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Fuck, I did it again (BTW, I love knowing that I can say fuck in your posts without offending you! Ha! Fuck fuck fuck!). Hit post instead of quote. So to continue my cataloguing of favourite lines:

This, becasue it's funny:

“I will, same to you. Still on the short sentences?”
“Yep. You’ve moved on.”
Potter grins at that. “I have a terrible feeling that the next few months are going to require me to be eloquent.”
Draco finds himself grinning, too. “We’re doomed."

This, because I love Harry struggling with everyone having a claim on him: They all own you,” Draco points out. “That’s why you come to Hogsmeade so often. Things are more relaxed here.”

This, because I go absolutely weak for Malfoy being just for Harry, as just Draco and Harry, something no one else can comment on or touch. But you know that about me already: He is nothing to do with that. He is as tall as you, and his lips are demanding, his hands can lift you away when you annoy him. He is as strong as you are. He doesn’t give a damn that you are Harry Potter, he just lets you touch him, and he touches you, and it is between the two of you, without the whole world looking on.

And this, because I love it when they find sex between them scorching, but also the emotional pull of the sex, of the past and the tenderness you put into a few eloquent phrases. Gorgeous. You had no idea. None. When his hand brushes your flies as he is undoing your belt, you have to bite your lip to keep from coming then. And then you are both saying sorry to each other, as you trace the fine marks you inflicted down his chest and he kisses across the bridge of your nose and you both seek forgiveness for a time when you had everything wrong. <

And finally, this, becauase I love a bit of reality and god, I love a bit of wonder: q>Later, they bang their heads in a poorly timed move. Draco’s leg goes to sleep and his foot cramps. Harry pretends there are no tears in his eyes as he watches Draco’s eyes open in sated wonder. Draco reminds himself not to doubt Harry’s promises.

Okay, now that I'm done quoting half of your own story back to you, I'm off to work on my dissertation. I'm saving part two as my reward.