You Decide - Chapter 11

Draco spent the rest of the day in the room as she slept in the small hospital bed. He wanted to see her sleeping peacefully as she had done the night before in his very arms, but she was not. She looked distressed as though a nightmare was plaguing her dreams. He knew that he could protect her, but not in the way. There was no way for him to protect her from the inner demons inside of her tormenting her fragile mind.

He had only left her side temporarily the whole time. He went back to his home to gather a few of his possessions that no force in the world could have kept him from getting (Okay Hermione could have, but she was not in any pending danger. I would never leave her if I thought she was in harm). When he had walking into his home, he felt new feelings that he couldn't exactly explain. Before the house use to haunt him, remind him that he had failed as a husband (and as a father). It looked different to him though as if that had lifted. He just felt that getting away from that very house would perhaps be for the best.

He had walked into the hallway and stepped on a picture that had fallen to the ground during the scuffle between the Death Eater Alan and himself. He looked down at the photograph of him and Taylor, neither of them showing signs of impending death or danger, but simply showing each other love. He pulled out the picture, bent it, and put it in his back pocket.

He had used magic to pack some of his clothes as well as Hermione's which were neatly kept in the guest room. He went back into the living room and saw all of the pictures behind of his wife that he could not even think about leaving behind. He flicked his wand and they were all neatly taken out of their frames and placed in his bag for safe keeping.

Draco had walked around the room and thought about all the things he would be leaving behind. He was leaving behind his life with her. He felt something rub his leg and he looked down to see his cat. He picked it up and it licked his face making him jerk back giving the furry animal an annoyed look.

"I didn't want you, you know that? For some reason though I like you now." The cat started licking its paw and he shook his head with a smile. "Yeah you're coming too."

With that, he had apparated back to St. Mungo's determined never to leave Hermione's side again. He was glad to find that she had slept through his absence since he knew she would have probably had a breakdown had she woken up without him there. He couldn't blame her after everything that she had been through. She is so damn brave and beautiful and perfect...I don't deserve her.

Hermione was better the next day, having been healed and rested, and he helped her get ready to leave. Harry was there waiting for them outside as Draco was walking out carrying everything while she held the cat. He led them outside and brought them to a car which Draco found surprising. I thought he would just floo us somewhere safe. They drove to their destination in silence aside from the heavy purring elicited from the cat curled up in Hermione's lap. They arrived at what Draco thought was a shack in the middle of an unfamiliar forest. A feeling of inner-horror swept over Draco.

"Where are we?" he asked noticing that Harry was already walking towards the house with Hermione following, her face showing a lot of excitement.

"The Burrow," said Harry said dully as though he expected Draco to have known that upon arrival.

"The burrow? As in the Weasley home?" asked Draco knowing the answer already. His eyes were growing wider and his skin paler making Harry stop to face him.

"Yes Malfoy. Is that a problem?"

"Yeah that's a problem. That's a big bloody problem."

"Why?"

"Oh maybe because he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you," began Hermione, but stopped when she saw him give her a look. "Okay maybe he does hate you, but he can grow to like you."

"The last time that I saw him he tried to set me on fire."

"Okay so maybe it'll take a while."

"I can't go in there. That whole family loathes and despises me. I don't exactly blame them."

"Harry can you go inside? Go talk to the Weasleys and get them calm while I talk with Draco," said Hermione looking at her friend. He was about to speak, but she silenced him by saying, "Just shut up and do it Potter."

Harry turned around and entered the house after mumbling a few things under his breath that sounded a lot like 'women' and 'never understand the lot of them'. Hermione put the cat down who began chasing gnomes across the snowy lawn as she looked up at Draco who seemed nervous. She took his hands in hers gently kissing all of the fingers on his left hand.

"Are you okay Draco?"

"No. No I'm not okay. I'm not okay with this."

"I know that this is going to be hard for you, but we need to do this."

"Hermione I'm different now. You know that," he said to which she nodded to. "But I was bad when I was younger. I mean I was horrible to all of you. Weasley and I didn't exactly get along back then. He'll never trust me."

"He'll learn to trust you. I've learned it."

"You fell in love with me. You fell deeply in love with me which is what I have done for you. It's easy to trust someone when you're in love with them. You know I'd never hurt you."

"Yes, but everyone here will come around. You have to give them a chance to give you a chance."

"I'll attempt it, but I guarantee you that none of them will take to me quickly."

Hermione rubbed his face taking in all of his features which were strained with nervousness. His eyes scanned everywhere, but her which she quickly stopped by pulling his face towards her. She reached up on her tip-toes as he bent down meeting her lips in a gentle, quiet kiss, one that calmed him immediately. He put his hand behind her neck tickling the loose hairs that were not pulled back into her loose ponytail. Their succulent kiss ended with them leaning their foreheads together wrapped in each others' embrace for several moments.

She smiled at him as they both walked to the house together hand in hand. He held his breath as she opened the door and a spicy smell was wafted to his nose.

Only one word could describe the house: cozy. He looked around to see so much love and warmth in the home that he really enjoyed. Then he felt a coldness about it as he saw the frosty eyes of every person in there glaring at him except for Hermione and Potter.

"Hey all," said Hermione with a smile.

"Hermione we've missed you so much," began the youngest of all the redheads who raced over and threw her arms around Hermione. The girl squeezed her so tight that Hermione winced since her body was still sore, but Ginny did not seem to notice. Once the girl finally pulled back she looked over at Draco and uttered, "Malfoy."

"Hey Ginny," said Draco making the redhead's eyebrows twitch up in astonishment.

"Ginny? Since when do you call me Ginny?"

"That's your name right? Look I'm not fifteen anymore. I've grown up okay?"

"We'll see," she spat before turning around allowing her long hair to flip as she strode over and took a seat next to Harry.

"Hello Mister Malfoy," said Arthur Weasley calmly. The man looked different from the last time that he had seen him which had been several years before. One could tell by his coloring that he was born very much a redhead, but that hair was nearly all gone replaced by a brown tweed hat. The once cheery plump man looked as though age had finally caught up with him completely. He looked worn, Draco assumed, from all of the years of fighting as a member of the Order.

"This is my home Mister Malfoy. I hope you treat it with respect."

"Mister Weasley–" began Hermione, but Draco had cut her off without a second glance or quaver in his voice.

"Yes sir. I understand. Look…" Draco took in a heavy breath and swallowed hard before he said, "Look I know all of you despise me and hate me, but you're wrong. You hate who I use to be. I've grown up and I've been changed–"

"People like you don't change," scowled another redhead that Draco knew to be Ron Weasley. He looked extremely different from the boy he had grown up with. He had grown into his height and his limbs no longer looked too big for his body. If Draco wasn't mistaken, the man even worked his body out.

"You'll never change Malfoy."

"I knew this was a mistake. Look Hermione I'll see you later. You're safe here and I'll check on you tomorrow."

"You can't leave," whimpered Hermione next to him who tugged on his arm making him face her. Draco hated seeing her like that, but damn well knew that getting a good night of sleep was not going to happen with his constant worries of being murdered throughout the night in that house.

"I can and it's fine. I want you here though because you're safe here. I, on the other hand, am not," he said looking over at Ron who was turning that familiar shade of red that all had grown accustom to. "I'll just…I can handle being out there. I have. I'll just do it alone and I'll be fine."

"I'm going with you," she mumbled quickly as she held onto his arm dragging him towards the door. Draco smiled as he pulled her back to him wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"You know you can't. He's out there and you're safe here. I just want you to be safe. That's all that matters right now."

"I'm safest when I'm with you."

"You're going to be just fine," he whispered into her ear before planting a kiss on her cheek. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

He let go of her making her feel as though the world had just fallen on her. She felt dizzy and confused watching him walk out that door, leaving her behind. Upon the heavy wooden door shutting, she faced everyone in the room who looked a little lost, but happy to see her none the less.

"We're glad you're back," said Ron with a smile.

"Well I'm not. I'm not glad at all."

Hermione pushed passed all of them who had risen from their sitting positions to venture up the stairs. Ginny went after her knowing full well that she was going to lock herself into the first room she reached and cry her eyes out, old experiences with her friend foreboded the impending incident. Harry, however, went to the opposite direction out the door. He ran into the cold air feeling his arms burn from the chilled wind surrounding him. He looked up to see Draco was trudging through the snowy pathway with the cat trailing behind him. Harry ran up in front of him causing Draco to stop.

"What do you want Potter?"

"You can stay there. I talked to them and they get it."

"They may get it, but they haven't accepted it," he said back in calm voice. Draco attempted to move forward, but Harry pushed him back. "Come on Potter, give it up."

"No. You should be here with us. You have been in there. I mean...you've been inside his lair and seen things that we don't know about."

"Exactly which is why none of them will trust me."

"We can learn from you."

"Not that much. I was in a long time ago so things have changed," he grumbled out as he made his way towards walking away again. Harry pushed him back again and Draco began to chuckle. "Potter you're pushing it. I'm only going to stay calm for so long. Weasley was right when he said that I am a Malfoy which means that I still have that Malfoy temper."

"You should be here with Hermione. She needs you and it's the bloody day after Christmas. You should be in there with her celebrating considering you didn't do much in the hospital."

"She just needs to be safe and she's safe here. I don't trust you that much, but I do trust you with her."

"Do you not want to be here or something?"

Draco rolled his eyes before he said in a low voice, "I want to be with Hermione, but not in there. None of you trust me and none of you want anything to do with me. That's fine. I'm not too thrilled about being around you guys either. Hermione though needs something stable and that place is this. I'll be fine somewhere else."

"Where?"

"I'll head back to where my home is and stay in a surrounding hotel. It'll be fine."

"No it won't. They are out there right now. He is out there."

"Jameson doesn't scare me," sneered Draco as though simply uttering his name made him overflow with rage.

"I know that, but that doesn't change the fact that he is out to get you. It's not solely about Hermione anymore. He wants you dead now just like he wants Hermione."

"You need to face it Potter. All but one of those people in there hate me. They're not going to change. Merlin, even you hate me."

"I know you're not the same arrogant kid you once were. They'll learn that too."

"No they won't and the only reason you feel that way now is because you know about my dead wife. Had I not told you about Taylor then you would still hate me. She is the only reason that you look at me differently now."

"Not true," said Harry defensively.

"Right. You don't even know the details."

"Actually I do know the details. I did some muggle research and I found out what the police know. They say that three burglars broke in. They say that her husband nearly died as well. What curse did they hit you with?"

"I'm not going to talk about this," said Draco in a growl as he pushed Harry's shoulder knocking him back. He began walking with Harry trailing closely behind him.

"What curse did they hit you with?" asked Harry more forcefully than before keeping up Draco's quick pace.

"Stop this Potter."

"What spell did they hit–"

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Harry fell silent as he saw Draco turn away running his hands through his silvery hair. Harry gulped before asking, "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I nearly bled to death by the time people showed up. I wasn't able to get to my wand or move. I simply had to lay on the floor in a pool of my own blood and look at my wife's lifeless body. So those people in there actually think that I still want to help the Dark Lord?Well I don't and I think that shows how much I don't. I think that shows how much I want them dead."

"Why not tell them that?"

"I shouldn't have told you. None of you know Taylor and I don't want any of you to judge her or try to act like you do know her," barked Draco as he looked at Harry with a red tint in his eyes, a red tint of anger.

"I don't judge her."

"Oh give me a bloody break. You think you know Taylor, but I guarantee you that you don't. She was the most amazing person. She would never wish harm on anybody, even her enemies. Well she was different from me because I do wish harm on them. I'll make sure they die just like I'll make sure the same thing happens to the prick that hurt Hermione. I'll see you later Potter."

"Don't leave Malfoy."

"I can handle myself Potter. Go back inside and don't let Hermione leave that house."

Harry watched Draco walk into the darkness leaving only snowy footprints behind him. The cat trailed along hopping into each footprint he left as thought it were a game. Harry shook his head and went back inside where his face met immediate warmth.

"Draco left."

"Good," snarled Ron taking a seat by the fire.

"We need him Ron."

"We don't need him at all. He is a Malfoy."

"He is a friend to Hermione. She trusts him. He cares for Hermione and that means–"

"He has never cared about anyone other than himself. He's just a selfish little ferret."

"You don't know anything about him Ron." They all looked to see Hermione at the top of the stairs, red eyes looking drained more than before, as she walked down with Ginny following closely behind her. "I can't believe he just left like that."

"I can," miffed Ron making Hermione roll her eyes.

"Shut up Ron. None of you know him like I do."

"Hermione we love you. We're your friends."

"Yes, but I'm in love with him. I've realized that I'm only happy when I'm with him. He makes me feel...like I'm alive again."

"You need to stay away from him Hermione. You need to get back on your feet and–"

"I am on my feet Ron! I'm fine. I was stuck at my home being beaten by my Death Eater husband and he took me in, away from that. He healed me and brought me back to being Hermione. He saved me."

"This isn't you."

"This is me and you seem to hate that which makes me question our friendship," said Hermione as fresh tears poured down her flushed face. Ron shook his head hating her words as he left the room to venture outside taking in a huge gulp of cold air. He heard the door slam and didn't bother to turn around since he knew that it was Harry behind him.

"He shouldn't be with her. This is wrong and you know it."

"No it's not. If you could have seen him with her in there…I mean it was great. I could tell that he was genuinely in love with her or at least feeling something strongly for her. He was doing everything for that girl. That is the way that it should be."

"I don't care. He's still a Malfoy and that means that he is still evil."

Harry shook his head at one-third of the golden trio as he walked into the house. Ron followed him slamming the door much harder than he planned on it, but not enough to calm him. "I don't trust him and I refuse to try."

"We can see that," said his father in a composed manner.

"He isn't like us."

"Ron you didn't even give him a chance," pointed out a chipper Molly Weasley. Her attitude only infuriated Ron more.

"Why Should I?! We're talking about the kid that tormented me throughout all of my years at Hogwarts."

"Did you take into account how you said kid. He was a kid Ron," said his father, still as placid as before.

Charlie, his older brother, patted him on the back saying. "You need to stop acting as though he is still fifteen like he said. He is an adult. He grew up and he isn't involved with that type of magic anymore."

"No. That type of magic will always be in his blood. Why isn't anyone more upset about this?" screamed Ron rubbing his red face up and down.

"Son we never liked Malfoy either. In fact we never liked any of the Malfoy clan. We just need to keep in mind that perhaps Draco is different."

"I can't believe that and I can't believe that the lot of you are actually related to me. When I become the voice of reason then there is definitely a bloody problem here." Ron left the room rather annoyed and perturbed at all of his family members. None of them seemed to comprehend what he was thinking.

Hermione was sitting down on a blue bed when Harry walked in recognizing the room as Charlie's temporary sleeping quarters. He sat next to her and tried to put his arm around her, but she wouldn't have it. She didn't want to see anyone or be around anyone other than Draco at that point.

"Draco helped me when nobody else would." Harry's eyes widened at her words which immediately put him in defensive mode.

"We didn't know how bad it was Hermione. We didn't know where you were or–"

"Let me rephrase that. Draco helped me when nobody else could. He was there for me," she sighed looking into Harry's green eyes. "I want to be there for him."

"You have been, but he isn't here right now. You can't exactly be there for him when he isn't even here."

"He'd be here if it weren't for that brute Ron in there. Why can't any of them give him a chance?"

"In all fairness to them and to even me, you must remember what Draco use to be. He use to be what you hate. You can't blame us for being worried that it was him that showed up with you. We kind of have some trust issues in regards to Malfoy."

"I know that Harry, but he has changed."

"Well we don't know that yet. Give us some time to figure that out."

"Yeah well go talk to your boy out there. I'm sick of him acting like a prick just because he can."

"Be fair to that prick too," pushed Harry trying to keep Hermione at bay while maintaining an impartial disposition with his other best mate.

"I'm trying, but it's not exactly like he is trying all that much. All I want right now is to be back where I was a few days ago. Warm in the arms of Draco and–"

"And I'm going to stop you," said Harry in an uneasy voice. Hermione looked at him with a smile as he said, "I'm still getting use to that idea. Look I'll talk to the brute Ron, but please don't mention about your...your...well your physical relationship with Malfoy just yet."

Hermione laughed at him as she looked down. Her brain told her to stop, but the little playful side in her, the side that Draco had brought out, told her to mess with Harry a bit. "Oh I shouldn't mention all the nights of hot steamy sex that we've been having since he found me?"

"What?!" barked Harry standing up to look at her more clearly.

"I'm kidding you idiot."

"Oh," said Harry in a small voice producing another chuckle from Hermione.

"I don't care what you say, Harry, but I'm going to go find him."

"You know you can't leave. He said that if anything happens to you then it's on my head and I believed him when he said that. You need to stay right here."

"We'll see."

"We know."

Harry knocked on Ron's door and he heard a faint mumble. He walked into the room finding his best mate sitting on his bed with a pillow over his face.

"I didn't tell you to come in," growled Ron making Harry roll his eyes.

"Well had you not merely rolled your tongue then maybe I would have known not to come in."

"It wouldn't have stopped you."

"Well aware, but it still would have been better than what you did." Harry sat down next to Ron who threw his pillow to the floor with a frown on his face. Harry then asked, "You going to at least try to give this guy a chance?"

"No," said Ron firmly.

"Why not?"

"He is a Malfoy. Malfoys don't change."

"This one did. Ron…damn it I shouldn't be the one telling you this."

"Telling me what?" asked Ron suddenly curious at what Harry was getting at. He sat himself up, propping his body up by his elbows surveying Harry.

"Alright I need you to keep your mouth shut on this. I'm serious when I say this. Not like last time when you blabbed to everyone behind my back about my feelings towards Ginny–"

"She is my sister and it got you guys back together so I don't see how you can still be pissed about that."

"Ron I'm going to kick your–"

"Alright I'll be quiet. Now what?" Harry sighed and rubbed his face thinking about everything that could go wrong and could arise by him telling Ron all of this, but he knew he had no other choice. Ron was the most stubborn person that he knew.

"Malfoy...well he had a wife a few years back."

"Had?"

"Yes had. He had this wife and he was very much in love with her. He was head over heels for the girl."

"What happened?"

"Some death eaters found him and they killed her. To get back at Malfoy for backing down from them they killed her. He went the other way and didn't want to be a part of them anymore. To get back at him, they took the one person he cared most about."

"Why didn't we know about this?"

"She was muggle and–"

"Whoa hold up and rewind. He married a muggle?" Harry nodded at him and Ron's eyes grew bigger than wizardly possible. "The Slytherin Prince married a muggle? Draco Malfoy married a muggle?"

"Ron if you saw a picture of her then you'd know why."

"Hotness rating out of ten?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Hell no!"

"She was a fucking eleven. Focus here," cried Harry who was having a hard time getting the dazed look to snap from Ron's face. Once he finally felt like Ron would listen, he continued telling him everything concerning Draco's wife and what happened to Draco. Ron listened, attempting to interrupt at parts, but Harry would always speak before he had the chance. Once he was finished, Ron looked pale and surprisingly drained, as though unnerved by all of it which Harry could not exactly blame.

"Well what do you think?"

"I think we'll go in the city right now and talk to the asshole. However, if he even remotely seems evil then–"

"He's not. Just trust me and Hermione on this."

Ron and Harry were in the city that Draco claimed he would be in finding it much bigger than they had thought. They had been there several times, but it didn't occur to them the hordes of people who would be there preparing for the new year that was readily approaching. The two of them ventured to every surrounding hotel for over two hours finding that the name Malfoy was not registered to any of them. Ron was ready to give up, but Harry was determined to find him. Harry grabbed Ron's arm when he noticed a tall blond man walking in the snow with a frisky cat pouncing behind him.

"Malfoy!"

The man stopped and slowly turned to find the two of them running towards him. He started pressing his foot up and down on the snow in an annoyed fashion, the cat watching his foot's every movement preparing to attack.

"What do you guys want?" he asked as his cat jumped on his shoe playfully and began licking some of the snow off.

"We came to ask you to come back," panted Harry who was slightly drained from weaving in between various people in an attempt to catch up with him.

"I only went there for Hermione. I didn't do it because I want to fit in with all of you. I did it for her."

"We get that, but we still need your help."

"You need my help? How very interesting," smirked Draco whose famous Malfoy grin was returning to his face. Ron's fists balled up at this.

"You can wipe that sly little sneer right off your face. We don't want your help that much. This isn't exactly easy on us."

"I know which makes me enjoy it even more," chuckled Draco making Ron turn redder. Draco's mind drifted to a more appealing thought as his conscience showed up. Think about Hermione. She would want you to be nice to them. "Alright, what do you guys want?"

"We already told you. We want you to come back to the burrow with us and...well not only be with Hermione, but perhaps help us in helping her."

"I'm not wanted there. That's fine. I just went there to bring Hermione there safely. I don't need to be in that place. None of you are going to trust me which would be pointless. I can't go there and try to work with you all when none of you trust me."

"Do you not want us to? We can learn to trust you."

"How?"

"Well maybe tell us about your wi–" Ron stopped himself looking down away from both the gaze of Harry and Draco.

"My what?" asked Draco who had wide eyes and a death grip on the inner-lining of his pocket. Harry shook his head mad at his friend's big mouth and the hell he was about to pay.

"You told him about Taylor?"

"He wasn't really being open to you."

"That gives you the right to tell him about my dead wife?" asked Draco in a voice that could have scared anyone, including the two men in front of him.

"He doesn't know much, but that she exists."

"Did exist. She's dead now. Thank you for that," spat Draco before turning around preparing to walk away from them entirely. Harry stopped him when he placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to advise you to remove that Potter."

"Just hear us out."

"Potter I'm one step away from breaking every bone in the hand that is currently invading my space. Take your hand off of me or I will make it so you no longer have a hand." Harry jerked it back. He was normally not one to fear anyone, but he knew that he had crossed the line by talking about his wife, especially to Ron who happened to be one of his least favorite people. "I'm done. I'm done with all of this. I'm done with you Potter, Weasley, and everyone."

"What about Hermione?"

Draco stopped dead. He looked down and thought about the girl that had managed to save his life. He was so in love with her, but the thought of being around people who thought he was no better than the Death Eaters that claimed the life of Taylor and tortured Hermione for five years...well it made him angry.

"I love Hermione. I've very much fallen in love with her, but I can't take all of this. I'd go in that house and to earn your trust I'd have to tell you about my dead wife? I don't think so. I don't feel like going into great detail about how they came into my home, into my home, and killed her. How they shattered my whole world by cursing her to death. I don't feel like talking about that."

"You don't have to."

"Yes I will in order to gain everyone's trust, but I don't think I can do that. I can't keep reliving that night."

"I'm sorry that you feel as though you have to," said Harry sounding as genuine as possible. Draco rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh eat it Potter. I'm not buying any of this. You want my help and I can see why you would, but don't act as though you're my friend. None of you are. The only one that I can honestly say is my friend is Hermione. Other than her, all of you can kiss my bloody arse," snarled Draco walking back down the path he was on before with his cat bouncing along right behind him.

Harry turned towards Ron and growled, "You just had to open your fat mouth."

"I'm sorry, but why is he being such a prat? I mean we're in this together."

"I don't blame him. I shouldn't have told you about his wife. You didn't have any reason to know about that."

"Well it did get me here didn't it?"

"Shut up," barked Harry leaving Draco in the snow to feel something for Draco that he never had nor wanted to feel...remorse.

A/N: Okay I would first off like to start off by addressing something that really bothered me. I got a review that said I know how to write about feelings of abuse well...perhaps a little too well. Alright well in regards to abuse, I promise that it's not from personal experiences. Oh my goodness, I come from a very conservative family so if anything were to be physically happening to me...well let's just say that I have a daddy (since I'm very much a daddy's girl) and some BIG brothers who would make sure that there was hell to pay. Plus, I've been boxing since I was little (my brothers box) and I've been in enough fights to have alerted people around me to never lay a hand on me. I promise I'm very healthy and completely fine, but just like to write about real instances (well as real as Harry Potter gets...lol) since I think that tends to be the most meaningful.

Alright now so onto the story...This chapter was shorter than my last two, but it needed to be done. I couldn't just have Draco run into the Weasley home and expect everyone to be cool with it. I'm still trying to be real to the story (even though Draco and Hermione are extremely OCC) so work with me you guys. This was suppose to be much longer, but I decided that 12,000 words would probably be a bit too much so I broke it up into two chapters. (This message right here is a last minute add because the rest of my story has in fact been deleted. I'm extremely angry at my computer right now since it's been acting sketchy lately on numerous things. I don't remember word for word what I wrote so I don't know when I'll update next. I apologize for this, but I usually post chapters with three more ready to go behind it. Since the rest of my story has now been deleted, I'm kind of screwed. So I'm sorry, but you'll have to work with me here. Hopefully I'll be able to retrieve what I lost.)

"You Decide" is a song by the band Fireflight which is, of course, a rock band. I guess you guys are probably noticing a pattern in regards to my music taste. It really is a great song when it comes to this chapter so I suggest a listen...after a read of course.

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