A/N: Hello, I'm a bit bugged. I read this fanfiction story a while ago that
was Draco/Hermione with the song "Hands Clean" by Alanis Morissette in one
of the chapters, where it's Draco's last day at Hogwarts and he and
Hermione kinda make a connection and then he goes off and they meet again
and she stops him from getting married. Well, I can't find it again so if
anyone know who writes it or the title…? Thanks! Whoever you are that finds
it out, I'll repay you somehow.
Actually, I have an idea. On my last chapter or upcoming one I was gonna somehow work the names of some of my faithul following (what I call my reviewers that look for my chapter each time and review) briefly. Like, I don't know, but I thought it'd be nice. Ahh! And I have two ideas for a story I'd like to pose to you: do you like them? Which should I do first? Huh huh huh? Please lmk!
Idea #1
{What if it was your last day to live?
Draco Malfoy is faced with this question. He once promised himself as a Death Eater, but it is his 18th birthday, which i coincidentally also his last day at Hogwarts, and he has not yet taken his final vows. When the clock strikes midnight, and Draco hasn't taken his oath, he will die.
What would you do if it was your last day on earth? Tell the girl you've always longed for that you are in love with her? Kill your sworn enemy? Finally do things right? For when midnight comes, none of that will matter.}
Idea #2
{Our Song
Draco and Hermione are forced by their drama teacher to create a song together to perform it at Talent Night in a concerted effort. Draco and Hermione are both livid, for they've sworn their hatred for the other time and again, but their is nothing they can do or say that will change their teacher's mind.
How can you share a song when one wants it about ambition and betrayal and the other wants to bring earnesty and truth to it, while passions burn outside of the song's lyrics? One thing's for sure: this is one collaboration that has the makings of a harmonious song... and a harmonious relationship.)
Disclaimer: Honestly, I stole the little "gonna kill you" dialogue from suddenly susan! Hp is JK's
Ok, on with the story! Sorry bout that but LMK what you think!
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An hour had gone by on the plane with minimal conversation. An "Ow, geroff me!" or a "You're taking up all the space!" would be muttered, but that was only in the back; Hermione still glared daggers at the window and Draco was about to doze off when--
"Herm--Ayyyyy!" Draco yelped; he had been trying to get her attention but she had turned and the palm of her right hand made full contact with his left cheek. He sat rubbing it, afraid to say anything else. The confrontation had caught the attention of the rest and they all stared, waiting for Hermione or Draco to say something.
"I know why it all seemed so familiar," Hermione screeched. "I had a dream! I had a dream!" She poised back, ready to throw another slap but Ron from the back grabbed her wrist and restrained her.
"What are you talking about?" Draco and Ron cried in unison.
"Let go, Ron!" Hermione wailed, thrashing about to no effect. "That dirty, lying prat read my diary!" She felt Ron let go and took the opportunity to hit Draco again. Only this time, her palm was closed and Hermione's balled fist connected square with Draco's jaw.
"Bitch," he sputtered, without thinking, as he clutched his jaw. Blood began trickling from his mouth. "I think she broke it!"
"You read her diary?" Ginny was leaning forward over his seat, her eyes incredulous. "How could you?" She swatted the back of his head and Draco winced.
"Prat," Cho murmured into Ron's shoulder.
"You should've hit him harder," Ginny agreed, a malicious glint dancing around in her eyes.
"C'mon, Draco," Ron snorted, suppressing a chuckle, "even I'm not that dumb. You're messed up, man, really messed up. I'll fix your jaw." Ron pulled out his wand.
"Don't!" Harry insisted. "It's a Muggle trip. Besides, let him suffer."
"Messed up, really messed up," Ron repeated, smirking, but he fixed Draco's jaw anyway.
"Shut it, Weasly." Ron looked surprised; there was nothing good-natured about Draco's murderous tone. Draco realized how much it sounded like a couple of years ago, when he would pass them in the halls and trade insults. He didn't want to be like that anymore, so why did that attitude keep flaring up every time there was a serious conflict? It was almost automatic, involuntary. Draco shuddered, and felt his jaw. It was realigned and he wiped off some of the blood.
"Listen, I'm sorry Hermione," Draco sputtered, but it sounded insincere even to him. "Okay, okay, I'm a prat!" Draco threw his arms up, exasperated. "Jesus, Hermione, I'm sorry. I can't take it back now, it was stupid."
"Oh, it was stupid." Draco, along with everyone else, jumped at the sound of Hermione's voice. It was almost as if the sweet, mild-mannered girl had been possessed by an alien. Her voice was so deadly and low, and yet like the possessed doll from the Twilight Zone that said in that sickingly sweet voice, "Hi, I'm Tiny Tina and I'm going to kill you."
"It was incredibly stupid," Hermione repeated, a twisted smile forming on her lips. "Almost as stupid as deserting me for some bimbo at Owl's last night. Right, Draco? Right?"
"I, uh... er, well..." Draco stuttered, actually fearing for his life.
"I'm going to kill you," Hermione said, the demented smile leaving her face. Her voice sounded a bit more normal... murderously normal, but at least not possessed. "And we're not talking about the ha-ha I'm gonna kill you, I'm actually going to kill you."
"You're not smiling," Draco said, pressing himself against his seat, becoming quite a bit wary. The three in the backseat followed suit and Harry, who had been turning around from the front seat, turned back to face forward.
"That's because I'm going to kill you," Hermione repeated; she moved so close to Draco that he stopped breathing; then suddenly with one swift motion she was back in her seat, sitting still. "Now Draco," she said calmly, and the anger seemed to have faded from her eyes, "please tell me what you did--let me rephrase that, who you did last night."
"Hermione," Draco said, still eying her cautiously, "I didn't do anyone. Honest." He realized she was studying his face and so Draco put on his most innocent expression. "I was going to," he added quickly under his breath, hoping she wouldn't hear; unfortunately, Hermione's face whipped around, waiting for an explanation. "I had a lot to drink after you left, because I felt really stupid, okay?"
Hermione nodded, as if to say, "Point taken."
"And so one of the waitresses, Charlotte I think--"
"Charlene," Hermione cut in briskly.
"Charlotte."
"Charlene."
"Charlotte--it was, er, a different waitress," Draco admitted, swallowing hard and blushing.
"Draco, you player!" Ron laughed; Cho hit his shoulder and he stopped abruptly.
"Just let me continue," Draco said, trying to keep the sharpness of the old Draco out of his tone. "Well, we got to her apartment and she was changing in the bathroom and then she calls out to me..." And Draco paused for dramatic effect, drawing a dirty glare from soap opera fanatic Ginny. "And she called to me, from the bathroom, 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?'"
No further explanation was needed; Hermione turned to him with this understanding, questioning look. "It... it made me remember talking to you. And being with you. And suddenly I didn't want to be there anymore... I bolted." Draco stopped and shyly met Hermione's eyes. She was staring at him, unblinking. "Say something," Draco breathed, feeling incredibly nervous.
What was it with Hermione? Why had he wanted to play with her mind by acting out her dream? Why hadn't he just teased her, it'd get the same effect! Why did he resist the Owl's girl because of Hermione? It wasn't as if she was his girlfriend. It wasn't as if she liked him. It wasn't as if... "I like her," Draco groaned inwardly, tossing the idea around in his mind.
Draco was snapped out of thought as Hermione jumped toward him and embraced him tightly. "I'm sorry, Draco, I shouldn't have jumped on you like that," she whispered into his shoulder, which was getting damp. "Why did she have to go and cry?" Draco complained mentally; it wasn't easy on him without the tears.
"Nah, you are right, I was stupid."
"Yeah, I am," Hermione agreed, laughing a little. They pulled apart and Draco watched, almost mesmerized, as she wiped the tears from her face while smiling.
"That... is so... beautiful," Ginny sniffled from the backseat. Apparently Draco and Hermione had become one of her soaps.
"So, friends?" Hermione posed the question on everybody's mind.
Somehow this irked Draco. He had thought... that after what happened... "Uh, yeah, of course," he said, plastering a fake smile on his face. Didn't she feel what he did? Didn't she remember that he had asked her out on a date?
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With Draco and Hermione's issue done, Harry settled back into his seat and closed his eyes. But there was that annoying little boy on the inside of his eyelids, and Harry deemed it not normal. Harry began blinking as fast as he could.
"I'm not a contact lens, you can't blink me out," the little boy sneered. Apparently, the mini-Harry went from moods of sadness to anger and he was definitely in an angry mood. "Anyway, congratulations for figuring it out," he spat sarcastically. "Unfortunately, they won't have news on a girl from England in Arkansas."
"I know that," Harry exclaimed, although he was somewhat sure that he was not speaking aloud. "But what can I do? I'm in the United States! Go away, would you!?"
"Snuffles," the little boy smirked, and disappeared; Harry sat up spasmodically, drawing attention from the pilot.
"You alright, son?"
"Of course!" Harry exclaimed, for what seemed like the fiftieth time.
"Energetic lad," the pilot smiled, steering the plane to the left.
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"Whoa…" Ginny stumbled over the last step of the plane and planted her feet firmly on the ground. She felt Ron grip her shoulder from behind. "What?"
"Be lucky this plane wasn't sabotaged," he grumbled.
Ginny clenched her teeth, sensing her brother's grumpy mood. "What's that supposed to mean, Ron?"
"I'm just saying that you accepted it from a perfect stranger, a stranger that you went out without even consulting me," Ron replied simply.
Ginny bristled at his I-know-everything type of smile. "Ron, you may be my older brother but I wouldn't have accepted if I had any reason to think he was suspicious. I can make my own decisions, you know, and I don't need your permission. Besides, everything worked out okay."
"But it might not have," Ron replied, still not losing his assuming smile. Because guys are stupid, as we have firmly established in this chapter, Ron didn't understand when Ginny stomped off, fuming. "Girls," he muttered.
"Guys," Cho corrected; she leaned up on her toes and kissed Ron on the cheek, then went venturing after Ginny.
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A/N: Hey, and thaaaaaaaaanks for all of your reviews! They all seem to come on the first night, that's odd. Well, a special thanks to SLYTHERIN MUDBLOOD, FLAME & ICE, HERMIONEG89, MIYA QUI, LYDIA, CALYPSO IN LOVE, JM, and ?HUH? for reading my author notes!!!
Riley Johnson—Thanks very much! Sorry it's been a week or something, well, yes, she needed to maim him! It's only funny until someone gets hurt… then it's hilarious!
Junsui Chikyuu—LOL, 3/17 is also the anniversary of Evacuation Day (1776) Don't ask, I just finished learning the Revolutionary War
Slytherin Mudblood—I do have IM, although I'm rarely on it. I can't tell you unless you promise you're not an axe murderer that wants to stalk and rape me… hehe… too many internet freaks. How old r u? u don't have 2 answer, just sometimes I feel weird talking to people waaaay older than me Glad you've been enjoying!
Flame and Ice—lol, that was confusing. Thanks tho and for the lalala…
Mirei nochi—awww, thankkkkks!
PLt—I'm glad to hear! Hopefully you'll love this chapter as well!
HermioneG89—lalala! Thanks!
Lady Nicolia—Forgive me, Lady, forgive! This should solve…
Magic Bunny—Not in a mean way, it's just one of those funnyish things. LOL, I will go read your story by tonight, I'm sure it's good.
Lanni—First, love the name. I'm glad u like! O PEOPLE! ANNOUNCEMENT: IF U WANNA CALL ME BY A NAME (IM NOT ALLOWED TO REVEAL MY REAL 1) JUST CALL ME TORI. IT'S SHORT FOR ESCRITORA) hehe, sorry lanni I used ur space for this… thanku always!
2—Nice choice of number. Thank you!
MiyaQui—I think I may have to write one in! LOL, well, thanks for the idea and review!
Kristina—LOL, thanks, I found that description quite original myself!
Ginny—Thank you, and thank you for loving it!
Discordscat—Thankyou Discordscat! I am running out of things to say in these reviews! D'oh!
Glossy—Thanks, neither can I… nah, j/k…
Calypso in Love—Great pen name, don't know if I've already said that. Yes, well, at least he has an explanation. Sap and fluff, sap and fluff!
Lydia—I am in Spanish 1 also! But, I already knew a lot of spanish so it's pretty easy. I love languages, my friends think I'm crazy cuz I'm the only one who likes that class! Call me Tori, short for Escritora… thanks millions!
Calypso in Love (again)—Hey, you remembered the lalala! 2nd times the charm! Yes, I imagine that is what she thought. And here's a hint for this chapter: I think she does realize she wants to be more than friends… if it was her POV, things might seem differently…
Dragongirl—Hey, thank you, not me! Glad u like!
Sun Queen—I love first time reviewers! Like, this story is getting so long that I wasn't expecting any more first-timers that weren't following chapter to chapter. I'll see what I can do for Harry but I think I'm getting to engulfed in romance.
JM—Great! A couple of ppl have said that and it feels cool! It sux tho, I think in my state thy're gonna make a law saying that you don't get license til 17! Well, thanks.
Psychee—I'm officially afraid of you. Don't hate the author, hate the game! Thanks for the, er, flattery. Please don't hurt me, and thanks for reviewing!
Flame and Ice—Huh??? Well, thanks again!
Natasha—LOL, I never realized how funny Seinfeld was. Funny episode. O wait, I'm thanking ppl for reviews. Sry bout that, Natasha. Yes, I am too polite. I don't get in fights, sometimes I think I should. But I don't know you and I don't wanna offend you or anything.
Just_ignore_me—now that's some self esteem! J/k… well, first off let me start by saying I am truly sorry. I never meant to offend you, let alone anyone. I really didn't find that offensive when I checked over it, and I apologize. However, in my defense, I never said this was typical of all people in Tennessee, this is just what you assumed. I'm sure there is one place like this—actually, I'm positive. My family drives to Louisiana a lot through Tennessee and we stopped at a place like this. I never said all were like that. And, Uncle Sam's is just a name. I don't see how anyone can find that offensive. So, I really don't think it was crude but since you felt that way, I'm sorry that you took this personally. It was not meant to do so. Thank you for reviewing.
?huh?—I think u may be the same person as just_ignore_me, anyway, u caught on to the lalala
little trumpeter—Heh heh, thought people would appreciate that. I'm so glad you like! Thank you!
Sucker For Romance—And I have, sucker for romance, I have. Um, lol. Well, thanks!
Phew! Tons of reviews, thank you! That took longer than this chapter! Ah, and that 70's show will be on soon and it looks funny tonight! Ha ha, well, see ya later! Please lmk about the story ideas, if you missed them they're at the top, and find that story!!!
And I'm out…
Actually, I have an idea. On my last chapter or upcoming one I was gonna somehow work the names of some of my faithul following (what I call my reviewers that look for my chapter each time and review) briefly. Like, I don't know, but I thought it'd be nice. Ahh! And I have two ideas for a story I'd like to pose to you: do you like them? Which should I do first? Huh huh huh? Please lmk!
Idea #1
{What if it was your last day to live?
Draco Malfoy is faced with this question. He once promised himself as a Death Eater, but it is his 18th birthday, which i coincidentally also his last day at Hogwarts, and he has not yet taken his final vows. When the clock strikes midnight, and Draco hasn't taken his oath, he will die.
What would you do if it was your last day on earth? Tell the girl you've always longed for that you are in love with her? Kill your sworn enemy? Finally do things right? For when midnight comes, none of that will matter.}
Idea #2
{Our Song
Draco and Hermione are forced by their drama teacher to create a song together to perform it at Talent Night in a concerted effort. Draco and Hermione are both livid, for they've sworn their hatred for the other time and again, but their is nothing they can do or say that will change their teacher's mind.
How can you share a song when one wants it about ambition and betrayal and the other wants to bring earnesty and truth to it, while passions burn outside of the song's lyrics? One thing's for sure: this is one collaboration that has the makings of a harmonious song... and a harmonious relationship.)
Disclaimer: Honestly, I stole the little "gonna kill you" dialogue from suddenly susan! Hp is JK's
Ok, on with the story! Sorry bout that but LMK what you think!
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An hour had gone by on the plane with minimal conversation. An "Ow, geroff me!" or a "You're taking up all the space!" would be muttered, but that was only in the back; Hermione still glared daggers at the window and Draco was about to doze off when--
"Herm--Ayyyyy!" Draco yelped; he had been trying to get her attention but she had turned and the palm of her right hand made full contact with his left cheek. He sat rubbing it, afraid to say anything else. The confrontation had caught the attention of the rest and they all stared, waiting for Hermione or Draco to say something.
"I know why it all seemed so familiar," Hermione screeched. "I had a dream! I had a dream!" She poised back, ready to throw another slap but Ron from the back grabbed her wrist and restrained her.
"What are you talking about?" Draco and Ron cried in unison.
"Let go, Ron!" Hermione wailed, thrashing about to no effect. "That dirty, lying prat read my diary!" She felt Ron let go and took the opportunity to hit Draco again. Only this time, her palm was closed and Hermione's balled fist connected square with Draco's jaw.
"Bitch," he sputtered, without thinking, as he clutched his jaw. Blood began trickling from his mouth. "I think she broke it!"
"You read her diary?" Ginny was leaning forward over his seat, her eyes incredulous. "How could you?" She swatted the back of his head and Draco winced.
"Prat," Cho murmured into Ron's shoulder.
"You should've hit him harder," Ginny agreed, a malicious glint dancing around in her eyes.
"C'mon, Draco," Ron snorted, suppressing a chuckle, "even I'm not that dumb. You're messed up, man, really messed up. I'll fix your jaw." Ron pulled out his wand.
"Don't!" Harry insisted. "It's a Muggle trip. Besides, let him suffer."
"Messed up, really messed up," Ron repeated, smirking, but he fixed Draco's jaw anyway.
"Shut it, Weasly." Ron looked surprised; there was nothing good-natured about Draco's murderous tone. Draco realized how much it sounded like a couple of years ago, when he would pass them in the halls and trade insults. He didn't want to be like that anymore, so why did that attitude keep flaring up every time there was a serious conflict? It was almost automatic, involuntary. Draco shuddered, and felt his jaw. It was realigned and he wiped off some of the blood.
"Listen, I'm sorry Hermione," Draco sputtered, but it sounded insincere even to him. "Okay, okay, I'm a prat!" Draco threw his arms up, exasperated. "Jesus, Hermione, I'm sorry. I can't take it back now, it was stupid."
"Oh, it was stupid." Draco, along with everyone else, jumped at the sound of Hermione's voice. It was almost as if the sweet, mild-mannered girl had been possessed by an alien. Her voice was so deadly and low, and yet like the possessed doll from the Twilight Zone that said in that sickingly sweet voice, "Hi, I'm Tiny Tina and I'm going to kill you."
"It was incredibly stupid," Hermione repeated, a twisted smile forming on her lips. "Almost as stupid as deserting me for some bimbo at Owl's last night. Right, Draco? Right?"
"I, uh... er, well..." Draco stuttered, actually fearing for his life.
"I'm going to kill you," Hermione said, the demented smile leaving her face. Her voice sounded a bit more normal... murderously normal, but at least not possessed. "And we're not talking about the ha-ha I'm gonna kill you, I'm actually going to kill you."
"You're not smiling," Draco said, pressing himself against his seat, becoming quite a bit wary. The three in the backseat followed suit and Harry, who had been turning around from the front seat, turned back to face forward.
"That's because I'm going to kill you," Hermione repeated; she moved so close to Draco that he stopped breathing; then suddenly with one swift motion she was back in her seat, sitting still. "Now Draco," she said calmly, and the anger seemed to have faded from her eyes, "please tell me what you did--let me rephrase that, who you did last night."
"Hermione," Draco said, still eying her cautiously, "I didn't do anyone. Honest." He realized she was studying his face and so Draco put on his most innocent expression. "I was going to," he added quickly under his breath, hoping she wouldn't hear; unfortunately, Hermione's face whipped around, waiting for an explanation. "I had a lot to drink after you left, because I felt really stupid, okay?"
Hermione nodded, as if to say, "Point taken."
"And so one of the waitresses, Charlotte I think--"
"Charlene," Hermione cut in briskly.
"Charlotte."
"Charlene."
"Charlotte--it was, er, a different waitress," Draco admitted, swallowing hard and blushing.
"Draco, you player!" Ron laughed; Cho hit his shoulder and he stopped abruptly.
"Just let me continue," Draco said, trying to keep the sharpness of the old Draco out of his tone. "Well, we got to her apartment and she was changing in the bathroom and then she calls out to me..." And Draco paused for dramatic effect, drawing a dirty glare from soap opera fanatic Ginny. "And she called to me, from the bathroom, 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?'"
No further explanation was needed; Hermione turned to him with this understanding, questioning look. "It... it made me remember talking to you. And being with you. And suddenly I didn't want to be there anymore... I bolted." Draco stopped and shyly met Hermione's eyes. She was staring at him, unblinking. "Say something," Draco breathed, feeling incredibly nervous.
What was it with Hermione? Why had he wanted to play with her mind by acting out her dream? Why hadn't he just teased her, it'd get the same effect! Why did he resist the Owl's girl because of Hermione? It wasn't as if she was his girlfriend. It wasn't as if she liked him. It wasn't as if... "I like her," Draco groaned inwardly, tossing the idea around in his mind.
Draco was snapped out of thought as Hermione jumped toward him and embraced him tightly. "I'm sorry, Draco, I shouldn't have jumped on you like that," she whispered into his shoulder, which was getting damp. "Why did she have to go and cry?" Draco complained mentally; it wasn't easy on him without the tears.
"Nah, you are right, I was stupid."
"Yeah, I am," Hermione agreed, laughing a little. They pulled apart and Draco watched, almost mesmerized, as she wiped the tears from her face while smiling.
"That... is so... beautiful," Ginny sniffled from the backseat. Apparently Draco and Hermione had become one of her soaps.
"So, friends?" Hermione posed the question on everybody's mind.
Somehow this irked Draco. He had thought... that after what happened... "Uh, yeah, of course," he said, plastering a fake smile on his face. Didn't she feel what he did? Didn't she remember that he had asked her out on a date?
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With Draco and Hermione's issue done, Harry settled back into his seat and closed his eyes. But there was that annoying little boy on the inside of his eyelids, and Harry deemed it not normal. Harry began blinking as fast as he could.
"I'm not a contact lens, you can't blink me out," the little boy sneered. Apparently, the mini-Harry went from moods of sadness to anger and he was definitely in an angry mood. "Anyway, congratulations for figuring it out," he spat sarcastically. "Unfortunately, they won't have news on a girl from England in Arkansas."
"I know that," Harry exclaimed, although he was somewhat sure that he was not speaking aloud. "But what can I do? I'm in the United States! Go away, would you!?"
"Snuffles," the little boy smirked, and disappeared; Harry sat up spasmodically, drawing attention from the pilot.
"You alright, son?"
"Of course!" Harry exclaimed, for what seemed like the fiftieth time.
"Energetic lad," the pilot smiled, steering the plane to the left.
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"Whoa…" Ginny stumbled over the last step of the plane and planted her feet firmly on the ground. She felt Ron grip her shoulder from behind. "What?"
"Be lucky this plane wasn't sabotaged," he grumbled.
Ginny clenched her teeth, sensing her brother's grumpy mood. "What's that supposed to mean, Ron?"
"I'm just saying that you accepted it from a perfect stranger, a stranger that you went out without even consulting me," Ron replied simply.
Ginny bristled at his I-know-everything type of smile. "Ron, you may be my older brother but I wouldn't have accepted if I had any reason to think he was suspicious. I can make my own decisions, you know, and I don't need your permission. Besides, everything worked out okay."
"But it might not have," Ron replied, still not losing his assuming smile. Because guys are stupid, as we have firmly established in this chapter, Ron didn't understand when Ginny stomped off, fuming. "Girls," he muttered.
"Guys," Cho corrected; she leaned up on her toes and kissed Ron on the cheek, then went venturing after Ginny.
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A/N: Hey, and thaaaaaaaaanks for all of your reviews! They all seem to come on the first night, that's odd. Well, a special thanks to SLYTHERIN MUDBLOOD, FLAME & ICE, HERMIONEG89, MIYA QUI, LYDIA, CALYPSO IN LOVE, JM, and ?HUH? for reading my author notes!!!
Riley Johnson—Thanks very much! Sorry it's been a week or something, well, yes, she needed to maim him! It's only funny until someone gets hurt… then it's hilarious!
Junsui Chikyuu—LOL, 3/17 is also the anniversary of Evacuation Day (1776) Don't ask, I just finished learning the Revolutionary War
Slytherin Mudblood—I do have IM, although I'm rarely on it. I can't tell you unless you promise you're not an axe murderer that wants to stalk and rape me… hehe… too many internet freaks. How old r u? u don't have 2 answer, just sometimes I feel weird talking to people waaaay older than me Glad you've been enjoying!
Flame and Ice—lol, that was confusing. Thanks tho and for the lalala…
Mirei nochi—awww, thankkkkks!
PLt—I'm glad to hear! Hopefully you'll love this chapter as well!
HermioneG89—lalala! Thanks!
Lady Nicolia—Forgive me, Lady, forgive! This should solve…
Magic Bunny—Not in a mean way, it's just one of those funnyish things. LOL, I will go read your story by tonight, I'm sure it's good.
Lanni—First, love the name. I'm glad u like! O PEOPLE! ANNOUNCEMENT: IF U WANNA CALL ME BY A NAME (IM NOT ALLOWED TO REVEAL MY REAL 1) JUST CALL ME TORI. IT'S SHORT FOR ESCRITORA) hehe, sorry lanni I used ur space for this… thanku always!
2—Nice choice of number. Thank you!
MiyaQui—I think I may have to write one in! LOL, well, thanks for the idea and review!
Kristina—LOL, thanks, I found that description quite original myself!
Ginny—Thank you, and thank you for loving it!
Discordscat—Thankyou Discordscat! I am running out of things to say in these reviews! D'oh!
Glossy—Thanks, neither can I… nah, j/k…
Calypso in Love—Great pen name, don't know if I've already said that. Yes, well, at least he has an explanation. Sap and fluff, sap and fluff!
Lydia—I am in Spanish 1 also! But, I already knew a lot of spanish so it's pretty easy. I love languages, my friends think I'm crazy cuz I'm the only one who likes that class! Call me Tori, short for Escritora… thanks millions!
Calypso in Love (again)—Hey, you remembered the lalala! 2nd times the charm! Yes, I imagine that is what she thought. And here's a hint for this chapter: I think she does realize she wants to be more than friends… if it was her POV, things might seem differently…
Dragongirl—Hey, thank you, not me! Glad u like!
Sun Queen—I love first time reviewers! Like, this story is getting so long that I wasn't expecting any more first-timers that weren't following chapter to chapter. I'll see what I can do for Harry but I think I'm getting to engulfed in romance.
JM—Great! A couple of ppl have said that and it feels cool! It sux tho, I think in my state thy're gonna make a law saying that you don't get license til 17! Well, thanks.
Psychee—I'm officially afraid of you. Don't hate the author, hate the game! Thanks for the, er, flattery. Please don't hurt me, and thanks for reviewing!
Flame and Ice—Huh??? Well, thanks again!
Natasha—LOL, I never realized how funny Seinfeld was. Funny episode. O wait, I'm thanking ppl for reviews. Sry bout that, Natasha. Yes, I am too polite. I don't get in fights, sometimes I think I should. But I don't know you and I don't wanna offend you or anything.
Just_ignore_me—now that's some self esteem! J/k… well, first off let me start by saying I am truly sorry. I never meant to offend you, let alone anyone. I really didn't find that offensive when I checked over it, and I apologize. However, in my defense, I never said this was typical of all people in Tennessee, this is just what you assumed. I'm sure there is one place like this—actually, I'm positive. My family drives to Louisiana a lot through Tennessee and we stopped at a place like this. I never said all were like that. And, Uncle Sam's is just a name. I don't see how anyone can find that offensive. So, I really don't think it was crude but since you felt that way, I'm sorry that you took this personally. It was not meant to do so. Thank you for reviewing.
?huh?—I think u may be the same person as just_ignore_me, anyway, u caught on to the lalala
little trumpeter—Heh heh, thought people would appreciate that. I'm so glad you like! Thank you!
Sucker For Romance—And I have, sucker for romance, I have. Um, lol. Well, thanks!
Phew! Tons of reviews, thank you! That took longer than this chapter! Ah, and that 70's show will be on soon and it looks funny tonight! Ha ha, well, see ya later! Please lmk about the story ideas, if you missed them they're at the top, and find that story!!!
And I'm out…