dicta_contrion

This was my fic for the always fabulous dracotops_harry fest! Huge thanks are due to disapparater for telling me every time that Draco got to be too much of a jerk and for pushing me to go deeper in thinking through Harry and Draco's motivations. In addition to brit-picking and beta-ing, this story owes quite a bit of its emotional coherence to her thougtful questions and interventions. Also to sophie_french for reading through an early draft and being incredibly encouraging and thoughtful, and for many discussions about how to proceed, and to vaysh for being a phenomenally supportive, patient, kind, all-around incredible mod. And, of course, to firethesound for a prompt that was a great deal of fun, and for indulging my overthinking on the subject of knees.

Also, and very importantly, a huge, huge, huge thanks to everyone who's read and commented. Once I hit a stride I really enjoyed writing this, but the process of figuring out how these various pieces would fit together was...a struggle. I was quite convinced that this just didn't work, and that the emotional resonance I was hoping it would have was just not going to hold together (which I say as someone who is not generally given over to false or exaggerated humility. I just really thought it, you know, had some good moments but pretty much sucked on the whole). I've been overwhelmed and moved by the very kind, thoughtful, thoroughly amazing comments that people have left and the reactions people have shared, and if you left one of those comments please know how grateful I am. It's been one of those experiences that makes me feel so incredibly lucky to be part of fandom, and this fandom community in particular. Huge ♥s to all of you!