(Not) Romeo and Juliet
Sumary: Draco Malfoy, a cold pureblooded wizard, was the Slytherin Ice Prince. Harry Potter, a happy go lucky hero, was the Gryffindor Golden Boy. They came from two Houses with a long and heavy rivalry in Hogwarts history. When they found love in each other, could they fought all the differences and faced all the prejudices? When their Inheritance came, would their love enough to fight their own instincts? Their story was very much like Romeo and Juliet. But they were not Romeo and Juliet, were they?
Warning: This is Draco/Harry pairing, so yeah, it's slash! Including mpreg. So, don't like don't read! It's situated in the 7th year, so ignore DH and HBP. This is a creature fic. I love Sirius, so he's not dead!
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Still not mine, obviously
A.N. Hello, everyone! I am so happy and thankful for all wonderful reviews you gave me for the previous chapter! Hre's Drarry cushions for you! Also, thanks a lot for all of you who put this story to your alert and favorite list.
Anyway, this is unbeta-ed bacause my beta is still unavailable. I'm wondering is there any of you willing to be my beta? A reviewer told me that my grammar and spelling is not good enough and I realize that. PM me if you interested!
On with the story..
Chapter 11
Guests from the Past
"It's not my dorm room," Harry mumbled when he opened his eyes and found out that he didn't surrounded by red curtain. He blinked his eyes several times and reached out for his glasses on his bed side table. After his sight became clear, he recognized the bed hanging, forest green with silver thread stitched in pretty pattern. It was his room at Grimmauld Place. He frowned. He didn't suppose to be here. His frown deepened when his memories about yesterday event at the Headmaster office came back to him.
"Remus... How dare he?" the raven haired boy sat up and walked briskly to the kitchen where he suspected the old werewolf where. He opened the kitchen door with a loud bang. As he predicted, Remus and Sirius were enjoying their breakfast at the moment. He growled at the sight of the old wolf. The two adults looked at him with wide shocked eyes, not that he noticed it in his fury.
"What were you thinking separating me from Draco? How dare you?" he hissed in between his gritted teeth. Remus gulped. The commanding and enraged aura of an Alpha blazed from Harry made him want to cower and run for his life. Harry had transformed into that half beast McGonagall told them before. It was frightening sight. No wonder the Gryffindors that saw him the day before were shaken to the bone.
But as a friend of James that had promised to protect Harry at all means, Remus swallowing his fear and looked at Harry dead in the eyes. "I did what I have to, Harry."
"What you have to? Separating us is what you have to?"
"Yes, Harry. We have to separate you two in order to protect you. It's for your own safety."
"My safety? Do you think that with you took away Draco from me you can protect me? Protect me from what exactly? And what about him? Who will protect him now I'm here?" Harry hissed, still too angry to speak normally.
"Harry, he is a vampire. You know his kind is dangerous for..." Remus couldn't finish his sentence as Harry suddenly had his claw on Remus shirt collar and shoved the old wolf to the wall.
"Don't you dare tell me what could endanger my life. I know that already. And Draco is not a danger!" he growled at his former DADA teacher's face. "Don't you dare!"
Harry let out one more growl when he felt someone touched his shoulder. He turned around to see a wary face of his godfather. "Harry, he didn't mean it like that. Let us explain?" Sirius said carefully, didn't want to enrage the seemingly dangerous half beast. Harry snarled at the black haired adult. Sirius gulped, but one look at blue faced Remus he knew he had to stop his godson. "Please, Harry?"
Harry let go of Remus at Sirius pleading voice. The old werewolf slumped into the floor and heaved a deep breath; trying to have more oxygen. Sirius went to his best friend and helped him to sit on one of the chair. Harry, still standing, crossed his arms on his chest and narrowed his glowing eyes. "Explain!"
"Sit down, Harry," Sirius said. He still had his hand on Remus back and rubbed it gently to help Remus regain his breath. Harry sat down, his body still taut with anger. "What Remus meant is that if you really a werewolf now, it's very dangerous to place you together with Draco."
"Wha-" Harry opened his mouth to argue. But Sirius stopped him with his hand.
"It's not that we think he could endanger you. Not at all. I know Draco could control his urges and you were perfectly safe with him. But you must understand. Werewolves are natural enemies of vampires. The full moon is near and we don't know what would happen to you then. We just took a precaution. If you really transform into a werewolf then, it will be dangerous not only for you, but for Draco as well. A confrontation between a werewolf and a vampire is never pretty, Harry."
Harry mulled it over in his head. It was a logical reasoning. He didn't know exactly what would happen to him when the full moon came now. He didn't know if he would transform into a werewolf or he would just dream about Elthan and Leonel like usual. Now that he apparently could half transform outside the full moon, he wasn't sure it would be just like the usual. But, he was not a bitten werewolf. He wasn't even sure he was officially a werewolf. So, something had to be different with him.
"Alright. But how do you know, if I really transform, that I will pick a fight with Draco? I mean, we are not normal werewolf and vampire. Both of us have never got bitten. Draco changed into a vampire in some kind of, well, Creature Inheritance process. And we know for sure that a normal werewolf could never half transform even if in the full moon. Hell, I don't know what would happen to me tomorrow night."
"That's the problem, Harry. We don't know what will happen. We know you two aren't normal cases and there's no one have heard about this kind of occurrence. Not even Dumbledore. So, we need to take a precaution. Can you understand that, Harry?"
"I... But, what about my dreams? Didn't they explain enough about Draco's and my conditions? And our theories? If we're really their reincarnates, should we be safe enough around each other? I mean, in those dreams, werewolves were made for vampires' Guardian. So that mean I am Draco's Guardian, am I not?"
"Harry..." Remus said softly. Harry turned to see Remus and immediately felt guilty. The lycan still looked out of breath and slightly blue. "We know how you treasure Draco. How precious Draco is for you. You told us before and we could see it clearly in the way you talked about him every training session. You know, I used to be wary of him when I smelt his vampirism the first time you brought him to our session. But you convinced me trough your stories of him. I know you never told us about his vampirism, but from what you told us about your growing friendship with him, I know he would never bring danger to you.
"But Harry, you were fully human then. A strong willed vampire could be safe for human and I know from when I taught him that Draco is nothing but stubborn. But now that you show sign of werewolf in you, I... Harry, you must understand what exactly the animosity between werewolves and vampires means. It's not only because we hate each other because some wars or betrayal or anything that happened between us in the past. At least as far as the history recorded about it. There was a big war, yes, but it's not solely because of that. It's more complicated than that.
"You have to know Harry, for us, werewolves, vampires have this... how can I call it? Scent, I think. They have this specific scent that drove werewolves mad. I don't know, but that sickeningly sweet scent of a vampire just rise the animal instinct we have inside. When we are in human form, the scent is still there and still makes us sick, but not overly so. The closer to the full moon, the more that scent affects us. I can't say anything about a vampire, but I guess it's the same for them.
"Now that we suspect that you are a werewolf, I thought that we should play in the safe side, Harry. I, we, don't want take a chance you or Draco getting hurt because of your instincts. All of us don't want you two go ballistic to each other. I know you don't want it, do you?"
Harry shook his head in resignation. He knew Remus was right. If he really transformed into a werewolf this full moon, which was very likely to happen as he already half transformed yesterday, it would be very risky to be in the same place with Draco. Sure, his and Draco's transformation were different with the normal vampires and werewolves. Sure, they had theories why it could happen based on his dreams and visions. But his dreams only told so much and the theories could be wrong. He bit his lip. Maybe this separation was for the best. He didn't want to hurt Draco.
"Maybe you're right," he said, looking so sad and so resigned that his godfather moved to sit beside him and rubbed his back gently. "But I don't have to like though!"
"Harry, if there was another way, we wouldn't do it. It will be hard. But I know you can do it," Remus smiled kindly.
"I know. I'm sorry for earlier," he said to Remus who waved his hand and smiled in answer to his apology.
"And if nothing happen, you will be in your pretty boyfriend by Tuesday! Two days will fly away so fast it will feel like nothing!" his overly cheerful god father pat him hard on the back, Harry coughed.
"Two days, huh. What if in two days Draco gets in trouble? I won't be there to safe him then. I supposed to be his Guardian..." Harry wondered without thinking. His godfather and honorary godfather shared a confused look at the word Guardian. They had never had heard of that term. Oh, they understood enough that it meant Harry was like Draco's protector of some kind. But Harry always had been protective to the one he loved. Why the term, though? It sounded so formal like he and Draco had been through a kind of ritual and made Harry bound to Draco as his personal body guard.
"Don't worry, Harry. I think Snivellus can take care of your lovely blonde for a night or two!" Sirius said, choosing to ignore the term for a while.
"Suppose so," Harry said. Oblivious to the two adults' confusion. "Anyway, Remus, where's that Metamorphmagus of yours?" Remus smiled widely as the mention of his new wife.
"She is in her mother. Guess what Harry?" the werewolf asked Harry with unusual show of cheerful, almost childlike, enthusiasm. "Dora is pregnant!"
And then, the three males shared their joy of Remus's future child.
Draco stared to the garden on the back yard of Prince's Manor, the manor his uncle inherited from his mother, through the window that early morning. Carefully hidden in a shadow so that the sunlight that beginning to rise didn't fall to his body. He stood there all night after he recovered from his vision. He sighed heavily, just to feel the air stuck in his useless lungs. He missed Harry already.
Draco mulled over how attached he was to Harry even they just got together for, what, a day and a half? But it felt like years. It felt so right, he didn't fell weird to miss his boyfriend when they only separated for a night. He supposed he should be a little freak out that he already became dependent to Harry in a very short time. He was always an individual person. He never felt the need another human being, romantically wise, to live his life happily and contently.
But with Harry, it was as if everything suddenly clicked in his heart. Like there was a hole in his heart that he never realized before and then Harry came. He came and made Draco realized that there was indeed a hole after the raven fill it full to the brim. He chuckled to himself. It didn't make sense, even for himself. He sighed again.
It felt like he already in love with Harry. It was shocking to say the least. He never fell in love to anybody before. He didn't like how it felt like. Oh, he had loved before, of course. He loved his mother and his godfather. Hell, he even loved his father even the man was a complete bastard. But this feeling towards Harry was different. He cared deeply to the raven teen, he seemed to unable to push out Harry from his head, and he felt very warm whenever Harry was near. Maybe, he was really in love. Not that he minded it, it was a wonderful feeling.
How could he already in love with Harry was the question, though. Fancy, sure. Fell in like, absolutely. But love? He only officially became Harry's boyfriend for a day and a half. Maybe he was already in love with Harry before that? When? After he became his fast friend this whole year? Or even before that? Did his hatred for his former rival slowly morphed into something else along the way and he didn't realize it? Well, maybe. People said that there was only a fine line between love and hatred, after all. Not that it really matter. Loving Harry felt so right and so wonderful that Draco didn't mind even for a bit.
His mulling stopped, though, when he heard footsteps towards his room. Draco turned around at the sound of his door being clicked open. He smiled at his godfather when the metallic smell of blood assaulted his nose. "Morning, Uncle Sev. Do you bring my breakfast?"
"Good morning. How are you?" Severus put the tray on the coffee table and sat down on the armchair in front of it. Draco sat across the sour Potion Master and took his cup of red thick liquid. His godfather scrunched his nose in distaste when Draco sipped his blood as if it was the most delicious thing in the world. Then again, for Draco the vampire, maybe it was.
"I cope. Thank you," Draco said with almost aloof voice.
"Draco, this separation is a necessary precaution. You understand that, don't you?" Severus asked his godson with a hint of concern in his voice. Draco let out a small smile. He knew his godfather was not as coldhearted as people believed.
"I do understand, Uncle Sev. I know you adults just try to protect us. Not that I think it's needed. But I understand that and it is always better be safe than sorry."
"Good."
There was a moment of silence as the two of them nursing their cups. Of course, Severus had tea in his cup. Not blood. As much the rumor of him being a vampire spread out at Hogwarts, Severus was nothing but wizard. "Your father asked me about your where you are, yesterday. He said that you haven't replied his letter."
"I haven't," Draco confirmed it. "I didn't, still don't, feel it necessary to reply his letter." Severus raised his eyebrow, Draco wasn't known as a disrespectful and rebellious boy. He was always well mannered. A perfect example of an aristocrat pureblooded heir. Not replying his own father's letter was just rude. It must be the influence of that Potter boy.
"May I ask you why?"
"He asked me, no, demanded me, to join his Lord's cause. He said that it is my obligation as a Malfoy to use all my 'ability' to support the 'purification of Wizarding World'. The Dark Lord wants my power as a vampire to join his force and he wants me to bring the other of my kind to his side. He uses my father to get to me."
"And you don't because?"
"Come on, Uncle Sev! I am a Malfoy! A Malfoy never grovels to anybody's feet. I refuse to join the crazy half-blood hypocrite. I refuse to lower myself in front of that mad man. I thought you know it, Uncle." Severus smirked at his godson's answer.
"Very good, Draco. Now, what shall I say to your father about your whereabouts?"
"Just say I'm at Dumbledore's safe house or something. I think it's time for me to make statement,"
"You want me to tell Lucius about your involvement with the Golden Boy?"
"Sure. It will be interesting to see his and his Lord's faces when their supposed to be newest weapon blinded by the Savior's bright persona instead of their oh-so-tempting darkness of a soul."
Draco shared an amused smirk with his godfather.
Harry sighed. He already stared blankly to the same page of the book on his lap for hours now. He couldn't concentrate on the words printed on the old paper. He snapped the book close and leaning back to the arm of the couch he was seating on. He ran his hand through his messy black hair, made it more unruly than usual. He was already this restless since after breakfast. After Remus went to see his wife and Sirius was off to God-know-where, he tried to distract himself so he was not constantly thinking about a certain beautiful blonde vampire.
First off, he tried to finish all the essays that were his homework. But he just doodled Draco's name in his parchment. Then, he tried to cook as he usually did when he was stressed. But he was too distracted that he almost lost his fingers. He walked around the house only to find there was nothing interesting in this ancient building. His last attempt was to go to library, hoping that there was an interesting enough book for him to read. He grabbed random book and sat on one of the couch. But when afternoon came, he hadn't move from the first page of the book.
Okay, so, he couldn't stop thinking about Draco. But could you blame him? Draco had always been the love of his life since, well, he didn't know since when exactly. What he knew was that the feeling he had for that loner fourth year, who only had his owl to talk to, had been growing. That silly crush slowly morphed into love, not that he already told Draco that though. They only had been boyfriends for two days after all. Harry sighed more heavily. Oh, how he missed that blonde Slytherin.
His mourning was cut short when the fire on the kitchen fireplace roared to life. He stood up from the comfortable couch and stretched a bit. He walked to the kitchen to see if that was Sirius or somebody else. He was shocked when he saw some of Weasley family members plus Hermione crowded the kitchen. There were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the twins, and Charlie.
"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry's voice was cracked. Mrs. Weasley looked around and smiled widely at him.
"Oh, Harry!" she said as she pulled Harry into her famous tight hug. Harry gladly hugged her back. "Arthur and I have heard about what happened, Harry," Mrs. Weasley whispered in his ear without letting him go of her hug. "I'm sorry you have to be separated with your boyfriend, dear."
Harry pulled himself to look at his surrogate Mother with awe. "You don't hate me? Or... or angry?"
"For what, Harry?"
"Well, first off, I'm gay. And I'm dating a Malfoy, a Death Eater's son. A Slytherin. It doesn't bother you?" he asked her with small voice that the Weasley Matriarch needed to pull him in another hug. But she didn't. She just put her hands on Harry's cheeks and looked straight at the pool emerald of Harry's eyes.
"Of course not, Harry dear. I don't mind that you are gay. I have to admit that that bit of Death Eater's son is quite disturbing me. But I believe that he is different with his father. I know you wouldn't fall in love to him if he was evil, would you Harry?" she said with kind voice that only a mother could have. Harry shook his head; his eyes already glistened with soon-to-be-fallen tears.
"But, but Ron... and Ginny?" he asked Mrs. Weasley with unbelieving eyes. The Weasley Matriarch only smiled warmly.
"Oh, don't mind them! Ron is being childish, holding grudge to a change person. I mean, from what I heard from Hermione here, that Malfoy child has stopped taunting you since, what, sixth year? And Ginny, she will get over you," Mrs. Weasley said, waving her hand as to order Harry to ignore her youngest children. "I only want you to be happy, Son. If Draco Malfoy is the one that make you happy, then so be it."
Harry hugged Mrs. Weasley tightly. He was so happy that someone he thought as his own mother approved of his relationship with Draco. He knew the hatred history between the Weasleys and the Malfoys. And with Ron and Ginny were so opposed even his friendship with Draco, not to mention romantic relationship, Harry was scared that the other Weasley would share the same sentiment with their two youngest children. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley..." he said with teary voice.
"You're welcome, Dear," Mrs. Weasley patted Harry's head affectionately.
When Harry let go of his surrogate mother, the twins immediately sandwiched him. They put their arms on Harry's shoulders. They looked at him with wide matching grins that Harry couldn't help but gave them his own wide smile. "Hey, guys!"
"So, Harry. The wind told us that..."
"You are involved in a..."
"Romantic relationship with a certain..."
"Pretty and gorgeous blonde devil."
"Is that true?" they finished their question together. Harry always found it amusing, the way they finished each other sentences like that.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure I have a gorgeous blonde little devil of my own," Harry said cheerfully, wondering how would Draco react if Harry called him little devil. The image of Draco in a tight leather shorts with cute little red horns sprouted between his silky blonde hair and a long tail swished from his bottom immediately assaulted Harry's mind. It was sexy. Harry felt his cheeks became hot. He was sure he was blushing.
"Naughty, naughty Harry..." one of the twins said. Harry thought it was Fred.
"What popped out in your head making you blushing like that?" George asked. From the increasing hotness on his cheeks, Harry knew his face was already as red as a tomato.
"Wha, What? Nothing!" he squeaked. The twins tsk-ed and shook their head with a very exaggerating disappointed expression.
"Harry, Harry, Harry... What would Malfoy said if..."
"He knew you imagining naughty things about..."
"Him?" Harry felt like his face was going to explode with embarrassment. The occupants of the kitchen laughed, having followed the conversation between the three.
As it was, the Weasleys stayed until dinner came. Mr. Weasley still engaged with Remus, who was back around lunch with Tonks, in a discussion about something related to the Order. The twins dragged Sirius to a corner and consulted about their newest invention to the older prankster. Harry and Hermione, who decided to stay at Grimmauld for the holiday, help Mrs. Weasley to prepare their food. All in all, Harry could enjoy the afternoon without pinning for Draco too much.
Draco was alone at the Prince's Manor this afternoon. His godfather was running an errand for Dumbledore. When Draco asked where he would go, the Potion Master sneered and muttered something like 'blasted potion for that ungrateful brat and old werewolf'. So, Draco thought that he was going to wherever Harry was, right now to give the Gryffindor the Wolfsbane Potion. It was still unclear whether Harry would change into a werewolf tomorrow night or not. But as he said to his uncle before, it was better be safe than sorry.
Without anything amusing to do, Draco found himself staring to the backyard once more. He stood behind the shadow and gazed to the forest that surrounding the manor. He saw the snow covering the top of the trees. The sky was clear with a cloud or two floating lazily across it. Sometimes, Draco could see the birds flying around. He knew that his uncle had a kind of conservatory in a patch of the forest that always warm for the birds and the other animals. All in all, this afternoon was very peaceful and Draco intended to enjoy it as much as he could. Even if he couldn't enjoy the rare winter sun outside.
But the stillness of the Earth was soon disturbed when Draco saw the trees shacking unnaturally on faraway forest. He narrowed his already sensitive eyes to look more clearly. He couldn't see a thing until some second later, he felt like he was being watched. He directed his silver orbs to the edge of the forest and saw a woman with pale skin and long golden hair stood under the shadow of the trees. She was so fast! Draco thought. If she was the one who made the movement of the trees before, she was indeed very fast. It was almost three miles from the edge and the blonde lady could arrive in second.
The lady continued her observation of Draco for a while before disappeared from the sight. Draco looked around to find the woman again to no avail. He began to feel unease. How if the blonde woman was someone that Voldemort sent to catch him? Then, he heard a soft crack behind him. A sound of apparition. He spun around and quickly stored his magic to his hand. But he stopped his attack when he recognized the face of the blonde woman.
"You look so much like him..." the woman said with sad eyes. It was her pair of startling blue eyes that made Draco recognized her.
"You are... Camilla, right? Elthan's sister?" he asked. Camilla smiled and nodded.
"So, you already know who I am, and my brother too. How?" Draco gestured to the couch and waited until both of them were seated before answered.
"My... A friend of mine dreamed about your brother and you were there as well," Camilla raised her delicate eyebrow, that very much like Draco's, in confusion.
"Dream?"
"Dreams actually."
"Care to tell me, ah... Sorry, but how could I call you?"
"Oh, yes, sorry. I'm Draco Malfoy. Call me Draco, please."
"Okay, so, Draco. Can you tell me about these dreams, please?"
"Sure..." Draco thought that Camilla, as Elthan's sister, could explain at least for a bit about Harry's dreams and the connection between Harry and himself. And he felt that Camilla had a right to know that her brother was, if the theories were right, reincarnated as him. Camilla listened carefully at Draco's explanation.
"That explains it," she said in awe.
"Explain what?"
"The feeling I got sometimes ago. The feeling that made me went around the world to find you."
"Do I really need to drink this potion?" Harry said warily to the adults that seated around the kitchen table.
"It's just for a safety measure if you indeed transform into a werewolf tonight, Harry," Remus explained with apologetic look on his face. Harry peered into the goblet and saw a smoky and bubbly potion. It was scary, like it could burn your throat when you gulped it down.
"O, Okay. But what if I didn't transform?"
"You have to know, Mr. Potter, that Wolfsbane Potion has no effects whatsoever to a normal wizard," Snape said with a sneer, no doubt once again mocking Harry's potion making skill.
"It's okay, Harry," Remus said reassuringly to him. Harry nodded. He drank the entire goblet's content in one big gulp.
At seven that night, Harry was already on his bed, waiting for something to happen. But as the clock ticked to midnight, there was nothing happened to him but sleepy. He yawned and rolled to his side before sleep took him away.
Harry opened his eyes and found that he was laid on soft thick grass. He sat up and looked at the surrounding. He was in a clearing of a forest. The clearing was quite big and surrounded by trees. Flowers were blossomed all across the field in colors and shapes. The sky was so blue and the birds chirped cheerfully on the trees. It was very peaceful.
What happen to me? Where's this?
Harry snapped his head when suddenly, he heard a crack of broken twig behind him. His eyes widened when he saw a big black wolf walked his way. It was the biggest wolf he had ever seen. Half way, the wolf transformed into a handsome young man with unruly raven hair and soft green eyes. The man was more or less in Harry's height. He was nicely muscled, not too bulky. He wore a black tunic with light brown trousers and black hide boots. Harry frowned, he knew this man from somewhere. But he couldn't quite place it.
"Hello, Harry," the man said with nice baritone voice.
"Uh, hi..." Harry said unsurely. He should be worried that he was in God-knows-where with a stranger that could transform into a very big wolf and he didn't have his wand with him. But what Harry felt was just confusion and curiosity. Somehow he knew that the man was not dangerous. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"Harry, you must recognize me. My bonded and I appeared in your dreams more than once, did we not?" Harry's jaw dropped to the floor when finally recognition hit him.
"You are Leonel, aren't you?"
"Yes. I'm Leonel."
"Wow..." Harry was amazed. Leonel and Elthan was real person! "I have so much to ask to you!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.
"Ah, I guess you would. Well, I have much to tell you. Let's sit here, first," Leonel waved his hands and a big tree log appeared. Harry sat beside the werewolf, ready to hear some explanation.
A.N. So, that's it, pals! Camilla came to Draco and Leonel came to Harry. As for why not Elthan that came to Draco, you have to remember that Draco was a vampire. So, he couldn't sleep. what do you think?
I want to ask you, what do you think I should do to Ron and Ginny? I still haven't decided it yet..
And this is the answer for some anyninomus review:
Guest 1: "please, please, please update soon! this story is amazing and awesome!"
Thank you! I'm glad you like this story!
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Wow, thank you!
Guest 3: "This is a really interesting idea for s story. You must have a really good imagination. There are a few very minor problems with the word choice, tense, and pluralization. Sorry if I'm nitpicking."
Thanks you for telling that the idea is interesting! Yes, I realize that my writing is not perfect. I'm not an English speaker. But believe me, I tried as best as i can do and my beta is currently unavailable.
That's all! Review, please! Apple pudding with chocolate for all who review! (I made it yesterday and it was sooooo yummy!)
