Part IV- The Dangerous Liaison
"And special mention should be given to Hermione Granger for her excellent homework, but Harry Potter is awarded 5 house points for an outstanding piece of work."
Harry's head snapped up as looked around at Hermione. She looked a little startled; she was the one who had helped him after all. He grinned apologetically at her.
"Let me read you an extract…The Isis Principle is based on two separate theories that were only brought together by accident in 1648 by Professor Gertrude Stewart, who also founded the Merton Magical History Trust -also known as Druid Founded Society-, which has branched out since then- to Hampton Wick, New Malden, West Bromley, Chessington, high street Kensington, high street Potters Barr…"
The shrill sound of the bell caused a relieved clatter of chairs.
"Now, I expect that your permission slips are beginning to arrive, so I will start collecting them this lunchtime. You can come and find my office or me in the staff room…oh and please do not give it to me while you see me in the corridors, as it will not be accepted. That is all."
The Hufflepuffs and Grifindors poured out of the open door into the quickly-filling hallway.
"Whassmatter Harry?" Ron asked as they exited.
"You couldn't get your slip, could you?" Hermione said quietly, knowing how much Harry wanted to go on the trip to Chessington.
"Never mind Harry, we'll stay here with you." Ron stated resignedly. "Most of the day is going to be spent at the stupid D.F.Society museum thingy anyway. We only get to go to the theme park at the end. It's only a couple of rides and a muggle zoo." Ron added, trying to compress his excitement as they entered the commonroom.
Harry looked touched. "Thanks Ron. That's really nice of you, but I'm going to find a way. All of you are going, aren't you?" He said looking dolefully at Seamus, Dean and Neville, who they had joined in their usual corner. Harry brightened up for a second. "… Hey! Gred! Can you Forge me a…I mean- Fred, can you forge me a note…" He blushed as Fred came jogging over.
"Hi Harry, jolly good to see you- did you want something?"
Harry shot a deathly look to Hermione, Dean, Seamus and Neville, who were trying to stifle their laughter without much success. "I was just wondering if you could lend me a hand with some forgery." Harry said carefully, watching to see if Fred has heard his previous mistake. "Hang on, I'll get the skill behind our operations…"
The red-haired boy turned and called to his twin. "Oi, Forge! Stop flirting with Katie and get over here!" George turned away from his animated conversation with Lee and Katie, and joined his brother, raising his eyebrows expectedly.
"Our young man Harry here, was wondering if Gred would Forge for him. But I told him that only George could Forge as he normally did for Gred as Fred's Forge is far surpassed by Forge, who could, unlike Fred, Forge for England."
They were all laughing hysterically at this point, except Harry, whose blush deepened, knowing that he had been heard. Nobody ever called George, Forge, but Fred. It was a pet name, which had almost acquired some kind of status. A right in itself. Not even Lee called them by Gred and Forge- it just sounded kind of crude. Like calling your parents by their real names to their face for the first time.
"And apparently, Gred could talk for England." George shot back grinning, before turning to Harry. "Yeah, I'm sure we can fit you into our busy schedule. What do you want us to forge?"
"I need a permission slip for a trip to Chessington."
"You mean the theme park?"
"Yeah, but after a visit to the D.F Society history museum."
Fred wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ughh! Museum."
George looked overly offended. "Gred! Museums are a necessary part of education." He said turning up his nose. "And they give you time off school…And think of the Quiddich museum in Bath…"
"…with the snitch made of pure gold. And the Science museum in London…" Fred added.
"…with the cool Launch Pad room. And the Matthew Corbett Joke and Puppet museum…"
"…with the…*really* *stupid* yellow teddy."
"Oh, but that cousin Scampy! He was cool!"
Ron, Seamus and Neville were looking at the twins with blank faces as if they thought Fred and George had lost their marbles, which wasn't anything new. The rest of them grinned in remembrance of their childhood.
"How do you know about the muggle museums?" Dean asked, still smiling.
"Oh, they were school trips organised by Professor Kennedy. She was weird like that; she wanted us to appreciate muggles and stuff..." Goerge replied.
"…But she left years ago, to go back to her teaching career in Australia."
Harry glanced over at Draco while scrubbing at his hair with a towel. They both seemed to have the same idea because they were lingering in the Quiddich changing room, waiting for the other students to leave. Harry was surprised that they could manage to come to a mutual decision a whole week after the library incident; they hadn't spoken a word to each other since.
Harry had exited the Griffindor room with his hair soaking wet and by the time only Draco was left with him, the towel was discarded on a nearby bench and the hair was sticking about in its usual fashion. Watching the Slytherin keeper leave, Draco looked over at Harry with a certain desperation. The black-haired boy sensed his need and seated himself on the bench, awaiting the forthcoming conversation. It could reveal many things- you could never tell with their conversations, judging on the previous encounters.
Harry could see Draco looking anxious and thoughtful at the same time, as if he had something big to tell. He let him have his silence to find the words.
Finally, Draco sat down beside Harry and said, "You waited."
Harry thought about this. Did it mean he waited for the room to be cleared or he gave time to Draco for figuring out his words? It didn't matter too much; they equated to about the same thing. Harry was willing to hear Draco out.
"Are you going to tell me now?"
Draco bowed his head in response, as though he truly felt sorry for skirting round the question. Maybe he did, because the 'big thing' that he had to tell, came out in a rush to make up for it.
"I got a new batch."
"…Of pills" Draco added, in an attempt to resolve Harry's silence. "You know. The pills…remember."
Harry was still quiet.
"Well?"
"Malfoy, are you going to tell me what's wrong? I don't know what the pills are about, and if you don't tell me then I can't help you."
"I don't want your help." Draco said automatically, in a flat voice.
"Fine! I don't know why you didn't just ask one of you friends, instead of dragging me into this."
'I did not drag you into this, you bastard' Draco thought furiously. 'I didn't ask for your attention.' But he kept his stubborn silence and Harry was forced to continue angrily.
"If you're not even going to act maturely and actually communicate with me, then I'm going back to my commonroom!"
He waited a little longer. "Malfoy, why do you insist on being a complete git?"
He turned once more to glance at the other boy before he swept out of the changing rooms. Draco didn't even raise his eyes.
Harry felt a little stupid waiting in the darkened stairwell. It was like those role-play games he used to play when he was younger; he would be the secret detective with the fancy gadgets, waiting for the enemy to walk past unsuspecting. Then would be the capture- except that never happened because Harry didn't have any friends. The only kids who took notice of him were Dudley's gang and that was only because they wanted to pound his brain in- the rest of the kinds kept well away, afraid to show any recognition that Harry existed. And he wasn't Bond this time. He wasn't even waiting for a real enemy to be precise. He was just Harry Potter, feeling quite ridiculous hiding in the shadows.
A white-blond head appeared at the top of the stairs and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Checking to see that the boy was alone, he called out softly.
"Malfoy! It's me."
Draco looked slightly irritated that Harry would disturb him in his night-time excursion; the only time he felt at ease with himself.
"What do you want Potter?"
Harry jogged up the narrow spiral staircase.
"And how did you know I would be out and about at this time?"
Harry didn't want to tell him that he had been watching Draco take his nightly walks on the Marauders Map ever since they had slept in the same bed. Firstly, it sounded daft and secondly, he didn't want to tell him about the map, so instead he answered the first question.
"I wanted to apologise for calling you a git earlier."
Well, in truth, it wasn't really this. Harry had called Draco a git many times before, but after replaying the earlier conversation in his mind, Harry had begun to feel really bad. It was true that Draco had not dragged him into anything. He had insisted on knowing even though Draco had been reluctant to tell. And the worst thing he had said was about Draco confiding in his friends. How insensitive- he knew that sharing your inner most thoughts with Crabbe or Goyle would not be the wisest thing to do. And Draco didn't seem to have any real friends, like Ron and Hermione were to him.
"I was angry- and I'm sorry."
Draco didn't react at first. Then he descended the stairs and backed up in the stairwell. Harry followed and took the space next to Draco, which seemed to be reserved for him.
"Potter. I want to tell some-body, but I'm not going to. I don't even know how or why I'm talking to you. You're not only a Griffindor but you're you." Harry looked annoyed. "This thing is mad. We haven't said a word to each other in all our years at Hogwarts without intention of malice, and I'm suddenly supposed to use your shoulder to cry on…Well, Malfoy's don't cry. Especially not on their sworn enemies." Draco appeared to notice the absurdity of his words and smiled lightly.
Harry returned the smile of knowledge that they shared this insanity, but couldn't resist in adding, "You did offer me friendship on several occasions. No malice in that."
Draco rolled is eyes.
"So…what about these pills then?"
With a sigh Draco shifted his position against the stone wall and lent on his other elbow. "I shouldn't be telling you…I… I don't know. I presume you're going to worm it out of me sometime, so I might as well spill now and save myself a lot of trouble." He spoke with a slightly jesting tone, but Harry could hear the tremble in his voice. "…I've been having troubles with sleeping. Most of the time I can't sleep and when I do, it is dreamless. Then other times I have nightmares." He paused without looking across at Harry. His pale fingers were entwined in themselves. "My father took me to see his friend- a doctor- who prescribed me pills to take care of it: depression, insomnia… That's it really."
Harry spoke gently, "What were the nightmares about."
Draco would not look at the other boy even though he did answer in a whisper. "I…get raped."
Harry took a sharp intake of breath.
In answer to the question hanging in the air, Draco choked out; "I was sexually abused several years back."
He turned his head away, refusing to let tears fall.
"But I don't want pity." He suddenly hissed, furiously, spinning to look Harry straight in the eye. "That's not why I told you…I don't know why I told you really."
Harry felt like reaching out, but refrained. "But I'm glad you did."
"…Yeah…" Drcao mumbled and sniffed. He didn't actually feel any better at all. In fact, he felt like reaching for his exquisitely carved Malfoy family dagger at this moment and hurting things- including himself. He sneered at nothing in particular and felt his mood improve a little for it. "I got the new batch yesterday. My father sent an owl to me privately. Apparently the old pills are not as good so I should start taking the new ones when I run out."
"Bit of a hassle then?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"They will give more intense side-effects."
"What, like sleepwalking? Bumping into famous enemies and ending up sleeping in the same bed?"
Draco half-smiled. "I won't be able to play Quiddich for a while and I can't go to the museum next month. It's too risky."
"Does Dumbledore not know about this?"
"He has no idea. I think he may suspect though- I mean Lucius usually allows me anything, including going on some stupid museum trip."
They lapsed into silence.
It was getting lighter now. The sky appeared ochre through the window arches and let in it's soft, buttery light. Draco noticed Harry's eyes sparkling in this light; catching the rays and looking a little out of place in the pastel glow, like a blot of florescent orange on a Laura-Ashley floral print dress.
"I can't go either." Harry broke the silence.
"Oh?"
"Nobody can sign my slip- but I've asked Fred to forge me one. Although they won't believe that my uncle signed it so I don't know why I bother."
"We'll be the only losers left in this bloody school."
The silence reared its head again, but this time you could almost hear the cogs turning in both their minds. Hmmm…we'll be the only losers in this bloody school.
"I'd better be off before they realise I'm gone." Harry made a move to leave and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Draco's armed pressed against his chest, barring his exit, and his other hand over Harry's mouth. His eyes widened . He was about to exclaim 'Draco, what are you doing?' through his covered mouth, when he saw Peeves float past. They stayed in that position; pressed up in the stairwell until Peeves rounded the corner, Draco's flesh, a soft coldness against his face. Letting out a sigh of relief, Draco removed his contact with Harry. Their breaths were erratic after that little encounter.
Harry turned and gave Draco a tiny grin as thanks, then left the shadows and climbed the stairs, yawning prettily.
We'll be the only losers in this bloody school.
We'll be the only losers.
A/N: Thank you for reviewing…
Mon Petit Starfish (you know why), GentleWaterSoul (*grins* Thanks), Sarvihaara (I'm glad you said that- I thought I was pushing it a bit far) Starburst, Elfgirl, Prongs, Ceitlin Malefoy, Aikan, Metro rules, Raggona, Lindsay Beth (*giggles* Thank you for all your support!), Tinuviel182, Just Silver, Cat Samwise, Crystal (Oh, go on! ;), SpBuffy, Dremer, Lelio (ok then :), Tani (moody teenager? Draco!- never! *he made me say that*) Cali, Padfoot Lover, Persephone, and Tani (inspiration, yay!)
Hmmmmmm, maybe I should get a beta-reader? I am terrible at spotting mistakes. If you, by any chance, are interested, please email me ([email protected]) or leave a note in your review (if you review *flutters eyelashes*) [BTSF- would you?- I don't want you to feel pressured or anything though]
Thanks for being so patient with me :) I know it's really short and nothing happens. Oh well.
~finite
"And special mention should be given to Hermione Granger for her excellent homework, but Harry Potter is awarded 5 house points for an outstanding piece of work."
Harry's head snapped up as looked around at Hermione. She looked a little startled; she was the one who had helped him after all. He grinned apologetically at her.
"Let me read you an extract…The Isis Principle is based on two separate theories that were only brought together by accident in 1648 by Professor Gertrude Stewart, who also founded the Merton Magical History Trust -also known as Druid Founded Society-, which has branched out since then- to Hampton Wick, New Malden, West Bromley, Chessington, high street Kensington, high street Potters Barr…"
The shrill sound of the bell caused a relieved clatter of chairs.
"Now, I expect that your permission slips are beginning to arrive, so I will start collecting them this lunchtime. You can come and find my office or me in the staff room…oh and please do not give it to me while you see me in the corridors, as it will not be accepted. That is all."
The Hufflepuffs and Grifindors poured out of the open door into the quickly-filling hallway.
"Whassmatter Harry?" Ron asked as they exited.
"You couldn't get your slip, could you?" Hermione said quietly, knowing how much Harry wanted to go on the trip to Chessington.
"Never mind Harry, we'll stay here with you." Ron stated resignedly. "Most of the day is going to be spent at the stupid D.F.Society museum thingy anyway. We only get to go to the theme park at the end. It's only a couple of rides and a muggle zoo." Ron added, trying to compress his excitement as they entered the commonroom.
Harry looked touched. "Thanks Ron. That's really nice of you, but I'm going to find a way. All of you are going, aren't you?" He said looking dolefully at Seamus, Dean and Neville, who they had joined in their usual corner. Harry brightened up for a second. "… Hey! Gred! Can you Forge me a…I mean- Fred, can you forge me a note…" He blushed as Fred came jogging over.
"Hi Harry, jolly good to see you- did you want something?"
Harry shot a deathly look to Hermione, Dean, Seamus and Neville, who were trying to stifle their laughter without much success. "I was just wondering if you could lend me a hand with some forgery." Harry said carefully, watching to see if Fred has heard his previous mistake. "Hang on, I'll get the skill behind our operations…"
The red-haired boy turned and called to his twin. "Oi, Forge! Stop flirting with Katie and get over here!" George turned away from his animated conversation with Lee and Katie, and joined his brother, raising his eyebrows expectedly.
"Our young man Harry here, was wondering if Gred would Forge for him. But I told him that only George could Forge as he normally did for Gred as Fred's Forge is far surpassed by Forge, who could, unlike Fred, Forge for England."
They were all laughing hysterically at this point, except Harry, whose blush deepened, knowing that he had been heard. Nobody ever called George, Forge, but Fred. It was a pet name, which had almost acquired some kind of status. A right in itself. Not even Lee called them by Gred and Forge- it just sounded kind of crude. Like calling your parents by their real names to their face for the first time.
"And apparently, Gred could talk for England." George shot back grinning, before turning to Harry. "Yeah, I'm sure we can fit you into our busy schedule. What do you want us to forge?"
"I need a permission slip for a trip to Chessington."
"You mean the theme park?"
"Yeah, but after a visit to the D.F Society history museum."
Fred wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ughh! Museum."
George looked overly offended. "Gred! Museums are a necessary part of education." He said turning up his nose. "And they give you time off school…And think of the Quiddich museum in Bath…"
"…with the snitch made of pure gold. And the Science museum in London…" Fred added.
"…with the cool Launch Pad room. And the Matthew Corbett Joke and Puppet museum…"
"…with the…*really* *stupid* yellow teddy."
"Oh, but that cousin Scampy! He was cool!"
Ron, Seamus and Neville were looking at the twins with blank faces as if they thought Fred and George had lost their marbles, which wasn't anything new. The rest of them grinned in remembrance of their childhood.
"How do you know about the muggle museums?" Dean asked, still smiling.
"Oh, they were school trips organised by Professor Kennedy. She was weird like that; she wanted us to appreciate muggles and stuff..." Goerge replied.
"…But she left years ago, to go back to her teaching career in Australia."
Harry glanced over at Draco while scrubbing at his hair with a towel. They both seemed to have the same idea because they were lingering in the Quiddich changing room, waiting for the other students to leave. Harry was surprised that they could manage to come to a mutual decision a whole week after the library incident; they hadn't spoken a word to each other since.
Harry had exited the Griffindor room with his hair soaking wet and by the time only Draco was left with him, the towel was discarded on a nearby bench and the hair was sticking about in its usual fashion. Watching the Slytherin keeper leave, Draco looked over at Harry with a certain desperation. The black-haired boy sensed his need and seated himself on the bench, awaiting the forthcoming conversation. It could reveal many things- you could never tell with their conversations, judging on the previous encounters.
Harry could see Draco looking anxious and thoughtful at the same time, as if he had something big to tell. He let him have his silence to find the words.
Finally, Draco sat down beside Harry and said, "You waited."
Harry thought about this. Did it mean he waited for the room to be cleared or he gave time to Draco for figuring out his words? It didn't matter too much; they equated to about the same thing. Harry was willing to hear Draco out.
"Are you going to tell me now?"
Draco bowed his head in response, as though he truly felt sorry for skirting round the question. Maybe he did, because the 'big thing' that he had to tell, came out in a rush to make up for it.
"I got a new batch."
"…Of pills" Draco added, in an attempt to resolve Harry's silence. "You know. The pills…remember."
Harry was still quiet.
"Well?"
"Malfoy, are you going to tell me what's wrong? I don't know what the pills are about, and if you don't tell me then I can't help you."
"I don't want your help." Draco said automatically, in a flat voice.
"Fine! I don't know why you didn't just ask one of you friends, instead of dragging me into this."
'I did not drag you into this, you bastard' Draco thought furiously. 'I didn't ask for your attention.' But he kept his stubborn silence and Harry was forced to continue angrily.
"If you're not even going to act maturely and actually communicate with me, then I'm going back to my commonroom!"
He waited a little longer. "Malfoy, why do you insist on being a complete git?"
He turned once more to glance at the other boy before he swept out of the changing rooms. Draco didn't even raise his eyes.
Harry felt a little stupid waiting in the darkened stairwell. It was like those role-play games he used to play when he was younger; he would be the secret detective with the fancy gadgets, waiting for the enemy to walk past unsuspecting. Then would be the capture- except that never happened because Harry didn't have any friends. The only kids who took notice of him were Dudley's gang and that was only because they wanted to pound his brain in- the rest of the kinds kept well away, afraid to show any recognition that Harry existed. And he wasn't Bond this time. He wasn't even waiting for a real enemy to be precise. He was just Harry Potter, feeling quite ridiculous hiding in the shadows.
A white-blond head appeared at the top of the stairs and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Checking to see that the boy was alone, he called out softly.
"Malfoy! It's me."
Draco looked slightly irritated that Harry would disturb him in his night-time excursion; the only time he felt at ease with himself.
"What do you want Potter?"
Harry jogged up the narrow spiral staircase.
"And how did you know I would be out and about at this time?"
Harry didn't want to tell him that he had been watching Draco take his nightly walks on the Marauders Map ever since they had slept in the same bed. Firstly, it sounded daft and secondly, he didn't want to tell him about the map, so instead he answered the first question.
"I wanted to apologise for calling you a git earlier."
Well, in truth, it wasn't really this. Harry had called Draco a git many times before, but after replaying the earlier conversation in his mind, Harry had begun to feel really bad. It was true that Draco had not dragged him into anything. He had insisted on knowing even though Draco had been reluctant to tell. And the worst thing he had said was about Draco confiding in his friends. How insensitive- he knew that sharing your inner most thoughts with Crabbe or Goyle would not be the wisest thing to do. And Draco didn't seem to have any real friends, like Ron and Hermione were to him.
"I was angry- and I'm sorry."
Draco didn't react at first. Then he descended the stairs and backed up in the stairwell. Harry followed and took the space next to Draco, which seemed to be reserved for him.
"Potter. I want to tell some-body, but I'm not going to. I don't even know how or why I'm talking to you. You're not only a Griffindor but you're you." Harry looked annoyed. "This thing is mad. We haven't said a word to each other in all our years at Hogwarts without intention of malice, and I'm suddenly supposed to use your shoulder to cry on…Well, Malfoy's don't cry. Especially not on their sworn enemies." Draco appeared to notice the absurdity of his words and smiled lightly.
Harry returned the smile of knowledge that they shared this insanity, but couldn't resist in adding, "You did offer me friendship on several occasions. No malice in that."
Draco rolled is eyes.
"So…what about these pills then?"
With a sigh Draco shifted his position against the stone wall and lent on his other elbow. "I shouldn't be telling you…I… I don't know. I presume you're going to worm it out of me sometime, so I might as well spill now and save myself a lot of trouble." He spoke with a slightly jesting tone, but Harry could hear the tremble in his voice. "…I've been having troubles with sleeping. Most of the time I can't sleep and when I do, it is dreamless. Then other times I have nightmares." He paused without looking across at Harry. His pale fingers were entwined in themselves. "My father took me to see his friend- a doctor- who prescribed me pills to take care of it: depression, insomnia… That's it really."
Harry spoke gently, "What were the nightmares about."
Draco would not look at the other boy even though he did answer in a whisper. "I…get raped."
Harry took a sharp intake of breath.
In answer to the question hanging in the air, Draco choked out; "I was sexually abused several years back."
He turned his head away, refusing to let tears fall.
"But I don't want pity." He suddenly hissed, furiously, spinning to look Harry straight in the eye. "That's not why I told you…I don't know why I told you really."
Harry felt like reaching out, but refrained. "But I'm glad you did."
"…Yeah…" Drcao mumbled and sniffed. He didn't actually feel any better at all. In fact, he felt like reaching for his exquisitely carved Malfoy family dagger at this moment and hurting things- including himself. He sneered at nothing in particular and felt his mood improve a little for it. "I got the new batch yesterday. My father sent an owl to me privately. Apparently the old pills are not as good so I should start taking the new ones when I run out."
"Bit of a hassle then?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"They will give more intense side-effects."
"What, like sleepwalking? Bumping into famous enemies and ending up sleeping in the same bed?"
Draco half-smiled. "I won't be able to play Quiddich for a while and I can't go to the museum next month. It's too risky."
"Does Dumbledore not know about this?"
"He has no idea. I think he may suspect though- I mean Lucius usually allows me anything, including going on some stupid museum trip."
They lapsed into silence.
It was getting lighter now. The sky appeared ochre through the window arches and let in it's soft, buttery light. Draco noticed Harry's eyes sparkling in this light; catching the rays and looking a little out of place in the pastel glow, like a blot of florescent orange on a Laura-Ashley floral print dress.
"I can't go either." Harry broke the silence.
"Oh?"
"Nobody can sign my slip- but I've asked Fred to forge me one. Although they won't believe that my uncle signed it so I don't know why I bother."
"We'll be the only losers left in this bloody school."
The silence reared its head again, but this time you could almost hear the cogs turning in both their minds. Hmmm…we'll be the only losers in this bloody school.
"I'd better be off before they realise I'm gone." Harry made a move to leave and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Draco's armed pressed against his chest, barring his exit, and his other hand over Harry's mouth. His eyes widened . He was about to exclaim 'Draco, what are you doing?' through his covered mouth, when he saw Peeves float past. They stayed in that position; pressed up in the stairwell until Peeves rounded the corner, Draco's flesh, a soft coldness against his face. Letting out a sigh of relief, Draco removed his contact with Harry. Their breaths were erratic after that little encounter.
Harry turned and gave Draco a tiny grin as thanks, then left the shadows and climbed the stairs, yawning prettily.
We'll be the only losers in this bloody school.
We'll be the only losers.
A/N: Thank you for reviewing…
Mon Petit Starfish (you know why), GentleWaterSoul (*grins* Thanks), Sarvihaara (I'm glad you said that- I thought I was pushing it a bit far) Starburst, Elfgirl, Prongs, Ceitlin Malefoy, Aikan, Metro rules, Raggona, Lindsay Beth (*giggles* Thank you for all your support!), Tinuviel182, Just Silver, Cat Samwise, Crystal (Oh, go on! ;), SpBuffy, Dremer, Lelio (ok then :), Tani (moody teenager? Draco!- never! *he made me say that*) Cali, Padfoot Lover, Persephone, and Tani (inspiration, yay!)
Hmmmmmm, maybe I should get a beta-reader? I am terrible at spotting mistakes. If you, by any chance, are interested, please email me ([email protected]) or leave a note in your review (if you review *flutters eyelashes*) [BTSF- would you?- I don't want you to feel pressured or anything though]
Thanks for being so patient with me :) I know it's really short and nothing happens. Oh well.
~finite