AN: Thankyou so much for your faves and follows. Really appreciate them as this story is going to be loooonnnng so thanks for taking this journey with me. At the moment I'm going to try and keep it to 10 chapters per book and that's still 50 chapters…eek.
This chapter I'm listening to Ruth B – Lost Boy.
Chapter 3 – Neverland is home to lost boys like me.
"Pay up Mr Banker, come on? £200 please." Said Hermione.
Malfoy scowled and Hermione grinned.
"This is a stupid game Granger. How do you get £200 just for passing GO? What even is GO?" Moaned Malfoy.
Hermione shrugged.
"I didn't make the rules Malfoy. Now cough it up. £200." She said beaming.
Malfoy shook his head. She was impossible. She was enjoying this far too much. Draco Malfoy did not like to be beaten. He was not a gracious loser even at something as stupid as this muggle game. He reluctantly handed her over two 100 notes.
"Is this what real muggle money looks like?" He asked as he frowned down at the colourful paper sheets.
Hermione shook her head. Her eyes widened slightly at the fact he wanted to know something about muggles. He was inquisitive though she'd picked up on that over the few short hours they'd spent together. She got the idea that his thirst for knowledge came before all his other impulses, something they shared. She blushed at the revelation. Her and Malfoy didn't share anything.
"No muggle money is much duller in colour usually green or blueish far less exciting really. Pounds aren't too different from galleons. Except there are 100 pennies in a pound so pennies aren't really the same as a knut-"
"You're rambling muggle nonsense again Granger. Now will you just let me roll?" He asked with a raised brow.
Hermione blushed and nodded.
Malfoy picked up his piece, an iron, and moved it to Mayfair.
"Why do I have to be the iron? At least the car makes sense." He said broodily scowling at Hermione's piece, the car.
"I get the feeling you aren't enjoying this game Malfoy." She said with a barely contained smile.
"Of course I'm not! First of all it's a stupid, pointless muggle game. Second of all I'm having to play it with you. And third you're winning." He said with a scowl.
Hermione bit her lip.
"Well now may not be the best time to tell you this but, Mayfair is mine so…cough up Malfoy."
Malfoy sighed and depleted his small stack of money handing it to her.
"You're enjoying this aren't you Granger?"
"Of course I am. I officially have more money than Draco Malfoy. How does it feel to be a muggle pauper?" She asked fanning herself with her wad of money.
Granger was infuriating but he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this teasing back and forth. There was no mean intent behind the words, not really. And Hermione was due payback after all the mean things he'd said to her. She was funny. Hermione Granger was funny and witty he'd learned that from only a few days in her company. He'd always thought she'd be serious and studious with little sense of humour but he was wrong. She was bookish and hard working but the girl was funny and she knew how to have a laugh even if she did choose to have it at his expense. She surprised him the longer he spent in her company.
"Oh haha very funny Granger." He replied sarcastically.
But he felt his mouth twitch despite his best efforts. She made him feel strange. For the couple of hours he was with her he felt at ease. With her there was no need to pretend. He didn't have to act a certain way. There was no need to. It was a liberating feeling if he was honest. He'd never felt like that before. Locked away in here he was free from his father's judgement, the opinion of the public and Potter's infuriating little jibes, which he encouraged, but still. To be honest the past few days spent in Granger's company hadn't been so bad. He'd actually stopped looking for ways to stop them happening. They mostly just studied swapping occasional pleasantries. It was terrifying if he was perfectly honest. Something in his gut told him that their little secret meetings were plain wrong but he didn't feel they were doing anything wrong. He was only innocently playing some muggle game with muggle born Granger. His stomach dropped at the thought. If his father found out about this he wouldn't even have time to apologise. He'd kill him.
Hermione smiled as they both pored over their textbooks. She'd completely destroyed Malfoy at Monopoly and he still wore a scowl as his pale fingers gripped his quill tighter than usual. Hermione smiled at his expression. His eyes caught hers and her heart thumped in her chest. That was odd. She went back to her parchment.
"Have you started that three foot essay for Binns yet?" Asked Hermione.
Malfoy raised his brows at her question. She usually only talked to him about classes they shared together; muggle studies, potions and care of magical creatures which they would have their first lesson of in a few days.
Malfoy shook his head.
"I'm not worried about it to be honest. His lesson on the Goblin rebellion we had yesterday pretty much covered everything we needed in the essay. If you managed to stay awake past the ten minute mark it actually got pretty interesting. I'm convinced Binns died of boredom listening to his own voice though. You?"
Hermione's mouth opened and her eyes widened. Was this person even Draco Malfoy? He was really very intelligent she'd never thought about it before. But his marks were always fairly close behind hers on result boards.
"What?" He asked getting increasingly self conscious from the way she was staring at him.
Hermione shook her head regaining the functions of speech.
"Nothing I was just surprised that's all. I didn't know you – "
"Weren't just a pompous arsehole and actually have a brain cell in my head?"
Hermione shook her head but smiled. He was sort of cute in a vulnerable way when he was self deprecating like that. She somehow got the feeling the big, bad pureblood act was a bit of an act the more time she spent with him.
"No I was going to say I didn't know you liked history."
Malfoy cast his eyes away shyly. When she wasn't being mean to him things were strange between them. It left him feeling oddly lost and exposed somehow.
"Well you never asked." He replied defensively.
Hermione nodded. He was right. She'd never really spoken to him or asked him anything personal. He wasn't exactly approachable under normal circumstances but she got the feeling he was different here. Maybe away from prying eyes she was finally seeing the real Draco Malfoy. Or perhaps just another mask. He was complicated and this situation was getting more complex by the minute. She didn't know anything about him, well this him anyway. The him that wasn't Draco Malfoy the bully that continually tortured her best friends. He'd stopped being mean to her a year ago and she found that strange but she didn't bring it up. She didn't want to waste this fragile teasing yet amicable balance they had between them.
"I'm almost finished mine. Do you mind reading it over? I don't really have anyone else to ask about it." She admitted shyly.
Draco's eyebrows almost rose to his hairline.
"You want me to read over your essay." He asked slowly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and rifled through her extremely full bag handing the essay to him.
"Oh shut up. Don't make a big deal out of this or anything. I just want an opinion from someone more academically like minded."
Malfoy laughed.
Hermione had never heard Malfoy laugh before. His smile transformed his whole face. It lit up his grey eyes and made them warm and almost comforting.
"That was one of the best putdowns of Potter and Weasel I've ever heard. Good one Granger."
Hermione blushed.
"I didn't mean it like that! I just mean they're not very interested in history. They're both very talented in other subjects." She replied hastily seeing the error of her words.
Malfoy nodded with a smug expression on his face.
"Sure, sure. Your secret is safe with me Granger. But I don't think I'll ever forget the moment you admitted that you think I'm smart." He said teasingly.
"Well you are smart. It's just an unavoidable fact. No need to be so smug about it Malfoy."
Malfoy smiled at the way she delivered everything so matter of factly. But he could see from her blush that it had embarrassed her slightly to compliment him. It must have wounded her Gryffindor pride greatly to admit that. He nodded choosing to not tease her any further on the subject. He began to read her elegant, neat script. Everything was so uniform and in the lines. It was actually very similar to his own handwriting except Hermione's had feminine, soft loops where his had spiky angles. It was a very good essay. Far better than anything he could ever hope to produce. But he had to at least offer something. She watched him intently worrying her lip slightly. Malfoy frowned did she actually care what someone like him thought? Why?
"It's perfect. Nothing else to add really. Except maybe swap the second and third paragraphs around you're just getting into the flow of discussing the rebellion then cut away to a quote. Personally I'd put the quote first then discuss it but it's nothing major."
They looked into one another's eyes neither saying anything for a moment. Hermione hadn't known how it felt to intellectually connect with someone her own age until this moment. And it felt wonderful. It made her feel warm and strange. Harry and Ron were her best friends but they weren't as interested in academics as her. They loved their Quidditch and their DADA practical sessions; especially with their new teacher Lupin who she had to admit was brilliant. But it just wasn't the same.
"Thanks. You're right. I knew there was something jarring about that part." She said gratefully taking her essay back.
Malfoy felt his face heat slightly. She was agreeing with him? He hesitated for a moment then nodded awkwardly.
This felt so weird they were being almost friendly with each other. But it didn't feel bad just incredibly strange.
They returned to their work but Hermione was smiling as she wrote. It felt so good to speak with someone who had interesting input to contribute academically. Malfoy had surprised her. She'd surprised herself if she was honest.
"Have you started your reading for the literature segment of Muggle Studies?"
Malfoy shook his head.
"Let me guess you have." He said.
Hermione nodded shyly.
"I had read them all anyway. Here take my copies. I know you didn't know you'd be taking this class." She said producing four novels out of her bag.
Malfoy didn't know what to say. Should he thank her? His stomach clenched at the thought.
"You don't have do that-"
"I honestly won't be needing them. I've read them loads each."
He nodded his thanks and flipped through the well read covers. These must be her personal copies they had her notes in the margins. His heart thumped slightly for some strange reason as he read over them.
"Pride and Prejudice is the first one. I think you'll like it it's about a rich pompous guy."
Malfoy glared at her but his eyes softened when she laughed. She had a pretty laugh. Clear and pure.
"Sorry. Couldn't resist." She said.
Malfoy rolled his eyes but placed the books gratefully in his bag.
"Have you ever read muggle literature before?" She asked.
Malfoy blushed and Hermione smiled at his reaction. Her guess was his thirst for knowledge had led to him reading some texts that would be forbidden by a certain Lucius Malfoy.
He nodded shyly.
"Full of questions tonight aren't we Granger? But yes. We have a library at home it's full of rare books and first editions and the like. I used to spend entire summers in there as a kid. When I wasn't on my broom I was reading. Sometimes I used to wish for the rain to come so I could spend the day in there. I read everything cover to cover. History, dark magic, fairy tales, anything. But then I found this section at the back, it was hidden and protected by charms. My father caught me trying to get into them and he punished me for days. But my curiosity got the better of me and my mother lifted the spells. She said father had no right to keep any knowledge from me and that I could read them. She told me they were muggle books from one of her great ancestors who had shacked up with a muggle and brought great shame to the family. They'd been expelled from the family, had to change their name and everything. She told me I could read them but it'd be our secret as father wouldn't understand. So I read as much and as often as I could. Careful never to let father catch me. I think it made them more exciting to read you know because they were forbidden to me."
He said his eyes intent on hers.
Hermione hadn't expected him to tell her something personal like that. She was surprised how idyllic that little snippet of his childhood sounded. Well except for the creepy controlling father part. She'd always wanted to have a library in her home. She hadn't expected his honesty or the fact that she had spent similar, rainy summers in her bedroom reading as a child. She imagined them both as children looking out of their windows praying for the rain to come. She blushed at her thoughts. Where had that come from?
She smiled at his shy expression she go the feeling he hadn't meant to reveal so much to her.
Malfoy's heart was racing. Why the hell had he just told that to her and why the hell was she watching him intently as if waiting for him to say more?
"So you've always been a rule breaker then? So what did you think of them?"
He hesitated but he couldn't deny the way her inquisitive brown eyes begged him for more information.
"My mother told me it was a mix of the muggle woman's and the kids that they'd had. So I started off on the ones I thought were the kid ones. Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, Treasure Island but they were pretty complicated. It was so different from anything I'd ever read. I didn't even understand half the muggle stuff in them but my imagination just took over. I loved them and when I'd read them cover to cover I moved onto Shakespeare and Jules Verne. They made me want to go outside the manor and go on great adventures. But I wasn't allowed. I asked mother for more muggle books but she said no and told me she was going to lock them away again and that I should never tell any of our friends about what I'd read. I cried when she locked them away."
He finished with a sad smile. He was surprised to see that Hermione's eyes looked wet.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
Malfoy frowned surprised at her words.
"Why? It's not a big deal. I was a kid. I understand now why they locked them away. I'm not sad about it."
Hermione shook her head violently.
"Do you understand though? Can't you see how wrong that was?" She asked incredulously.
Malfoy nodded.
"Of course I do. It was wrong of me to read them I should have listened to my father instead of filling my head with muggle nonsense." He said coldly.
Hermione reached across the table and grasped his wrist lightly with her hand.
"No. You weren't wrong. You were just a curious child innocently looking for knowledge and your parents took that knowledge away from you. You enjoyed reading them and those books expanded and changed how you thought and felt. They took them away from you because they were afraid you would start to get your own ideas and that those ideas would be different from theirs." She said gently.
Malfoy frowned she was making him feel strange. He felt her warm tanned fingers at his pale wrist. Was what Hermione said right? Was it really his parents that were wrong and not him? He'd never thought of it that way before. Hermione flushed and pulled her hand away. He looked down at his wrist once more. She'd touched him with her mudblood fingers. They didn't feel any different from other fingers. Warm, gentle, soft. He shook his head she was filling his head with absolutely insane ideas. This wasn't right.
"Don't talk about my parents alright Granger. I doubt they'd appreciate being judged by the like of you." He said firmly.
Hermione blushed shamefully. She had spoken out of turn but he made her angry. He'd been so open and gentle with her a moment ago but his now his guard was back up and he was mean again.
"I'm not judging anyone. I'm not the type of person to do something like that. But I was just trying to say that you didn't do anything wrong. You don't think for yourself do you? If I asked you for your opinion on something would you be telling me your real, honest opinion or something your father taught you to think?"
Malfoy suddenly felt as if Hermione was peering into all of the dark corners of his mind and soul. She could see what he really was. Nothing. A husk of a person filled to the brim with his father's ideals and his mother's bias love.
"Where do you get off asking me something like that Granger? How about you? If I asked you your opinion, about me for example, what would you say about me?" He asked angrily.
Hermione bit her lip. She'd gone too far and she somehow couldn't stop. He was infuriating.
"That you're confused and complicated. Maybe I did judge you before as being a bully, cruel and conceited. But maybe I was wrong to do that. I honestly don't know yet but I think maybe there's something more. Something you've hidden deep down inside yourself because you think it's wrong. But it isn't like the books Malfoy. You can't lock this away and forget about it, can you? I know its scary but don't be afraid of those things you locked away. We're safe in here you know. No one else needs to know. Let them out."
Her eyes bored into his and he couldn't take it anymore she would see. She'd seen to the heart of Draco Malfoy after only a few hours in his company. His mask was slipping. His heart was racing in the lengthy silence. What now?
Hermione Granger had royally messed up. Just apologise to him you twit. Swallow your pride and say you were spouting a load of rubbish. But she saw in his eyes that she had seen to the truth buried deep inside him. He wasn't mean or pathetic. He was a little lost boy not sure about anything.
He stood from the table trying to remain calm despite the fact he felt completely terrified and angry and unsure. Granger had done something to him and that something made him ache inside. He felt hollow and sick.
"Malfoy!" She shouted after him as he strode out of the room of requirement.
She didn't follow him. Good. He didn't want to see her ever again. Or look into those compassionate brown eyes that made him feel like anything was possible. It wasn't possible. The books were locked away with the rest of his thoughts and feelings.
Hermione bit her lip. She felt awful. Tomorrow she'd keep her mouth shut. They'd just read and write. Nervous butterflies filled her stomach. He would come back wouldn't he? She felt a chill settle deep in her gut. She wanted to see him tomorrow. The him that she'd glimpsed tonight. That fragile Malfoy that had thoughts and feelings completely independent to his parent's sick ideology. She would see him again. She'd make sure of it. Maybe that's why Dumbledore had asked them to work together so she could help Malfoy. Had Dumbledore seen this Malfoy too?
The next day Hermione was completely distracted in all of her classes. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Hurry up 7 was all she could think of. Harry and Ron had to keep clicking their fingers over her eyes as she drifted off as they spoke to her in the great hall over dinner.
"Hermione are you alright?" Asked Harry.
She nodded.
"Just struggling a bit with all these essays." She replied.
"No surprises there you're taking every subject! How are you doing it Hermione?" He asked through a mouthful of potato. Hermione wrinkled her nose. Maybe she'd been watching Malfoy eat too often because Ron's table manners suddenly seemed particularly awful.
Hermione shrugged. It was 7. She hadn't seen him all day. He hadn't been at breakfast or lunch. She bit her lip. Nerves jangled in her stomach.
"I have to go to the library. See you in the common room later." She said as she ran off.
Hermione and Ron watched her go.
"She's mental." Said Ron shaking his head.
Harry smiled and nodded.
"Even more than usual."
He really hoped Hermione's odd behaviour was only due to overworking but he couldn't shake the feeling there was more to it than that.
Malfoy had attended his classes in a haze and at dinner had taken a trip to Snape's office.
"I can't do this." He said running a hand through his hair.
Snape rolled his eyes and gestured Malfoy to take a seat.
"You lasted longer than I expected. 3 days. That's 3 more than I imagined."
Malfoy shook his head.
"Isn't there anything-"
"Draco, Dumbledore has made his intentions perfectly clear. I know the little know-it-all is hardly someone you want to be civil with but you have to try. It is just for one year."
Malfoy sighed. Even Snape was being logical about this situation. It unsettled him. Usually he agreed with his views over Dumbledore's.
"We have been civil. That's not the problem, I don't like the way she looks at me and talks to me." He said with a shameful blush.
Snape's black eyes narrowed as a frown creased his sallow brow.
"Draco teasing and rudeness is something you know how to deal with I can't help you with that-"
"She isn't being rude to me! That's not it. I can't explain. Never mind, you wouldn't understand."
Snape looked at him curiously as he placed pumpkin juice in front of him.
Draco sipped.
"She told me I didn't think for myself. That all my thoughts are my father's opinions but that somewhere inside me I'm keeping all my real thoughts and feelings locked away."
Snape couldn't hide the look of surprise that crossed his face. So they were already discussing non academic topics. Perhaps this task wouldn't be as impossible as it first seemed.
"And how did that make you feel?" He asked hesitantly.
"Angry. Just who does she think she is to talk to me like that? And—scared too. I've kept everything locked away for so long…once I unlock that I won't be able to shut the lid again."
Snape watched Draco carefully. He'd seen Draco be sensitive and vulnerable beneath all the sneering. It was his defence mechanism. He used his cruelty as armour. He knew all about that. What Draco was really afraid of was that Hermione Granger would burrow beneath that armour and hurt him. She would unlock that box within him and throw away the key laughing gleefully as she played with his tender, under developed emotions and insecurities.
"Draco. I know this isn't what you want to hear but I think talking to Miss Granger would help."
Malfoy's eyes widened.
"How would that help?! I just told you-"
"Draco she is a smart sensible girl she will understand. If she really has affected you so much I can pass this onto Dumbledore and-"
He shook his head paling suddenly. No one must ever know what he'd just said.
"No. Please don't tell anyone."
Severus nodded curtly and placed a supportive hand on his shoulder as he walked him out.
"I think you have somewhere to be." He said.
Malfoy nodded it was already after 8. She might have left already.
Snape went straight to Dumbledore's office despite his promise and told him of what Draco had told him. Dumbledore smiled and his eyes twinkled brighter than they had in a while.
"There is hope."
Hermione was beginning to pack her things away it was almost eight. He wasn't coming. She felt awful. She gasped as Malfoy entered the room. He gazed around the room. It was different than what Hermione would normally make to study in. The walls were deep green and Slytherin banners hung from the ceiling. There was one solitary desk and couch the rest of the space was taken up by bookshelves. Stacked to the ceiling with muggle books. It was a world away from anything he would imagine her choosing. It was dark without a hint of crimson or gold. The room was cool as there was no fire in it. He noticed that there was a black onyx fireplace but it hadn't been lit. Very odd.
"What the hell happened in here? Did Salazar Slytherin throw up all over the walls?" He asked.
Hermione felt herself relax and sigh with relief. Last night seemed to have been forgotten and they'd returned to their casually teasing banter.
"My head's been a bit all over the place today and the room got sort of confused I think."
"I like it. Were you thinking about me?" He asked teasingly.
His eyes widened when Hermione simply nodded.
"I was actually. I couldn't stop thinking about what you told me. I feel terrible. I shouldn't have said those things about you. And it wasn't my place to speak about your parents." She said stiffly.
Malfoy shook his head and smiled slightly. Such a Gryffindor. Go in all guns blazing. Feel instant regret. Too proud to apologise. But Hermione never let pride come before common decency and kindness. That was something he greatly envied and admired about her. He could never do that.
"Are you actually apologising to me Granger after everything I've said to you?" He asked incredulously.
Hermione blushed. Didn't he see she was apologising to this Malfoy not snivelling spoiled second year Malfoy?
"Oh shut up Malfoy. Don't make this anymore awkward than it already is."
"Don't be daft. Just forget about it. You'd make a really shit Slytherin by the way." He said with a genuine smile.
She smiled back and just like that last night was forgiven, but not forgotten. Never forgotten.
"Good. I hate green." She said wrinkling her nose as she looked around the room.
They set to work quietly in the hour they had left. They worked in silence. It was a little awkward but they felt it easing as the hour came to its end. This little venture was all about compromise after all. Snape and McGonagall would be so proud.
"Have you managed to open your book for Care of Magical Creatures tomorrow? Every time I try I nearly lose a finger." He asked as they both stood from the table as the clock chimed 9.
She grimaced and shook her head.
"Nope, me neither. I had to go to Madame Pomfrey yesterday with the nastiest papercut just from easing the clasp off a tiny bit."
Malfoy pondered deep in thought.
"Maybe we should try together. I've never tried that before?"
Hermione blushed and frowned.
Malfoy thought she'd never looked cuter. Cute? No Granger was NOT cute.
"I'll take one half you take the other." He suggested.
Hermione nodded.
They gripped onto the fuzzy fur of the book that was already snarling.
"Ok. 1,2,3."
Draco unlocked it and they both attempted to hold their half open. For a moment it looked like it had worked. But then the book growled and attempted to snap both their sets of fingers off. Hermione screamed and they both dropped the book with a heavy thud. It began to chomp towards them and they both jumped on the couch behind them. Hermione leapt into Malfoy's arms and he unthinkingly held her close. They were both breathing fast peering over the edge of the couch to see the angry paper teeth still chomping away. They glanced at one another and Hermione's face reddened. His face was close to hers and she could feel the slim wiry muscles of his chest and arms enveloping her. She smelled the faint scent of mint and spring meadows from his skin.
Malfoy swallowed thickly she was warm and soft in his arms. The ends of her rose scented hair tickled his forearms that were around her slim waist. She watched her blush spread beneath her freckles. Her eyes were so wide he felt he might drown in them.
As if both suddenly realising what they were doing they pushed each other away. and Malfoy rubbed his arms self consciously as if to rid himself of the feel of her.
"Uh. Get off. What were you doing?!" He asked his voice laced with disgust.
Hermione flushed deeper pink.
"What was I doing?! You were the one that came up with the great idea genius. Anyway you were the one clinging onto me so don't start." She said indignantly.
Malfoy blushed but shook his head.
"As if Granger! You practically jumped on top of me."
"Oh just shut up and start thinking of a way for us to get out of here." She said hotly.
"I need to think of a way? You're the smart brave one." He said looking at her.
"You're meant to be the cunning one."
They stared at one another stubbornly breathing hard.
"Right. I'm going to divert its attention and you jump on it."
Hermione nodded.
She watched as Malfoy vaulted over the back of the couch and instantly began to get chased by the book. The sight was absolutely hilarious and Hermione burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
"Granger come on!" He shouted as he sprinted from the book chomping at his ankles.
"Sorry Malfoy but I –"
She wheezed and erupted into another fit of giggles before Malfoy finally leapt on the book himself wrestling it to the floor and binding it with a belt.
He gazed up at her from the floor. She was laughing and wiping her eyes. She had the most beautiful laugh he'd ever heard. It made the fact he was mad at her completely dissolve.
"Thanks for the help." He breathed sarcastically.
He rolled off the book and onto his back as he got his breath back.
He felt Hermione approach and she held her hand down to him.
Malfoy hesitated but grasped her fingers in his own as he hauled himself to his feet.
Their fingers slid from each other's quickly but not before a strange sensation had sparked from their fingertips. It felt odd. Almost like electricity. She glanced at him strangely and knew she'd felt it too. What the hell was that?
"Oh wait, look." Hermione said with a gleeful smile.
She bounded down one aisle and grabbed a book from the shelf.
She placed it in his hands.
"Nothing is off limits or locked away in here Malfoy." She said meaningfully.
He glanced after her as she left the room with a confused expression.
He smiled as he turned over the book in his hands. Peter Pan. Nothing was locked away here. No one would need to know. He felt his pulse quicken at the very idea of it. Granger was becoming an annoyingly refreshing little blip in his life.
AN: Sorry this was so long. Ended up being double the length I thought. Whoops. Also when I picked the song and Peter Pan reference totally forgot that the actor that plays Lucius Malfoy totally played Captain Hook haha! Until next time my loves.
