Draco stops caring.
It isn’t some heartfelt epiphany in the Great Hall or even sudden affection for the Mudbloods and Muggles of the world. He’s sitting in what the house-elves have told him is the ‘Room of Hidden Things’, and realises that he no longer gives a fuck. Not about the war, not about who wins and who loses, not about who lives and who dies.
EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS FIC, IT’S GORGEOUS AND I LOVE IT SOMETHING FIERCE. (I’m just going to sort of ‘copy and paste’ the comment I left because I’m lazy and unoriginal)
“God this was perfect and lean, with no extra padding, just pure unadulterated wordy bliss. I loved how raw and canon it felt, how harsh and realistic, but how you managed to make it sweet and funny in places too. Incredibly well rounded. And the hopeful — as I read it — nature of the slightly ambiguous ending complemented the minimal style to your writing wonderfully.”
I stand by that, but I also wanted to add that this is a slightly different hogwarts-era Harry than the usual one I incounter, more self-assured maybe? I loved that though, it feels natural here. I also loved the brief Harry/Ginny (pah ha Draco, who does that?) and RON, whose role is again brief, but it is definitely a case of quality over quantity.
Writers really don’t need to work hard to make me love Ron. Just give me some classic weasel and I’m a happy bunny. Also fuck yes Harry the Rimmer returns and I am, yet again, vindictated in my assertion that this is a fabulous fandom conspiracy.drarry . era:hogwarts . HBP slight . AU . l:short . r:nc17 . oneshot . a:mentalistecbm . g:angst . favourite .