Er...I might be really stupid, but I didn't get it...I'd like you to reply, I was just lazy not to lopg in :)

Capturing a single moment is something only writers who really do see things in some sort of hazy slow-motion beautiful blur can achieve.

I love it. Dylan Thomas is an excellent poet. If this your most recent work, you have defintely improved. Good job

Okay... what I think:

What? I don't understand!

If you don't update your Prince of Tennis fic, "Recipe for Disaster," I will get you.

I know where you live.
I know where you sleep.
I know what you eat.
I know what you love.
I know what you hate.
I know what you fear.

So please update Recipe for Disaster! :)

Wow...just wow. Hurry and write more, please?!

It's nicely written, but I found it utterly confusing. The title, the intro. blurb and the ending all suggest that at the end of it Draco dies, or they both die; yet there seems to be no indication of *how* they die, or why they should do so, or why Draco should even think that they might die. What is supposed to be happening here?

Lovely. Very well written. You most definitely have reason to be proud :)

I loved this line, "It was the type of house that generated adjectives like ‘quaint’ and ‘homey’ though Draco doubted Snape would appreciate such words."

Keep writing!

Oh, Jlee! This makes me want to run back and read the whole of Half-Blood Prince again! Perfect elegance in the tone of the whole thing, though my favourite parts have to be the perfectly judged way you put Draco's thoughts up against what he sees and takes from Snape's.

Woohoo! 3 years, amiga - never wait that long again!

~sna