Hogwarts High II
By Siriusly Amused

Author's Note: Someone asked where Fred was during the siblings eating pizza in the kitchen scene; he was asleep in bed. And I think someone else asked if Neville and Luna were dating: Yes. Yes they are. I wanna bring them into the story more, but it's hard for some reason. …There's a lot of Ginny in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP…and a bunch of other things.

Chapter Nine
Dearest

LOL, I think I totally gave up with the song lyrics

••• Ginny •••

I need to learn to take my make-up off before going to bed. My mascara and eyeliner were smudged so badly that I looked like a raccoon, and the fact that I had penciled-on whiskers only increased the resemblance. At 5 AM, it was a little late to be taking off my make-up, especially since I'd already slept in it for a few hours, but I knew that by doing so, I'd feel a lot better and maybe even manage to fall back asleep, so I turned the tap on and began splashing water onto my face. Several minutes and a cleansing facial cloth later, the make-up was gone and I looked and felt refreshed.

Sighing with contentment, I quietly walked back to my room, smiling slightly at the snores emitting from my brothers' bedrooms. My smile quickly faded when I entered my room and saw a dark figure sitting upon my bed. The figure turned towards me, a small smile forming on his face as his eyes locked upon mine.

"Ginny," he said quietly and my stomach gave a jolt as I recognized his voice.

"Draco?" I asked, immediately stepping into my bedroom and closing the door. I came closer to him, squinting, and he stood up from my bed so that I could get a better look. He was at least three inches taller since the last time I saw him, and he had filled out considerably; he wasn't overly muscled, but he was definitely leaner. And he had black, spiked hair which allowed me to see his eyes clearly; they looked uncertain and vulnerable.

"I… You… What are you doing here?" I asked him in a frantic whisper as he began to walk around my room, examining things as if he had never seen them before. Which is ridiculous seeing as he once spent a week living in my room. He turned back to me soberly.

"You said you needed me, so I came."

I was suddenly kicking myself mentally. Stupid Ginny! Don't send e-mails when you're highly emotional! Idiots like Draco will take them seriously!

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Draco decided to elaborate.

"I had just gotten home from taking Jenny trick or treating, and then Potter and his new girlfriend," he paused and winced apologetically at me, "came into my room, demanding I watch scary movies with them. They had caramel apples with them, so I agreed, but then they went and fell asleep fifteen minutes into the first movie! I was bored anyway, so I went to go check my mail and lo and behold, I got a message from you saying you needed me. And I thought, 'What the hell, it beats being a third wheel!'" He paused and flashed me a shy smile. "So I came."

I sat down on my bed, my mouth open, my eyes wide and my mind reeling. Draco came and sat beside me.

"So what's wrong, Weasel the fourth?" he asked softly, using my old nickname. Dawn was approaching and my room was growing lighter.

I shook my head and tried to smile despite the sting of tears forming in my eyes. Draco tucked a stray lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Harry's gone," I admitted finally with a sigh, my shoulders visibly relaxing as Draco's hand moved to slowly rub circles on my back. "Hermione's gone. You're gone. And Ron and Noelle are," I paused and made a disgusted face, "doing stuff."

"They're doing what?" Draco asked. "Smoking pot?"

I gave him my best 'wtf?' look. "No, they're a couple and trying like mad to get into one another's pants."
"She's dating Ron?" Draco asked sharply. "That bastard, I'm going to kill him!"

"You didn't know?"

"I knew she was seeing someone else, but I didn't know who!"

Draco looked as if he was oozing into a pool of despair. "I…I think I need to lay down," he said suddenly, very softly. I got up from the bed so that he could lie down; he stared at the ceiling blankly, and I started to pace my room. Just then, there was a knock on the doors that separated my room from Ron's.

"Gin, are you okay?"

I turned and shot a frantic look at Draco.

"I shall hide under the bed," he whispered, raising a finger sagely before rolling off the bed and hiding under it. Once he was safely hidden, I jumped back into bed, pulling my comforter around me.

"I'm sleeping, Ron. Go away," I said.

Ron opened the door slightly and poked his head in. His hair was a mess and his eyes were squinty. "I heard voices," he said sleepily.

"You should probably go see a shrink, then," I told him. He made a face at me before disappearing back into his own room. For several minutes, neither Draco nor I moved; then he rolled out from under my bed and gazed forlornly up at me from his spot on the floor. I let my arm drop down over the side of my bed; my fingertips grazed his T-shirt for a moment before he brought his own hand to clasp mine.

"We're going to keep this a secret, right?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I whispered back.

He nodded, his eyes drifting down to our interlocked fingers for a moment before returning to look at me.

"Gin?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"Can you get out of bed? It's just that I'm really tired. I spent all night driving here."

"Geez, you're not chivalrous at all," I said, getting out of the bed so that he could get in.

"Chivalry's dead, sugar."

••• Tonks •••

It was seven in the morning when Bill strolled into my apartment purposefully.

"Weasley, what the hell?" I asked him irritably, tying the sash of my housecoat more firmly. "Go home! Some of us like to sleep, you know!"

Bill suddenly turned and grabbed me by my shoulders, shaking me fiercely; his face was frantic.

"We're not being believable enough!" he exclaimed wildly. "My siblings don't think we're dating, which means that Fleur and Remus probably don't think we're dating, which means our plan is not working!"

"I grow dizzy with all this shaking," I told him, and he released his death-grip on me.

"We need to up the ante," he said seriously, his eyes pleading. "I think…I think next weekend we should go on a date…and I should spend the night."

I must have made a face of disgust because he quickly continued, holding up his hands in a pacifying manner. "We wouldn't actually sleep together! We'll just…make it look like we are. Fleur will get wind of it soon enough."

I crossed my arms moodily. "And what about Remus? I can't help but feel that you're getting the better end of the deal here with this little charade, Weasley."

Bill looked apologetic.

"Well it's not like you can bring me over to wherever the hell they're hiding out and make out with me in front of him! I'm not even supposed to know that they're alive, remember?"

I blushed. I had been keeping the secret so well, until one night when I met up with Bill, and we had gotten drunk and started talking about our pathetic love lives. I had let it slip that I was hoping to make Remus fall for me, and Bill wasn't drunk enough to forget that Remus was supposed to be dead.

"Okay, how about this?" Bill started, pacing the room purposely. "Thanksgiving is in a few weeks, and I'm sure my mom would love to have you over for dinner. At some point during the night, we'll find a secluded spot and I'll…" Bill swallowed, "I'll give you a hickey. Bonus points if one of my siblings walks in on us while we're at it."

He turned and offered me a shy smile; his ears were tinged pink. I raised a questioning eyebrow.

"As much as I would love to have you mark me like a demented alpha male, I fail to see how Remus will…"

"You'll visit him the next day, under the pretense of bringing some of my mom's left over cranberry sauce. Wear something with a high collar, you don't want to seem too obvious, but make sure he sees the hickey. He'll probably go mad with jealousy!" Bill's smile faltered a bit. "Should I be worried about this Remus guy? Like…he's not going to murder me in my sleep, is he?"

I laughed and shook my head.

"Remus isn't like that. He's kind of the quiet type."

"You dating a quiet type? I would have never believed that in high school!" He grinned at me as he bustled around my kitchen, making coffee. "It's settled then," he continued, pulling out a frying pan and some eggs. "With any luck we'll have Fleur and Remus by New Years!"

I grinned. "I hope so. I love you, Weasley, but kissing you is like kissing my nonexistent brother."

"Right back at ya," he replied, flashing me a smile over his shoulder.

"You have brothers," I pointed out.

"Yeah, and I don't like kissing them." He stuck his tongue out at me playfully before cracking some eggs into the frying pan.

"You're strange."

"And you smell funny."

"Shut up, I do not!"

Bill grinned at me again.

"Just shut up and make breakfast, Weasley."

••• Hermione •••

"HERMIONE!"

I turned and saw Victor jogging towards me, beaming. He was wearing jeans and his soccer jersey, and I had to laugh; he was such a jock.

He scooped me up in a gigantic hug when he reached me, lifting me clear off of my feet and spinning me around.

"Someone's excited about seeing an educational movie on sharks," I said as he gently set me back down on my feet.

Victor shrugged modestly. "What can I say? I have a thing for sharks and beautiful, intelligent women."

I blushed furiously, which only caused him to smile wider.

"Shall we go in?" he asked, offering his arm and indicating the IMAX theatre.

"Sure," I replied awkwardly, accepting his arm and turning toward the doors, only to stop short at who I saw standing just inside them: Gavin was in the lobby of the theatre, surrounded by his usual horde of whores.

"Oh, he would have to show up and ruin this for me!" I huffed angrily.

Victor's eyes were narrow and glaring at Gavin.

"We don't have to see it," he suggested, glancing down at me.

"But…" I protested, knowing that he had been so excited to see this movie all week.

"No, we really don't," he reiterated, taking the tickets from my hand. He glanced around for a moment before approaching a middle aged couple who appeared to be on a nightly stroll. I watched him as he offered them the tickets. They seemed surprised, but grateful, and Victor shook the man's hand before returning back to me, smiling.

"There, that's settled!" he announced brightly, throwing an arm around my shoulders and leading me away from the theatre. We crossed the busy street and entered a nearby park, walking silently along the path through the trees, his arm around my shoulders and mine around his waist.

I enjoyed being with him. The silence between us wasn't awkward, and it was nice not having to rack my brain for something to say. We walked for a little while, then Victor stopped and bought a pretzel at a snack cart and led me over to the lit fountain in the middle of the park. I sat down on a bench, and he sat very close to me, his leg brushing mine. He threw an arm around my shoulders and held the pretzel out for me. I began breaking off pieces and eating it.

"Don't you want some?" I asked once I realized that he wasn't eating any. He smiled at me and kissed the corner of my lips where some salt had gathered.

"I take that as a no," I continued, blushing a little and suddenly feeling uncomfortable. I liked Victor a lot – was attracted to him, even – but I just could not see him as my boyfriend; he wasn't Ron. Luckily for me, Victor did not seem to notice my discomfort.

"So what do you want to do next?" he asked, handing me the last bite of pretzel.

I shrugged, and he stared at me for a moment before grinning.

"I've got it," he said, standing and taking hold of my hand.

"Where're we…?" I began as he led me to a bus stop, but he help up a hand to quiet me. "It's a surprise."

We didn't talk while we rode the bus; I was lost in thought, contemplating where we were going, and Victor was probably mentally congratulating himself over being so awesome. After twenty minutes or so, the bus stopped outside of the botanical gardens: They were having a special nightly stroll through the lit up gardens.

"Victor, this is amazing!" I told him, grabbing his arm and leading him down a lighted path. He smiled at my excitement and allowed me to drag him down the path, stopping to stare at the exotic plants and random glass sculptures. After awhile, he began sneaking up behind me as I stared at something, placing his hands around my waist or on my shoulders, massaging them as he read out loud from the information plaques about the plants we were looking at.

Once, he even wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder as he pointed out a plant that was native to the country, Bulgaria.

"My family's originally from there, you know," he said, and my eyes widened in shock.

"Really?"

"Yeah, my parents moved to America shortly after they got married. I was born here, but I sometimes visit Bulgaria. It's beautiful there." He paused and pulled back slightly so that he could look at me. "You should see it sometime."

His comforting arms left me as he turned and walked a little further down the path, stopping to stare at some beautiful flower that was native to Japan.

I felt suddenly vulnerable without his arm around me, and before I even realized what I was doing, I was by his side, wrapping my arm around his waist. He flashed me his huge, gorgeous smile and his arm returned to my shoulder as he started reading about the flower. Only half-listening, I rested my head upon his shoulder.

He wasn't Ron, but he was still pretty amazing.

••• Ginny •••

It was only ten at night, but Draco was already asleep, curled up on the far side of my bed, his face peaceful and oddly childlike despite the hint of stubble lining his jaw. We had spent the entire day talking and playing board games. Occasionally, I snuck in food, and Draco once dashed quickly across the hall to use the bathroom unnoticed by my preoccupied family. It was fun and had a calming effect on me.

I turned the light out once I noticed that Draco had fallen asleep, and I sat in my dark room, watching the ebb and flow of the tides until a golden light appeared between the cracks of the doors that separated my room from Ron's. I got up and quietly knocked; a moment later, Ron opened the door.

"Hey," I greeted, coming into his room and closing the door behind me. "How was the movie?"

Ron made a disgusted face as he threw his jacket onto the floor and kicked off his shoes. "Dean and Seamus decided to have a Who Can Eat The Most Popcorn contest and were throwing up in the bathroom before the movie was halfway over. I bought them both a Sprite and waited for their stomachs to settle before taking them home. It sucked."

"You're a good friend, Ron," I told him, reassuringly patting him on his shoulder. He shrugged.

"What about you? What did you do today? Mom said you hardly left your room." He suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Noelle and I didn't freak you out that badly, did we?"

"Of course not," I replied, feeling my face flush. I was suddenly scared of Ron getting x-ray vision and being able to see through the doors into my room where Draco was sleeping in my bed. "You're not the first brother I walked in on. I actually have a vague memory of walking in on Charlie and Tonks back when I was really little."

Ron sputtered. "Charlie and Tonks!?" He grinned slyly. "Wow, Tonks must really like her Weasley men. First Charlie, now Bill. You think she ever got with Percy?"

"Ew, Ron, you're gross!" I said, playfully throwing a balled-up sock at him.

"I'm just saying, that's two brothers that we know of so far…I'm sure the twins wouldn't mind getting in on the action now that they're legal…"

"Seriously, Ron, stop it!" I said, although I was laughing. "This is our teacher we're talking about!"

He smiled at me before disappearing into his closet, closing the doors behind him so he could change. A few moments later, he reappeared, clad in pajama bottoms and a tank top.

"I'm glad we're ok, Gin," he told me, leaving his room and crossing the hall to the bathroom. He left the door open, so I followed.

"Me too," I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "You can be an annoying bastard sometimes, but I think deep down, I really like you as a brother."

He picked up one of my hair ties from the sink and pulled the front layers of his hair into a ponytail.

"Very sexy," I commented, smirking.

"Shut up," he replied as he washed his face.

"Ever think about getting a haircut?"

He shrugged and reached for his toothbrush. I decided to grab mine as well, seeing as I was already in the bathroom, and Ron promptly handed over the toothpaste. We brushed our teeth in silence for a few minutes, just like we used to do when we were kids. Then we both spat out the toothpaste and grinned at one another.

"Night, Gin," he said, patting my head and crossing the hall back to his bedroom.

"Going to bed so early?"

He shrugged sheepishly. "Babysitting Seamus and Dean is exhausting. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, he closed the door.

I was slightly disappointed. With Draco asleep and the twins working, I had hoped Ron would feel up to watching some late night TV or something, and now I was left with nothing to do.

Sighing to myself, I walked back to my room, smiling when I saw that Draco was still asleep. He had left enough space in the bed for me, and while I wasn't completely certain if that meant I could actually sleep in my own bed that night, I crawled in anyway.

He stirred a little as I got into bed, his eyes opening slightly. He smiled at me sleepily and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Night, Weasel the fourth," he whispered, and I smiled. For the first time in a long time, I felt as though things were going to be alright.

The next morning, he was gone.

••• Harry •••

It was two in the afternoon when Draco finally reappeared. I left my room and pushed him up against the hallway wall, my fists clenching his T-shirt. His eyes widened, first in shock and then in amusement, and I caught a whiff of a vaguely familiar floral scent. I released him quickly and took a few steps back; however, the scent refused to disappear.

"Hello, Potter," Draco greeted. "Miss me much?"

"Where the hell have you been?" I asked, though I kept my voice down. As far as I knew, Larry and Susan didn't notice Draco's disappearance, and while I was pissed at him for not informing me of his whereabouts, I didn't want either of us on our foster parents' bad side.

"I was with a girl," Draco stated simply with a shrug.

"Which girl?" I asked; that scent was so familiar.

"Just a girl."

I eyed him warily. I knew that before he started dating Noelle, he had been somewhat of a playboy. He had cheated on Pansy loads of times, and I figured that with the one girl he ever seemed to love so far away, he was now reverting to his old playboy ways. Which, of course, was none of my business. I was beginning to feel really stupid for my outburst.

"Right, well, the next time you're going to be gone for more than a few hours, lemme know so I can think of a good excuse on the off chance that someone actually asks where you are."

"Will do, Potter," Draco stated cheerily, entering his room. I followed and stood in the doorway. "As a matter of fact," Draco continued, "I'll probably be gone most weekends from now on."

I raised a highly suspicious eyebrow, and Draco must have realized what I was thinking because he elaborated slightly. "I assure you that I'm just seeing a girl, and I'm not becoming a drug dealer or something. As if I could," he added under his breath, and I knew that he was thinking back to our disastrous How to be Evil training that we both failed spectacularly.

"Alright, Draco. I trust you," I said nonchalantly. Draco's face contorted slightly in what looked to be guilt. "Anyway," I continued, ignoring the look, "I was just about to take Jenny to the park. Wanna come?"

Draco looked at his full schoolbag of unfinished homework, shrugged and said, "Yeah, alright."

Twenty minutes later, we found ourselves chasing Jenny around the park, pushing her on the swings and sliding down the slides with her. After awhile, we left her in the sandbox with some other kids her age and went off to sit on a bench and catch our breaths. It was then that I felt slightly sorry for her; she was a child who spent more time with two strange foster brothers than her real parents. I glanced over at Draco, who probably had a very similar childhood to Jenny's, and wondered if he had ever wanted a younger brother or sister.

"So," Draco said suddenly, "did you and Jaclyn do anything after I left? I mean, I know you were both asleep when I left, but…maybe you woke up and realized that you were alone and…"

"No," I said rather quickly, cutting him off as a blush formed on my face. "We haven't done anything more than kiss yet. We're not serious. Not yet, anyway"

There was a long, uncomfortable silence in which we watched Jenny chase after some boy.

"I don't really know what's going on between me and this girl I'm seeing either," Draco admitted at last.

I glanced sideways at him. "Who is she?"

Draco appeared to be blushing. "Let's just call her Cho for the time being."

"Cho?"

"Yeah."

"Is she Asian?"

"Maybe."

Draco sighed and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Listen, Potter, I just don't want to tell anyone about this relationship until I figure it out, okay?"

"Alright, alright," I said, holding up my hands. "No need to get pissy about it. Does she go to our school?"

"Potter!"

"Shutting up now."

Draco offered a slight smile before relapsing back into silence. I cleared my throat.

"What about Noelle?"

"What about Ginny?" he spat back.

Something in my chest constricted at the name, but I managed to remain cool.

"Ginny and I broke up months before I left."

Draco stared at me for a few moments as if he was sizing me up.

"Yeah, well, from what I hear, Noelle and Ron are pretty serious at the moment. Like, a hop, skip and a jump away from sleeping together." Draco looked miserable.

"WHAT?" I asked.

"You heard me."

I blinked in shock. "I seriously need to keep up with my e-mails."

"Yeah, you and me both."

Draco rose. "Hey, Jenny! How about we get some ice cream?"

Jenny ran over to Draco in a squeal of joy, and that was the end of our discussion.

••• Ginny •••

I was rummaging around in my locker for my compass when Noelle tapped me on my shoulder. She looked a mess: Her hair was a bit oily and slicked back in a ponytail, she had circles under her eyes and was dressed in track pants and a hoodie.

"Noelle…hi," I greeted, taking in her disheveled appearance.

"Ginny, I'm really sorry about the other night," she apologized, clutching her books to her chest.

I waved her off and stuck my head back into my locker, continuing my search for my elusive compass. "Don't worry about it," I said while I searched. "Like I told Ron, he's not the first brother I walked in on."

"Is that the only thing that upset you? Cuz he's your brother?"

"Huh?" I asked, pulling my head out of my locker and gracing her with a confused look. I had found my protractor, but no sign of my compass and I only had five minutes before geometry.

"It's just…you're Hermione's best friend, and…well…"

I rolled my eyes. "That doesn't bother me," I assured her, returning to my locker. "If it did, I would have said something earlier. Besides, it sounds like Hermione has moved on, so why shouldn't Ron? Dammit, you stupid compass, reveal yourself!"

Noelle unzipped her pencil bag and handed me her compass. "Here," she said. She looked slightly better.

"Thanks," I replied, taking the compass from her and stuffing it into my own pencil bag. I paused and bit my lip. "Does Hermione know about you and Ron?"

Noelle blushed and shrugged.

I quirked an eyebrow at her. "You should probably tell her. She won't be completely happy about it, but I also don't think she'll be mad. Anyway," I gave Noelle a quick hug, "I gotta get to class. Thanks again for the compass."

"You're welcome. Hey," Noelle called after my retreating back, and I turned and looked at her. "You wanna do something this weekend? Have a girl's night or something?"

I could feel myself blush furiously in guilt. "Um, this weekend isn't really good for me. Some other time though. Later, Noelle."

And with that, I turned and walked to my geometry class.

•••

From: Harry
Sent: Nov 5
th, 8:05 PM
To: Ronniekins
Subject: So Draco tells me…

That you and Noelle are not only a couple, but pretty serious at the moment! Half of me is completely shocked by this news, while the other half of me is angry at myself for not keeping up on e-mails, while another half of me is cheering you on! That's too many halves, I know.

I don't want to know the details on how or why you two hooked up, but does Hermione know? She seemed to have something going on with Victor Krum, THE SOCCER PLAYER, when Draco and I visited her a few weeks back. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that he and I played against her school in some soccer tournament.

Whatever happened to Lavender? Wait, don't tell me; I probably don't want to know.

Well while we're filling each other in on our lives, I'll tell you that I now have something going on with Jaclyn. Remember, that blonde girl that was annoying and always hanging around me? Don't ask; I don't know how it got started either.

Ginny already knows about it.

I'm currently failing my Right and Proper class. I apparently have no manners whatsoever.

And that is my life. Now I must go steal my remote back from Draco.

Harry

From: The girl you slept with the other night
Sent: Nov 6
th, 4:42 PM
To: The idiot who drives across states to answer e-mails
Subject: This weekend

Draco,

What's up for this weekend? Are you coming back?

Ginny

From: You make it sound like I got lucky
Sent: Nov 6
th, 9:23 PM
To: My dearest Ginny
Subject: The weekend

Ginny,

I'm totally there. Also, tell Potter to let me have his remote.

Draco

From: Your other red-headed friend
Sent: Nov 8
th, 2:45 PM
To: Herm
Subject: Ron

Hermione,

I just feel like I should tell you that…Ron's seeing someone.

Noelle

From: Herm
Sent: Nov 8
th, 3:26 PM
To: Noelle
Subject: Ron

Noelle,

Thanks, but I already know about him and Lavender.

Hermione

From: Noelle
Sent: Nov 8
th, 4:37 PM
To: Hermione
Subject: Ron sans Lavender

Hermione,

Those two never really dated. Her dad scared him off. He's seeing someone else now.

Noelle

From: Hermione
Sent: Nov 8
th, 4:43 PM
To: Noelle
Subject: Ron sans Lavender plus someone else

Noelle,

Well, thanks again, but he's entitled to see whomever he likes. I do wish he would e-mail me every now and then though. Especially since it now appears as though we've both moved on.

Hermione

From: Jenny likes me better; she told me so
Sent: Nov 11
th, 11:23 AM
To: Jenny's other foster brother
Subject: Dammit, Potter, let me have the remote

Potter,

If you don't let me have your remote, I will die from exhaustion from getting up from bed to change the channel manually. Do you really want that on your conscience?

Draco the Great

From: Jenny's favorite foster brother
Sent: Nov 11
th, 11:41 AM
To: Draco the Lame
Subject: The Great Remote War

Malfoy,

Maybe I do.

Harry

From: Your best friend
Sent: Almost a week since my first e-mail
To: Ron, the techno-impaired idiot
Subject: Dude…

Ron, do you ever check your e-mail? Seriously.

Harry

•••

End Author's Note: Okay, I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that I start my senior year of university tomorrow, and the next couple of months will be filled with classes, papers, exams, finding a new job (or thinking about it, at least), studying for my GRE, applying to grad schools and other busy, boring stuff. I'm also working on two new fic projects, one of which I'm 7 chapters into! So what I'm trying to say is that come tomorrow, there's the possibility that I won't have much time to write this fic. This does not mean that I'm giving up on it. I fully intend to finish this fic. All I'm saying is that there might be long waits between chapters. Which you guys are used to anyway.

The good news is that, because I love you all so much, I already have Chapter 10 written and it will be posted in two weeks. After that, there may be a wait, but Chapter 10 (which, is long and full of hilarity) will be up in two weeks. Nice, long reviews might inspire me to write Chapter 11 sooner though.

In completely unrelated news, I saw Superbad today and it was Super Good. Ha ha, I crack myself up.