A/N: First of all, I am SO sorry that this took me SO long to post. I woke
up this morning at 7 (which is an EXTREMELY ungodly hour for me) because I
was full of ideas and just sat here in a daze (I got three hours of sleep)
and wrote this in two hours. The thing is that I'd written the story up
through Chapter 7, but then decided to expand on it. That's what takes me
so long, that and class and the craziness of my household. I promise that
Chapter 10 won't take anywhere near as long to get up here (though it'll
have to be sometime after this Saturday, that's my birthday *happy grin*).
So forgive me guys, those of you that still bother to check back on this
story. Here are the answers to every review that I promised (for those of
you that don't give a rat's ass, feel free to scroll down to the story,
enjoy and please review):
Andrea: Hehe, I agree. I'm glad you liked it and I did continue it, though not quickly.
DragonFire: For me or Ginny and Harry, haha. I could use that combination though. Again, thank you for coming back once more. Don't breathe on me!
Mary: Thank you. I'm sorry if there's not enough in the chapters for you, that's refreshing; I always think there's too much. Thanks for reviewing and sorry for the delay!
Mikel: Thank you!
Rose Tangle: I hope it's "gotten to you" in a good way, lol. Thank you once again for your insightful remarks. I really appreciate that you take the time to leave them. And yes, it would be GREAT to have nights like that once in a while. But that's what fan fiction is for, haha. Thank you for reviewing and I hope you keep on doing so.
Angel: I'm glad you like Mariah Carey, lol.
Chelsea: Thank you and here you go.
Sheena: Thank you, that's sweet. I'm glad the mushiness wasn't too overpowering. Thank you for being a repeat reviewer.
Yukito Forever: I'm glad it made you feel that way, thanks for reviewing!
Latrisha: LOL. Thank you! That's very, very sweet of you. I'm glad you're enjoying this so much and that you'll forgive me for not updating sooner. Hope you review again!
ShadowStar: Kick ass pen name, by the way. Thank you so very much, I'm very flattered. LOL, Neville's toad's bitch, eh? *Lucy ponders* I'm sure they (the Weasley bros) will too. And about Ron and Hermione…..I'll save that for another story. *wicked grin*
Tiffany: Awww, thank you. I'm sorry I took so long! Hope you like it!
Scarlett Fire: LOL, that's so bad ass. I agree totally, Harry is our drool boy and always will be! And thank you very much, that's so sweet. It's always cool to be an inspiration. I'll look for your stories! Which song were you referring to by the way?
Hermione Granger-Weasley: Haha, sorry that my bit of R/Hr isn't serving your needs. I'm going to write a story about them soon, so you'll get your R/Hr, more than you can stand, mwahahaha! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
HP Freak 845 (alias Chicken Peep): Good to see you back. I'm sorry I've taken so long (as I've said so many times, hehe), but I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
gw4e: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, thank you. I know it's nowhere near perfect, but that's always nice to hear. Thank you!
With that everyone, read on, enjoy, and review!!!
From his place beneath the invisibility cloak, Harry couldn't help but smile at Ginny's exuberance. He had all but forgotten what it was like to wear the cloak for the first time, but it was now fresh in his mind: the wonder, the fear, the pure excitement. Ginny squeezed his hand as they neared the Great Hall. "Now for the fun part." she said sarcastically, not quite able to hide the tremor in her voice. Harry swallowed and squeezed her hand in reassurance. It was not as if this were his first time in any sort of trouble, but being out of doors at all hours with a girl was a whole different kind of trouble. A bitter smile touched his face as he thought of what the Dursleys would say about the letter written by the school after he was caught; that is, if they didn't tear it up first. "Always knew he'd come to no good," Vernon's radish-colored face would bellow, "just like his parents." Aunt Petunia could probably crane her long neck all the way from Privet Drive to get a look at all the trouble Harry would get into. "Imagine that little good for nothing brat being related to us when Dudders is such a good, handsome boy." A snicker escaped Harry at the thought of his cousin; the last time he'd seen him he'd been so large that he took up an entire side of the kitchen table. Ginny looked up from waving her hands in front of her face, thrilling at not seeing them, and asked, "What are you laughing at?" Harry broke free of the reverie in which he was envisioning elephant-sized Dudley in a tutu tap-dancing for scraps and looked down at Ginny. "Oh, nothing in particular." he answered, smiling and squeezing her hand. Each took in a deep breath in the same moment. Before them were the huge doors of the Great Hall. They gripped hands tightly, they could only hope that no one was roaming about as they were. They climbed the stone steps slowly, each trying to put off the inevitable. With a collective sigh, they stood before the doors and Harry whispered "Alohamora" as he pointed his wand at the door. It creaked open slightly and the two slipped in quickly, trying their best to keep the cloak over all of them.
Harry thanked some unknown force for their both being so slim; a large door creaking all the way open would have been a bit more obvious than he would have liked. As it was, the squeal of the hinges now closing behind them was almost unbearable in his state of anxiety. Getting himself into trouble was bad enough, but Ginny, that was another thing. "Oh buck up Potter," said Ginny with a grin, "we're nearly home free." No sooner were the words out of her mouth when they heard a voice rising and echoing. "Blasted Peeves, opening doors; I swear I'll catch you this time you damned poltergeist." Snape. Harry couldn't believe their rotten luck; did Snape have the face AND ears of a bat? Harry looked around fretfully, the voice was nearly floor level; where were they to go? He suddenly felt a hand being clapped roughly over his mouth and asked in an extremely muffled voice "What the hell are you…", but he never finished. Standing before them in full glory was Severus Snape, complete with pink paisley pajamas and BUNNY SLIPPERS?! Harry let out a derisive snort beneath Ginny's hand, whose other was busy muffling the giggles trying to escape from her own mouth. He again thanked that unknown force for the wonderful sight now before him. The pink tassle of Snape's night- cap suddenly swung toward them. It was terrible timing; Ginny had just caught sight of Snape's bunny slippers. Snape's eyes narrowed at the tiny, yet damning sound of Ginny's muffled laugh. "Who's there?" he asked in an evil whisper. A sour grin spread across his sallow face. "If it's you Potter you're going to be sorry. You've traipsed about these grounds once too often. I'll catch you this time you little bastard." Harry heard a tiny sound of indignation erupt from Ginny, whose mouth was now being covered by both her hands. Snape's eyes suddenly snapped in a different direction all together. "Now what have we here?" he asked in that same quiet hiss, a look of gloating in his eyes. Ginny's sharp intake of breath caused Harry, who had been silently praying whatever had distracted Snape would make him leave, to move his eyes in the direction in which Snape had gone. His long, bony fingers now held a worn knapsack and ran along a battered guitar case with the name "Ginny Weasley" emblazoned across it in electric blue letters. "Well, this won't do at all," Snape whispered gleefully, "Potter out in the wee hours of the morning with a GIRL, if you can call her that." It was Harry's turn to growl indignantly, but Ginny had pressed her hands against his mouth ahead of time, anticipating his reaction. Snape's greedy eyes fell back in their direction, but just to the side of Harry's head, upon the doors. "Yes, they must be gone now, probably sneaking off into the forest to fool around." He sneered at the last two words. "Dumbledore will have something to say about this. He can't ignore this kind of evidence. With any luck, Potter AND Weasley will be gone by lunchtime." With that, he gathered Ginny's things quickly and rushed off in the direction of Dumbledore's office, his bunny slippers padding softly.
As soon as Snape had left the room they swiftly and silently climbed the stairs and entered Gryffindor Tower, grateful for the Fat Lady's hangover, which kept her from fully recognizing them. "Bloody hell!" cried Ginny fretfully as soon as they entered the common room. She's inherited more than a love for Quidditch from Ron, Harry thought as she cursed. "What am I going to do?" she asked, on the verge of tears. She was pacing as much as she could in the tight confines of the invisibility cloak. Harry put an arm around her and pulled her to him. "Don't worry, Dumbledore would never believe that you'd sneak off in the middle of the night, especially from Snape who has a predisposition for hating Gryffindors. If you're called in, which I'm sure you will be," a soft moan of anxiety escaped Ginny, "you'll just make something up, say you left your things after the concert last night and forgot they were there." A wicked grin touched Harry's lips. "That is what happened after all, you'll just leave out the last bit about the two of us sneaking out." Ginny's anxious face looked up into his, a look of hope dawning upon it. "Do you really think that'll work Harry? I just don't know what I'd say to my parents or my brothers……God, I don't even want to think about that." she said, her nails in her mouth once more. Harry pulled her hand gently from her mouth and kissed it. "We'll burn that bridge when we come to it. Besides, who's going to find out? I'm not going to tell anyone, and I know you're not. Don't worry about it, everything will be all right. I won't let anything happen to you. If it comes down to it, I'll tell Dumbledore I bewitched you." A sly grin crossed Ginny's face. "But you did Harry Potter." she said, reaching her arms around his neck. Harry pulled off the cloak, no one was going to see them, no use this thing getting in the way, he thought quickly, his eyes on Ginny's mouth. He leaned in and they kissed once more, all of the passion and love that had been there before reflected ten-fold. When they finally parted, Harry was loath to say what he did next. "You'd better get up to your room, people are going to be waking up soon." Ginny sighed sadly and nodded. "I'll see you later though, right?" A flicker of something inexplicable, though Harry took it for doubt, passed through Ginny's brown eyes. "Sooner I hope." answered Harry with a somewhat sheepish grin. Though these feelings were real, it was easier to express them in the dark. Ginny smiled back at him. "Goodnight Harry. I love you." she said, the final three words sounding as if she could hardly believe she was saying them out loud. "I love you too Ginny." Harry replied, running a hand through her fiery hair. With a happy smile on her face and a quick kiss on Harry's cheek, Ginny snuck off, scampering up the girl's stairway, with a final turn and wave.
Harry waved goodbye and ran a hand through his hair. It was hard to believe all this was real, yet the reality was sinking in as he realized how tired he was. As he bent to retrieve his cloak he noticed something strange. In a chair turned toward the fireplace there seemed to be something fluffy and red sitting upon the top. Harry thought it was Crookshanks until the red thing rose in the air and turned toward him. Ron. The look upon Ron's face was, to say the least, frightening. He was nothing short of livid. Before Harry could even react, Ron was coming toward him, speaking a deadly tone. "And to think I was actually worried about you, you no good, you slimy..", "Ron, it's not what you think." Harry interrupted quickly, his mind running over the things that had just been said. He groaned inwardly at all they had just revealed while Ron sat there, listening to it all. "Oh really?" Ron asked, his voice sharp and fierce, "What is it then? Oh I know," he said, sarcasm coating every single word as he edged toward Harry, his fists balled up. "this was all some skit the two of you thought up after gazing into Trelawney's crystal ball, knowing I'd be here. It's all coming clear to me now." he said, mock slapping his forehead. "Well, bravo, brilliant performance. I really believed you in the part of the bastard backstabber." he said with quiet fury, the grin on his face tight and ugly as his dark eyes pierced Harry's. "Ron, you need to let me explain." Ron exploded. "I DON'T HAVE TO LET YOU DO ANYTHING! What I NEED to do is punch you in your slimy face! How could you do that to Ginny? She's an innocent girl, at least she was until you came along." he cried vehemently.
Harry stood, mouth agape, struggling to find words. He'd seen Ron angry many times, but all those times combined were nothing compared to this. "Don't talk about her that way. You don't understand Ron, she saw me kissing Cho and she ran out and I followed her to explain and", he didn't get a chance to finish. "Don't say anything else or I just might kill you Potter." Harry winced at being referred to in such a cold manner, what Malfoy called him. He stood taller. "Do it then. I'm talking aren't I? I'm not lying Weasley." he returned, emphasizing the word bitterly, beginning to feel anger, hot and furious, coursing through him. "Nothing like what you THINK happened between Ginny and me did happen. And I can't believe you'd think we'd do something like that, that SHE'D do something like that! Don't you think more of her than that?" Harry cried angrily, itching to pull his wand, but knowing he'd regret it. Ron looked at him, seeming to ponder what Harry had just said. A battle of conflicting emotions raged upon his face and he looked at Harry with narrowed eyes. "Yes, I do think more of her than that, but not of you, not anymore." With that, he stomped past Harry and out of the portrait hole, seemingly unaware in his state of fury of just how early it was and that he was still in the pajamas he never slept in. Harry sank into a chair by the fireplace, his face in hands. What was he going to do?
A/N2: Dun dun DUN!! Did you guys like it? I'm sure you hate me right now; I know I always hate it when Ron and Harry fight in the books and it's worse with fan fiction, I suppose, because you never know what writers will do to the characters or how long they'll take to do it….*wicked cackle* But seriously, I will update soon, I promise. *crosses fingers behind back* No no, I will. So please REVIEW! They inspire me, seriously, and will help me write faster. Feedback is always a big help! Chapter 10 will be up soon!
REVIEW!!!
Andrea: Hehe, I agree. I'm glad you liked it and I did continue it, though not quickly.
DragonFire: For me or Ginny and Harry, haha. I could use that combination though. Again, thank you for coming back once more. Don't breathe on me!
Mary: Thank you. I'm sorry if there's not enough in the chapters for you, that's refreshing; I always think there's too much. Thanks for reviewing and sorry for the delay!
Mikel: Thank you!
Rose Tangle: I hope it's "gotten to you" in a good way, lol. Thank you once again for your insightful remarks. I really appreciate that you take the time to leave them. And yes, it would be GREAT to have nights like that once in a while. But that's what fan fiction is for, haha. Thank you for reviewing and I hope you keep on doing so.
Angel: I'm glad you like Mariah Carey, lol.
Chelsea: Thank you and here you go.
Sheena: Thank you, that's sweet. I'm glad the mushiness wasn't too overpowering. Thank you for being a repeat reviewer.
Yukito Forever: I'm glad it made you feel that way, thanks for reviewing!
Latrisha: LOL. Thank you! That's very, very sweet of you. I'm glad you're enjoying this so much and that you'll forgive me for not updating sooner. Hope you review again!
ShadowStar: Kick ass pen name, by the way. Thank you so very much, I'm very flattered. LOL, Neville's toad's bitch, eh? *Lucy ponders* I'm sure they (the Weasley bros) will too. And about Ron and Hermione…..I'll save that for another story. *wicked grin*
Tiffany: Awww, thank you. I'm sorry I took so long! Hope you like it!
Scarlett Fire: LOL, that's so bad ass. I agree totally, Harry is our drool boy and always will be! And thank you very much, that's so sweet. It's always cool to be an inspiration. I'll look for your stories! Which song were you referring to by the way?
Hermione Granger-Weasley: Haha, sorry that my bit of R/Hr isn't serving your needs. I'm going to write a story about them soon, so you'll get your R/Hr, more than you can stand, mwahahaha! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
HP Freak 845 (alias Chicken Peep): Good to see you back. I'm sorry I've taken so long (as I've said so many times, hehe), but I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
gw4e: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, thank you. I know it's nowhere near perfect, but that's always nice to hear. Thank you!
With that everyone, read on, enjoy, and review!!!
From his place beneath the invisibility cloak, Harry couldn't help but smile at Ginny's exuberance. He had all but forgotten what it was like to wear the cloak for the first time, but it was now fresh in his mind: the wonder, the fear, the pure excitement. Ginny squeezed his hand as they neared the Great Hall. "Now for the fun part." she said sarcastically, not quite able to hide the tremor in her voice. Harry swallowed and squeezed her hand in reassurance. It was not as if this were his first time in any sort of trouble, but being out of doors at all hours with a girl was a whole different kind of trouble. A bitter smile touched his face as he thought of what the Dursleys would say about the letter written by the school after he was caught; that is, if they didn't tear it up first. "Always knew he'd come to no good," Vernon's radish-colored face would bellow, "just like his parents." Aunt Petunia could probably crane her long neck all the way from Privet Drive to get a look at all the trouble Harry would get into. "Imagine that little good for nothing brat being related to us when Dudders is such a good, handsome boy." A snicker escaped Harry at the thought of his cousin; the last time he'd seen him he'd been so large that he took up an entire side of the kitchen table. Ginny looked up from waving her hands in front of her face, thrilling at not seeing them, and asked, "What are you laughing at?" Harry broke free of the reverie in which he was envisioning elephant-sized Dudley in a tutu tap-dancing for scraps and looked down at Ginny. "Oh, nothing in particular." he answered, smiling and squeezing her hand. Each took in a deep breath in the same moment. Before them were the huge doors of the Great Hall. They gripped hands tightly, they could only hope that no one was roaming about as they were. They climbed the stone steps slowly, each trying to put off the inevitable. With a collective sigh, they stood before the doors and Harry whispered "Alohamora" as he pointed his wand at the door. It creaked open slightly and the two slipped in quickly, trying their best to keep the cloak over all of them.
Harry thanked some unknown force for their both being so slim; a large door creaking all the way open would have been a bit more obvious than he would have liked. As it was, the squeal of the hinges now closing behind them was almost unbearable in his state of anxiety. Getting himself into trouble was bad enough, but Ginny, that was another thing. "Oh buck up Potter," said Ginny with a grin, "we're nearly home free." No sooner were the words out of her mouth when they heard a voice rising and echoing. "Blasted Peeves, opening doors; I swear I'll catch you this time you damned poltergeist." Snape. Harry couldn't believe their rotten luck; did Snape have the face AND ears of a bat? Harry looked around fretfully, the voice was nearly floor level; where were they to go? He suddenly felt a hand being clapped roughly over his mouth and asked in an extremely muffled voice "What the hell are you…", but he never finished. Standing before them in full glory was Severus Snape, complete with pink paisley pajamas and BUNNY SLIPPERS?! Harry let out a derisive snort beneath Ginny's hand, whose other was busy muffling the giggles trying to escape from her own mouth. He again thanked that unknown force for the wonderful sight now before him. The pink tassle of Snape's night- cap suddenly swung toward them. It was terrible timing; Ginny had just caught sight of Snape's bunny slippers. Snape's eyes narrowed at the tiny, yet damning sound of Ginny's muffled laugh. "Who's there?" he asked in an evil whisper. A sour grin spread across his sallow face. "If it's you Potter you're going to be sorry. You've traipsed about these grounds once too often. I'll catch you this time you little bastard." Harry heard a tiny sound of indignation erupt from Ginny, whose mouth was now being covered by both her hands. Snape's eyes suddenly snapped in a different direction all together. "Now what have we here?" he asked in that same quiet hiss, a look of gloating in his eyes. Ginny's sharp intake of breath caused Harry, who had been silently praying whatever had distracted Snape would make him leave, to move his eyes in the direction in which Snape had gone. His long, bony fingers now held a worn knapsack and ran along a battered guitar case with the name "Ginny Weasley" emblazoned across it in electric blue letters. "Well, this won't do at all," Snape whispered gleefully, "Potter out in the wee hours of the morning with a GIRL, if you can call her that." It was Harry's turn to growl indignantly, but Ginny had pressed her hands against his mouth ahead of time, anticipating his reaction. Snape's greedy eyes fell back in their direction, but just to the side of Harry's head, upon the doors. "Yes, they must be gone now, probably sneaking off into the forest to fool around." He sneered at the last two words. "Dumbledore will have something to say about this. He can't ignore this kind of evidence. With any luck, Potter AND Weasley will be gone by lunchtime." With that, he gathered Ginny's things quickly and rushed off in the direction of Dumbledore's office, his bunny slippers padding softly.
As soon as Snape had left the room they swiftly and silently climbed the stairs and entered Gryffindor Tower, grateful for the Fat Lady's hangover, which kept her from fully recognizing them. "Bloody hell!" cried Ginny fretfully as soon as they entered the common room. She's inherited more than a love for Quidditch from Ron, Harry thought as she cursed. "What am I going to do?" she asked, on the verge of tears. She was pacing as much as she could in the tight confines of the invisibility cloak. Harry put an arm around her and pulled her to him. "Don't worry, Dumbledore would never believe that you'd sneak off in the middle of the night, especially from Snape who has a predisposition for hating Gryffindors. If you're called in, which I'm sure you will be," a soft moan of anxiety escaped Ginny, "you'll just make something up, say you left your things after the concert last night and forgot they were there." A wicked grin touched Harry's lips. "That is what happened after all, you'll just leave out the last bit about the two of us sneaking out." Ginny's anxious face looked up into his, a look of hope dawning upon it. "Do you really think that'll work Harry? I just don't know what I'd say to my parents or my brothers……God, I don't even want to think about that." she said, her nails in her mouth once more. Harry pulled her hand gently from her mouth and kissed it. "We'll burn that bridge when we come to it. Besides, who's going to find out? I'm not going to tell anyone, and I know you're not. Don't worry about it, everything will be all right. I won't let anything happen to you. If it comes down to it, I'll tell Dumbledore I bewitched you." A sly grin crossed Ginny's face. "But you did Harry Potter." she said, reaching her arms around his neck. Harry pulled off the cloak, no one was going to see them, no use this thing getting in the way, he thought quickly, his eyes on Ginny's mouth. He leaned in and they kissed once more, all of the passion and love that had been there before reflected ten-fold. When they finally parted, Harry was loath to say what he did next. "You'd better get up to your room, people are going to be waking up soon." Ginny sighed sadly and nodded. "I'll see you later though, right?" A flicker of something inexplicable, though Harry took it for doubt, passed through Ginny's brown eyes. "Sooner I hope." answered Harry with a somewhat sheepish grin. Though these feelings were real, it was easier to express them in the dark. Ginny smiled back at him. "Goodnight Harry. I love you." she said, the final three words sounding as if she could hardly believe she was saying them out loud. "I love you too Ginny." Harry replied, running a hand through her fiery hair. With a happy smile on her face and a quick kiss on Harry's cheek, Ginny snuck off, scampering up the girl's stairway, with a final turn and wave.
Harry waved goodbye and ran a hand through his hair. It was hard to believe all this was real, yet the reality was sinking in as he realized how tired he was. As he bent to retrieve his cloak he noticed something strange. In a chair turned toward the fireplace there seemed to be something fluffy and red sitting upon the top. Harry thought it was Crookshanks until the red thing rose in the air and turned toward him. Ron. The look upon Ron's face was, to say the least, frightening. He was nothing short of livid. Before Harry could even react, Ron was coming toward him, speaking a deadly tone. "And to think I was actually worried about you, you no good, you slimy..", "Ron, it's not what you think." Harry interrupted quickly, his mind running over the things that had just been said. He groaned inwardly at all they had just revealed while Ron sat there, listening to it all. "Oh really?" Ron asked, his voice sharp and fierce, "What is it then? Oh I know," he said, sarcasm coating every single word as he edged toward Harry, his fists balled up. "this was all some skit the two of you thought up after gazing into Trelawney's crystal ball, knowing I'd be here. It's all coming clear to me now." he said, mock slapping his forehead. "Well, bravo, brilliant performance. I really believed you in the part of the bastard backstabber." he said with quiet fury, the grin on his face tight and ugly as his dark eyes pierced Harry's. "Ron, you need to let me explain." Ron exploded. "I DON'T HAVE TO LET YOU DO ANYTHING! What I NEED to do is punch you in your slimy face! How could you do that to Ginny? She's an innocent girl, at least she was until you came along." he cried vehemently.
Harry stood, mouth agape, struggling to find words. He'd seen Ron angry many times, but all those times combined were nothing compared to this. "Don't talk about her that way. You don't understand Ron, she saw me kissing Cho and she ran out and I followed her to explain and", he didn't get a chance to finish. "Don't say anything else or I just might kill you Potter." Harry winced at being referred to in such a cold manner, what Malfoy called him. He stood taller. "Do it then. I'm talking aren't I? I'm not lying Weasley." he returned, emphasizing the word bitterly, beginning to feel anger, hot and furious, coursing through him. "Nothing like what you THINK happened between Ginny and me did happen. And I can't believe you'd think we'd do something like that, that SHE'D do something like that! Don't you think more of her than that?" Harry cried angrily, itching to pull his wand, but knowing he'd regret it. Ron looked at him, seeming to ponder what Harry had just said. A battle of conflicting emotions raged upon his face and he looked at Harry with narrowed eyes. "Yes, I do think more of her than that, but not of you, not anymore." With that, he stomped past Harry and out of the portrait hole, seemingly unaware in his state of fury of just how early it was and that he was still in the pajamas he never slept in. Harry sank into a chair by the fireplace, his face in hands. What was he going to do?
A/N2: Dun dun DUN!! Did you guys like it? I'm sure you hate me right now; I know I always hate it when Ron and Harry fight in the books and it's worse with fan fiction, I suppose, because you never know what writers will do to the characters or how long they'll take to do it….*wicked cackle* But seriously, I will update soon, I promise. *crosses fingers behind back* No no, I will. So please REVIEW! They inspire me, seriously, and will help me write faster. Feedback is always a big help! Chapter 10 will be up soon!
REVIEW!!!
