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It's quite silly really, this love I have for a slightly (or, ridiculously, even) mad Harry. I know it's more common to see Draco written as the comedic little vaguely unhinged / completely ridiculous one, but I think it's so much more fun (or interesting, if we're talking serious types of unhinged) if it's Harry.
Honestly, I laughed so hard at this fic, in which Harry is obsessed with Malfoy's hair, Hermione and Ron are long-suffering, and plotting and ficuses happen. There is no part of that summary that I could ever dislike.
(Very long haired Malfoy isn't really my thing, so at first I tried to picture it a bit shorter than she describes, but then I realised that the image my brain was throwing up in response to the description as a whole was more a sort of crazy Square-Enix situation with impossibly shaped silver hair and broad shoulders, so then I thought JUST GO WITH IT.)
And look, while I'm here and talking about kooky Harrys, here's two of my favourites:
- The Benefits of Breakfast, by wonkyveela. Like the one above, it's G/PG, and silly. By way of summary, have the first few lines - they're all kinds of wonderful and express the key plot point (jam):
Long before he had figured out that his first class of the day was Double Potions, and before he remembered that he had forgotten to do his Charms essay, and before Ron and Hermione had gotten into their biggest and most ridiculous squabble ever, Harry had known that it was going to be a bad day.
"I’m sorry, what?" asked Hermione.
A very, very bad day.
"Strawberry." Harry repeated. "Out. Jam. Mine."
"Er - maybe you should try the grape?" Ron suggested.
Because Ron was his best friend, Harry was going to pretend he hadn’t just said that.
Bad. Bad day.
and
From Another Perspective by kabeyk. Which is, in the grand tradition of Kabeyk, far more explicit (NC17), and astoundingly well written. She's always funny, always insightful, always making the mundane seem like the most fascinating thing in the world, and has a gorgeous way of working language that always just fucking floors me. This is one of my favourites of her stories, and one of my all time favourite H/Ds. Seriously, I just re-read a bit, and lost all coherency for a few moments because al;jfasl;fj she just, fucking, brilliant, so bloody brilliantly written I can't even. READ IT.
Summary: A bit loopy after the war is over, Harry starts to wonder if maybe he's gay. And then Malfoy turns up.
(Also, her Malfoy in this fic? Possibly one of my favourites ever. THE IMAGERY. She's hit my white button up shirt; stubble; arrogant, petulant arsehole; pale skin with pale hair; and lounging around smoking kinks, some of which I don't even think I had before reading this fic. Dear god the imagery.)
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I'm in such a good mood right now. And the cat has moved on from purring while trying to bite me to trying to eat my dressing gown. She's surprisingly strong, but I think I can take her. Muha!