[BeLieViNG iN You]
Chapter 11: Sentiments of Salt and Pepper (The Second Ring)
"She says that she still wants a friendship
She can't live her life without me as a friend
I can't figure out why I give a damn to what she wants
I don't understand the now before the then
Most of this garbage I write that these people seem to like
Is about you and how I let you infect my life..."
-Atmosphere
Harry had gone home after Hermione didn't display much joy at his appearance, leaving him confused and angry.
Hermione herself sat inside her bedroom, staring at the tv with her mouth open. It was a bad habit she had. She often did this, while staring brainlessly at the bright, flickering animations running across the screen and letting her brain idle to the point of almost common intelligence. Yes, she looked and felt dumb while doing this, but the problem was that it was sooo hard to do something else while her favourite program blazed on the screen. Of course for legal reasons we are not allowed to mention what this program was on account of space available to be sued for advertising products without permission...but anyway.
And there she was, happily watching her program and letting the mind-numbing depression slowly slosh inside her solar plexus until it felt like gravity felt to humans at about 90 years of age.
And...there was a tapping at the window.
She sat up quickly, then looked out the window. And paused, slowly letting her eyes idle over towards her desk because if it was Draco (cross your fingers and hope it's Draco, she prayed) then she didn't want to seem eager to meet him because of course it was his fault the stupid prat for walking out on her and did she deserve that while under manslaughter charges and an eternity of grounding, of course she didn't...but her fingers were getting sore from her balancing on them and her calves were cramping up, so reluctantly she allowed herself to slide off the bed and look out the window.
Oh.
There was an invisible owl out there.
Hermione could see this invisible owl because of the visible package hovering in the air outside her window.
Her hand reached out to open the window.
And stopped.
What if it was some kind of parcel from a Death Eater or Lord Voldemort or something?
What if it was some kind of revenge from Draco?
She hesitated and stepped back, slowly lowering herself before she fell on her ass on the edge of the bed.
There was...that ring Draco gave her...she looked at it now, inconspicuous and subtly elegant on her finger.
What could she do?
She gave up, let curiousity overtake her and opened the window.
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"Ever since I was a young lad with a part-time dad
It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
I studied my mother, I digested her pain
And vowed no women on my path would have to walk the same..."
-Atmosphere
Draco was lonely as hell. The hotel room felt so dead, so cold and empty. The nymph he'd conjured up hadn't aroused anything but a strange craving for croissants and was now sulking on the bed and watching cable.
Late checkout. So tomorrow he had to be out by eleven, at the latest. And then where was Draco going to go?
He groaned and buried his head in his hands. Flinging a spell over his shoulder there was a shout of air as the nymph disintegrated into blue smoke.
Always consequences. So many fucking consequences...if he had just kept his temper under control, just this once...he would have a place to stay.
Could he go back?
He could never go back.
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"(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love"
-Atmosphere
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'It's like two opposites that compliment and blend together.
Like two blood...one pure, one dirty and yet they still bleed red.'
Hermione turned the page delicately, face carefully controlled.
When she had opened it she had bit her lip and didn't know whether to laugh, cry or sneer at this typically Malfoy show of wealth, pride and craftmanship. Yet the words and the action weren't quite the same. It was almost as if he was saying sorry...
She gasped as her finger flipped the tissue away from the next page, revealing the snow-white etchings on the glass. It was her, her face, her portrait. An image of her asleep in rumpled bedsheets, Draco nowhere to be seen.
"Is that really what I look like when I sleep?" Somehow she had pictured herself with her head back, mouth open, sinuses blaring...but somehow she almost looked angelic in this picture...probably just the way Malfoy wanted to remember her.
Flip. Flip. Each glass page made a muffled 'blip' as it came into contact with the soft tissue between the previous page.
"Ohhhhh...wow...it's beautiful..." There was a picture of a garden in brilliant colours, shining like swarovski crystal in the light of her lamp.
'It hurts to watch Lucy lose a dream, I've had the pleasure of seeing our hero kick and scream,
But when she calms down, I'll turn the sound down, and put my arms around the little lost and found...'
Lucy? Not Lucy Balle...she sighed in relief when she realised that he didn't know Lucy and that he was probably quoting something pre-written.
Now she couldn't help a few tears. Damn him. Damn him to high hell, to incinerate in the fiery pits of the Devil's anger. How dare he? How could he? She clenched her jaw and continued on.
The rest of the book was full of small passages and quotes until the last page. There was a small black velvet bag in the back, attached to the glass page. Hands shaking, she opened it and bit her lip as it began to tremble, as the tears began to sting her eyes and assault her cheeks.
Photos.
The bastard. Muggle photos.
Passport shots, the ones taken in the little shopping center cubicles. Her laughing madly with Draco, kissing him shyly on the cheek as he gazed smugly into the camera.
Black and white shots of them in the playground, him pushing her on the swings. Deep in conversation.
Photos of Hermione after she recovered in the hospital. She smirked to see Harry had been torn out.
Photos of her, asleep in his bed with Snowflake curled up against her.
A photo of her curled up to him in his bed.
And last, but not least...a couple of final photos of Draco, looking so droolworthy that she just wanted to eat him. Back against the wall, in a steel-grey Armani shirt and black jeans, holding Snowflake in one hand. Gazing at the camera with those piercing eyes. Was it her imagination, or did he look almost sad?
In the 'gryffindor' red and gold boxers, sprawled on the couch as he read...was that her diary???? Hermione squinted in disbelief. No...way...
NO WAY!
The jackass! Heat flushed her cheeks and made her clench her fists in anger.
If she ever saw him again...
The anger faded away to something resembling sadness. If..
The final two photos made her smile and cry at the same time.
Draco, shirtless, in his towel in the rain. She began to wonder how he'd got these photos taken, because she knew no one was home that day and she just couldn't picture him posing for it.
And finally, Draco, in his high-collared Slytherin robes, one leg crossed over the other knee, his beloved broom across his lap. The memory caused a jolt. Oh my god. Two months until they began school again. It seemed so far away only yesterday!
She bit her lip. She missed him so much. It would hurt seeing him at school, being treated by him like nothing but a disgraced house-elf. Being spat upon and made fun of by all the Slytherins again. She groaned. She was actually beginning not to want to go back to Hogwarts. I mean, don't get the wrong idea, she loved the school, and ordinarily she would not have EVER let some annoying _prat_ stop her! But when that annoying prat has your heart and your virginity...and your mind and every waking moment, it becomes a little more serious.
As she went to put the photos back in the bag, they got stuck on something, they wouldn't go all the way back into the bag.
She placed her hand in and carefully drew something out.
At first it was just a few crocodile tears.
Then her face scrunched up as she began to cry her heart out, big, shoulder-wracking sobs that made her face red and her body shiver from cold. Her nose was running and her eyes felt like they were bleeding salt, but she just couldn't stop.
When she managed to calm down to choked sobs, she looked at it.
A single platinum ring, with an intertwined rose around the band and a huge diamond in the middle of the rose. So elegantly detailed, modern yet ancient. And worth a fortune.
And written inside the band.
"I love you, don't ever fucking question that."
What was she supposed to think? How the hell couldn't she question him...
She slipped it on. A perfect fit. She crawled into her bed and hugged her pillow miserably. How dare he? How dare he make her feel this way, so weak and degraded? Make her miss him, the asshole. Make her love him. Make her cry.
'No man is worth your tears, and the one that is will never make you cry.' Hah. Page 4. Now what was he trying to say? She felt like tearing the ring off and throwing it across the room.
A meowing came from the door and somehow, Snowball managed to slip in, followed by Josh's puppy Kensington and the house cat, Puss-Puss.
She smiled bitterly as Snowball leapt into bed and began to yowl and snuggle as close to possible to Hermione. Puss-Puss curled up at her feet, and the puppy stretched out by the bed.
"You miss him too, hey?" Snowball mewled and pushed herself closer to Hermione.
Two weeks. And then she'd have to see the smug bastard back at school, tormenting her. Ripping her heart up.
Yeah, she just couldn't wait.
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"I love you, don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never get along.
If I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write these motherfucking songs..."
Checkout time. Draco glanced at his expensive silver Codex, the wizarding equivalent to a Rolex but with more entertaining (and possibly dangerous) features. James Bond? Pah, Draco lived a better life than him anyday. He sighed and hefted the almost empty canvas bag he was carrying for show. Well, not quite empty. His miniature belongings were all inside, as well as the muggle laptop which had simply _refused_ to shrink. Stupid thing. Stupid muggles.
The lady at the reception desk beamed widely, reminding him somewhat of a fish. Or a chihuahua. Or possibly a horny manticore. Uh...not that he'd know.
He scribbed a signature on the receipt, flipped his platinum credit card into his wallet and strode off in a mist of good smelling-ness.
As he hailed a luxury limo down, he absently thought about Hermione.
'Strange, how can I be so cheerful with a broken heart?' he asked himself. Perhaps it hadn't really been love. Now how to get over her?
Ah, yes.
"Driver, take me to East London's mall."
"Uh...and which mall would that be, sir?"
Draco bit his lip, he hadn't thought about that.
"Well...it's kinda...shiny...and you know...er...glass and metal... It's near...a house. And a primary school. Well, not really..."
The driver smiled.
"You wouldn't mean the mall in Little Shakespeare?"
'Little Shakespeare? What a stupid name for a town...'
"I don't know..."
"Well how about I drive you there and we'll go from there?"
Draco regained composure.
"Yes. Now drive."
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Ok, so it wasn't in Little Shakespeare, which was actually kind of a nice town, or 'suburb', as the driver explained.
Nor was it in the next two towns.
But they got it on the fourth.
"Thank you. I shall call if I require your services. Now go." Draco tossed a wad of cash onto the seat and slid out of the Jaguar.
"Wow. Uh...I mean...thanks...sir..." The limo driver managed to spit out. But Draco had already gone.
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"Whatever can I do?" He mused as he stood in front of the shopping center. He began the ascension towards the second level.
"I don't quite want to go home yet. Although I most likely should. And do something about father. Where do my loyalties lie?" he glanced absently at a group of girls going down the opposite escalator who swooned.
"Mudblood. She's too angry at me. I guess things shall just have to go back to the way they were. I, the cold callous bastard, and she, the small, nerdy inconsequential bookworm." But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the heavy, depressed feeling deep in his heart.
'I don't love her. I can't.'
"And I don't have a place to stay." he muttered.
"Hmmm. Perhaps..." He veered off course into a real-estate agency shop.
(A/N. Stop? Continue? Ohhhhhhhh well....can't be bothered listing another pointless chapter...)
*cut and pastes, so don't yell!*
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[BeLieViNG iN You]
CHAPTER 12: Unexpected Reunion
-this one's keeping it short, peeps, lol-
Draco gazed at the houses available in the window.
He shuddered.
"Eww...they want me to pay how much for _that_?"
He bit his lip. Perhaps the idea was a bit absurd.
Another real estate agency, perhaps? Yes, the concept was sound. A possibility. Perhaps the only one.
He suddenly felt rather lost, and quite lonely.
"This is what it feels like without Granger, huh?"
Suddenly he frowned.
"I should have never come to this miserable place." he hissed, stalking away from the shop (and it's admiring receptionist inside) abruptly.
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Filthy muggle urinals.
The door slammed open. A rather well built boy strode in and looked around.
"Nah, no one's in here, just some toff who can't figure out whether or not to take a pee."
A toff?
Draco sneered.
"I advise you don't. They are diseased, after all." Another boy strode in. Draco almost liked the look of this boy.
Until he heard struggling as the door flew open again.
"Leave me alone!" The person was silenced around the other side of the wall with a sickening crack.
Where had he heard... Jacob??
"Uhh...why don't you leave?" The second boy, who looked like an absoloute pep gave him a wink and held out a hand.
Draco looked at it in disgust.
"Are you trying to offer me money?" He drew himself up to his full height. Standing straight, he suddenly towered over these young, barely adolescent boys.
"Do you know who I am?"
The second boys face turned ugly.
"Well, if you're not going to take the money then leave. You're outnumbered, and we have business to take care of."
Draco sneered at him.
"Jacob?" He called, never taking his eyes off the wise-ass little boy in front of him.
The muttering from the other side of the wall stopped.
"D...Draco?"
"What do these boys want with you?"
The boy in front of him stepped forward.
"Draco? What kind of name is that? What we want, is for you to-"
He never finished his sentence.
"Do I look as if I care what you want, you pathetic pile of shit?" Draco hoisted him by the collar, eyes diamond-hard as he slammed the boy against the wall of a cubicle.
"And don't you even think of starting, or I'll have your neck too." he muttered over his shoulder to the first boy who had entered.
"Now Jacob, tell me what these faggots want with you." He raised his voice.
"N...nothing Draco. We're fine. Uh...you can go now." Jacob's voice didn't sound steady enough to assure Draco.
"Jacob." The tone was warning.
"Oh yea, 'Mione misses you. Errr...I think you should really go now."
"No."
Draco put his face in front of his captive and lowered his voice.
"Shall I beat you senseless? Or send you to a hospital. Perhaps...kill you. Or torture you."
The prep was quickly becoming worried that this guy was a nut. One of them creepy gothic types or something. He looked like a vampire...
"I'm going to put you down. Then I'm going to walk out of here with Jacob. The absoloute _moment_, the very _second_ I hear anything, anything at _all_ has happened to him, I will hunt all of you down and hurt you. And I'll bring my friends. And then they'll kill you, slowly. Painfully."
The guy he was holding would be very bored at this point if not for the wild, beast-like look in Draco's eyes that told him that this guy was very probably telling the truth.
And just as he was about to spit in Draco's face, Draco's eyes changed colour.
They faded from their normal steel-grey to a pale silver, almost white before abruptly becoming a primal yellow.
The boy felt a world of fear. This guy was crazy. He was absoloutely insane. He wanted to eat him, or kill him...he was animalistic...this guy was barely holding onto humanity...
The silence was broken by a trickling onto the tiled bathroom floor.
"Do you understand me?"
The eyes were back to their normal colour now. Dumbly, he nodded.
"Good. And Draco, for your information, is a name only ever given to _purebloods_. Unlike you, you filthy little gutter breed."
He was thrown bodily against a urinal, colliding with the first boy and knocking him over.
"Let's go Jacob." He turned the corner to see Jacob held between two larger boys who didn't say a word as Draco motioned for Jacob to follow him.
Jacob, though shaken clearly hadn't been hurt extensively. Yet.
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"You shouldn't have done that. They're going to be worse now." Jacob muttered quietly.
"No they won't." Draco replied, a smirk on his face.
"Yeah, right." Jacob snorted. Then his face slowly slid into a smile.
"You made Thomas wet himself!" he began to laugh.
Draco paused and watched him for a moment. He was so like Hermione.
Then he began to chuckle.
"Yeah, I did, didn't I? Come on. Let's go get something to eat."
Jacob paused, the smile fading.
"I really should be getting home." He hoisted the straps of his bag.
"Oh. Ok." Home. He knew where that was. He knew how it felt and he missed it so much.
Jacob cocked his head and pulled a funny face.
"But...if you're insisting on paying...I'd like to catch up..." He smiled shyly.
Draco paused.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
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"So...why didn't you use magic and blast them? *Kapow! Zap! Wham!*" Jacob chattered animatedly, making hand gestures to accompany his wonderful sound effects. Draco watched the kid. This was the first time he'd ever seen him this animated. He only seemed to come alive on the subject of magic...poor kid.
"Uh...it's not that easy Jacob. There's a special government in place that prevents us from doing things like that, no matter how fun it is." Not that Death Eaters really pay attention though, isn't it? Draco thought.
Jacob's face fell.
"Awww, that's no fun. Still, I guess it makes sense. I just think...that the whole idea of all our lives, our lifestyles and our cash being put in the hands of a group of people we don't even know is a bit...well, crap, don't you think?" He restored the salt and pepper shakers he had been knocking over as the waitress gave him a dirty look.
Draco was stunned, at a loss for words.
'This kid...is soooo smart.'
"Who told you that?" Jacob gave him a dead flat look.
"Nobody told me." He rolled his eyes. "Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm stupid, you know."
Draco's eyebrows almost lifted of their own accord but somehow he mustered enough control to keep his face calm.
"Well Jacob, you're anything but. You're a very intelligent boy."
Jacob smiled cockily.
"Yeah I know. I've been studying. I wanna get into Hogwarts!"
Draco blinked in surprise.
"Jacob, are you telling me that you can do magic?"
The boy scrunched up his face.
"Nah, not really. Only a little bit. I hope 'Mione's gonna help me though. When she's finished being upset and all."
This bit of information tugged at Draco's conscience.
"Upset?"
"Yeah." Jacob giggled.
"I think she misses you." Draco chewed the inside of his mouth to prevent himself from reacting. He needn't have bothered, however because Jacob got distracted by a group of girls walking past. They all looked over, looked away and then doubled back to look at Draco. They seemed shocked to see Jacob with him.
"Hah. They're going to want to be my friends when I go back to school on Monday." He muttered sourly.
Draco didn't say anything, as he had food in his mouth. However, he motioned for Jacob to continue.
"See that one, that's pretty? The one with the long brown hair?"
Draco nodded slightly.
"Yeah, well she used to be my best friend. I've known her since we were like...waaaaaaaaaay little. But then she became popular and now she's like...Miss Thing..." He shuddered.
Draco snorted.
"And now they're all going to suck up because they saw me with you. You're kinda pretty, you know."
Draco stared.
"Uh..."
"No, I'm not like...you know, or anything. But...you look...pretty. Like a girl."
Draco blinked. To be offended, or not to be?
"Oh. I guess...well...I never...um...What are you trying to say???" He frowned suspiciously.
Jacob laughed.
"Nevermind. But anyway. Yeah. They're not nice girls. Don't talk to them."
Draco felt the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile.
"Uh...don't worry, I won't...they're a bit too young for me anyway."
"Yeah, I agree. You're kinda old."
Now Draco was flabbergasted.
"But anyway," Josh continued on "...do you miss 'Mione?" He asked with a sly grin.
'Old? OLD? OLD?????' Draco's mind was screaming at him.
Part of him wanted to hex this cheeky kid, the other wanted to ruffle his hair.
He wasn't being rude...just...saying what he thought...it was the innocence. Stupid innocence.
"Huh? Uh...that's none of your business, Jacob."
"Of course it is. So...do you?"
Draco slouched back in his chair. Jacob reached across and helped himself to Draco's chips.
How could he explain it?
"You're going to tell her everything I say, won't you?"
Jacob pulled a thoughtful face.
"Well, I'm not sure. She might start crying again, which means less magic time study, or she might get angry I talked to you and bite my head off. But then again, she might not care."
Draco's eyes narrowed at the last bit.
Hmm...
"Here. This is my cousin Damien's telephone number. If she needs to contact me, or wishes to talk tell her to call him. He'll be able to find me." he pushed a slip of paper towards Jacob who took it without looking and shoved it in his pocket.
"And now...I've got to go." Draco stood to move. Jacob considered him. It was an awkward moment.
"You have nowhere to go. Why don't you come back to our house?"
"I couldn't impose."
"Oh come on. I know something fishy's going on, otherwise you wouldn't be lurking around the mall. Just come home with me! Everyone will be glad to see you, mum was so upset the night you left." Draco felt a twinge of guilt which he quickly stomped into oblivion. Had he become so attached to this muggle family?
He hesitated, but shook his head.
"Oh, alright. If you really don't want to stay in the house, at least come stay in my treehouse. Then at least I know you're safe."
Again, Draco was surprised at the hindsight this boy was showing. Not even twelve, he mused.
"You have a treehouse?" He never really had the chance to explore the backyard.
"Yeah." Jacob's eyes lit up.
"Come on, it'll be just like the books! I can sneak you food out and stuff!"
Draco gave him a wry smile.
"Not quite like the books. I'm not a cute little doggy you have to hide from your parents, Jacob."
"Aw come on, it's a little run down, but it's better than nothing."
And that is how Draco Evares Malfoy, with more than two hundred thousand galleons in his bank account, ended up spending the night in a dilapidated hut made from corrugated iron sheets and leftover wood.
"I brought you something!" Draco perked up. A bright light appeared, followed by Jacob's head as he climbed into the little hut through a hole in the floor.
"Here you go. Katrina made extra by accident, wasn't that lucky? So now we all got to eat proper portions!" He slid a backpack off his shoulder and began to take tupperware container after tupperware container from it.
"There's some steak, some mashed potato and some trifle." He aligned the tubs neatly.
There was a mewling.
"Oh, and I brought you a special friend." Jacob smiled shyly as he lifted Snowball out of his pocket who yowled loudly and pleasurably as she bounded across to Draco, rubbing her head against him. She strutted delightedly, slipping in his lap as she tried to clamber up his body to lick his face.
Jacob knew that Draco would never admit it, but he could see he was touched.
"Hey girl...has that silly 'Mione been treating you ok?" The cat mewled and headbutted his chest affectionately.
"Thanks Jacob...thanks for everything..." Jacob didn't say anything, but smiled.
"Sorry, mum wouldn't let me bring extra quilts out in case i got them dirty, but i managed to bring a sleeping bag." He grinned.
Draco smiled back, feeling guilty, remembering that he could have just magicked more quilts from the Manor.
"Jacob, I owe you." And that's not something you'll hear a Malfoy say everyday, he thought in his head.
"Nah, don't worry about it! Anyway, I gotta go. Mum stresses if I stay out here without telling. Anyway. You're lucky, it's Dream night tonight. Look at the stars." Jacob motioned towards the window opposite where they were sitting. Sure enough, there was a brilliant sea of stars, a glittering mass of diamonds hung against the bluish purple velvet of the sky.
"Wow." Draco's breath was taken away.
"This is nothing! You wait till midnight...that's when they really get spectacular. They cover nearly every inch of the sky...you don't even need a light! It only happens once a month though." He pulled a face.
"Anyway, I really gotta go now. 'Mione-bear's calling me."
Sure enough, a faint female voice was heard in the not-too-far-off distance. Draco bit his lip.
"You got everything you need?"
"More than enough." Draco smiled back.
"Alright. Night Draco!" Jacob yawned, waving sleepily.
"Night."
It was the first time he had said 'Night' to someone outside the family since he was four years old.
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It was almost midnight, and Draco couldn't sleep. Was Hermione looking out the window?
Hour by hour, he had steadily watched the sky increase in brilliance. It was magnificence defined.
If he had the power he would take the stars from the sky to hold in his hand.
He lay in the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable and gazed out the window as the sky blazed afire with stars.
"Hermione." Her name made his voice dry, his lips parched with inflamed heat. His throat felt like a desert.
He would never sleep.
"Fuck you Lucy, for not needing me, I wanna say fuck you, because I still love you, no I'm not okay, and I don't know what to do..."
-Atmosphere
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A/N omg ok spent like 6 hours reading HP5...finally completed it!!!
I have to say..it wasn't as enthralling as the other ones...BUT J.K Rowling is a brilliant writer and i think it was absoloutely amazing the way she turned it into a mind play kind of thing....kind of reminded me of Star Wars Jedi Mind Tricks kind of thing... I liked that!!!!
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Why sank you!!!! *hugz* Unfortunately I have to stop today because I'm in a stupid mood and when I'm in a stupid mood...well, let's just say stories like "Snape goes to Tellytubbyland..." (a.k.a Can you Handle Reality?) are born...
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!
Tune in next time for more wonderful...um....pages of writing! ;)
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Sila
Chapter 11: Sentiments of Salt and Pepper (The Second Ring)
"She says that she still wants a friendship
She can't live her life without me as a friend
I can't figure out why I give a damn to what she wants
I don't understand the now before the then
Most of this garbage I write that these people seem to like
Is about you and how I let you infect my life..."
-Atmosphere
Harry had gone home after Hermione didn't display much joy at his appearance, leaving him confused and angry.
Hermione herself sat inside her bedroom, staring at the tv with her mouth open. It was a bad habit she had. She often did this, while staring brainlessly at the bright, flickering animations running across the screen and letting her brain idle to the point of almost common intelligence. Yes, she looked and felt dumb while doing this, but the problem was that it was sooo hard to do something else while her favourite program blazed on the screen. Of course for legal reasons we are not allowed to mention what this program was on account of space available to be sued for advertising products without permission...but anyway.
And there she was, happily watching her program and letting the mind-numbing depression slowly slosh inside her solar plexus until it felt like gravity felt to humans at about 90 years of age.
And...there was a tapping at the window.
She sat up quickly, then looked out the window. And paused, slowly letting her eyes idle over towards her desk because if it was Draco (cross your fingers and hope it's Draco, she prayed) then she didn't want to seem eager to meet him because of course it was his fault the stupid prat for walking out on her and did she deserve that while under manslaughter charges and an eternity of grounding, of course she didn't...but her fingers were getting sore from her balancing on them and her calves were cramping up, so reluctantly she allowed herself to slide off the bed and look out the window.
Oh.
There was an invisible owl out there.
Hermione could see this invisible owl because of the visible package hovering in the air outside her window.
Her hand reached out to open the window.
And stopped.
What if it was some kind of parcel from a Death Eater or Lord Voldemort or something?
What if it was some kind of revenge from Draco?
She hesitated and stepped back, slowly lowering herself before she fell on her ass on the edge of the bed.
There was...that ring Draco gave her...she looked at it now, inconspicuous and subtly elegant on her finger.
What could she do?
She gave up, let curiousity overtake her and opened the window.
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"Ever since I was a young lad with a part-time dad
It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
I studied my mother, I digested her pain
And vowed no women on my path would have to walk the same..."
-Atmosphere
Draco was lonely as hell. The hotel room felt so dead, so cold and empty. The nymph he'd conjured up hadn't aroused anything but a strange craving for croissants and was now sulking on the bed and watching cable.
Late checkout. So tomorrow he had to be out by eleven, at the latest. And then where was Draco going to go?
He groaned and buried his head in his hands. Flinging a spell over his shoulder there was a shout of air as the nymph disintegrated into blue smoke.
Always consequences. So many fucking consequences...if he had just kept his temper under control, just this once...he would have a place to stay.
Could he go back?
He could never go back.
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"(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love"
-Atmosphere
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'It's like two opposites that compliment and blend together.
Like two blood...one pure, one dirty and yet they still bleed red.'
Hermione turned the page delicately, face carefully controlled.
When she had opened it she had bit her lip and didn't know whether to laugh, cry or sneer at this typically Malfoy show of wealth, pride and craftmanship. Yet the words and the action weren't quite the same. It was almost as if he was saying sorry...
She gasped as her finger flipped the tissue away from the next page, revealing the snow-white etchings on the glass. It was her, her face, her portrait. An image of her asleep in rumpled bedsheets, Draco nowhere to be seen.
"Is that really what I look like when I sleep?" Somehow she had pictured herself with her head back, mouth open, sinuses blaring...but somehow she almost looked angelic in this picture...probably just the way Malfoy wanted to remember her.
Flip. Flip. Each glass page made a muffled 'blip' as it came into contact with the soft tissue between the previous page.
"Ohhhhh...wow...it's beautiful..." There was a picture of a garden in brilliant colours, shining like swarovski crystal in the light of her lamp.
'It hurts to watch Lucy lose a dream, I've had the pleasure of seeing our hero kick and scream,
But when she calms down, I'll turn the sound down, and put my arms around the little lost and found...'
Lucy? Not Lucy Balle...she sighed in relief when she realised that he didn't know Lucy and that he was probably quoting something pre-written.
Now she couldn't help a few tears. Damn him. Damn him to high hell, to incinerate in the fiery pits of the Devil's anger. How dare he? How could he? She clenched her jaw and continued on.
The rest of the book was full of small passages and quotes until the last page. There was a small black velvet bag in the back, attached to the glass page. Hands shaking, she opened it and bit her lip as it began to tremble, as the tears began to sting her eyes and assault her cheeks.
Photos.
The bastard. Muggle photos.
Passport shots, the ones taken in the little shopping center cubicles. Her laughing madly with Draco, kissing him shyly on the cheek as he gazed smugly into the camera.
Black and white shots of them in the playground, him pushing her on the swings. Deep in conversation.
Photos of Hermione after she recovered in the hospital. She smirked to see Harry had been torn out.
Photos of her, asleep in his bed with Snowflake curled up against her.
A photo of her curled up to him in his bed.
And last, but not least...a couple of final photos of Draco, looking so droolworthy that she just wanted to eat him. Back against the wall, in a steel-grey Armani shirt and black jeans, holding Snowflake in one hand. Gazing at the camera with those piercing eyes. Was it her imagination, or did he look almost sad?
In the 'gryffindor' red and gold boxers, sprawled on the couch as he read...was that her diary???? Hermione squinted in disbelief. No...way...
NO WAY!
The jackass! Heat flushed her cheeks and made her clench her fists in anger.
If she ever saw him again...
The anger faded away to something resembling sadness. If..
The final two photos made her smile and cry at the same time.
Draco, shirtless, in his towel in the rain. She began to wonder how he'd got these photos taken, because she knew no one was home that day and she just couldn't picture him posing for it.
And finally, Draco, in his high-collared Slytherin robes, one leg crossed over the other knee, his beloved broom across his lap. The memory caused a jolt. Oh my god. Two months until they began school again. It seemed so far away only yesterday!
She bit her lip. She missed him so much. It would hurt seeing him at school, being treated by him like nothing but a disgraced house-elf. Being spat upon and made fun of by all the Slytherins again. She groaned. She was actually beginning not to want to go back to Hogwarts. I mean, don't get the wrong idea, she loved the school, and ordinarily she would not have EVER let some annoying _prat_ stop her! But when that annoying prat has your heart and your virginity...and your mind and every waking moment, it becomes a little more serious.
As she went to put the photos back in the bag, they got stuck on something, they wouldn't go all the way back into the bag.
She placed her hand in and carefully drew something out.
At first it was just a few crocodile tears.
Then her face scrunched up as she began to cry her heart out, big, shoulder-wracking sobs that made her face red and her body shiver from cold. Her nose was running and her eyes felt like they were bleeding salt, but she just couldn't stop.
When she managed to calm down to choked sobs, she looked at it.
A single platinum ring, with an intertwined rose around the band and a huge diamond in the middle of the rose. So elegantly detailed, modern yet ancient. And worth a fortune.
And written inside the band.
"I love you, don't ever fucking question that."
What was she supposed to think? How the hell couldn't she question him...
She slipped it on. A perfect fit. She crawled into her bed and hugged her pillow miserably. How dare he? How dare he make her feel this way, so weak and degraded? Make her miss him, the asshole. Make her love him. Make her cry.
'No man is worth your tears, and the one that is will never make you cry.' Hah. Page 4. Now what was he trying to say? She felt like tearing the ring off and throwing it across the room.
A meowing came from the door and somehow, Snowball managed to slip in, followed by Josh's puppy Kensington and the house cat, Puss-Puss.
She smiled bitterly as Snowball leapt into bed and began to yowl and snuggle as close to possible to Hermione. Puss-Puss curled up at her feet, and the puppy stretched out by the bed.
"You miss him too, hey?" Snowball mewled and pushed herself closer to Hermione.
Two weeks. And then she'd have to see the smug bastard back at school, tormenting her. Ripping her heart up.
Yeah, she just couldn't wait.
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"I love you, don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never get along.
If I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write these motherfucking songs..."
Checkout time. Draco glanced at his expensive silver Codex, the wizarding equivalent to a Rolex but with more entertaining (and possibly dangerous) features. James Bond? Pah, Draco lived a better life than him anyday. He sighed and hefted the almost empty canvas bag he was carrying for show. Well, not quite empty. His miniature belongings were all inside, as well as the muggle laptop which had simply _refused_ to shrink. Stupid thing. Stupid muggles.
The lady at the reception desk beamed widely, reminding him somewhat of a fish. Or a chihuahua. Or possibly a horny manticore. Uh...not that he'd know.
He scribbed a signature on the receipt, flipped his platinum credit card into his wallet and strode off in a mist of good smelling-ness.
As he hailed a luxury limo down, he absently thought about Hermione.
'Strange, how can I be so cheerful with a broken heart?' he asked himself. Perhaps it hadn't really been love. Now how to get over her?
Ah, yes.
"Driver, take me to East London's mall."
"Uh...and which mall would that be, sir?"
Draco bit his lip, he hadn't thought about that.
"Well...it's kinda...shiny...and you know...er...glass and metal... It's near...a house. And a primary school. Well, not really..."
The driver smiled.
"You wouldn't mean the mall in Little Shakespeare?"
'Little Shakespeare? What a stupid name for a town...'
"I don't know..."
"Well how about I drive you there and we'll go from there?"
Draco regained composure.
"Yes. Now drive."
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Ok, so it wasn't in Little Shakespeare, which was actually kind of a nice town, or 'suburb', as the driver explained.
Nor was it in the next two towns.
But they got it on the fourth.
"Thank you. I shall call if I require your services. Now go." Draco tossed a wad of cash onto the seat and slid out of the Jaguar.
"Wow. Uh...I mean...thanks...sir..." The limo driver managed to spit out. But Draco had already gone.
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"Whatever can I do?" He mused as he stood in front of the shopping center. He began the ascension towards the second level.
"I don't quite want to go home yet. Although I most likely should. And do something about father. Where do my loyalties lie?" he glanced absently at a group of girls going down the opposite escalator who swooned.
"Mudblood. She's too angry at me. I guess things shall just have to go back to the way they were. I, the cold callous bastard, and she, the small, nerdy inconsequential bookworm." But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the heavy, depressed feeling deep in his heart.
'I don't love her. I can't.'
"And I don't have a place to stay." he muttered.
"Hmmm. Perhaps..." He veered off course into a real-estate agency shop.
(A/N. Stop? Continue? Ohhhhhhhh well....can't be bothered listing another pointless chapter...)
*cut and pastes, so don't yell!*
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[BeLieViNG iN You]
CHAPTER 12: Unexpected Reunion
-this one's keeping it short, peeps, lol-
Draco gazed at the houses available in the window.
He shuddered.
"Eww...they want me to pay how much for _that_?"
He bit his lip. Perhaps the idea was a bit absurd.
Another real estate agency, perhaps? Yes, the concept was sound. A possibility. Perhaps the only one.
He suddenly felt rather lost, and quite lonely.
"This is what it feels like without Granger, huh?"
Suddenly he frowned.
"I should have never come to this miserable place." he hissed, stalking away from the shop (and it's admiring receptionist inside) abruptly.
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Filthy muggle urinals.
The door slammed open. A rather well built boy strode in and looked around.
"Nah, no one's in here, just some toff who can't figure out whether or not to take a pee."
A toff?
Draco sneered.
"I advise you don't. They are diseased, after all." Another boy strode in. Draco almost liked the look of this boy.
Until he heard struggling as the door flew open again.
"Leave me alone!" The person was silenced around the other side of the wall with a sickening crack.
Where had he heard... Jacob??
"Uhh...why don't you leave?" The second boy, who looked like an absoloute pep gave him a wink and held out a hand.
Draco looked at it in disgust.
"Are you trying to offer me money?" He drew himself up to his full height. Standing straight, he suddenly towered over these young, barely adolescent boys.
"Do you know who I am?"
The second boys face turned ugly.
"Well, if you're not going to take the money then leave. You're outnumbered, and we have business to take care of."
Draco sneered at him.
"Jacob?" He called, never taking his eyes off the wise-ass little boy in front of him.
The muttering from the other side of the wall stopped.
"D...Draco?"
"What do these boys want with you?"
The boy in front of him stepped forward.
"Draco? What kind of name is that? What we want, is for you to-"
He never finished his sentence.
"Do I look as if I care what you want, you pathetic pile of shit?" Draco hoisted him by the collar, eyes diamond-hard as he slammed the boy against the wall of a cubicle.
"And don't you even think of starting, or I'll have your neck too." he muttered over his shoulder to the first boy who had entered.
"Now Jacob, tell me what these faggots want with you." He raised his voice.
"N...nothing Draco. We're fine. Uh...you can go now." Jacob's voice didn't sound steady enough to assure Draco.
"Jacob." The tone was warning.
"Oh yea, 'Mione misses you. Errr...I think you should really go now."
"No."
Draco put his face in front of his captive and lowered his voice.
"Shall I beat you senseless? Or send you to a hospital. Perhaps...kill you. Or torture you."
The prep was quickly becoming worried that this guy was a nut. One of them creepy gothic types or something. He looked like a vampire...
"I'm going to put you down. Then I'm going to walk out of here with Jacob. The absoloute _moment_, the very _second_ I hear anything, anything at _all_ has happened to him, I will hunt all of you down and hurt you. And I'll bring my friends. And then they'll kill you, slowly. Painfully."
The guy he was holding would be very bored at this point if not for the wild, beast-like look in Draco's eyes that told him that this guy was very probably telling the truth.
And just as he was about to spit in Draco's face, Draco's eyes changed colour.
They faded from their normal steel-grey to a pale silver, almost white before abruptly becoming a primal yellow.
The boy felt a world of fear. This guy was crazy. He was absoloutely insane. He wanted to eat him, or kill him...he was animalistic...this guy was barely holding onto humanity...
The silence was broken by a trickling onto the tiled bathroom floor.
"Do you understand me?"
The eyes were back to their normal colour now. Dumbly, he nodded.
"Good. And Draco, for your information, is a name only ever given to _purebloods_. Unlike you, you filthy little gutter breed."
He was thrown bodily against a urinal, colliding with the first boy and knocking him over.
"Let's go Jacob." He turned the corner to see Jacob held between two larger boys who didn't say a word as Draco motioned for Jacob to follow him.
Jacob, though shaken clearly hadn't been hurt extensively. Yet.
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"You shouldn't have done that. They're going to be worse now." Jacob muttered quietly.
"No they won't." Draco replied, a smirk on his face.
"Yeah, right." Jacob snorted. Then his face slowly slid into a smile.
"You made Thomas wet himself!" he began to laugh.
Draco paused and watched him for a moment. He was so like Hermione.
Then he began to chuckle.
"Yeah, I did, didn't I? Come on. Let's go get something to eat."
Jacob paused, the smile fading.
"I really should be getting home." He hoisted the straps of his bag.
"Oh. Ok." Home. He knew where that was. He knew how it felt and he missed it so much.
Jacob cocked his head and pulled a funny face.
"But...if you're insisting on paying...I'd like to catch up..." He smiled shyly.
Draco paused.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
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"So...why didn't you use magic and blast them? *Kapow! Zap! Wham!*" Jacob chattered animatedly, making hand gestures to accompany his wonderful sound effects. Draco watched the kid. This was the first time he'd ever seen him this animated. He only seemed to come alive on the subject of magic...poor kid.
"Uh...it's not that easy Jacob. There's a special government in place that prevents us from doing things like that, no matter how fun it is." Not that Death Eaters really pay attention though, isn't it? Draco thought.
Jacob's face fell.
"Awww, that's no fun. Still, I guess it makes sense. I just think...that the whole idea of all our lives, our lifestyles and our cash being put in the hands of a group of people we don't even know is a bit...well, crap, don't you think?" He restored the salt and pepper shakers he had been knocking over as the waitress gave him a dirty look.
Draco was stunned, at a loss for words.
'This kid...is soooo smart.'
"Who told you that?" Jacob gave him a dead flat look.
"Nobody told me." He rolled his eyes. "Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm stupid, you know."
Draco's eyebrows almost lifted of their own accord but somehow he mustered enough control to keep his face calm.
"Well Jacob, you're anything but. You're a very intelligent boy."
Jacob smiled cockily.
"Yeah I know. I've been studying. I wanna get into Hogwarts!"
Draco blinked in surprise.
"Jacob, are you telling me that you can do magic?"
The boy scrunched up his face.
"Nah, not really. Only a little bit. I hope 'Mione's gonna help me though. When she's finished being upset and all."
This bit of information tugged at Draco's conscience.
"Upset?"
"Yeah." Jacob giggled.
"I think she misses you." Draco chewed the inside of his mouth to prevent himself from reacting. He needn't have bothered, however because Jacob got distracted by a group of girls walking past. They all looked over, looked away and then doubled back to look at Draco. They seemed shocked to see Jacob with him.
"Hah. They're going to want to be my friends when I go back to school on Monday." He muttered sourly.
Draco didn't say anything, as he had food in his mouth. However, he motioned for Jacob to continue.
"See that one, that's pretty? The one with the long brown hair?"
Draco nodded slightly.
"Yeah, well she used to be my best friend. I've known her since we were like...waaaaaaaaaay little. But then she became popular and now she's like...Miss Thing..." He shuddered.
Draco snorted.
"And now they're all going to suck up because they saw me with you. You're kinda pretty, you know."
Draco stared.
"Uh..."
"No, I'm not like...you know, or anything. But...you look...pretty. Like a girl."
Draco blinked. To be offended, or not to be?
"Oh. I guess...well...I never...um...What are you trying to say???" He frowned suspiciously.
Jacob laughed.
"Nevermind. But anyway. Yeah. They're not nice girls. Don't talk to them."
Draco felt the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile.
"Uh...don't worry, I won't...they're a bit too young for me anyway."
"Yeah, I agree. You're kinda old."
Now Draco was flabbergasted.
"But anyway," Josh continued on "...do you miss 'Mione?" He asked with a sly grin.
'Old? OLD? OLD?????' Draco's mind was screaming at him.
Part of him wanted to hex this cheeky kid, the other wanted to ruffle his hair.
He wasn't being rude...just...saying what he thought...it was the innocence. Stupid innocence.
"Huh? Uh...that's none of your business, Jacob."
"Of course it is. So...do you?"
Draco slouched back in his chair. Jacob reached across and helped himself to Draco's chips.
How could he explain it?
"You're going to tell her everything I say, won't you?"
Jacob pulled a thoughtful face.
"Well, I'm not sure. She might start crying again, which means less magic time study, or she might get angry I talked to you and bite my head off. But then again, she might not care."
Draco's eyes narrowed at the last bit.
Hmm...
"Here. This is my cousin Damien's telephone number. If she needs to contact me, or wishes to talk tell her to call him. He'll be able to find me." he pushed a slip of paper towards Jacob who took it without looking and shoved it in his pocket.
"And now...I've got to go." Draco stood to move. Jacob considered him. It was an awkward moment.
"You have nowhere to go. Why don't you come back to our house?"
"I couldn't impose."
"Oh come on. I know something fishy's going on, otherwise you wouldn't be lurking around the mall. Just come home with me! Everyone will be glad to see you, mum was so upset the night you left." Draco felt a twinge of guilt which he quickly stomped into oblivion. Had he become so attached to this muggle family?
He hesitated, but shook his head.
"Oh, alright. If you really don't want to stay in the house, at least come stay in my treehouse. Then at least I know you're safe."
Again, Draco was surprised at the hindsight this boy was showing. Not even twelve, he mused.
"You have a treehouse?" He never really had the chance to explore the backyard.
"Yeah." Jacob's eyes lit up.
"Come on, it'll be just like the books! I can sneak you food out and stuff!"
Draco gave him a wry smile.
"Not quite like the books. I'm not a cute little doggy you have to hide from your parents, Jacob."
"Aw come on, it's a little run down, but it's better than nothing."
And that is how Draco Evares Malfoy, with more than two hundred thousand galleons in his bank account, ended up spending the night in a dilapidated hut made from corrugated iron sheets and leftover wood.
"I brought you something!" Draco perked up. A bright light appeared, followed by Jacob's head as he climbed into the little hut through a hole in the floor.
"Here you go. Katrina made extra by accident, wasn't that lucky? So now we all got to eat proper portions!" He slid a backpack off his shoulder and began to take tupperware container after tupperware container from it.
"There's some steak, some mashed potato and some trifle." He aligned the tubs neatly.
There was a mewling.
"Oh, and I brought you a special friend." Jacob smiled shyly as he lifted Snowball out of his pocket who yowled loudly and pleasurably as she bounded across to Draco, rubbing her head against him. She strutted delightedly, slipping in his lap as she tried to clamber up his body to lick his face.
Jacob knew that Draco would never admit it, but he could see he was touched.
"Hey girl...has that silly 'Mione been treating you ok?" The cat mewled and headbutted his chest affectionately.
"Thanks Jacob...thanks for everything..." Jacob didn't say anything, but smiled.
"Sorry, mum wouldn't let me bring extra quilts out in case i got them dirty, but i managed to bring a sleeping bag." He grinned.
Draco smiled back, feeling guilty, remembering that he could have just magicked more quilts from the Manor.
"Jacob, I owe you." And that's not something you'll hear a Malfoy say everyday, he thought in his head.
"Nah, don't worry about it! Anyway, I gotta go. Mum stresses if I stay out here without telling. Anyway. You're lucky, it's Dream night tonight. Look at the stars." Jacob motioned towards the window opposite where they were sitting. Sure enough, there was a brilliant sea of stars, a glittering mass of diamonds hung against the bluish purple velvet of the sky.
"Wow." Draco's breath was taken away.
"This is nothing! You wait till midnight...that's when they really get spectacular. They cover nearly every inch of the sky...you don't even need a light! It only happens once a month though." He pulled a face.
"Anyway, I really gotta go now. 'Mione-bear's calling me."
Sure enough, a faint female voice was heard in the not-too-far-off distance. Draco bit his lip.
"You got everything you need?"
"More than enough." Draco smiled back.
"Alright. Night Draco!" Jacob yawned, waving sleepily.
"Night."
It was the first time he had said 'Night' to someone outside the family since he was four years old.
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It was almost midnight, and Draco couldn't sleep. Was Hermione looking out the window?
Hour by hour, he had steadily watched the sky increase in brilliance. It was magnificence defined.
If he had the power he would take the stars from the sky to hold in his hand.
He lay in the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable and gazed out the window as the sky blazed afire with stars.
"Hermione." Her name made his voice dry, his lips parched with inflamed heat. His throat felt like a desert.
He would never sleep.
"Fuck you Lucy, for not needing me, I wanna say fuck you, because I still love you, no I'm not okay, and I don't know what to do..."
-Atmosphere
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A/N omg ok spent like 6 hours reading HP5...finally completed it!!!
I have to say..it wasn't as enthralling as the other ones...BUT J.K Rowling is a brilliant writer and i think it was absoloutely amazing the way she turned it into a mind play kind of thing....kind of reminded me of Star Wars Jedi Mind Tricks kind of thing... I liked that!!!!
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Hahhah sorry, but it's a bit boring at the moment, just Hermione having sookies and Draco being almost...well...kind...*pulls disgusted face* Nevermind, I'll figure out someway to get him back to his lovely despicable self soon! And there will be a chat with Masako soon...though i can't promise anything...I'm not quite sure if this story has a plot... :S heheh just LOADS OF WAFF!!!!
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Poem? Ok...the snakes tearing through my veins thing...nope, but the bit about...the cutting and the moon and blood and stars and stuff, yeah...twas me... :D
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Now if that isn't cool, I really don't know what is...
Hey...I didn't think the fifth book was that amusing...hahah except Fred and Gorge...I want to marry them! *abducts and runs off with* Oh sorri, u didn't mention it in your review...well...uh...ok....:D ignore me! Heheh so who else's thumbs did you borrow? You evil evil thumb-stealer! Heheh I try to develop the characters...unfortunately they seem to just want to do very stupid things sometimes...in fact, i didn't even plan this chapter, or the next one.
What am I saying? I'm blabbering...I didn't plan _any_ of the chapters...hahah :S
blackdragonofdeath13
:D heheh well...there's a possibilty...but then I have a _really really_ short attention span....so....we'll cross our fingers!! And hope I finish it! :D heheh
Dreaming One
ANGST! *wails* I feel it too often.. :S heheh it's starting to taste like fried bok choy and peanuts. Ahem...anyway...heheh my characterization? I wish... *blushes* *giggles* To get the secrets...you're going to have to keep reading! And I warn...chapters may be unpredictable depending on the mood I'm in and what undies I'm wearing... :S hehehe!
Leika Senara
Why sank you!!!! *hugz* Unfortunately I have to stop today because I'm in a stupid mood and when I'm in a stupid mood...well, let's just say stories like "Snape goes to Tellytubbyland..." (a.k.a Can you Handle Reality?) are born...
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!
Tune in next time for more wonderful...um....pages of writing! ;)
XOXO
Sila
