A/n: Thank you so much for all those sweet reviews! Merry Christmas to all!
I feel so, santa-ish. your reviews have inspired me to write another
chapter, and hopefully finish this story, as it is just a simple Christmas
romance. To Fae Princess- I read your story, Snow, and I absolutely loved
it. Your write so well! I'm trying to read all the stories from the signed
reviews, because I love to read fics as much as I like to write them. I
hope everyone gets the present they really wanted this year! Read on my
friends, read on!
Disclaimer: If I've said it once, I've said it a million times. IT'S ALL MINE! XD
Harry woke up, but kept his eyes shut. He knew it was morning and that Hermione was probably already awake and working on her homework downstairs while waiting for him, but his bed was warm and friendly. He wanted to enjoy it for a few more minuets. He turned over onto his side, and sighed. Thoughts of Hermione flooded his mind, and made him smile inwardly. But his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the hangings that surrounded his bed slide open, and felt the bright light of morning try to penetrate his tightly closed eyes. He heard something crawl on his bed, and sit down carefully next to him. Harry was sure that it was Hermione. He could smell her sweet perfume. He smiled and rolled over to face her. Eyes still closed tight, he wrapped himself around her. He could feel her soft hair on his arms, her warmth, but then Hermione did something that greatly surprised Harry, she purred. Harry opened his eyes wide, and saw that it was Crookshanks wrapped up in his arms, not the women of his dreams. Crookshanks looked content and purred louder. Harry looked over to the end of his bed. Hermione was standing there, laughing at him loudly; he reached for his glasses and put them on.
"Having a good dream, Harry?" she asked between giggles.
"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled, jumping from his bed and lunging at her. "You ruined the best dream I've had in a long while." He lied. "You, and your dumb cat." He grabbed her arms and pulled her towards his bed. He pointed an accusing finger at Crookshanks, who looked a little insulted.
"It's not his fault that you tried to molest him." She tried to sound serious, but laughed again. Harry laughed too, then realized that he was only wearing his Santa hat boxers. Hermione seemed to notice this too, because she was now rolling with laughter and pointing at them. Harry let go of her and ripped his comforter off his bed and wrapped it around himself like a cloak, and he blushed a bit. Hermione climbed on his bed, and placed Crookshanks beside her. He was looking very amused, as she continued to laugh. Harry watched her as she laid down where he'd been sleeping minuets earlier, taking in her long bushy hair, her deep soulful eyes, and her beautiful smile. He wanted more than anything to climb up there with her, to gently kiss her, to hold her close, and to tell her that he loved her. In a swift movement that even surprised himself, Harry climbed on top of her. Hermione leaned back on his pillows. She had a look that invited Harry to follow her action. Their faces were only inches apart, and Harry could feel Hermione tense up even through the thick Hogwarts comforter. He watched her eyes trace his lips, and then they locked eyes. Harry's heart was beating so fast he thought it would pound itself through his chest as he sunk even closer to Hermione. Harry put his arms on either side of her for balance, and she tilted her chin up and slowly closed her eyes. It was the perfect kissing position anyone had ever seen before. Almost like a movie, Harry thought, as he felt her warm breath on his chin. He was about a centimeter away from actually kissing Hermione, when a voice in his head stopped him, and instead he yanked the pillow out from under her head, and slammed it into her face. He bounced off of her, laughing, as she sputtered in shock. He wasn't about to make their friendship weird just because he had these feelings for her. Harry sat at the end of his bed and watched Hermione's facial expressions change from shock (of course), to anger, and then to embarrassment. He could tell instantly, that he'd screwed things up. She glared at him, and he could see tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh, Hermione, don't cry, please. I was just kidding. I didn't hurt you?" Harry asked stupidly and concerned, as he pulled himself closer to her. He prayed he didn't hurt her.
"That's just it, Harry. You're always kidding." She whimpered, as she jumped off his bed, wiping tears away as she wrenched the door open, and ran out.
"Hermione, wait!" Harry yelled, he tried to follow her, but he tripped over his comforter, and fell flat on his face. "Dammit" he cried, as he pulled himself lose, and hurried out the door. It was too late, Harry heard her door slam shut and leaned defeated, against the wall, by the stairs. He slid down the wall and sat in a crumpled pile, on the verge of tears. He'd never made Hermione cry like that before. A pain like he'd never felt before, swept through him.
Crookshanks stepped out of the room and sat across from Harry. He gave Harry a look that plainly said, "You're a really big idiot."
"I know." Harry said, annoyed with himself. The cat seemed compassionate, and walked over to Harry. He purred softly.
"Thanks, I'm glad you're not mad at me now." Harry gently stroked the cat, then stood up. He went back to his room and changed into a pair of jeans and an extremely large hoodie that once was Dudley's. Harry sighed, and went downstairs, he looked at his watch, it was still breakfast, but Harry wasn't hungry. He felt incredibly depressed. He sat down on the squashiest chair in the common room, and stared at the staircase that led up to the girl's dormitories. Ten minutes went by, and all Harry could do was stare at the steps. He was completely alone. If he'd look at the table, he'd see Hermione's homework spread out on top of it. Now what was he supposed to do? He thought angrily. The girl he loved was furious with him, and it was his fault. If only he'd kissed her instead of play stupid. Wait a minuet! Did that mean that Hermione actually liked him, more than a friend? He only punched a pillow in her face because he thought that she wouldn't like it if he had kissed her. Harry stood up, puling on his extremely messy midnight black hair. She obviously wanted to be kissed, and he messed things up so badly, he feared that it would ruin their relationship even more than if he'd actually kissed her. He felt like punching himself in the face. He realized that she must've thought Harry had no feelings for her at all, and he was just leading her on or something to that extent. But what if she was just caught up in the moment? Harry knew that he almost kissed her, and that some situations you do the things that seem right, even if you don't want to.
There were too many questions all at once, and swearing under his breath, he started to leave. Harry nearly ran over the bare Christmas tree that was standing next to the portrait hole. Even the house elves messed up today; there were no ornaments on the tree at all. Feeling painfully depressed, Harry left the common room. He went for a walk around the castle, running that morning's scenario over and over in his mind. Thinking of what he should've done instead, and feeling even worse with every step he took. When Harry was tired of walking around, he looked up, wondering where his feet had taken him. He was standing in front of the portrait of a fruit bowl that led to the kitchens.
Harry thought since it was Christmas Eve, he might as well stop in and say hi to Dobby. He tickled the pear, and then entered the kitchen; most of the elves were busy cleaning it up. Some of the others were preparing lunch. As soon as Harry entered, he was nearly knocked over by Dobby. Dobby had the biggest smile on his face, and was wearing a bright blue biker shorts with a yellow tie and pink office shirt.
"Harry Potter, sir, has come to visit Dobby for the Holidays?" he squeaked joyously. "Harry is too kind to think of Dobby at times like this." A tear gathered in one of his huge tennis ball sized eyes.
"Dobby, how are you?" Harry asked kindly. He didn't know why, but the elf's attention was cheering him up greatly. The ball of color released Harry's knees and said,
"Dobby is well, sir. How is you? Where is Hermniny?" He asked curiously, looking around Harry, incase he was blocking her from his view. Something in Harry's face must've shown Dobby his pain, because he asked,
"Is you and Hermniny fighting, sir? Is it very bad?" he asked softly.
Harry sighed and looked around the kitchen, another elf came by and offered him some tea, which Harry accepted graciously. He sipped his tea, and looked back down at Dobby, who waited patiently for his answer.
"Yeah, Hermione and I had a fight this morning. Now she's mad at me, and she has all the right in world to be." His brief moment of happiness faded away, and he sipped his tea once more.
"Dobby is truly sorry, I knows that you's really liking Hermniny." He said sadly. Harry defiantly didn't want to make Dobby as sad as he felt, so he changed the subject.
"Hey, how come the Christmas tree in the common room isn't decorated, I thought you'd take care of that?" He smiled.
"Oh no!" Dobby shrieked. This startled Harry so much, that he dropped his cup of tea. It shattered and pieces flew all over the place.
"I'm sorry." Harry said to Dobby, who was crying, and to the other elves who rushed over to clean the mess. Harry picked up Dobby and set him on a tiny chair. He too grabbed a chair and sat down carefully. Now Harry had hurt two friends in the same morning. It had to be a record, he thought miserably.
"Dobby, don't worry about it" He said carefully, afraid his friend might have another outburst.
"Dobby, messed up again!" he sobbed. "Dobby forgets to decorate the tree. 'Tis Dobby's favorite parts about Christmas trees too." He wept. Then started to bang his head violently against the table. Harry grabbed his ears, stopping him from injuring himself further.
"Thanks." He mumbled miserably.
"You know what, Dobby?" Harry said smiling. Thinking of a way to make him happy again.
"What?" Dobby asked.
"I've never really decorated a tree before. Perhaps you and I, could decorate it together?"
"Really?" He smiled toothily. A final tear slipped down his face, falling silently to the floor.
"Yeah, why not?"
"O.K. Harry Potter! You is a great friend." He ran to the back of the kitchen before Harry could respond. As he sat there for a bit, drinking a new cup of tea waiting patiently, he worried about Hermione again. What happens if she never speaks to me again? Harry thought desperately. He hardly noticed Dobby's return. He was laden with ornament boxes, bags of tinsel and garland, candles, and peppermint candy canes.
"Me's back!" he proclaimed proudly. Harry smiled and set down his empty cup.
"Yes you are, here let me help you with that." He grabbed a couple bags, and smiled kindly to his tiny friend. "Shall we go?"
"Yes!" Dobby shouted excitedly, and ran to the portrait.
When they entered the common room, it was as silent as a tomb. Harry shivered. He looked down at Dobby, who sat the boxes on the couch nearest the tree, and looked at the girl's staircase. Harry followed his friend's gaze, and saw no one. He sighed loudly, as he set the bags down. Dobby came over to the bags and started digging through them.
"What're you looking for?" Harry asked curiously.
"The star for the tops of the tree, of course." He said brightly.
"Oh." Was all Harry could say.
"Hmmm." Dobby pulled himself out of the bag. "It's must be in the kitchen still, you start decorating, I'll goes and gets it." He smiled warmly and Harry, who nodded. Dobby dashed through the portrait hole, and all was quiet once more. Harry sighed again, as he grabbed a box of red and golden ball ornaments. He'd seen how children were supposed to decorate Christmas trees on Halmark commercials at the Dursleys, but never doing it himself, he felt very stupid starting it alone. He noticed Hermione's homework still on the table, and thought that she must still be in her room. She probably wishes she never stayed for Christmas now, he thought gloomily. Harry returned to the tree, and started hanging the ornaments, examining each one carefully, as he hung them. He picked up an exceptionally shiny one, and looked at himself in the reflection. His handsome face betrayed its natural happy appearance. It looked as sad as he felt, and it made him even more depressed as he hung it on a high branch. Then, as he was removing his hand he saw in its reflection, another figure moving silently across the room. He turned round and watched Hermione try to gather her books. She looked up and stopped moving, like a dear in the headlights, she stared at him wide eyed. Harry saw that her eyes were red and puffy. He didn't know where to begin, his regret was so strong, it made his throat tight. She looked back down at her books, and gathered them up; she passed him silently and started up the stairs.
"Hermione, wait!" Harry finally choked out. She stopped on the first step, but did not turn round. He walked stiffly towards her. Suddenly nervous, he didn't know how to explain.
"Hermione, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me because I'm an idiot." He sighed, and thought that he might as well explain it all, now or never.
"I never really spent that much time around girls when I was young, around anyone, for that matter. I never knew, how to act around them. Then I met you, and, you were so different from the rest. You are special to me because you were the first girl who was my friend, in fact you were one of my first friends I ever had. I came Hogwarts, and my life was changed forever. You were a huge part of it. As I grew up, my feelings toward you changed as well. I didn't see you as just the smart, loyal, best friend anymore, I saw you as the beautiful woman you always were. Although your not my first crush, you are the first person to reach this very special place in my heart. It's been really hard to hang around you lately, because of these damned feelings. I don't know how to be just your friend anymore, without having this force that makes me want you. I really love you Hermione- and I just hope, that, even if we can't have the relationship I'd like, that we can still be friends." Harry felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but fear quickly swept in and replaced it. Afraid that he was wrong, wrong about her loving him back, afraid that she would leave him, afraid that she would refuse to talk to him. She stood there, head bowed, and Harry thought his heart had stopped. If only she would do something.
A/n: OK, well, this seems like a great place to stop. Harry just confessed his love to Hermione. And it's extremely late. I want a real fresh mind for when I finish this story. I guess it'll run three chapters.. wow. Anywho, please review and tell me what you think, especially if it sucks, because, right now, I think it does.. see ya.
Ok, I'm uploading it today, because my computer went on the frits last night.
Disclaimer: If I've said it once, I've said it a million times. IT'S ALL MINE! XD
Harry woke up, but kept his eyes shut. He knew it was morning and that Hermione was probably already awake and working on her homework downstairs while waiting for him, but his bed was warm and friendly. He wanted to enjoy it for a few more minuets. He turned over onto his side, and sighed. Thoughts of Hermione flooded his mind, and made him smile inwardly. But his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the hangings that surrounded his bed slide open, and felt the bright light of morning try to penetrate his tightly closed eyes. He heard something crawl on his bed, and sit down carefully next to him. Harry was sure that it was Hermione. He could smell her sweet perfume. He smiled and rolled over to face her. Eyes still closed tight, he wrapped himself around her. He could feel her soft hair on his arms, her warmth, but then Hermione did something that greatly surprised Harry, she purred. Harry opened his eyes wide, and saw that it was Crookshanks wrapped up in his arms, not the women of his dreams. Crookshanks looked content and purred louder. Harry looked over to the end of his bed. Hermione was standing there, laughing at him loudly; he reached for his glasses and put them on.
"Having a good dream, Harry?" she asked between giggles.
"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled, jumping from his bed and lunging at her. "You ruined the best dream I've had in a long while." He lied. "You, and your dumb cat." He grabbed her arms and pulled her towards his bed. He pointed an accusing finger at Crookshanks, who looked a little insulted.
"It's not his fault that you tried to molest him." She tried to sound serious, but laughed again. Harry laughed too, then realized that he was only wearing his Santa hat boxers. Hermione seemed to notice this too, because she was now rolling with laughter and pointing at them. Harry let go of her and ripped his comforter off his bed and wrapped it around himself like a cloak, and he blushed a bit. Hermione climbed on his bed, and placed Crookshanks beside her. He was looking very amused, as she continued to laugh. Harry watched her as she laid down where he'd been sleeping minuets earlier, taking in her long bushy hair, her deep soulful eyes, and her beautiful smile. He wanted more than anything to climb up there with her, to gently kiss her, to hold her close, and to tell her that he loved her. In a swift movement that even surprised himself, Harry climbed on top of her. Hermione leaned back on his pillows. She had a look that invited Harry to follow her action. Their faces were only inches apart, and Harry could feel Hermione tense up even through the thick Hogwarts comforter. He watched her eyes trace his lips, and then they locked eyes. Harry's heart was beating so fast he thought it would pound itself through his chest as he sunk even closer to Hermione. Harry put his arms on either side of her for balance, and she tilted her chin up and slowly closed her eyes. It was the perfect kissing position anyone had ever seen before. Almost like a movie, Harry thought, as he felt her warm breath on his chin. He was about a centimeter away from actually kissing Hermione, when a voice in his head stopped him, and instead he yanked the pillow out from under her head, and slammed it into her face. He bounced off of her, laughing, as she sputtered in shock. He wasn't about to make their friendship weird just because he had these feelings for her. Harry sat at the end of his bed and watched Hermione's facial expressions change from shock (of course), to anger, and then to embarrassment. He could tell instantly, that he'd screwed things up. She glared at him, and he could see tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh, Hermione, don't cry, please. I was just kidding. I didn't hurt you?" Harry asked stupidly and concerned, as he pulled himself closer to her. He prayed he didn't hurt her.
"That's just it, Harry. You're always kidding." She whimpered, as she jumped off his bed, wiping tears away as she wrenched the door open, and ran out.
"Hermione, wait!" Harry yelled, he tried to follow her, but he tripped over his comforter, and fell flat on his face. "Dammit" he cried, as he pulled himself lose, and hurried out the door. It was too late, Harry heard her door slam shut and leaned defeated, against the wall, by the stairs. He slid down the wall and sat in a crumpled pile, on the verge of tears. He'd never made Hermione cry like that before. A pain like he'd never felt before, swept through him.
Crookshanks stepped out of the room and sat across from Harry. He gave Harry a look that plainly said, "You're a really big idiot."
"I know." Harry said, annoyed with himself. The cat seemed compassionate, and walked over to Harry. He purred softly.
"Thanks, I'm glad you're not mad at me now." Harry gently stroked the cat, then stood up. He went back to his room and changed into a pair of jeans and an extremely large hoodie that once was Dudley's. Harry sighed, and went downstairs, he looked at his watch, it was still breakfast, but Harry wasn't hungry. He felt incredibly depressed. He sat down on the squashiest chair in the common room, and stared at the staircase that led up to the girl's dormitories. Ten minutes went by, and all Harry could do was stare at the steps. He was completely alone. If he'd look at the table, he'd see Hermione's homework spread out on top of it. Now what was he supposed to do? He thought angrily. The girl he loved was furious with him, and it was his fault. If only he'd kissed her instead of play stupid. Wait a minuet! Did that mean that Hermione actually liked him, more than a friend? He only punched a pillow in her face because he thought that she wouldn't like it if he had kissed her. Harry stood up, puling on his extremely messy midnight black hair. She obviously wanted to be kissed, and he messed things up so badly, he feared that it would ruin their relationship even more than if he'd actually kissed her. He felt like punching himself in the face. He realized that she must've thought Harry had no feelings for her at all, and he was just leading her on or something to that extent. But what if she was just caught up in the moment? Harry knew that he almost kissed her, and that some situations you do the things that seem right, even if you don't want to.
There were too many questions all at once, and swearing under his breath, he started to leave. Harry nearly ran over the bare Christmas tree that was standing next to the portrait hole. Even the house elves messed up today; there were no ornaments on the tree at all. Feeling painfully depressed, Harry left the common room. He went for a walk around the castle, running that morning's scenario over and over in his mind. Thinking of what he should've done instead, and feeling even worse with every step he took. When Harry was tired of walking around, he looked up, wondering where his feet had taken him. He was standing in front of the portrait of a fruit bowl that led to the kitchens.
Harry thought since it was Christmas Eve, he might as well stop in and say hi to Dobby. He tickled the pear, and then entered the kitchen; most of the elves were busy cleaning it up. Some of the others were preparing lunch. As soon as Harry entered, he was nearly knocked over by Dobby. Dobby had the biggest smile on his face, and was wearing a bright blue biker shorts with a yellow tie and pink office shirt.
"Harry Potter, sir, has come to visit Dobby for the Holidays?" he squeaked joyously. "Harry is too kind to think of Dobby at times like this." A tear gathered in one of his huge tennis ball sized eyes.
"Dobby, how are you?" Harry asked kindly. He didn't know why, but the elf's attention was cheering him up greatly. The ball of color released Harry's knees and said,
"Dobby is well, sir. How is you? Where is Hermniny?" He asked curiously, looking around Harry, incase he was blocking her from his view. Something in Harry's face must've shown Dobby his pain, because he asked,
"Is you and Hermniny fighting, sir? Is it very bad?" he asked softly.
Harry sighed and looked around the kitchen, another elf came by and offered him some tea, which Harry accepted graciously. He sipped his tea, and looked back down at Dobby, who waited patiently for his answer.
"Yeah, Hermione and I had a fight this morning. Now she's mad at me, and she has all the right in world to be." His brief moment of happiness faded away, and he sipped his tea once more.
"Dobby is truly sorry, I knows that you's really liking Hermniny." He said sadly. Harry defiantly didn't want to make Dobby as sad as he felt, so he changed the subject.
"Hey, how come the Christmas tree in the common room isn't decorated, I thought you'd take care of that?" He smiled.
"Oh no!" Dobby shrieked. This startled Harry so much, that he dropped his cup of tea. It shattered and pieces flew all over the place.
"I'm sorry." Harry said to Dobby, who was crying, and to the other elves who rushed over to clean the mess. Harry picked up Dobby and set him on a tiny chair. He too grabbed a chair and sat down carefully. Now Harry had hurt two friends in the same morning. It had to be a record, he thought miserably.
"Dobby, don't worry about it" He said carefully, afraid his friend might have another outburst.
"Dobby, messed up again!" he sobbed. "Dobby forgets to decorate the tree. 'Tis Dobby's favorite parts about Christmas trees too." He wept. Then started to bang his head violently against the table. Harry grabbed his ears, stopping him from injuring himself further.
"Thanks." He mumbled miserably.
"You know what, Dobby?" Harry said smiling. Thinking of a way to make him happy again.
"What?" Dobby asked.
"I've never really decorated a tree before. Perhaps you and I, could decorate it together?"
"Really?" He smiled toothily. A final tear slipped down his face, falling silently to the floor.
"Yeah, why not?"
"O.K. Harry Potter! You is a great friend." He ran to the back of the kitchen before Harry could respond. As he sat there for a bit, drinking a new cup of tea waiting patiently, he worried about Hermione again. What happens if she never speaks to me again? Harry thought desperately. He hardly noticed Dobby's return. He was laden with ornament boxes, bags of tinsel and garland, candles, and peppermint candy canes.
"Me's back!" he proclaimed proudly. Harry smiled and set down his empty cup.
"Yes you are, here let me help you with that." He grabbed a couple bags, and smiled kindly to his tiny friend. "Shall we go?"
"Yes!" Dobby shouted excitedly, and ran to the portrait.
When they entered the common room, it was as silent as a tomb. Harry shivered. He looked down at Dobby, who sat the boxes on the couch nearest the tree, and looked at the girl's staircase. Harry followed his friend's gaze, and saw no one. He sighed loudly, as he set the bags down. Dobby came over to the bags and started digging through them.
"What're you looking for?" Harry asked curiously.
"The star for the tops of the tree, of course." He said brightly.
"Oh." Was all Harry could say.
"Hmmm." Dobby pulled himself out of the bag. "It's must be in the kitchen still, you start decorating, I'll goes and gets it." He smiled warmly and Harry, who nodded. Dobby dashed through the portrait hole, and all was quiet once more. Harry sighed again, as he grabbed a box of red and golden ball ornaments. He'd seen how children were supposed to decorate Christmas trees on Halmark commercials at the Dursleys, but never doing it himself, he felt very stupid starting it alone. He noticed Hermione's homework still on the table, and thought that she must still be in her room. She probably wishes she never stayed for Christmas now, he thought gloomily. Harry returned to the tree, and started hanging the ornaments, examining each one carefully, as he hung them. He picked up an exceptionally shiny one, and looked at himself in the reflection. His handsome face betrayed its natural happy appearance. It looked as sad as he felt, and it made him even more depressed as he hung it on a high branch. Then, as he was removing his hand he saw in its reflection, another figure moving silently across the room. He turned round and watched Hermione try to gather her books. She looked up and stopped moving, like a dear in the headlights, she stared at him wide eyed. Harry saw that her eyes were red and puffy. He didn't know where to begin, his regret was so strong, it made his throat tight. She looked back down at her books, and gathered them up; she passed him silently and started up the stairs.
"Hermione, wait!" Harry finally choked out. She stopped on the first step, but did not turn round. He walked stiffly towards her. Suddenly nervous, he didn't know how to explain.
"Hermione, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me because I'm an idiot." He sighed, and thought that he might as well explain it all, now or never.
"I never really spent that much time around girls when I was young, around anyone, for that matter. I never knew, how to act around them. Then I met you, and, you were so different from the rest. You are special to me because you were the first girl who was my friend, in fact you were one of my first friends I ever had. I came Hogwarts, and my life was changed forever. You were a huge part of it. As I grew up, my feelings toward you changed as well. I didn't see you as just the smart, loyal, best friend anymore, I saw you as the beautiful woman you always were. Although your not my first crush, you are the first person to reach this very special place in my heart. It's been really hard to hang around you lately, because of these damned feelings. I don't know how to be just your friend anymore, without having this force that makes me want you. I really love you Hermione- and I just hope, that, even if we can't have the relationship I'd like, that we can still be friends." Harry felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but fear quickly swept in and replaced it. Afraid that he was wrong, wrong about her loving him back, afraid that she would leave him, afraid that she would refuse to talk to him. She stood there, head bowed, and Harry thought his heart had stopped. If only she would do something.
A/n: OK, well, this seems like a great place to stop. Harry just confessed his love to Hermione. And it's extremely late. I want a real fresh mind for when I finish this story. I guess it'll run three chapters.. wow. Anywho, please review and tell me what you think, especially if it sucks, because, right now, I think it does.. see ya.
Ok, I'm uploading it today, because my computer went on the frits last night.
