[BeLieViNG iN You]
An this wun's dedicated to Hyper_Shark...for reasons unknown to mankind.
R/R, if it pleases u.
Chapter 3: Explanaaaations...
Dinner was a courteous and pleasant affair. Mr Granger was a forbidding man, quite the opposite of that idiot Weasley, who Draco had the misfortune to meet before. But Mr Granger was pleasant enough, once he knew that there was no chance of Draco disrupting the household. He spoke of wonderous new things to Draco, like the Muggle 'economy', and a strange place called 'Wall Street'. He explained to Draco about Muggle money, and how to use it. He stumbled a little over the conversion terms, where Hermione helped out. And not once did he speak about being a dentist. That threw Draco off a little bit. Overall, the father was not what he expected at all.
Hermione sat quietly, brooding over her food. How could her worst enemy end up living in her house? Next door to her room? Why her, of all people? Why not Pansy Parkinson or someone else? But that was the hand the Fates had dealt her, and she had to learn to live with it.
"Stupid Fates..." she muttered as she picked at her food.
Mrs Granger ("Please, call me Angelina"), was busy occupying Jacob with some family history apparently. Josh, and Daniel were busy taking advantage of Draco's gullibility.
In a good-hearted way, of course. You know, about the 'free money' that credit cards gave away. Mrs Granger spent the rest of dinner trying to help poor Draco understand.
Draco brooded thoughtfully as he pushed open the door to his room. The Granger family (plus Josh's friend Daniel, who just seemed to be a live-in) were picturesque, very much the loving family home that Draco had always envisioned the Mudblood to have. Do-gooding, smart, intelligent and loving. He sighed. He needed to escape, and soon, before their Brady Bunch influence rubbed off on him. He began to strip off in preparation for bed. Josh had been kind enough to lend some old sweatshirts and pants for Draco to wear to bed. He began to mull over Daniel. Something was off about that boy, and it wasn't just his resemblance to Sirius Black.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
"Malfoy?" Old habits died hard. He pulled the trousers up and tied the drawstring.
"I'm decent, Granger." She entered gracefully, dressed in the same jumper and pants as last night.
"I brought you some cocoa." She placed the tray on his dresser.
"Thanks." he muttered.
"Where'd the kitten come from, Malfoy?" She asked, scooping up the little white ball of fur. It was his turn to look surprised.
"I thought it was yours?" he asked. Hermione looked surprised.
"Maybe it accidentally wandered in when Daniel left the door open. Oh well. She's a cute one, aren't you bubby?" She snuggled it as she gracefully clambered onto the bed. The kitten nestled towards her, mewling.
'Evil cat. Betrayer...' Draco's conscience of doom muttered in his head.
"So...err. Where were we?" Draco fell onto the leather couch in his room. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You could sit on the bed you know. I won't bite."
"No thanks. I prefer to keep my distance. I don't want to get dirty." He sneered.
"Suit yourself." She had shrugged, not seeming to care. Strangely, he had regretted it when the words came out of his mouth. So childish of him. And strangely enough, the words had hurt Hermione more than she thought they would. She should have expected them though, right? Because, you know, this was Malfoy, right?
Each in their own little worlds of thought, they looked up at the same moment.
"Why did you help me?"
"Why did you accept our help?" They spoke simutaneously. A small, twisted smile touched Draco's lips as Hermione gave a small chuckle.
"Why don't you go first, Granger?" She paused, a hooded look in her eyes.
"You should know as well as I that leaving semi-alive bodies in the street is not in my nature, Malfoy. Even if they're you." She spoke curtly, stroking the kitten.
"Well. Thank you for making me feel so loved." he drawled. She shrugged.
"It's not in my nature to lie, either." She sighed.
"You're not beyond redemption, Malfoy. As far as I know, you haven't killed anyone yet, have you?" He closed his eyes. Trying to block out the pain. Trying to block out the silent screams. There was silence.
"I...Malfoy. If it pains you so, don't answer. I'm not sure if I want to know." Her voice was unsteady as she spoke, the hand that stroked the kitten trembling.
"No. No, it's okay. Not through my own direct course of action I haven't. Not through my own will." His hands tightened and contracted around the cushion as he stared at the roof listlessly.
"D...Draco?" She had completely stopped stroking the kitten now, and was just staring at him, mouth open in astonishment. He snapped.
"Never mind my story. Why did you do it, Granger? So I could owe you something? Perhaps for me to stop calling you a mudblood? All you had to do was ask." He was being cruel, he knew it. But it was his only defence.
Her eyes narrowed. Damn, she saw through him.
"I know you're trying to defend yourself, Malfoy. And you know what? I don't care. I don't care about your petty insults, and I _have_ been asking you to stop it, ever since fourth year, you incompetent moron. If I had the choice, I'd leave this room right now, and get my brother to kick your ass. But you know what? I'm too curious. I want to know exactly what made the great high and mighty Draco Malfoy accept the hospitality of Muggles. I want to know how the amazing Draco Malfoy ended up in a puddle of pureblood outside my home. And I'm not leaving here until I find out." She spat at him, so quickly that he was overwhelmed by the sudden rush of hatred and blazing anger in her voice.
"Fine, _mudblood_. You want the truth? I'll give you the filthy truth. I'll show you the world isn't so bloody black and white after all." She sat silently, glaring at him. He couldn't take it anymore, and stood up, walking towards the window.
"I was lying outside your house Granger, because my mansion isn't far from here. In fact, I apparated my cold and broken body to outside your home because I was looking for you. That's right, you." He responded to her shocked and surprised look.
"I'm going to trust your intelligence and choose my next sentences very carefully. You choose what you will to interpret to your family, I don't think they'd understand." She gazed at him, and he took that as an indication to continue. He took a deep breath.
"I'm in hiding, from something so evil that I'd rather live with a pack of Mudbloods than brave my own home. For day and night my father has been so sick that the entire Malfoy estate is falling into disrepair. The house elves are too terrified to be of any service, and my mother..." He looked pale, but continued on, voice ruthless and ice-cold.
"...My mother is dead. I believe that's what set father off. My father's been possessed by something Granger. He's been frothing and spitting at the mouth for four days now." Another breath.
"The injuries inflicted upon me that you saw were a result of a visit from the High and All-Mighty Dark Lord. He wasn't pleased with what had happened to his favourite...friend." The word sounded odd coming from his mouth. He didn't say it in a nasty way. He didn't think he could say it again. He just knew that there was no way in hell that he could say Death Eater. Draco looked at her, and she just kept staring, silent. He sighed.
"My father used to be a lycanthrope, Granger. Do you know what that means?" He asked, running a hand through his white-blonde hair.
"He's...he was? A...werewolf?" She looked shocked.
"Correct. Voldemort kindly cured him of that condition. But I suspect he was attacked in the forest by something supernatural, and that, intermingled with the werewolf genes in his blood has caused him to go mad with bloodlust."
"But this is only once a month, right?" Draco turned away from the window, sliding onto the bed besides her.
"Wrong, Granger. This is 24/7, until he masters it. Granger, I don't think you understand. He's a little more than a werewolf now. He's a 'hybrid', with wolf strength. With wolf appetite. And a wolf's brain, and bloodlust. He wants to do more than eat me, Granger. He wants to shred me up and serve my innards to Voldemort on a plate." Hermione looked shocked, but thought quickly.
'His own son...'
"That still doesn't explain why you came to me for help." She spoke, and he sighed.
"You're the closest person to my house. The estate is disguised, it's in that meadow on the street between the park and the forest. He can't smell me out amongst all the muggles."
"Why me though? Why not Pansy, or Blaise?" She persisted.
"Because you're the only one with a do-gooding nature. I needed a Gryffindor. Who else could I trust, so foolishly? Certainly not a Slytherin. And I'll be damned if I leave my fate to a Hufflepuff."
"I see." She rose off the bed, deep in thought.
"Granger?" She paused by the dresser, hand on her warm mug of cocoa.
"My future is in your hands now. You have the proof to throw me and my family in Azkaban." he stated warily.
"Does that mean I can get you to roll over and play dead?" She asked sweetly.
"If you would take advantage of it, then yes." He gritted his teeth. Her eyes narrowed.
"You should know better than anyone, when you came to my house last night Draco Malfoy. I do favours for people because that's the way I am. To expect anything in return would be setting myself up for a very hard fall." She remarked coldy before closing the door. A small crack of light shone through the crack between the door and the floor.
"Good night." She said curtly, her voice muffled through the solid wood of the door.
He didn't bother to reply. Switching off the lights, he paused, listening to the rain spatter on the tin roof. His reverie was interrupted by a feline yawn.
"You know, cat, we need to name you." He crawled into bed, and fell asleep stroking the kitten.
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Two hours later...
I lay awake in my bed, listening to the endless rainfall outside. I used to think it was so magical, but tonight it was just irritating me.
Did that mean Malfoy was a werewolf? He said 'werewolf genes', so I'm assuming that it was hereditary. Did Voldemort cure him also?
He was so bitter, and defensive. But better defensive than vicious, I say. I rolled over to switch my lamp off.
Tapping? I listened intently. I wasn't hearing things.
"Granger? Can you hear me?" Draco's voice was muffled.
Should I respond? Might as well, I wasn't feeling tired yet.
"Yea Malfoy. What you want?" It felt weird talking to a wall.
"Hey Granger..." A pause.
"Yeah?"
"Can we go shopping tomorrow?"
"Alright." I thought that was the end of it, so I turned to climb back into bed. It was like the sadistic bastard knew what I was doing.
"Hey Granger?" I paused. Slowly, I walked the distance back to the wall.
"What Malfoy?"
"Why is the sky blue?"
Growling, I stomped to my door and threw it open, then pushed his door open. He was reclining on the black leather lounge, kitten in one hand as he pressed his ear to the wall.
"Looking for me, Malfoy?" He looked up, startled, then gave me a sly, cheeky grin.
"But I was lonely Granger..." He made puppy eyes at me.
"Go to bed Malfoy. And stop pulling that damn gopher face. It's disgusting."
"But-"
"Go to bed!!" I stomped my foot. He made a face.
"Fine."
"Hey Granger-"
"WHAT."
"Why are you such a Mudblood?" And he leapt into his bed, laughing as if it was some hilarious joke.
"You're lucky it's too cold and I just want to go to bed Malfoy. I'm going to kick your ass tomorrow."
"Hey Granger..."
"No Malfoy."
"But Granger..."
"NO MALFOY."
"I just wanted to ask you to stoke the fire for me."
"What, you think I'm some kind of slave?"
"Please? I think the cat's cold."
"It's a kitten, Malfoy, not a cat. Fine. You sadistic bastard." I stomped up to the grate and threw more wood in a poked it around.
"There, you happy?"
"Cat, kitten...all pussy's the same." He gave me a perverted wink.
"You. Are. So. Dead. Get out my house tomorrow, Malfoy. You can go to hell for all I care." I started shouting.
"But your family loves me! And speaking of which, you'd better hush, before you wake them." And it was true. They did like the cold-hearted bastard, for goodness knows why.
"I hate you. I hope you burn."
"I hate you too Mudblood." He smirked, and turned off the light.
"Whoo, you look scary in the firelight, Granger. That's one wild mane you got going there..." I snarled in frustration. Why was I still standing there? I grabbed the door roughly.
"What, no kiss goodnight?" His voice called.
"I don't have any poison to coat my lips with. Go to sleep, dickhead."
"Reowr." I slammed the door shut, cheeks burning as I stormed into my room. What an infuriating git!
Draco snuggled into his bedsheets, kitten purring as it nestled at his feet.
"Ah...a job well done. I'll sleep well tonight. Good night kitty." the little ball of fluff turned around three times before it snuggled into the warm blankets.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
**thank-you's**
couch-potato:
Why thank you...personally I do have a feeling that there will be a plot entering this story sometime soon...*prays to the gods of literature and all things creative* Why? Why?
And THANK YOU for adding me to your favourite stories list! Mwhahahaah...*lightning strikes again* erk...
candledot:
Mwhahaha...more chapters for you! On the silver platter that is fanfiction.net. *twitch*
kawaii-kirei:
Interesting nickname...cute pretty? LOL Yes, yes...I think he must have received some brain damage along the way...but this is a D/Hr fic anyway...*shrug*
Broken-Hermione:
LOL of course...that evil tylenol and morphine...*twitch twitch* Ahahahah! If I lose the plot you know what I'm on! *snore* Zzzzzzz...
hyper_shark:
Ahah! I love you! *moon eyes* You read all three chapters! *ahem* yes, I'm sad, i know...*shrug* but this one's dedicated to u!
*mutters* I really need a life.
Well, that was a long one! Now we get a little further into it. I know it's boring, but kinda semi-essential to any plot that might develop...so you might want to read it. Erk...And...sorry it's all in conversation form mostly...not my usual style of writing but I seem to be stuck in it at the moment.
It's good if you can concentrate that long...so sorry about any mistakes, coz I sure as hell can't concentrate long enough to proofread...anyone want to do it for me? LOL
e-mail eazydreamer@hotmail.com if you want to be a beta reader... :)
This is only the second night that Draco's been there, remember? Take it easy! And sorry if I bored ya...mwahahaha, no I'm not really.
An this wun's dedicated to Hyper_Shark...for reasons unknown to mankind.
R/R, if it pleases u.
Chapter 3: Explanaaaations...
Dinner was a courteous and pleasant affair. Mr Granger was a forbidding man, quite the opposite of that idiot Weasley, who Draco had the misfortune to meet before. But Mr Granger was pleasant enough, once he knew that there was no chance of Draco disrupting the household. He spoke of wonderous new things to Draco, like the Muggle 'economy', and a strange place called 'Wall Street'. He explained to Draco about Muggle money, and how to use it. He stumbled a little over the conversion terms, where Hermione helped out. And not once did he speak about being a dentist. That threw Draco off a little bit. Overall, the father was not what he expected at all.
Hermione sat quietly, brooding over her food. How could her worst enemy end up living in her house? Next door to her room? Why her, of all people? Why not Pansy Parkinson or someone else? But that was the hand the Fates had dealt her, and she had to learn to live with it.
"Stupid Fates..." she muttered as she picked at her food.
Mrs Granger ("Please, call me Angelina"), was busy occupying Jacob with some family history apparently. Josh, and Daniel were busy taking advantage of Draco's gullibility.
In a good-hearted way, of course. You know, about the 'free money' that credit cards gave away. Mrs Granger spent the rest of dinner trying to help poor Draco understand.
Draco brooded thoughtfully as he pushed open the door to his room. The Granger family (plus Josh's friend Daniel, who just seemed to be a live-in) were picturesque, very much the loving family home that Draco had always envisioned the Mudblood to have. Do-gooding, smart, intelligent and loving. He sighed. He needed to escape, and soon, before their Brady Bunch influence rubbed off on him. He began to strip off in preparation for bed. Josh had been kind enough to lend some old sweatshirts and pants for Draco to wear to bed. He began to mull over Daniel. Something was off about that boy, and it wasn't just his resemblance to Sirius Black.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
"Malfoy?" Old habits died hard. He pulled the trousers up and tied the drawstring.
"I'm decent, Granger." She entered gracefully, dressed in the same jumper and pants as last night.
"I brought you some cocoa." She placed the tray on his dresser.
"Thanks." he muttered.
"Where'd the kitten come from, Malfoy?" She asked, scooping up the little white ball of fur. It was his turn to look surprised.
"I thought it was yours?" he asked. Hermione looked surprised.
"Maybe it accidentally wandered in when Daniel left the door open. Oh well. She's a cute one, aren't you bubby?" She snuggled it as she gracefully clambered onto the bed. The kitten nestled towards her, mewling.
'Evil cat. Betrayer...' Draco's conscience of doom muttered in his head.
"So...err. Where were we?" Draco fell onto the leather couch in his room. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You could sit on the bed you know. I won't bite."
"No thanks. I prefer to keep my distance. I don't want to get dirty." He sneered.
"Suit yourself." She had shrugged, not seeming to care. Strangely, he had regretted it when the words came out of his mouth. So childish of him. And strangely enough, the words had hurt Hermione more than she thought they would. She should have expected them though, right? Because, you know, this was Malfoy, right?
Each in their own little worlds of thought, they looked up at the same moment.
"Why did you help me?"
"Why did you accept our help?" They spoke simutaneously. A small, twisted smile touched Draco's lips as Hermione gave a small chuckle.
"Why don't you go first, Granger?" She paused, a hooded look in her eyes.
"You should know as well as I that leaving semi-alive bodies in the street is not in my nature, Malfoy. Even if they're you." She spoke curtly, stroking the kitten.
"Well. Thank you for making me feel so loved." he drawled. She shrugged.
"It's not in my nature to lie, either." She sighed.
"You're not beyond redemption, Malfoy. As far as I know, you haven't killed anyone yet, have you?" He closed his eyes. Trying to block out the pain. Trying to block out the silent screams. There was silence.
"I...Malfoy. If it pains you so, don't answer. I'm not sure if I want to know." Her voice was unsteady as she spoke, the hand that stroked the kitten trembling.
"No. No, it's okay. Not through my own direct course of action I haven't. Not through my own will." His hands tightened and contracted around the cushion as he stared at the roof listlessly.
"D...Draco?" She had completely stopped stroking the kitten now, and was just staring at him, mouth open in astonishment. He snapped.
"Never mind my story. Why did you do it, Granger? So I could owe you something? Perhaps for me to stop calling you a mudblood? All you had to do was ask." He was being cruel, he knew it. But it was his only defence.
Her eyes narrowed. Damn, she saw through him.
"I know you're trying to defend yourself, Malfoy. And you know what? I don't care. I don't care about your petty insults, and I _have_ been asking you to stop it, ever since fourth year, you incompetent moron. If I had the choice, I'd leave this room right now, and get my brother to kick your ass. But you know what? I'm too curious. I want to know exactly what made the great high and mighty Draco Malfoy accept the hospitality of Muggles. I want to know how the amazing Draco Malfoy ended up in a puddle of pureblood outside my home. And I'm not leaving here until I find out." She spat at him, so quickly that he was overwhelmed by the sudden rush of hatred and blazing anger in her voice.
"Fine, _mudblood_. You want the truth? I'll give you the filthy truth. I'll show you the world isn't so bloody black and white after all." She sat silently, glaring at him. He couldn't take it anymore, and stood up, walking towards the window.
"I was lying outside your house Granger, because my mansion isn't far from here. In fact, I apparated my cold and broken body to outside your home because I was looking for you. That's right, you." He responded to her shocked and surprised look.
"I'm going to trust your intelligence and choose my next sentences very carefully. You choose what you will to interpret to your family, I don't think they'd understand." She gazed at him, and he took that as an indication to continue. He took a deep breath.
"I'm in hiding, from something so evil that I'd rather live with a pack of Mudbloods than brave my own home. For day and night my father has been so sick that the entire Malfoy estate is falling into disrepair. The house elves are too terrified to be of any service, and my mother..." He looked pale, but continued on, voice ruthless and ice-cold.
"...My mother is dead. I believe that's what set father off. My father's been possessed by something Granger. He's been frothing and spitting at the mouth for four days now." Another breath.
"The injuries inflicted upon me that you saw were a result of a visit from the High and All-Mighty Dark Lord. He wasn't pleased with what had happened to his favourite...friend." The word sounded odd coming from his mouth. He didn't say it in a nasty way. He didn't think he could say it again. He just knew that there was no way in hell that he could say Death Eater. Draco looked at her, and she just kept staring, silent. He sighed.
"My father used to be a lycanthrope, Granger. Do you know what that means?" He asked, running a hand through his white-blonde hair.
"He's...he was? A...werewolf?" She looked shocked.
"Correct. Voldemort kindly cured him of that condition. But I suspect he was attacked in the forest by something supernatural, and that, intermingled with the werewolf genes in his blood has caused him to go mad with bloodlust."
"But this is only once a month, right?" Draco turned away from the window, sliding onto the bed besides her.
"Wrong, Granger. This is 24/7, until he masters it. Granger, I don't think you understand. He's a little more than a werewolf now. He's a 'hybrid', with wolf strength. With wolf appetite. And a wolf's brain, and bloodlust. He wants to do more than eat me, Granger. He wants to shred me up and serve my innards to Voldemort on a plate." Hermione looked shocked, but thought quickly.
'His own son...'
"That still doesn't explain why you came to me for help." She spoke, and he sighed.
"You're the closest person to my house. The estate is disguised, it's in that meadow on the street between the park and the forest. He can't smell me out amongst all the muggles."
"Why me though? Why not Pansy, or Blaise?" She persisted.
"Because you're the only one with a do-gooding nature. I needed a Gryffindor. Who else could I trust, so foolishly? Certainly not a Slytherin. And I'll be damned if I leave my fate to a Hufflepuff."
"I see." She rose off the bed, deep in thought.
"Granger?" She paused by the dresser, hand on her warm mug of cocoa.
"My future is in your hands now. You have the proof to throw me and my family in Azkaban." he stated warily.
"Does that mean I can get you to roll over and play dead?" She asked sweetly.
"If you would take advantage of it, then yes." He gritted his teeth. Her eyes narrowed.
"You should know better than anyone, when you came to my house last night Draco Malfoy. I do favours for people because that's the way I am. To expect anything in return would be setting myself up for a very hard fall." She remarked coldy before closing the door. A small crack of light shone through the crack between the door and the floor.
"Good night." She said curtly, her voice muffled through the solid wood of the door.
He didn't bother to reply. Switching off the lights, he paused, listening to the rain spatter on the tin roof. His reverie was interrupted by a feline yawn.
"You know, cat, we need to name you." He crawled into bed, and fell asleep stroking the kitten.
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Two hours later...
I lay awake in my bed, listening to the endless rainfall outside. I used to think it was so magical, but tonight it was just irritating me.
Did that mean Malfoy was a werewolf? He said 'werewolf genes', so I'm assuming that it was hereditary. Did Voldemort cure him also?
He was so bitter, and defensive. But better defensive than vicious, I say. I rolled over to switch my lamp off.
Tapping? I listened intently. I wasn't hearing things.
"Granger? Can you hear me?" Draco's voice was muffled.
Should I respond? Might as well, I wasn't feeling tired yet.
"Yea Malfoy. What you want?" It felt weird talking to a wall.
"Hey Granger..." A pause.
"Yeah?"
"Can we go shopping tomorrow?"
"Alright." I thought that was the end of it, so I turned to climb back into bed. It was like the sadistic bastard knew what I was doing.
"Hey Granger?" I paused. Slowly, I walked the distance back to the wall.
"What Malfoy?"
"Why is the sky blue?"
Growling, I stomped to my door and threw it open, then pushed his door open. He was reclining on the black leather lounge, kitten in one hand as he pressed his ear to the wall.
"Looking for me, Malfoy?" He looked up, startled, then gave me a sly, cheeky grin.
"But I was lonely Granger..." He made puppy eyes at me.
"Go to bed Malfoy. And stop pulling that damn gopher face. It's disgusting."
"But-"
"Go to bed!!" I stomped my foot. He made a face.
"Fine."
"Hey Granger-"
"WHAT."
"Why are you such a Mudblood?" And he leapt into his bed, laughing as if it was some hilarious joke.
"You're lucky it's too cold and I just want to go to bed Malfoy. I'm going to kick your ass tomorrow."
"Hey Granger..."
"No Malfoy."
"But Granger..."
"NO MALFOY."
"I just wanted to ask you to stoke the fire for me."
"What, you think I'm some kind of slave?"
"Please? I think the cat's cold."
"It's a kitten, Malfoy, not a cat. Fine. You sadistic bastard." I stomped up to the grate and threw more wood in a poked it around.
"There, you happy?"
"Cat, kitten...all pussy's the same." He gave me a perverted wink.
"You. Are. So. Dead. Get out my house tomorrow, Malfoy. You can go to hell for all I care." I started shouting.
"But your family loves me! And speaking of which, you'd better hush, before you wake them." And it was true. They did like the cold-hearted bastard, for goodness knows why.
"I hate you. I hope you burn."
"I hate you too Mudblood." He smirked, and turned off the light.
"Whoo, you look scary in the firelight, Granger. That's one wild mane you got going there..." I snarled in frustration. Why was I still standing there? I grabbed the door roughly.
"What, no kiss goodnight?" His voice called.
"I don't have any poison to coat my lips with. Go to sleep, dickhead."
"Reowr." I slammed the door shut, cheeks burning as I stormed into my room. What an infuriating git!
Draco snuggled into his bedsheets, kitten purring as it nestled at his feet.
"Ah...a job well done. I'll sleep well tonight. Good night kitty." the little ball of fluff turned around three times before it snuggled into the warm blankets.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
**thank-you's**
couch-potato:
Why thank you...personally I do have a feeling that there will be a plot entering this story sometime soon...*prays to the gods of literature and all things creative* Why? Why?
And THANK YOU for adding me to your favourite stories list! Mwhahahaah...*lightning strikes again* erk...
candledot:
Mwhahaha...more chapters for you! On the silver platter that is fanfiction.net. *twitch*
kawaii-kirei:
Interesting nickname...cute pretty? LOL Yes, yes...I think he must have received some brain damage along the way...but this is a D/Hr fic anyway...*shrug*
Broken-Hermione:
LOL of course...that evil tylenol and morphine...*twitch twitch* Ahahahah! If I lose the plot you know what I'm on! *snore* Zzzzzzz...
hyper_shark:
Ahah! I love you! *moon eyes* You read all three chapters! *ahem* yes, I'm sad, i know...*shrug* but this one's dedicated to u!
*mutters* I really need a life.
Well, that was a long one! Now we get a little further into it. I know it's boring, but kinda semi-essential to any plot that might develop...so you might want to read it. Erk...And...sorry it's all in conversation form mostly...not my usual style of writing but I seem to be stuck in it at the moment.
It's good if you can concentrate that long...so sorry about any mistakes, coz I sure as hell can't concentrate long enough to proofread...anyone want to do it for me? LOL
e-mail eazydreamer@hotmail.com if you want to be a beta reader... :)
This is only the second night that Draco's been there, remember? Take it easy! And sorry if I bored ya...mwahahaha, no I'm not really.