Hogwarts High II
By Siriusly Amused
Author's Note: Okay, I'm adding this chapter a few days early because 1) I feel like it, and 2) a reviewer named Jimmy keeps bombarding my inbox with reviews, and that makes me happy, and when I'm happy, I update. I haven't started on chapter 11 yet, but I'm really looking forward to the next couple of chapters…like seriously.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP… Certain songs …
Chapter Ten
Cold Feet
••• Ginny •••
"So, Draco…" I started, and Draco flopped over from his back to his side to look at me, adjusting the covers and propping his hand under the pillow as he did so. "Thursday's Thanksgiving. What are you and Harry doing for it?"
"I think our foster parents are taking us to some of their extended family. You?" Draco reached out and began playing with a lock of my hair. It was strange how normal this had all become, lying in bed late at night with Draco, making small talk. We hadn't kissed or done anything to suggest that we were a couple yet; in a way, it felt like we were just two people staying together to assuage one another's pain. There were times when I really wished we were more though. Times when I wanted nothing more than for him to hold me closer, to lean down and kiss me. There were times when I was really frustrated over our complicated relationship.
"I think my brother, Bill, invited my history teacher over for dinner," I replied, taking his hand from my hair and placing it on the mattress.
Draco's eye brows raised in genuine surprise. "Binns finally retired?"
"Kicking and screaming, yeah," I replied, and Draco smiled. "Our new teacher's pretty cool though," I continued. "We call her Tonks."
Draco suddenly gave a little jerk as if he had just been shocked. "Is Tonks her last name?"
"Yeah."
"Feisty girl? Unusual colored hair?"
"Yeah. Do you know her?"
"She's my cousin."
It was my turn to jerk. "What? I didn't know you had cousins!"
"From my mom's side, yeah. Tonks and I know about each other, but…our families didn't really get along."
"Oh…I see." I laid there for a minute in thought. "Tonks is distantly related to us. Very distantly obviously, otherwise she and my brother wouldn't be dating. So distant, I guess she doesn't even count as family."
"I should hope not," Draco said, smirking. "If our families were related, it would make this very awkward."
"Make what awkward?"
"This."
"What this?" I pressed.
"Us."
"And what are we exactly?"
Draco paused and gazed at me, his eyes round and vulnerable. "We're Ginny and Draco," he stated simply.
I sighed and rolled over, facing away from him. "Yeah. Just Ginny and Draco," I spat out in a hurt whisper. For a few, lonely moments, time seemed to stand still; then Draco moved, propping himself on his elbow as he brought a hand to pull my hair away from my face and to place a soft kiss on my cheek. He then settled back down onto the pillow, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer.
I smiled; it was a start.
••• Harry •••
"Welcome to the dark side," Draco said into my ear as we entered what appeared to be the biggest mansion in the world. I was so awestruck by its splendor that I couldn't verbally agree with Draco, so I merely nodded my head. We were a long way from Hogwarts Hills and the Weasley house.
"Susan, darling!" a middle-aged and heavily botoxed woman exclaimed upon our entrance. She placed her bony hands firmly on Susan's shoulders as the two women bumped cheeks with one another. "And Larry, it's so good to see you," the botox lady continued, breaking away from Susan to embrace Larry; I noticed that she actually kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger there for a little longer than necessary. Draco and I simultaneously took a step back, as if we wanted to blend in with the coat rack. Sadly for us, the botox lady saw us.
"And these must be your boys," she said, taking a step towards us and offering us a forced smile. Her eyes roved up and down our frames critically. "Charming."
She turned abruptly and began walking down the foyer, her heels clicking as she did so.
"The rest of the family is in the living room or kitchen or gaming room or God only knows where else," she called over her shoulder, not bothering to glance at us. "Make yourselves feel at home."
Larry came between me and Draco, throwing his arms around our shoulders. "Well, boys, what do you say we find some cold beverages and the football game?" He didn't wait for our replies, but merely strolled forward, pulling us along. Draco and I exchanged disgruntled glances seeing as neither of us were big football fans and didn't really want to spend time bonding with Larry either.
Larry led us to some stairs that ended up in what we supposed was the gaming room; it was populated by a bunch of males situated around a gigantic plasma TV. There was a loud roar of triumph as some team scored a touchdown.
Larry clapped us both on the shoulder and went to the bar, helping himself to a beer before joining a group of men on the couch. Unsure of what else to do, Draco and I poked around the bar in search of a drink that didn't contain alcohol.
"Surely they must have some soda or bottled water or orange juice or something!" I exclaimed in a harsh whisper as I searched the mini fridge.
"I dunno, man," Draco said behind me. "I told you we're on the dark side now. The adults are going to be too full on themselves to notice us."
I straightened and looked at him. "That's horrible."
He shrugged and reached past me for a beer. "That's how I managed to drunkenly chat up inanimate objects at fourteen." He popped the lid off the bottle and took a drink. "Come on," he coaxed when he realized that I was still standing still. "They won't care."
Sighing and figuring that no one would get upset with one beer, I grabbed one of my own and opened it. Draco and I meandered over to the group of men by the TV, and Draco was right: no one cared that we were drinking. As a matter of fact, no one seemed to realize that we existed. They didn't make room for us, and left us standing on the outskirts, feeling highly out of place.
There was another gigantic roar of approval as one football player tackled another.
"I think I'm going to need another drink," Draco mumbled from the side of his mouth, and I couldn't have agreed more.
By the time we were called up for dinner, Draco and I had drunk enough that we were finding it a tad bit difficult to focus, and the ground under us didn't seem very stable. We tried so hard to walk straight and appear sober, that we probably looked really suspicious. Luckily, the other men filed ahead of us, and we were the last in the kitchen, loading our plates with food in the hope that it would sober us up some.
The botox lady was the only one in the kitchen with us, and she glared at us over her glass of wine.
"Your parents are dead, yes?" She asked it so abruptly that it took a moment for our sluggish brains to comprehend it.
I graced her with an indifferent look before nodding and returning to scooping green beans onto my plate. Draco, however, slowly set his plate and utensils down, as if he didn't trust himself to be able to hold them anymore.
"My mom is," he replied in a very weak, hollow voice. I glanced at him, momentarily acute as if all the alcohol had drained from my body. My parents died when I was young; I grew up not being with them, so the question 'Are your parents dead?' was as normal to me as 'Do you like peas?' Draco, however, just lost his mom. Even though we both doubted that she, or Sirius, or Remus were dead, there was still the possibility…
Draco shook himself suddenly, as if coming out of a trance. "My dad's still alive, though," he said in a much stronger, albeit slightly angry voice.
Botox lady raised an eyebrow, pursing her lips. "And you're not worried that your dad will steal your millions?"
"What millions?" Draco asked, knitting his brow in confusion. I also looked at the lady questioningly. Draco had a grand total of fifty eight dollars and sixty three cents, which he kept in a glass jar on his dresser.
"Interesting," the botox lady said with a smirk before turning on her heel to enter the dining room. Once she was gone, Draco looked at me in all seriousness.
"I think I need more booze."
••• Tonks •••
Thanksgiving dinner was slightly awkward.
First of all, Ron had invited Noelle, so I was sitting at the table with not two, but three of my students. To make matters worse, Ron and Ginny would continually glance at me, then each other and proceed to giggle over some unspoken joke. Noelle, who sat between them, merely gave the two of them questioning looks before sending an apologetic one at me.
As if that wasn't bad enough, Charlie, my high school sweetheart, was also present. He and I were able to talk normally to one another, although the tension was thick, particularly when he started sending Bill hurt, pissed-off glances across the table.
And then, of course, there were the twins, who were delighting in all of the awkward tension and only made things worse by commenting on how much I must like Weasley men (at which point both Ron and Ginny snorted into their mashed potatoes), and then added that they were now legal should I ever get bored of Bill (Ron and Ginny both erupted into insane laughter at this, pounding the table with their hands and nearly falling off of their chairs; Noelle looked like she didn't know what to do with the two of them).
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, bless their souls, tried to calm down their children, but to no avail.
It's an understatement to say that I was highly relieved when Bill pulled me into the darkened, deserted family office after dinner, closing the sliding door behind him so that only a sliver of light shown in. This, along with the darkened window, gave us enough light to see.
I walked over to the window, running my hands through my hair and sighing deeply.
"There, there, it's over now," Bill said, coming up behind me and placing his hands upon my shoulders, gently massaging them.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Not until I leave, it isn't," I replied quietly.
Bill chuckled, his breath tickling my neck; I was suddenly aware of how close he was.
"You don't think Charlie's mad at us, do you?" I asked. Charlie had left directly after dessert.
"Nah," Bill replied, his hands leaving my shoulders, running down my arms and encircling my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips lightly brushed the spot where my neck and shoulder met. "Still thinking about Charlie?" he whispered into my ear, nibbling lightly.
"You could make me forget about him," I whispered back, leaning into his embrace as his lips trailed down my neck.
I hitched in my breath as his teeth grazed my skin.
"Sorry," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss where he had nipped me.
"Don't be," I replied, bringing a hand back to bury it in his hair as he continued to nibble along my neck.
His kisses grew more fervent as the moments went on, and I was sure that a hickey had formed (I had been neglecting my iron intake all week just to ascertain one would form easily) but didn't bother to stop him. Our breathing came in hitched gasps, and our hold on one another tightened.
He pulled away, but only enough for him to turn me so that I faced him, pressing me up against the cool window, such a contrast to his own body heat. Our eyes sought one another and were filled with a combination of lust as well as an 'oh shit' realization that we were crossing some line. And then he kissed me. Really kissed me, not some forced show to bring back some girl.
The kiss started passionate and escalated from there until, in one swift movement, Bill had picked me up, and I found myself wrapping my legs around him. He broke our kiss, his lips trailing down my neck once more to the spot where my hickey was surely forming. I could feel him smiling into my neck as he nipped me again.
"Oh fuck!"
Bill set me down and broke apart so quickly that I was slightly disoriented. Once I gained my bearings, however, I noticed that we were no longer alone in the office: Ron and Noelle were standing hand in hand in the doorway. Noelle was bright red and staring pointedly at the ceiling. Ron, on the other hand, was staring at us, grinning madly.
"We must think alike, Bill," Ron commented, swinging his interlocked hand with Noelle's. Noelle, unable to take the embarrassment, muttered an apology and left. Ron grinned at us for another moment, gave Bill two encouraging thumbs up and left as well. I let out the breath I had been holding.
Bill sighed. "At least it wasn't Ginny."
"Or the twins," I agreed.
He smiled and scratched his forehead while gazing down at his shoes. I dipped my head, trying to make eye contact.
"You don't kiss your brothers like that, Weasley," I said through a smirk.
He glanced up and grinned slyly at me. "I don't kiss my brothers at all," he said, wrapping his arms around me yet again. And then I was pressed up against the window for the second time that night.
••• Jaclyn •••
I was already a bit irritated when I found the boys. I had thought at the beginning of the evening that they would find me in the kiddie room with the rest of the children; however, I learned at dinner that they were in the gaming room with the rest of the men, getting wasted. Luckily they had enough sense to stumble outside for fresh air once they began seeing double; if they hadn't, the entire family would have heard their horrible singing.
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! OF THE WORLD!"
I groaned and covered my eyes with my hand. "Guys, I really don't need this right now," I told them.
Harry turned around at the sound of my voice, staggered, then grinned stupidly.
"Jaclyn!" he said, stumbling over to me and placing a wet, sloppy kiss on the corner of my mouth.
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!" Draco continued to sing, his arms over his head. He turned and noticed that Harry was no longer with him, so he altered his lyrics. "I AM THE CHAMPION. I AM THE CHAMPION. NO TIME FOR LOSERS, CUZ I AM THE CHAMPION!"
Meanwhile, Harry slobbered all over my left ear.
"How much did you guys drink?" I asked, as I pushed Harry away. He tripped over his own feet and fell onto the grass. Draco glanced down at him and changed songs.
"HARRY GETS KNOCKED DOWN! BUT HE GETS UP AGAIN! YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO KEEP HIM DOWN!"
"Just," Harry said, blinking up at me from his spot on the ground as he tried to answer my question. He began counting on his fingers, only to get confused and having to start over.
"HE DRINKS A WHISKEY DRINK, HE DRINKS A VODKA DRINK. HE DRINKS A LAGER DRINK, HE DRINKS A CIDER DRINK."
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. As annoying as they were, they were also amusing.
"I can't count anymore, Jacky," Harry mumbled.
"DANNY BOOYYY! DANNY BOOYYY! DANNY BOOOYYYY!"
I sighed and shook my head, rummaging around in my purse for my keys. "Come on," I said as I hoisted Harry up from his spot on the ground. "Let's get you guys home."
"HARRY GETS KNOCKED DOWN! BUT HE GETS UP AGAIN!"
••• Remus •••
I came down to breakfast and found Narcissa with a streak of purple in her hair.
"No," I told her simply, pouring myself a cup of coffee and wandering into the living room.
"No, what?" she asked, following me like an annoying puppy.
"Just no," I reiterated.
Narcissa looked as though she was going to protest, but was prohibited by the doorbell ringing. She opened the front door to reveal another purple-streaked blonde; albeit a younger version who was holding what appeared to be a bowl of cranberry sauce. Tonks' eyes widened and a smile slowly formed as she gazed at the older woman.
"Nice look, Aunt Narcissa!" she commented.
"Oh thank you dear!" Narcissa said, tossing her head so that her hair flew dramatically over her shoulder. "I got rather bored the other day and…" but Narcissa stopped, her voice contorting into something that sounded much like a walrus as she gasped and pulled at the scarf around Tonks' neck. "Oh my…" she said once she had successfully wrestled the scarf away from her niece, revealing a mass of bruises upon Tonks' neck. Each one sent a jolt to my stomach, much like a punch.
"Bill must really like you blonde," Narcissa commented unhelpfully, causing Tonks to blush furiously.
"That's really none of your business, Narcissa," Tonks commented, entering the house. "I just came by with some of Molly Weasley's left over cranberry sauce," Tonks continued. Her voice sounded normal, but it was plain to see that Tonks was uncomfortable; she clumsily bumped into the table before setting the bowl down upon it. "I better go now," she said, not making eye contact with either Narcissa or myself. "Lots of papers to grade."
She marched forward, yanking her scarf back from Narcissa. "Goodbye, Narcissa. I'm sorry, Remus." Tonks gasped and slapped her hand over her mouth at the words. Her eyes frantically searched the room before locking onto my own, and for a split second, I thought she was going to start crying, but she merely ran away.
"Well," Narcissa said conversationally as she closed the door. "That was…unexpected."
My stomach was churning angrily, and I had never felt more frustrated in my life. With two strides, I was in front of Narcissa. She gasped slightly as I leaned down and kissed her.
"I don't love you," I told her simply once I had broken the kiss.
"Well I don't exactly love you either," she stated, her hand on her hip.
"As long as we have that cleared up," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her down the hall to the bedroom.
Sirius passed us on the way. He took one look at us before standing aside and shouting, "I'll be in the backyard. Keep it down; I don't want to be traumatized!" at our backs. We slammed the door in his face.
••• Harry •••
My first conscious thought was that my head hurt. My second conscious thought was that I was never going to drink again. And my third conscious thought was that someone was in bed with me.
I opened my eyes and found Draco's sleeping face a mere few centimeters away.
"AHHH!" I screamed, sitting up in bed rather abruptly and ignoring the spasm of pain that that movement caused.
"Potter, shut the fuck up! For the love of…" Draco mumbled, burying his face into the pillow. It was then that I realized that we were only partially clothed and in a pink room.
"What the hell did we do last night?" I asked him, checking under the covers to make sure that we were both still wearing pants. We were, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"I have a vague recollection of football and singing," Draco answered sleepily.
"We neither play football nor sing," I told him. Draco looked at me as if I was stupid.
"People do a lot of things they don't normally do when they're drunk," he explained.
"Speaking of which," Jaclyn said, suddenly entering the room, which I realized must have been hers. She was carrying two glasses of water and a box of painkillers. She quirked an eyebrow at Draco. "Should I tell him what else he did last night?"
"Please don't," I mumbled, popping a painkiller and drinking some of the water. Draco, however, looked confused.
"What else did he do last night? I can't remember anything past the singing."
"You two had a moment," Jaclyn beamed.
Draco and I gazed at each other in horror.
"A moment?" I asked, scared to know what the answer was.
"Yep. You guys were half passed out on each other in the backseat while I drove you here, and you were going on about being brothers, and saying things like, 'I love you, man!' and I think some tears were shed."
I immediately kicked Draco out of bed. He fell to the floor with a loud thump and a muffled curse. Jaclyn rolled her eyes and helped him up.
"There're fresh towels in the bathroom, Draco," she said, leading him into her adjoining bathroom. "You can take a shower first." Draco scowled at me as he closed the bathroom door, and Jaclyn took his place in bed, resting her chin upon my chest.
"Why did you two get wasted last night?" she asked.
"I honestly don't even remember," I mumbled, rubbing an eye with the palm of my hand. "But I've never been that drunk before in my life."
A worried look passed over Jaclyn's features as she placed a soft kiss on my chest. I hitched in my breath slightly at the touch of her lips upon my chest, wishing she would do it again.
"HARRY KNOCKS ME DOWN, BUT I GET UP AGAIN!"
The moment was ruined by Draco singing in the shower. Jaclyn immediately launched into giggles, burying her face in my chest as I sent a questioning glance at the bathroom.
"Someone should tell him that Tubthumping is so ten years ago."
••• Ginny •••
"So that's why they're called imaginary numbers; they don't exist."
McGonagall turned away from the board and smiled benevolently upon us as if she felt she had just done us a great favor by informing us of the horror that are known as imaginary numbers. And in a way, she had; I concluded that math was bogus. Too damn bad the rest of the world doesn't agree with me.
"Listen, McGoogles," came a voice to my right, and I looked to see Ron addressing McGonagall, waving his pen for emphasis. "I love you, but sometimes I think you're on crack."
There was a muffled laughter throughout the class, and McGonagall graced my brother with a look that I have come to known as the Ron Has Said Something Silly look.
"I take it you didn't understand the lesson, Mr. Weasley," she said, rolling her eyes.
"No, I got it. Well, I think I got it. We'll find out tomorrow, I suppose. I just think math is crack. Not in the sense that you get addicted to it, but in the sense that it's bad for you."
McGonagall rolled her eyes again.
"I'm assigning numbers one through twenty for homework," McGonagall explained. "Due tomorrow," she added, casting a furtive look at Seamus, who groaned audibly as the rest of us gathered our stuff and meandered out of the classroom.
"Ron! …Ginny!" Parvati practically launched at us as we left the classroom; it appeared as though she had been waiting outside in the hall for the class to get out. "I didn't know you were taking Algebra II?" she asked me, glancing past Ron as we walked down the hall together.
"Yeah, the show off's doubling up on her math classes this year," Ron answered for me, and I sent him a disgruntled stare.
"Cool," Parvati complimented distractedly. "Anyway, I have big news!"
"It's chicken nugget day in the cafeteria?" Ron asked hopefully.
"No," Parvati replied, giving him an odd look. "Hogwarts is totally going to have a winter formal!" She practically shrieked it, she was so excited. Ron and I continued walking like normal. "Well? Aren't you excited?" she asked, her face dropping.
"I don't like dances," Ron replied.
"Yeah, I'm not sure if I'll go either," I replied, thinking about how I wouldn't be able to bring Draco.
"Why not? Ginny you have to go!" Parvati grabbed my arm frantically.
Ron stopped walking and glanced somberly at me. "Yeah, Gin, I thought you liked dances."
"It's just that…" I blushed, not knowing what to say, "I…I don't have a dress," I sputtered quickly.
Parvati immediately looked embarrassed, and Ron looked almost as though his heart was broken. I blushed more furiously and glanced down at my feet.
"So, yeah…" I rambled, taking a few steps back from them. "I don't think I'll be going." I quickly turned and walked away, not allowing myself to look at either of them in fear of them being able to see through my lie.
••• Fred •••
"I need a job!"
I glanced up from the register to see my dear younger brother, Ron, staring at me in almost a panic.
"Okaaay," I said, confused.
Ron hastily ran a hand through his hair.
"So when do I start?" he asked.
"Oh! You want a job here!" I said loudly.
"What's going on?" George asked, coming up to us, his eyes glancing between the two of us.
"Ronnie wants a job," I explained and George grinned.
"Well I guess we could give him an application," George said, gracing Ron with a smirk. "But he'll have to go through an interview like everyone else."
"You don't understand!" Ron said frantically. He leaned in closer, dropping his voice to almost a whisper. "Hogwarts is having a winter formal, and Ginny can't afford a dress for it."
Both George and I gasped in horror. Our little sister unable to go to the dance? NEVER! George immediately whipped out his check book.
"Hey, this was my idea!" Ron said indignantly, glaring at George.
George sighed. "Alright, the three of us will work together," he consented. "You're hired, Ron. However!" George reached under the counter and pulled out a cup. "We do require a drug test first."
Ron looked at the cup. Then at us. "You two are bastards." He grabbed the cup and headed towards the bathroom.
"If we find any illicit drugs in your pee, Ron, we're totally telling Mom and Dad!" I yelled after him.
He gave me the finger.
••• Hermione •••
Victor was away for over a week due to the soccer team having to go to state. During that week, I was entirely alone. No one talked to me. No one even came near me. I felt sick as longing and loneliness welled up in the pit of my stomach, churning over and over again. I wanted nothing more than to have Victor back. And when he showed up on my doorstep that weekend, smiling happily at me, I couldn't help but throw myself into his arms, burying my face in his jersey. My intense pain lessened to a dull ache.
••• Noelle •••
Ron climbed through my window late one night. He was wearing a red Weasels' shirt and looked exhausted.
"Hey," I greeted him softly as he came and plopped down in bed with me, resting his head on my stomach. "You're working with your brothers now?"
Ron nodded against my stomach. "Ginny doesn't have a dress for the winter formal," he explained quietly. "So the twins and I are working to buy her one."
"That's sweet, Ron," I told him, running a hand through his hair.
"We need your help though," he continued, gazing up at me with large, pleading eyes.
"I'll do anything you guys need," I said, and he smiled at me.
"We're going to buy the dress, but we don't…I mean…we're guys…we don't really know…"
"You want me to pick out the dress?" I finished for him. He nodded.
"Could you?"
"I think I have a pretty good idea of what Ginny likes," I admitted. "And I do know what size she is. It shouldn't be a problem at all."
Ron smiled, a gigantic sigh escaping his lips. "I love you," he breathed, burying his face tiredly into my stomach.
For a minute neither of us breathed as we both were caught off guard by his words, wondering whether or not he really meant them. After a bit, he glanced up at me, his blue eyes locking with mine intensely. His gaze didn't waver as he kissed the inch of skin showing between my shirt and my jeans. Then he smirked and got up from the bed, climbing back out of the window, the question and the promise lingering heavy in the air behind him.
•••
From: Mione
Sent: Nov 27th, 2:34 PM
To: Ron
Subject: We haven't actually talked in awhile
Ron,
I've been waiting and waiting for an e-mail from you ever since I told you about liking another guy, and now it's painfully obvious that you're either very upset with me or else ignoring your inbox, which you are prone to do. Either way, I thought I'd write you again.
I'm currently dating Victor Krum. Yes, the guy on your soccer poster. We're not serious at all yet. Truth be told, I miss you too much to really be serious in a relationship. I probably shouldn't mention that since you're obviously in one from what I hear, but I just wanted you to know that.
School's fantastic. Well, my classes are at least; although I have a feeling that I'm not getting that much better of an education than what I would at Hogwarts High. In any case, school's going good, and I'm gearing up to take my ACT and SAT in the Spring. Yes, Ron we have those this year.
Harry, Draco, Noelle and Ginny keep up regularly with me, but give the twins my love. I've got to go now.
Hermione
•
From: You love us! You really, really love us!
Sent: Nov 29th, 11:23 PM
To: The girl who loves us
Subject: Your loves
Mione,
We always knew you had a thing for us. Why don't you come back to Hogwarts Hills so we can show you a good time?
The Twins
•
From: That's Hermione to you guys
Sent: Nov 30th, 2:34 PM
To: The guys who apparently hit on anything that moves
Subject: What the…?
Fred and George,
Did you guys go through Ron's e-mail?
Hermione
•
From: At least we don't chat up inanimate objects like Draco
Sent: Nov 30th, 3:45 PM
To: Miss Granger
Subject: Well…
Granger,
Somebody's got to do it. God knows Ron probably forgot he even has an e-mail account.
We know you love us
•••
End Author's Note: Not many e-mails again in this chapter. That wasn't intentional; I just, once again, couldn't think of what the others wanted to say. And I thought the banter between the twins and Hermione was cute and didn't want to ruin it with something else.
So, yeah, Remus and Narcissa came out of nowhere. But I stand by it. Some might claim, "OMG, REMUS IS OUT OF CHARCTER!" but we know from book 7 (btw, what did you guys think of it?) that he sometimes does things rashly when he's upset. And if you still are upset about it, then why are you still reading this series, because seriously, all the characters are effed up. Like, JK would probably be slightly sick from reading this fic.
I really wish chapter 11 was already done. And chapter 12. Just because I think that they'll really rock peoples' socks. It's late and I need to go to bed.
Does anyone else remember the Tubthumping song? It was huge back when I was like…12.
Oh, and I just wanted to clarify exactly where Draco and Harry live. Actually, I don't know exactly where they live. The group home was an hour or two from Hogwarts Hills, but then Susan and Larry live a few hours further from that. I picture a state line somewhere in there, but I'm not sure which. I guess the most reasonable thing would be to put them eastward due to them actually going to Colorado to play in a soccer game. I once knew a girl in high school who went all the way to Hawaii to play a softball game... ANYWAY, the point I'm getting at here is that I think someone brought up the whole, "If Draco can drive all that way to see Ginny, why can't Harry?" The answer? Because Harry isn't crazy like Draco is. Okay, shutting up now.