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And part 3


  Before the Rumblings of the Storm Part 3

 

The phrase was simple, the wand movement easy to do. Harry waited and watched as Malfoy’s parents kissed their son.

“It is not good bye,” Narcissa said firmly. “I have faith in the both of you.” She turned to him, her expression set. “Consider your debt to me repaid. You will be a welcome addition to our family.”

Oh god, and that was something he hadn’t even considered. “…Thank you, Mrs Malfoy,” he stammered. “I will do everything I can.”

“Certainly, Mr Potter.” Lucius touched his son’s hair and drew back. “It seems your destiny was always entwined with ours, and now you will be our most beloved son in law.” The smile that accompanied these honeyed words did not comfort him. He watched them glide out the door with a frown.

“Fear not, Potter,” Malfoy interjected sardonically. “Thanks to you, father is defanged, and surprisingly content to be so. He has found he prefers political intrigue and private dabbling in the more…esoteric…of magic, to servitude.”

“Well that’s a relief,” he muttered. He shuffled awkwardly. “Let’s do this,” he said firmly enough. “We don’t have much time.”

Malfoy hesitated. “Wait. Let’s sit on the bed. I don’t want us to fall and crack our brains open.”

“…Okay.” He followed the blond onto the bed and they sat facing each other, close enough to join hands. “Alright. Let’s go.”

His companion nodded, his face flushed, body trembling. Harry sucked in a deep breath and said the words.

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He opened his mind to murky chaos. This was nothing like viewing a pensive memory, with a fall and a stroll. This was thrashing around submerged in an ocean, no pole to orientate to, no solidity to stand on. Impressions, jumbles of words, half-phrases, images, snippets of scenes, all supported in a pervasive, gelatinous matrix of chaotic emotion.  Draco’s mind was struggling against the initial violation as was his, and he could feel his magic gushing out uncontrollably, mixing with a flood of magic not his yet not strange. This was Draco, and he knew Draco. It seemed best to ride out this initial confusion and trust that it would settle enough for him to find some way forward, a thread to grasp. 

It seemed logical to try and grasp an early memory and follow down the expected timeline, and when he found a flash of a small broom and a manor room, he snatched at it eagerly. [House elves, many toys, parents so big and beautiful. Cupboard, Loud red fat face mustache yelling smacking pain.  Flying, lessons, straight back, etiquette. Darkness, frying pan, eggs and bacon, hungry, lonely. Manor stairs, junior potions book, dinner parties, tinkling laughter, boredom. Housework, resentment, Dudley pointing his finger, weariness.] In his eagerness, he had forgotten that Malfoy could snatch back.   He wasn’t embarrassed about the memories, exactly, and it was satisfying to know that Malfoy would never again claim he’d had a cossetted, spoilt childhood, but this was uncomfortable. He could feel a flood of disbelief and a discomfort different to his own and decided to move on.

 [Madam Malkins, small, scruffy boy with pretty eyes. Want to impress. Small, pointy blond boy, intimidating. Train. Red head. Weasley. Insults. Enmity.] The thoughts flickered back and forth, the same but from different perspectives. But they were meeting, their minds starting to get the hang of being enmeshed. Malfoy had been nervous, he realized with astonishment. As inexperienced as him in making friends, and brought up to believe he was superior. Trying to impress him.

You didn’t know? This was Malfoy of the present day. You didn’t know

I was intimidated by you. You were like Dudley.

Yes, I see.

Ron. You were your mother’s little dragon. The insult stung.

He could feel Malfoy flinch, both in his mind and physically.

Move on, let’s move on.

There was more, more from Malfoy; Snape, praising him. Dueling with him in second year. Slytherin common room politics, Slytherin one-upmanship, lessons, holidays seeking his father’s praise, all saturated with Potter, Potter, I hate you, Potter and all the while wondering if anyone really liked him. 

Snape liked you. He cared about you.

You didn’t.

I didn’t see the real you. Only what you showed me, he retorted.

And honestly, there were things not to like. He had been spiteful, he had been immature. In the beginning, his pureblood beliefs had felt right and proper. He was deeply, thoroughly, spectacularly resentful.

And what about you? Draco’s voice sneered. Arrogant. Glory seeking. Always in the Prophet, always the teacher’s favourite.  

Yes, there were all the old feelings of hate flooding him, every bit as all-encompassing and irrational as Harry’s own had been. He didn’t mind the irrational hate, it was…it was theirs, it always had been theirs, and it was passionate and hot and alive and strangely accepting. Pulling in. But the dislike…it was cold, and it hurt, which must have been due to this stupid ‘bond’ because he wouldn’t normally feel that way.  Except that he did and would have.  You never saw what it was really like, Harry thought resentfully. 

Then show me. Malfoy was impatient.

So much of their dislike was because they’d been too young to understand. If only he could explain, then maybe he could make the dislike fade; cobwebs he could bat away. Not arrogant. Impatient, sometimes. Quick to judge. Saw things in black and white, in the beginning. Yes, need to watch that. Never glory seeking, the school turned on me almost every year, the prophet kept lying, Fudge claiming I was crazy…Draco, look.

Troll, Devil’s Snare, Chess, Keys, Quirrell, Voldemort, Acromantula, Chamber, basilisk, Tom Riddle Ginny diary pain…

 Malfoy’s mind thrashed, pushed away, and he realized the boy was overwhelmed by the flood of too many memories, too much emotion heaped upon him all at once. 

Later, sift later, Malfoy projected. Stop, stop, stop.

He tried to quiet his mind, aware of Draco’s astonishment. 

Merlin’s testicles, Potter, came his awed voice.

He laughed. That’s only up to second year.

Gently. We need to merge, it’s too hard if it’s too much at once. We’ll sort the rest out later.

He nodded and tried to be open. He felt Malfoy sift through his memories, and received flashes of his own in return. Felt Malfoy’s deep, thrilling excitement to have such intimate access to him. Felt ribbons of jealousy associated; not connected to him, connected to height, red, freckles, Weasley.

Malfoy drifted through later memories, of Sirius, of the department of mysteries. He did not linger over the pain, and for that he was grateful.

I was so angry at you, but seems like you couldn’t control anything.

 Yeah, well, I didn’t even try to imagine how you felt.

There was a feeling of agreement, but Malfoy allowed him to focus on his memories. Sixth year. That was a revelation.

You were so scared. More scared than I ever dreamt.

 I thought it was going to be my chance to prove I was powerful. Only it wasn’t. By the end, I used to wish you would find out and save me from it. 

I wish I had. But I wanted to see you as nothing but a prat. 

He could feel Malfoy…Draco…smile then, a secretive, delighted smile.

Because that twisting, thrilling tingle in your belly scared you.

Harry felt a deep, wracking shudder consume him and a sudden, deep fright. No, I…

Let me see, damn you! I know, I felt it!

He felt Draco dig, searching, probing, jittery and expectant. Then a memory popped up without his volition. 

Oh no, Draco, no….

But Draco was excited. Yes, Harry, Yes!

The first time he’d masturbated. Being alone in the quidditch showers, buck naked, his broom between his legs, pressing it up against his balls rhythmically, rocking against it, his face red and embarrassed from swelling up from the feeling of flying and competing against Draco.  No one to talk to about it, no one to ask.  He could feel Malfoy’s fascination, and thrashed in embarrassment.

Don’t fight it.

Don’t look, he insisted. Don’t look!

But Malfoy wanted to look. He lingered on it, enjoying it, sighing with a deep, glutting throb of arousal when Harry came.  So sensual, Harry, so erotic. 

Inevitably, it only brought up the darker moments that made him burn with shame. Sometimes dreams, sometimes fantasies, but none he had ever wanted anyone to know about. Draco snatched at every memory he tried to suppress. The night he had gone to talk to Sirius and saw him wanking through the ajar door, and he had stayed and watched and rubbed himself to a shattering orgasm.  Unwanted, horrifying dreams of Snape, of Lucius, and of being naked on his knees and sodomized in the graveyard. Harry wanted to die, knowing that Draco knew he’d come. Fantasies…so many unacknowledged, suppressed fantasies he’d guiltily masturbated to in the nights; wrestling with Draco, fighting with him, frotting violently, kneeling before him, sucking on his cock.

Oh, Harry. Oh Harry, Draco gasped.

Stop, stop looking! he moaned.  But Malfoy was quivering, both physically and mentally, he could feel an amorphous well of sensation building up inside him, something from Draco, something he didn’t recognize.

He sought out Draco’s memories in revenge, going back down the twisting helix of memories they’d blended, till he found that moment; as Draco seethed and fumed and watched him in the shower after losing the game, wanting to push him, wanting to hurt him, and feeling a wholly unexpected tightening and stiffening. He explored the distant echoes of Draco’s shock, his embarrassment, trying to minimize the event to his teasing friends. An insidious network of want, rage, lust, hate spread out from that singularity to underlie his every waking moment. He gasped as that amorphous feeling coagulated into an insidious, twisting snake, from somewhere dark, suppressed, unacknowledged.

Want RAGE humiliation LUST shame VENGANCE shame TAKE shame WANT want MUST have TAKE mount YES thrust OWN.

Harry gasped as a shocking, trembling cord of excitement and want weakened his legs as long-restrained angry lust gushed out like a burst dam. Malfoy lunged at him, forcing him onto his belly on the bed. His legs thrashed off the edge, and he tried to kick the blond away, but he trembled too badly and he was ashamed at how easily he assumed a submissive position, how easily Malfoy spread his legs wide. He made no move to stop Malfoy from stripping him of clothing.   

I will have you, PotterHarry.

He couldn’t bring himself to vocally admit how turned on he was; he let his posture speak for him, and reveled in the sharp pulsing in his prick as Draco slid a finger up his arse. It was slippery with something, he was vaguely aware the boy had summoned a bottle from the dispensary cupboard, he didn’t care, for another finger slid in and it felt glorious. Draco was panting, the boy mounted him and prodded, pushed, and this was all rushed and fumbling and awkward and not at all hearts and flowers and slow tender preparation that first-timers ought to have but so fucking what, Draco’s prick pushed all the way up inside him and even with the pain it made him moan. They were so in synch now he could feel himself-Draco on top of him, warm, sweating, and flushed with bliss and guilt.  He-Draco started pumping with quick, rhythmic jerks and their shared excitement was so pleasurable it was almost too much to bear, and oh, it was tightening, rising, spiraling higher, gushing, spreading… HarryDraco felt his entire body tighten and the pleasure climaxed in a shaking, trembling wave.

He felt his upper body tremor and his lower body sink onto the bed.  They panted together, hot and sweaty, and as they slowly, tenderly fell back down from the heights, their minds, magic, all that they were settled, and so gently he barely felt it, clicked into place, silently, triumphantly. 

He felt the last few symbols on Malfoy’s back evaporate away, releasing wisps of a black, cloudy substance into the air, and they both sighed in profound relief.

“Ha ha, fucker,” he mumbled.

Draco sniggered above him and rubbed at his shoulder before rising onto his haunches. Harry turned onto his back, supported himself on his elbows and watched the blond go to work with his wand, cleaning them both.

“Pass me a robe, will you?” he asked. “I suppose McGonagall or your parents will be back to check on us sooner or later, and I don’t want to show them my bits.”

Draco flicked his wand and a snowy white robe dropped onto his chest. “I like your bits,” he said as he eased into a robe of his own. He ran a sharp nail down the front of his chest. Harry hissed in a sharp breath. “They’re my bits, now. Only mine. Ever.” 

Oh Merlin, such gloating. “Yeah, well, unless you hid it very well, your bits were just as virginal so less of the smug attitude.” Draco flushed, and Harry frowned. “Well, presumably that worked, because we both survived, but…this doesn’t feel as invasive as expected. I mean, I can feel you, your magic, how you’re feeling, but your thoughts aren’t as…well, in my face as they were at first.”

The blond smirked condescendingly. “Because I’m occluding, moron. It does take concentration, though, so I won’t be able to do it all the time. But I think since we aligned so well, it might not be as bad as father made out.” Draco scrambled over to sit beside him on the bed.

“That’s good. Not that I mind,” Harry continued quickly. “Since I learned a lot about you that was really interesting…” 

“Yeah, well…wanker.”

Harry snickered, then sobered. “But it would suck if it was that intense all the time.”

“You’re just sore that I saw all those dirty little fantas—fuck, ow! Wanker.” Draco hit him back and rubbed his arm, scowling. “It’s not like you didn’t get to see how pathetically obsessed I was,” he mumbled. 

“Yeah. Shocked me. I mean, really.” Harry nudged him. “Just so you know, I was never going to suddenly realize that all that anger and taunting and insulting was your way of showing you cared. This whole mess turned out to be something of a good thing,” he mused.

“Yeah well, wait till I get tired of occluding,” Draco returned sourly. “I’m going to have to teach you. We can take it in turns. It still won’t make everything easy, but it ought to make things manageable.”

Harry nodded. “…I expect things are going to be mental, especially at first.” 

 Malfoy shrugged a little awkwardly, then smirked. “At least now I understand why you’re such a moron; your mind is a mess. I’ve never known anyone more desperately in need of Occlumency. It’s insane.”

“Yeah, well…Fuck you, Malfoy.”

He felt Draco glow with amusement. “It’s not your fault,” he added generously. “You do have potential, it’s just that your life has been insane. You’re going to have to show me the rest soon. You’d think with everything you’ve had to do, Dumbledore would have also taught you how to manage it. But it seems you’ve had to just fumble along on your own.”

A mix of pleasure at Draco’s indignation and guilt because he agreed with him made him flush.  

“Never fear, though, rescue is at hand.” Draco continued. “I guess since we’re stuck with this, I can help you put some order to it all.  It’s going to take ages, though.”

He fell quiet, and put out his hand.   Harry placed his in it. They sat side by side, pressing their hands together. Draco stared straight ahead.

“I’m sorry I got so…aggressive.”

Harry flushed. “I liked it.”

“I know.” Then the blond leaned over and kissed him, briefly, on the lips, before drawing away to stare at him. Harry licked his lips, tasting the boy’s saliva.

 “Do you want to call your parents?”

“In a little while. Not just yet.”

Malfoy slowly let his head rest on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around the blonde’s thin body and held him securely. 

They rested.

 

 

At the Altar

 

 

Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
As of the way Prometheus lost hepatic flesh –
He stole fire! You stole gropes
And f*cks of me; so suffer thee!

Oh yes, perspire! Drizzle down the beads
Upon that crimson, blotchy skin –
I see the once cocksure pose, my man,
Is wearing terribly thin.

Indeed, an absence of repose
Discloses thumping in your chest –
Irregularly rhythmic – like the humping
(When you thought I was a body to molest) .

No more! my little man, for I shall wrest
The living essence from your
Paling, quivering form! –

You’ve had your gentle calm
Before the rumblings of the storm!


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010


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awakejupiter
Jan. 2nd, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
Great fic. I enjoyed it :)
hallowdraconis
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting :D
calmnla
Jan. 2nd, 2011 06:04 am (UTC)
This was a clever way to get to bonding. The idea of a delayed curse makes sense.I needed a translation of some of the Latin, though. "Love conquers all, ...?" Interesting idea that Voldemort actually did them a favor, in a way. Saved the boys all those years of fumbling around that we read about in other fanfic ;-)
hallowdraconis
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, thanks for the compliment! :D My use of Latin was completely crappy, I know lol. Thanks so much for reading and commmenting :)
purple_lights
Jan. 2nd, 2011 07:13 am (UTC)
This is an interesting take on bonding. I enjoyed the story!!
hallowdraconis
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, glad you enjoyed!
okydoky
Jan. 2nd, 2011 03:27 pm (UTC)
Really enjoyed this! :D
hallowdraconis
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, glad you enjoyed this :)
delphipsmith
Jan. 2nd, 2011 03:31 pm (UTC)
VERY nicely done indeed! Clever storyline with the curse and all, and very effective the way you showed the two of them working through the flood of memories to come at last to an understanding of each other. Not too heavy-handed or overloaded with smut, just enough to show the passion that's always been there underneath it all. Great piece of fic :)

(BTW, please do add the links to parts 2 and 3; I never would have found them if they hadn't been given in that first comment in part 1.)
hallowdraconis
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for the kind comments :D Glad you enjoyed it!

I had *no idea* how to do links, I'm afraid I'm not link-savvy at all, but nursedarry very kindly showed me how, so hopefully they're now linked!
kjp_013
Jan. 2nd, 2011 05:28 pm (UTC)
Very clever story - I really enjoyed it.
hallowdraconis
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for your kind comment - glad you enjoyed it!
sesheta_66
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)
Here via nursedarry 's rec.

Oooh! That's a new take on forced bonding. And yay for both of them desiring each other, and for the Malfoys' acceptance. And I like that Harry observed right away the familial bond among the Malfoys. :) Very intriguing story.
hallowdraconis
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for your kind comments, glad the bonding scenario seemed a bit different! I think Harry *would* observe familial bonds, you know? :) Thanks :D
a_execution
Jan. 3rd, 2011 01:58 am (UTC)
I really liked this! It's definitely very original in the world of forced bonding fics, and I loved how dark and gritty it was, but yet it didn't end badly. <3
hallowdraconis
Jan. 3rd, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)
Oh thanks so much for the compliment, and thanks for commenting! :D
drarryxlover
Jan. 3rd, 2011 06:21 am (UTC)
Oh I enjoyed this... how exciting! Though I was very disheartened at the prospect of Draco dying but HArry pulled through :D Very well written too!
hallowdraconis
Jan. 3rd, 2011 08:18 am (UTC)
hello, and thanks so much for your kind compliments! I'm way too much of a sap to ever have Draco or Harry die lol I'm so glad you liked it, and again thanks for commenting!
creme_bun
Jan. 3rd, 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)
Fascinating fic! I enjoyed it thoroughly! :)
hallowdraconis
Jan. 4th, 2011 01:57 am (UTC)
Hello, and thanks for commenting! I'm glad you liked it :D
groolover
Jan. 3rd, 2011 11:21 pm (UTC)
That was a really original idea - you'd think it would have been done before, but I don't think it has. And you did it really well.
hallowdraconis
Jan. 4th, 2011 02:00 am (UTC)
Hello, thanks for the kind comments, (and thanks for the coding help, i'll go change that soon, it's always nice when someone's willing to help out). I'm glad it seemed somewhat original! :)
cassisluna
Jan. 4th, 2011 01:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, thiiisss ♥♥♥ This was all kinds of wonderful! *A* I really love the concept of the whole curse, and the boys' snarkiness XD Even the other characters are wonderful! I absolutely love your Malfoys :) And Pansy's apology :) That was such a nice surprise, I've never read anything about it but you made it very well and believable :)

And oh, the part about the whole bonding and the sharing of memories *A* That was just amazing, how you wrote it ♥ I could really imagine what was happening between them! I really, really, really loved that part and the ending! :) It was so sweet! ♥

And Harry and Draco's little fantasies ♥♥♥

Very well done! :D
hallowdraconis
Jan. 4th, 2011 08:53 pm (UTC)
Hello, and thanks so much for the thoughtful comment :D I'm so glad you liked it! Thanks so much!
sashaminx
Jan. 4th, 2011 03:20 pm (UTC)
Very dramatic the way the words appeared across Malfoy's back - and in parseltongue no less! A nice twist on the forced bond theme. Your descriptive language is wonderful, making everything feel very intimate.

Really nice job! <3
hallowdraconis
Jan. 4th, 2011 08:50 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for the kind comment :D I'm so glad it felt intimate; it's the kind of feeling I want to achieve! Thanks so much :)
jtsbbsps_dk
Jan. 4th, 2011 05:02 pm (UTC)
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! This is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO brilliant!!! Totally sucked me in and I couldn't stop reading AT ALL!!! Wow, evil curse and the Malfoys were AWESOME and everybody's reaction and how is suddenly just escalated and just WOW.

Enjoyed it a LOT. The boys and Harry's thoughts are just PERFECT!!!

*LOVES*
hallowdraconis
Jan. 4th, 2011 08:49 pm (UTC)
Oh thanks so much for the comment! I know I'm doing well when I generate a response that requires profanity to express it *grin* (I'm being serious, actually....lol) Really, thanks :D
winterstorrm
Jan. 4th, 2011 10:03 pm (UTC)
That was thoroughly enjoyable, thank you!
hallowdraconis
Jan. 5th, 2011 01:40 am (UTC)
And thank you for reading and commenting! Glad you found it enjoyable :)
nimielle
Jan. 4th, 2011 11:11 pm (UTC)
What a great story! I really loved the idea of the curse and that it forced them both to face their feelings like that. Great idea on the mindmelding as well.

I am very glad I read this! <3
hallowdraconis
Jan. 5th, 2011 01:41 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for your kind comments, I'm glad you thought it was a good story concept :D
tweetiescueetie
Jan. 5th, 2011 01:25 pm (UTC)
I really liked this - is there any more? It feels like a great beginning to a longer fic, with them having to deal with their feelings and to work out their relationship. :-)
hallowdraconis
Jan. 6th, 2011 12:03 am (UTC)
Hello, thanks so much for commenting :) To be honest I hadn't planned on writing more; I think I wouldn't know where to stop if I did. Please feel free to imagine exactly what you like :D
Thanks again!
scorpla
Jan. 5th, 2011 02:49 pm (UTC)
I enjoyed this so much, you really left me wanting more! Very nice orginal spell & trigger with very believable Harry/Draco voices. I love it when the boys stay in character and I'm a sucker for bonding fics so this was pleasurable on every level :) Thanks for writing!
hallowdraconis
Jan. 6th, 2011 12:04 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked this! Very very glad you feel the voices of H/D were believable; I do like to stay within reasonable characterization limits :) Thanks so much for your kind comments :D
slasher48
Jan. 10th, 2011 01:31 am (UTC)
This was ingenious. Definitely one of the best bond-fics I've ever read. And I am so fucking in love with your PERFECT portrayals of the star-crossed enemies/lovers. So fucking in love.

Harry, willing to do anything, but for a different reason this time. Draco, protesting too much while he sort of hopes the entire time that Harry's actually doing it for him.

Their minds melding. I love that they saw what we see. Ron insulting Draco with a deeply-felt jibe. Draco trying too hard to impress and ultimately alienating. The truth is, at the core they'd be friends, but with all the posturing, they lost that in the mayhem somewhere.

The end is very good, as well. I love that there's nothing definite, and everything is auspicious. I love that they're not ready to say "I love you", just "I've been obsessed for years, and maybe that's not as much hate as I thought". They're realistic teenagers/young adults. They're realistic themselves, straight out of Rowling's writing.

You're fantastic. I think I may have to see what else you've written.

One little poke of help though...

Might want to neaten up the next chapter links some. ^^

hallowdraconis
Jan. 11th, 2011 03:17 am (UTC)
Hello, and thanks so much for your amazing review :D I'm so glad you enjoyed it, though I think I'm not *really* worthy of your level of praise *grin* "perfect" portrayal of star-crossed lovers might be stretching the truth a little, lol. But thank you! I'm glad you think their characterization seemed realistic. I don't care so much for too-easy "I love you"s and fluffy hearts and flowers and bunnies, but on the other hand, I insist on happy endings, so it's a delicate balancing act sometimes!

Sadly I haven't written much else. There's a short little slice of smut I wrote for usakiwigirl, another (sadly pretty crappy) fic I wrote for tigersilver, that's about it. I've just finished a rather longer h/d story, but I'm wibbling over it, so not sure if i'll post that or not.

As for chapter links; I didn't even know how to do them! I'm old and sadly coding-illiterate. Another lovely person gave me the codes to copy and paste, but I didn't understand her advice on how to do so quite correctly. I'll have to fix them up one of these days. Sorry about that!
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cleo_jay
Jan. 11th, 2011 09:40 pm (UTC)
Very intriguing – I liked how urgent the whole fic felt, right up until the end. It really highlighted the passion between them and racked up the tension over whether it would work! Wonderfully written! :)
hallowdraconis
Jan. 12th, 2011 01:10 am (UTC)
hello, thanks so much for reviewing, I'm glad you liked it! Thanks! :D
usakiwigirl
Jan. 13th, 2011 10:46 am (UTC)
OMG, I can't believe I didn't comment on this earlier! I loved it when I first read it and I still love it.

Your boys are wonderful and I really do like the way the curse works, with the boys having no choice really but to bond, as there is no way that Harry would allow Draco to die, not if he could do anything to prevent it.

If you want any links to coding sites, let me know. I have a few saved and I can email them to you if you want. I'm older than you (I know this for a fact, I checked!) and I've slowly managed to get the hang of this stuff! If I can do it you can *winks*
vwalk
Jan. 18th, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)
This is an epic fic. I absolutely loved it!
hallowdraconis
Jan. 19th, 2011 05:11 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for commenting :D
nenne
Jan. 21st, 2011 11:07 pm (UTC)
I enjoyed this a lot the first time I read it and the re-read was even better. :)
alehxriotgrrl
Mar. 8th, 2011 03:56 am (UTC)
This was a really interesting plot and so compelling! Excellent piece.
hallowdraconis
Mar. 8th, 2011 09:05 pm (UTC)
What a lovely thing to say :) Thanks so much for taking the time to read and review, I'm so glad you liked it!
with_club_sauce
Jun. 3rd, 2011 09:08 am (UTC)
Loved this! Any possibility of a sequel? I would love to see how they go about seeing more memories, and Harry being taught occlumency properly! :)
hallowdraconis
Jun. 8th, 2011 07:41 am (UTC)
Hello, and thanks so much for the review! I'm afraid I hadn't considered a sequel; please take that as permission to imagine whatever pleases you :) I'm so glad you enjoyed it :D
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