nice

steamy

Your fic, if that is what you would prefer to call this hideous excresence belched up from the fiery pits of Hell, is without a doubt the worst, nay, the most vile and putrid, excuse for a tale that has ever violated my virgin, pureblood eyeballs. First of all, it is about Ron Weasley, that dimwitted, inbred troll-magnet, whose intellect is as bankrupt as his Gringott's Vault. Secondly, you failed to mention that he smells of cabbage, and thirdly, you saw fit to dwell upon his torrid romance with the Mudblooded excuse for a bush pig, Granger. Thanks to your florid descriptions of their sweaty grapplings, Mrs-Weasley1, I wound up sicking up the quite expensive caviar lunch my Father bought me at the Three Broomsticks this afternoon. I demand a refund for you for the cost of my meal. That'll be six galleons and a knut, and if you ever show your netspeaking face around here again, I'll beat you to death with a toffee hammer. Yrs with fondest regards, etc. and so on, signed Draco Hephaustus Lucius Thomas St. John D'Arcy Malfoy, The Third.

good, very good, but are u ever going to finish it?

Lovely Story, you are very good at these "steamy" scenes. Well, keep writing, and I hope that Ron doesn't hurt Hermione too badly..

Aw..sweet! Sweet and cute! Great job!