You keep astounding me :-), some of your imagery is truly awesome. Like this: That crusty emotion was nothing compared to the glowing, nameless one that irradiated his body like an unknown color in the middle of sunset. Or that: If a house could be built of the gray light catching on the sea and reflecting from the shore below, of the skim of clouds along the surface of the sky and foam on the surface of the water, of the gathered strength of stone purified of solidity and the grace of seals purified of their waddling on land, then it was this house. And many more. *bows*

I adore your characterisation of Harry here. That he would long for a lover both soft and soothing, and yet with a strength to match his own, makes all the sense in the world for me. Harry's desire to be bound, too - I actually am impressed how you give a real reasons for his preference for bondage and make it more than just a sexual kink. And, seriously, I love how you show in Draco's own pov the confusion of feelings he is going through in regards to Harry. The flight on the broom was so gorgeous. You cannot tell me now that this Draco will be able to exact revenge on Harry and nothing more ;-). Thanks so much for writing!