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Saturday, 22 September 2012
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Draco woke up with Hermione snuggled up in his arms. Something was off though. He heard loud snores echoing around the room. He really really hoped this wasn't what he feared it was.
When he plucked up his courage and opened one eye he realised it was exactly as bad as he had feared. He was lying in one of Hermione's guest bedrooms in a magically extended bed with George Weasley snoring and only his witch between them. He hugged her tighter to him in an attempt to put some space between the two of them. This was definitely one of those moments he would never tell anyone about.
He nudged Hermione lightly awake by projecting at her.
+ Hermione.+
+ Draco. +
+ Your puppy has to learn to sleep in the dog bed. +
+ What are you talking about? +
+ Listen carefully. Those snores are neither mine nor yours. +
+ We fell asleep, didn't we. +
+ It would seem so. +
+ Well, if we are sticking with the puppy analogy then technically he didn't snuggle up in our bed. We ended up here in his bed. +
+ So this is it then? Have we adopted a dog? Are we stuck with him forever? +
+ Not forever, no. He just needs a few days to recover. Then he'll probably get back on his feet and fall right back on into his favourite self destructive behaviour. +
+ Which potions is he abusing? +
+ No, it's nothing like that. He just likes casual sex. Alot. +
+ I see. Should I be worried? +
+ He will not come after you. No means no, so unless you say yes you are safe. +
+ Not really what I meant. +
+ I know. +
+ Can we please get out of here before he wakes up and notices me in bed with him. +
+ Yes. Let's go. +
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They had already voted so there was no need to go to the ministry. Hermione only had to be there when voting closed and the official results would be announced. But unless it was very even, chances were that they would know who won at some point during the day. She had however promised Lee that she would read an extract from her book on the wireless this morning, so she was not home when George stumbled down from the third floor and entered the bathroom.
When he came out again he noticed Draco comfortably sitting in Hermione's chair in the library with a book.
"Great. You're still here."
"Shouldn't that be my line?"
Draco turned a page but did not look up.
"Whatever. Where's Hermione?"
"Being interviewed by Lee Jordan."
"Shouldn't you be following her like a little watchdog then? Checking for assassins or something?"
"Potter wanted to look after her this morning so I'm off duty."
"And your go-to off-duty activity is to sit around spying on me?"
"I'm just sitting here reading, Weasley. Don't bite my head off."
George just looked at the former Death Eater for a minute but them decided to just leave him and go down and see if he could find some breakfast. He was too hungover to pick a proper fight with Draco. Almost as if he had read his thoughts Draco called after him.
"She left you a cure for that hangover of yours. Check the living room. There may even be a letter."
"I hate you, Malfoy," George called back, but there was no malice in his voice.
"Most people do," Draco called after him.
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Half an hour later Draco came down the stairs looking for some lunch. Hermione was still not back and he was contemplating sending her a message. At the same time he did not want to rush her or seem overly possessive. This was a big day for her and she was with Harry, so she was probably fine. As he walked passed the living room he noticed George lounging in front of the TV.
"You again," came from George as he looked up.
"Yes, me again."
"I'm under strict instructions not to leave her house. What's your excuse? Can't you just go home or something."
"Maybe I don't have a home."
"I thought you lived at Nott manor."
"I do, but I'm avoiding the place at the moment."
"How come?"
"You may not have noticed but there was a rather humiliating article about me in the Quibbler yesterday. I'd rather wait a few days before facing my so called friends."
"Oh yea. There's something I can mock you for. What did it call you again?"
"I wouldn't know. I didn't really read the blasted thing."
"I'll have to re-read it so I can mock you properly."
"Do your worst. Your worst won't be half as bad as Theo and Blaze have come up with. I bet they have redecorated my apartment with the blasted thing."
"So you're not the misunderstood little saint the article paints you as."
"I did what I needed to do to get Hermione elected. Don't tell me you've never done anything thoroughly humiliating for a witch."
"I have. And I would again if I found one I liked enough."
"Yea, well. As I said. I did what needed to be done. And my friends will make sure I pay for it for years to come."
"Excellent. Good to know. Thank you for cheering me up, Malfoy. I didn't think you had it in you."
Hermione and Harry arrived via the floo and dusted off.
+ Is everyone still alive? +
+ Yes, but your puppy followed me into the kitchen. Save me. +
A few seconds later Draco and George could hear Harry and Hermione approaching. Draco took out his wand and set the table. There were no house elves to be seen anywhere so it was up to him to improvise. By the time Harry and Hermione entered the kitchen his wand had found bread, butter, three types of cheese, grapes, olives and some leftover soup that he managed to warm up as he levitated it onto the table.
"Good morning," Hermione said as she first kissed Draco and then scratched George behind his remaining ear, much to his surprise. Draco, however, got the puppy reference and smirked.
"You two seem cheerful. Did it go well?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Do you have any idea how the voting is going?"
"Hermione is in the lead," Harry answered as he poured himself a bowl of soup. "Although only about 30% of the votes are in. Did you see what Zabini did?"
"Yes, I read the papers this morning."
"I didn't," George countered. "What did Zabini do?"
"Some Prophet reporter quoted Blaise confirming that his mother had been seeing Neolin. Which is problematic for him since he denied everything yesterday. I suspect that people are waiting to vote until after his interview with Lee this afternoon. Either he will deny everything again or he will confess."
"Either way he is screwed. If he denies it again then he is accusing a fellow candidate of lying. It just doesn't look good. But then again, if he confesses to anything then he lied to people yesterday. Either way is bad for him."
"My bet is that he will keep denying everything."
"That seems probable."
"Question becomes how convincing he will sound. Will people really believe him."
"I guess we will just have to wait and see."
Hermione's fred gave a little pling.
[Pansy:] On a scale from one to ten, how busy are you?
[Hermione:] About a three maybe. I'm having lunch at home with Harry, Draco and George.
[Pansy:] I sort of need backup. Daphne had a miscarriage this morning. I am out of my element.
[Hermione:] Poor thing. Where are you?
Hermione stood up.
+ What's going on? +
+ Daphne had a miscarriage this morning. Pansy wants help. +
[Pansy:] We are at Greengrass manor. I could really use some help here.
Hermione started walked towards the floo as she answered Pansy. The boys quieted and watched her leave the room.
+ Are you going over there? +
+ Yes. I will be back by five at the latest so we can get ready for tonight. +
Then they heard her leave via the floo.
"What just happened?" George asked.
"Pansy messaged and asked Hermione to come to Greengrass manor."
Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Draco.
"How exactly do you know that?"
Draco met Harry's eyes but took a couple of seconds to formulate his answer.
"Maybe I just guessed. Maybe she always disappears like that when Pansy calls for her."
They held each other's gaze in a silent battle. Draco felt Harry attempt legilimency, but it was only a polite attempt to see if there was anything Draco wanted to show him. Draco's occlumency refused him access and Harry didn't push.
"I don't think so."
When the silence between them stretched on it was George's turn to ask:
"What do you think it was then?"
"Did you notice the two of them talking at all yesterday.?
"Sure."
"To one another?
George thought back before he answered.
"No. No, I did not. Not at the ministry and not after we got back here. And they were acting strange. Almost like Hermione had him imperiused."
"I suspected as much. Those two rarely talk to one another any more."
"What are you getting at?"
"I think they can communicate wordlessly."
"What? Seriously?"
Draco stayed silent throughout their exchange. He secretly applauded Harry for making the observation and coming to the correct conclusion. But nothing in his expression confirmed or denied anything. Snape would have been proud of him.
"Is that even possible?"
"I didn't think so. The Auror office has been working with the unspeakables on wordless communication for decades. Maybe centuries. But somehow Malfoy here seems to have figured it out."
Draco took a sip of his drink before speaking.
"It is as you say. No one knows how to silently communicate."
"Where did you learn it?"
"Learn what?"
"Lay of it Malfoy. You know Hermione will tell us the truth as soon as she returns."
"I guess it is possible that I'm just that much better than the whole lot of you. I can admit that I had some time on my hand a few years ago and I did consider the problem. But nothing in the Malfoy manor library gave any clue on how to accomplish such a task."
"So what you're saying is that you figured it out yourself. Can you say something wordlessly to me?"
"No."
"No or never?"
"No."
Harry leaned back in his chair and considered Draco for a moment.
"Did you ever consider becoming an Auror? Do you have any clue how useful this would be in the right hands and how detrimental it would be in the wrong hands?"
"Seriously, Harry, are you offering the Death Eater a job?"
"Be nice, George," Harry said without breaking eye contact with Draco.
"I applied and got rejected once, so yes, I guess I have considered it."
"We might have a unique opening for someone with your qualifications."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Potter, but isn't mr. Evans head Auror. Shouldn't such offers come from him?"
"You know perfectly well that having titles and having power are not exactly the same thing. I have plenty of titles already. I don't need head Auror on top of everything. Paperwork bores me."
"Why am I not surprised."
"Tell me you will at least consider my offer."
"I will consider your offer."
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That afternoon Neolin Parkinson had been on the Wizarding Wireless Network and once again he had tried to refuse the affair, but it seemed that people did not find him particularly convincing. By the time Draco and Hermione were getting ready to go to the ministry they could hear Lee and Cho, who were broadcasting live from the ministry, predicting a clear victory for Hermione.
+ Apparently we have to start talking to one another again. +
+ What do you mean? +
+ Potter noticed that we never talk out loud any more and he correctly guessed that we were projecting to one another. +
+ I see. +
+ I mean, it's not so strange that my parents go to places and act like synchronized ice sculptures. People just figure that they have been married for so long that either they hate one another or that they simply have nothing left to talk about. But we've only been dating for a few weeks. +
+ You have a point. And Harry figured it out? +
+ Yes. And promptly offered me a job at the Auror office. +
At that Hermione put down the hair clips she had been holding, walked out of the bathroom and came into the bedroom where Draco was sitting on the bed putting on socks.
"Really? What did you answer?"
"I said I would consider it."
"Do you want to be an Auror?"
"I don't know. I briefly thought about it a few years ago but I sort of put it behind me when they rejected my application."
Hermione sat down on the bed besides him.
"I think it would be brilliant. You would be a great Auror. You've practically been acting as one for the past couple of weeks."
"And doing a great job at it. You haven't died even once."
"Yes, exactly. You could be in charge of my security and you could go with me wherever I have to go. Not just to the functions where I am expected to bring a date, but to all the important meetings too."
"I admit that I would like that."
"So what's stopping you?"
"I'm not sure I want to work for the chosen one."
"Can you at least try to call him Harry every now and then?"
"I suppose."
"The two of you seem to have been getting along Ok lately."
"Yes, I suppose. But having him as my boss is different."
"Technically Evans is head Auror."
"Sure, if you say so. I'm guessing Evans would immediately step down if Potter… Ok, Harry, snapped his fingers and told him to step aside."
"Yes, he would. But think of it this way. Harry hates paperwork so it is just as likely that he offers you or Jonathan the head Auror position whenever Evans doesn't want it any more."
"You seem very keen on this idea."
"What can I say. I like having you around."
"He wants me to teach silent communication to the Aurors."
"Seems like a smart thing to do."
"I suppose. Although it's been a nice family secret so far."
"Silent communication is a brilliant invention. When it becomes public knowledge your name will be in those history books for something other than repairing a broken vanishing cabinet."
"You're mean, you know."
"You don't have to decide tonight, but think about it. Seriously. And know that I like the idea of dating an Auror."
"Ok."
Draco kissed her before standing up to get his wand.
"Is the puppy coming with us."
"Now there is a nickname that maybe should only be used during silent conversations."
"Sorry."
"But yes, George is coming with us. Harry is on duty so Ginny is at home with the kids. Pansy is on Daphne duty for a while longer, so Ron is coming over here and joining us."
Draco turned and looked at Hermione with an eyebrow raised.
"You're not serious."
"What?"
"You can not show up at the ministry with the current boyfriend and two ex-boyfriends, who also happen to be brothers. I don't even want to try to imagine what the headlines would be."
"You think that will be an issue?"
"Yes! That will definitely be an issue."
"So what do we do?"
"Can they go first? Or give us a ten minute head start?"
"Possibly. But will that really solve anything? I bet we will meet up with them again as soon as we are all there."
"Is there any way we can get them dates?"
"It's a little late for that, isn't it? Besides. Pansy might have issues with Ron dating someone else."
"Crap, you're not making this easy."
As he sat down to mull over this newest problem she went back to fixing her hair.
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Draco's best solution was that since she was already escorted by a bunch of guys they might be able to hide the boyfriend factor by adding even more guys. Neville, Theo and Blaise had all been invited to join the group and had all accepted. Hannah was at home with Alice, Emily was sick and Astoria was mad at Blaise for some reason which he refused to talk about.
When the seven of them arrived at the ministry they walked to the balcony edge and looked down. They saw that the number of purple pebbles was now about twice the number of red pebbles. With only an hour left until voting closed it was becoming extremely unlikely that Neolin Parkinson would win.
+ Are you here? +
+ Right behind you. +
+ Stay close. I might faint. It just hit me that I am probably going to win. +
+ Breathe. You'll be fine. It's just a job. +
She felt Draco's hand on her lower back as she waved to the crowd. People were applauding and cheering for their new Minister for Magic.
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Once the election results were announced Hermione got sworn into office immediately. She was called up on stage and Andreas Macmillan, head of the Wizengamot and acting Minister of Magic, performed the ceremony himself. He handed over the two magical rings and the symbolic orb that represented both magic and wisdom. She gracefully accepted the honor and was applauded by the crowd.
In the shadows behind the stage Draco fished up his fred and sent a message.
[Draco:] I accept.
Across the room Harry smiled as he read the message. With his background and skills, Draco would be a real asset for the Auror office. This would also make it infinitely easier to keep his new Minister of Magic safe.
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Once all the formalities were done and the Wizarding Wireless Network had stopped broadcasting Theo invited all the Hermione supporters back to Nott manor. He must have been preparing the celebration for days and Draco discovered why there hadn't been any house elves around at Hermione's earlier. There was food and there was music and there were decorations.
Harry put Draco in charge of Hermione's safety while he left to convince Molly to sleep over at Fourth Hallow so Ginny wouldn't miss out on this. Her best friend had just been elected Minister of Magic and Harry knew better than to leave her at home on a night like this.
Pansy showed up once Daphne was asleep for the night and hugged Hermione while giggling uncontrollably. She had just become first secretary to the newly appointed Minister of Magic.
Once Harry was back with Ginny Draco went and got Hermione's parents. It was still very early for them but they got dressed and followed him once they heard what was happening. They did not want to miss this either. The Grangers were completely awestruck when they entered the grand hall at Nott manor. Nothing in the muggle world could compare to a magical celebration and Theo had gone to extra lengths to make sure that tonight would be remembered.
Hundreds of Hermione's friends and supporters were there, and they all wanted to congratulate her. She was getting hugs, kisses and well-wishes from every direction. Magical trays floated around with delicious food and Theo himself was at the bar, along with the purple palace staff, handing out drinks and playing the host. He had rolled up his sleeves and there was no dark mark to be seen.
Draco stood behind a pillar observing the scene when he heard someone approach him from the side. He turned his head and found Lee Jordan stepping up besides him.
"Do you always stay in the shadows like this?"
"Being centerstage is not really an option for me, is it?"
"I guess not, no."
"So is this an official interview?"
"No, I'm done broadcasting tonight."
"And what about tomorrow when you are back at the mic?"
"Stop being paranoid, Malfoy. I'm perfectly capable of having a private conversation without telling the world about it."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Are you and Hermione still together?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"She has been spending a lot of time with George this evening."
"Why do you care?"
"George is a friend of mine."
Draco eyed Lee with a raised eyebrow.
"Is he now? And exactly how close are the two of you?"
"Just answer the question."
"Yes, me and Hermione are still together."
"And this is not a threesome thing?"
"Definitely not, Lee. This is more a case of George being Hermione's pet for the night. He apparently can't be left alone."
"Iris dumped him, didn't she?"
"Nothing gets past you tonight."
"Crap. That wasn't supposed to happen."
"What was supposed to happen?"
"You know. Him and her skipping into the sunset together. Him finally getting his happily ever after. She was so sweet and innocent. She would have been good for him."
"In my experience, broken people belong with other broken people. The sweet and innocent can't handle the darkness."
"Iris was so different from the rest of us. Can you believe she didn't know a single person killed in the wars."
"How is that even possible?"
"She was Australian."
"I see."
"So what will happen to him now?"
"My guess is that Hermione will keep an eye on him. She has a thing for helping hopeless cases."
"And you're Ok with that?"
"Contrary to popular belief I don't have her imperiused. It is up to her really. I would have a problem if their relationship became non-platonic, but so far so good."
"Maybe she has you imperiused."
"You're not the first one to suggest that."
The two of them watched as Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Pansy and George laughed about something or other.
"You're not too bad, Malfoy. Maybe there is hope for this world of ours."
"Let's not get over optimistic here."
"Does he know that the two of you are together?"
"Yes. He has declared his hate for me several times today. Why? Do you want him for yourself?"
Lee didn't answer. Just kept watching the group.
"Well, there is hope for you mate. I distinctly heard him say 'witches are the worst' yesterday."
Then Draco patted Lee on the back and left. He had spotted Theo at the bar, beckoning him over.
When Draco got to the bar he leaned upon the counter and asked Theo:
"So is this where you give me the keys to your Ferrari."
"You know where I keep them. Just get them yourself."
"I just might."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I don't know. Don't you have a birthday coming up?"
"I do, and I would love my ferrari back."
"I'll try to find enough wrapping paper to cover it."
"I believe there is some in the cupboard where we keep the brooms."
"Do I get a drink them?"
"No. No drink for you, Draco. You need to go dance with your girlfriend."
"Why?"
"The next song is 'your song'."
"What are you talking about. We don't have a song."
"Just humor me. Go."
Draco left and headed for the group of friends. They were reminiscing and telling Pansy about something that had happened at the Burrow when they were kids. Pansy looked less than impressed. Draco slid his arm around Hermione and projected towards her.
+ Is there any chance you would like to dance with me? +
Just as he said it the next song began. It was a slow one and he recognised it. Theo was right. They did have a song. Hermione turned towards him and he saw that she, too, recognised the song.
"Let's go."
The two of them entered the dance floor as the singer started.
...
With thestrals flying across the water beyond,
the bottles are empty, gone is the wine.
With the stars hidden by dark clouds above,
Your eyes see the truth hidden in mine.
...
They fell into each others arms and swayed together on the dancefloor for all to see. Minister of Magic Hermione Granger was not ashamed of her ex-Death Eater boyfriend and refused to keep him hidden. She lay her head on his shoulder and enjoyed his arms around her. He smelled divine.
+ Did you know they were about to play this song? +
+ Theo warned me. He called it 'our song'. +
+ I suppose it is. I do remember drunkenly dancing with you to this song once. Many many weeks ago. +
+ I wasn't drunk that night. I just wanted to dance with you. +
+ It was nice. +
+ Yes, it was. +
+ So where have you been? I have barely seen you all night. +
+ I've been around. Lee Jordan asked me if you had dumped me for the puppy. +
+ Lee Jordan asked you? Interesting. +
+ How so? +
+ They almost dated a while back. But Lee thought it would hurt his career to date George. +
+ Why? +
+ George has a bit of a reputation. +
+ You don't say. +
+ I'm sorry, Draco. I know I've kept him with me all night. I just don't want to see him relapse and end up in St. Mungos. +
+ I know. I'm handling it. +
+ Very well, I might add. Not a single tantrum about me spending time with an ex. +
+ I am realistic enough to know that if I force you to choose between me and your friends there is a good chance you won't choose me. +
+ Didn't you say something similar about me and books at some point? That given the choice I would always choose a book. Just how low do you think you are on my priority list? +
+ As long as I never ask you to choose, I can live in the lie that you would always choose me. +
+ It's not a lie. I absolutely would choose you. I like you quite a lot, you know. +
+ I think there is a chance I slightly more than just like you. +
+ Does that mean I get to keep you? +
+ For as long as you like. +
+ Maybe there is a 'happily ever after' in this story of mine after all. +
+ I would like there to be. You deserve one of those. +
+ I might be quite busy for the coming while though. I seem to have signed up for a new job now, and I bet it's going to take up a lot of my time. +
+ I suspected as much so I accepted Potter's offer. +
+ His name is Harry. +
+ I know. +
+ So you're an Auror now? +
+ I think so. +
+ How very respectable of you. +
+ You had a very convincing argument earlier. That you are probably going to need someone to look after you now that you are Minister of Magic. An Auror of your own. +
+ And I would definitely prefer my Auror to be a handsome one. +
+ I believe that is exactly the word that Witch Weekly used to describe me. +
+ You can keep me safe. You always have. +
+ Getting you out of trouble is one of my favourite hobbies and I will keep doing it for as long as you want me to. +
Together they listened to the song as it neared its conclusion. Just the two of them. Tomorrow they would get out there and tackle the world and it's problems. But they would do it together, and along with all of their friends. Tomorrow did not scare them.
...
Don't ask the merman where he hides his gold
Don't ask the dragons, they will never tell.
Don't follow the niffler, his treasure is not yours,
I am your treasure and this is where it all ends well.
...
Let us hide here by the ocean as life passes by.
Let us only tell our secrets to the sea.
Let us fly with the thestrals to the lands beyond time.
My tears turn to emeralds under our willow tree.
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Authors note [last updated feb 2019]
Thank you for reading this story of mine all the way from beginng to end. It is flattering that you liked it enough to be reading these final words :-) If you found some grammatical errors along the way (or logistics errors) then feel free to either ignore them or send me a message so I can take care of those. I tried, but I am sure there are plenty that slipped passed me (I am not a native speaker) :-)
A few things I have learned from this experience:
1) I probably posted it too fast. As one of my early readers pointed out, this story has received rather few comments (which almost made her not want to read it). Many other stories receive a whole plethera of comments asking the author to keep writing and to please post another chapter. I got none of those types of comments since the story was fully written and ready before I started posting. I have learned that number of comments here on FF may not always corelate with the quality of a story and I have started to klick on stories with few comments and few likes because they just might be hidden gemms.
2) I understand why some authors post one chapter at a time and beg for people to like and comment. It can be easier to keep motivated if you know people are reading your story. There were times when my writing process was very slow. At the same time I am happy I did not start posting untill I was finished. I went back and rewrote bits and pieces several times in order for things to fit better, flow better and for all the minor side stories to make more sence.
3) I have zero idea about how to promote a story or gain readers. Whatever, I don't really mind. I wrote this because I thought it was a good story and it just would not leave me alone. If I like it then that should be enough. Right? At the same time; feel free to tell your friends if you liked it.
4) Despite all of the above I doubt I will change my own reading habits. This means I will continue to read completed stories and disregard half-finished stories on this site. Shame on me :-)
5) I have started working on an epilogue to this story. It may possibly become a sequel though, I don't know. It may end up being called "Reflections on Nargles" andnit may revolve a bit around Luna, but has lots of apearences from other characters. I have started writing it but it is a slow process.
6) I have started writing another new story but it is far from finished (ca 5000 words so far). I probably won't be posting anything before it is completed (again), but yes, there is hope that this won't be The last thing I post. A small hope ;-)
7) I feel I should say something about my choice of "villan" for this story. I contenplated picking someone well known from the original books or someone close to one of the other candidates but in the end I decided to write it this way because I found it more realistic. There are a lot of crimes commited in this world of ours that leave the victim asking "why? what did I do to deserve this?" and much to often one is left without sattisfying answers. That is life for you. Thoroughly confusing and unsatisfying.
8) I am going to continue fixing some of those spelling errors at some point when I have time (those that have been pointed outto me atleast). i know the text will probably never be completly clean, but I am going to try to get it a bit cleaner. I could try to use the excuse that English is my third language (out of a few more) but that is no excuse!
9) Did you notice that my story passes the Bechdel test?
10) And to those of you who have liked and commented: Thank you! It always makes me happy to see that I am not the only one in love with these characters and their messed up lives :-)
Authors note 2 [november 2019]
It brings such a warm (and surprised) feeling when my inbox suddenly starts filling up with reviews. Such kind ones. Seems like I am not the only fan of these characters and their adventures. Weirdly each and every review had the hashtag #UTRSD and it took me hours before I figured out that my story was nominated in an "Under the radar" reading event in the Facebook group Strictly Dramione. What an honor! I am speachless.
I should of course say: I deeply apolpgize that this story has never been beta-ed. If someone feels up to the challange then feel free to contact me. I know there are still errors in there.
I should also say that the sequel ("Reflections on Nargles") is slooooooowly getting written. It is all plotted, I just spend too much time reading FF a ndn otenough time writing.
To whomever nominated me to the #UTRSD event: Thank you! I have now requested access to the Strictly Dramione facebook group and if they let me in then I will see you all around there!
Thank you for reading! And thank you for all the reviews!