So yesterday, I was just scrolling through some Drarry recs and suddenly in one of them, Draco had his hair tied back and what he was wearing just reminded me of Lestat de Lioncourt. (The Vampire Chronicles, for those of you who don’t know - which btw is NOTHING like this sparkly Cedric and his suicidal bint of a woman shit.) And this got me thinking. That was how I ended up in fandom. Louis (pronounced Louie, in the french) and Lestat were my OTP.
Lestat de Lioncourt and Louis Du Point Du Lac = <3 and stuff.
I shipped Armand/Marius too of course because there was actually shippy porn in that book. (LIKE A BOSS.)
But as for my venture into the HP fandom. It started with (brace yourself) Harmony. I used to only be able to read Harry/Hermione because Ron squicked me. But granted I started reading the fic before I read the books or saw the movies and then decided Ron was quite a lovely chap. And I would have read them sooner but my parents were religious nutcases when it came to Harry Potter and they insisted it was Devil worship and practicing witchcraft to read it. -.- Da fuck?
Also I love going through the Drarry tag posts and reading peoples things about it because then I feel like I’m not crazy even though the people in my world here think I’m nutters for shipping Drarry, or they know, don’t care but don’t understand. No amount of fangirl arm waving will ever be understood by them. I can’t squee to them, I can’t rant to them about the unfairness of Harry breaking Draco’s heart, or how Severus just has to be Draco’s godfather, and, and, and. Nor could I even contemplate answering their “What did you do last night?” questions with a “I was crying so hard reading Beautiful World. WHYYY GOD?” instead of… “Oh. Read Harry Potter.” … they just don’t get it.
But I wish someone here got how sad and hurt I felt DAYS after reading “You Can’t Die of a Broken Heart”. (YES, YES YOU CAN. I NEARLY DID AFTER READING THAT FIC.) I mean, I was sobbing my little heart out over that one. Drarry is weird that way. I’m so not an emotional person. I don’t cry at movies (HP being the exception), or books (HP being the exception again). I make fun of couples, I fucking hate romance and everything about it, and I’m probably one of the most bitter cynical people you’ll ever meet. So if you want someone to talk to about the love of your life, I’m not it. I’m like a fucking Dementor that way. Sucking the joy of love out of people. And not in a fun, kinky way. :P
BUT… Drarry. So. Many. Fangirl. Feels. I just can’t even. You know what I’m saying. Like if this makes sense to you.