This broke my heart but in the best of ways. I ache for Draco, because I am him, here, suspended in this moment, which is probably why it affected me so much.

Like Harry, Draco has experienced the familiar pain of being the other. Yes, he was loved, but it was never enough, it never fit quite right (but Harry's love does, and that's what scares him). He had expectations to live up to, and unlike Harry, he failed, but that is where his loss comes from.

His fear runs so deep, it's shackled to his ankles, and he just can't, no matter how much he wants to. It breaks my heart.

My god, what a wonderful story. The way you used the sex as a vehicle for Draco to tell his story ... it was perfect. I'll be bookmarking this.

You are immensely talented. I hope you know this. Please never stop writing.

♥