A/N OMG!! I've already hit fifteen chapters! I can't believe it! And, what, almost TWO HUNDRED REVIEWS?!?!! This is fantastic!
Disclaimer: You know the drill, all I own is Alice and the picture on the wall (hehehe!). I own no BSB material or AC's songs. Only the things they do in this belong to me. (Like the candle-lit dinner.....)
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Chapter 15-Starting to Get Creepy
Recap: Krum's there and he knows about Harry and Hermione, thanks to a huge picture that was glued to the wall of the Great Hall (A/N btw, that's way the teachers didn't take it down, cause it was glued magically)
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For a few minutes, nobody said anything. Then, Aaron and the others came in.
"Whoa," said Aaron.
"Yikes," said Nick.
"Not good."
"Very not good."
"Couldn't get much worse."
"'Worse' is standing over there." Added the rest of the boys.
"I don't know about you," said Harry, looking warily at Krum, but speaking to Hermione. "but I'm not very hungry anymore."
"Uh uh," agreed Hermione weakly.
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(A/N This is important, so listen up! Remember when I said in a thanks, "What chance does *anyone* have against an angry Harry?" Well...)
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"Her-o-ninny!" shouted Krum, "You pathetic, stupid, peice of Mudblood bimbo trash! How could you do this to me?! I loved you!"
Instantly, Harry's face contorted into one of pure hate. "I dare you to call her that again," he growled dangerously.
"She's a pathetic, stupid, piece of Mudblood trash," Krum hissed, and charged at Hermione.
Harry immedietely stepped in front of Hermione. When Krum was a few feet away, he grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her to the side. "Oooh, good aim Vicky," he taunted. "You almost got us. Just a few feet to the left. Good thing you don't play Chaser."
Krum roared like an angry lion, (Hehe, get it? Bulgaria's mascot is a lion.) and ran at Harry again, his fist raised. Most people would have run out to meet Krum, or run in the other direction. But Harry just stood there, next to the Gryffindor table, his hands folded behind his back. When Krum was a few feet away, he pulled up a huge golden tray and slammed it into Krum's ugly face. Krum bounced back, holding his newly-broken nose.
"Prepare yourself for pain Potter," he said menacingly.
"Oh, like I haven't heard that one before," scoffed Harry. "Honestly, why can't bad guys come up with decent threats anymore?"
As he spoke, Krum was running at him. Harry expected him to throw a punch at him, but instead he pulled out his wand and shouted, "Furnunculous!(spl?)" Harry's eyes widened as the hex came rushing at him. At the last possible second, he put up the tray again, and the hex bounced off towards the ceiling, where yet a bit more magic was absorbed into the ancient school.
"Now that's not fair!" Harry yelled. "I'm fighting with my hands and you pull a wand on me! What *would* your mother say if she could see you now?"
"I'm beginning to get sick of you, Potter! I'll just have to remedy that problem!" he moved closer. He did the unthinkable. "Avada Kedavra!"
The Killing Curse rushed at Harry, and everyone screamed as, instead of dodging the curse, as he had meant to, Harry found himself traapped in a corner. The curse hit him in the middle of the forehead. (A/N Wink, wink. You guys are smart, what happens next?!?! Hum ho, I don't know.)
"Harry!" yelled Hermione, Ron, and several teachers.
Harry's head whipped back as the last bit of the curse went into his head. Then, to his surprise as much as anyone else's, his head whipped forward, he put his hand over his now hot scar, and said, "That hurt!" He suddenly turned green.
Hermone then walked right up to the shocked Krum, and said, "I hate you," then she took off her engagement ring and slapped him with it, leaving a small, circular indent in his left cheek inside of a petite handprint. "Don't ever come near me again." she hissed, and walked over to her seat.
Harry then ran out of the Great Hall, getting shocked silence in his absence. Then all at once, everybody began to talk about the recent events.
"Did you see that?"
"He tried to kill him!"
"What's gonna happen to him?"
"Why did he try to kill Harry?"
And, the most heard,
"Why Didn't He Die?"
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A/N OK, normally, I'd cut it off here and call it a chapter, but today, I'm not done.
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A few minutes later, Harry came back into the Hall, and was attacked by...................Madam Pomfrey.
"Boy! You never cease to amaze me!" she cried as she checked his heartbeat (much to his embarrassment, as she had to lift up his shirt), his breathing, his blood pressure, and several other tests, all the while muttering things like, "Dragons, Dementors, three-headed dogs, crazy child, don't know what you were thinking."
"Sorry!" said Harry. "It's not my fault. He attacked me!"
"Yes, but you put up that picture, didn't you?" came the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.
Harry furiously pulled down his shirt and stared at Malfoy. "What are you talking about? I had no idea that picture was even taken!"
"I'm afraid he's right Harry," sighed Dumbledore. "We have detection spells put up all around the Entrance Hall, and a few of them extend into the Great Hall. If anyone walks past the spells, they will automatically take pictures of the room every second until the intruder is gone." He raised his wand and pointed at one corner of the Great Hall. "Last night, as you will see, several minutes worth of pictures were taken of a raven-haired boy walking into the hall and putting up this picture."
Dumbledore muttered something and a screen appeared on the far side of the hall. Pictures flew across the screen, like an old projected film of vacation pictures Harry had once seen at the Dursley's house. A boy, about Harry's height, slinked into the room and pulled somthing out of his pocket. His face was away from the camera, but from the back, he had Harry's general build: strong, broad shoulders from summers of slave work, about 5' 10", muscular arms, and thickly muscled legs from running laps during Quidditch practices. He pulled out his wand and the picture began to swell. Soon, it could be identified as the pic of Harry and Hermione snogging. He raised his wand again and the huge poster flew to the wall and it stuck there. He turned around and started walking towards the camera. The pictures stopped; the camera must have run out of film.
"Harry, what do you have to say for yourself?" asked Dumbledore.
"Could you rewind that a little?" he asked politely.
"Certainly, where to?" asked Dumbledore, looking a little confused.
"Right before he turns around," replied Harry nervously.
He did, and it played again: the picture flew to the wall, the boy turned around, and the camera turned off.
"Well," prompted Dumbledore. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Sir," said Harry, taking a deep breath. "I don't have red eyes."
"What does *that* have to do with anything?" asked Malfoy scornfully.
"A lot," said Harry evenly. "Look for yourself. That person has *red eyes*, and anyone here can tell you that my eyes are green."
Sure enough, when it was rewound again, they all saw what Harry meant. As the boy turned around, the last four pictures showed him looking *right at the camera*, smiling, and looking straight up, showing a gleam of blood red eyes.
"It must just be a problem with the camera," insisted Malfoy. "It was you, I know it was! Who else looks that much like you?! No one has red eyes!"
"Tom does," said Harry.
"Tom?" asked Dumbledore urgently. "You can't mean...."
"Who is Tom?" asked Malfoy, beginning to get confused.
"Tom Riddle," said Harry. After looking at Dumbledore, who nodded, he added, "Yes, Tom Riddle. You probably know him a little better as Lord Voldemort."
A panicked whisper sped through the hall.
"You-Know-Who?"
"He's back, isn't he?"
"Yeah, but I thought...."
"Nobody said he wouldn't attack."
"Everyone always said he'd try to take Hogwarts someday."
"But I thought he was weak."
"My parents said he wasn't really back."
"Why would he come here? He's supposed to be really weak. Barely alive, you know."
"Harry. He wants Harry Potter."
"It's his fault! The Dark Lord's coming for Harry."
"Please, everyone!" shouted Professer Dumbledore. "You are safe as long as you remain here! Please, stay calm!"
People quieted down a little after that.
"We are safe here," said Professor McGonagall. "You will be fine as long as you do not go out by yourself, and you are in the common rooms by sundown."
"But what about the Christmas Party?" someone shouted. A corous of "Yeah!"'s issued.
"We will attempt to work something out about the Dance," agreed Prof. Sprout. "However, you will understand if it is cut short."
"Now, I believe you have today as a Hogsmeade weekend?" asked Dumbledore. "As this is the only oppritunity for many of you to buy Christmas presents for friend and family, you will be allowed to go."
Cheers came from the students.
"However," he added, and the students quieted. "You will go in shifts. Houses will go seperately with *all* Prefects, as well as our Head Boy and Girl. We will draw names from a hat. You will be informed of the order in twenty minutes. Now, please, go back to your common rooms. We need to have a meeting."
The students got up and walked slowly to the Entrance Hall, still talking excitedly about the fight between Harry and Krum. But at that moment, two people, a man and a woman, walked through the doors. Everybody turned to stare at them.
"Elijah! Melody!" said Dumbledore jovialy. "What on Earth brings you here?"
"We've come on ministry business, Albus," said the woman stiffly. "About ten minutes ago, we recieved an owl from one Mr. H. Potter, regarding the use of one of the Unforgivable Curses. The Avada Kedavra curse, I believe. Performed by Viktor Krum?"
"Yes," said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. "But where has young Viktor got to?"
Everyone looked around.
"He's gone!" shouted someone. "There's a lunatic murderer loose in the school! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's going to kill us all."
The reaction to these words was complete pandemonium. People were running, screaming, crying, and just looking around desperatly.
"Wait!" shouted someone. The crowd parted to reveal Hermione. "I think he slipped out while we were watching the survailence videos. It makes sense," she added, looking at the unbelieving faces. "I mean, why would he, say, run upstairs or to the dungeons. He has more of a chance to escape if he ges away entirely. There's no chance that he would be safe in here, not with everyone on the lookout for him. He's left, I'm sure of it."
"Really Granger," drawled Malfoy. "Just because he's your old boy-toy doesn't mean you have to stick up for him. Remember, he just tried to kill your new boy-toy."
Harry expected Hermione to slap Malfoy at the very least, but she just stood up taller, and said, "Stuff it, Ferret Boy.(A/N Okay, okay! I know it's not a British term, but I just *had* to add it!)"
The Entrance Hall rang with laughter. Malfoy looked furious, but Harry thought, no, it couldn't be, did Snape just *smile*?
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A/N I know this is a really bad ending to a chapter, but that's because I have another part going directly after this. I really hope you're not mad at me, but I just had to make the next part seperate, because it's going to take me a loooong time to finish. Three days at the very least. It's going to be really sappy, you know, like the climax of the movie, where the guy tells the girl how much she means to him, and how lost hed be without her. Aaahhhh! Unfortunatly, there may be a teensy bit of tearjerker-ness to it.
In case it takes me an insanely long time to finish,
HERE'S A SNEAK PEEK, SO *****LISTEN UP*****!!!
"...even if I have to chain you to the bed..."
Hehehe, I'm so mean! That's the best part about being in charge!!
I'll try to get it up soon!!
Thanks to:
lauriena-what chap were those typos in? I'm not sure. I couldn't find them in this chapter or the first three. It's OK! You don't have to be here for every chp! And it's not your fault. I added two chapters at once and I accidentally left it on '*chap 13 up!!!*' instead of 14. So, as you can see, it's my fault. I started doing that with books too! I'm reading the LotR, and I keep having to reread it because i'm looing for typos instead of really paying attention to the story! Well, I neede to bring Voldie in somewhere, so I figured a non-important thng like the picture would be a good place for that. I LOVE your e-mail.
Emili Potter-They're gonna get even hotter!
Gryffpam-Well, at least you like Krum/Harry/Herm triangle.
ShockoLatt-That is rediculous! Where does it say that Herm is religious?!?!?! And of all the stupid things to say! 'She snogs so there's a sinner hidden in her?!' I know lots of people who kiss and they're plenty religious! You are being so stereotypical! I'm glad you think it's nice, and I'm sorry for being so mean!
PiPPen's Gurl-Vici, to be perfectly honest, I think the next two chapters will totally outdo this!
Karen-I didn't think it was very funny, but hey! If you liked it!
Sonanta-Fluff, fluff, fluff. The three main points of this story!
Avatar000-definitely a fight if you think slamming Kurm's nose into a tray is a fight, then...Fight! Fight! Fight!
Serena Gemini-Harry will definitely save her from Krum, but not from a kiss.
ssjguyver-Sorry I skipped the j! My bad! Don't scare me like that! I thought you meant the chapter sucked!
Disclaimer: You know the drill, all I own is Alice and the picture on the wall (hehehe!). I own no BSB material or AC's songs. Only the things they do in this belong to me. (Like the candle-lit dinner.....)
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Chapter 15-Starting to Get Creepy
Recap: Krum's there and he knows about Harry and Hermione, thanks to a huge picture that was glued to the wall of the Great Hall (A/N btw, that's way the teachers didn't take it down, cause it was glued magically)
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For a few minutes, nobody said anything. Then, Aaron and the others came in.
"Whoa," said Aaron.
"Yikes," said Nick.
"Not good."
"Very not good."
"Couldn't get much worse."
"'Worse' is standing over there." Added the rest of the boys.
"I don't know about you," said Harry, looking warily at Krum, but speaking to Hermione. "but I'm not very hungry anymore."
"Uh uh," agreed Hermione weakly.
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(A/N This is important, so listen up! Remember when I said in a thanks, "What chance does *anyone* have against an angry Harry?" Well...)
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"Her-o-ninny!" shouted Krum, "You pathetic, stupid, peice of Mudblood bimbo trash! How could you do this to me?! I loved you!"
Instantly, Harry's face contorted into one of pure hate. "I dare you to call her that again," he growled dangerously.
"She's a pathetic, stupid, piece of Mudblood trash," Krum hissed, and charged at Hermione.
Harry immedietely stepped in front of Hermione. When Krum was a few feet away, he grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her to the side. "Oooh, good aim Vicky," he taunted. "You almost got us. Just a few feet to the left. Good thing you don't play Chaser."
Krum roared like an angry lion, (Hehe, get it? Bulgaria's mascot is a lion.) and ran at Harry again, his fist raised. Most people would have run out to meet Krum, or run in the other direction. But Harry just stood there, next to the Gryffindor table, his hands folded behind his back. When Krum was a few feet away, he pulled up a huge golden tray and slammed it into Krum's ugly face. Krum bounced back, holding his newly-broken nose.
"Prepare yourself for pain Potter," he said menacingly.
"Oh, like I haven't heard that one before," scoffed Harry. "Honestly, why can't bad guys come up with decent threats anymore?"
As he spoke, Krum was running at him. Harry expected him to throw a punch at him, but instead he pulled out his wand and shouted, "Furnunculous!(spl?)" Harry's eyes widened as the hex came rushing at him. At the last possible second, he put up the tray again, and the hex bounced off towards the ceiling, where yet a bit more magic was absorbed into the ancient school.
"Now that's not fair!" Harry yelled. "I'm fighting with my hands and you pull a wand on me! What *would* your mother say if she could see you now?"
"I'm beginning to get sick of you, Potter! I'll just have to remedy that problem!" he moved closer. He did the unthinkable. "Avada Kedavra!"
The Killing Curse rushed at Harry, and everyone screamed as, instead of dodging the curse, as he had meant to, Harry found himself traapped in a corner. The curse hit him in the middle of the forehead. (A/N Wink, wink. You guys are smart, what happens next?!?! Hum ho, I don't know.)
"Harry!" yelled Hermione, Ron, and several teachers.
Harry's head whipped back as the last bit of the curse went into his head. Then, to his surprise as much as anyone else's, his head whipped forward, he put his hand over his now hot scar, and said, "That hurt!" He suddenly turned green.
Hermone then walked right up to the shocked Krum, and said, "I hate you," then she took off her engagement ring and slapped him with it, leaving a small, circular indent in his left cheek inside of a petite handprint. "Don't ever come near me again." she hissed, and walked over to her seat.
Harry then ran out of the Great Hall, getting shocked silence in his absence. Then all at once, everybody began to talk about the recent events.
"Did you see that?"
"He tried to kill him!"
"What's gonna happen to him?"
"Why did he try to kill Harry?"
And, the most heard,
"Why Didn't He Die?"
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A/N OK, normally, I'd cut it off here and call it a chapter, but today, I'm not done.
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A few minutes later, Harry came back into the Hall, and was attacked by...................Madam Pomfrey.
"Boy! You never cease to amaze me!" she cried as she checked his heartbeat (much to his embarrassment, as she had to lift up his shirt), his breathing, his blood pressure, and several other tests, all the while muttering things like, "Dragons, Dementors, three-headed dogs, crazy child, don't know what you were thinking."
"Sorry!" said Harry. "It's not my fault. He attacked me!"
"Yes, but you put up that picture, didn't you?" came the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.
Harry furiously pulled down his shirt and stared at Malfoy. "What are you talking about? I had no idea that picture was even taken!"
"I'm afraid he's right Harry," sighed Dumbledore. "We have detection spells put up all around the Entrance Hall, and a few of them extend into the Great Hall. If anyone walks past the spells, they will automatically take pictures of the room every second until the intruder is gone." He raised his wand and pointed at one corner of the Great Hall. "Last night, as you will see, several minutes worth of pictures were taken of a raven-haired boy walking into the hall and putting up this picture."
Dumbledore muttered something and a screen appeared on the far side of the hall. Pictures flew across the screen, like an old projected film of vacation pictures Harry had once seen at the Dursley's house. A boy, about Harry's height, slinked into the room and pulled somthing out of his pocket. His face was away from the camera, but from the back, he had Harry's general build: strong, broad shoulders from summers of slave work, about 5' 10", muscular arms, and thickly muscled legs from running laps during Quidditch practices. He pulled out his wand and the picture began to swell. Soon, it could be identified as the pic of Harry and Hermione snogging. He raised his wand again and the huge poster flew to the wall and it stuck there. He turned around and started walking towards the camera. The pictures stopped; the camera must have run out of film.
"Harry, what do you have to say for yourself?" asked Dumbledore.
"Could you rewind that a little?" he asked politely.
"Certainly, where to?" asked Dumbledore, looking a little confused.
"Right before he turns around," replied Harry nervously.
He did, and it played again: the picture flew to the wall, the boy turned around, and the camera turned off.
"Well," prompted Dumbledore. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Sir," said Harry, taking a deep breath. "I don't have red eyes."
"What does *that* have to do with anything?" asked Malfoy scornfully.
"A lot," said Harry evenly. "Look for yourself. That person has *red eyes*, and anyone here can tell you that my eyes are green."
Sure enough, when it was rewound again, they all saw what Harry meant. As the boy turned around, the last four pictures showed him looking *right at the camera*, smiling, and looking straight up, showing a gleam of blood red eyes.
"It must just be a problem with the camera," insisted Malfoy. "It was you, I know it was! Who else looks that much like you?! No one has red eyes!"
"Tom does," said Harry.
"Tom?" asked Dumbledore urgently. "You can't mean...."
"Who is Tom?" asked Malfoy, beginning to get confused.
"Tom Riddle," said Harry. After looking at Dumbledore, who nodded, he added, "Yes, Tom Riddle. You probably know him a little better as Lord Voldemort."
A panicked whisper sped through the hall.
"You-Know-Who?"
"He's back, isn't he?"
"Yeah, but I thought...."
"Nobody said he wouldn't attack."
"Everyone always said he'd try to take Hogwarts someday."
"But I thought he was weak."
"My parents said he wasn't really back."
"Why would he come here? He's supposed to be really weak. Barely alive, you know."
"Harry. He wants Harry Potter."
"It's his fault! The Dark Lord's coming for Harry."
"Please, everyone!" shouted Professer Dumbledore. "You are safe as long as you remain here! Please, stay calm!"
People quieted down a little after that.
"We are safe here," said Professor McGonagall. "You will be fine as long as you do not go out by yourself, and you are in the common rooms by sundown."
"But what about the Christmas Party?" someone shouted. A corous of "Yeah!"'s issued.
"We will attempt to work something out about the Dance," agreed Prof. Sprout. "However, you will understand if it is cut short."
"Now, I believe you have today as a Hogsmeade weekend?" asked Dumbledore. "As this is the only oppritunity for many of you to buy Christmas presents for friend and family, you will be allowed to go."
Cheers came from the students.
"However," he added, and the students quieted. "You will go in shifts. Houses will go seperately with *all* Prefects, as well as our Head Boy and Girl. We will draw names from a hat. You will be informed of the order in twenty minutes. Now, please, go back to your common rooms. We need to have a meeting."
The students got up and walked slowly to the Entrance Hall, still talking excitedly about the fight between Harry and Krum. But at that moment, two people, a man and a woman, walked through the doors. Everybody turned to stare at them.
"Elijah! Melody!" said Dumbledore jovialy. "What on Earth brings you here?"
"We've come on ministry business, Albus," said the woman stiffly. "About ten minutes ago, we recieved an owl from one Mr. H. Potter, regarding the use of one of the Unforgivable Curses. The Avada Kedavra curse, I believe. Performed by Viktor Krum?"
"Yes," said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. "But where has young Viktor got to?"
Everyone looked around.
"He's gone!" shouted someone. "There's a lunatic murderer loose in the school! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's going to kill us all."
The reaction to these words was complete pandemonium. People were running, screaming, crying, and just looking around desperatly.
"Wait!" shouted someone. The crowd parted to reveal Hermione. "I think he slipped out while we were watching the survailence videos. It makes sense," she added, looking at the unbelieving faces. "I mean, why would he, say, run upstairs or to the dungeons. He has more of a chance to escape if he ges away entirely. There's no chance that he would be safe in here, not with everyone on the lookout for him. He's left, I'm sure of it."
"Really Granger," drawled Malfoy. "Just because he's your old boy-toy doesn't mean you have to stick up for him. Remember, he just tried to kill your new boy-toy."
Harry expected Hermione to slap Malfoy at the very least, but she just stood up taller, and said, "Stuff it, Ferret Boy.(A/N Okay, okay! I know it's not a British term, but I just *had* to add it!)"
The Entrance Hall rang with laughter. Malfoy looked furious, but Harry thought, no, it couldn't be, did Snape just *smile*?
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A/N I know this is a really bad ending to a chapter, but that's because I have another part going directly after this. I really hope you're not mad at me, but I just had to make the next part seperate, because it's going to take me a loooong time to finish. Three days at the very least. It's going to be really sappy, you know, like the climax of the movie, where the guy tells the girl how much she means to him, and how lost hed be without her. Aaahhhh! Unfortunatly, there may be a teensy bit of tearjerker-ness to it.
In case it takes me an insanely long time to finish,
HERE'S A SNEAK PEEK, SO *****LISTEN UP*****!!!
"...even if I have to chain you to the bed..."
Hehehe, I'm so mean! That's the best part about being in charge!!
I'll try to get it up soon!!
Thanks to:
lauriena-what chap were those typos in? I'm not sure. I couldn't find them in this chapter or the first three. It's OK! You don't have to be here for every chp! And it's not your fault. I added two chapters at once and I accidentally left it on '*chap 13 up!!!*' instead of 14. So, as you can see, it's my fault. I started doing that with books too! I'm reading the LotR, and I keep having to reread it because i'm looing for typos instead of really paying attention to the story! Well, I neede to bring Voldie in somewhere, so I figured a non-important thng like the picture would be a good place for that. I LOVE your e-mail.
Emili Potter-They're gonna get even hotter!
Gryffpam-Well, at least you like Krum/Harry/Herm triangle.
ShockoLatt-That is rediculous! Where does it say that Herm is religious?!?!?! And of all the stupid things to say! 'She snogs so there's a sinner hidden in her?!' I know lots of people who kiss and they're plenty religious! You are being so stereotypical! I'm glad you think it's nice, and I'm sorry for being so mean!
PiPPen's Gurl-Vici, to be perfectly honest, I think the next two chapters will totally outdo this!
Karen-I didn't think it was very funny, but hey! If you liked it!
Sonanta-Fluff, fluff, fluff. The three main points of this story!
Avatar000-definitely a fight if you think slamming Kurm's nose into a tray is a fight, then...Fight! Fight! Fight!
Serena Gemini-Harry will definitely save her from Krum, but not from a kiss.
ssjguyver-Sorry I skipped the j! My bad! Don't scare me like that! I thought you meant the chapter sucked!