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351 pages, ebook
First published January 31, 2015
Harry sat in his big gay chair with his pounding gay heart and what was left of his throbbing gay erection, and it was all so bloody clear, he didn't know whether to feel immensely relieved or scared out of his mind.Yet more awesome is how every time the characters had moments of miscommunication, those moments didn't last. The characters talked things out within a couple paragraphs. Every time! And then... and then I got to the last quarter or so and things changed. For some reason the author, who had been doing so damn well with not using miscommunication to move the story along, suddenly felt it was the only plot device that could possibly be used.
Because he wasn't just gay. He was gay for Malfoy.
And that was a whole new level of acceptance.

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No Quidditch.
No Quidditch.
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That something in Malfoy wanted to be good.
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Yes, because Quidditch made one hard.
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...and Luna abstained as well, claiming inebriation on life which no-one could dispute.
Harry ended up staring at him all through Charms. They were supposed to be working on Atmospheric spells, and Harry dully registered that it was rainy on his right and windy to his left.
"Mr Potter." Professor Flitwick tapped him on the shoulder. "Your assignment was snow, not the steams of sunshine with which you seem to be bombarding Mr Malfoy."
"What?" Harry startled.
Sure enough. Draco glowered at him from a blinding shaft of golden sunlight that struck only him.
"Sorry," Harry said to Flitwick. He shot Draco an apologetic smile.
Draco rolled his eyes, swished his wand, and encased himself in a bank of fog.