WHAT. I can't believe you've had this up your sleeve since last year SMDH. And I can't thank you enough for pulling it out and making it into this glorious dirtyhotwrong birthday fic, which has of course left me in no proper shape to comment, but I shall try to prevail over my feels enough to make words.
I went all heart-eyes over your setup. I adore CC in all its ridiculous ficlike glory, so of course I love the idea of a grudging, sniping friendship between Harry and Draco (you know Draco only drinks mead under duress), and I REALLY love the idea of Draco's manor getting wrecked by Potters and Weasleys because his fool son had to go and be BFFs with one of them LMAO.
But then, um... whew... that ended up working to his benefit and OMG, Daye, just stop already. Stop! Everyone is going to know all the filthy contents of my id, hahaha! (Don't stop, never stop.)
She didn’t know that Draco was entirely unlike her father’s other friends in that regards.
Had to pause and just savor that for a minute because yes yes yes. But then you go and humanize him with the reference to Astoria, ahhh. I live for this, a canonically lousy Draco who's still human, who still pulls my heartstrings in spite of his less-than-noble behavior, even more so as an older man who's grown into all that lousiness in new and formidable ways.
Oh man, this poor girl didn't stand a chance.
And then you do the talking thing. I can't.
I think accidental cleavage might be a new kink of mine, wow.
The talking thing. Daye. Are you trying to kill me here.
There's this sort of psychologist/patient vibe here that makes this even dirtier, like how is it even possible for it to be dirtier? And yet.
From there, I was completely under your spell, so I'm sure you'll forgive me if I fall slack on the play-by-play, but suffice it to say, you had me hearing every word and seeing every visual, and oh my, the visuals. Draco's POV giving me life.
Draco reached out and slapped the back of her hand.
I literally yelped, too.
What a gloriously debauched turning of the tables. Oh man, Draco didn't just take the gloves off, he tore them off and threw them down and kicked them clear to Australia, didn't he? I'm mush. I'll take Lily's drink for her. And the ending, the ending!! That last glance at the photo frame! MY FEELS. How can it be so filthy and give me so many feels? It feels like a first for both of them, a real initiation into something more to come, which elevates it far beyond PWP in my eyes.
Sigh. You are the best, Daye. The absolute best to give me this for my birthday. I will cherish it many, many times over, I am sure. Thank you!!!!
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Date: 2020-06-01 12:33 pm (UTC)I went all heart-eyes over your setup. I adore CC in all its ridiculous ficlike glory, so of course I love the idea of a grudging, sniping friendship between Harry and Draco (you know Draco only drinks mead under duress), and I REALLY love the idea of Draco's manor getting wrecked by Potters and Weasleys because his fool son had to go and be BFFs with one of them LMAO.
But then, um... whew... that ended up working to his benefit and OMG, Daye, just stop already. Stop! Everyone is going to know all the filthy contents of my id, hahaha! (Don't stop, never stop.)
She didn’t know that Draco was entirely unlike her father’s other friends in that regards.
Had to pause and just savor that for a minute because yes yes yes. But then you go and humanize him with the reference to Astoria, ahhh. I live for this, a canonically lousy Draco who's still human, who still pulls my heartstrings in spite of his less-than-noble behavior, even more so as an older man who's grown into all that lousiness in new and formidable ways.
Oh man, this poor girl didn't stand a chance.
And then you do the talking thing. I can't.
I think accidental cleavage might be a new kink of mine, wow.
The talking thing. Daye. Are you trying to kill me here.
There's this sort of psychologist/patient vibe here that makes this even dirtier, like how is it even possible for it to be dirtier? And yet.
From there, I was completely under your spell, so I'm sure you'll forgive me if I fall slack on the play-by-play, but suffice it to say, you had me hearing every word and seeing every visual, and oh my, the visuals. Draco's POV giving me life.
Draco reached out and slapped the back of her hand.
I literally yelped, too.
What a gloriously debauched turning of the tables. Oh man, Draco didn't just take the gloves off, he tore them off and threw them down and kicked them clear to Australia, didn't he? I'm mush. I'll take Lily's drink for her. And the ending, the ending!! That last glance at the photo frame! MY FEELS. How can it be so filthy and give me so many feels? It feels like a first for both of them, a real initiation into something more to come, which elevates it far beyond PWP in my eyes.
Sigh. You are the best, Daye. The absolute best to give me this for my birthday. I will cherish it many, many times over, I am sure. Thank you!!!!