A/N: Life's a bitch and apparently so am I. I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to update. I've been really busy, and believe it or not, life has been hectic (In some sort of unbelievable way). Anyway, I'm here now and I'm hoping to be a frequent updater. :D

If you couldn't tell, the characters are OOC, and so am I (..again)! I didn't put much into this chapter, I just couldn't concentrate that well. But all is good; at least you guys get your chapter 2. We're all somewhat happy!

A/N 2: fifespice I could tell you that, but then it would ruin part of the story. It should all work into the story. -Lucifers-Wings- Both Harry and Draco are 17. Their age plays a semi-important role in the story. Imarriedmalfoy I know I don't talk much about the characters, and it's really vague, but that's all part of the story. More information should be forthcoming in a few chapters. Draco is Harry's lover. And as to how Draco knows Harry, it is to be revealed… sooner or later.

Thanks to all my other reviewers, it meant a lot to me; even though if I were you, I'd be pissed at me. I'm a bad author, but atlas I updated, FINALLY! Please Review!

Chapter 2: Memoirs of a Lord

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Walking around bereft of the feelings that invaded me when Draco was around, I pondered on why I was left in a dour mood, while still concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other as not to trip and fall. Thinking back on it, I knew I was always somewhat clumsy. Being as it was always one of my most unfortunate flaws, my brain couldn't help but to comprehend and bring the memories flooding back to me...

Flashback

..Almost there…Just a little farther; the mantra I repeated over in my head as I heard the repetitive patter of shoes gaining on me. I couldn't get away. Getting beaten again was the only thing going through my mind and I couldn't allow it to happen. Not again. I just knew going to the park today was a bad idea. I should've paid more attention to that nagging feeling that was in the back of my head.

Thoughts replace with temporary pain, I felt someone lunge forward barely being able to knock into my shoulder. Stumbling, I quickly picked back up my pace aiming to run faster. Their bad aim and luck, it was all I had and could count on at this moment. I supported myself long enough to make it back to the front door of our recent house. My sides hurt, my stomach lurched and I felt faintly dizzy. Curling my arms around my stomach possessively I heaved, the dizziness coming in painful waves. Losing momentum and blinking rapidly to clear my vision, I began to sway, forgetting all about Dudley and his gang that was right behind me. How Dudley made friends so fast was beyond me. I let my eyes fall, closing them as if willing away my sad excuse of a life. I realized I didn't have time to let my thoughts wonder as I felt a punch to my jaw, another to my stomach and one to my skull. Trying but failing to stand, I fell onto my knees, submitting to the brutal beating. Another kick to my stomach had bile rising in my throat, knowing I had no help, I surrendered myself unconscious.

I wouldn't remember being tied down on my bed, getting another beating by Uncle Vernon while I was unconscious or throwing up on his shoes.

The solitude of my dreams didn't seem to last long. Before I could open my eyes, I was groaning in pain at the poking and prodding someone couldn't wait to subject me to. Pressing unto a tender spot caused me to jerk on the restraints, causing my chafed wrists to become rawer. The pain became too much and the last I thing I remember was coughing up blood before sleep reclaimed me.

The memories caused me to shiver involuntarily and I wrap my arms around myself. Hearing the crinkling of something coming from within my hand, I remembered the parchment I still held. Draco. His name provided me with images of our previous encounters. If I didn't know better, I would say the day had gotten brighter. His name was doing things to me. He was doing things to me. I just didn't know what. Why the hell is he having such an effect on me? I should be more in control of my hormones; however, with thinking of Draco, that seemed impossible. I could still remember how soft his lips were against mine. Thinking about it makes me feel better, but it scares me to think he could care so much about me when we've only just met.

Pushing my doubts to the back of my mind I unfolded the parchment, admiring the script that adorned the page. Pausing in my merriment to actual read what was scrawled down..

My beloved Harry,

I've been called away. Hopefully not for long, as I wish to see you again. Tonight I would like to escort you to dinner. Please allow me to do so and meet me at the fountain in the center of town. If you would like to change into more accommodating clothing; Pansy and Blaise should be around somewhere. They'll help you. If this letter comes off abrupt and rude, I apologize, as I don't mean it to do so.

I know you doubt my feelings for you, but I wish you wouldn't worry, but that would be impossible; you're a worry wart. This poem states a few things that no one but you would ever hear me say. Take pride in my feelings for you, for you are the only person that I will ever hold affections for.

You are so amazing

When I look into your eyes

I feel nothing but cravings

You make me feel so ecstatic

Chills rush down my spine

My heart beats fast

I feel warmth throughout my body

All I hope for is just one kiss

Your sweet lips against mine

My arms around you

Holding you until the end of time(1)

Truly yours,

-Draco

Blushing furiously, I reread the letter again, over and over. Reddening even more, I contemplated over whether I should go or not. He's been so nice…and sweet to me. Thinking about it, I realized he was only person I knew anyway, so the decision hadn't been too hard.

Now to find this Pansy and Blaise; I hope it isn't too hard.

The sound of leaves crunching brought me out of my meditated state. Glancing around I didn't see anyone, until something clicked in my mind and my eyes narrowed to the small alcove besides a tall building; I saw two shadowed figures standing. Being careful, I started to walk forward, but before I could get close enough, the two cloaked people stepped out of the alleyway. I stopped short of them, hearing them bickering over something. My ears perked up and I stayed silent to catch onto the last few words of the sentence.

One of the figures that seemed to be a female rambled on, "...believe Draco.. miss him. Looks like a disappointment. I just want him back."

The other cloaked figure, which was obviously male decided to introduce himself to me, ignoring the girl completely, "The name's Blaise." He said it slickly, leading me to shudder halfheartedly. Reaching out his hand to shake mine, I complied. His hands were smooth; although, bit calloused. He held my hand gently. Instead of the inevitable shake that I predicted, He bent his head slowly, eyes locked with mine, and pressed his lips to the back of my hand. Cold and unwanted was the words that flashed before me. It felt so wrong to have him touch me and I couldn't understand why.

Trying to pull my hand from the grasp he'd taken, he simply pulled me forward into an embrace that made me tense. If he noticed, I couldn't tell, but I was uncomfortable being pressed up against his chest. "And what's your name?" He asked me, purring. Putting my hands against his chest to push away, I noticed how defined his muscles were which offhandedly caused my cheeks to tinge pink. He must've noticed, because the composed look on his face masked its way into a smirk.

"…H-harry," I choked.

The look on his face would have been amusing if the situation had been less unnerving. His hands loosened their hold on me and I immediately took solace of the cool air that enveloped me. My skin was tingling from my nerves jumping and pricking at my skin. As quickly as he let his façade fade, he rebuilt his stoic mask, becoming another emotionless face. Standing by, Pansy who had watched the whole scene gave an unladylike snort, but looked at me with a bit of awe. She stepped up to me, and stood there, giving me the once over, before stating her name and telling me to follow her.

Trudging behind Pansy, as Blaise strutted behind me, I couldn't think. I felt his eyes on my back, devouring the sight in regard. Uncomfortable. A new word to describe being in the same vicinity with Blaise. To say I liked these people would have been a lie. Bluntly spoken, they made me jittery. Why would Draco tell them to help me? He obviously knew how they were. Bored and tired from the walking, I decided to make small talk with Pansy; Blaise still made me feel awkward.

"Do you know where we're going?"

A grunt and ten minutes later, was the answer I got to my question.

Stepping into a pub, I immediately felt all stares turn towards us; me. Unconsciously I stepped towards Blaise and he wrapped an arm around my waist possessively. My mind didn't register the discomfort that I happened to feel. Eyes seemed to widen when Blaise held me close to him as we walked; people began to murmur. As I turned to Blaise, he simply raised an eyebrow, before guiding me to the back of the tavern, towards a fireplace. Unknowingly to me he tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me snug against side.

Thrusting some green powder into my hand, Pansy instructed me to follow her; I did so willingly, breaking away from Blaise, and retreating from the stares. Telling me to copy what she did, I looked as she walked into the fireplace threw the powder on the ground and yelled 'Malfoy Manor'. I became shocked as she disappeared in a swirl of green. Quick thoughts ran through my head, but were soon penetrated by the fiery stares burning into my back. As quickly as my feet allowed, I entered the fire place, took a deep breath and did as Pansy told me. I was gone in a swirl of green.

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(Draco's POV)

Imbeciles, the lot of them. Who did they take me for? I'm a Malfoy, an aristocrat at that. I have spies all over this bloody castle. Shit. Shit. SHIT!

Walking into the council room, all bodies stood in respect as I strode to the head of the table and sat. Not bothering to wave them to sit, I decided to find out who betrayed me. I wanted to know. I needed to know. They gave away valid information so they must be punished.

Not able to reign in my I anger, I exploded, and "Who was the dumb shit to give away Harry's status?" Not getting an answer. I yelled. I was infuriated. Everyone looked surprised at my outburst, and I felt sorry for some of the new younger recruits, but I was pissed off. Harry was mine, and no one was taking him. Not again. Waiting for an answer, heads turned, and no one spoke up. Narrowing my eyes and directing a glare towards every head that stood at the table, "Someone better start talking, and I mean right now."

I didn't feel the blood trickle down my chest.

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Landing on my knees in soot, I stood to dust off my clothes. Looking up, I noticed Blaise had already made it, and was in the process of looking me up and down. Immediately I blushed, feeling self conscious and embarrassed.

"Look, he's swooning like a schoolgirl," Pansy sneered, standing opposite of me. She looked confused.

"Reminds me of a blushing pansy (pun intended), when she sees Draco." Blaise smiled cheekily, sparing a glance at Pansy.

After seeing Pansy give him a death stare, I tuned out. Out of nowhere this sudden bout of jealousy exploded inside me. The thought of Pansy ogling Draco, made me livid and I had no clue as to why. Mine. It was the only word that came to mind then. But as quickly as the rage had come, it had gone. All I had now was my thoughts to ponder.

Why do they call him Draco? I thought I was the only person to call him that. A small frown graced my face. He's a liar, why did I listen to him? Why the hell am I getting upset over something like that! I don't care who else calls him Draco. Why should I? He's just helping a friend out. Yeah, that's it. A friend. It didn't sit right with me, but it's all I had. My first friend.

I snapped to attention when I felt moist lips pressed against my cheek. Looking up to see Blaise, I jumped, slipping, falling back in the soot. It adorned my clothes again. I scrambled back, looking anywhere but at him. Who does he think he is? Stopping when Pansy pulled me up with a quick flash of sympathy. I barely had time to finish standing, before I was whisked away through corridors. Trying to regain my senses, I was pushed through a door. I heard a click. Looking back towards the door, I saw it was now shut.

Not one to be impolite, I yelled a delayed goodbye through the door to Blaise. Stupid! I shouldn't be talking to him, he might get the wrong idea. Ignoring my ramblings, I turned around obviously not expecting to be presented with the glamour of the room. A bedroom. It hit me for the lack of a better word like a ton of bricks, looks classy. Why am I in a bedroom? Looking around at the interior of the room, I noticed the color theme was green. Set jade and emerald. I tried my best to ignore the rustling coming from another area in the room, but Pansy soon snapped at me. Brought out of my amazement, I noticed that she was standing in front of me.

"Follow me." Nonchalant and curt, she breezed by me, walking back into the same room she occupied earlier.

Following her at a more sedate pace, edgy, I walked into the other room, which looked almost as big as the first. A closet. Simple terms, seemed to be the only thing clouding my head to my annoyance. Looking around, Pansy disappeared with a bundle of walking clothes. Shaking my head at that, I let my thoughts wonder, yet again. What am I doing here? Questions. Yes, questions. I had many of them, and I looked forward to having them answered. Searching for the question I wanted answered, I hardened my resolved, and set out to look for Pansy.

Looking for Pansy in the mass of clothes proved to be a nuisance, but once found, I decided to be straightforward and get to the point. Answers. "What am I doing here?" Steeling myself towards the enigmatic girl, I tried to maintain a cool façade, even though I was shaking a bit. Shoulders squared slightly, posture perfect, and with a sneer set, she locked eyes with my own, and I could tell she didn't like me. But as quickly as the sneer came, her veneer was replaced, with a sad smile. She slumped a bit, taking in a deep breath.

Hesitating, I reached out to touch her shoulder, and to my surprise she didn't move or seem to be offended. "Harry Potter," she looked to be contemplating my name. Maybe she wanted me to say something to her?

"Yes?" It was said meekly. Noticing that my guise must have fallen when hers did, I was very nervous. "Nothing. That's just it. You're Harry Potter. That's why you're here." She looked frustrated allowing lines to mar her otherwise pretty face.

I didn't know what she meant. I'm here just because I'm Harry Potter? I didn't understand, and I think she realized I hadn't a clue as to what she meant. Her eyes probed mine, trying to find something. My head began to tingle; it felt as if someone was trying to invade my thoughts, my memories. Trying to struggle against the pull on my mind, I was unsuccessful. Memories flooded me..

"How dare you? You piece of shit! You will obey me!" The voice boomed over the grandeur ballroom. Guests were littered to the side, quaking with fear, out of the way of their lords' wrath. Never had they seen their lord as angry as he was then. Standing defiantly in front of their lord, was a boy. He looked to be no older than 15. He'd be lucky to get the penalty for death with behavior such as his own.

"You killed mother; you didn't think I'd find out? You just had to do it, because you couldn't have her! All the whores in the castle and my mother wouldn't let you fuck her, so you killed her! You bitch!" Everyone looked livid even a bit afraid of the boy who spoke to their lord with such disrespect.

With tears finally running down his cheeks, he turned to his father's guest, voice booming, "Your lord, my father… -the gasps and whispers were loud and traveling fast-…Yes, my father, your so-called-lord killed my mother. He raped and beat her, over and over again." Turning back to his father he reinforced his words, directing a glare of pure hatred towards him.

Commotion ceased for the time being. Guards rushed up to the young teen, grabbing him roughly, before he could continue his tirade. "What shall we do with him, Lord.." Dragged out of the memory, I gasped, sweating profusely. I wanted, no needed to know his name. Who was he, and who was the boy in my memory? Why do I feel a strong connection with them? Before I had time to muse over the rest of the memory, I was knocked back out, dragged into another memory.

"…Put him over there in the circle that's drawn." A distinct voice mulled over.

"We need some of his blood and yours," another voice said, as if he was in a hurry.

"The full moon will be here shortly, Hurry!" Raising his knife, the lord made a small incision in the nook of his elbow. Blood trickled down his arm and he allowed the other man to freely collect it. Afterwards, he walked over to his son whom was comatose; not bothering with being careful, he leaned over to stab his soon to be estranged son. As soon as the knife pierced skin, the young boy jerked his body, causing the scars to split open further. The stabbing didn't stop for awhile. It took a long time for his father to finish, and when he did, he left the knife still penetrating the young boy's skull. The jerking continued, and the knife stayed embedded in the teen's head. Only when the young man went into an epileptic shock, did he finally lose consciousness. He died seconds later, blood cascading and pooling around him.

After the blood from the boy was collected, the ritual began.

Sitting up gasping for breath, I felt cold; colder than I have ever felt before. I was in shock. That was no memory of mine. That was a nightmare! Seeing the flashes of blood through my head, I began to shake. I was scared. I didn't know why, but I was. What happened to that guy shouldn't happen to anyone.

Looking around, I noticed I was still in the closet. Where is Pansy; Blaise? I decided to go find them. I walked out of the closet; the room. I had forgotten about the maze of corridors I had been dragged through to get here. I don't know where to go. Setting my resolve, I trudged through the hallways, looking in many rooms. Turning into another corridor, I saw a small elfish looking thing, carrying a tray down the hall. I decided to follow it. Voices became eminent and soon I was entering the room with the fireplace from earlier. Upon my entrance, I noticed Pansy becoming a little frantic. Seeing her distress, Blaise settled a hand on her shoulder and she immediately calmed down, mask back upon face. I stepped closer, ready to announce my arrival, but that idea was immediately shot down as I saw Pansy glance at me and back to Blaise. Mumbling a few words to Blaise, she turned towards the fireplace, grabbing a handful of green powder on the way. Staring at the fireplace, in which she disappeared, I glanced over at Blaise; He pinned me with a look of unbridled lust, and I stiffened instantly.

Glancing back towards the door, to take a quick measure of the distance was the first mistake I made. Blaise took the opportunity to glide up to me and wrap his arms around my waist. Pulling me flush against his body, I could feel his unmistakable excitement pressed against my thigh. Pulling back, away from the contact, I tried free myself from his confines, only to be pulled back against him.

"You looked so good all afternoon Harry, I can't take it anymore," Blaise murmured in my ear, before nipping at it, licking down to the side of my neck.

As much as I protested his embrace, my body automatically reacted to it. He began to suck and bite in the recess of my skin, where my shoulder met my neck. Involuntarily a moan escaped my lips. My face became heated, flushed as he shifted around a bit, starting to grind his hips into mine. Knees buckling beneath me, I reached out blindly, grabbing onto his shoulders. How could something that felt wrong, feel so extraordinary. Something in my mind, told me this was wrong. I shouldn't be here doing this with him. My thoughts were all jumbled, I didn't understand anything. This is wrong. This is wrong. This feels so… I couldn't stop the whimpers that began when he started to thrust his hips in circular motions. I was feeling very light-headed. I couldn't take anymore.

"Blaise!" Someone shrieked. My savior! Instantaneously I was let go. Not having any strength, I slumped right down onto the floor, quivering. Listening to the apparent scolding he was getting from someone who sounded specifically like Pansy, was the last thing on my mind. With the exhaustion from the day finally catching up with me, I succumbed to sleep.

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(Draco's POV)

Calmed down, I sat in the council room with my spies after giving them orders to find the traitor. At all costs, we must find the conspirator. It's all or nothing. I must find out before they give away more valuable information. How they found the turncoat, I didn't care. He must be eliminated. I'd see to it personally.

Feeling a pain in my chest, I hurriedly excused myself, leaving everyone to their own plans. Passing corridors and walking up the stairs to an abandoned hallway; I walked hastily into my chamber. Too many fucking hallways! I collapsed on the leather couch, clutching my heart. I haven't felt pain of this caliber in almost 18 years. Damn Blaise! Why can't he just keep his dick in his pants. Standing and removing my upper attire, I surveyed the damage. Blood continued to gush and I couldn't get a clear look as to how large the fissure in my heart was.

Looking around and walking into another room, I found my stash of white gauze tape and bandages. I haven't stepped foot in here in a long time; Almost 20 years. Wrapping my chest with the bandage and the gauze, I re-donned my robes; leaving off the shirt that was bloodied. Well, at least I know they've found Harry.

Fixing my lapels, I strode from the room, impenetrable mask back in place. I need to find Pansy. Soon.

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Sensuous lips caressed mine. Velvety hands traveled through my hair. A touch bringing pleasure the world has yet to know. Broad shoulders, silk strands, pliable lips… Mmm…Draco. Blushing virgin, he smirked, loving the way his name teased my lips. Working his lips down further, passing my chin and unto my neck, feelings surreal, he called my name. Teeth crawling over skin that has been touch by no other, I cried out. Nails burrowing into his back, clutching like a lifeline. Tongue licking back up to my ear, I thrust up, unable to hold back. Nibbles, licks and breathy laughs brings me back to the ministrations he offers the lobe of my ear. Chewing my bottom lip, I try to stop the throaty moans that threaten to escape. Breaths released and all was lost. I couldn't help it; the puddle of goo I became. Whispers escaped his mouth. I strained to hear what was being spoken.

"Harry… harry…oh god, Harry."

"HARRY!"

Sitting up in blurred surroundings, I rubbed my eyes; yawning, reawakening. Not being able to see, I felt around for my glasses. After having them shoved into my hands and adorning the poor spectacles; I looked up at Pansy, the owner of the voice. Blushing faintly, she looked at me with a small smile on her face. Embossed with a confused look Pansy saw straight away, she shook her head and began walking towards a door at the other end of the room.

"I'll get the house elves to run you a bath," she informed as she walked into the other room, no longer to be seen. "You have a date with 'his majesty' in a little while," she scoffed, stating it a bit louder for my benefit.

Taking in my surroundings, the first thing I noticed was that I was back in the bedroom from earlier and no longer on the floor in front of the fireplace. I lie in a canopy bed, dressed in green silken pajamas.

Someone's obsessed with green.

Stretching slightly, getting rid of the crick in my neck, and the kinks in my shoulders; I stood, leaving the bed. "Harry! Your bath is ready." Cheeks tingeing, I made my way over to the open door, stumbling inside with unashamed clumsiness.

Pansy, kneeled by the huge sunken claw-foot bathtub, was letting her fingertips play against the water's surface. Checking the temperature, I guess. Turning around when hearing my footsteps, she stopped short of me, wearing an immense grin. "Excited to be bathing in my presence, Harry?" An airy laugh escaped her lips, which developed into full-blown giggling. "Oh my, what will Draco think, Harry dear?"

Not knowing what she was talking about, she pointed down, below my waist, "Sweetie, being naïve didn't fit you then, and it doesn't now." Looking down, I saw that my ever present situation was restricted in the now-to-small pajamas. My face reddened to new heights as I stuttered out apologies. Pansy interrupted me mid-rant, "its fine. Take your bath and I'll meet you back here when you're finished." Before I had a chance to thank her, she strode out of the room, shutting the door, with clicking heels.

Disrobing myself, I submerged myself in the lukewarm water of the bathtub. Thoughts immediately took over as I doused my body with the water. Pansy was wrong. If she only knew who I'd been dreaming about. Draco. Why does my body react to him so intensely? I've never been this attracted to anyone. Turning my thoughts away from him, I started to bathe, thinking of Blaise. He pisses me off. Who does he think he is, trying to seduce me like that. Feeling a headache beginning I ceased thoughts of him, turning my attention back to bathing thoroughly. A twinge bothered the back of my neck. I dismissed it, reaching up to scrub it away; stopping short, remembering the name that's embedded there.

Noticing out of the corner of my eye that I had company, I turned to see who it was, letting the water engulf most of my body. Clicking heels coming my way could only be one person. Pansy. Sitting down on the side of the side of the bathtub she preceded to wash my back. Feeling oddly comfortable, I gave her a small smile; turning, giving her access to the rest of my back. Silence ensued. She concentrated on washing my back, and I concentrated on the pleasant feeling it provided. When she stopped, I hadn't notice; only when she touched the nape of my neck where Draco's name resided did I push my notions away. Using her fingertip she traced Draco's name; slowly, softly. Intense feelings arisen. The moan that ascended in my throat was guttural; the feelings brought with the touch left me shivering slightly. She mumble something that sounded like 'still the same' before she gave off a girlish giggle. I turned towards her, and noticed that she was smiling and her face was glowing. It made her all the more beautiful. The moment felt right, and words poured out.

"The façade that you hide behind will disrupt the beauty you truly portray. Let me see you as you are. Not a weakness; strength. Stay true to yourself, for in the end when this is all over; we'll have an advantage. Friendship. We'll be true friends.(2)"

A tear dribbled down my cheek. I didn't know why saying that got me emotional, but it did. Looking at Pansy, her smile cooled, becoming much sadder, "Where did you hear that?"

Before I had the chance to answer, a loud crash resounded in the hall. Ignoring my modesty, I stood to go speculate, but was quickly assured not to worry. "Go get dressed, I'll be back; It's probably just Blaise practicing his potions again."

Not worrying, I stood, dried my body and slipped on a clean pair of violet pajamas that awaited me. The thought came back to me in full throttle. I am going out on a date with Draco. A date. I've never been on one. What was I supposed to do? Becoming nervous, I strode into the room. As excited as I was to get ready for my date with Draco, I was still unsure; he seemed sweet and he was a great kisser, but I had never been on a date and I was scared more than anything. God, I'm blushing again. I smiled. Finally a good memory to accompany the bad ones. As I reminisced a bit, I didn't hear the door open and close. I didn't notice anyone sneak up on me. Being grabbed from behind startled me. Thinking it was Blaise, I was about to turn around and confront him about all the games he seemed to be playing with me. After feeling rough hands tightened around my arms, rougher, it proved that it wasn't Blaise. I turned my head to see two ginger-headed guys.

"George get over here. We don't have long before the bitch comes back."

"Yeah, I know; guess the decoy worked?"

I started to struggle. They were here to kidnap me. What the hell? I've never met them before. His grasp tightened and I stiffened as he hit me on the back of the head, successfully knocking me out. "Time to pay a little visit to daddy."

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A/N 3: I still have no clue as to where I am going with this story. Hopefully it's somewhere nice. This chapter wasn't as great as the last, but still, it's a chapter. Right? Review guys, PLEASE?

A/N 4: (1) Poem is not mine. It is written by Gary R. Hess.
(2) Mine.