"I miss England," Draco said, crossing his arms and stubbornly staring out the glass. "Doesn't usually rain here. Not like it does at home—England, I mean." Draco said 'England' much louder the second time, trying to cover up the word he said before it.
I’ve had this fic on my open tabs for a while and though I can’t remember how I stumbled upon it in the first place I’m so so happy I did - I know it’s an older fic but I’ve never seen it on reclists and it only has a few comments so I know I had to rec it right away! What a gorgeous, engaging and heart-aching ride. This fic has it all. Draco’s homesickness broke my heart, but the amazing voices and lovely chemistry more than made up for it. I just can’t resist a pining Harry, especially if he comes with a teasing Draco, charming and snarky and playing hard to get. Their pent up energy builds up in the most delicious way, and I found the rainy background both soothing and melancholic, which gives the fic a bittersweet atmosphere. And don’t even get me started at the perfect smut, scorching hot, gentle, playful, intimate! Harry’s so gone and thirsty for Draco it takes my breath away. I also appreciate how the author explored the disconnection between them regarding Draco’s exile, since the officer x prisoner dynamics give them almost opposite perspectives. This is my exact brand of h/c, angsty but hopeful, sexy and full of feels. These characters and their individual journeys seduced me right away and got me completely invested in the story, holding my breath until the end. I talked recently about how much I love a proud Draco paired with a bold and impulsive Harry, and this fic delivered both to my heart’s content. I am absolutely smitten with this fic and 16k was definitely not long enough to enjoy it properly, but I’ll settle for that wonderful happy ending. Enjoy!
