Very cool to see angsty, "adult" H/D from you! :) I really liked the setup, Harry's general dishevelment, the way a few weeks of bliss haunt him so many years later. Some nice details on his general sense of failure and wallowing and missed opportunities (esp. the Ginny thing -- To this day, the thought of Ginny pegging him gave him the cold shivers. And Harry groping Draco through his pants, and noticing his reactions, was quite hot.
I found myself projecting some things onto the story as I read -- first that it might be Harry's fantasy all the way through, which would work with the mood and tone. But second, even more, that it worked as meta or commentary about the state of H/D -- the sense of lateness, nostalgia for something amazing and never-matched, maybe even an unhealthy clinging to the past. All these years later, and hell if Malfoy hadn't remained the best fuck of Harry's life; the nastiest, the most intense, the only one who made him hard enough to cut glass. Also some of the amused commentary about how inexplicable and unmotivated things sometimes were: He thought vaguely it had something to do with chocolate and strawberries and things, but the evidence had clearly been confiscated and he was rather lost, all in all . . . '"Er... mind reminding me what are we doing here?'" And a diagnosis of some of fanon!Harry's shortcomings: "I... don't really woo. Much."
Well, like I said, those are my projections, so pour me a cupful of salt. But it was fun to read this and fun to think about. Great to see the true H/D flame still buring defiantly. :)
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Date: 2007-02-15 06:14 am (UTC)I found myself projecting some things onto the story as I read -- first that it might be Harry's fantasy all the way through, which would work with the mood and tone. But second, even more, that it worked as meta or commentary about the state of H/D -- the sense of lateness, nostalgia for something amazing and never-matched, maybe even an unhealthy clinging to the past. All these years later, and hell if Malfoy hadn't remained the best fuck of Harry's life; the nastiest, the most intense, the only one who made him hard enough to cut glass. Also some of the amused commentary about how inexplicable and unmotivated things sometimes were: He thought vaguely it had something to do with chocolate and strawberries and things, but the evidence had clearly been confiscated and he was rather lost, all in all . . . '"Er... mind reminding me what are we doing here?'" And a diagnosis of some of fanon!Harry's shortcomings: "I... don't really woo. Much."
Well, like I said, those are my projections, so pour me a cupful of salt. But it was fun to read this and fun to think about. Great to see the true H/D flame still buring defiantly. :)