A/N: Hello again,
Have you missed me? Kidding, it's been two days you're probably all sick of these author's notes.
With this chapter we officially pass 50k words for S&S! If you've stuck around this far, thank you! I know it's a long fic (50k words and they haven't even kissed yet!?) but I still hope you're enjoying it.
Also another huge thank you to everyone who has left comments and reviews- you're all amazing and motivate my ass when all I want to do is lie on the couch and eat chips. Ok I do that too but I've only got 4000 words before I complete NaNoWriMo this year which means more chapters of S&S for you guys.
Anyway, enough from me- you don't come here for my ramblings.
Enjoy,
Lexi.
A few days had past and so far Hermione's deal with Malfoy had been going rather well. They had spend the past 3 mornings at the Quidditch pitch organizing a training schedule, making sure the house teams would also have enough time to train on the pitch as well as their new junior training league. Hermione had to admit that when he was enthralled about new training tactics and fly formations, Malfoy was easy to work with.
That didn't mean they hadn't disagreed or found a plethora of thing to argue about. Malfoy was, annoyingly, a perfectionist like herself and had demanded to see a draft of the report she was going to hand to McGonagall. So much for no caring, she had thought, when she had received it back with the margins covered in notes and adjustments he wanted. Honestly though, it was easier to work with him on something he enjoyed than the bickering that ensued during their daily Captain meetings.
Apparently being civil with one another did not mean that they didn't have opposite views on almost everything and the last two meetings had ended with them being separated and sat at the opposite ends of the table while democracy ruled over their opposing plans. Thankfully though, they only fought over duty related issues and, their civility still standing, neither had brought up anything to do with the war or even their usual snide remarks on the others personality.
Still, Hermione found herself worrying late at night when all the others had gone to sleep and she saw Malfoy sneak out of the common room. She wondered where he went, often arriving back in the early hours of the morning. She would have wondered how he survived on so little sleep but she too was awake when he arrived back, tucked away in a dark corner of the common room pouring over her books to distract from her inability to sleep.
She wondered if he ever found himself drawn back to the 1st floor corridor like she did. Walking through the castle she would take the longer route just to walk down there. She'd always pause, wondering if it would ever feel like it had before. Once it was just a corridor where she had waited for Transfiguration, impatiently hopping foot to foot as questions burned in her mind demanding answers. Now when she walked past those classroom doors Hermione's mind felt numb. Every time she saw the blue light of Malfoy's shield saving her life, Narcissa Malfoy crumpling to the floor, her pleading eyes searching for her son in her final moments. She shouldn't keep coming back there, reliving those moments but she knew why she did. Every time she felt the need to make sure that Malfoy wasn't there.
It had scared her seeing him in that corridor standing so motionless. She had been frustrated, roaming the castle to try and find him, hoping to get the Quidditch organisation over with since Professor McGonagall seemed determined that they work together. When she'd seen him she'd called his name, determined that he wouldn't get away from her again. But he ignored her, and it wasn't until the third time she called his name that she realised where they were standing and the spot that he was staring at. She looked at his eyes, they were glazed over and if she looked closely at the grey swirls Hermione swore she could see the painful memories of that place playing on repeat behind them.
After the war, Hermione had attempted to read books about the after effects of war, but wizarding texts only focused on rebuilding of the physical world, there was little to no mention of any mental health affects except for declaring war-returned wizards 'mad' when they went on horrific rampages. Disappointed with the lack of information the wizarding world had supplied her, Hermione turned back to the Muggle world where she poured over psychology textbooks and studies on the effects war had returning soldiers. Looking at Malfoy now someone might mistakenly think he had been hexed with the full body bind but Hermione wasn't daft. She knew Malfoy had been traumatised by his mother's death, as many people had been by the war watching their loved ones die. Touching the Slytherin's arm lightly Hermione had tried to get his attention, to draw him away from his memories, with no avail until she said his first name.
"Draco."
His eyes had flickered, some light returning to his eyes before dampening again. Hermione touched his arm again and repeated his name, the light had flickered again and guiding him she had lead him out of the castle. Once they were in the courtyard he had seemed to come around again, his grey eyes focusing on her while confusion took over the glazed memory stained look he had had in the corridor. He looked so lost and confused Hermione had momentarily forgotten that it was Malfoy, the class-A jerk who'd spent every spare second tormenting her, standing in front of her. He leant into her, his skin cool under her hand and she had the urge to pull him to her, to wrap her arms around him until the world didn't seem so cruel and unfair anymore. Of course, she remembered who she was dealing with when he had shaken the confusion from his head and the light in his eyes was not furious and raging. All she had wanted to do was help him but she quickly shoved those feelings aside when he started acting like the telltale jackass he really was.
At least, Hermione thought, they had managed to come to an agreement. She hoped it would last long enough for her to escape the year unscathed.
When Hermione wasn't working with Malfoy she was busy with other Captain duties. The rest of the Captain's all had ideas and plans in the works for the school year but almost all of them had asked Hermione for her help. Some it wasn't much- Hannah had approached her that morning reminding Hermione that once classes started seating in the Great Hall has been changed. There would no longer be 4 large, house tables but rather 12 smaller tables to encourage people of different houses to sit together, they would only sit as a house during feasts or important gatherings. For some students, they had been mingling at different tables throughout their school life but for others, Hermione included, they had always gravitated to sitting at their house table. Hannah had asked Hermione to help encourage students to sit in mixed-house groups, even if it was just in her own friendship group. The Captain's had to demonstrate their leadership and hope the rest of the school would follow suit. Hermione had been happy to agree, complimenting the Hufflepuff on her plan.
Other groups had involved her more than she had originally planned but she found herself unable to say no. Neville, Terry and Justin were working on study groups and although they were all decent students they had asked for her help in tutoring students in the harder subjects. She wondered if she was going to have any spare time this year between all the unity projects as well as the headstudent duties that had been added into their new role. Somehow Hermione had been left with making the schedules of the Prefects and Captains who needed to patrol the school after hours. Professor McGonagall had given her the schedule of all the captains and prefects but attempting to organize the schedule had become a regular headache as she sat surrounded by pieces of parchments in the common room of an evening. Already the captain's had been looking at her drafts and adding in their own complaints
"But Hermione, Thursday night is when Celestina Warbeck is on the radio. Can't you make one of the Prefects do Thursday night?" Padma had whined one night, even Hannah had nodded enthusiastically with her. Hermione had sighed and scribbled a note on her ever growing list of restrictions.
"You want me to patrol the Astronomy tower 3 nights in a row? I won't be able to walk for the rest of the week." Neville had joked when Hermione had shown him one of her many drafts. She knew he wasn't trying to be hurtful, in fact he was right. The Astronomy route was long and filled with stairs and she had scheduled him poorly, with a sigh she scratched out the middle night and wrote in the name of a Prefect she hoped wouldn't complain about it too.
Despite it all, Hermione had to admit she was enjoying the responsibility of being a Captain. She had always wanted to be the Head Girl and even with the change, she was proud of all the work they had accomplished over the past few days.
It was the 1st of September and as she sat reading over Neville's outline for Herbology tutoring, which she realised he probably knew more about than she did at this point, she smiled knowing the rest of her friends were currently sat on the Hogwarts Express probably eating candy and laughing as the countryside flashed past the windows.
They would be arriving that evening and while her friends could catch the carriages up to the castle, Hermione would be helping to escort the newly arrived first years over the Great Lake. She was apprehensive about travelling on those small boats again but Hagrid would be with them and all Hermione had to do was make sure the large group of first years sorted themselves into the boats without tipping them.
Hermione, Hannah, Terry and Malfoy would be escorting the new students over the lake while the rest of the Captains would be at the castle helping to organize the children during the sorting and welcoming them to their new houses. Hermione would have rather to stay at the castle for the sorting but Neville had pleaded with Hermione, admitting he was still nervous around boats after almost falling in during their first year trip.
"Hermione" called Neville, disturbing her from her thoughts
"Neville, this is really good." She said holding up his tutoring plan. "I don't think you need my help at all."
Neville blushed, and said
"Thanks Hermione. McGonagall said she wants up to start getting ready now. The train should be arriving soon."
Hermione frowned and looked down at her watch, more time had passed that she though and she scrambled to get changed into her robes for the ceremony.
"Thanks Neville!" she said as she handed back his parchment and dashed to her room.
It was her first official day and it just wouldn't to be late.
Hermione stood on the platform less that 2 hours later, her hair blowing around her as the arriving train sent a whoosh of wind towards her. She grinned, she had grown so accustomed to seeing her friends everyday while she had lived at Grimmauld place that even these past few days had been tough.
The large red train finally pulled to a stop and the doors burst open as students dressed in their Hogwarts robes and house colours streamed out onto the platform. Hermione found herself looking for the telltale read hair of the Weasley siblings, finally spotting Ginny down the end of the platform. Looking around the girl Hermione spotted Harry close by her side but being bogged down by the numerous students who were coming up to shake his hand. Harry looked tense and uncomfortable, as he usually did when receiving attention but he shook everyone's hand who asked and responded politely to their praise. Giving the crowd a few minutes with their Chosen one, Hermione saw Ginny politely smile to the crowd before apologising and dragging her boyfriend away. Ginny was exactly what Harry needed, Hermione thought, she had no problem expressing what she wanted and knew when to put her own, or in this case Harry's needs before his admirers.
Catching the girls eye, Ginny waved at Hermione from the other end of the platform. Hermione noticed that Harry looked distinctly miserable, she hoped returning to Hogwarts wouldn't be too tough on the boy. She had struggled with the knowledge that so many of their friends had been hurt or lost their lives inside the castle walls but she knew Harry would be blaming himself. She knew that Ron would have spent the train ride trying to distract Harry from his thoughts but still, coming back here after everything would be hard on everyone involved.
Thinking about Ron, Hermione looked around. She couldn't see any other redheads on the platform. She wondered if he had been held up on the train for some reason.
Ginny was pushing her way up the platform, a miserable Harry by her side, towards Hermione but before they could reach each other Hermione felt a presence at her shoulder.
"We need to go Granger. The first years are all unloaded and the boats and that…. Hagrid are waiting for us." Malfoy said, only a half-sneer on his face when he mentioned Hagrid.
Hermione nodded, determined to succeed at her first official task as a Hogwarts Captain.
She glanced back down the platform, Ginny and Harry had been stalled by Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, they wouldn't make it to this end of the platform in time for her to ask where Ron was. She would just have to wait and see him at the Castle.
Looking at the pile of nervous 1st year students around her she tried to smile kindly
"Very well, you lot. This way!"
The students looked nervously to the carriage that the older students were climbing into but diligently followed her and the other captains down the path to the Great Lake.
Reach the shore Hermione saw Hagrid tying a final boat, which next to his large size seemed like a toy, to a stake on the pebble covered ground. Turning, the half-giant was able to stretch up to his full height and Hermione heard some of the 1st years gasp and squeak in shock.
"Hullo Hagrid!" she said, happy to see the jolly man finally. Hagrid had only arrived at the castle that morning and Hermione hadn't had the chance to see him yet.
"'Mione!" roared the man happily. With only a few paces her squared the distance between them and scooped her in his large arms, lifting her a good foot off the ground with his hug.
Finally putting her down, she sucked air into her lungs, and smiled up at him. She had missed Hagrid and despite his questionable choices in pets, he was an exceptionally good man and a loyal friend. He had had a rough few years during the war and Hermione saw his arms were covered in more scars that his usual markings from animal related mishaps.
"Right-O!" Hagrid said looking at the children before her and clapping his hands together with a loud boom. "Let's get this lot of youngin' up to the castle shall we?"
Hermione and the other captains began sorting the children into boats. Once all the children were in Hermione found herself stood next to Malfoy and two half-filled boats. One had a young boy with brown hair and a crooked nose, who appear to be attempting to shrink himself into the corner. The other had two young girl in the boat, one with platinum blonde hair and brown eyes, and another younger looking girl with brown hair and the same brown eyes as the other girl was being lifted into the boat by Malfoy.
Hermione watched curiously and couldn't help the smile creep across her face as Malfoy lifted the surprised little brunette and deposited her in the boat with the blonde. Malfoy turned and spotted Hermione watching, with a scowl he snapped
"What are you looking at Granger. If another kid trips and splashes me I'll hex them, alright."
Hermione shrugged and was about to turn away when the little blonde girl squeaked and said
"Are you the Hermione Granger?"
Hermione's eyebrows raised, and let out an awkward
"Uuuh."
Malfoy snorted. Hermione glared at him, and Malfoy pointed to the book wrapped tightly in the young girls hands- Hogwarts: A history.
"Looks like you've got your very own fan club, Granger." He said.
"Shut it Malfoy." She snapped back.
This made the blonde girl suck in a deep breath.
"You must be Draco Malfoy."
Draco glared, not at the child but at the book, not that it made much difference as the little girl looked shocked and somewhat nervous.
"And what of it?" he asked dangerously.
"But… I thought… didn't you… you're a…." The little girl stammered, she looked at Hermione for reassurance but found none. "Didn't you fight for you-know-how?"
Malfoy looked furious and disappointed at the same time. Curse that book, Hermione thought, she hadn't even had time to read it yet. Obviously she should have.
"Malfoy saved my life during the Battle of Hogwarts." Hermione said, surprising herself and obviously Malfoy who looked at her skeptically, "I'd appreciate if you treated him with respect." She told the children in front of her.
It was Malfoy's turn to look surprised now, but he said nothing. The girl opened her mouth again, but shut it again when the little brunette next to her elbowed her roughly in the ribs.
Malfoy shuffled uncomfortably, opened his mouth then closed it again. Instead of saying anything he walked over to the boat with the young boy, climbed in and tapped the side of the boat. The magic in the boat activated, setting the boat in motion over the water and towards the castle.
Hermione sighed, looking at the remaining boat with the two girls. She supposed she would just have to travel with them. Climbing in without a word she too tapped the side and set the boat in motion.
They were almost halfway across the lake before the blonde girl perked up the courage to speak again
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger."
The brown hair girl next to her shot a glare that could give Malfoy a run for her money and almost made Hermione laugh
"It's fine." She said, really she should have expected these kinds of things to happen. She mental scolded herself for not setting the time aside to read the new Hogwarts: A history edition. She needed to get ahead of the story. "And you don't have to call me Miss Granger, Hermione is fine."
The blonde girl smiled and flashed a wicked grin to the brunette next to her
"I'm Emily" she told Hermione, and nodding to the girl next to her
"This is Agnes, she's my little sister."
"Half-sister" muttered Agnes quietly, but Emily ignored her.
"We're Muggleborns like you too."
Hermione looked at the girls and her eyes softened, no wonder Emily was clinging to her book so tightly. Hermione remembered doing the same thing when she had first come to Hogwarts. It also explained the age difference between the girls, Emily should have started Hogwarts last year but with the war no Muggleborns had attended Hogwarts, even a lot of half-bloods had been held back a year.
Emily didn't really give Hermione a chance to reply
"I'm sorry if we upset your friend."She said.
It took a few moments to realise she meant Malfoy. Hermione tried not to snort too loudly
"It's ok." She said, "Just don't believe everything you read about the war. It's all pretty complicated."
"Oh" said Emily, looking down at her book and frowning "I didn't read about Draco in here, I hear some people talking on the train."
Agnes rolled her eyes
"I told you not to listen to gossip." She said quietly, apparently she was a pretty wise kid.
"She's right you know." Said Hermione, while Emily's glare turned to red cheeks "The rumour mill around here can be pretty harsh, it's best just to ignore it all."
Hermione felt the need to turn the conversation to lighter topics, not wanting the girls first night to be spent dwelling on the war,. Within minutes the two Muggleborns were staring at her, mouths slightly agape and eye's round, as she told them about all the classes waiting for them and what the castle was like.
Draco was sitting at the end of the Slytherin table with Blaise, trying to pretend he couldn't hear the hushed whispers about him coming from the other tables. Blaise, of course, was giving him a running commentary about the 1st years who were getting sorted.
"Uh" he said, wrinkling his nose "Glad we didn't get that one, looks too much like a Weasley."
Draco snorted and looked up, sure enough a bright red headed kid was bouncing off the podium towards the Hufflepuff table. The next name to be called by McGonagall was
"Agnes Fabledein."
The tiny, brunette hair witch walked up to the podium and sat on the chair, the Sorting hair dropped almost all the way over her eyes.
"She's a Muggleborn" whispered someone down the table "Her sister is here too, was meant to start last year but… you know."
Draco and the rest of the hall waited with baited breath as the hat sat on the little girls head and the minutes clocked away. After almost 6 minutes the brim of the hat split open and boomed
"SLYTHERIN!"
Whispers of the girls blood status run rampant up and down the table and none of the Slytherins knew how to react. A Muggleborn in Slytherin. The other tables remained silent, no one was sure what this meant.
Looking to the front of the hall he saw the girl pulling the hat off her head, her eyes fearful and her legs not moving. Pansy was meant to be welcoming the 1st years to their table but the Captain hadn't moved. Next to the small witch McGonagall caught Draco's eye expectantly.
Ah, he thought, he was a Captain. He was meant to lead the way. Right. Great.
With a sigh, he nudged Blaise who was also looking slightly stunned.
"Clap." He grumbled.
Draco clapped, the first noise to echo around the hall since the Sorting hat's proclamation, it made the people around him jump. It took 3 claps for Blaise to realize and and join in. Following Draco's lead the others on the Slytherin table began clapping and Blaise, always the enthusiastic, gave a whooping cheer and Agnes blushed a deep red and made her way over to where Pansy, apparently now unfrozen, was beckoning.
The other tables whooped and clapped as well until McGonagall waved them quiet and called the next name
"Emily Fabledein."
"That must be the sister." Said Blaise "Think we'll get her too?"
"No." He said, the girl seemed nervous walking up to the podium to be sorted and he thought back to the boats. He had a feeling the girl didn't want to be Slytherin, and the Sorting hat could listen to reason.
The hat had barely touched Emily's head when it yelled
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Blaise snorted while the blonde girl happily ran to her new table.
Draco stopped listening for a while, there were a larger number of 1st years this year than for their entire school career and he didn't care to know all their houses. Instead his eyes wandered the hall, looking at the students who had returned and the holes left by those who hadn't.
Curiously his eyes stopped on the Gryffindor table. He spotted Potter and his fiery headed girlfriend next to Granger but the Weasel king was absent.
Nudging Blaise's side he asked
"Did you see the Weasel on the train?"
Blaise frowned and shook his head, looking over at the Gryffindor table he scanned the crowded with his eyebrows raised. Upon determining that Draco was right and devilish smirk settled on Blaise's face.
"Interesting." Was all he said, before he went back to watching the sorting but Draco knew that face meant Blaise was formulating some kind of theory or plan. He also knew that no level of needling or probing would get Draco answers before Blaise was ready.
Draco turned his attention back to Granger and her friends who were whispering quietly. Granger's back was turned to his so he couldn't she her face but from the slump in her shoulders whatever Ginevra was whispering didn't make Granger happy.
As Granger turned to the side Draco still couldn't see her face but he did see her fiddling with something that Potter had just passed her, it looked like an envelope and Granger distractedly fiddled with it as the Sorting Ceremony continued.
"Is that the kid?" Theo whispered to Draco from the other side of Blaise.
Draco was distracted from the scene over at the Gryffindor table by McGonagall calling
"Edlin Maddock."
Draco watched as the dark haired boy he'd shared the boat with approached the Sorting hat which McGonagall placed on his head.
Draco glanced at Blaise, the gossip king
"Hear anything about him on the train."
Blaise shrugged
"Nope." He said. "Never even heard the name before. Why are you so interested?"
Draco wasn't even sure, they hadn't shared a single word on the boat ride to the castle yet Draco found himself curious about the kid.
"No reason." Draco muttered.
The hat sat upon the dark hair for minutes while the hall whispered, it was rate to get a hat stall let alone two in the same group. Finally the hat proclaimed
"RAVENCLAW!"
And the dark haired boy jumped off the stool and made his way to the Ravenclaw table. Draco just shook his head, at least he had predicted correctly. While they hadn't spoken on the boat the boy had watched him with a calculating look and Draco had a feeling the boy was wise beyond his young years. Draco wondered if the war had played some room in the dark look in the boys eyes.
Hermione sat on the edge of her bed, the envelope open in her hands and it's contents lying on her bed.
She still couldn't understand it.
"I'm really sorry Hermione" Ginny said, while Harry sitting next to her looked caught between angry and ashamed. "I told him he needed to tell you before you left but…"
Ginny stopped and sighed, once again left to clean up her brothers mess
"I just didn't think it was my place to tell you." Ginny said apologetic.
"It's ok, Ginny" Hermione said, "You're right. Ron should have told me. I just… I just… don't understand why he didn't."
Harry shrugged
"You know what Ron's like Hermione. He's not great explaining his feelings."
Hermione sighed again and snatched the letter off her bed.
Dear 'Mione I'm sorry to be a prat and tell you this by letter. I tried to talk to you at the station but that git Malfoy interrupted. I'm sorry 'about that too, Mione. I didn't mean to hurt you but I just lost it. I hope you can forgive me for that. And I hope you can forgive me for this too. I'm not coming back to Hogwarts this year. This ministry is short on Aurors and they've offered me and Harry a place in the training program without needing to go get our NEWTs. You know I was only doing them to get into the Auror program. You're probably pretty pissed at me right now but I know you'll see my way once you see how well I'll do in the program. Love, Ron.
That was all she had gotten. A little scrap of parchment from her boyfriend explaining that he had given up on his Hogwarts education to go off hunting dark wizards. Honestly though, Hermione wasn't even that angry about Ron deciding not to do his NEWTs, she was angry that he didn't tell her and that he had lied every time she had excitedly talked about spending their last year of Hogwarts together.
She still didn't understand why he hadn't just told her months ago.
"What about you Harry?" she had asked, as they were all walking to the new dormitories. Hermione had tried to wait but she had need to know why Ron hadn't come back and read the letter as they walked back after leaving the new 1st years in Gryffindor tower. "Ron said you were offered a place too."
Harry nodded but said
"I've always loved Hogwarts, even after last year, I don't want to miss out on my last year. Even if it means I have to live through the NEWTs."
Looking at Ginny, obviously smitten, Harry gave a goofy grin and said
"Plus, I don't want to be away from my girlfriend for months at a time."
Looking at Hermione and realising what he had said Harry blushed and said
"Sorry 'Mione! That's not to say that Ron… er…"
He shut up realising he was only digging himself a deeper hole. Ginny rolled her eyes at her boyfriend but Hermione saw her give Harry's hand a small squeeze of appreciation.
"It's ok, Harry." Hermione sighed but it did make her wonder.
Had Ron really not cared enough to wait one more year to start his Auror career. No, she thought, that was selfish, if this was the decision that Ron had made she had to try and be supportive.
Ginny nudged Harry and nodded at Hermione
"Uh" said Harry, making Hermione look up at him "I should tell you something else too."
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Ron and I had a bit of a row about it." Harry said, "We originally decided that neither of us was going to take the offer."
Hermione's brow wrinkled.
"What made Ron change his mind?" she asked.
"Well, he decided to go because I wasn't." Harry muttered, a dark look crossing his face before embarrassment replaced it.
"What?" Hermione said shaking her head, why wouldn't Ron want to go with his best friend? It made no sense, Harry and Ron had always planned on going into Auror training together.
"Because he's a prat with insecurity issues." Piped in Ginny.
Harry shushed Ginny and told Hermione
"Ron said he was sick of always being in my shadow. If he went into the program this year he would be Ron Weasley: war hero turned Auror."
Hermione raised her eyebrows at that, less than humble statement, to which Ginny growled
"His words of course."
Harry nodded and continued
"But if he went with me next year he would be Ron Weasley: The Chosen Ones Sidekick."
Hermione let out a deep sigh, she always knew Ron hated being the youngest brother and constantly wanted to make his own mark on the world but she had hoped that after his impacts on the war he would understand that people saw his as a hero in his own right, not just as Harry's best friend.
"I'm sorry, Harry." Hermione said "Are you two alright?"
It felt weird to comfort Harry about Ron but then she wasn't the only one who had been abandoned by his departure.
Harry shrugged
"Dunno, I mean it's Ron. He always comes around right, and I understand where he's coming from."
Ginny snorted, but shut up at a look from Harry.
Hermione nodded slightly but still sighed.
How the hell had this year already ended up so far from what she had planned. Hermione threw the letter away from her again and cast a silencing spell over her bed. She knew what Ron was doing wasn't to hurt her but still, she would rather if Pansy didn't hear her crying herself to sleep.
A/N: Hope you've enjoyed this chapter!
If you did let me know in the comments and, I don't know... I'll bake you cookie m'okay?
Next chapter will be out on the 23rd of November in celebration of Wolfenoot.
Until then,
Lexi.
PS. I have added a note to the being of chapter 1 but in case you've been following along with the updates I just wanted to let you know that at some point in this story there will be some darker topics including references to and/or some descriptions of rape and torture. I'll be adding trigger warnings to any chapters I think need them and if a chapter does have darker content I'll be adding a summary to the next chapter for anyone who does not want to/ can't read those sections.
PPS. I've got this idea for another Dramione fic rolling around in my head and I know I should concentrate on this one but merlin this idea wants out. Merp, I'm screwed either way.
