can you please now go write the next section where they get a hotel room and shag each other senseless?! please?! I heartily second that emotion!
Some of my favorite lines:
He was still a bit disconcerted at the fact that his supply of weed came from Neville Longbottom, but Draco had to give him credit, the man sure had a way with plants.
Strike up a conversation over the melons …” Draco raised an eyebrow and gave him a dubious smirk. Remus corrected himself with an exasperated snort. “Fine, wanker, over the bananas then …”
Draco called it The Day His Still Beating Heart Was Ripped From His Chest and Crushed To A Bloody Pulp Before Being Handed Back To Him, but that was too long for civil conversations.
He took a hit and leaned back on his elbows, eyes closed, allowing the enormous weight of his feelings to rise to the surface and shimmer around him like a second skin.
"Did he take ... did he go with ..." Draco faltered, unable to complete his train of thought. "He went alone, Draco."
Stupid Americans really do live in a myopic bubble of self importance, he mused.
"Did you break up with Thomas?" he blurted. Smooth, Malfoy. Draco felt his cheeks redden and took another hefty swig of beer. "Um, yeah, I did. Did you Apparate across the Atlantic Ocean and the entire continent of North America just to ask me that?"
"Sounds like someone is taking a crash course in the patented Harry Potter School of Idiot Speak."
“Ok, well, maybe not, but it sounded better than ‘Draco Malfoy, Lazy Rich Kid and Burnout Extraordinaire.”
"Did I figure it all out too late, Harry?" Draco whispered, his voice ragged with emotion. "No, Draco. Someone once told me ‘it’s never too late’."
Thank you so much, an I'm glad to see I'm not the only one that pulls their favorite lines out of fics! LOL I tinkered with this one for what seemed like ever, so I'm glad it all worked out, made sense, and that it was funny and sweet, not intense and angsty, like the other stuff that seems to come out of me most of the time.
Okay, everyone close your eyes, and imagine them going back to Harry's hotel room. Commence smut.
AAARRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!! I suspect this means I should not expect a sequel. *sobs* It's just that you write the non-smut so well; I know your smut would be wonderful as well. Thanks for writing back! *goes off to look for your other fics (although I will be wary, since I am a fluff-lover)*
I heartily second that emotion!
Some of my favorite lines:
He was still a bit disconcerted at the fact that his supply of weed came from Neville Longbottom, but Draco had to give him credit, the man sure had a way with plants.
Strike up a conversation over the melons …”
Draco raised an eyebrow and gave him a dubious smirk. Remus corrected himself with an exasperated snort. “Fine, wanker, over the bananas then …”
Draco called it The Day His Still Beating Heart Was Ripped From His Chest and Crushed To A Bloody Pulp Before Being Handed Back To Him, but that was too long for civil conversations.
He took a hit and leaned back on his elbows, eyes closed, allowing the enormous weight of his feelings to rise to the surface and shimmer around him like a second skin.
"Did he take ... did he go with ..." Draco faltered, unable to complete his train of thought.
"He went alone, Draco."
Stupid Americans really do live in a myopic bubble of self importance, he mused.
"Did you break up with Thomas?" he blurted. Smooth, Malfoy. Draco felt his cheeks redden and took another hefty swig of beer.
"Um, yeah, I did. Did you Apparate across the Atlantic Ocean and the entire continent of North America just to ask me that?"
"Sounds like someone is taking a crash course in the patented Harry Potter School of Idiot Speak."
“Ok, well, maybe not, but it sounded better than ‘Draco Malfoy, Lazy Rich Kid and Burnout Extraordinaire.”
"Did I figure it all out too late, Harry?" Draco whispered, his voice ragged with emotion.
"No, Draco. Someone once told me ‘it’s never too late’."
The whole fic is just so funny and sweet.
On the the shagging (pretty please).)
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Thank you so much, an I'm glad to see I'm not the only one that pulls their favorite lines out of fics! LOL I tinkered with this one for what seemed like ever, so I'm glad it all worked out, made sense, and that it was funny and sweet, not intense and angsty, like the other stuff that seems to come out of me most of the time.
Okay, everyone close your eyes, and imagine them going back to Harry's hotel room. Commence smut.
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I suspect this means I should not expect a sequel.
*sobs*
It's just that you write the non-smut so well; I know your smut would be wonderful as well.
Thanks for writing back!
*goes off to look for your other fics (although I will be wary, since I am a fluff-lover)*
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Oh, and most of it is still fluffy, by the end. Just avoid Significance. Right.
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