I liked the first part of this, especially the idea of Draco as Ginny's silent guardian angel and of she as his unknowing savior. But the ending was a little abrupt? It would have been nice with the set-up to take things a little slower.

*squee!* I absolutely adore this ficlet! It's the perfect blend of imagery and characterisation all interwoven with the Australian setting. I must admit that at the beginning I was thinking 'oh not another "Ginny emigrates to foreign country after the war" fic', but I was swiftly disabused of such notions and realised how well the descriptions of the surroundings parallel the characters' thoughts.

"[A] technicolour montage that played against his eyelids long after they’d closed." I love this paragraph of Draco's thoughts, this line in particular. Although, the last line has got to trump it - it's amazing that you manage that *not* to sound cheesy! It was a truly heartwarming line. (yup, everyone give me an *AWWWW!* ;D)

I'm really glad I came across this story - it's definitely going on my faves list. Hope to read more of your work!

Yay!  I loved this so much I read it again after just barely reading it!  Fabulous imagery and prose, and I really just wanted to jump into the story.  (And not just to get Draco snogs, I assure you.  Well, hrm...)