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25 December 2012 @ 12:39 pm
Author: cerberusia
Recipient: The hd_holidays community!
Title: A Love that Transcends Hunger
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco (Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria)
Summary: 'You saved my life once. Now I'm saving yours.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Infidelity.
Epilogue compliant? Yep!
Word Count: 4500
Author's Notes: Betaed by the lovely B; title from Siken. And to all the people involved with this fest (mods, writers, artists, readers) who have made my last few Decembers a joy, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

On the 16th of February 2020, Harry Potter asks his wife for a divorce.

It's two days after Valentine's Day: she brought him irises and lilies because they're his favourite, and he cooked lasagna - her favourite - the Muggle way because it never comes out right with magic. They've been married just under twenty years: their anniversary is in ten days. Last month they agreed that they'd take a long weekend somewhere: not Paris, somewhere further afield, somewhere they've never been - difficult when they both travel so much for work. They'd been thinking about India.

And now, now, when she comes down for breakfast, still in her blue dressing gown and yellow slippers, Harry puts down the Sunday paper and asks her for a divorce.

The particulars of the conversation don't matter. Neither of them will remember exactly what was said. There's very litte crying and screaming: Ginny's too shocked and Harry's too embarrassed. He keeps making himself meet her eyes, which obviously takes great effort, then can't bear it any more and stares down at the wood grain in the table for a few seconds before trying again. It's ridiculous, and she wants to tell him to stop it, but the words get stuck in her throat, along with all the accusations and the grand speeches and the questions except for why? She just keeps repeating that word, sometimes mustering a normal tone of voice, other times so quiet as to be aspirated. She wants to be sharp with him, be blunt with him, be her usual self, but all she can manage is soft.

And when the conversation peters out and Harry awkwardly says that he has to go, she doesn't say anything: doesn't try to stop him, doesn't tell him good riddance. She just stays there, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as he takes the Floo. When he calls out his destination, her heart lurches like it did when he first said Gin, I want a divorce.

But she's still not angry. It's like she's misplaced it, somehow: all her anger, fallen down the back of the sofa or hidden in the saucepan drawer. All she feels is off-balance and queasy. And tired.

Ginny goes back to bed. It's strangely easy to sleep.


When you see Draco at King's Cross, tall and straight-backed in black and white - that's the moment. That's the point of no return. You don't know that, of course, too focussed on seeing off your youngest son (and perhaps, if you're honest, your favourite): all you know is that it's the first time you've seen him for two years or more, and that that seems wrong somehow. You delineate his pale, pointed face: sharp chin and cheekbones, thin lips always ready to disapprove, large moon-grey eyes just starting to show crows' feet.

But it's his receding hairline that does you in. He's always had a high forehead, and the severe, slicked-back style he's adopted once again only emphasizes the thinning at his temples. It makes him look vulnerable, and a wave of tenderness rises up from your chest and surprises you. You want to trace that hairline, the sharp edge of the narrow jaw. You want to smooth the fine lines around his eyes, his mouth. You want to cradle the curve of his skull.

You don't, of course: a plume of smoke billows past, obscuring him from view, and Al tugs on your arm, wanting reassurance that he won't be in Slytherin. Instead, you tell him about the two brave, clever men he's named after - one a Slytherin. You contemplate leaving him with a teasing remark about not taking after Snape in any other respects or you'll be having words, but decide against it - he's too nervous to take it in the spirit it's meant. You say goodbye and watch the train leave the station, Hogwarts-bound once more, with one arm wrapped around your wife's shoulders and your free hand waving. It's a beautiful scene.

You take Ginny and Lily for icecream - Lily and Albus are awfully close, and you want to stave off the impending tears for as long as possible - and make them laugh by recounting the story of your first journey to Hogwarts, starting with meeting the Weasleys. Ginny keeps interrupting to give her side of the story, and in the end you never do get round to the part where you rejected Draco's friendship. In the grand scheme of things, you think, it's not very important.


Albus is, of course, the first to know. He's called to the Headmistress' office Floo to take a firecall, and even before he gets there, he suspects. He couldn't say why - to all intents and purposes, his parents appear to have a solid, loving marriage - but he's always been like that, attuned to Dad's moods. James calls him a clone, and he supposes it is a bit weird, what with how much they resemble each other physically as well, but it's always been part of their bond.

It's Dad rather than Mum. I wanted to tell you myself, he says. His face, surrounded by flames, looks tired, and Albus can imagine the stoop of his shoulders. It's a short conversation and Albus doesn't say much, preferring to nod when it seems appropriate. He suspects that if he opens his mouth, something awful will come out - but not from anger. He can't work out why he's not angry.

Will you - says Dad, and Albus says Yes. Of course. Of course he'll tell the others.


The next time you see him, you're at a summit in New York. Despite the impressive setting, it's actually not all that important: you're mainly there to be The Boy Who Lived (Twice) and impress the Yanks, who luckily turn out to be pretty entertaining, so it's not as interminable as you'd feared.

And then you catch sight of him, like you had at the station - but this time he's already looking at you. He doesn't seem embarrassed about having been caught staring: he inclines his head and turns away, his expression unchanging. You swallow.

The rest of the evening passes uneventfully, barring a somewhat inebriated Financial Secretary, or whatever they're called in America, who corners you to enthuse at you for a good ten minutes about Galleon-dollar exchange rates. It's well-meant, but you have no head for numbers - Ginny takes care of the household finances - and you don't understand a word. Mr. Staunton doesn't seem too upset though, so you don't cause an international diplomatic incident with your failure to grasp basic mathematics. All the time, you can't shake the feeling that you're moving inorexably towards something, something big. A turning point.

Then it's two in the morning and you're tired and the party's breaking up, thank Merlin. You dread waking Ginny and Lily with your return.

Draco appears at your side. You won't remember what he says, but it all sounds eminently sensible, so you agree to spend the night at his. You don't know why you agree: he still lives in the Manor, his parents having gracefully retired to France, and that house holds only bad memories for you. But it's like a compulsion: you have to go with Draco, you have to find out what he really wants. Because of course he has an ulterior motive: he always does.

You don't make idle chit-chat: you suppose you're both too tired. But when you arrive at the Manor, stumbling a little on your way out of the Floo, you come face to face with Draco, and you know this is it. This is what you've been building up to all night.

Draco takes you by the chin and kisses you. For one hysterical moment you think of supplication, that Draco is begging your protection, your favour - but no, Draco is kissing you for the sake of kissing you. He's been wanting to do this all night.

But then, perhaps you've been wanting to do this since King's Cross.

You're short, but Ginny is still an inch shorter than you so it feels strange to have to tilt your head up into the kiss. It should feel just as strange to press yourself against a flat chest and rest your hands on narrow hips, but it doesn't.

You should be thinking of Ginny. You're not. You're thinking that the bare curve of Draco's shoulder is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. You're thinking you should sink your teeth into it.

You're thinking this was inevitable. You're not thinking much at all.


When the Floo call is finished, Albus doesn't go to James, but to Lily. James will be difficult. Lily will be bad, but at least she probably won't shout.

She's in her common room, but he's known to tickle the pear since the week they arrived, so he sneaks in and quietly extracts her from her friends.

"Al, what's the matter?" she asks as he leads her down the corridor, hand lightly on her wrist. She wriggles until he's holding her hand instead.

"I'll tell you outside," he says, and her lips compress and she doesn't say another word until they're on the far side of the lake, entirely alone - excepting maybe the Giant Squid, and he's not going to tell anybody. Lily sits down on the grass, stretching her legs out in front of her.

"Are you going to tell me what's happened, or are you just going to stare pensively into the lake until we both freeze to death?" she asks after a moment in which Albus struggles to work out how to say it. He casts a Warming Charm to delay, then gives up.

"Mum and Dad are getting divorced," he says. It comes out with the right sort of gravity, but that makes it worse.

"What?" Lily shouts, sitting up and startling a sparrow who'd been investigating something in the grass which Albus couldn't see. "You're not - really?" He doesn't say anything. He doesn't even look at her. She sighs. "Sorry, I know you wouldn't try to upset me like that. But - really?"

He shrugs.

"Dad told me. So I guess it must be true."

"How did he seem? Sad, relieved?" He looks at her now and twists his mouth to one side.

"Mm, mainly tired."

"Oh." They're both silent for a long moment. "D'you know why?" Lily asks at last, fiddling with a blade of grass. "Actually, no, don't tell me. I don't want to know the reasons."

"Suit yourself, I'm dead curious. But he didn't tell me anything about why, so I couldn't tell you even if you wanted me to." This is not technically true, but what he does know would only upset her, so he keeps his mouth shut.

"I feel like I'm reacting wrongly to this," Lily admits. "I feel like I should be crying, or shouting or something."

"Me too," admits Albus. "But let's be honest: that's more James' style."

Lily snorts.

"Just hasn't sunk in yet, I suppose. Maybe I'll burst into tears over dinner tonight, in front of everyone. It'd be just my luck." She tilts her head back to work out a crick in her neck. "Or maybe you will."

Now it's Albus' turn to snort.

"Maybe I will," he concedes.


Draco enters the cafe like he's entering a cage: you see his eyes flicker, automatically cataloguing exits and escape routes. You've picked a table at the back which affords a perfect view of all of them and have in front of your arm, resting casually on the table, and a mug of tea which you're sure he's been trained to poison without you noticing; you hope he'll appreciate the gesture.

The care with which he sits down opposite you suggests a much older man, and you can't tell whether it's real or feigned. The Draco you knew wasn't a good liar - but then you don't know Draco anymore.

Draco reaches out across the table for the sugar bowl - you remember he used to do that in school, suck on sugar cubes, the sweet smell sometimes when he talked - and the backs of your knuckles brush. A thrill runs up your spine.

Draco sees it, and smiles.

"I can't leave Ginny," you say. A non sequitur. You haven't even exchanged greetings. Draco leans in and smiles wider still, pale lips stretched across his paler face like a scar.

"I'm not asking you to." His teeth are very white, and you remember how sharp they were, nipping at your neck and chest. You swallow.

"Why would I do that to Ginny?"

"You're not doing anything to her." Draco spreads his hands flat over the table and shrugs minutely, perfectly insouciant.

"Don't be disingenuous," you snap back, and Draco smiles like a shark. He leans in closer, close enough that you can see how his silver irises darken to gunmetal around the pupils.

"Because you're bored," he says.

"I've got a good life here," you protest.

"That's not what I said. I said you're bored." There's a knowing crinkle around his eyes. You purse your lips and turn your head away.

"So what if I am? That's not an excuse."

"For you? Boredom's a brilliant excuse. For you, boredom is dangerous. You were an adrenaline junkie all the time we were at school, and then afterwards you took on all those dangerous assignments - out of the goodness of your heart, the papers said." You can't look away from his eyes, cat-like and hypnotising. "I know better. You need the thrill." He leans back a little. "You saved my life, once. Now I'm saving yours."

Right on cue, a shiver goes up your spine. You want to protest, to take a sip of water, to get up and leave this cafe and never see Draco Malfoy again as long as you live.

But you can't, because he understands. He was there. And while you watched him, always aware of him on the periphery, he was watching you.

You lower your eyes to look at his face through the steam from your mug. Your tongue flicks out to wet your lips. You open your mouth.


James is - difficult. Albus doesn't really want to tell him, would rather put it off and have Dad or Mum deliver the bad news, but he knows he has to.

He finds him outside, of course, with a couple of his mates, tossing a Quaffle back and forth as practice warm-up, brooms by their feet. He's harder to get away than Lily - Can't it wait? I'm busy. - but Albus says no and he must be convincing enough for James to roll his eyes and trudge after him, no doubt making an exaggerated face at his friends behind Albus' back. Fine, he doesn't have to like it. Albus remembers when they were close, so close they were almost like twins - but then they went away to school and something just changed. James changed. He's - harder. Sharper. Albus wishes he knew why.

"Let's get this over with," says James, and the snide tone makes Albus forget about breaking it gently and just snap,

"Mum and Dad are splitting."

James snorts.

"The fuck they are," he says. "If this is you growing a sense of humour at last, you've got some way to go yet."

"I got called into McGonnagall's office to take a fire call from Dad. He told me they're divorcing. Just like that, with the word 'divorce' actually said, in fact." Albus stares at James, watching his face, on edge. He doesn't know what James is capable of any more.

"The fuck." James' face is flushed. "The fuck." His knuckles are white with how hard he's clenching his fists. "They -" He takes a breath. "Look, you don't tell anybody about this, you get that? Nobody, or I swear to god I'll wring your scrawny little neck." His jaw is clenched tight with anger.

"I wouldn't!" Albus protests. "I've told Lily, but I'm not telling anyone else, not even the cousins."

"Good," says James shortly, then turns on his heel and stomps off, away from Albus and also away from his friends. Albus kind of wants to know where he's going, but the tension in the line of his shoulders means he daren't ask, so he leaves it.

From here, it looks like James' shoulders are shaking. Must be the wind playing tricks - or even if it isn't, that's what Albus chooses to think.


The first few months, you fuck all the time. Draco is in charge, of course.

One visit in the fourth month, Draco pins you to the wall and kisses you. Just kisses you - doesn't try to stick his hand down your pants, doesn't even grind against your thigh. Just leans his weight on you and kisses you, open-mouthed and slow.

You spend the whole hour before you have to go like that, just kissing, Draco's hand cupping your jaw, your hand on his hip. When you leave, the colours of the world seem different. You can't tell if you're happy or not.

Pillow talk springs up fairly quickly; you've never been good at keeping quiet around each other. You share work woes and funny stories. You've told them all to Ginny before, but it's better with Draco, who know exactly who you're talking about and has some utterly hilarious anecdotes of his own - told with exactly the right intonation and and gestures to sometimes make you even convulse with helpless laughter, your eyes always fixed on his smiling face. It's harder to make him laugh, but you do your best - fascinated as you are by the cynical, diffident cosmopolitan attitude which Draco cultivates, any time you can catch him off guard feels at first like a victory, then later like a secret shared.

Neither of you mention Ginny. Why would you?

Time passes. Lily goes off to Hogwarts. Hugo goes off to Hogwarts. The twins go off to Hogwarts. Three years, measured in children's milestones. You suppose this is what happens when you get older.

You're the one who finds the first strands of grey in Draco's hair, barely distinguishable against the platinum. You should probably tell him, like Ginny told you, but upon realising what you have glinting around your fingers in the weak summer-evening sun, that old tenderness wells up in your chest again and renders you unable to speak. You kiss his temple instead, touching your lips to the thin skin there, the blue veins, like you kiss your children goodnight.

You're meant to leave in half an hour, get back to your family. Instead you stay for two until Draco wakes, so you can kiss him goodbye.


The last person whom Albus goes to talk to is Scorpius.

He's not difficult to find: he likes the Astronomy Tower, and within it a particular windowseat. He doesn't move as Albus approaches, keeping half of his forehead pressed to the glass; Albus thinks it must be terribly cold, but Scorpius doesn't seem to mind.

"I suppose you've heard, then." He appears to address the Whomping Willow, which Albus can see stretching its branches in the distance. "Papa told me," he adds, "so that if any of you had a bad reaction to the news - I think your brother in particular was on his mind - I would know to keep my head down."

"He asked me not to tell that bit to the others," Albus admits. "I don't think he meant to tell me, actually - I got the impression that it sort of slipped out."

Scorpius snorts, but otherwise doesn't respond. Albus wonders how this looks to him. He wants to ask him what he should expect from this divorce, how Scorpius handled his parents splitting up, but doesn't know him well enough to ask.

But then he will get to know him, won't he? He'll have to. He assesses Scorpius - his pale, pointed face, his narrow frame, his placid gaze - and says,

"Here, move over a bit." At that Scorpius does turn to face him, raising a brow for good measure, but does as requested to let him clamber onto the windowseat and gaze out at the still snow-covered Hogwarts grounds, from the covered bridge to the lake, a faint dark smudge in the distance. There are people outside going to and fro, black robes and brightly-coloured scarves casting pale blue shadows over the snow, but up here you can't hear what they're saying or the crunch of their boots on the ground. The world seems very beautiful and very silent. That's probably why Scorpius likes it so much.

"Are we going to end up as stepbrothers, do you think?" Scorpius asks in his usual mild tone.

"I have considered that possibility, yes," Albus admits. "But it's not me you have to worry about, is it?"

"I suppose we'll burn that bridge when we come to it," says Scorpius dismissively, and Albus laughs before he can stop himself.

"That's not how the expression goes," he points out.

"Do you dispute its accuracy?" Scorpius' tone is arch. Albus finds himself smiling.

"Mm, maybe not." He watches two magpies alight on a weathervane. "It's going to be fine, though. I think. Somehow. Hopefully without anyone winding up dead."

Scorpius hums and goes back to resting his forehead against the glass. "In the end, it'll be fine one way or another," he says, and Albus supposes there's nothing more to say to that but he doesn't want to leave - so he stays there with Scorpius for a long while, just watching people carrying on with their lives. In the end, it'll be alright.


The breaking point comes on February the fifteenth. You spent Valentine's Day with Ginny, so you're spending the day after with Draco.

It goes wrong.

You're leaning by a bay window in one of the Manor's many parlours when Draco comes in with your tea, puts the tray down on a table and says, mildly,

"You know, it'd be nice if you said you loved me every one in a while."

You suck in a startled breath. Then you relax: he's teasing you. That's what Draco does.

"And why would I need to do that? You love yourself quite enough," you say lightly. But Draco frowns.

"I'm serious," he says.

"What? Why?" you ask, wrong-footed. You don't understand; love was never part of the arrangement.

"We've been together more than three years now and it's just after Valentine's Day; I thought we might push the boat out." His tone is dry, but sincere.

"That's not what I - together, what - how can I be in love with you? I don't know you!" You stand up, angry and confused.

"Of course you do," says Draco instantly, and you bare your teeth because that's not what you meant. You open your mouth to snap back, but he says, still quietly, still calmly, "You know me in all the ways that matter." He keeps his eyes fixed on yours. "Tell me, Harry: why did you start fucking me while you were still married?"

"Because I was bored. Isn't that what you said?" You try not to sound spiteful. You don't think you succeed.

"You're lying." He sounds very certain.

"Draco-" You sigh. "We fuck sometimes. That's not the makings of a grand romance."

"Is that what you tell yourself? That we've just been having occasional, opportunistic sex for the past three years?" His tone is very dry now.

"Are you telling me we haven't? Draco, I'm married. I love my wife."

"Are you in love with her?" Draco fires back immediately, quick but still calm.

"What sort of question is that?" You run your fingers through your hair in frustration. "I can't leave Ginny, you know that."

"I'm not asking you to." Draco steps into your space again. "Your stable but passionless marriage is frankly none of my business. I'm asking you to admit that you love me."


"Because I can say out loud that I love you, and I want you to be able to do the same. Makes things fair, don't you think?"

The realisation comes when Draco has already finished speaking. You stare at him for a long moment, hot thread of excitement in your stomach and chest, a feeling of unbearable fullness throughout your body, splitting through your skin. Your head is tingling.

"Shit," you say. Your face must be a picture, because Draco laughs - a little nervously, you think. "Shit," you say again, more distantly. "You - I love you."

Draco's eyebrows raise and the corners of his mouth quirk upwards. He reaches out to clasp your forearms and you grip his hips tightly, seeking an anchor. "What, you only just realised?" he asks, lightly, teasingly. You want to kiss him, so you do - press your lips to the corner of his mouth, just for a moment.

"I love you," you repeat wonderingly. "What am I meant to do about that?"

Draco shrugs.

"I told you, I don't expect you to do anything. Reciprocation is enough." He says it sincerely, but for some reason it makes you feel ashamed.

"No it's not. It's not enough." Draco deserves more. Ginny deserves more.

Draco looks surprised, but only for a moment.

"So what do you want to do?" he asks, in a tone that makes you think he already knows the answer. His sharp face seems softer in this light. There are the faintest crows' feet at the corners of his eyes, and you want to kiss them.

You look him in the eye, take a breath. You open your mouth.
shameful_desire: Bows H/Dshameful_desire on December 25th, 2012 06:36 pm (UTC)
That was beautifully written. The kids responses were great. Harry’s realization that he loves Draco is just so Harry. Wonderful, writing!
HelenaDax: D/Hhelenadax on December 25th, 2012 06:53 pm (UTC)
Oh, that was really wonderful and gorgeous, I loved every bit of it! The tenderness that Harry feels for Draco is beautiful, all the characters were perfect.
Nennenenne on December 25th, 2012 07:15 pm (UTC)
That was wonderful!
(Anonymous) on December 25th, 2012 07:42 pm (UTC)
That was brilliant and beautiful! I think I know you, mystery author) Happy holidays!
没有你日子很黑白: i am sherlocked.papered on December 25th, 2012 08:05 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous. ♥ The last scene is my favourite :).
jaeluvsme: pic#102721073jaeluvsme on December 25th, 2012 08:21 pm (UTC)
This is what I've been waiting for. Mature and canon characters, the children, a little slice of life in the story. I didn't even notice that the story had only 4500 words seeing how complete it feels. Everything just wraps up nicely, I think. And quiet, confident Draco is just perfect. This story is just absolutely wonderful.
fantasyfiend09: Rain Postcard Red Rahlfantasyfiend09 on December 25th, 2012 10:53 pm (UTC)
Very well written. Harry's realisation was completely in character, and Draco was perfect.
phoenixnoor on December 25th, 2012 11:18 pm (UTC)
This is beautiful :)
ICMezzo: pic#114764502icmezzo on December 25th, 2012 11:59 pm (UTC)
I like how you structured this, and how you gave fresh life and depth to the "19 years later" that so many of us are keen to ignore. A pretty picture, indeed, but with so much hidden behind those smiles...

Thanks for writing. Well done.
badcook: cakebadcook on December 26th, 2012 02:07 am (UTC)
My birthday as the day Harry divorces Ginny. #notbad.jpg
Overall, this was a very nice read, I really love Draco in this, he's all calm and really cool, haha :D

Great job author!
call me trys: me myself and Itryslora on December 26th, 2012 03:19 am (UTC)
This is lovely! I adore how clueless Harry was; that scene with Draco at the end was wonderful. And I adore Albus, and how he handles things and how each child handles it differently. Well done!
olimakiella: Journal Postsolimakiella on December 26th, 2012 07:06 am (UTC)
Oh that was beautiful. I loved it so much. cyclical and so realistically written. Of course Harry is the last one to know when he's in love with someone. *eye roll* utterly typical.
Oshun: Draco Harryheartofoshun on December 26th, 2012 04:56 pm (UTC)
I agree with everyone that the last scene is perfect. Once Harry's realizes, for him there can be no turning back.

Love the scene when Draco lectures Harry about being an adrenalin junkie also.
welcome to villa cariño!capitu on December 26th, 2012 09:07 pm (UTC)
I love it. I loved the inevitable feel of it, everything pointing to this thing happening, and I loved the trigger that made it possible. It's amazing, because it's a short(ish) story, yet there's a whole history behind it. Bravo!
Truthful Plum Logical Horsemegyal on December 27th, 2012 12:37 am (UTC)
There's this breathless feel about this...expectant, that's the word I was looking for. I like how this was ordered, it was really interesting for me.
Amorette: dumbledoreamorette on December 27th, 2012 12:57 am (UTC)
This is amazing! Beautifully written, and Harry is just perfection, especially at the very end. Reciprocation is not enough, and the fact that he realizes that is what make him so HARRY. I love you, mystery author <3 For what you've written here so gorgeously. Many parts of this felt so real, and it was so heart-wrenching - their three year affair! Somehow, the divorce seems like the right thing to do, for everyone involved. It is the happy outcome, not the sad necessity. Wonderful job!
Marianne: defaulteidheann_writes on December 27th, 2012 01:03 am (UTC)
Guh. This broke my heart and made me all warm and fuzzy at the same time. Loved it!
vampisandi: vampisandivampisandi on December 27th, 2012 11:28 pm (UTC)
This is beautiful beyond words!
I love every word <3
muu_chi: pic#118626207muu_chi on December 28th, 2012 05:46 am (UTC)
Oh, this was quite short but I think it was enough. It was a little sad, but I don't know, i like it a lot.
The way Harry realized he was in love with Draco was so like the Harry i think is in love wiith Draco. And the kid, such a realistic reaction.

I found it very satisfaying, and writed in such calming way. Eh, Yes, beautiful written I guess.

Loved it.
charlie: kataraignatiustrout on December 29th, 2012 10:45 pm (UTC)
There's such a lovely soft tenderness to this fic, and it really works with the subject matter. The "I love you" scene is wonderful and so perfect for them. I also loved the bits with the kids, especially the scene with Scorpius and Albus. You've managed to create something so lovely in so few words! ♥
omi_ohmy: Winter branchesomi_ohmy on December 30th, 2012 02:36 am (UTC)
Oh, I loved how you did this! It worked so well, the story of the divorce and the affair running together, leading to that glorious, poignant, end scene. Right up until that moment there was a certain distance, an almost clinical descriptive tone, which actually helped to build the tension and mirrored Harry's own emotional detachment. So when he makes that last leap, suddenly it is as if everything comes into focus. So well done, and all in under 5k - fantastic. :)
somehow socially inept...: branches d'arbredifferente on December 30th, 2012 04:30 pm (UTC)
Very nicely written!
Ischa: homecreepylicious on December 30th, 2012 11:31 pm (UTC)
I love this, I love how real it feels and how sad and painful it is at times. And I especially like the scene with Albus and Scorpius and that bit we see about the relationship between Albus and James and Albus and Harry <3.
lamerezouille: antisocial #1lamerezouille on December 31st, 2012 01:23 pm (UTC)
This was really good. I'm usually a bit allergic to 2nd person PoV, but you really made it work for me. I really loved the alternating timelines and PoVs, and seeing the kids' reactions too. I loved how there was real respect for all of the characters. It was quite simple, but very beautiful too. I loved it! ♥ ♥ ♥
embolinaoz: pic#102415582embolinaoz on December 31st, 2012 01:46 pm (UTC)
Appleling: Appleling icon2appleling on January 1st, 2013 02:31 pm (UTC)
Oh this was wonderful! Such a beautifully written story! I loved the tenderness between Harry and Draco! Harry's realisation of the depth of his feelings for Draco is soooo sweet and tender and touching. I also loved how you wrote the nextgen children and the way each of them handles things. Brilliant writing!
Black Silk: clutchpervyunitwins on January 2nd, 2013 10:39 am (UTC)
Woah. This was very we written; from the different perspective and tone to the different points of views and scene at the beginning not really being the start of things. Unlike how the story seems to pick up where the epilogue leaves off (though I usually like to pretend that epilogue doesn't exist). And I liked that you had Albus tell his own view of what is happening. Oh and it's typical Harry that he has to be told that he is in love with Draco. I really liked this.
Who you set out to be. Isn't always who you become: Freddiedrarryxlover on January 3rd, 2013 06:33 am (UTC)
Wow. This is ... just wow. I'm rather speechless at the beauty of how this is written. I love how Al isn't surprised, how he knows his dad so well and when Harry realises he loves Draco, how that's the turning point. The cyclical architecture of this fic is so unique and so brilliant, absolutely genius. I'm mildly in awe.
adonis_flammea: lady maryadonis_flammea on January 3rd, 2013 07:56 am (UTC)
I reallyreally love this story! Beautiful writing, perfect characters, the progression of the affair - overall quietly brilliant and lovely.
nonajf: Ebenholtznonajf on January 6th, 2013 03:18 am (UTC)
This is short and powerful. I love how you've intercut the scenes, and the way the story builds. I feel I really know Harry and Draco and the kids. There's such a sense of inevitability - no way anyone could have stopped it.

Great story!
shonamukhi: pic#119586170shonamukhi on January 8th, 2013 07:47 pm (UTC)
gorgeous..gorgeous..gorgeous..a piece of life..so real...so tender..so full of love..draco..gosh.i m speechless..gosh!how much i envy and respect u extremely talented authors..u deserve the best..*salutes*
justbecause421: treejustbecause421 on January 14th, 2013 03:48 am (UTC)
It's hard to give up a life that is stable and comfortable, especially when it means hurting people you do care about, but a life where you are not true to yourself is really no life at all.... Thanks so much for sharing, I hope that there is happiness in everyone's future!
oakstone730: pic#118166040oakstone730 on January 14th, 2013 05:38 am (UTC)
Ugh. I remember the first time I read this it was hard to know what I wanted to happen - which is often the case with the infidelity stories. I want them to be together but then there are the others affected. You handle this so well, I felt empathy for everyone. Great story.

Edited at 2013-01-14 08:22 pm (UTC)
alisanne: Rainbow eye 2alisanne on January 14th, 2013 09:30 pm (UTC)
Wow. Infidelity isn't my thing but this really was wonderfully written.
The kids' reactions were very authentic.Poor James. :(
Well done!
(Anonymous) on January 15th, 2013 11:27 pm (UTC)
You know, I really loved this. The gentleness of the story, the understated love between Harry and Draco, Draco's confidence, Harry's utter obliviousness... And of course, the happy ending - though it's not really a happy ending, is it? Things will shatter and come back together, and life will move on, as Albus and Scorpius witness.

That said, I love that Harry in this fic is grasping for what his ultimate happiness - that he's not a coward, that he realizes that living in a life not ideal for him or Draco or Ginny would cheat everyone involved. He fights for it. It's not a classically Harry action, who's all about sacrifice. It's the action of a Harry who's grown a bit. I hope he finds all that he looks for. I hope that Draco can now be fully happy - because I feel like you hint a lot of backstory heartache with him, not just with Harry, but the war, his marriage, etc.

Since reveals are up, I'm going to tell you that I love your fics. I love your characterization - but this is my favorite, mostly for all the things I wrote above. Even as I love your fics, your previous Harry/Draco have depressed the heck out of me (because you draw them so utterly right for each other and yet unable to meet because of timing or responsibilities - family, meeting too soon, too late- and it's inevitable but it's. so. tragic.). Here, they have got the timing, right, haven't they? And when they're together, they kind of eclipse it all - *sigh* they're my OTP for a reason.
Forever flirting with sanitydacro on January 16th, 2013 12:30 am (UTC)
Wow! Masterfully crafted. This had such a beautiful feel and flow. The mid-breath ending was simply perfect. Again, wow.
lee: Harry/Draco - textsnegurochka_lee on February 3rd, 2013 01:35 am (UTC)
Oh, my heart. This is so very beautifully written, just like I knew it would be. :) I'm so glad I finally made time for it today; it's been on my to-read list for freaking ever! I adore the structure and the narrative voice and shifts -- they work so well in telling the story. We have to be in Harry's head for this; it's the only way it works. And adding Albus and the kids' responses was really inspired. I don't think I've ever seen that for divorce!fic before. And the way the affair unfolded was unbearably gorgeous.

He leans in closer, close enough that you can see how his silver irises darken to gunmetal around the pupils. <--- I think that's my very favourite in a fic full of beautiful lines and images. ♥♥♥♥♥
flo999: pic#119857688flo999 on February 5th, 2013 09:29 pm (UTC)
Great fic, I love the way you structured the story.
Conacha: Do the evolutionconacha on April 29th, 2013 01:46 am (UTC)
Wow, really beautiful!
(Anonymous) on October 3rd, 2016 03:46 am (UTC)
This was so beautiful, thank you.