чтобы не забыть со своим склерозом - ссылки на гарридраки на английском. первый фик я прочла, и мне он очень понравился. 4 из 5 баллов, так сказать )))
www.ikeepbookmarks.com/browse.asp?folder=197575...оттуда же дочитываю - "Animus". Гарри пьет (черт, про меня просто), Драко - проститутка. 5 из 5!
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"You heard me. I don't deny that my rejecting you upset you. But there had to have been more to it than that. You did everything in your power to make my life miserable back then. Why?"
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, and as he does so, he stops looking at me, choosing instead to stare at a point somewhere over my shoulder. His eyes seem to lose their focus and I suddenly find myself thinking that Malfoy is no longer here. Physically, yes. But mentally he is somewhere else; maybe in the past that I'm pushing him to relive.
"Because you were the sun, Harry," he says in a soft, faraway voice.
Did I hear that correctly? Did he say I was the sun? Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd think Malfoy had gone completely barmy. After a few seconds, I finally manage to sputter out a very confused-sounding "What?"
"You were the sun and I was the moon. You see, the moon can shine brightly and gloriously when it's alone. But when the sun comes ... when the sun comes, no one sees the moon anymore. That's how you and I were. No one saw me once you happened along. No one; not my parents, not my teachers, not even my friends, really. You eclipsed me. And I hated you for it."