This story is brilliant. It beautifully fulfills romantic comedy conventions, is funny and heart-breaking by turns, and sexy as all hell. I was reading with a smile on my face for practically the whole thing.
I loved -- adored, shower praise upon -- your Draco. He's bitter like dark chocolate but he hasn't lost his spark or his wit. I found myself feeling protective of him, of his dignity and well-being, your writing was so persuasive in putting me on his side. His interactions with Harry simultaneously sparked humiliation and attraction; for such a light-hearted story, I felt pretty emotionally invested. He's an intriguing mixture of strength and self-pity, wit and -- well, self pity: I wanted to reach into the story, pull him into safety and make him all better. There's just something about the way he curls in on himself, self-protectively, with Harry and Marguerite, that got to me. He may be down and out, but he's not without his defenses. His integrity.
I also want to say: very very good UST. I could have red about Harry and Draco sniping and flirting back and forth forever, seriously, forever.