Legend
Chapter XXII: Plans
by Marie McKinnon
His eyelids fluttered, struggling against the sleep that overpowered him. He opened them completely for a second, then closed them again. It was just too comfortable to wake up yet. After all, he was warm, his arms were wrapped around something soft and silky, and even the sun hadn't shown its face yet. One finger ran over the smooth surface, then fell into a tiny hole just large enough to hold its tip. Almost like a belly-button, he thought absently. A belly-button! His mind shouted. Had he taken a girl into his bed last night? When he was being true to Ginny? Wait, wait, he rationalized, last night I came up to Gryffindor Tower to help Ginny, and I fell asleep in her bed. Nothing was done by anyone. He sighed in relief, though he regretted not having lived his dream.
Last night he had verified to himself that he really loved her. He had never been afraid for anyone in his life, not even when the school was threatened with the monster of Slytherin. Except that when he had woken with her cry for help ringing in his ears, he had been so terrified that she would be hurt or killed that he hadn't been able to think straight for a few seconds. He had given Potter some crap when he'd been asked that question because the truth was, he really hadn't known. Now he did. He loved her so much that just the thought of her being hurt petrified him.
The sound of bedsheets being tossed around brought him out of his stupor. What would her roommates say when they saw her in bed with her boyfriend? They would assume the worst, and they would both be expelled. He kissed her neck gently, almost at her shoulder, and the thrill that ran through him when she nestled deeper into his embrace was unbelievable. Another kiss, a little higher on her neck, and she let out a little sigh of happiness. A line of deliberate kisses made their way up her neck, interspersed with her little moans and sighs.
Once he got close enough to her ear, he whispered "Ginny, wake up." His voice was deep but quiet, and she would have felt his lips brushing her light wisps if she'd been awake. Her eyelids flickered once or twice, but she remained asleep. He nipped her neck lightly, an inch below where her jawbone met her ear. She writhed, turning over so she faced him. In the second when she lifted her side to turn, he pulled his arm out from underneath her with relief. It had been falling asleep.
Features smooth and relaxed, mouth in a contented smile, she let all of her confidence fall away to reveal an innocent, pure girl in an age when people were neither innocent nor pure. Her curls were spread across the pillow like a halo, re-enforcing her angelic appearance. He was very seriously considering snogging her awake when she completely opened her eyes.
"About d*** time," he muttered. She blinked several times, sat up, then opened her mouth in outrage, about to shout at him. He clapped his hand over the gaping hole, allowing the mass of sheets to slide off of his bare chest. "No. Your friends are still sleeping, and they can't catch me here. If you have to say something, say it quietly."
Her doe's eyes filled with panic. "We didn't, did we?" She whispered, terrified.
"Much to my regret, no," Draco replied. "Though I'd be glad to remedy that," he added huskily, easing her bra straps down over her shoulders to expose a bit more of her chest than she thought appropriate. He was straddling her legs as she lay propped up on her elbows with her upper body inadvertently thrust forwards, his muscled torso about a centimeter away from her body. His fingers walked down into the visible hollow, but were stopped dead by her grip on his wrist. Her glare said more than any words could. "Sorry. You're so sexy I can't help myself."
She rose off of her elbows, eyes lidded seductively. "You ain't seen nothing yet," she replied, sitting up. A scorching finger ran down his chest, and he shivered inwardly. Her back pushed her forwards, melding their skin. She kissed him hard, her tongue ravaging the inside of his mouth and leaving him breathless. Her triumphant grin was brilliant, pearly whites glistening. She slid her legs out from underneath him and headed towards the showers after summoning him a shirt.
He heard the water stop tapping against the glass, so decided to investigate. What he saw hit him hard. She was covered, of course, but the towel only reached from the beginning of her chest to the very top of her thighs. The sodden material clung to her luscious curves and didn't even cover her shoulders or, more importantly, her slim, elegant legs. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets with the strain of seeing every droplet of water making its way down her back, front, or leg, then pooling onto the floor.
"Thank God for short towels," he muttered to himself, so quietly that Ginny, engrossed in the combing of her hair, didn't hear him. His feet made their way silently across the smooth marble. He pushed her hands away from her hair, then moved her hair itself away from a spot on her neck that was red and had the definite imprint of teeth. "Well, well, well, Miss Weasley," he whispered, making her start. "Who are you seeing behind my back, hmmm?"
"I am not amused. Return my clothing immediately." She hissed, eyes widening.
"I took nothing. I came in and was so mesmerized that I couldn't make myself walk away. Answer the question."
She was furious with him, both for catching her in a towel and for implying that she would be unfaithful. "I'll turn you invisible so no one will see you when you go back into the dormitory. You may sit on my bed." Her voice was calm, but she herself was asking the same question. How had that tooth mark gotten on her neck? The most obvious answer was that Draco himself had gotten a bit carried away while he had been trying to wake her up. Just thinking about him kissing her neck made the muscles in the base of her stomach go taut in ecstasy, but biting had that fierce, rough tone that fit his mood perfectly. Nevertheless, she put concealer over the spot so no one would be suspicious of their activities.
All of her roommates were still dozing when she returned to the room, covered by a silky green robe that followed the shape of her body and hung past her knees. Its sash was all that prevented it from sliding off of her shoulders and revealing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.
He had had quite a lot of shocks since he'd gone to bed the night before, all of them involving Ginny in varying states of deshabille, and he could say without any regret that the most pleasurable had been waking up next to her. However, the elegant dressing gown was next on his list. Concentrating hard, he sent his thought to her. ~What is this obsession with silk? Your skin and hair feel like silk, and now you have a silk dressing gown. Am I missing something? Silk panties, maybe? If so, could I see?~
An annoyed, that's-not-funny look flew his way in response to the last inquiry, but she answered the rest more politely. ~I read a book once that mentioned a character as being "the most beautiful thing on two feet; all silk and steel and lighting,"~ her mental voice quoted with reverence. ~Do I qualify?~
~You've certainly got the lighting thing down,~ he teased. ~And anyone who says you're not the most beautiful thing on two feet is blind. I'll help you with the steel, though, as your voice just barely qualifies.~
She smiled at that, having been told before that her harshest voice could cut through steel. Rubbing her neck absently, she looked at her boyfriend, trying to find a sign from him that he had been the guilty party. His eyes seemed focused on her hand, which massaged the tiny dents that had to be from teeth. She had had quite a lot of romance already that morning and was ready to send him off before anything really happened. Unfortunately for her, he came up and moved her hand away from the tiny red spot.
~Does your other boyfriend do this?~ He asked, pressing his lips to the base of her neck and allowing his tongue to caress the skin before parting. They stuck to her flesh, reluctant, but peeled away finally. She felt him try to stay attached as long as possible, recognizing his touch as an icy impact. A long line of such kisses made their way up her neck to almost her ear, then stopped for him to inquire again ~Or does he do this?~ His tongue's tip traced the curve of her neck, sending shivers through her blood that tried to shake off the tightness of her stomach muscles, but were unsuccessful. He reached the bottom of her ear and hesitated as the tiny bit of his tongue that touched her skin went up in flames. ~Those were both wrong, of course. He bites you like this, doesn't he?~ His sharp front teeth raked a red line next to her jawbone. She gasped quietly, not expecting such an assault, but enjoying the fierceness of it. He allowed himself to nip lightly below her ear, then at her shoulder, then between the two.
Even her mind seemed breathless when she answered his questions. ~He's not done any of that till just now,~ she replied. ~Except, of course, for when he's taken advantage of my unconsciousness to make his moves.~
~Making my moves on you is always fun,~ he laughed, pulling away from her neck. ~A lot of snogging is usually involved. But not now, because after you put something on your new bite marks, we're going to go see Dumbledore.~ His restraint seemed strained, because he knew he could just forget about the mental link and bear her down onto the bed until his moans of physical pleasure woke the rest of the castle. ~Otherwise everyone will think there's a vampire loose in the castle.~
Having magically covered up the dents his sharp little teeth made, Ginny cast yet another spell of invisibility so they wouldn't be seen walking through the halls in their pajamas. After all, it was only 6:30 A.M, and it would look suspicious if she were seen escorting him back to his room. They could see each other, but no one else knew they were there. Her silk dressing gown swished from back to front as she walked, calling attention to her legs. His attention had already been on them, of course, though not as concentrated as it was then.
~Would you consider coming to my chambers late this evening wearing that robe?~ He asked. ~*Just* that robe?~
Her eyes rolled skyward. ~In your dreams.~
~Every night,~ he grinned. ~You can't imagine how disappointing it is to wake up by myself every morning and know that everything I thought I'd done the night before had been a dream.~
~I don't need to imagine it, you've explained sufficiently.~ She deadpanned, looking sour. A cheeky wink, not unlike those that Gilderoy Lockhart performed from the cover of his books, let him know her bitterness was an act. Her expression became serious again. ~Really, though, please don't keep hinting at it. I'm going to wait until I'm married for that.~ She waved her hand around to signify what "that" meant.
~Why?~ He asked. ~What's so great about waiting?~
She sighed, then launched into an explanation. ~It's something about my family. I dunno about yours, but it's very honourable for the girls to be virgins when they get married. A string of lovely white pearls has been passed down forever for us to wear on our wedding days, and if they go black when you put them on, you're not, and everybody knows it. It'd be humiliating, and the pearls are gorgeous. And there are all sorts of things that can go wrong if you do. So there's my little blurb. You happy?~
~No,~ he said, in mock frustration. ~Now I have to wait until I marry you!~
*
"So," Dumbledore said from behind his desk, a nightcap having been hastily removed. "What is the dilemma here?"
~Do you want to tell him?~ Draco asked.
She shook her head. ~No, you tell him.~
"Fine. Last night, after midnight, I think, I was dreaming, and--"
At the word "dreaming", Dumbledore interrupted. "About what? It could be important."
~How the Hell could that be important?~ He asked, annoyed. "Ginny was in my room at the castle. We were talking and having some fun of a nature that I don't believe I need to explain. She called for help mentally, which I heard. Once I got to Gryffindor Tower she was sitting in the common room, shaking."
"My dream was horrible," she added, thinking it would be obligatory for her to tell as well. "I walked into the Great Hall, and instead of seeing you at the head of the High Table, there was someone in a cloak so large and dark that you couldn't see him for the shadows and the cloth. He called me forward, but I froze. He'd called me Morgana, and no one knows but you-- do they?" She asked, putting him on the spot and knowing exactly what she was doing.
"No, Miss Weasley, I've not told anyone." His eyes twinkled merrily.
"I froze so completely that I couldn't move, speak, or use my magic at all. He spoke, gloated about having betrayed me and having killed my friends. That was when he pulled out Draco's head." Her eyes were clear and unafraid, but nonetheless, he slipped his arm around her waist. "Voldemort did Avada Kedavra on me, and I saw it in slow-motion, and called out for him before it hit."
"Apparently, she called the same thing that I heard. We've been talking mind to mind all morning."
"All morning, you said? What about last night?"
Draco made a concentrated effort not to look guilty before he responded. "What do you mean, Professor?"
"I mean," the elderly man said gently, "that perhaps you accompanied Miss Weasley to her bedroom and decided to remain there for some of the fun you mentioned earlier."
"He helped me to my room, but that was because I couldn't stand up, I was so tired. He was a perfect gentleman," Ginny admonished, insulted that the Headmaster would think that of them, conveniently forgetting that Draco would gladly have initiated it.
He tried to seem self-righteous as he admitted "She was cold, but when I tried to pull up a blanket, she kicked it off. After a few times I gave up with the blanket and lay down next to her. I'm lucky she didn't kick *me* off."
"All three of you will be in detention in the dungeons every day until the end of the school year," Dumbledore stated gravely. The shocked expressions on their faces and their open-mouthed protests prompted him to explain. "I know Harry had nothing to do with it and that you did nothing wrong. However, some excuse must be found for me to pull you out of classes and allow you to prepare yourselves for the final battle. There will be many before that, I assure you, but your identities must be concealed before then. Don't use your Old Magick near anyone who could see you and wonder what you were doing; you would have to modify their memories, and that plays dreadfully upon the conscience. Report to the classroom two doors down from Professor Snape's at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon."
Draco and Ginny left quietly, trying to make their steps soft against the hard floor. Though neither would admit it, their thoughts were far from the recently made plans.
Disclaimer: By now I think you would have realized that I own absolutely nothing. Just a note: deshabille means undress. It's French. Draco voudrait qu'elle se deshabille pour dormir. Ha! Korinna, Mars, ne me tue pas... REVIEW OR CHAPTER 23 WILL BE ABOUT FISHING!
His eyelids fluttered, struggling against the sleep that overpowered him. He opened them completely for a second, then closed them again. It was just too comfortable to wake up yet. After all, he was warm, his arms were wrapped around something soft and silky, and even the sun hadn't shown its face yet. One finger ran over the smooth surface, then fell into a tiny hole just large enough to hold its tip. Almost like a belly-button, he thought absently. A belly-button! His mind shouted. Had he taken a girl into his bed last night? When he was being true to Ginny? Wait, wait, he rationalized, last night I came up to Gryffindor Tower to help Ginny, and I fell asleep in her bed. Nothing was done by anyone. He sighed in relief, though he regretted not having lived his dream.
Last night he had verified to himself that he really loved her. He had never been afraid for anyone in his life, not even when the school was threatened with the monster of Slytherin. Except that when he had woken with her cry for help ringing in his ears, he had been so terrified that she would be hurt or killed that he hadn't been able to think straight for a few seconds. He had given Potter some crap when he'd been asked that question because the truth was, he really hadn't known. Now he did. He loved her so much that just the thought of her being hurt petrified him.
The sound of bedsheets being tossed around brought him out of his stupor. What would her roommates say when they saw her in bed with her boyfriend? They would assume the worst, and they would both be expelled. He kissed her neck gently, almost at her shoulder, and the thrill that ran through him when she nestled deeper into his embrace was unbelievable. Another kiss, a little higher on her neck, and she let out a little sigh of happiness. A line of deliberate kisses made their way up her neck, interspersed with her little moans and sighs.
Once he got close enough to her ear, he whispered "Ginny, wake up." His voice was deep but quiet, and she would have felt his lips brushing her light wisps if she'd been awake. Her eyelids flickered once or twice, but she remained asleep. He nipped her neck lightly, an inch below where her jawbone met her ear. She writhed, turning over so she faced him. In the second when she lifted her side to turn, he pulled his arm out from underneath her with relief. It had been falling asleep.
Features smooth and relaxed, mouth in a contented smile, she let all of her confidence fall away to reveal an innocent, pure girl in an age when people were neither innocent nor pure. Her curls were spread across the pillow like a halo, re-enforcing her angelic appearance. He was very seriously considering snogging her awake when she completely opened her eyes.
"About d*** time," he muttered. She blinked several times, sat up, then opened her mouth in outrage, about to shout at him. He clapped his hand over the gaping hole, allowing the mass of sheets to slide off of his bare chest. "No. Your friends are still sleeping, and they can't catch me here. If you have to say something, say it quietly."
Her doe's eyes filled with panic. "We didn't, did we?" She whispered, terrified.
"Much to my regret, no," Draco replied. "Though I'd be glad to remedy that," he added huskily, easing her bra straps down over her shoulders to expose a bit more of her chest than she thought appropriate. He was straddling her legs as she lay propped up on her elbows with her upper body inadvertently thrust forwards, his muscled torso about a centimeter away from her body. His fingers walked down into the visible hollow, but were stopped dead by her grip on his wrist. Her glare said more than any words could. "Sorry. You're so sexy I can't help myself."
She rose off of her elbows, eyes lidded seductively. "You ain't seen nothing yet," she replied, sitting up. A scorching finger ran down his chest, and he shivered inwardly. Her back pushed her forwards, melding their skin. She kissed him hard, her tongue ravaging the inside of his mouth and leaving him breathless. Her triumphant grin was brilliant, pearly whites glistening. She slid her legs out from underneath him and headed towards the showers after summoning him a shirt.
He heard the water stop tapping against the glass, so decided to investigate. What he saw hit him hard. She was covered, of course, but the towel only reached from the beginning of her chest to the very top of her thighs. The sodden material clung to her luscious curves and didn't even cover her shoulders or, more importantly, her slim, elegant legs. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets with the strain of seeing every droplet of water making its way down her back, front, or leg, then pooling onto the floor.
"Thank God for short towels," he muttered to himself, so quietly that Ginny, engrossed in the combing of her hair, didn't hear him. His feet made their way silently across the smooth marble. He pushed her hands away from her hair, then moved her hair itself away from a spot on her neck that was red and had the definite imprint of teeth. "Well, well, well, Miss Weasley," he whispered, making her start. "Who are you seeing behind my back, hmmm?"
"I am not amused. Return my clothing immediately." She hissed, eyes widening.
"I took nothing. I came in and was so mesmerized that I couldn't make myself walk away. Answer the question."
She was furious with him, both for catching her in a towel and for implying that she would be unfaithful. "I'll turn you invisible so no one will see you when you go back into the dormitory. You may sit on my bed." Her voice was calm, but she herself was asking the same question. How had that tooth mark gotten on her neck? The most obvious answer was that Draco himself had gotten a bit carried away while he had been trying to wake her up. Just thinking about him kissing her neck made the muscles in the base of her stomach go taut in ecstasy, but biting had that fierce, rough tone that fit his mood perfectly. Nevertheless, she put concealer over the spot so no one would be suspicious of their activities.
All of her roommates were still dozing when she returned to the room, covered by a silky green robe that followed the shape of her body and hung past her knees. Its sash was all that prevented it from sliding off of her shoulders and revealing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.
He had had quite a lot of shocks since he'd gone to bed the night before, all of them involving Ginny in varying states of deshabille, and he could say without any regret that the most pleasurable had been waking up next to her. However, the elegant dressing gown was next on his list. Concentrating hard, he sent his thought to her. ~What is this obsession with silk? Your skin and hair feel like silk, and now you have a silk dressing gown. Am I missing something? Silk panties, maybe? If so, could I see?~
An annoyed, that's-not-funny look flew his way in response to the last inquiry, but she answered the rest more politely. ~I read a book once that mentioned a character as being "the most beautiful thing on two feet; all silk and steel and lighting,"~ her mental voice quoted with reverence. ~Do I qualify?~
~You've certainly got the lighting thing down,~ he teased. ~And anyone who says you're not the most beautiful thing on two feet is blind. I'll help you with the steel, though, as your voice just barely qualifies.~
She smiled at that, having been told before that her harshest voice could cut through steel. Rubbing her neck absently, she looked at her boyfriend, trying to find a sign from him that he had been the guilty party. His eyes seemed focused on her hand, which massaged the tiny dents that had to be from teeth. She had had quite a lot of romance already that morning and was ready to send him off before anything really happened. Unfortunately for her, he came up and moved her hand away from the tiny red spot.
~Does your other boyfriend do this?~ He asked, pressing his lips to the base of her neck and allowing his tongue to caress the skin before parting. They stuck to her flesh, reluctant, but peeled away finally. She felt him try to stay attached as long as possible, recognizing his touch as an icy impact. A long line of such kisses made their way up her neck to almost her ear, then stopped for him to inquire again ~Or does he do this?~ His tongue's tip traced the curve of her neck, sending shivers through her blood that tried to shake off the tightness of her stomach muscles, but were unsuccessful. He reached the bottom of her ear and hesitated as the tiny bit of his tongue that touched her skin went up in flames. ~Those were both wrong, of course. He bites you like this, doesn't he?~ His sharp front teeth raked a red line next to her jawbone. She gasped quietly, not expecting such an assault, but enjoying the fierceness of it. He allowed himself to nip lightly below her ear, then at her shoulder, then between the two.
Even her mind seemed breathless when she answered his questions. ~He's not done any of that till just now,~ she replied. ~Except, of course, for when he's taken advantage of my unconsciousness to make his moves.~
~Making my moves on you is always fun,~ he laughed, pulling away from her neck. ~A lot of snogging is usually involved. But not now, because after you put something on your new bite marks, we're going to go see Dumbledore.~ His restraint seemed strained, because he knew he could just forget about the mental link and bear her down onto the bed until his moans of physical pleasure woke the rest of the castle. ~Otherwise everyone will think there's a vampire loose in the castle.~
Having magically covered up the dents his sharp little teeth made, Ginny cast yet another spell of invisibility so they wouldn't be seen walking through the halls in their pajamas. After all, it was only 6:30 A.M, and it would look suspicious if she were seen escorting him back to his room. They could see each other, but no one else knew they were there. Her silk dressing gown swished from back to front as she walked, calling attention to her legs. His attention had already been on them, of course, though not as concentrated as it was then.
~Would you consider coming to my chambers late this evening wearing that robe?~ He asked. ~*Just* that robe?~
Her eyes rolled skyward. ~In your dreams.~
~Every night,~ he grinned. ~You can't imagine how disappointing it is to wake up by myself every morning and know that everything I thought I'd done the night before had been a dream.~
~I don't need to imagine it, you've explained sufficiently.~ She deadpanned, looking sour. A cheeky wink, not unlike those that Gilderoy Lockhart performed from the cover of his books, let him know her bitterness was an act. Her expression became serious again. ~Really, though, please don't keep hinting at it. I'm going to wait until I'm married for that.~ She waved her hand around to signify what "that" meant.
~Why?~ He asked. ~What's so great about waiting?~
She sighed, then launched into an explanation. ~It's something about my family. I dunno about yours, but it's very honourable for the girls to be virgins when they get married. A string of lovely white pearls has been passed down forever for us to wear on our wedding days, and if they go black when you put them on, you're not, and everybody knows it. It'd be humiliating, and the pearls are gorgeous. And there are all sorts of things that can go wrong if you do. So there's my little blurb. You happy?~
~No,~ he said, in mock frustration. ~Now I have to wait until I marry you!~
*
"So," Dumbledore said from behind his desk, a nightcap having been hastily removed. "What is the dilemma here?"
~Do you want to tell him?~ Draco asked.
She shook her head. ~No, you tell him.~
"Fine. Last night, after midnight, I think, I was dreaming, and--"
At the word "dreaming", Dumbledore interrupted. "About what? It could be important."
~How the Hell could that be important?~ He asked, annoyed. "Ginny was in my room at the castle. We were talking and having some fun of a nature that I don't believe I need to explain. She called for help mentally, which I heard. Once I got to Gryffindor Tower she was sitting in the common room, shaking."
"My dream was horrible," she added, thinking it would be obligatory for her to tell as well. "I walked into the Great Hall, and instead of seeing you at the head of the High Table, there was someone in a cloak so large and dark that you couldn't see him for the shadows and the cloth. He called me forward, but I froze. He'd called me Morgana, and no one knows but you-- do they?" She asked, putting him on the spot and knowing exactly what she was doing.
"No, Miss Weasley, I've not told anyone." His eyes twinkled merrily.
"I froze so completely that I couldn't move, speak, or use my magic at all. He spoke, gloated about having betrayed me and having killed my friends. That was when he pulled out Draco's head." Her eyes were clear and unafraid, but nonetheless, he slipped his arm around her waist. "Voldemort did Avada Kedavra on me, and I saw it in slow-motion, and called out for him before it hit."
"Apparently, she called the same thing that I heard. We've been talking mind to mind all morning."
"All morning, you said? What about last night?"
Draco made a concentrated effort not to look guilty before he responded. "What do you mean, Professor?"
"I mean," the elderly man said gently, "that perhaps you accompanied Miss Weasley to her bedroom and decided to remain there for some of the fun you mentioned earlier."
"He helped me to my room, but that was because I couldn't stand up, I was so tired. He was a perfect gentleman," Ginny admonished, insulted that the Headmaster would think that of them, conveniently forgetting that Draco would gladly have initiated it.
He tried to seem self-righteous as he admitted "She was cold, but when I tried to pull up a blanket, she kicked it off. After a few times I gave up with the blanket and lay down next to her. I'm lucky she didn't kick *me* off."
"All three of you will be in detention in the dungeons every day until the end of the school year," Dumbledore stated gravely. The shocked expressions on their faces and their open-mouthed protests prompted him to explain. "I know Harry had nothing to do with it and that you did nothing wrong. However, some excuse must be found for me to pull you out of classes and allow you to prepare yourselves for the final battle. There will be many before that, I assure you, but your identities must be concealed before then. Don't use your Old Magick near anyone who could see you and wonder what you were doing; you would have to modify their memories, and that plays dreadfully upon the conscience. Report to the classroom two doors down from Professor Snape's at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon."
Draco and Ginny left quietly, trying to make their steps soft against the hard floor. Though neither would admit it, their thoughts were far from the recently made plans.
Disclaimer: By now I think you would have realized that I own absolutely nothing. Just a note: deshabille means undress. It's French. Draco voudrait qu'elle se deshabille pour dormir. Ha! Korinna, Mars, ne me tue pas... REVIEW OR CHAPTER 23 WILL BE ABOUT FISHING!