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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
SM ~ |
3,442 | 4 |
| 2 |
RW The War did not belong to me, but I still- somehow- seemed to belong to it. |
5,095 | 2 |
| 3 |
SM Perhaps she had something else to say to me that was not about Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration... |
2,793 | 3 |
| 4 |
RW 'You asked me for a dance later, I'm asking for a chat now.' |
5,945 | 5 |
| 5 |
SM I’d fucked up: I really had fucked up. |
4,894 | 3 |
| 6 |
RW His voice filled my brain like some sticky, warped substance: his quiet ‘no.’ |
3,404 | 5 |
| 7 |
SM ‘Why don’t you just spit it out and call me Weasley like you want to? After all, that’s all we are, isn’t it, according to you?! One Weasley and one Malfoy, not two people who just want to—’ |
3,395 | 4 |
| 8 |
RW- Epilogue Five years later: |
7,069 | 3 |
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