This story s fantastic. Just enough of a poetic edge to make it hurt.

oh wow that was a horrific nightmare I wish there was more to read :(

Of all the things for Draco to whinge its about ruining his favourite shirt.

Well for Harry it was probably the best date he ever had but for Ginny she is just gagging too much to get laid for all the wrong reasons.

oh wow that was an intense chapter and amazingly well-written. I despite how clingy and whimpering Ginny is becoming. And the way she's been throwing herself at Harry is sickly, clearly he isn't interested.

As for the ending -I am glad that Harry is there for Draco despite everything that's happening around them.

oh wow that chapter was intense -maybe what bill and draco did was something to do with werewolves being around one another -their basic instinct is to be rough and violent

Such an interesting end to such an emotional chapter.

this is an amazing first chapter, I cannot wait to read the rest. Everything was timed perfectly, i loved how manipulating Andromeda was of Harry, and I loathed how sadistic that healer was around draco.

Well that was a bit disappointing at the end with Draco calling Shacklebolt. I was thinking what great fun it would of been had Harry been affected by Draco's bite, since Bill was only affected by Fenrir's scratches (which were from the night before the full moon and Draco's saliva- a direct link to lycanthropy went straight to Harry's blood stream day after the full moon,almost directly after it really, so a much stronger effect?). Anyways, it's been fun reading this, and I'm again disappointed to see its' not been updated for over a year. Hope to see an update soon.

Brilliant. Really hope you find your way back to this story. And if not.. Well that would be sad but finished or not it's truly worth reading. Thank you for sharing.

Holy shit! I have been devouring this fic since I finished your newest story. I just had to stop and tell you how much I LOVE this! It's sexy and dark and funny at times as well. I'm in love w/ wolfy Draco. I realize it's been... a little while since you updated this story. *gets on knees* please please please say you haven't abandoned this?

Nononono there has to be more. Oh my god, I know this hasn't been updated in over a year, but I must tell you that this story is probably one of my absolute favorites. I hope and pray that you will one day update this story, and I want you to know that if/when that day comes, I will be here ready to drink up every word of it without a second thought.

*breathless and utterly speechless*

At Draco's last line in this chapter, I was sitting up and clapping for the completely wonderful end. I mean, honestly! Awesome Draco with his dreams about killing Potter and then, stooping so down low that he actually accepted a Ministry job. (Gasp)

I found Draco's narrative quite hilarious and you have to wonder if he's serious half the time. One can never be too sure. But I love the characterization and can almost imagine Draco pushing away his mother ungratefully when he thought himself capable of doing the Dark Lord's deed. Malfoy has too much pride for the whole Burrow to fit in. His pride is swallowing Potter in and it's that pride that's making the house all tense and shuddery.

I love the fact that he doesn't even realize he fancies Potter and whenever gets the idea, he gags. Potter is much more accepting, in that case, though not a lot better either. I mean, what with the whole It's-The-Pheromones-And-I-Love-Ginny-thing. I love the slowness of it. It makes me feel funnily happy.

Merlin's woolly underpants, are you feeling all-right? It must be harsh on your brain, being so brilliant and all. And kudos indeed for so seamlessly incorporating the word brobdignagian (which I did not have to look up, no sir) and for being terribly amusing and delightfully sordid all over each other at once. I daresay that the general population anxiously awaits the imminent (...please?) continuation of this, thy epic fable, and I would be terribly saddened (read: I will come to your house and glue you to the keyboard while cackling. Cackling, I say.) if it were to be left rotting at the bottom of the fridge until it can only be removed by way of Fiendfyre.

I would have continued the shameless appraisal for some time after this, but time is sparse. Feel free, though, to bask in the glow as I once again tip my hat in your general direction.