[fairy tales]

[reenka]

Hello, world.

simmysim's H/D comic pretty much explains why I've been head-over-heels for this pairing for years now, have done scary fangirly slightly disturbing things in its name, and to this day keep that CoS H&D promo shot next to my bed to wake up to. Yes. This is it, the ultimate expression of H/D lurve at its purest concentrated form :D :D :D HEEEEE!!

It is cute because it is canon truth :P
...Except that last part. Oops.
But it is still why I ship H/D. Because the day Draco stops obsessing with Harry (and/or learns self-control) is the day all the wind goes out of my sails, man.

It goes like this:

    There was this 11 year-old spoiled rich boy who became scarily obsessed with another boy his age, famous and cool and shabby and messy and stubborn, who snubbed him. This cut the first boy to the quick, because nobody but nobody snubbed him without his permission. And he never gave his permission. After said snubbing, the boy decided that he would win no matter what; no matter how long it took, or how much the other boy ignored him or beat his arse. It was of the uttermost importance that the other boy know just how much he missed out on by having his life made as blisteringly inconvenient as possible.

The spoiled rich boy grew older and meaner, but he still lost all his composure and most of his wits when confronted by the messy dorky boy, who was entirely too full of himself (he thought). Everyone thought he was so special, and that might possibly have been not too bad if the boy himself found him special too, but he didn't. He only paid attention to him when he insulted his friends or parents or dressed up like a Dementor, so he did. He did everything he could to be a pest, because that meant he mattered.

With time, the sulky messy boy paid even less attention to him, and the spoiled whiny brat became more resentful of his power and more desperate for the boy to just notice him already. He couldn't stand not being important, so he went further and further, until the boy had to wonder what the hell was going on and why this prat was still on his case like a stupendously bad thigh rash, seven years later.

So he told him something like, WHAT'S WITH YOU, MALFOY (all in caps, because the messy boy had issues he needed to work through), and the snobbish brat said, "YOU AREN'T, POTTER"-- and kissed him so hard he'd have to be stone cold not to sit up & notice. Ze end ♥
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PS. If only all mean was this cute. Woe. :((
    Ahh, life is beautiful once again <3<3<3 *happy sigh* It is good to be lame but happy.

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