Me or Her: Part 3

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[[Fleur's P.O.V]]

"Come in Miss Delacour" Okay, I haven't even knocked yet, just lifted my hand up. But to be honest, I don't believe in this Dumbledore-has-superior-powers thing. Last year, if he was really that great, he could have stopped Cedric from being… Stop it Fleur. Just stop. Big smile and push through that door.

"Bonjour professeur… ah je suis desole, am I interrupting?" Who is this toad-looking woman with Dumbledore? It seems no one informed her that anyone over the age of seven looks highly ridiculous in pink.

"No don't worry I am just about to leave." Merde, her high pitched voice and annoying giggle is even worse than her dress sense.

"D'accord, merci" She smiles and turns to Dumbledore.

"Albus, you did not forewarn me that you have a new French student this year." She turns back to me, "you see, I will be filling the vacancy as Defence Against the Dark Arts from now on." I smile at her and nod in understanding.

"I must apologise Dolores; I presumed you are very busy with the Ministry and I did not see the need to inform and irritate you with something as simple as a new student." Dumbledore walks over and places his hand on my shoulder. I struggled to ignore the instinct to shrug him off. "This is Fleur Delacour - Beaubaxtons champion last year in the Twizard Tournament. And Dolores Umbridge, who shall be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts this year, and hopefully break the uncanny jinx over the spot." I laugh politely. What perfect example of tasteless English humour.

"Beaubaxtons champion, of course" she starts giggling but stops dead halfway. "You're a half-breed." I blink.

"Pardon?" That fake smile has totally disappeared by now.

"You're half veela, aren't you?" I straighten up instinctively.

"A quarter, yes"

"Hmm" Non non non, she did not just turn her nose up at me.

"Excuse-moi, mais I find your attitude-" Dumbledore squeezes my shoulder.

"Ah Dolores, I believe the feast is about to start soon, could you please go and settle the students down? They are always most excited beginning of school; I will shortly arrive when I am done here." The toad finally tore away from the death glare I was giving her.

"Yes of course, I shall be off to prepare for the feast now. It was nice to meet you Miss Delacour"

"Ah, the 'onour is all mine, professuer" I give her my most sarcastic smile. I'm not sure if she's trying to imitate mine, but she gave me something in between a grin and a smirk. After nodding at Dumbledore and she finally stepped past us to leave the office. Dumbledore almost immediately let go of my shoulder and walked over to retrieve a hat in the case just past his desk.

"Oh dear, oh deary me. Ca va Madamoiselle Delacour?"

"Comme ce comme ca" He nods.

"Highly understandable. Dolores is a, err, more of the traditional kind. She doesn't take too kindly to, mixed, races."

"Mixed…" I laugh quietly, "as in 'alf-breeds." Dumbledore sighs and sits down on the edge of his desk.

"I'm afraid so, yes." He tilts his head down so he's looking at me over his glasses. If the effect was to scare me, he has failed miserably. "I know how clever you are Miss Delacour, and I trust you'll know to stay away from any confrontations with Dolores. As she's a teacher, I cannot help you at all times." As if I would need your help, vieillard. I give him an innocent winning smile.

"Of course not professeur" He continues looking at me for a fraction more than necessary before he nods and stands up.

"Now that that's out of the way, we need to sort you into a house. Would you rather this being done in here or in the Great Hall after the first years?" I didn't even need to think this through.

"I would prefer it to take place after the first years in the Great 'Alls." His eyebrows rose slightly.

"In front of the whole school?" I shrug.

"I do not mind, I am more than used to the attention by now." I flinch and look away when his expression becomes one of sympathy. Bête anglais vieillard, I do not need pity from anyone.

"Of course, I understand." He walks past me and opens his door. "Miss Delacour, could you please go back to the courtyard outside the Great Hall, Minerva will come out to get you when it is your turn to be sorted." I nod and walk towards the door, remembering to shake his hand as I went past him.

"Merci professeur,"

"Je vous en prie. It is wonderful to see you again" I smile again and step outside to go down the stairs.

"Oh, Miss Delacour?" I stop and turn around.

"Oui?"

"My memory is failing me more and more every day. I forgot to mention, I am aware you would be in 7th year at Beaubaxtons."

"That is correct."

"I am afraid, you will have to re-take 6th year seeing as our curriculum is different to Beaubaxtons so you would be missing an awful lot of work if you go straight to 7th." I sigh inwardly, sacre bleu, how could you forget to tell me such an important piece of information.

"Son amende. I will manage." He smiles apologetically.

"I hope you enjoy the time spent here, Miss Delacour." I nod and continue my way back down the stairs. If he thinks I'm rude, then fine, I really could not care less.

***

Boom. Finally, the last of those first years have gone into the hall. The noise and excitement they were radiating is starting to give me a headache. Maybe I should have just done this in Dumbledore's office if I knew that putting a hat on someone's head would take this long and this much hassle.

"Miss Delacour?" Looking up, a professor is standing right in front of me.

"Ah professeur…" Fuck, I forgot her name.

"Mcgonagall" I blink, English people and their absurd names.

"Oui of course, I am sorry" She smiles at me.

"Its fine, I know you must be nervous." What, of walking into a room with about three hundred people staring at me? Not at all actually, I've faced much worse, much younger.

"Yes, I am quite scared to be 'onest." I give her a nervous smile to go along with the lie, which she falls for of course.

"Don't worry; there is nothing to worry about. Professor Flitwick is sorting the 1st years this time, seeing as Professor Dumbledore requested me to inform you of what is going to happen." I nod. There is no need for me to hear this, seeing I saw it all last year, but if this is what Dumbledore wants, then fine. Professor Magnocganell… Fuck, I've forgotten her name already… sits beside me on the bench.

"So, I will open the door and you will need to follow me to the front. I will remove the hat from the stool so you can sit, and then place it on your head. The hat will talk to you, so try not to jump when it does. If you do wish to speak to the hat, it is not necessary to speak out loud, it will hear you if you simply think it. After it has announced which house you will belong to, you would walk and sit at the bench with the rest of your new house. Is everything okay, at the moment?"

"Yes, yes, I understand." She nods.

"Now, there are four houses. Slytherins are green, Ravenclaw is blue, Hufflepuff are yellow and Gryffindor is red, so you just need to remember that and sit at the bench where everyone is wearing that colour badge." Before I could reply, a loud cheering commenced in the hall. The professor with an annoyingly hard to remember name stood up and I followed her to the double doors of the Great Hall.

"It seems, the 1st years' sorting has finished," she turns to me, "are you ready, Miss Delacour?"

"Oui professeur"

She gave me another smile and pushed open the double doors.

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[[Hermione's P.O.V]]

As we clap for the 1st years, I nudge Ginny on the left beside me. She turns slightly and I lean into her, so she can hear me over this loud applause. "What's wrong with you? You've been really fidgety throughout the whole of the sorting just now."

"It's nothing Herm, I'm just, I'm just eager to get some food that's all." You've never been able to lie to me.

"Sure. Do you really believe I haven't noticed the way your eyes have yet to stop darting around the hall? Who are you looking for-" The doors suddenly opened. Everyone, including me, whipped around to see who it was. Professor Mcgonagall walked in briskly, followed by none other than Fleur Delacour. Damn, how could I have forgotten that she's here. Just look at her, knowing that every pair of eyes in the room is on her – her perfect curves, her stylish and expensive robes, her flawless skin - yet she still has this sexy smirk on her face as she strolls gracefully to the front, cherishing the attention she's receiving. What. A. Bitch.

Somewhere in the front, I hear someone clear their throat which snaps me out of it. Hmm, quickly glancing around, it seems I'm one of the few people that actually came out of the trance. Most of the boys are staring at her glass-eyed with their mouths open. Gross. I nudge Ginny on my left again, but she doesn't notice. She too is staring, but not like how the boys are. She's got this strange unwavering look, tinged with something else I can't quite place, on her face.

"As most of you will remember, Miss Delacour was the Beaubaxtons Champion last year, and we have been privileged enough that she has decided to attend Hogwarts for the rest of her education." She smiles that irritatingly perfect winning smile of hers to everyone.

"Please sit down Miss Delacour," she complies, as Professor Mcgonagall places the Sorting Hat on her head. Damn her, for looking so relaxed when she should be scared- She's looking straight at me. All I can hear and feel is my heart beating, why is it beating so fast? Her gaze shifts slightly to the left, away from me, immediately causing all my senses to return to normal. What just happened...

"Do not worry madam I am not full of diseases, only full of knowledge." Merlin, the Sorting Hat suddenly speaking, scared me. "Ah, never have I been placed upon someone who has so many walls of defence mentally and emotionally." Fleur shivers; briefly exposing her obvious unease before she recovers to her normal relaxed self. "I am sorry; I do not mean to intrude. I am simply trying to understand you so you can be placed in the correct house… yes… I am glad you understand that this is part of the compulsory procedure. Let's proceed then shall we" I sat up a little straighter. Not because I care about what house she gets sorted in, because I don't care the least bit, it's just better for my posture is all.

"Well then, ambitious and cunning? Not particularly, you already have all that you want, and what you don't have, you either don't want it or know that you will get it eventually. Intelligent and wise? Certainly very smart indeed, and you are very aware of it, for the better, but more often than not I'm afraid. Brave and courageous? When it is required, yes. There are not that many people you would be courageous and stand up for. Helpful and loyal? If the subject has of use to you, then you will lend a helping hand. I have little trouble in placing you in…" I swear literally everyone is holding their breath, "….Ravenclaw."

** ** ** ** **

[[Cho's P.O.V]]

I stand and burst into applause just like nearly everyone else in my house is doing. As Fleur gives the Sorting Hat back to Mcgonagall, I realise Marietta is still sitting, clapping half-heartedly.

"Marietta, what are you doing, get up," Despite being right next to me, I still had to shout so she could hear me.

"Leave me be, I can't be bothered," I roll my eyes. Merlin, she has got to be among the laziest people I've ever met.

"Oh come on, you can mop about Michael afterwards, just cheer for Fleur. No, for my sake, okay? Please," She's sighing and slowing dragging herself to stand.

"Happy now?" I laugh slightly, feeling defeated. Oh, here Fleur comes; she's spotted me and gives me a charming smile. I smile back, I could really do with another friend right now; Marietta is one of the few who still endures my mood swings because of Ced…

"I am so glad I am in the same 'ouse as you J" Who's J?

"Ermm…" She blinks rapidly and her smile drops fractionally.

"Ah, je suis desole Cho, you look so much like my best friend, you must forgive me for getting your names confused." I bet Fleur is probably quite embarrassed but she's covering it up rather remarkably.

"Settle down, settle down now please," As the cheering dies down due to Dumbledore, I move down the bench slightly so Fleur could sit on the other side of me. "Now before we move on the wonderful feast, caretaker Mr Filch has asked me to remind you that the forbidden-"

"Ahem" The whole hall gasped. That new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher dared to interrupt Dumbledore's speech.

"Thank you, headmaster, for those kind words of welcome." Umbridge… hmm, that name rings a bell. I think mum mentioned her before, something about her working for the Minister, I wonder what she's doing here?

***

The next day…

"So how did you find your first lesson here?" Fleur shrugs.

"Comme ce comme ca, it was rather boring," I laugh.

"Astronomy really isn't really the most interesting of subjects," she stops briefly to look at the timetable in her hand right bang in the middle of this busy corridor. Great, here comes a herd of 1st years. I quickly yank her aside just before she collides with them.

"Merci merci… hmm, it says 'ere, we 'ave a free period, before we 'ave Defence Against the Dark Arts" she looks up at me, frowning slightly, "is there not a shorter word for that?"

"Yeah, you can call it DADA as well, but I don't have after the free period, I have…" Hmm, what was it again…, "oh Charms, of course." She nods.

"Well, what do you suggest we do for an 'our and an 'alf before we 'ead off to our separate subjects." What could we do…, I suppose I haven't flown in a while, quite like to do that actually.

"How about we go fly-"

"Oh don't give me that rubbish," Harry's bushy-haired friend storms off in front of us as he and a red-haired boy follow after her to the corner of the courtyard. I just don't understand why Harry is friends with Granger. As proven, she speaks so disrespectfully to him just because she thinks she's smarter than everyone else, Harry doesn't deserve that. Merlin, just thinking about him brings this gnawing feeling in my stomach; I shouldn't have these feelings for him, not so soon after, after Cedric… A hand is waved in front of my eyes.

"Cho?" I pull Fleur's hand back down as she smirks.

"Maybe we should spend some time over there," she cocks her head in Harry's direction, "so you can talk to a certain boy with a scar on 'is 'ead, oui?" I blush. Before I even had a chance to agree or deny, Fleur grabs my wrist and takes me over to them.

** ** ** ** **

[[Fleur's P.O.V]]

"Okay, okay, I'll walk myself. Merlin, Fleur you're keener to see him than I am," I playfully wink at her as I let go of her wrist. You have no idea Cho, that it's not Harry I want to see, it's that brunette next to him that intrigues me.

When we first met on the train, there was no doubt she hated me, I could practically reach out and touch her anger, caused just because I was there in the compartment. I didn't plan on bothering with her, when they hate you there is nothing you can do but take no notice of them. When I was naïve and young, I didn't understand why some of the other girls gave me hurtful looks, I tried to become friends with them, saying and doing nothing but nice and friendly things for them. Yet never did they once even smile or simply talk to me, not behind my back. As I grew up, I learnt to not care about those ones, ignoring them, knowing that if I don't, I would be the one to be ignored. When it came to girls, they either hate me or love me, never have they ever changed their minds. But something strange happened, in the Great Hall yesterday, I was trying to find that cute redhead, Ginny, but I caught the eyes of this brunette instead. The look she gave me was so mixed; full of hatred and jealousy, but of want and amazement as well. It was so intense I couldn't help but look away.

"Hello Harry!" All three of them looks up at us.

"Hi Cho," he turns slightly pink for some reason, before he notices me as well, "oh hey Fleur,"

"Bonjour 'Arry," I smile at him. I could hear Cho and Harry talking, but I was too busy glancing at the brunette who seems to find the grass next to her incredibly fascinating.

"Is that a Tornados badge?" My eyes snap to the red-haired boy next to Harry but I wish they didn't so I couldn't see the way his eyes were raking over me. "You don't support them, do you?" He laughs in a deep 'manly' way which makes me roll my eyes. The brunette is still refusing to look away from the ground.

"Yeah, I do actually," I catch Cho's eyes and I can tell we are both thinking one thing - stupid boy.

"Why is it that people always start supporting a team just because they're" Merlin, would he just shut up. I look straight into his eyes, "they're- win- winning-" what followed out of his mouth could only be described as a cat slowly melting and bubbling away in a cauldron. Painful, I know. Even Harry had to cough back a laugh.

"Right well… I suppose, we best be off. See you, Harry"

"Bye Cho, bye Fleur"

"Au revoir 'Arry"

Cho and I are making our way away from the courtyard and I look back quickly at the brunette. Eyes caught. I smirk; she's staring at my behind.

"Fleur watch out-" Too late, I already walked straight into someone, but luckily I caught my balance before I could fall clumsily to the floor.

"Merde watch where you're going-"

"My bad, are you all right?" I look up at the owner of the deep voice. Tall guy, dark hair, dark eyes and a killer physique from what I could see.

"Yes, I am fine. You must train a lot, you've got an 'ard body," Ha, one suggestive smile and a not quite innocent phrase is making him swallow hard.

"I'm the star chaser for Slytherins for a reason babe," Merde, I hate it when guys call me babe for no reason. "I'm Adrian Pucey, and you must be the new French girl."

"Fleur Delacour, oui" Cho clears her throat and nudges my ribs slightly but I ignore her.

"Pretty name," I smile, "you know Fleur, I've never been to France before; I'd love to know more about it."

"Perhaps I can show you a thing or two then?" One of his eyebrows rises slightly whilst his eyes ran over me. I catch myself from flinching just in time, no matter how many people have done that 'up and down' thing, I've never got used to it. His looks snaps Cho out of her silence and grabs my arm.

"Right okay. Fleur we've got to go. Now." Stop pulling me already.

"Didn't you say we 'ave a free period?"

"I- well, yes we do, but-" Perfect, plenty of time until my next lesson.

"Precisely Cho, I will see you in Defence Against the Dark Arts." Her grips loosening slightly so I shake her off my arm and turn to the tall guy. "So is there somewhere nearby we can go without being interrupted?" He smirks.

"Of course babe," I return his smirk, before turning to Cho,

"À plus tard." I left Cho and followed Adrian down the corridor. We're walking purposefully and in silence but I don't mind, all I want from this guy is sex. Now.

"And here we are," I walk into the classroom door he's opening for me. It's just a normal empty classroom. I sit on one of the closest table, waiting for him to come to me.

"You know Fleur," he's finally close enough for me to start taking his tie off; "I know how you girls like to do everything together. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to bring Chang along next time, if you know what I mean." My hands stop. I sigh inwardly, why are all guys such pigs?

"And what makes you think there will be a next time monsieur?" He leans in right next to my ear.

"Because by the time I'm done with you, you won't want any other guy again." Don't laugh, Fleur, even though you've lost count of exactly how many guys have said that to you before. All this big talk that I've heard many times before, time to see if he can really live up to it…

** ** ** ** **

[[Ginny's P.O.V]]

Thank Merlin, it's finally lunch time. I don't think I can withstand another minute of Binn's monotonous droning. I slump down on the bench next to Hermione and start pouring myself some pumpkin juice straightaway.

"Hey guys," Ron is obviously too busy eating to even acknowledge me and Harry is nowhere to be seen. At least there's Herm to keep me company.

"Hey Ginny, how's your morning been?"

"All right I suppose, Transfiguration was good but then I just had History of Magic with Binns." Hermione nods with understanding. "By the way, where's Harry?" Hermione rolls her eyes.

"You should ask your brother, Mister Tactful"

"Ah wah unlee seyeen de chooth" Ew. Whatever that was, it's suppose to be inside of your mouth Ronald, not on the table, two inches away from my cup.

"Excuse me? I'm afraid I eat food, not speak it Ronald." He's quickly chewing and swallowing.

"I said, I was only stating the truth. Everyone is wearing them nowadays, so many are just jumping on the bandwagon. Just you wait, when the next team is doing better than them, all those glory supporters are going to wear a different badge on their robes…" Okay, Ronald is now proceeding to angrily mutter to himself whilst stabbing the food on his plate.

"Right... so Herm, why isn't Harry here then?"

"What Ronald was supposed to say was this. After History of Magic, we were just talking about how they always copy me in lessons in the courtyard outside when Cho came over-" Ron pipes in.

"And Fleur too," Wait, they talked to Fleur? Damn it, if only I was the same class as them. Herm rolls her eyes again.

"Yes yes, so Cho and Mademoiselle Delacour," I laugh, over exaggerated, yes, but still a rather good French accent, "walks over to us. Obviously Cho was about to have an intellectual conversation with Harry but Ronald here," uhoh, her words are turning more and more sarcastic, "decided to cleverly interrupt their conversation and try and impress her," 'her' obviously being Fleur, "by bombarding poor Cho with accusations about Quidditch or something."

"I wasn't accusing her-"

"Oh really, what were you-"

"So anyways guys," Merlin, they need to stop this arguing, it's doing my head in. "So Harry has now stalked off somewhere because he's upset with Ronald for interrupting his and Cho's would-be amazing and life changing conversation." Ron shrugs. "Hmm I don't know, doesn't really sound like Harry. What happened after?" Hermione turns a little bit pink.

"Well we had Potions, and Ronald and I were still talking-"

"Talking?" She rolls her eyes.

"Fine, we were arguing Ginny, happy?" I nod with a smile. "And I guess, Harry was sick of us arguing and snapped at us." I shake my head.

"Honestly you two are hopeless. Ronald, you need to get yourself a girlfriend or people are really going to believe that you and Hermione are an old married couple or something." Looks like I've struck a nerve, he's turning redder and redder.

"I- well, that's just-, it's not even- right Hermione?" She's staring at her coffee like she was hoping it would swallow her up and take her to another conversation which is more comfortable.

"Well maybe Ginny's right. Maybe you do need to ask me-, ask someone out, then-"

"Hey Ginny" Ah fuck, I bit my lip from the sudden hand on my shoulder. Tracing the hand back to the owner standing behind me was…

"Oh hi Michael," Hermione is gripping my arm and staring at my lip, frowning.

"Merlin, Ginny, you're bleeding pretty badly there." She grabs a napkin and starts dabbing it at my bottom lip. It stings a bit, but nothing that bad. Michael clears his throat, obviously unsure of what to say or do.

"So then, how was your summer?"

"It was okay I suppose what about you?" From the corner of my eye I can see Ron rolling his eyes and getting up to leave. Honestly, he is so protective, it's not even like we're flirting or anything.

"Yeah yeah, not bad either."

"Right that's it. Hermione, I'll see you after Divinations." With that, Ron storms off.

"Er, did I say something to offend your brother?" Hermione smiles and answers for me, whilst still attending to my cut.

"Ronald is extremely protective when it comes to his only sister. Actually all six of her brothers, plus Harry and myself of course, are really. You don't even want to know what would happen to the people who dare to even think of hurting her." Hermione is obviously trying to put Michael off of me, he laughs uneasily but shrugs anyways.

"Well, you can add me to that list as well then I guess." I blink.

"Oh," that certainly wasn't the response Herm was thinking of either, "well, err, that's sweet of you." Michael blushes slightly.

"Yeah well you know." He clears his throat, "Sorry, I said I'll be somewhere with my friends in a bit, so I'll see you later Ginny." He nods at Hermione and gives me a smile which I return as best as I could with half my face covered by the napkin before he hurries off to find his friends.

Herm finally leans back, removing the napkin from my lip.

"He seems extremely keen on you Gin"

"I told you, I'm not interested in him right now"

"And why not? I was expecting him to back away when I basically told him, he'll be as good as dead if he wasn't serious and broke your heart. But no, he stood his ground, seems like a lovely guy to me," I roll my eyes.

"If he's so great, you should go out with him then," She's feigning happiness and all loved-up.

"I would be honored to; I never thought you'd give me your blessing." We both laugh, "But really though, he seems really into you, why don't you give him a try? Not still pining over Harry are we?" I laugh again and shove her lightly. She always teases me about my childhood crush; actually, it was more like he was just my childhood admiral hero really. But then again, I always tease her about the whole Victor Krum thing.

"He is definitely one of those rare nice guys, but it just wouldn't be fair to him if I actually gave him a chance"

"And why is that?"

"Like I said I'm not interested in him." She sighs.

"Honestly, couldn't you just answer my questions properly? Why aren't you interested in him?"

"Because I'm interested in someone else of course"

"Like Hannah?"

"Hannah…?"

"Hannah Abbott silly"

"Oh right. Err, yeah I suppose" Hermione raises an eyebrow.

"Why the hesitation?" Because it's not Hannah on my mind, it's a certain blonde hair, blue-eyed part-Veela goddess that I'm interested in.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Ha, nice try Gin. But I always know when you're not telling me something, is it about Hannah?" Just tell her Ginny, tell her you can't stop thinking about Fleur.

"Yeah it is, you know that letter she sent me, I've just been thinking about that, that's all" Partly true I suppose, I did think about it, just not since when I saw Hannah waiting for a carriage.

"Oh right, well are you going to say yes to her?" No of course not, just like Michael, it wouldn't be fair on her.

"I don't really know, sure I like her, but there's other stuff," like Fleur, "on my mind at the moment."

"I know what you mean, what are you going to do with her then?" I shrug.

"Don't have a clue, I just thought I'll see how this all pans out really." She nods.

"Hey, we better get going to our next lessons, what have you got next?"

"Care of Magical Creatures I think"

"Oh okay, well I've got Arithmancy, so I'll see you in the common room later?"

"Yeah of course," After giving me a quick hug, she sped off to her next lesson.

As I slowly make my way outside, I can't help wondering why I didn't tell Hermione about the whole Fleur thing. She already knows about the flirting on the train, but why do I have this something telling me I shouldn't tell her? Merlin, this gnawing in my stomach is killing me and I know it's not from lack of food. It's weird, I've never been able to keep things from her and vice versa, but with this I feel like I should. Why am I keeping this from her, she knows me and I know her so well… well enough to know that she hates Fleur of course! I smile and sigh with relief. Of course, of course, how could I forget, that's why I didn't tell her, because she doesn't like Fleur and me constantly talking about her will just annoy her. Glad I found the source of the secrecy – it's for her own good. Though, I wonder why I still have this funny feeling in my stomach. Hmm, must just be from not having enough at lunch.

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Sorry about the time between chapters. I might have to cut down on the length of chapter (hopefully don't though) because I'm really struggling with writing a lot. Reviews please? Thanks for reading.