'As always, it was completely Potter’s fault. How was Draco’s brain supposed to work properly, given these circumstances?'
You know when you start a fic like, 'oh this is gonna be cutesy with maybe a bit of angst and sexy thrown in'?
And then 9 chapters later you're a f**king mess of feels because it was secretly about the deep sh** the whole time?!?!
...that.
(So many fanfic readers know what I'm talking about right now, and the noobs are like 'That'll never happen to me!' - oh contraire, dearest noobish nerdlets, it most certainly f**king will.
Because fanfiction likes to warp your soul and f**k with your brain.
#TrueStory. #GottaLoveItThough.)
(Fangirling notes: Feels are intense and hard to describe feelings/emotions)