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Author's Note:
So... as usual. I'm late. I apologize. I have excuses, but I'll spare you :) I had intended for the chapter to be longer than it is but I was anxious to get something out since I've had readers waiting. Be sure to read the author's note at the end, very important! I hope you like the chapter and, as usual, thank you so much for reading and for all the reviews :)
Mikey
Hermione was not sure how long they stood that way, wrapped in each others arms, but all too soon Draco was pulling away. She started to frown as Draco released her. He smiled at her encouragingly, by way of his usual self-satisfied grin, and took her hand in his. He entwined their fingers and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with his free hand. Hermione shivered involuntarily at his light touch. "Are you ready to leave?" he asked quietly. She nodded, secretly happy to be leaving. Draco led her back into the waiting room so that they could say goodnight to everyone. Ron was the only one to visibly acknowledge the new aurora around the two. His upper lip curled when he saw that they were holding hands, but much to Hermione's relief he said nothing. If anybody else noticed the change between Hermione and Draco they kept it to themselves. After saying goodbye to the Weasleys and the new parents, they made their way back downstairs to the apparation point.
When the two appeared back in the flat's living room Hermione immediately became self-conscious. The room felt unfamiliar and foreign. Hermione stiffened looking around briefly for a distraction. Now that she was alone with Draco, and had stopped ignoring him, she was not sure how to conduct herself anymore. She let go of Draco's hand and walked quickly into the kitchen. "So, what do you want for dinner? I'm thinking spaghetti..." she called over her shoulder. She tried to sound casual and not at all nervous like she really was. Draco followed her, his steps confident and leisurely, as usual. He leaned against the counter and made a show of screwing up his face in concentration, as if this was a really difficult decision. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Whatever you like is fine. I'm not particularly picky." Instead of his usual smirk, he gave her a genuine, heartbreaking smile.
Hermione scoffed at his last statement but still turned around to hide the blush creeping up on her cheeks. Damn that smile, she thought. "Um, spaghetti it is, then," she said, her voice higher than usual. She chose to make spaghetti because it was the easiest thing that came to mind. She did not think she would be able to handle a more complicated dish with her head spinning the way it was. She moved around the kitchen rapidly getting her ingredients together, extra aware that Draco was still in the kitchen with her.
"Need any help?" Hermione heard him say behind her back.
She shrugged. "Sure." He summoned a pot from its hook on the wall and filled it with water to boil. The pot heated up far faster than any muggle stove would have and only a minute later he was adding the noodles to the bubbling water. He charmed the garlic to chop itself while Hermione took care of the meatballs. She opted to roll the meatballs the muggle way. She was desperate for any task that required her to use her hands, anything to keep her distracted. She was almost done; she had only to wait on the meatballs to cook fully through before finishing up with the sauce. She turned the fire down and removed the lid, dipping a wooden spoon into its contents. She put the spoon to her lips and closed her eyes momentarily as she tasted the sauce. She licked her lips. It was just right. She was about to take another taste when she saw from the corner of her eyes that Draco was watching her. There was a slight smile still playing on his lips as he leaned against the counter opposite her. She placed the spoon down and looked away embarrassed. He continued to stare and Hermione started drumming her fingers on the counter. When she could not stand to ignore him any longer she turned around. "May I ask what exactly has got you looking so smug?"
"Smug? I wouldn't say smug..." He pretended to survey his fingernails, another common habit of his. "More like extremely at ease. And it's so not so much by a 'what' as a who," he said nonchalantly. He winked.
Hermione blushed furiously, facing the away from him again. She wasn't used to Draco flirting with her, but she definitely did not mind. She waited until she was absolutely positive her voice wouldn't break mid-sentence, before playing along. "Hmmm... so this 'who' must be pretty special, I imagine."
"One of a kind," he said, he said not missing a beat.
"I hope she's smart."
"She's smarter than me."
Hermione laughed. "That's not saying much." Draco threw her a dirty look. She gave him what she hoped was a winning smile in return. "Intelligence aside, I bet she's not too horrible to look at," she said moving to the sink to wash her hands.
"Yeah, not too horrible," he agreed airily. Hermione scrunched her face, and threw a wet dish rag at him. Of course, he had been a pretty decent Seeker in school and caught it easily, even managing to avoid the water it sent splashing across the kitchen. He laughed at her, tossing the rag back into the sink. "She's gorgeous, actually. Completely and utterly beautiful," he said, finally sobering. He looked Hermione directly in her eyes, all traces of humor gone from his demeanor. His stare was fiery, the grey of his eyes seemed to smolder and swirl with smoke. Hermione felt her ears and face get hot terribly. "There is just one thing about her that drives me crazy, though," he continued, never dropping his gaze.
"Oh?" Hermione said, trying to sound disinterested as she dried her hands on a towel. "What's that?" she asked turning towards the sink, to break his hold on her.
He moved to stand behind her, placing a hand on either side of her on the counter. Hermione was locked in by his arms. She fought the violent urge to shiver but remained still. "She has the tendency to be relentlessly stubborn and ignore what's right in front of her pretty little face," he said quietly.
Hermione stiffened unable to turn around. Draco was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she was finding it very hard to breathe. She stared at the sink and spoke rather quickly. "Look Draco, I'm so sorry about how I've been treating you lately. It was really immature of me and I feel horrible for it. But you have to understand that I was so scared, I mean I'm not used to feeling this way and I wasn't sure how to act around you. The whole situation was just so new..." But she didn't get a chance to finish her babbling because Draco cut in.
"Turn around, woman," he said softly in her ear. She wanted to. She really did, but she found her feet wouldn't allow it. Draco gave her a few moments before he very gently put his hands on her waist and turned her so that she was facing him. "Like I said, stubborn. You think too much." He placed a hand under her chin and tilted it upwards, keeping his grey eyes trained on her lips as he leaned towards her. Hermione's heart rate skyrocketed and she closed her eyes in anticipation. She waited several seconds for the feel of his lips on hers but it didn't come. She opened her eyes in confusion to see him staring at her only an inch away, the cocky smirk back. Before she could roll her eyes he took her face in both his hands and kissed her.
He kissed her slowly, his lips moving gently, tenderly against hers. Hermione felt her limbs turn instantly to jelly and was grateful when Draco's hands released her face so that his arms could wrap around her waist. She locked her arms in a vice grip around his neck and reveled in the feeling of kissing Draco. There was absolutely no comparison to it. Every movement sent an electric current through Hermione and her brain became frazzled from the intensity. She deepened the kiss, gliding her tongue over Draco's bottom lip. Draco responded immediately and willingly opened his mouth to her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue moving in all the right ways to drive her crazy. Then too soon his mouth moved from hers, and his lips reattached themselves to her neck. Hermione could feel her blood boiling under her skin when Draco's hand moved under jumper to caress the bare skin of her back. She whimpered, and Draco chuckled as he moved his way up her jaw line and back to her mouth. He kissed her again, lazily this time, sucking her bottom lip as he pulled away. Hermione didn't know which sensation to focus on: the almost painful beating of her heart against her rib cage or the burning desire growing in her lower belly. She kept her arms around Draco's neck, her fingers laced so that she did not "accidentally" tear the clothes from his body.
"Wow," she said breathlessly when she had composed her self enough to speak.
"That's the consensus," he agreed, his voice a rich timbre. Hermione shivered in his arms.
"Well, if I ever think too much again, you know what to do."
"What's that?" he drawled.
"Kiss me like you did just now. I couldn't think at all," she said, trying to hide embarrassment in her voice.
He smiled. "I will definitely keep that in mind," he said placing a kiss on her forehead. He took a step back from her. "Let's eat."
Hermione had feared that it would be awkward with Draco now that they were clearly more than just friends, but it was surprisingly easy. Easier than it had been since he had first came to stay. They were no longer enemies or strangers. And they weren't pretending to be completely oblivious, which was more Hermione's problem than Draco's. They talked over dinner as if they never had a rift, as if they were both their voluntarily, and not because one of them happened to be hiding out from people that wanted to kill them. After they finished eating they moved to the living room and fell asleep there, cuddling on the couch.
Acer stepped out of the fireplace at eight o'clock on the dot the next morning. He dusted some soot from his robes before looking up. When he did, his eyebrows flew straight to his hairline. The sight of Hermione and Draco snuggled up in the couch caught him off guard. Though they were both fully dressed, much to his relief, but it was still quite an intimate scene. Hermione had her head nestled into Draco's neck, one hand draped over his chest. Meanwhile, Draco had both arms around her, holding her to him protectively, his head rested on top of hers. Acer coughed loudly to announce his presence. Draco's eyelids slightly parted to see the source of the disturbance. He groaned in aggravation, throwing a hand over his eyes. Hermione, who had yet to open her eyes, stirred as she was jostled by Draco's movement. She snuggled closer to Draco mumbling, "Not yet, Draco. Five more minutes..."
"You've got five seconds."
Hermione recognized Acer's voice and fell off the couch. She had barely hit the floor she was back up again, moving too fast for Draco's still blurry eyes. "Um, Good morning Sir... I uh-" She shut her mouth as Acer raised a hand to silence her.
"You do know you're in a hell of a lot of trouble, don't you Granger?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, Sir. But if you could just let me explain why we left..."
"I know exactly why you left, and although I understand, that doesn't mean I approve. I expected you to take your job, and Mr. Malfoy's life, far more seriously."
"I'm so sorry, Sir. I-"
"Spare me, Granger," he said sharply.
Draco, who had been sitting silently up until now, scowled. "Merlin, give her a break. Nothing happened. And besides, she took me with her. It's not like she left me 'defenseless' and alone in the flat. I was perfectly safe."
Acer awarded Draco a very bored stare. "Be that as it may, she was wrong to ignore her specific orders. But, in other news, we found three more Death Eaters as they tried to penetrate your manor's defenses. From our surveillance and investigation we believe the threat has passed. If someone was really looking for you, they would have presented a far greater effort in my opinion. At the very least they would have tried to find Hermione, and from what we could tell, they didn't even bother to do that. We've looked into it far enough. We cannot afford to waste anymore time on it. Our department has far more complicated matters on its hands. So, with that being said, you're free to return to your home," Acer said to Draco. "I suggest you keep a low profile for a while, but you can go where ever you please. Hermione is no longer responsible for you." He turned back to Hermione. "You've got desk work for the four weeks, Granger. Understood?" Hermione nodded silently. "Good, then we're through here."
Acer made his way to the fireplace but stopped midway. He turned around and gestured to the two of them. "So, you two are...?" he trailed off, but it was clear what he was aiming at.
Hermione and Draco looked at each other briefly, their eyes asking each other the same question. Hermione turned away first and muttered, "We're still working out the details."
Acer nodded curtly. "Very well. See you bright and early tomorrow morning, Granger. Malfoy." He nodded to each of them and then disappeared in a flurry of green flames and ash.
Hermione stood perfectly still, thinking. Draco was free. He was no longer required to be here, with her watching over him at all times. He could come and go has he pleased. This should have been good news but Hermione was petrified at the thought. She had become so accustomed to Draco being there with her. Her flat wouldn't feel like home anymore without him. What would she do if he decided to go his own way? She wasn't sure she could home to a place Draco wasn't in. She fought to hide the terror rising in her, and turned to Draco.
"So..." Hermione said quietly, rocking back on her heels. "You're a free man. I guess you'll be happy to go home."
"Are you crazy? I'm devastated. I never want to take foot into that hell hole again," Draco said with obvious disgust.
"Oh, well I suppose you could find another place. It shouldn't be too hard..." Hermione said in an almost inaudible whisper.
Draco rolled his eyes at her obvious despair. "Will you stop being so silly, woman? Come sit down with me." He patted the cushion next to him and waited for her to sit down. He took her hand in his and lightly kissed her fingers. He let his lips linger there before saying quietly, "I want to be wherever you are."
Hermione brightened at this but she didn't let her guard down yet. She had to make sure they were on the same page. "I'm glad you do, but what's... What's going on between us?" she said nervously. Draco raised his eyebrows as if that was plainly obvious. "I mean, when somebody asks what should I say?"
Draco took a moment to ponder that. "Well, for all intents and purposes, I suppose you could say that we're together. Which we are." He said this positively. There was no sign of question or suggestion. Hermione smiled. "And I guess you should tell whomever," he shrugged when as he said this, " that I'm your boyfriend. And I use the word "boyfriend" very, very loosely. Because one: I'm hardly a boy," he said rolling his eyes. "And two: I plan on being much, much more than a friend to you. If that's alright with you, of course." His eyes bore into hers while what he said sank in. Hermione felt her stomach do a flip at the very thought of any "extra friendly" activities with Draco. Hermione forced herself to keep breathing. Draco simmered down the fire in his eyes enough for her to regain focus. He played with her fingers. "Anyway," he said off-handedly, "whatever the social norm is, I suppose I could conform to that for the time being," he finished.
Hermione laughed then feigned horror. "You? Conform to social norms? Merlin forbid!"
Draco smirked, "Frightening idea, isn't it? Come here, woman." He opened his arms and Hermione went to him gladly. She settled down in his lap, breathing in his delicious scent that was so uniquely Draco, and now it solely belonged to her. She sighed.
"Boyfriend, huh?" Hermione said to herself.
"Only if it you want me," he chuckled softly. He said this in jest but was seriously awaiting her confirmation.
"Don't be silly, of course I want you. I'm just trying to adjust to the idea."
"What's there to adjust to? Just be with me," he breathed against her neck. She shivered. "Like right now. It's quite simple really."
And it was.
For the fourth time in the last thirty minutes, Hermione picked her head up from her desk. It was her second to last day of desk duty and she swore that it was the single longest day she had ever lived through, the day before winning a close second. There was a stack of paperwork waiting on her desk that reached the ceiling when she came in that morning. She had nearly cried when she saw it. Instead of running in the opposite direction she calmly walked toward her little cubicle, saying hello to her fellow Aurors as she passed. She caught Harry's eye and he gave her a small sympathetic smile. She nodded in return and tucked herself into what would be an extremely mundane work day. She was relieved that the work was not any harder than her usual mandatory desk duties. However by midday she wished it was more demanding. Once she had gotten into the flow of it, the work required very little thought at all, which left her mind to wander. Of course, she thought of Draco. It was ridiculous how much she missed him. She was so used to him always being there that now the separation was almost painful, especially now that they had been a couple for a little under a month now. She just had to see him soon. This was torture. She drummed her fingers on her desk, then she had a brilliant idea. Of course! She had a thirty minute lunch break, she could go home and see him. Thirty minutes was more than long enough for a very decent make out session. And if she managed her time correctly, she would even have enough time to actually eat something. She was getting up to tell Acer that she would be leaving for lunch break when an interoffice memo landed lightly on her desk. She frowned as she read it.
Granger,
If you would be so kind as to order your lunch today I would greatly appreciate it. There is just so much to do, I shudder to think that any time should be wasted on traveling and things of the like when someone could bring your food to you. Thank you, as usual, for being so dedicated to your work. Have a pleasant afternoon.
Acer
Hermione growled as she crumpled up the memo. She threw it in the trash moodily, then sank back into her office chair and savagely pulled out her desk drawer, extracting several menus. She went through them all angrily, finally deciding on Chinese. She tied her order to an office owl, muttering creative ways to curse and punish Acer under her breath. Acer's impending doom, lunch, some gossip of a scandal involving an intern from the Department of Magical Games and Sports and some Quidditch player whose name she couldn't recall, and the diminishing pile of work on her desk kept her occupied for a good part of the rest of her work day. But inevitably Draco started to seep back into her thoughts. She wondered idly if this high she felt for him would ever wear off. She certainly hoped not. The nagging desire to see him, to be with him, touch him came flooding back and she stifled a groan. Her only comfort was knowing that Draco would be there when she got home. Waiting. For her. She smiled to herself and then looked at the clock on the wall. She sighed. Only fifteen minutes left. She wondered if anybody would notice if she disappeared early. She tugged on a stray lock of hair as she looked around the office, seriously entertaining the thought, when at the exact moment Acer stopped in front of her cubicle.
"How's that paperwork coming, Granger?"
"Very, well Sir. Just finishing up," she said smiling, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. She had been really considering ditching. One more second and she would have been gathering her things to leave.
"Good, good. Carry on then." He gave her a smile that would have appeared innocent enough, but Hermione could see the smugness behind it. She knew she deserved this but he didn't have to be so happy about it. Jerk, she thought. Her head dropped again and she banged it on the desk softly a few times before sitting up again. She drew out the processing of the last file as long as she possibly could and was relieved to see that she was finally free to go. She grabbed her briefcase and straightened her desk in record time. It took all the strength and reserve she had to stop herself from running out of the building.
Hermione let out an audible sigh of relief when she materialized in her foyer. "Draco?" she called. She looked around, the object of her affection no where to be seen. She frowned. Crookshanks, who had been sleeping in the couch, seemed to appreciate her arrival at least. He opened an eye lazily when he heard her and hopped lightly to the ground, coming towards her. He made a figure eight through her legs, purring contentedly.
"Hello, darling," she crooned, picking him up. "Did you miss me?"
"I certainly did."
Hermione turned around to see Draco leaning against the wall, freshly out of the shower. His damp body was completely naked, minus a white towel wrapped snuggly over his hips. His skin was flushed from the heat of the shower, and all Hermione could do was stare. She let her eyes travel down his marvelous body. From his wet hair that sent drops of water cascading down his perfectly toned chest and stomach to the well defined pelvic bones just visible above his towel. He stood there, just smiling. Her own personal Adonis. Her breathing began to quicken and she was vaguely aware that Crookshanks was still in her arms. She put him down lightly as Draco crossed the room to her. His scent was so delicious, so appealing, she could smell it before he even reached her, almost taste it on her tongue. He smelled of soap, aftershave and something else indescribable, something uniquely Draco. She sighed when he was finally close enough for her to reach out to him.
"Oh really?" Hermione asked chasing a drop of water down his stomach with her finger. Draco shivered under her touch, catching her hand before she could go any lower. He narrowed his eyes at her as he laced his fingers through hers. Hermione looked up at him innocently, smiling.
"You have no idea," he said, his voice low. "Let me show you." His grey eyes seemed to cloud over and before she could say anything he had her pressed up against the wall. Hermione sighed as her eyes closed on their own accord. She would never adjust to this. The unbelievably intense feelings she experienced whenever he touched her. It was completely ridiculous the way she seemed to melt in his arms, how easily he took control of her, how easily she gave in. He slid her robes off of her shoulders, letting them fall softly to the floor. His hands moved from her waist to loosen a few buttons on her blouse, exposing her neck further. Draco put his face into her neck and inhaled deeply. "You smell amazing," he murmured against her skin. Hermione's eyes opened briefly to look at him but immediately fluttered closed again as Draco assaulted her throat with his mouth.
Hermione was not a stranger to Draco's touches. For the last month they had become pretty familiar with each other's anatomy through a series of uninterrupted snog sessions. And although they had mutually decided to take their physical relationship slowly, it didn't seem like that was the case now. There was something different about how tightly Draco held her against his still wet body, about how his mouth ravished her neck and shoulder. Normally she would have stopped him, told him to slow down before things got to serious, but she didn't. Her mind went blank and then was filled with nothing but sharp overwhelming lust. She gripped his shoulders, pulling him as closely as she could and he responded by hungrily taking her mouth into his. She twisted her fingers into his damp hair as she kissed him back with everything she had in her. All restraint was gone. Their kissing and caressing had always been meaningful and passionate, but now it was fierce and overwhelming. It was as if something had snapped in her brain. The dam holding their self control: the control of their actions, their emotions, their lust, had broken, setting it all free.
Somewhere in the saner part of her mind Hermione considered how long had it been since she'd actually been with a man. She thought back and couldn't remember. Clearly far, far too long. So how could she stop herself, when suddenly her want for him was all she could think about? How could she ignore him when he seemed to want her just as badly? How many times had she ignored what she wanted, choosing to take the safer, more responsible route? Too many damn times. She could have talked herself out of it with a little more time, but then she felt Draco harden underneath his towel at that exact moment. Too late.
Her temperature rose and she let her hands roam down his muscled back. Boldly, she went lower cupping his rear and slowly pressed her pelvis against his. Draco moaned in her mouth from the contact and then pulled away from her. "Don't do that, love," he said in a throaty whisper.
She pouted. "Why not?"
"Because... " he said panting slightly. "I won't be able to stop myself if you keep that up."
Hermione put her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away. He opened his mouth to protest but Hermione put up a finger to silence him. Without another word she stepped out her shoes and then undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, letting it drop to the floor. Draco stared at her wide-eyed. "What if I don't want you to stop?" she whispered quietly. She was surprised at the tone of her voice. She sounded confident and in control. She sounded sexy. She smiled at that knowledge but more so at the look on Draco's face. His usual grey eyes were almost black with lust. They stared at each other, both breathing heavily, for exactly six and a half seconds. Then he pounced.
Hermione found herself, once more, pressed up against the wall.
Much, much later....
Hermione smiled, feeling the warmth on her bare back. It was a little after dawn, and light was shining in from her bedroom window. She opened a sleepy eye, searching for Draco, but he wasn't there. She turned over in bed, about to call out for him, when she saw him. He stood in his boxers leaning against the window frame, back to the sun. His eyes were roaming up and down her naked body. She blushed when his eyes finally made it back up to hers. He gave her a small smile and she waited nervously for him to speak, but he just continued to stare. His face was smooth, but his grey eyes were extremely alert for such an early hour. After several moments of his silent staring, Hermione began to feel self-conscious, and fidgeted under his scrutiny. She reached for the sheets in attempts to cover her bare skin.
"Don't..." Draco finally said moving towards her. He slowly pulled the sheets from her hands as he got back in the bed with her. He tossed the sheets aside so that she lay before him, completely exposed. "Please don't hide from me," he said quietly. He took her face into his hands and kissed her softly on her forehead. "You're so beautiful. I couldn't help but stare," he said, no longer looking at her body, but straight into her eyes. "Don't ever hide from me," he said quieter still.
Hermione felt her face and her heart burn simultaneously. She wasn't used to being treated like this. She wasn't sure she would ever adjust to the way Draco treated her. How lovingly they had moved together last night, perfectly. Or how adoringly he looked at her as he held her in his arms afterward. How he worshiped her with his eyes. It was so intense. It empowered her, and at the same time made her completely and utterly helpless. Hermione trembled under his gaze but hooked her arms around his neck. She pulled him down for a long, leisurely kiss. She took her time, touching him in every place, reveling in the sound of his soft moans, hoping to express exactly how she felt at this moment, because she was sure there were no words that would suffice.
An indeterminable amount of time later the two got out of bed. They shared one very long shower. Hermione was forever thankful once again that she was a witch because the water never got cold, not that it would have mattered to her in the slightest. The heat she felt from Draco was more than enough to keep her burning. After they resurfaced the bathroom they fed a sour-faced Crookshanks, who was extremely miffed at being ignored for so long. In the kitchen they put together a hasty breakfast, eating quickly and then immediately sending Crookshanks running for Draco's empty room as they proceeded to make love on the counter, against the refrigerator, and on top of the kitchen table.
Hermione yawned and ran a weak hand through her tousled hair as she laid on the couch, Draco asleep beside her. Her hair was a nightmare, her skin red, limbs jelly, and body warm all over. And yet she had never felt better in her life. She touched her face, and felt the Cheshire cat grin on her face. She would have liked to stay there, forever with Draco, but reality hit her as her idle gaze landed on the clock on the wall. It was two hours until five, and she had promised Mrs. Weasley that she and Draco would come over for dinner. Hermione stretched experimentally. She wasn't sure she could even walk in the state that she was in, but she managed to roll her self into an upright position. Draco's arms moved behind her then wrapped around her midsection. She laughed as he pulled her tight against his bare chest.
"Come on, it's time to get up," she said, patting his arm.
"Ugh. Why?" he mumbled into her shoulder blade.
His husky timbre sent a thrill through Hermione's spine but she restrained herself. "We have dinner with the Weasley's tonight. Did you forget?"
He huffed in response. Hermione smiled. "Thought so," she said as she rose from her seat. "Hurry up, or else," she said walking towards the bedroom.
Draco chuckled, "Or else what?"
Hermione didn't turn around but stopped walking. "Or else we won't have enough time to shower," she said, her voice low and sultry. She looked at him once over her shoulder and continued walking.
Draco practically flew from the couch.
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Okay. So I'm sure I disappointed a few people because I left out the juicy details of the sex scenes. BUT fear not! Because I'm giving you guys (the readers) the choice on whether or not you want all the little tidbits of their first time(s). lol. If enough people request it, I'll put it in a flashback in the next chapter. I think I know just how to work it in :) SO.... leave a review and let me know what you think!
