If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go on a bit of a rant about some of the more idiot responses to Ch. 42, namely the ones who said "OMG this fic is now slash and I'm too good to read slash so I'm going to stop reading and let everyone know that!"
The obvious response to this would be to start inserting actual slash. But while I'd willingly take a pill that made me bisexual, this pill does not yet exist, so right now, writing actual slash would be about as much fun for me as a root canal.
So behold this rant, then:
I think of myself as someone who deliberately cuts against the grain of status and prestige. Which, of course, is something that everyone likes to think about themselves. But then again, my claim does have a certain credibility, because I had a reputation as a "real" writer before I started writing Harry Potter fanfiction, and I did that with malice aforethought to intentionally drop myself down multiple levels on the Geek Hierarchy. Snobbery offends me; I am offended by people who are prejudiced against beauty because of its form or its medium. I am offended by people who think "Calvin and Hobbes" can't be real art because it's a comic strip, and I can curse them with no darker fate than that they go look at some ugly, pointless, fake "modern art" that will impress their friends more. And I am equally offended by people who look down on fanfiction because it's fanfiction, who'd take something beautiful like "Always and Always" and turn up their noses at it. So I write Harry Potter fanfiction and be damned to them all. Someday, when I think I can get away with it, I will write deep intellectual self-insert pornography that is even better than MoR just so I can watch people's heads explode.