Oh my fucking God, Grace! This ficlet is fucking brilliant, in all kinds of inspirational, awe-inspiring, and slightly intimidating ways, and I fucking love it!

2nd person is so fucking hard to write, and I have never, not once, even attempted to do it myself, because it really only belongs in the hands of the extreme professionals. 2nd person exists in the fine balance between introspection and revelation, and it's almost impossible to get it right without sliding into either lecturing or a disconnection from the character. And you did it perfectly, with ease and such beautiful, powerful imagery, and I am fucking speechless over it. You are an absolute fic-writing Goddess, my darling.

Some of my fave lines (although I could just quote the whole thing back at you and be done with it tbh):

"I love you," he says, like it doesn't cost him anything to say it, like cracking open his ribs and handing you his heart is as easy as breathing. -- God, what a fucking way to begin, the visceral quality of the metaphor and how it perfectly expresses both the terror that Draco feels for Harry for handing him this power, and what falling in love means for him; a terrifying, horrible thing to be avoided at all costs.

Love is powerful, dangerous. If anybody in the world knows what it can do, it should be him. -- what a subtle, yet beautiful reminder of Harry's story.

They'll become living, breathing things, monsters in a pretty package, Veela luring you both in, waiting to strike. -- This is pure poetry, I can't even express how much I love it.

I'm feeling a mixture of things right now: pride, awe, inspired. I'm amazed, and also totally unsurprised, because this is you, and you're fucking brilliant.

Well fucking done, Grace. This is a masterpiece of a (pseudo) finish, and I really hope you're proud of it, because you damn well should be. ♥ ♥ ♥