Not going to finish this.
Too sweet. Too slow. No Draco-snark. Everyone is nice. There's head-hopping in weird places.
The 17 year old boys ponder like they're 35, going on and on about trust and other such issues. Saying things like: "Our scars are only evidence of what we've done. They do not make us what we are. This means no more to me than the one on my forehead. I accept all of you, not just the parts that are most attractive."
This, by the way, in the middle of getting in each other's pants. For the first time. @.@
It took me forever to get to 42%. Or it seemed like forever, anyway.