but it did!!!
Hooray!!
All hail you
that was so sweet and sad =) there should be a prequel....with draco cheating and stuff....and them getting back together and having sex
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cough
holding hands and saying i love you
yes thats it
Stupid Terry Boot O_o How dare he be so bitchy? try and break up the super couple....
la la la have i told you your a genius lately? well you are
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Date: 2005-04-30 04:34 pm (UTC)From:i mean..
cough
holding hands and saying i love you
HAHAHAHA! Wouldn't you like to be a fly on the wall of THEIR bedroom? ^___^
Thank you, love! Yeah, terry Boot gets sporked for trying to mess up Teh H/D Perfection. Or... Imperfection in this case.
*blush* I am not a genius. *snogs*
Thank you for reading, and for this adorably sweet comment. *kiss*
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Date: 2005-04-30 04:38 pm (UTC)From:it's hard to witness draco doubting himself like that, but i can see it happening, esp. given the backstory of draco cheating on harry, and that letter from terry that probably spoke to all of draco's worst fears. harry's reaction gets to me as well, the way he desperately wants to comfort draco and take his doubts away.
i also like how many things are only hinted at, yet emerge very clearly. most of all, i like the sense of hope at the end. i don't know if you meant it to be read that way, but that's how i choose to read it :)
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Date: 2005-04-30 04:45 pm (UTC)From:I think it's definitely hopeful. I was tempted for a total of two seconds to solve everything and give them both lovey-doveys. But that is sort of silly and very unrealistic. But Harry has forgiven him, for sure, and Draco is mainly trying to forgive himself, as you so astutely picked out. I often think that's the hardest aprt of betrayal... even after the betrayed party has let it go, you can't lay it to rest for yourself.
Haha, thanks for syaing it's not melodramatic. I was mostly alluding to the letter from Terry. I have been craving fics lately where the H/D is threatened by someone outside the relationship (a past lover, an insecurity about someone) and then the boys prove themselves to one another, that there was no reason to worry. You know what I mean? I love those kinds of fics, but I think sometimes they can be over the top.
I'm so glad you liked it. It just wouldn't shut up, and I feel like I need to post fic again before I get into my WIPs with a vengeance. Thank you for this. *kiss*
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Date: 2005-04-30 05:07 pm (UTC)From:Hahaha! I LOVE YOU! Oh, yay, I was having trouble getting the right amount of clues versus info in there... It can be read harmlessly until you see Terry's letter, and then it all blows up in Harry's face. Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!! *kiss*
*blush* Oh, SO not a goddess! But thank you for saying so. *snogs*
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Date: 2005-04-30 05:20 pm (UTC)From:u pwn. *HUG*
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Date: 2005-05-01 09:46 am (UTC)From:What does "pwn" mean? I know it could be a typo, but this is actually the second time in two days that I have come across it, and as I am not so knowledgeable with some fandom terms, I thought I'd ask.
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Date: 2005-05-01 09:50 am (UTC)From:Thank you for reading! Hahaha, I love your comment.
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Date: 2005-04-30 06:25 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-01 09:54 am (UTC)From:Thank you for saying these things, Tip. Realism is something I pray for when I write, and I feel this one suffers from deus ex machina, and some other rather selfish things on my part... I really wanted a betrayal/redemption fic. Someone bad to come between the boys. *sigh*
How are you doing? I feel I have not talked to you in a long time. Work is keeping me mightily busy. How do you manage it, babe? *feels tired all the time*
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Date: 2005-04-30 06:50 pm (UTC)From:And, oh my goodness, the part where Harry got angry at Draco for thinking he would leave was just perfect. They always keep missing each other don’t they? I really wanted to smack Harry for a minute there, with Draco curling in on himself like that, but then he realized what was going on so I refrained.
Grrrr, Terry. Terry sucks. But he didn’t get Harry, so HA!
Beautiful ficlet. I enjoyed it very much. :)
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Date: 2005-05-01 09:58 am (UTC)From:Oh, they totally miss each other half the time. That's what makes H/D so fun, in my opinion. Lack of communication and all... But you know, to me, Draco's comment here would hurt if I were the other half of this relationship, especially taking into account what Draco had done in the past, how hard they've worked to put it behind them, how hard Harry's worked... I felt Harry would take it a little more than personally. To find out that maybe your lover doesn't trust you would hurt. But it's a good thing Harry stuck around because Draco was only getting to why he thought so with that comment, and it wasn't about Harry at all.
Heh, couldn't give Harry to Terry. Guy's a conceited arse. ^_~
Thank you for this comment! I love you for what you've written here. *kiss*
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Date: 2005-04-30 07:46 pm (UTC)From:*cracks up* This is your version of a drabble! Hahaha! I love this. It's just so real. I can't get over the fact that anytime I read your fics it just stirs my emotions. I enjoy reading your wonderful writing sweets.
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-05-01 10:00 am (UTC)From:I can't get over the fact that anytime I read your fics it just stirs my emotions.
That is such a nice thing to say, love. *glomps and never lets go* Thank you so much.
And your icon MADE MY MORNING. Oh man, I was picturing Harry and Draco on the couch, with Draco all curled up against Harry and then I saw your icon and... *falls over with happiness* Who are those guys?
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Date: 2005-04-30 08:16 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-01 10:02 am (UTC)From:Thanks for reading it, muffin nose.
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Date: 2005-04-30 08:23 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-01 10:03 am (UTC)From:Thank you, luv. *kiss*
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Date: 2005-04-30 09:33 pm (UTC)From:*kicks Terry* sly bastard.
*loves*
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Date: 2005-05-01 10:07 am (UTC)From:That is such a nice thing for me to hear. Thank you so much. I love you for saying that... makes me feel really good about my writing to know I am getting your idea of the characters.
Yes, let's kick Terry all together now. Everyone else seems to want to. ^_^
*kiss*
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Date: 2005-05-01 07:39 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-01 10:09 am (UTC)From:I love your icon. It's mesmerizing.
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Date: 2005-05-01 10:40 am (UTC)From:Anyway, it was beautiful. I was wary about reading it and I put it off because I didn't think I was in the mood for this kind of a thing this week. But I read it, and I loved it, and it didn't make me unhappy or angsty. It was just beautiful. I loved how cracked Draco was under the weight of guilt. Very beautiful.
(Oh, and by the way, I've finally made it to legal age in the fandom. Well, a few weeks ago, but, yeah, legally able to read NC-17!)
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Date: 2005-05-01 11:03 am (UTC)From:Thank you so much, sweets! Hehe, yeah, dysfunctional doesn't necessarily mean unhappy to me... Just... dysfunctional. And I love that you enjoyed Draco in this. I like to push him to his limits. He's a very interesting character emotionally. Thank so much for reading and for this lovely review. *glomps Teh Noo Sebbenteen Yeer Old*
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Date: 2005-05-01 02:43 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-01 02:46 pm (UTC)From:Wahoo, the pumps in your icon are wonderful!
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Date: 2005-05-02 10:13 pm (UTC)From:oh, yes. That snap, that instant pain. Perfectly crafted, and yet so real. I don't swear very often, but...FUCKIN TERRY! Man, I wasn't happy with him at all! Crushing poor fragile Draco the way he did. Sweet, comforting and yet firestarting!Harry. He was beautiful to watch.
Sorry it's taken me a few days to read this. Amazing work, love.
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Date: 2005-05-04 07:49 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for the love here. And for hating Terry. And for liking the fire! Oh god, I love you for noticing. Harry got out of control... *loves*
You are the best, love. I miss chatting with you and I'm sorry.
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Date: 2005-05-03 12:48 pm (UTC)From:There should be a sequel in which Harry accidentally blows Terry's head up...
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Date: 2005-05-03 06:57 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much for reading! I'm glad you liked it. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:14 am (UTC)From:THAT BASTARD!!!! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?????? MAKING MY DRACO ALL HELPLESS AND HOPELESS LIKE THAT??!!! AAAAAAARRRGH.
I love Harry. Thank goodness for that man. H/D is LOVE.
And i love Ru too. Like, WOAH.
:)
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Date: 2005-05-04 06:47 pm (UTC)From:Haha, thank you, dearest! *leaps away from vengeful Charmed* Ooh, Terry better look out. He's got a lot of people mad at him nowadays... ^_^
Thanks for reading! I adore you.
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Date: 2005-05-04 11:39 am (UTC)From:Yeah, right. :-D
"Harry comes home, Draco has issues" that's short. What you wrote was one of the most well crafted short stories ever. Ah, the power of good dialog. I just love dysfunctional R-ster! yay! I loved it.
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Date: 2005-05-04 06:54 pm (UTC)From:*deep breath* You, my partner in writing, the one who has been my backbone through a year of CW, the person who betas for me, someone who understands writing in general as well as its little intricacies... you have given me the most meaningful compliment ever. Thank you so much. It means a lot coming from you, Fire. *hugs wordlessly*
*likes being dysfunctional too* ^__^
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Date: 2005-05-05 05:43 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 06:22 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-23 06:46 am (UTC)From:Oh god, sweetie. This is so achingly beautiful. My heart is breaking for both of them.
Thank you for posting this touching story. :)
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Date: 2005-05-23 07:18 pm (UTC)From:*pats head* Sorry, love. But I'm glad you liked it. I had a yen for a fic about someone coming between the boys, and then I have never written Draco as the cheating sort, so that was interesting as well. Thanks for reading. *kiss*
How goes the play, Madame Actress?
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Date: 2006-04-17 10:04 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-04-18 03:19 pm (UTC)From:Please, please do write more on these themes!
Funny; you are about to get your wish. Maybe tonight, or tomorrow, I am going to post something on this theme. It's a sequel of sorts, not to this fic, but to Downpour.
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Date: 2006-04-20 04:53 am (UTC)From:Heavenly, M.
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Date: 2006-04-25 10:50 am (UTC)From: