Someday Sunny Skies
by xxxCheezItxxx
Full Summary of Story: Hermione Granger and best friend Harry Potter are in the Final Battle when plans go astray and the duo get hit with fatal curses. Instead of death, however, they find themselves at the root of their problem and hopefully they can change their fate before time runs out. Eventual TR/HG.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the plot. And last chapter, I got the meanings of the names from
Words this Chapter: 5,037
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Truth...In All Aspects
Tom's POV
Tom's dark hair, which incidentally was the color of a fresh Polyjuice Potion, flipped loftily as his feet ran full-speed toward the direction where Hermione and Harry had just emerged from.
He visibly cringed. He remembered the sight of Hermione in Harry's arms, shaking and sobbing. Her clothes were ripped in places, as if they were torn off of her shaking body. Knowing Malfoy, that's probably what happened. As much as Tom hated to admit this, he was absolutely grateful that Harry had held Hermione so closely. He knew that was why she wasn't as worked up as a raped person usually was. But, then again, she wasn't full-on raped, and Tom would have to thank Harry immensely for ensuring that.
Tom felt his eyes flash a red as he found the body of Antoine Avery lying unconscious in the middle of a corridor. Tom kicked him with all his might. He wanted him to hurt, to suffer. He muttered a reawakening spell on him and watched grimly as Avery shifted into a sitting position, rubbing his head as though he were in pain. He looked up at Tom and smirked.
"Hello, Lord Voldemort," he said casually. However, he noticed the spark of over-angriness in Tom's eyes and he cowered back.
"You're going to pay," Tom threatened seriously, "You're going to pay badly. Come with me."
It was not a request. Avery, still frightened greatly, followed with a sense of foreboding as Tom woke up Lourdes Snape and Reversius Black. Tom angrily pushed open the classroom door that held a bloody and unconscious Abraxas Malfoy.
After all the Slytherins were reawakened, Tom grabbed a random book and threw it straight at Malfoy.
"What the bloody hell do you think you were doing?" Tom screeched after casting a Silencer on the room. He threw another book that hit the unlucky Lourdes Snape.
"We were only doing you a favor, Master," said the cowering Avery.
"A favor? A FAVOR!" Tom bellowed angrily. "What kind of favor, might I ask, were you doing? In case you haven't realized, I'm trying to find out about Skylar and Astin! And with you four going out and raping her, leading her to the assumption that I sent you to do it, is NOT helping!"
Tom paced and in his fury, shot the Cruciatus, wanting someone to hurt for what they did to Hermione. Malfoy got hit and his screams punctured the air. Tom watched mercilessly until he finally lifted his wand away from the blonde in pain.
"I'm—I'm sorry, my lord," Malfoy gasped.
"I do not forgive, Abraxas, as you should know by now," Tom responded dismissively. "Listen, I'm bored of playing games. Let me get to the point." He dropped his voice to a menacing whisper, still bearing his rage. "If any of you, or anyone else for that matter, lay a hand on Skylar, you'll have me to deal with. And I will be a hell of a lot angrier than I am now."
With that, Tom turned on his heel and sauntered out.
Hermione's POV
Hermione continued to cry as she and Harry walked to their quarters. Harry whispered consolingly soft things in her ear, carrying her as she shook and sobbed. She was chilling and she shivered as frosty air seeped onto her Malfoy-tainted skin through the holes in her clothing. She ignored Riddle the entire time Harry yelled at him, suffering in her own little world. At the moment, she only wanted to cry and shower and kill Riddle. It seemed very tempting.
Harry rubbed her soothingly as she used his shoulder as a sponge for her sopping eyes. Soon, she was being dumped onto a bed gently.
"Hermione," Harry's loving voice said. "Hermione, you can shower or you can rest…but either way, feel better, I love you."
Hermione tried to smile, because she knew that she loved him like a brother more than she ever had. "Thank you," she managed before walking toward the bathroom for a nice, warm shower.
She stripped off her torn clothes and immediately disposed of them, not wanting to ever be reminded of how she got them. However, as she stared at her baby-soft skin in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel disgusting. Malfoy's lanky hands had touched her there—her eyes roamed down—and there—her eyes darted down yet—and there—and her eyes reached a point where she felt like vomiting as she remembered the feeling of his unpleasant fingertips stroking her there.
She hastily wandered into the shower, unable to look at her contaminated body, letting the water wash away her tear-tainted skin. Hermione scrubbed harshly at her body, washing away the infectivity that Malfoy's hands had left on her.
After a soothing twenty-minute shower, Hermione stumbled into bed, thanking the Gods that they had blessed her with Harry.
The next day, as Harry and Hermione headed toward the Great Hall for breakfast, Hermione begged Harry not to make her go in the Great Hall.
"Hermione," Harry said seriously, "This is exactly what they want! To make you scared to face them. Don't be cowardly! Be strong! We've been through graver things than this, and you can make it through because you're Hermione Granger. You're just…strong!"
Hermione blushed at the compliments. "But, Harry…"
She wavered at Harry's stern glare. He really needed her to be strong right now, and she was going to do it. For Harry. Inhaling a large breath, she nodded and pushed open the door, laughing animatedly with Harry as though absolutely nothing had happened.
She saw, discreetly out of the corner of her eye, that the seventh-year Slytherins were watching her rather closely. Malfoy had a tentative smirk on his face, almost as if he was expecting her to blush and cry or something of that sort.
However, Hermione held strong and did not do so. She continued to laugh and chat with Harry about such-and-such and would take furtive glances at the Slytherins every so often.
After about her sixth sneak-peek, she noticed that Snape, Avery, and Black had lost interest. Malfoy was looking quite put out. To Hermione's shock, Tom was looking softly at her and then he'd turn to Malfoy and look angry.
Was it possible that he hadn't sent those slimy snakes to rape her? Did they do it on their own accord?
No, Hermione told herself sternly. Just as she was about to dwell on it further, Dumbledore came striding over to her and Harry. He looked positively gleeful about something. Harry and Hermione looked at each other for an answer, but both shrugged.
Dumbledore's hurried strides captivated plenty of attention throughout the Hall. As he grew closer and closer, Harry and Hermione grew more curious.
Finally, he was right behind them. He glanced around the Gryffindor Table, then at the entire Hall, and noticed that he had captured the attention of almost everyone. He said, in his usual, jovially loud voice, "In my office, if you please? I have found something you two might find interesting." The twinkle in his eye could be seen from a mile away.
Harry and Hermione exchanged another confused look and a shrug, and together the three left the Great Hall, faintly hearing the whispers trailing behind them.
As they entered the Transfiguration classroom, Dumbledore shut the door behind them and locked it, along with casting a Silencing Charm.
"Before I show you my revelation, I must ask: Do you two even want to return to your time?" Dumbledore looked at them inquisitively, waiting patiently as they contemplated their answer. Hermione spoke first.
"Well, sir—I can't really say that I do. Unless things change, of course. If the course of history is changed enough to prevent what happened back at home, then I would be delighted to return. Otherwise, I must say no; there's not a home to go to." She looked down at her shoes quietly, wondering where the conversation was going.
"I agree with Hermione," Harry said. His legs shifted. "I can't say I want to go back—unless things change—but I don't want to stay here either. It feels like we don't belong anywhere; on any part of the timeline. I feel like an outcast no matter what time we're positioned in."
"As do I," Hermione piped up. "I agree with Harry completely."
Dumbledore seemed to be studying them, his brain gears working hard. "I see. I can understand where those opinions come from, most certainly. If—if it isn't too much, would you two be able to explain to me the gist of your lifetimes?" Glancing at Hermione, he added, "Magical lifetimes, I mean?"
Hermione didn't even want to ask how he knew of her bloodlines. Probably from Slughorn or something. Glancing at Harry, she saw he was looking pale, yet a light shade of green.
"Sir, wouldn't that ruin the timeline?" she asked.
"Yes, it would, my dear," he answered evasively. "But you two have said it yourself—you want the timeline to change. Awful things happen to time-meddlers, if used selfishly. However, if it to change the world for the better, you must simply be careful. Besides, your mere presence affects the timeline. Now, if you will, explain the course of your life to me?"
"I'll explain everything," she said shakily. She swiftly caught Harry's thankful glance, and she took in a large breath.
"This year, you will defeat Grindelwald," Hermione started. She saw Dumbledore's pleased look. "Thinking about it now, I realize we may help. However, I'm not sure. A Skylar Broston and Astin Mottell were never in the history books. But I'm getting sidetracked. Anyway, Grindelwald will be defeated. A few years after graduation, Tom Riddle will become Lord Voldemort. Voldemort is going to grow to be the worst and most feared wizard our world has ever known."
"Was that the dark wizard you spoke of during your arrival?" Dumbledore interjected. Hermione nodded. Dumbledore looked livid.
"I don't know what happens until 1975. Voldemort will be at large then, during one of his most powerful periods. A man named James Potter, Harry's father, will be in his sixth year of school, along with some people named Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, and Peter Pettigrew. The four boys will be the best of friends and James will have a massive crush on Lily. It won't be until one year later, in their seventh year, that Lily agrees to go out with James. After graduation, Lily and James got married. In 1978, the couple, Remus, Sirius, and Peter were still the best of friends. What they didn't know was that Peter was really working for Voldemort as a spy. Around those years, I'm not quite sure which; a prophecy was made by Sybil Phyllis Trelawney and recited to you, Albus Percival Wulfur (?) Brian Dumbledore. I'm not sure of the exact words, but it mainly said that as the seventh month dies (the end of July), a boy will be born to a couple who have thrice defied Voldemort. However, this boy will know a power that the dark lord knows not. And, neither can live while the other survives, so one has to die at the hands of the other. The prophecy could have applied to two people. Harry, here, was one. The other was a good friend of ours, Neville Longbottom. However, Voldemort seemed to consider Harry more worthy of being his equal, and sidestepped Neville as just another ordinary boy."
Hermione took a deep breath and after glancing at Harry, who seemed interested in his loafers, continued. "Harry was born in 1980 to, obviously, Lily and James Potter. Voldemort found out about the prophecy from one of his followers. However, they failed to tell him about how Harry will know "power the Dark Lord knows not." So Voldemort set off after Lily and James sometime between 1980 and 1981 in order to kill Harry. Lily and James found out about this and went into hiding at Godric's Hollow. They made Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, the Secret-Keeper by using the Fidelus Charm. They knew there was a spy in their ranks, but they were unsure who. However, at the very last minute, they switched the Secret-Keeper to Peter Pettigrew, feeling that Voldemort would never think that they used Pettigrew. However, very few knew about the switch. So then Peter sealed their fate and turned them into Voldemort. Voldemort arrived at Godric's Hollow when Harry was a year old. James stalled, telling Lily to leave with Harry. However, James was killed and Lily had not escaped. Voldemort told her to step aside, but she refused. She ended up dying to save Harry. Because of this, the Killing Curse rebounded off of him and onto Voldemort. Voldemort disappeared that night, not dead, but not alive, because he used Horcruxes to gain immortality.
"Meanwhile, Sirius Black realized that Peter was the spy, so he went to Godric's Hollow, hoping to stop Peter. But it was too late, the damage was already done. Sirius confronted Peter in a Muggle street, but Peter framed him. He shouted for the whole street to hear that Sirius had betrayed James and Lily since he was known to be the Secret-Keeper and then he blew up the street and cut off of his finger, making it seem like Sirius had done it, and used to finger to make it seem like that was the only remain of Pettigrew left. Peter then transformed into a rat. He was an unregistered Animagus, along with Sirius and James, because Remus was a werewolf and they wanted to help him in their school days. Anyway, back at the alleyway, twelve Muggles were killed and Sirius was chucked into Azkaban.
"Anyhow, Hagrid—yes, the one in the hut by the Forest—found Harry alone at Godric's Hollow and gave him to you. You then sent him with his foul Muggle aunt and uncle, Lily's sister and brother-in-law. Harry grew up with the Dursleys and had no idea of his magical talents until he was eleven. To make this long story shorter, the Dursleys hated Harry and refused to tell him until they were forced by Hagrid, who appeared to give Harry his letter. Harry then started his first year at Hogwarts.
"I grew up as a Muggle as well, since my parents are Muggles. I received my letter, eager to learn about this magical world, and I started my first year at Hogwarts same as Harry. Harry met Ron Weasley at Platform 9 ¾ and the two hit it off. I came into their compartment on the train, asking if they'd seen Neville's toad. At first they didn't like me because I was snooty and bookish and they didn't like that. I was made fun of until Halloween, when a troll was let into Hogwarts. Harry and Ron saved me, and we had formed a friendship. Later on in the year, toward the end actually, we discovered the Sorceror's Stone, which was hidden at Hogwarts because it was almost stolen at Gringotts. We thought our Potions Master, Severus Snape, was trying to steal it so we took matters into our own hands. We got past a three-headed dog, Devil's Snare, flying keys, a life-size Wizard's Chess board, and a Potions riddle. In the end, Harry went on alone. In the room, he found not Snape, but our stuttering Defense professor, Quirrell. Turns out Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort. In the end, Harry beat him and Quirrell died, leaving Voldemort lifeless yet again.
"In second year, the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Muggle-borns were petrified, including me, but not before I hinted on what was inside the Chamber of Secrets. With my help, Harry and Ron went down there with our fraud Defense professor. Turns out that Ron's little sister, a first year named Ginny, was possessed by Tom Riddle's diary and she was the one who opened the Chamber. Harry left Ron and Lockhart (the professor) to keep them away from danger while he went on to save Ginny. He ended up destroying the diary (which was given to Ginny by the smarmy Lucius Malfoy) and the basilisk and saving Ginny. In third year, we come back to Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black. Sirius escaped from Azkaban, and was the first to ever do so. Harry overheard people saying that he was after him. Remus, meanwhile, was our Defense professor that year. A lot happened that year, but let me shorten it by saying that we discovered the Marauder's Map, a map made by James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter to detect every person in the school. We also discovered, one day in Hogsmeade, that Sirius was Harry's godfather and that he betrayed his parents. Well, one day, Hagrid's hippogriff, Buckbeak, was scheduled for execution and we went down to comfort Hagrid. We found Scabbers, Ron's rat who had gone missing, and Ron bit him so we went running after him. A big black dog, like the Grim, bit Ron's leg and dragged him into the tunnel below the Whomping Willow, a tree made over the Shrieking Shack for Remus to go during full moons. After getting beat up by the tree a bit, my cat pushed the knot to immobilize the tree and, accidentally leaving Harry's invisibility cloak behind, we went in. We found Sirius Black and we were mad that he had betrayed Harry's parents so badly so Harry drew his wand. Remus came in and disarmed Harry. I was mad that he embraced Sirius, so I told Ron and Harry that he was a werewolf. He told me I was the brightest witch of my age for figuring out the signs, and soon Snape came in. He wouldn't let us talk, so the three of us (Harry, Ron, and I) disarmed him and he fell unconscious. Sirius and Remus made Peter transform into a human, because he was really disguised as Ron's rat, Scabbers. Soon we believed them and were mad at Pettigrew and we left the Shrieking Shack. It was the full moon and Remus, not having taken the Wolfsbane Potion, transformed. Sirius went back into his dog form and fought the werewolf. Peter escaped as a rat, knocking out Ron. When Remus ran into the forest, Harry and I followed Sirius. There were around one hundred dementors suddenly and next thing we knew, Harry and I woke up in the Hospital Wing and we found out that Sirius was scheduled to get the Dementor's Kiss any moment. We pleaded you to let us help, and you told us to use my time-turner—which I had used during third year for extra classes—to save Buckbeak. We did, and Sirius escaped with him. We now end third year."
Hermione inhaled an extra large breath. She, however, was forced to continue so she did. "Fourth year. Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang participated in the Triwizard Tournament, hosted at Hogwarts. However, after the three champions were selected, the Goblet of Fire erupted another name. Harry's. He had to go through all of the tasks. During the last one, Cedric and Harry both grabbed the Triwizard Cup. It turned out to be a portkey and they were transported to a graveyard. Pettigrew came out and was holding what looked like an inhuman baby. They killed Cedric because he was a 'spare' and tied Harry up to Tom Riddle Sr.'s tombstone. Then Pettigrew made a potion, and Voldemort rose. He now had a real body. Since Harry's blood was part of the concoction, he was no longer protected and Voldemort could touch him. They dueled that night and Priori Incantatum happened. Harry's parents, along with Cedric, had their shadows erupt from the wand. They lingered to let Harry grab Cedric's body and grab the Portkey, returning to Hogwarts. Later that night, we found out that our Defense professor, Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, was really locked up in a trunk for the whole year and an imposter, Barty Crouch Jr., was using the Polyjuice Potion to disguise as Moody. He was killed, losing all evidence of Harry's story that Voldemort had returned to power.
"The summer after, the Ministry of Magic had been trying to deny Voldemort's return, turning you into a crazy old fool and Harry into an attention-seeking storyteller. That school year, everyone believed the Ministry and hardly anyone believed Harry (or you). That year, an absolutely foul woman from the Ministry, Dolores Umbridge, was our Defense professor—"
"Excuse me for my interruption," Dumbledore said, "but why do the criminals of the year each seem to be your Defense professor?"
"Well, ever since you denied the job to Tom Riddle, it was jinxed so that no teacher lasted longer than a year," Harry answered, not looking up. Hermione beamed at him for not throwing up.
"Yes. Anyway," Hermione said, "Umbridge was our professor but she wouldn't let us actually use spells in her classroom and she always accused Harry of lying. So behind her back, we formed the D.A., which stood for Defense Association, or Dumbledore's Army, because the Ministry was scared you'd form an army against them. Harry was the teacher and we'd have meetings throughout the year. One day, a girl ratted us out, and you ended up being suspended from the school. Well, me and Harry led Umbridge to the Forest, where she was attacked by centaurs. Then, Harry got a vision that saved Ron's dad's life—well, that was before the whole Umbridge thing, but still. It saved Mr. Weasley's life. All year, Harry had been getting visions about a long corridor in the Department of Mysteries because his scar connects him to Voldemort. Voldemort realized this, and at the end of the year, made Harry think that they'd captured Sirius—who was like Harry's father now—in the Department of Mysteries. Harry, Ron, and I—along with three of our friends—rode Thestrals there and we found out that Sirius wasn't there and we were lured there. We ended up fighting the Death Eaters, who wanted the prophecy that I told you about. However, Neville smashed it and Voldemort came and dueled with you, professor. He then fled and Sirius was killed by his cousin Bellatrix, who threw him into the Veil. When we all returned to Hogwarts, you finally told Harry about the Prophecy.
"Last year; sixth year. We were all still broken from the Department of Mysteries fiasco, but we survived. That year, you started confiding in Harry with more and more, since you knew the consequences of keeping things from him, and he confided in Ron and me. You began to show him tidbits of Tom Riddle's past through a Pensieve. Harry, meanwhile, began to grow suspicious of Draco Malfoy, our arch enemy, and Severus Snape, our Defense teacher that year. However, we only told him he was being paranoid. We learned, after that year, to trust anything Harry said, because he was right. Anyway, you began to tell Harry about Horcruxes and he was forced to get a memory from Slughorn, our Potions master, taking Snape's place. He finally received the memory. Then, you and Harry set out to fetch a Horcrux, hoping to destroy it. You had to drink a horrible potion to get it, and when you finally returned to Hogwarts you saw the Dark Mark hovering over the Astronomy Tower. Weakened, you went up there with Harry, who was wearing his Invisibility Cloak. Death Eaters were running around the school because Draco Malfoy had let them in, confirming Harry's previous suspicions. Draco met us in the Astronomy Tower while Harry was under the invisibility cloak immobilized, because you immobilized him so he wouldn't do anything rash. He had to watch as you and Draco chit-chatted, Draco bragging about his plan to kill you. However, he couldn't seem to do it and Snape came in. You were begging him, the first time anyone could remember you actually begging, but Snape—he—he—he killed you!"
At this, Hermione burst into tears. However, shakily, she continued. "That's when we found out that he was a traitor, along with Draco. They fled and then, as if your d-death wasn't enough, Harry found out that the Horcrux you two fetched was fake. So you died for nothing when you could have lived. It was this year, in the very beginning, when McGonagall decided to open the school, that the Final Battle happened. I'd—I'd rather not relive that night…"
Hermione broke off, sobbing and shaking. She felt Harry wrap his arms around her and she could feel Dumbledore peering over at her.
"That is—er—some life you two—Harry especially—have been through," was all Dumbledore could say. He was dumbfounded, to say the least. Here were two young, intelligent, strong, seventeen year olds and they had endured what some people his age didn't have to go through. It was unfair, was what it was.
"I don't know if this will make you feel any better," he said, "but—would you like a Lemon Drop?"
Hermione rose from Harry's arms and just looked at him. As he held the bag of candy out, she literally burst out laughing. She ran over to the man and hugged him. In a grandfatherly way, he patted her back.
"Is that a yes, dear?"
Hermione laughed again and grabbed one of the sweet-but-sour candies.
"Anyway, I've realized something about your past—er—future—er—whatever it is," he said, trying to lighten the mood. He saw them look questioningly at him. "It is not going on without you. It is impossible for two times to clash with each other, therefore it is an impossibility that your old life is continuing. This means that it has either evaporated and that you will be stuck here for your lifetimes, or that it has frozen in place. If that is so, you will resume your position there when you return—if you return. Unless, of course, the timeline is changed because of you two, then you will resume the position that the future has changed into. Does that make sense?"
Hermione nodded and Harry nodded as well.
"Very well, you two may be off. Thank you for confiding in me," Dumbledore said sincerely.
"We'd trust you with our life, sir," Hermione said seriously. She and Harry walked out. Hermione was still in tears, but she wasn't sad about explaining her past anymore. She felt better that she had released her feelings.
Tom's POV
Tom watched worriedly as he heard the Great Hall doors open. He recognized Harry's voice, which could only mean he was talking to Hermione. (Who else could he be talking to? Tom asked himself sarcastically.)
However, when she entered, she looked happy. She was chatting animatedly with Harry and her white teeth shined brightly as she laughed. He cast a look at Malfoy and the others who had cornered her the previous night. He saw the disinterest in Snape, Avery, and Black. He was pleased to note the disappointment in Malfoy's eyes.
Tom wanted to rush over to Hermione and just hold her. He wanted to tell her that he was sorry that his Slytherin dormmates were big arseholes. He wanted to tell her that he had nothing to do with it.
What surprised Tom the most was that he didn't want to shake these thoughts off. He liked the way they sounded. He'd never cared about anyone before and she brought new thoughts to him. Because of this mysterious girl, he no longer wanted to become a monster. He remembered the night where she said that everything she held dear to her was destroyed by an evil wizard, worse than Grindelwald. That's exactly what Tom aspired to be. But after seeing this girl that he was slowly falling for suffer so intensely by something he once wanted to be, he found he despised the previous dream. He wanted to kill whoever hurt his Hermione. He wanted her to be happy.
He watched with mild interest as Dumbledore ushered Hermione and Harry out. He noticed their confused faces and his interest grew. He left the Hall not long after. He paced behind them secretly.
As Dumbledore cast the Silencer on the room, Tom stood outside waiting. He couldn't help himself to his new thoughts. He imagined Hermione's beautiful chestnut hair and running his hands through it. He imagined her coffee eyes staring into his midnight ones, begging for love and affection. He'd give it to her. He imagined her lips, pink and swollen, kissing his passionately in front of the fireplace. He imagined romantic candles and flowers ambushing them. Tom never knew he could be so romantic. It was creepy.
He was pushed out of long, tantalizing thoughts some twenty minutes later as the door opened. He saw Hermione crying and immediately wanted to hurt Dumbledore for making her cry. Whatever he said to Hermione, Tom did not like it.
On impulse, he rushed over to her. "Hermione, are you okay?" he asked softly. Hermione looked up at him, fury and confusedness in her eyes.
"I had nothing to do with last night, you have to believe me," he said, desperation clinging onto his vocal chords. Tom tried to ignore the piercing look Harry was giving him.
"How can I believe you?" Hermione asked shakily. "You've never been nice to me."
Tom shuddered at those words. She was right. "I know," he said, hanging his head. "I'm sorry. But I want to murder Malfoy for what he did to you."
Hermione looked at him calculatingly. Looking up at Harry, she had a silent conversation with him using their eyes. She then turned around coldly and walked away from Tom.
Tom, knowing that this was his only chance to, caught up to her.
"Please believe me, Hermione," he said as he stopped her strides with his arm.
Hermione opened her mouth to undoubtedly yell at him, but when she did, Tom placed his mouth onto hers in a soft, sweet, romantic kiss. The first ever for Tom.
And, to his surprise, she did not pull away.
Haha, you guys are probably so happy I added the romance now, huh? I bet you all want to kill me for waiting twelve chapters, don't you? Haha, I'm sorry! ( : Anyhow, I hope I didn't bore you with the extremely long descriptions of her school years, but I had to add it. Gah, that took forever. Sorry for the longer-than-usual wait, too. I hope you liked it!
Love & Cheers,
Cheez It