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It was the third of June on a beautifully warm day, when Angeline sat out by the Great Lake, soaking in the rays of the sun. But her mind wasn't on how wonderful the sun felt on her face, nor did she pay much attention to the fact that it was indeed a nice day. For all she cared lightning could have struck, she probably still would have been outside. The weather was irrelevant to her real train of thought.

Those thoughts had been one one thing and one thing only... How was it possible to feel as though you're on fire yet feel so cold all at the same time? It was such a curious sensation. One she had never experienced until she kissed Draco Malfoy...or was it he kissed her?

What did it matter? They kissed.

She had kissed only two boys prior to Draco...and well, she could honestly say that her kiss with Draco was most definitely the best she had ever experienced in her young life. Draco had talent...She scowled at her thought, there was no way she would ever let him know that. His ego was big enough as it was.

Angeline pushed her hair out of her face as she glanced over the calm waters of the Lake. She wished her heart was calm when she was in his presence, but alas, it wasn't. He did something to her and she didn't like it. And by the looks of things, she hadn't done a single thing to him.

However, he could just be a far better actor of the two.

With that said, Angeline didn't exactly want to find out if it were true. She took extra precaution because she didn't trust herself. She didn't trust that her face or her body language wouldn't give her away. So she stayed in the common room, because Draco was never there anymore, the Common Room was her definite safe zone. And there was that classroom, she avoided it by all means necessary.

She knew she couldn't avoid him forever, but she sure as hell could try.

Bloody coward. She scoffed, she had every right to be afraid to be alone with him. He was Draco Bloody Malfoy after all. Not that she was afraid of him. No, she was very well hold her own against him. She was sure of it. It was just that he made her world tip a little to one side. Mentally, it was hard for her to keep her balance around him. Merlin did she hate him for that.

It was one of the top five rules in the unofficial Slytherin handbook; 'never let anyone, especially another Slytherin, make you feel as though you're at the disadvantage. You must have the advantage even when you don't.'

That was the only rule she agreed with, and it angered her to know she was failing miserable at it.

"Damn him," she mumbled. "Just suck it up, Angeline," she told herself. "Get a hold of yourself. You can pretend just as well as he can. You've been pretending for years. This isn't any different, it's just a matter of pretending it never happened...Yeah, it never happened..." Her self motivation speech was cut short when the bell signaling the move to the next class rang in the distance. Blowing at the loose strands of hair that fell into her face, she picked herself and her bag up from the ground. She followed her fellow schoolmates with a stronger boost in confidence than she had, had in days.

Draco tapped his finger against the table top as he pretended to pay attention to what Flitwick was going on about...Something about turning vinegar to wine and how it was a cross between Charms and Transfiguration. Draco hadn't found the lesson to be intriguing in the slightest, if he wanted wine, he'd simply just call for it.

What had been intriguing was her. Draco had told himself numerous times that he shouldn't pay attention to anything she did. But how could he not, the Vanishing Cabinet was working smoothly for the most part with only a few hiccups here and there. It was only a short matter of time before it was working one hundred percent, he could feel it. So what did it matter if he let her take most of his attention during lessons.

There she was sitting in the row just below his drawing circles with the occasional squiggle on the side of her parchment as she pretended to listen to every word Flitwick spoke. Her doodling stopped and she set her quill down as she heaved a sigh and ran a hand through her hair. One. Draco counted mentally. Draco had noted long ago how she ran her hand through her hair when she was thinking about things that frustrated her. More so when she was around people that made her uncomfortable, more so around him. Anyone that didn't know her would have just assumed she was doing it to get the hair out of her face or just out of habit of something to do. Draco knew better.

You make it sound like you know her...Draco's inner voice commented snidely, causing Draco to frown at it. He knew her well enough. As well as he wanted to know her that is.

He knew a lot more about her than he would have liked to admit that was for sure.

Like the way her nose crinkled when she tried not to laugh. How her fist would clenched when she was angry. Or that mischievous twinkle she would get in her eyes more often than she should, deep down just looking for something fun.

Draco shook his head. Those were silly little things he knew about her. Silly little things that most people would overlook, because those things don't matter. So why did he know them? It worried him that he could name five more without much thought at all.

What had she done to him?

Whatever it was, Draco didn't like it one bit.

But what was he supposed to do about it?

"Don't get attached."

The irony should have made him laugh, but Draco didn't find it humorous in the least. In front of him, Angeline ran her hand through her hair. Two. Draco thought instantly. He shook his head and ran his hand through his own hair.

This was not healthy.

For a Malfoy at least. For any bloke to be honest.

Get her out of your head.

Draco found this easier said than done. A girl shouldn't do this to him. She shouldn't be able to do this to him.

By the time class was over, Draco was frustrated. Angeline had ran her hand through her hair thirteen times, but that wasn't what had frustrated him. It was that he noticed. The old him wouldn't have cared in the slightest. The old him would be making snide comments about her. But in the last few months, he'd changed. His life had changed and that's what frustrated him the most. And he wasn't sure if any of it was for the better or the worse.

In the early hours on the sixth of June, Angeline sat up and rubbed what little sleep she had in her eyes. She had, had one of the most disturbing dreams in her life. She pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them as she thought about what she had just left behind.

She had been standing in a room, there wasn't anything interesting or anything that was recognizable about the room.

"Angeline," Draco had been in her dream, he stood behind her. Looking as groomed as he used to. Every hair in it's proper place. "One day you'll wake up, and you'll want nothing to do with me." He had told her. His head was tilted to the side as though observing something intriguing. Angeline recalled she closed the gap between them and reached for his hand. He had let her hold it without any hesitation.

Angeline had stared at him and smiled, but it was sad. "Maybe I won't wake up then. Maybe I'll just stay in my delusional little world."

"And why would you do that?" He asked pulling her closer to him.

"Because I—" And before she could finish her sentence, she had woken up with a start.

Angeline ran a hand through her slightly tangled hair. She really didn't want to know what her next words were going to be. It shouldn't have been a dream that made her feel as if she had been running for her life or something of the same equivalent.

Her mouth was dry and she felt as if she had just ran the entire circumference of the castle. Pulling back her bed curtain she slipped out of bed welcoming the cool air that hit her. She grabbed her wand from under her pillow as she slipped her feet into her slippers.

Sticking her wand into her pocket and left the room without bothering to grab her dressing gown.

Walking down the short corridor toward the Common Room. She could tell as she got closer that someone was in the Common Room. She hadn't cared who it was until she saw exactly who it was. She cursed her luck and wondered if the forces of the universes were out to get her.

Draco stood in front of the fire throwing what looked like pieces of parchment into it.

"What are you doing in here?" Angeline asked before she could stop herself. Her safe zone. Her haven. Gone.

Turning away from the fire, Draco looked at her. No hint of amusement on his face as he simply stared at her.

"You don't own the Common Room, Jensen," he said finally as he turned back to the fire and threw the rest of what Angeline was positive now were pieces of parchment. Angeline swallowed around the lump in her throat.

"Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's just that you're—"

"Save it," Draco cut her off as he continued to stare into the flames of the fire. Angeline ran a hand through her hair as she questioned her sanity as she moved from where she stood and started toward him. Stopping at his side she stayed silent as she watched the flames with him. He didn't move nor did he acknowledge that she stood next to him now.

"Happy birthday," she said quietly. "I'm only a few hours late, sorry about that. I, um, I would have gotten you something, but I wasn't sure what..." Draco chuckled and stuffed his hands into his pocket. His arm brushing hers slightly. She had gotten him something, merely because, well, she just felt impelled to do so.

"Haven't I told you, you don't fool me?" he asked. "Besides I recognized your handwriting on the gift you sent me..." Angeline lowered her head slightly so her hair could cover her burning cheeks. "An expensive gift, Jensen. A customized Wizard's Chess set. You even got it with the Slytherin crest in some of the squares. You may not fool me, but I don't understand you. You're bloody insane, though, are you aware of that?" Draco asked as he looked at her.

"I'm fully aware of that," she said meeting his eye.

"Then why spend your money on a gift like that for someone like me?" He questioned. Angeline thought, Draco looked a little sad, but she definitely thought it had to be the way the light of the fire was hitting his face that made him look that way.

"I just thought it was nice," she answered. "I wanted to get you something meaningful. Chocolates and things like it just lack meaning..."

"And what exactly is the meaning of your gift?" Angeline shook her head and looked at the fire.

"Personally I like to think life is somewhat like a game of chess," she said crossing her arms. "We're all just pawns following orders to protect our king."

"And what if we don't follow orders? What if we don't like our orders?"

"Well that's life isn't it?" she asked looking at him curiously. "You either do it or not. I've had chess pieces walk off the board because they didn't like what I told them to do. We're no different, people. Thus, chess and life. They're one in the same."

"Chess is still a game. One I win all the time. Your meaning doesn't mean much to me."

Angeline shrugged. "Not saying it has to. You asked for the meaning. I gave it to you. Let's put it simple then. Let it be a reminder of our late night conversations, when one of us left ended up leaving either victorious or walking away in a stalemate."

"A reminder of you," Draco said amused. Angeline felt her cheeks heat once more.

"I suppose you can say that."

Out the corner of her eye she watched as Draco ran a hand through his hair as he sighed.

"Anyway...you know..." Angeline smiled at his struggle to say thank you.

"Forget it," she cut in looking at him. "You're welcome." Draco nodded in some sort of appreciation. Angeline nodded back feeling a little strange about the entire conversation. It felt...good. It had been days since that little incident, and as awkward as it had been for her personally, she didn't feel any of that now. She was just happy to standing there with him.

This could possibly, no this meant attachment. This was a problem.

"Angeline..."

"Angeline," Draco said quietly grabbing her attention. Angeline looked over at him in question. "Let's go outside," he said. Angeline's eyes widened in surprise. If he were to be honest he was surprised by his own request. "Quidditch pitch," he added. "I've been wanting go flying for awhile now."

"And why would you want me there?" She asked. The confusion was evident in her voice.

"You're the only one decent enough on a bloody broom," he said. "You coming or what?" he asked as he headed toward the exit.

"Would you wait?" She asked. "If I have to run at any point tonight, I'd rather not be in slippers." she said. Taking her wand from her pocket she pointed it at her feet, they turned into fluffy looking trainers she shrugged as she inspected them. "We can go now," she said with a small smile. Draco smirked as he lead the way out the common room.

Quietly the two Slytherins made their way out of the dungeons and out on to the school grounds. Draco glanced up at the sky, just two days ago was the mark of a new moon. Meaning there wasn't much light for them to see by. But it was definitely an advantage for walking the grounds.

They reached the Slytherin broom closet and retrieved his broom. He looked expectantly at Angeline who simply looked back at him.

"Well are you going to take one?" he asked. "You obviously didn't bring your own."

"No," she said. "It's a lovely night to just watch the stars. Besides if you fall of your broom, I can stop your fall with the wave of my wand."

"Very funny, Jensen," Draco commented as he closed the door to the brooms and headed out onto the pitch, Angeline following silently behind him. "As if I would fall off my broom."

"Famous last words, Malfoy," she said as they reached the center of the pitch. Draco glared at her, but he doubt she saw it as she was already laying sprawled out on the ground staring up at the sky. She lifted her head to look at him. "What?" she asked. Draco shook his head and mounted his broom and shot off into the air.

The cool air didn't clear Draco's head completely but it was enough. He was freshly seventeen. His birthday had only ended a few hours ago, and he didn't feel any different in the slightest. He didn't feel older and he didn't feel like now that he was seventeen his world was open and ultimately his own.

Angeline had been right about chess and life being one in the same. As much as he didn't want to admit it he knew it was true. And it bothered him, that he was a pawn for the Dark Lord, but it wasn't the same. He was doing what he was what he was doing because he would be saving his family. So what if it helped the Dark Lord's plans, his family would be okay and that's all he cared about.

Draco circled the pitch a few times before he looked down at Angeline. She had sat up and was setting off those sparks in different colors. He descended a few feet until he hovered in front of her.

"That draws attention to the pitch," he said. Angeline looked at him and shrugged before she stopped.

"S-sorry," she mumbled. "W-was just t-thinking." Draco frowned and leaned toward her to see her clearly. Her teeth were clattering and it was clear she was shaking.

"Jensen, are you cold?" he asked as he set his feet to the ground. Angeline nodded. "You're hopeless," he mumbled. "Hold this," Draco said holding out his broom. She took it from him and set it on the ground beside her.

Draco shook his head at her briefly, before pulling his jumper off and throwing it to her. She caught it and stared at it.

"W-why are you being so nice to me?" she asked. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Just put it on, Jensen," he said. "Believe it or not, my parents raised me to be a gentleman. And you're cold so put it on."

"Your parents?" she asked as she pulled her arms through the jumper. "Sure it weren't the multitude of etiquette teachers you had. Merlin knows I've had just as many teaching me to be a lady." she said as she finished pulling the jumper on.

"And apparently you didn't learn anything," Draco said sitting down across from her. He could see her better now, wasn't great, but he could see her. His jumper was big on her, but at least she wasn't shaking any more.

"It's not that I didn't learn anything," she said pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I use what I learn when I need to...And thank you. I feel better now." Draco didn't reply as he looked up at the very stars Angeline had been looking at when they came out. They each sat there in silence, Draco staring up at the vast amount of stars that hung over their head.

It reminded him of the summers at home, when he'd sneak out of the house late at night just because it was the best time of day to go flying. Life was simple then. He wasn't within days at most a week in becoming a murderer. The thought sickened him.

The letter he had ripped to pieces and burned had been from his aunt, signed in his mother's name. He's aunt told him that his reinforcements were ready when the time was right. She even suggested it he do it soon, as in the very moment he read the parchment. The cabinet was working, but he couldn't just let Death Eaters into the school he had to be sure, Dumbledore was alone. He had a plan. He just hoped it went as he, well, planned.

Draco shut his eyes tightly for he could feel the doubt seeping to the surface and the last thing he needed was to fall to pieces in front of Angeline. He opened his eyes and studied her. Her light green eyes staring up at the wide sky. It was his luck and her naivety that kept her from knowing what he had been doing all year. And deep down he was grateful she didn't know, as much as it pained him to say it, he rather enjoyed her company. He enjoyed being around her. She treated him like any other schoolmate. She called him out on things and he right back. She was the normalcy in his life, and in just a few days, again, at most week, that would change. And Draco knew without a doubt she would want nothing to do with him, and he actually wasn't alright with that.

"Don't get attached."

Now those were proving to be famous last words...

"Draco," Angeline's voice pulled him from his thoughts, she was still looking at the sky. "We'll always be like this won't we?" she asked quietly.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Almost friends," she explained. "There will always be something pulling us together, yet pushing us apart. We don't know how to act around one another anymore do we? Was it always this complicated for us and we just ignored and simplified it because it was better to not think much of it?"

Draco stayed silent for a while as he took her words in. "We'll probably always be like this, Jensen," he said finally. "Things are changing. We're changing. It's only a matter of time before one of us finally wakes up and leaves this little world we've somehow created. Until then, we'll just do what we have to." He explained, but he noted the bitterness in his own voice. Maybe he'll never wake up then. But he had to wake up. He had to wake up soon, because if he didn't, he and his parents would die. And then he'd be asleep forever, never to wake up again.

"One day," she said calmly looking at him. "We'll have it figured out won't we. Just not now."

"One day," he repeated quietly. One day they might figure it out, but he knew they most likely wouldn't. The only thing Angeline would figure out would be that he was everything she hated.

Angeline yawned as she pushed her breakfast around her plate. She had gone to bed late the night before, because she had been talking to Draco. It was something they did every night since they sat on the Quidditch Pitch. Angeline enjoyed those times and it seemed like he enjoyed them too. But as the days went on, the more Draco would look troubled or in some cases regretful.

Angeline stifled a large yawn as Blaise sat across from her. Angeline wondered how he managed to look so wide awake.

It's because he's normal. He actually sleeps at night. Angeline rolled her eyes at the voice before she focused on Blaise.

"G'morning, Zabini," she said.

"Morning," he answered looking away from the food he had just placed on his plate and at her. "You look terrible as usual," he commented. "Funny how Malfoy's hasn't been in the room for the last few days and according to Parkinson you haven't either. Want to share what the two of you are up to?"

"Stop it," Angeline said just as the subject of conversation walked into the Great Hall and sat a few seats down the table from them. "It's all just a coincidence." She said bringing her attention back to Blaise.

"I don't believe you," Blaise said with a smirk.

"I don't care," she growled.

"You care quite a lot," Blaise said as he bit into a piece of toast. Angeline narrowed her eyes at him.

"You're right," she said with a small eye roll. "I care a lot for you to shut your mouth."

"My, you're cranky today," Blaise said. Angeline could hear the amusement in his voice. "Did Malfoy leave you un—"

"Don't finish that sentence," Angeline cut him off. "If you must know I've been going to the Quidditch Pitch every night." she said. "I have idea where or what, Malfoy does with his free time. So you can stop teasing now."

"I only believe half of that," Blaise's face was as smug as it could get. He grabbed his bag up from the floor and pulled out a medium sized bag of Honeyduke's chocolate. Angeline caught it as he threw it across the table to her. "Happy Birthday, Jensen," he said. Angeline's eyes widened.

"Today's the seventeenth?" She asked. Blaise shook his head in amusement.

"Do I have to pull out a calender?" Blaise asked.

"No, no," she said. "I just didn't realize it. My most memorable birthday was my seventh birthday and I can't say it was my favorite." she explained. She pushed her plate out the way and opened the bag of chocolate. "Thank you for the sweets. And thank you for remember."

"Are you seriously going to eat that as your breakfast?" Blaise asked instead as Angeline popped a piece of the chocolate into her mouth.

"Why not?" she asked just before the hooting of owls started drowned us out. Parcels and letters were dropped. Now that she was aware it was her birthday, she still wasn't expecting a gift to be delivered to her. So when her barn owl landed in front of her, she could genuinely say she was surprise.

"Hello, Lita," she said once she shook off her surprise. The owl hooted and nudged her hand in greeting. She quickly untied the small parcel from the leg of her owl. "Thank you, Lita. Here you go." Angeline reached for the bacon from her uneaten breakfast and gave it to her owl. The owl nipped her finger in thanks before taking flight again.

Angeline thought the paper on the package was expensive, but it wasn't the kind of paper her parents would have used. Beside Lita was her owl at Hogwarts...How would she get a gift from her parents?

Ripping the paper from the gift, Angeline picked up the piece of parchment attached to the small box. She opened the folded the piece of parchment hoping to solve the mystery of who sent it to her.

Happy birthday.

That was it. Nothing else. But it was all she needed to know who it was from. She closed the paper and stuffed it in her pocket.

"Who's it from?" Blaise asked nonchalantly.

"A friend of the family," she said. It wasn't really a lie. The Malfoys were 'friends' of the family. Blaise made some sort of noise, Angeline wasn't sure if it was from disbelief or not. Ignoring Blaise she opened her actual gift.

Lifting the lid from the small box, she stopped in her tracks as she stared down at a silver pendant necklace. The pendant was embedded in emeralds and diamonds that made out the Slytherin crest. Angeline found herself smiling despite her usual distaste for anything that marked her as a Slytherin.

"This friend of the family doesn't seem to know you," Blaise said as Angeline was putting the pendant on.

"Well, I think it's lovely," she said tucking the pendant and it's chain into her shirt. Blaise rolled his eyes and shrugged as he went back to eating what was left of his food. Discretely as Angeline cleaned up the mess from her package she looked in the direction that, Draco sat. He looked in her direction a mouth a quick 'later', before he returned to picking at the eggs on his plate.

Angeline turned back to the bag of chocolate and popped another into her mouth. She was very curious as to why he got her such a gift.

Draco felt on edge. Today was the day he would set out to become a murderer. He had to suppressed a shudder. He was going to let Death Eaters into the school and he had to make his way to Dumbledore in order to complete his mission.

But first he had to get one other thing out of the way.

Angeline.

He found her as she was coming out of the library. And immediately grabbed her arm and lead her down one of the secret passages that Hogwarts had to offer.

"A kind, follow me would have suffice," Angeline said as they came to the end of the passage.

"And I found just dragging you along to be sufficient." Draco said as he pushed the passage open a little to see if it were safe, deeming it so he stepped out bring her with him. Together they walked down to the dungeons where they entered that one classroom, that they might as well have deemed theirs.

"Thank you for the necklace," she said once the door had closed.

"It's nothing," Draco said distractedly. He only had a few moments to speak with her before he had to go to the Room of Requirements. He had to be there for when the other Death Eaters were ready to enter the school. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about," he said looking at her. "There's more to that pendant."

"What a Portkey? Planning on sending me off to the mountains so you can finally get rid of me?" Angeline questioned as she pulled the pendant from her shirt by the chain and looking at the pendant closely. "Always wanted to go to the Andes. See something new, yeah?" Draco rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and simply stuck his hand back into his pocket. She gasped as the pendant evidently heated in her hand. She looked at it confused.

"Read it," he said. Angeline turned it over before bringing it up to her face again. She looked at the back of the pendant and read the words that hadn't been there prior.

You're being ungrateful. She read off of it. She glared at him and looked at the pendant once again.

"What charm is this?" she asked.

"It's a Protean Charm," Draco stated. "Whatever I change on this," he said pulling out an identical pendant from his pocket. "Will appear on that one and vice versa." he explained.

"The Protean Charm is a difficult charm," Angeline mumbled. "Let me give this a try," she said closing the coin in her hand she thought of her message, she was content when the pendant flashed warm. Draco looked at the one in his hand and read it quickly. Though her message hadn't been long.

"Prick," Draco read out loud before sending her a look that he hoped read annoyance. "You're welcome," he said dryly. Angeline bit her lip to keep from smiling but she was failing miserably at it.

"Why'd you give this to me?" she asked. Draco shrugged.

"Just thought you'd like it." he said.

"Just thought I'd like to talk to you?" Angeline winced at her question. "I mean, you'd be okay with me talking to you?" she rephrased.

Another shrug. "You're always complaining about being alone. So here's the other one. You can give it to whoever it is you want to talk to." he said holding out the pendant to her. She glanced at it briefly before shaking her head.

"You keep it," she said. "You're alone yourself, Draco," she teased. "You'll probably need it more."

"Right, because I just need you in my life." Draco said sarcastically.

That's more true than I would want it to be.

"I knew it," she said just as the galleon in his pocket began to burn. The smirk that had been on his face, faded away as he remembered what he had to do.

Draco turned his back to her briefly so he could look at the coin that had burned hot in his pocket.

Dumbledore has gone for a drink. He'll be back shortly. Reading the message, Draco felt a small surge of panic. He turned and faced Angeline again after stuffing the coin back into his pocket.

"Angeline, do me a favor tonight," Draco said as he put the pendant in his other pocket.

"Yeah," she said quietly.

"Stay in bed," he said. "At most stay in the Common Room," he told her.

"Why?" she asked. How was he supposed to answer that? 'I'm letting Death Eaters into the school so I can kill our Headmaster.' She'd do one of two things, believe him or laugh and tell him he's going mental. He was leaning for the latter, but still, he didn't want to convince her. Not now. Not after months of keeping it a secret. Let her find out in the morning.

"Did you ever feel like something bad was going to happen?" he asked instead.

"Of course," she said.

"Well I've got a bad feeling about tonight, so just stay in the Common Room." he said. Draco glanced at the watch on his wrist. "I have to go," he said turning away from her to leave, hoping she would heed his warning. It was for her own safety. Who would have thought, he would care for her the way he did...Surely not him.

"Draco," she said as she grabbed his arm to stop him. "Why do I feel like the moment I see you walk out that door it will be the last time I'll see you for awhile?"

Draco's gray eyes met her concerned green ones. He did the only thing he could do to stop her from asking questions, he grabbed the side of her face and pressed his lips to hers. There was no teasing this time. He wanted her to feel everything he was feeling at that very moment. The anger. The sorrow. The fear.

Pulling away from the kiss he rested his forehead against hers. Both of them trying to catch their breath. They stared into each others eyes for what seemed like decades. Draco closed his eyes briefly before opening them and pulling away from her completely.

"I'm sorry," he said turning away and leaving the classroom and the girl he would never see again.

Angeline watched as the door closed behind Draco. She brought her hand to her lips as she still felt his on hers. She closed her eyes as she dropped her hand. The look in his eyes before he walked away, that kiss, they both upset her more than anything he could have possibly done to her in the past.

"I'm sorry," And he walked away. Angeline wasn't sure what he was sorry for. Just that he was and that he was sincere. Draco Malfoy never said sorry and meant it. She had the strongest feeling that he was saying, goodbye...And for the first time in her life she wasn't going to ignore it.

Fun fact: When I gave Angeline her birthday, I just picked a date at random and just recently I realized June 17th is the same day I graduated High School. :)

Heads up, the next two chapters are going to be pretty action packed. I hope you liked them! The chapter is almost complete, I just need to fix a few things here and there. It should be up in no time! I hope I'm not lying this time!

There are 3 chapters left! Oh noooooo! Oh well, there will be a sequel! So no worries. XD

Chapter Question:
Do you think Angeline will do what Draco told her?

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Take Care,
TR