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Crossroad Blues
"I just wish it would end. I can't go on. I give up."
"Don't...Please...don't give up on me."
Stage Four: Depression
After Ginny left I stood, speechless. Draco tossed what was left of his drink into the fire before striding out of the den. It took me a second to realise he was gone and when I did I jogged out of the giant room. He was nowhere to be seen. How could he have disappeared so quickly? Well, in any case he couldn't be far, if he were I would have been dragged to where he was. Instead I walked down the foyer, examining the rooms to the left and right of me. I passed the closed doors to the ballroom and another set of doors that probably led to the kitchens below. I made my way up the huge, carpeted staircase, removing my hand from the banister—it was coated in dust! I brushed my hand off on my skirt and continued making my way up the grand staircase.
Once I reached the first floor landing I was faced with more closed doors on either side of me. Curiously I opened the first door on my right. Everything inside was draped in white sheets. The dying light of day streamed through the large window across the room showed the flecks of dust floating about leisurely.
I closed the door silently and made my way down the hall, checking each room to see if Draco was in one of them. Every room looked as though it hadn't been used in years and I wondered vaguely if he still had servants or house elves of any kind. Well it's Malfoy—he probably can't even crack an egg for breakfast, or dress himself, I mean just look at his work-space!—I thought harshly.
The rooms and various, twisting hallways gave off the creepy, abandoned-for-decades-vibe I concluded as I walked down the carpeted main hallway, quickening slightly because I've gone and scared myself. The entire mansion was quiet, the silence pounding against my ears painfully. I was scared of the large, emptiness of the place and suddenly found myself frozen in the middle of the hall with my fists clenched and my eyes shut tight. I took a few deep breaths, listening for anything—but again, the only noise I could hear was the grandfather clock hidden somewhere in the giant labyrinth of a house. I half-expected to jump at the touch of someone or something or some noise but all remained the same when I opened my eyes.
As though by some instinct I was drawn to another staircase to the left side of the hall, leading up to the second floor. There were fewer doors but I spotted different hallways down the other end. It was a maze! How could anyone find their way through the identical halls and rooms? On every wall there hung portraits—or there used to be portraits. There was the tell-tale discoloration on the wallpaper that indicated the magical family portraits were removed; how long ago I wasn't sure of. I tried one door at random—afraid to call out for Draco, afraid that something evil would come out and get me. Which was ridiculous; I've confronted a demon before and struck a bargain with him! I shouldn't be afraid. I confidently swung the door open.
A closet...lovely.
It was a closet, but it was a Malfoy Manor closet—decorated and made worthy of its title. I closed it promptly and spotted grand, double mahogany doors down the other hall. I made my way to it and opened one of the doors; and as I expected it was the Master Bedroom. But unlike the other rooms this was left untouched—no white sheets draped the lavish furniture but because of such, everything had a fine few inches of undisturbed dust.
The white and gold satin sheets and comforter were neatly tucked in the king-sized bed and the matching pillows decorated the surface symmetrically. There was an armchair beside the long-since-used fireplace and the heavy, gold, curtains on the windows were drawn back and held in place by thick white ropes. The rain had finally stopped and the dying sunlight was attempting to break through the fat, grey clouds that refused to disperse. I could see a large door to the inner-left of the chamber and assumed it was a walk-in closet—and knowing Narcissa Malfoy's wardrobe, it would probably be a huge closet. Another door beside that was probably a lavish bathroom. Afraid to disturb the memory of the room I edged out and quietly closed the door.
There was another large set of doors down another hallway and I prayed to Merlin it was Draco's room.
And it was. I sighed in relief but he was nowhere to be seen. The colour scheme of the room was black and silver, both colours complementing each other nicely—I knew it was his room from the apparent use. The clutter was liken to his office—old clothes littered the floor along with shoes that were missing their other halves, old Daily Prophets. His bed-sheets were tangled and pillows littered the space around the queen-sized bed. Old mugs held stale coffee on the side tables that also housed an array of books, some new, some so old that they were on the point of detaching from the binding, and some open on top of the pile. The curtains hung limply, pooling close to the floor as if they were pulled harshly before being abandoned. There was a strange smell in the room that made me wrinkle my nose and I refused to think about what was rotting silently hidden. The sound of water from behind a black oak door told my instincts that that was the bathroom. I watched the silver knob turn and felt the urge to hide—as if I wasn't allowed in his room. I frantically searched for a hiding place, and dove to the floor on the other side of the bed.
Draco emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing at all. I averted my eyes as he reached for a crumpled towel, sniffed it and straightened.
"JESUS!" He shouted, scaring me. He'd spotted me. "What the fuck Granger?" I rose from my hiding place but my eyes remained looking at everything except...you know...He crossed his arms and stood, unashamed of himself.
"I'm sorry I...I wondered where you went."
"To shower off all the Weasley. Two in one day is my limit." He smirked and I shot him a glare; but by doing so my eyes inadvertently rebelled and travelled south quickly before I regained control. I crossed my own arms.
"Will you put something on please?" I picked up one of the few remaining pillows on the bed and threw it at him. He caught it and held it low against his hips in mock modesty for my sake.
"Poor Granger, died without seeing a man naked." He mocked harshly. And suddenly I found myself close to tears.
"Shut your mouth you snake. I'm not dead yet. And you are the only one who can help me and all you do is strut around making a mess of things, not giving a rat's ass about anything or anyone else!" My voice had broken and I cursed myself for it. He observed me with a look I couldn't name for longer than a minute before he spoke.
"This is all just a mind-game. I have been overworking lately. You're just a delusion. Working in the Thought Chamber can do that to a person." He seemed to be trying to convince himself I didn't exist. I strode up to him and slapped him hard across the face.
"Was that a delusion!" I shouted. He grabbed my wrists, dropping the pillow and forced my hands up in the air. I struggled but he did not relinquish his death-grip. I tried to step back but he tripped on the forgotten pillow and we both fell onto the bed. I immediately stopped struggling when I felt his body on top of mine. I could feel his every muscle stretched against his skin.
"Touch me again, and you'll wish you were dead." His voice was low and deadly and his eyes were clouded over with either anger or passion. The latter seemed unlikely and so I cowered despite my best efforts. He slid off me, his warmth went with him, "You had better not be here when I come out." He added before he disappeared in the steam of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
I remained on my back on the bed until I felt the hot tears fall sideways out of my eyes before they disappeared into my hair. It was hopeless, he wasn't going to help me. I would be dead soon—seven days was all I had to create some sort of soul for Draco Malfoy.
I found myself curled into a ball on my side, hugging the pillow to the side of my face as I cried, as I lost hope.
***
It was some time later when night had finally come and I was drifting in and out of consciousness that Draco emerged from his bath. I could hear the hesitation in his step as he realised I was still on the bed, curled on the far side.
I barely heard him make his way across the room from the bathroom but felt the bed sag only slightly under the new weight. My shoulders shook as I tried to stifle my tears, to keep quiet. The last thing I ever expected was Draco to put his hand gently on my shoulder. He hesitated before adjusting himself on the bed. I felt his other arm slide underneath my body, pulling me to him. My back was against his bare front as he curled protectively around me. With his other hand he drew the tangled sheets around us. My eyes were blurred from my tears but the racking, silent sobs seemed to subside, absorbed by Draco's body. He held me tightly, his arms around my stomach, his cheek against my head.
"Don't cry." He whispered. His voice was so gentle that I almost cried anew. "It's pathetic." He added, to secure his reputation of being an ass. I could feel his wet hair soak the pillow and the musky smell of his soap filled my nostrils.
I inhaled, sniffling wetly. "What can I do?" I whispered, almost to myself. "How can I make you human? How can I make you love?"
"You want to make love?" He asked, clearly not listening to what I said. There was laughter in his voice as I elbowed him lightly. I was out of energy, I was drained. I couldn't keep up the facade.
"You're hopeless. You'll always be alone and miserable and angry. Never feeling love in any form, never giving love in any form." A fat tear fell from my eye and was soaked up instantly by the goose-down pillow.
"Oh I give plenty of love."
"Your prostitutes don't count." I said angrily. I knew all about Draco Malfoy's scandalous sex life—as did any witch who read Witch Weekly, and of course Ginny filled me in, I would never read those sorts of things...Anyway, it was said he had personal 'membership' passes to all the most prestigious whore houses—magical and muggle—and I recall the day Ginny strode into our den (this was before she'd moved in with Harry) and she'd announced Malfoy's private life with disgust. She protested that the Ministry should shut down those 'disease ridden hovels' but a look passed between Harry and Ron who were seated by the fire and I knew they had no objection against whore houses.
"They're not the common prostitutes Weasley can barely afford." He said with maliciousness. I rolled my eyes tiredly.
"I can't argue anymore. I'm so tired..." I protested. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I'd never been this tired or sad before in my life. I leaned back against Draco's muscular body, falling slowly asleep. I closed my eyes and let the cold wave of depression wash over me.
***
Six Days Remain
Bang, Bang, Bang. I jerked awake suddenly.
What was that?
Draco held me close, still asleep, his right arm and leg draped across my body, his nose in the crook of my neck. I could feel his hot breath from his nose and the softness of his lips against my skin. His steady breathing made it clear he was still asleep, unperturbed by the distant banging. I lifted my head slightly but I couldn't move an inch because of his grip on my body.
Bang, Bang, Bang.
"Draco." I whispered, turning in my place to face him, my skirt sliding awkwardly. I found myself so close to him; his leg still draped over me, his lips hovered over mine and his nose grazed mine. "Draco." I whispered again, but this time my lips brushed against his when I spoke. I hadn't thought this through...
Bang, Bang, Bang.
It sounded like it was coming from the foyer—was someone knocking on the front doors to the Manor? I awkwardly twisted my arm so as to shake Draco awake. "Draco." I hissed, giving him a slightly shove.
Suddenly he was on top of me, his wand pointed at my throat. He sighed when he saw it was only me. I, however, was in complete shock. He'd moved with such speed that I had no time to even gasp.
"What is it?" He asked, rolling off of me. Before I could gather my wits about me and answer him the banging sounded again. He growled in frustration. "What now?" He slid off the bed and pulled on what I assumed was an old shirt and left the room still in his boxers. I slid off as well for the bed was pretty high off the ground I realised as of late that the mattress came up to my waist when I stood. I left my heels by the bed and adjusted my tight pencil skirt as I jogged out after Malfoy.
I followed him down the staircases and to the front foyer where he yanked the door open on the second loud knock, interrupting it. "What the bloody fuck do you want," he swung the door wide and glared, "Weasley?"
"We have a warrant." It was Harry, he stood beside Ron, the two of them looking dashing and clean-cut in their Auror robes and aftershave (only in Harry's case, Ron still sported that hideous beard) compared to the dishevelled, bed-head, prickly-cheeked Malfoy that stood beside me. Usually it was Draco who always looked suave whilst Harry and Ron looked bedraggled. I looked behind them and saw quite a few Aurors who looked eager to search the Malfoy Manor—new recruits I suppose—Draco waved them in, stepping aside graciously.
"Well then, by all means." His voice was heavy with sarcasm. The other men and women streamed in, pulling out their wands, getting ready to search the Manor. Harry stood in the foyer, handing Draco the parchment.
"We also have the consent to use Veritaserum on you." Harry added gravely. Draco looked irritated.
"So it isn't enough to barge in on a person while sleeping at home in the early hours of the day, but now you want to bring me in for questioning?" He nearly shouted. I was afraid to try to calm him.
"It's ten-thirty." Ron stated. "Usually you'd be at work with the rest of the hard-working witches and wizards but you decided to play hooky today didn't you?" He walked up to Draco, unafraid of being hit.
"Have I said or done anything to make you want to question me?" Draco asked, ignoring Ron, his voice contained but his anger still evident. Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder and brought him back a few steps.
"You told Ginny you kidnapped Hermione." Ron growled.
"Ron," Harry said in a tone I knew meant Ron was exaggerating. "Ginny told us you kept saying you 'saw' Hermione." Harry looked around once with his eyes. "Well? Where is she?"
"Two feet to the left of you Potter." Draco said snidely, Harry and Ron looked my way but Ron saw right through me; I had the strangest feeling that Harry could see me for a split second before he too, looked beyond me.
"Alright, c'mon wise-guy." Ron pulled out his wand. "Are you going to cooperate or should we detain you?" Ron made it clear which option he preferred. Draco glared for a moment longer before grabbing Ron by the front of his robes.
"Think you can threaten me Weasley?" Harry and another Auror rushed forward and shoved Draco against one of the large columns. They restrained his arms but Draco fought against them. I stood with my arms raised trying to find a way to calm everyone down.
"In my own home? You'll be sorry!" He shouted as they dragged him out of the mansion, and I was reluctantly pulled as well.
***
An hour later we were in an interrogation room in the Department's Auror section. I stood in my blasted heels, tapping the floor impatiently, my arms crossed. To say I was angry would be an understatement. Draco sat in a chair behind a glass-topped table, his hands tied in front of him invisibly by magic; his wand confiscated. He had a disgruntled look on his face as he observed the two-way mirror with disdain. I shook my head at him repeatedly.
"I can't believe this. This doesn't help anyone, you locked up like this."
He didn't say anything.
"Why did you have to go and attack him!" I circled him and the table angrily until a woman walked through the door. She wore the robes of a St. Mungo's Healer and had the visitor's badge pinned to her cloak. She magicked a clipboard in after her and took the seat opposite Draco. I took the opportunity to slip through the door. I found the second door beside the room marked 'Observation' and walked in.
Harry, Ron, Ginny and a few other Aurors stood with their arms crossed, watching Draco through the two-way mirror. A few magicked quills and parchment floated around their heads, ready to write a transcript of the events.
"Thirsty Mr. Malfoy?" The Healer asked, pushing a goblet across the glass table towards him. He glared at the Healer and did not drink the goblet. The quills scratched frantically, despite the one-sided conversation. Ron huffed impatiently.
"Why doesn't she just force it down his throat?"
"He'll give in." Ginny said quietly, watching the events unfold. Harry didn't comment. I watched them with concern, hoping they would believe him.
Amazingly Draco awkwardly picked up the goblet with both hands and turned to face the people behind the glass, toasting us before taking a long swig, emptying the pewter goblet.
"Alright Mr. Malfoy. Let's start from the beginning." The Healer asked as soon as Draco finished the drink. He tossed the goblet onto the table and it wobbled dangerously before righting itself.
"Fire away." He said, leaning back into the chair, stretching his long legs under the table.
"What did you do yesterday?"
"Woke up. Went to work. Came home." His answers were automatic.
"And did you see Hermione Granger yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"At work. She followed me down to the Department of Mysteries, annoyed me all day until I took her to see Weasley."
"Which Weasley? Ginny?"
"That's right."
"And what happened then?"
"I told her about Granger following me and how she stood beside her and she didn't believe me. She attacked me after that."
"I see." The Healer's quill scribbled notes and the loud scratching sounds of the quills against the parchments in the Observation room filled my ears. "And, where is Miss Granger now?"
"She slipped out the door when you walked in. Probably on the other side of the glass knowing her." He glanced at the glass and nodded in greeting and I uncrossed my arms for a second as everyone in the room looked around uneasily.
The Healer glanced at the window and adjusted her spectacles before turning to look back at Draco.
"I see. And why is it no one can see her?"
"I don't know. But whatever she does or says only I can see and hear."
"...do you know that Miss Granger hasn't been home for quite some time, would you know where she is?"
"I don't know. But we're trying to figure that out."
"'We'?"
"Granger and I, she asked me to help her. She was working on something before she went missing."
"And would that something put her in danger?"
"Apparently." Draco's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "She's missing isn't she? She's out there somewhere but I know her spirit—or something or other—is haunting me and I need to get her off my back."
The Healer waited until the quill stopped writing before asking her next question. "Alright Mr. Malfoy, so what happened after the encounter with Miss Weasley?"
"I went home, Granger followed and then Potter and Weasley's brother burst in unannounced, wands blazing."
"And?"
"They left and then I took a shower." I stood up straighter; he hadn't mentioned the bargain he'd made with Ginny...but wasn't he under the influence of Veritaserum? He couldn't fight it like anyone would an Unforgivable Curse; but then again those who were mentally unstable could not be held credible to what they say—Barty Crouch Jr. was an example of this as I well knew.
"And when did Mr. Potter and the team arrive at your Manor?" She glanced down at her notes for a moment.
"In the morning."
"So what happened in the night time? Did you see Miss Granger the entire time or just during the daytime?"
"No she stayed the night, she can't leave. We slept together." He answered simply, unashamed of what he'd said.
I blushed instantly and Ron turned an angry shade of red, Ginny cleared her throat and the others shuffled their feet. Harry had no reaction.
"I see." The Healer said with more emotion this time, I could see she'd raised her eyebrow before continuing.
"And, why can't Miss Granger leave? Are you keeping her in the Manor?"
"No, she's tied to me somehow. Everywhere I go she goes."
"Like a spell?"
"More than that."
"Mhm." She nodded and looked towards the glass before standing up. "Thank you Mr. Malfoy." She walked towards the door and in a moment she was in the Observation room. She released a long sigh before she spoke.
"So? Is he a complete nutter?" Ron asked angrily, folding his arms. Ginny said nothing but Harry looked eager for news.
"That's the thing Mr. Weasley. He told the truth. We used Veritaserum and every word he said is true—but with suspects like Mr. Malfoy, it's very easy for them to bend the truth. You see, some witches and wizards can resist its effects while others cannot; I'm afraid it cannot be used as definite proof of guilt or innocence."
"So what are you saying?" Harry asked, but I suspected he already knew, the explanation was just for Ron's benefit.
"As long as Mr. Malfoy believes his story to be true, it will be, and not even Veritaserum will change that."
"So he is a nutter." Ron said, confirming his belief before turning to Harry, "alright so should we hold him for the rest of the investigation?"
Harry considered this for a moment. "Is there any way that Malfoy's word can be trusted?"
"He seemed pretty convinced that Hermione was there." Ginny added. Ron was flabbergasted that his sister and best friend were trying to take Draco's word on the matter.
"Mr. Potter, what Mr. Malfoy was describing is a classic case of paranormal delusions. He believes he's seeing Miss Granger even though she's not really there. Talking, touching, having relations with her while she's not present—clearly he has some form of extreme obsession. The only thing I can do is prescribe a potion for him but he must be moved to the psychiatric ward in St. Mungo's."
"Oh he's obsessed alright." Ron agreed and I rolled my eyes, for goodness sake Ron, 'sleeping' can just mean sleeping, why does it have to mean sex? For some strange reason I didn't want them all to think ill of Draco.
"Thank you." Harry said, shaking the Healer's hand as she left. He sighed heavily, massaging the bridge of his nose, raising his glasses. Ginny walked up behind him and massaged his shoulders. My eyes wandered to her stomach and I noticed she wore a nice cashmere sweater under the cloak that hid her growing belly. I wondered if she told Harry yet.
I left the room and went back to the interrogation room. Draco looked up as I entered.
"Well?" He asked.
"They think you're mental." I said with a sigh.
"Well that's just great." He sounded angry.
"Well if you keep talking to nothing you'll definitely confirm their suspicions." I stated. I jumped when he slammed his fist on the table.
"Well what the bloody fuck am I supposed to do?" He shouted.
"Stop it." I said. He ignored me and stood. "STOP!" I shouted, knocking the goblet over in my anger. Draco stood, silent, looking behind me. Harry had walked in and froze half-way between coming through the door. He was looking down at the goblet and then up at Draco.
Draco merely looked at Harry and shrugged his shoulders. "Told you."
"I came to let you know...we're letting you go." It seemed that whatever decision they'd come to inside the Observation room didn't matter because Harry just changed the verdict. There was the muffled sound of a pound against the glass and I suspected Ron had angrily punched it after hearing Harry's words.
An hour later we were in my flat. Draco was picking his way through my objects. We'd gone back to the Manor for him to change before apparating to my flat. It was magically secured but Harry had come with us. He watched Draco with a wary eye as he leafed through my things, pushing them aside with his wand as if afraid to touch my muggle-born objects.
Everything was neatly piled and stacked and I thought I heard Draco scoff at my neatness when he walked in. They searched my dingy kitchen and bathroom before moving into my room—still untouched from the day I disappeared—I tried to help as best I could but I couldn't remember where I hid the files I had been working on.
I checked under my bed and between objects but there was nothing. Harry checked the other side of the room while Draco went through my dresser. He didn't seem interested in my stories but my lingerie caught his eye. I slapped his hand.
"Do not touch."
He snickered as he pushed my neatly-folded knickers aside and observed the rest of the drawer before moving onto different drawers. I sighed tiredly. "There's nothing. I wouldn't hide it in plain sight."
"A lot of good that will do us."
"What?" Harry looked up, thinking Draco was speaking to him.
"Granger was just saying she wouldn't leave something important lying around. I mean if it was enough to get her kidnapped then she wouldn't leave it under her pillow now would she?"
Harry looked at him, unsure of how to respond to a comment like that.
"Has Ginny told him yet?"
"Told him what?" Draco inquired.
"Just ask him." I said impatiently.
"Potter," Harry looked up again, "Has Weasleyette told you yet? Granger wants to know." He added at the end, still searching through my things for a clue. Harry was momentarily lost for words about how blunt Draco was being about something so important.
"About...the baby?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Oh Harry I'm so happy for you two. I wish I could hug you." My voice broke and my chin trembled with joy, I tried to smile through my tears.
Draco awkwardly put a hand on the small of my back. "Don't cry." He turned to Harry, "She's happy for you."
Harry set his jaw and nodded in thanks. I went over and hugged him anyway. Draco watched me and in turn Harry watched Draco's gaze. "She's hugging you." He explained and Harry hesitantly hugged the air in front of him. He made his arms a little too wide but I held him tight.
"Alright Granger enough for one day, let's look somewhere else." Draco interrupted and I instantly wanted to slap him.
"The only other place would be the office but—"
"Let's go then." He announced interrupting me.
"Do you think Hermione would hide important files in the Department?" Harry asked sceptically.
"He's right I wouldn't." I supplied.
"Well then where else should we look Granger!" He snapped, grabbing me by my shoulders. I struggled against him.
"Let go of me!"
"Malfoy." Harry said, taking a step forward, unsure of what to do.
"LET GO." I demanded and Draco released me, fuming.
I collapsed onto my bed, taking off my heels and throwing them across the room where they cracked the dresser's mirror slightly—Harry seemed to hear something but I was unsure of whether or not he'd seen the glass fracture momentarily before returning to normal, as if I wasn't there, as if nothing happened.
"I can't do this. I just wish it would end already. I can't go on. I give up." I whispered, tears falling slowly down my face.
Draco calmed himself before moving to sit beside me on the bed. He stroked my hair away from my neck and in a spontaneous act of passion put his mouth close to my neck, comforting me.
"Don't," he whispered, "Please, don't give up on me..." It was such an intimate moment that I forgot Harry was in the room. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and I realised how strange the scene before him looked; Draco stroking thin air, nuzzling his face against nothing, whispering things to someone who wasn't there. I sniffled and pulled away from Draco.
"We have to find those case files." I said sombrely, getting up off the bed, wiping away my tears. Before I was through the door Draco stormed past me and slammed the front door. I looked at Harry who sighed loudly, taking in one last glance at the room.
"This is going to be a long investigation." Before he shut the door to the room he spoke silently, "Where are you Hermione?"
"I'm here Harry." Fighting the overwhelming feeling that everything was out of my control, I followed them both out the door, "I'm here."
A/N: Hey guys! Wow i'm getting quick at updating these yay lol. It's probably just cuz it's summer :P. Sorry it's so long usually each chapter of Crossroad Blues comes out to 9 pages on microsoft word, and around 4,000 words, but with this i just felt i needed to add certain scenes and when i got to the 9 page mark i felt it still needed wrapping up and it didnt feel like a complete chapter. I mean gosh the time goes by so fast and i dont know HOW i get to 9 pages so fast everytime! But yeah with this chapter i think it was 13 pages and 5,000ish words? Iono yeah, sorry if it's too long and hard to read? :( :( I have such a problem with editing :P I got a few complaints about it over on Fix You (my other story on here on hold till i can recover some files from my deleted USB thingy) anyway to SnacoGranger lol!!!!!!!!! You can picture whomever you want! Im not saying THIS IS THE VOICE OF THE DEMON lol not in any way at all! I youtubed a vid of Joe and he's great too! I just found that Gilbert is much more funnier to listen to and he can pull of the creeper/sarcastic voice (Iago from Aladdin and the Beetle from Thumbelina :P) so yeah it can be whoever you want just as long as you enjoy the story/plot/characters I'M HAPPY and when I'M HAPPY, EVERYONE'S HAPPY lol jk jk But reviews will earn you guys freshly baked cookies, the chocolate all gooey and warm and baked within them are my love and happiness!!!
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