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A/N #2: OK, so here's the 10th chappy! Harry and Hermione are actually going to get out of their bedroom, either at the end of this chapter or in the next chapter… So you can look forward to that… and that "plot" I've been talking about will start to form in probably the next chapter! Once again, I'm so sorry that I took a century to update this story… it was driving me way crazier than you, because I kept thinking that I needed to continue the story, and it just never happened… I kept writing paragraphs and falling asleep and things like that… I'm so sorry! I mustn't keep you from the story any longer… R&R!
Chapter 10:
Up and About
The sunlight shone through the windows lighting up the bedroom, as the soft breeze blew, causing the curtains to blow open and then close again.
Harry and Hermione had just had the most wonderful night of their lives. More than they had ever expected. They were able to really open up to each other and show the other their true feelings and for Harry this was completely knew.
Harry had always kept his emotions deep inside him and made sure that no one would know what he was really feeling in his heart. He didn't want anyone to know about the fear he felt, or how desperate he was to find someone who would care for him. The previous night, Harry was able to open his heart to Hermione. He was able to let all of his emotions flow out of his eyes and into her through his kiss. Harry trusted Hermione more than he ever thought he would be able to trust anyone in this whole world, and he didn't want to keep anything from her. He wanted her to know everything he was feeling, and he was getting sick of holding it in, he was beginning to feel like he was suffocating with all that emotion hidden so deep inside him for so long. Letting it out was like a deep breath of fresh air after being plunged into a bottomless pool of icy cold water.
He never imagined how amazing it would feel to completely relax and just let everything out, to feel like there was not one worry left in the world. He never imagined that he would ever feel as though there was someone who understood him, and was ready to stand right by his side, no matter how much danger he was in. Someone who was ready to risk their life for him, and even give up their own life, and be content, as long as they died knowing that he was safe.
Hermione was this someone. Hermione was this amazing person that Harry had never imagined he would find; the person that Harry had only seen in the shadows of a dark room in his dreams, secretly protecting him, making him feel safe. A person who watched over him and would care for him forever.
The two teenagers were now asleep, and it was the first time, in what felt like forever, that Harry was able to sleep this well at all.
"Hermione…" Harry moaned softly in his sleep, as his eyes slowly opened to the site of an angel in front of him. She looked perfect. The sunlight glistening on her cheeks, her hair cascading down her back as she laid with her head on Harry's chest. Her scent of cinnamon and vanilla filling his nostrils, as he buried his face in her hair. He closed his eyes, and just lay there. For all he knew, an hour could have passed, but he didn't care. He was just so relaxed lying there, feeling her warm, bare skin next to his. Feeling her hair tickle his chest lightly as she shifted in her sleep.
Harry sighed deeply, a relaxed content sort of sigh, as he opened his eyes and looked down at her once again. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and so peaceful. Harry couldn't help but reach down and stroke her cheek gently, as he marveled at how beautiful she always looked, no matter the situation.
Harry watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed peacefully. He couldn't help but think about just how much he loved her. Just how right if felt to be lying in bed next to her, with absolutely nothing separating his bare flesh from hers, and just how easily he could picture himself spending the rest of his life with her, and he knew that's what he wanted. He knew it days ago, but this moment confirmed it. At this moment, he felt it for the first time throughout his whole body, his mind, his heart, and his soul. It was as if the rest of his life was planned out in his mind, and Hermione would be part of it, a very large part of it. As a matter of fact, she had absolutely everything to do with it.
Harry was deep in thought, as he lay there, staring at her angelic features, waiting for her to open her gorgeous eyes, so cinnamon brown could meet emerald green, the world around them becoming no longer important. It was a relaxed wait, as he slowly stroked Hermione's hair, continuing to study her intently.
Hermione's stunning cinnamon brown eyes fluttered open, as she looked straight into a pool of sparkling emerald green.
"I could wake up like this every morning," Hermione whispered, barely audible, as she gave him her famous angelic smile.
Harry grinned seductively, "I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning," he whispered as he laid his hand on her bare hip, "Especially with the memories of the night before lingering in my mind," he whispered softly, kissing her jaw.
Hermione purred, "You have no idea what you do to me, Potter," she mumbled as she buried her face in his neck kissing it softly.
"Mmm… I might have an idea," Harry spoke quietly, smiling, now rubbing her hip softly, and slowly moving to her inner thigh.
"Mmm… Harry, not again, I'm tired, and I need to take a shower," Hermione moaned into his neck.
"I'm pretty drained too," Harry said laughing, "Hmmm, about that shower… I think I need one too," Harry whispered, winking.
"So, go take one," Hermione said casually, trying almost unsuccessfully to keep her lips from curling into a slight smile.
"Aww, Mione…" Harry whined, with mock disappointment, seeing her smile.
"What?" Hermione asked, continuing her act.
"You know what," Harry pouted.
"Aww, don't give me that look," Hermione smiled. Harry grinned as he kissed her deeply.
Hermione moaned softly, and gripped his shoulders, pulling him up from the bed, their lips still connected. She slowly pulled him with her, never breaking the kiss, one hand still on his shoulder, the other cupping his cheek, pulling her closer to him. Hermione stepped off the bed backwards, one leg first, then the other, as Harry slipped his tongue into her mouth. He gripped her hip with one hand, pushing her closer to him, as he cupped her cheek, Hermione's hand moving to the back of his neck, as she moaned into his mouth.
They were now off of the bed, and their lips didn't leave each other's for even a moment. Hermione gripped Harry's shoulders, pushing him onto the couch, as she moved on top of him, lips still connected. Their clothes were still piled on the couch, causing Harry to lie down on top of them. He pulled them from under him and threw them onto the floor, moaning into the kiss as Hermione ran her hands up his hard chest.
Harry loved the feeling of having Hermione on top of him, her fingertips gently caressing every part of his body in turn, and him doing the same to her. They loved each other desperately. So much that they felt themselves suffocating while away from each other.
They could never get enough. Even during the most intimate moments, they felt like they wanted more. No matter how far they went it was never enough. They were madly in love, and the physical attraction was unbearable, to the point where they were simply desperate to feel each other's bodies every moment of every day, and their love made their desire almost overwhelming. It was impossible for them to keep their hands off of each other.
The kiss was finally broken, leaving Harry and Hermione panting heavily in attempt of catching their breath.
"Harry…" Hermione moaned in between breaths, as she felt his erection graze her inner thigh.
Harry ran his fingers through her hair.
"You really are amazing, Mione, you see what you do to me?" Harry said, just below a whisper. He removed one hand from her hair and moved it down her neck, then her shoulders, her arms, her waist, her hips, her thighs. Hermione shivered under his gentle touch. She felt as though she had currents of electricity running up and down her body. And it felt good, really good.
"I still can't believe this isn't a dream. I can't believe such bliss can exist in the world," Hermione whispered, laying her head on Harry's chest, "Harry, tell me this isn't all a dream," she continued, running her hands up and down his muscular abs.
"This isn't a dream, my love, I'm right here, and I'm never leaving, I'm not going anywhere, I'll always be with you," Harry whispered back to her softly, laying his hand on top of hers.
"Do you mean that Harry?" Hermione said, tears threatening to fall.
"I love you more than anything you could ever imagine, my darling, and I would be prepared to cut off my arm just to prove my love for you, and this is coming straight from my heart, I mean every word I'm saying to you, Mione, you're like a bright light in the darkness in most fearful times. You make me feel like I have someone there for me, for the first time in my whole life, I feel like I have something worth living for, Hermione, you're everything to me, without you, my life would be completely pointless, there would be no reason for living," Harry whispered truthfully.
"Oh… Harry…" Hermione whispered, tears running down her cheeks, "I love you so much. I'm the luckiest girl on earth to have you, you're just amazing Harry, everything you do is amazing," Hermione continued.
Harry cupped her cheeks softly, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.
"Mione, I don't think I'll ever be able to get my hands off of you, I just want to make love to you all day and all night for the rest of my life," Harry mumbled, kissing her softly, then proceeding to trail light kisses down to her neck.
"I wouldn't mind that in the least bit," Hermione stated, just below a whisper, as she continued to stroke Harry's chest.
"How about that shower, Ms. Granger? Isn't that what we got out of bed for in the first place," she said, grinning, as his emerald green eyes sparkled. That was the famous Potter grin that Hermione knew and loved. The same grin that made her weak in the knees.
Hermione grinned back mischievously, "I would love a shower right about now," she whispered, gripping his shoulders and pulling him up with her, as she pressed her lips against his. Harry groaned softly, as Hermione dragged him towards the bathroom, as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and exploring it desperately, his hands resting on her hips.
They stumbled into the bathroom, and then into the shower, as Hermione pushed Harry into the wall and laid one hand on his cheek, and the other on the side of his neck, slowly traveling to his hair and running her fingers through it. Harry gripped her hips with both hands as their tongues dueled more fiercely then ever.
Hermione leaned into him, arching her back as she felt Harry's erection pushing up against her, begging to be inside her once again.
"Hermione…" Harry groaned and they broke the kiss in desperate need of catching their breaths, "I love you," he whispered.
Hermione smiled as she opened her eyes and gazed up at him, "I love you too Harry," she whispered back.
"You're truly an angel, Hermione. This is all too good to be true. I don't deserve you," Harry murmured into her hair.
"Harry, it's I who doesn't deserve you," Hermione countered.
Harry smiled, "We could argue about this forever, can't we?" Harry asked.
Hermione leaned in, smiling mischievously, "We can, but we wont, because we have much, much better things to do," she said so quietly it was barely heard as she kissed him deeply once again, running her hands up his chest and around his neck.
Harry pulled her closer to him, returning the kiss, his hands still holding onto her hips. Hermione purred as she grinded her hips into his, causing him to groan deeply.
"Hermione, please…" Harry moaned, causing her to smile.
"You're just going to have to be patient, Harry," Hermione whispered into his ear seductively, nuzzling his neck.
"Why are we in a shower with no water?" Harry asked, his voice low, as he ran his fingers through her hair, one hand rubbing her hip.
"Would you like for me to turn the water on, Mr. Potter?" Hermione teased, biting on his ear gently as she purred.
"I would love if you would turn the water on," Harry whispered breathlessly, his heart beating twice its normal speed.
Hermione grinned seductively as she reached sideways, turning the handle, causing hot water to run down their bodies, making them want each other more than they already did, if possible.
"Mione…" Harry moaned, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues beginning to duel almost instantly.
The water gently tickled down their bare flesh as the room steamed up, creating the sensual atmosphere they were longing for.
"Harry…" Hermione breathed, beginning to gently kiss his neck, as Harry laid a hand on her rear, running his fingers over her inner thigh, as he pulled her leg up and gently wrapped it around his waist.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, as Harry turned around so that she now had her back against the wall.
"Harry, make love to me," she whispered, breathing deeply as she ran her fingers through his hair, soaked from a mixture of sweat and water. Hermione wrapped her other leg around him, as Harry held her up, pushing himself into her, his lips caressing her neck, kissing it softly. Hermione tilted her head back, a quiet moan escaping her lips.
Harry froze, waiting for approvable to continue. Hermione nodded, as she buried her face in his neck, continuing to play with his hair.
"Harry, please… don't stop," she murmured, closing her eyes. Harry nuzzled her cheek, as he slowly began moving in and out.
"Faster, Harry… please…" she whispered between soft moans, grinding her hips into his, causing a groan to escape his lips, as he started to pick up speed.
He kissed her deeply, all his passion, his love, and his desire radiating through his body into hers. The heat was becoming unbearable as they clung to each other, Hermione gripping Harry's shoulders, as they continued to move together. Hermione was on the verge of screaming, as they both panted, nearing their peak. They felt as though their bodies were one, the rhythm they had, the way they reached their climax together, and the way they came together, moaning each other's names between heavy breaths.
Harry turned around so that he had his back against the wall, still holding Hermione up, and leaning against it, in fear that his knees would buckle, as he slowly pulled out of her, and lowered her down, so she could stand on her own, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Harry…" Hermione whispered into his neck, half moaning, still trying to catch her breath.
"I love you, Mione, so much," Harry murmured into her hair as he ran his fingers through it.
Hermione smiled angelically, "I love you too, Harry," she said, continuing to whisper.
Harry grinned, "So how about the actual showering part of the shower?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
Hermione giggled, "Well, it is what we came here for in the first place, isn't it?" she whispered, leaving a small trail of kisses on his neck.
Harry picked up the shampoo, and squeezed some out onto his hand, beginning to lather it into Hermione's hair, as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, enjoying the feeling of hot water on her body and Harry's fingers running through her hair.
Harry massaged her scalp with the tips of his fingers, and made sure that her hair was completely covered in shampoo, before helping her wash it off.
He then took the bar of soap, stood behind her, and began to wash her, beginning at her shoulders and moving down, taking extra long lathering her breasts, then continuing to her stomach, then to her legs. Harry slowly moved up and down her legs, first moving down her outer thighs, coming back up to her inner thigh and right back down, then moving up her other leg, each time, coming closer to her opening, slowly driving her mad.
He then lathered between her legs, moving up her rear and her back, coming over her shoulders and down her arms. Hermione just stood still, enjoying all the feelings that washed over her as Harry's hands ran up and down her body, causing her to shiver every few moments, as she closed her eyes. Once he was done, he washed all the soap off of her, noticing that he had once again become hard.
Hermione opened her eyes and turned around to face him as their eyes met.
Harry smiled, a mischievous sparkle in his gorgeous green eyes, "All clean," he whispered.
"Now it's my turn," she whispered back, eying his body, noticing how gorgeous he looked, droplets of water trickling down his well-toned chest and abs, and his…
'Oh God,' she thought as she sighed almost dreamily, but then looked back up to his face, blushing, when she noticed where she was staring.
Harry grinned one of his most charming grins. Hermione smiled, feeling as though she was about to melt right in front of him.
Hermione picked up the bottle of shampoo and squeezed the shampoo out onto her hand, standing in front of Harry and beginning to lather it into his hair.
Harry couldn't help but watch her breasts moving slightly as she began to massage his scalp, then washing the shampoo out of his hair.
Hermione picked up the bar of soap and began to wash his shoulders and his arms, then running her hands down his hard chest and abs, marveling at how amazing they felt under her touch. She couldn't help but trace every muscle before she moved on, causing Harry to go mad with desire. Her fingers began trailing down to his erection as she slowly wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it softly. Harry groaned, resisting the urge to pull her to him and take her once again.
"Hermione… please…" Harry moaned, not knowing how much longer he could hold himself back. Hermione smiled mischievously, as she began to stroke him only slightly quicker, repeatedly moving her hand up and down his erection, until Harry reached his release, throwing his head back, as her name escaped his lips.
"Oh Merlin… Hermione…" Harry groaned huskily, as he rested one hand on the side of her neck, and the other on her hip, capturing her lips in a desperate and passionate kiss, a moan of approval emitting from the back of her throat, as she felt what seemed like hundreds of electric currents coursing through her body.
Harry licked her bottom lip, requesting entrance into her mouth, as she gladly granted him permission to taste and explore her, as Harry let out yet another groan. Hermione moved one hand to the back of his neck, the other gripping his shoulder, and she pulled him closer to her, deepening the kiss, as she felt his every muscle pushing back against her soft, yet toned figure.
Moments later, Harry broke the kiss, his breathing quick and erotic, as Hermione moved her hand from the back of his neck to run her fingers through his hair, burying her face in his shoulder as she leaned into him.
"Hermione… I don't think I can hold myself back much longer… We better end this shower soon, before I have an overwhelming desire to carry you to bed and ravish your body all day and all night for the next ten years," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse and low, making Hermione shiver.
"I wouldn't mind that in the least bit, Mr. Potter, but sadly we have classes starting tomorrow which we must attend," Hermione stated, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"That's my Hermione," Harry whispered, referring to the way she was so serious about her studies, and the way she always pointed out the obvious.
Hermione grinned, "Oh, so I'm yours now Mr. Potter," she asked playfully, her eyes twinkling with desire as she looked up at him.
"As I am yours," Harry replied, kissing her neck softly.
"Does that mean I can do this?" Hermione whispered seductively, as she began tracing his muscles, moving her hand to his hard arse and up his back, tracing every muscle in the process, the soft and gentle touch of her fingers causing him to shiver slightly, closing his eyes.
"Oh yes, my Hermione, any time you please for as long as you like," Harry groaned softly, moving the hand which was still rested on her neck to run his fingers through her hair, also tightening his other hand's grip on her hip as he pulled her to him, wanting to feel every inch of her body pressed against his.
"Harry… You're going to later regret having said that," Hermione said, her voice soft and seductive, as she brought her hand up to the back of his neck, and then higher, entangling her fingers in his silky jet-black hair, as she began kissing his neck softly.
"Mione, I'm sure I'll never regret having said that," Harry told her, sincerely, as he began to rub her hip slowly, causing Hermione to instinctively grind her hips into his, receiving a groan from Harry, as he held her hips close to his, wanting her to feel the effect she had on him.
Hermione purred with pleasure. To her, there was nothing better than the feeling of Harry's hard muscles against her stomach, and the feel of his well toned arse against her legs when she wrapped her legs around his waist, and what brought her desire to the max, was feeling his erection pushing up against her hip, or her stomach, as they stood so close together, and knowing that it was for her.
"Merlin… Hermione… we have to stop, as much I would love to make love to you over and over, countless times… we have to stop… Lupin and Dumbledore already know what we're doing up here… we have to show up for lunch at least… I hate the thought of leaving… and not being able to feel you against me… but we have to stop," Harry whispered, pausing between sentences to trail soft kisses down her neck. He couldn't bear having her so close to him, when he was so aroused, and knowing that they couldn't possibly make love forever.
"I know… You're right Harry… how about this… I'll go and get dressed… and you… you compose yourself…" Hermione insisted, referring to his erection, still pushing against her hip, as her breath quickened as a result of Harry continuing to trail kisses down her neck, and back up again to her jaw.
"Go before I'm unable to control myself any longer," Harry said, his voice deep and hoarse, as each word, no, each syllable sent electric currents through Hermione's body, her desire for him doubling. Harry reluctantly removed his hand from her hip, quickly wishing he had kept it there for at least a second longer.
Hermione detangled her fingers from his hair as she took half a step back, instantly missing the feel of his skin against hers. She looked him up down, and smiled meeting his eyes.
"Harry, whatever you're doing, keep it up," she whispered, as she kissed him tenderly, leaving the shower and then the bathroom without a backward glance, leaving Harry weak kneed, and unable to stand without the support of the shower wall behind him.
Harry closed his eyes, and sighed deeply, as he reached sideways and turned the knob, causing cold water to pour over him, another sigh escaping his lips. Suddenly, he felt so alone without Hermione in his arms as she had been continuously for the past two days, this being the morning of their third day at Hogwarts.
Harry picked up the bar of soap and finished washing himself within minutes, then standing under the shower, closing his eyes, and allowing the cold water to pour over him for what felt like it could have been hours, but what probably only a couple minutes.
Then he turned off the water, stepping out of the shower and briefly drying himself off with a towel, not even bothering to wrap it around his waist as he left the bathroom to find Hermione sitting on the edge of her bed, dressed in a short gray skirt, and a fitted off-white sweater, her Hogwarts robes lying on the bed next to her. She had dried her hair; undoubtedly with a spell she'd read in one of her many books. It flowed beautifully to her shoulders, and the sunlight shining from the window made her face glow brightly. Harry hadn't known how long he'd stared, as he watched Hermione grin at him, looking him up and down.
"Harry darling, are you trying to make me want to rip my own clothes off and push you onto the bed and straddle you?" she pouted, playfully.
Harry came back to his senses as he realized he'd been standing in from of her, completely undressed, and staring at her.
"I wouldn't mind that in the least bit," Harry said, his shining emerald green eyes boring into her.
"Harry, please… if you value my sanity you'll get dressed, as quickly as possible," Hermione whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from him as they continued to wander all over his body and to places they shouldn't. Harry smiled at the expression on her face as she continued to stare.
"So you think I'm just so unbelievably ugly that you can't bear to look at me in fear of going mad from the terrible ugliness that is me," Harry stated, trying to sound serious, but failing.
"Oh Harry, quit the opposite… definitely quit the opposite, Harry, you're just so damn sexy that if I stare at you for one more moment I might be blinded by your sexiness," Hermione whispered, still unable to look away, sounding quit serious.
"Hermione, sweetheart, are you trying to be blinded by my sexiness?" Harry asked seriously, noticing how she continued to gaze dreamily at his torso.
"See Harry, this is why you should get dressed, because when you're standing here in front of me, so…" Hermione thought for a moment, "so… naked, I can't seem to be able to tear my eyes away from your beautiful sexiness… and in fear of becoming blinded from that beautiful sexiness which is you, I am asking you kindly to take pity on my sanity, and put some clothes on," Hermione stated, matter-of-factly, looking as though she was literally about to rip her own clothes off and push him onto the bed, straddling him.
Harry grinned, "Fine, Hermione, you win," Harry said, pretending to sound disappointed, as he winked and retreated into his room where his luggage had been left in order to find something to wear.
Harry dug through his trunk finally finding a pair of gray pants and a forest green sweater, which brought out his eyes. Harry then took a glance in the mirror, looking himself over quickly, and trying for the infinitive time to unsuccessfully tame his still damp mess of hair.
"Very good choice for you, Mr. Potter," the mirror commented, causing Harry to jump.
"Oh Merlin, I forgot the mirrors at Hogwarts could talk! You scared me half to death!" Harry exclaimed angrily.
"Now, now, Mr. Potter… I did no such thing!" the mirror retaliated.
"Stubborn one, aren't you?" Harry asked it.
The mirror made a sort of "Hmph" sound and said no more, as Harry retreated back into Hermione's room, still looking exasperated.
"Damn talking mirrors," Harry mumbled to himself.
Hermione laughed softly, "Harry, I could hear you yelling at it all the way from here," Hermione stated.
Harry smiled at her, his pointless anger forgotten, "It is bloody annoying you know?" he said softly, as he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge next to Hermione, as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her into his lap. Hermione inhaled sharply, as she closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck, sighing deeply.
"Mione, baby, are you alright?" Harry whispered, frowning, as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"I'm okay, don't worry about me Harry," Hermione replied, her head now lying on his shoulder.
Harry pouted, "Mione, I'll always worry about you, tell me, please," Harry said, as he continued to whisper.
"It's nothing Harry, I just realized how sore I am is all," Hermione gave into his pleading look. Harry ran his fingers through her hair.
"Mione, I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do to help you?" Harry asked gently, but with slight desperation in his voice. Harry hated the thought that Hermione might be in pain because of him.
"Harry, don't you dare be sorry, I'm glad we did what we did," Hermione stated. Harry opened his mouth, ready to retaliate, but Hermione cut him off knowing exactly what he was going to say.
"And Harry, don't you dare blame yourself, and don't you dare say that it's your fault that I'm in pain," Hermione reassured him, before he could even speak.
Harry smiled weakly, "Hermione, have you been practicing Legimency?" Harry asked, actually almost thinking of that as a possibility.
"No, Harry, I've known you for five years, and I know it's just like you to blame yourself for things like this," Hermione stated.
Harry sighed, looking at her seriously, "I just don't want to be in pain or to be uncomfortable… Hermione is anything I can do for you?" Harry asked desperately.
"Harry, it's alright, I'll be okay. Let's just go down to the Great Hall, I'm sure everyone's missing us," Hermione said, trying to distract Harry so that he wouldn't blame himself.
"If you're sure… but Hermione, if you need anything, anything at all… please tell me," Harry almost begged.
Hermione smiled, "Harry, you know you're really sweet. I know I'm said it before, but you really are," Hermione whispered.
"I just care about you Hermione," Harry whispered back, still determined to help her in some way.
"Harry please stop worrying about me, let's go," Hermione said as she slid off his lap, and turned to him waiting for him to stand up.
"Oh, alright," Harry sighed in defeat, as he stood up and took her hand, lacing his fingers into hers, as they walked out of the room together, glancing back only for a second, and smiling at the wonderful memories of the wonderful ways they had been together in the past couple days.
A/N: Ok, so Harry and Hermione are finally leaving their room… I wonder how everyone will greet them and what people will think… Once again I have to say that I'm really UNBELIEVABLY sorry that I didn't update in so long, and I just hope that it wont happen again, because I desperately love writing my Fan Fiction, but sometimes I get caught up in life and I don't write :'( I'm so sorry! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I really REALLY hope to have a new one up soon!
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