Fucking Hell.
So... I'm innocently reading my Drarry fanfic and then my fiance leans over and starts reading over my shoulder... aloud ... like an old sea captain. It was country, it was gruff, and it was just so, so weird.
Then he decided to go off script and improv'd "You may be the Boy Who Lived, but I'm the Boy Who Wants You."
Still as a cross between a sea captain and someone raised on a bayou.
