A/N: Finally I've updated! To the few who've been waiting thank you for
reviewing and getting my ass in gear. I swear it won't take this long next
time.
Warning: It's still slash. It's not going to turn into a het fic if you squint hard so if it bothers you then bugger off already.
Disclaimer: Not mine. J. K.'s
Ron and Hermione clambered into the common room, expressions of concern on their faces. They peered around the dim room and relaxed when they saw a lone figure sitting at a corner table. They rushed over and found Harry sprawled over a rather long roll of parchment, scribbling furiously.
"Harry, you missed dinner. Where were you? Are you sick?" Hermione asked noticing Harry's rather flushed face.
"What are you writing?" said Ron, leaning over.
Harry's folded his arms tightly around the parchment. "Oh…Hi! I'm writing that…that …potions essay that Snape assigned to us today."
Hermione smiled. "Good for you Harry. It's nice to see you on top of things, unlike SOME people I know." She glared at Ron, who merely frowned at Harry.
"Have you gone nutters? That isn't due until Tuesday! Since when have you been so enthusiastic about Potions?"
"Since…he started talking about rat's tails today. Heh…that's amazing stuff that is." He smiled nervously hoping Hermione wouldn't ask to read his "essay." If she saw what Harry was actually writing she would have been horrified. And if Ron saw, well he could forget talking to him for at least a year.
"Well," Harry grabbed his ink and quill and stood up so fast he knocked his chair over. "I've gotta go. Really tired. Yawn. Er…Goodnight." He bolted out of the common room and ran up the dormitory steps, leaving a dumbfounded Ron and Hermione staring after him.
He reached his dorm and was relieved to find it empty. He put a simple locking charm on the door and climbed onto his four poster. Hopefully he would be left in peace long enough to finish this. After shutting the curtains around him he unrolled the parchment, and began to write again, a mischievous smile on his face. After a few moments he finished and heaved a contented sigh. Reading it over, his smile widened into a grin so broad it looked painful. Draco was never going to forget this.
Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, casting discreet glances Harry's way. Harry gazed back, a noticeable smirk on his face. Draco frowned. Was his pristine appearance damaged in some way? He automatically raised a hand to check his silver locks then forced it back to his side, his eyes narrowed. He tried to meet Harry's eyes again but Harry resolutely looked down at his cereal, his lips trembling. What was so funny? Feeling strangely self-conscious he forced himself to focus on his own cereal, which was looking rather soggy and unappetizing.
The familiar swish of wings announced the arrival of the morning post. Draco looked up, watching the flickering shadows cross the walls. He sighed, wondering if his father's weekly you're-not-worthy-to-be-my-son letter would arrive today. Suddenly an owl he didn't recognize whizzed past him depositing a rather heavy letter in his lap.
A slight frown on his face, he broke the seal and unrolled it. The first line read: To Do List. The handwriting was vaguely familiar, although he couldn't quite place a name to the scrawling script. His frown deepening he kept reading.
After a Quiddich match when the locker room is still occupied wash each other thoroughly then massage every inch of your pale ivory body and kiss every bruise, starting from your shoulders down. See how far down I can go before your screams alert the teams to our presence.
Draco's eyes widened. He shot a questioning look at Harry who giggled into his pumpkin juice. Relieved that it was in fact Harry who had written this and not Pansy, he read on.
Tie you up to my four-poster and use the tip of my tongue to tease you until you strain against the ropes and are beg for release.
As he read his eyebrows crept slowly up his forehead until they had nearly reached his hairline. Who would have guessed the Boy-Who-Lived would have such a dirty mind? Draco looked up again, in a state of shock, amusement and…arousal. Harry had stopped giggling and now gave Draco what was undeniably a sultry look. He felt the tide of desire, which had been ebbing in the back of his mind, suddenly rush forward, crashing over his amazement that Harry could even look sultry. He wondered if anyone would think it odd if he leapt over the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables and straddled Harry right there. Draco shook his head and tried to school his features into their usual indifference, to not let Harry know how much he was affecting him, but he knew he was revealing some of his excitement.
It was hard to remain unruffled when Draco's imagination could easily picture each and every one of the items on Harry's list. Harry naked in the shower, Harry naked in an empty classroom, Harry naked anywhere. His gaze flickered hungrily to Harry and when Harry ran his tongue slowly over his grinning lips Draco groaned and felt his cheeks begin to flush.
Harry sat in the potions room, absentmindedly scrubbing a potion table free of some spilled Pepper Up potion that the sixth years had been working on. Snape had indeed given Harry detention and Draco nothing but sympathy for having suffered from Harry's stupidity. But not even detention could spoil Harry's good mood. Harry would treasure Draco's floored expression as one of the funniest things he'd seen in a year or more. Surprise, embarrassment, and arousal had all swirled through Draco's aristocratic features, giving him the look of someone hit in the head with a bludger by a sex god. It had been worth it, even if no one else had noticed Draco's flustered face.
Harry was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that someone had entered the room until a purring voice spoke into his ear.
"Did you want to start at the top of the list or do number seventeen right now?"
Harry turned around and was relatively unsurprised to find Draco standing next to him. "Number seventeen…oh…OH…here?" Harry flushed and couldn't help but think his plan had backfired somehow. He should have realized that Draco would have taken up the challenge he had thrown at him. Harry thought of all the things he had put in that list and blushed, again. He hadn't really thought about doing all those things, especially here in the potions room. His eyes glanced towards Snape's office door and he half prayed that Snape would interrupt their conversation, such as it was. The door remained stubbornly closed and Harry cursed Snape's obstinacy.
"Harry…" Draco's voice made Harry shiver. With a sigh he pulled Draco's lips down to his own, and was soon so wrapped up in Draco's talented mouth and hands that he forgot all about the stubborn spills on the table.
Harry and Draco's relationship descended into a war. Classes they shared turned into a fight to see how far they push the decency envelope without attracting attention, and those that didn't turned into internal planning sessions about the next surprise attack.
The only thing that dampened his mischievous mood was Ron and Hermione. He hated keeping things from them especially when he knew they were concerned about him. They had been particularly overprotective ever sense last year and he could tell they were curious about his strange behavior. He knew he ought to tell them about his budding relationship with Draco but was too afraid to risk their friendship. They were as close to him as a real family and losing them would completely unanchor him. He thought of the first eleven years of his life and shuddered. After five years with Ron and Hermione he would be unable to face the loneliness that their estrangement would cause.
Perhaps his uneasiness was because he still felt very unsure about Draco. Draco's nearly impenetrable poise offered no clue as to how he felt. Harry still had no idea if this was a whim of fancy or something deeper. He didn't want to risk his friendship with Hermione and Ron until he was sure that Draco wasn't just toying with him. It might be cowardly but this wasn't the same as facing Voldemort. This wasn't black and white but more of a huge gray mud puddle.
Draco was wallowing in a similar puddle. He sat alone in the abandoned common room. He was skipping Herbology to get some solitude. His thoughts buzzed around in his head like swarms of bees and outside chatter just made them hum louder. He needed the time to himself to organize his wayward thoughts.
His feelings for Harry were getting out of control. The deepening lust he could deal with, but it now seemed to be woven with something more tender. Something that wasn't turned on and off by Harry's body but was always in the back of his mind. It got harder and harder to maintain his icy façade when every time he saw him he had the maddest impulse to hug him, not even snog him, but just feel the heat from his body radiating into him.
He shot up from his chair and began pacing. This was unknown and uncontrollable. But what was it? He no longer saw him as a means to an end, but what did he see him as? A friend? The closer he and Harry became the farther away Harry drifted from the stereotypical goody-two-shoes he'd pegged him as. He felt more comfortable around him then anyone else. But normal friends didn't get the urge to jump each other every time they saw them. As a lover? Definitely. But they hadn't even slept together yet and Draco surprisingly was willing to wait until Harry was ready to, up to a point. As a love? It was preposterous. He had only known Harry for a few weeks, all right, five years, but he had hated him for a majority of that time. He couldn't love him. It was too soon and too stupid a thing for him to do. But Draco had never liked lying to himself and with a sinking heart he uttered words that he never would have imagined saying in his life.
"I'm in love with Harry Potter."
"Ron, I need to talk to you." Hermione stood over him frowning.
With a sigh Ron closed his Quiddich Through the Ages and moved over to allow her room on the loveseat he was relaxing in. "What is it?"
"Its about Harry. Have you noticed he's been acting strangely lately?"
"Yeah! He seems really distracted. Like yesterday in I asked him about his detention and he said that it was 'wonderful' and had this dopey grin plastered on his face! Detention with Snape, wonderful!? There's something wrong with that boy." Ron eyebrows scrunched down over his eyes.
"I'm worried about him." Hermione said thoughtfully, "Which is why I think we should stay with him during vacs. See if we can find out what's bothering him."
"You're right." Ron said, "I'm sure mum will let me stay. She's been harping about how I should look after Harry because of his 'fragile mental state' ever since the Triwizard Cup. Maybe she's right and Harry is a little nutters."
"Let's hope not." Hermione stood up, "All the same I'm going to go to the library to see if I can find a wizard psychiatry book. It may have something that explains Harry's condition."
"I'll go with you." When Hermione looked at him in disbelief he said, "I need to start that essay Professor Flitwick assigned us."
"Ron, that's due tomorrow! And it's supposed to be 2 1/2 feet long!" Hermione quasi-shrieked.
"I know, I know." Ron tossed his book on a nearby table and followed the exasperated Hermione out the portrait hole.
Harry slunk out of the portrait hole, his Invisibility Cloak clutched tightly around him. He was due to meet Draco in the astronomy tower in ten minutes and he wanted to get there a little early. He was determined to ask Draco about what sort of relationship they had. The uncertainty had been eating away at him and he had reached the point where it had eclipsed the fear of possible rejection.
He heard footsteps and quickened his pace, wishing he had the Marauders' Map. Unfortunately, he had never gotten it back after the fake Mad Eye Moony, had borrowed it. It was once again residing in Filch's office. He heard the footsteps die away and breathed a sigh of relief. He was almost at the Astronomy Tower door when he saw a figure coming down the corridor. Harry stopped dead and tried to hold his breath. As the person approached Harry recognition dawned. A smile on his invisible face, he exhaled and crept forward. When the person reached the door Harry wrapped his now visible arms around the waist of the cloaked person.
"Hello." he whispered.
Draco started slightly when Harry spoke but relaxed when he recognized the voice. He turned around in Harry's arms, expecting to see Harry but instead saw the opposite wall of the hallway. He looked down at the arms encircling him and jumped back.
"Harry?" His eyes were wide and searching.
Harry giggled and shook his head, allowing the cloak hood to fall and reveal his face. It had a smug grin on it and laughing eyes.
"You look almost as freaked as you did in the forbidden forest, first year."
"How are you doing that?" He'd covered his alarm and now looked merely curious.
"It's an Invisibility Cloak." With a flourish, he swept the cloak off his shoulders and rested it on his arm, leaving a gaping hole from elbow to wrist. "It was my father's"
Draco reached out to finger the material and stared fixedly at his invisible fingers. "You insufferable git." He raised his head and planted a quick impulsive kiss on Harry's mouth.
"You're just mad because I scared you." Harry smiled.
"Come on. We don't want to get caught here." He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him up the turning staircase.
They climbed the stairs until they reached the top room. Thankfully, it was deserted (It was a pretty popular place for a midnight snog). Draco leaned forward to kiss Harry but Harry held up a hand to stop him.
"Draco, I need to ask you something." Draco leaned back, a flicker of apprehension danced across his face and was gone.
"About what?" he said shortly.
"About us." Harry looked at the floor. "Is this all there is between us? Making out and following that stupid to-do list?" He now looked straight into Draco's eyes determinedly.
"Harry," Draco said softly, "Do think I would start a relationship with my archenemy if I didn't want it to be more than kissing and groping in hallways?"
"You would," said his conscience, but he kicked it. It was different now.
"I suppose not." Harry smiled hesitantly and tilted forward until his lips were an inch from Draco's.
"Now, where were we?" Harry's breath fogged Draco's lips, making him shiver involuntarily.
He pressed his slick lips to Harry's and the rest of his body as close to Harry as possible. He then moved head to rest it on Harry's shoulder, content to bask in the warmth and comfort that emitted from the other boy.
A/N: Will Ron and Hermione find out? Will Harry and Draco catch a nasty case of angst? And what about Draco's plan? Keep reading and find out. Hopefully. Oh and my love to wordweaver, Glass Shadow, Mrs. Etter, Bryna 1714 and last and most important my beta and sis Merelyn25.
Warning: It's still slash. It's not going to turn into a het fic if you squint hard so if it bothers you then bugger off already.
Disclaimer: Not mine. J. K.'s
Ron and Hermione clambered into the common room, expressions of concern on their faces. They peered around the dim room and relaxed when they saw a lone figure sitting at a corner table. They rushed over and found Harry sprawled over a rather long roll of parchment, scribbling furiously.
"Harry, you missed dinner. Where were you? Are you sick?" Hermione asked noticing Harry's rather flushed face.
"What are you writing?" said Ron, leaning over.
Harry's folded his arms tightly around the parchment. "Oh…Hi! I'm writing that…that …potions essay that Snape assigned to us today."
Hermione smiled. "Good for you Harry. It's nice to see you on top of things, unlike SOME people I know." She glared at Ron, who merely frowned at Harry.
"Have you gone nutters? That isn't due until Tuesday! Since when have you been so enthusiastic about Potions?"
"Since…he started talking about rat's tails today. Heh…that's amazing stuff that is." He smiled nervously hoping Hermione wouldn't ask to read his "essay." If she saw what Harry was actually writing she would have been horrified. And if Ron saw, well he could forget talking to him for at least a year.
"Well," Harry grabbed his ink and quill and stood up so fast he knocked his chair over. "I've gotta go. Really tired. Yawn. Er…Goodnight." He bolted out of the common room and ran up the dormitory steps, leaving a dumbfounded Ron and Hermione staring after him.
He reached his dorm and was relieved to find it empty. He put a simple locking charm on the door and climbed onto his four poster. Hopefully he would be left in peace long enough to finish this. After shutting the curtains around him he unrolled the parchment, and began to write again, a mischievous smile on his face. After a few moments he finished and heaved a contented sigh. Reading it over, his smile widened into a grin so broad it looked painful. Draco was never going to forget this.
Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, casting discreet glances Harry's way. Harry gazed back, a noticeable smirk on his face. Draco frowned. Was his pristine appearance damaged in some way? He automatically raised a hand to check his silver locks then forced it back to his side, his eyes narrowed. He tried to meet Harry's eyes again but Harry resolutely looked down at his cereal, his lips trembling. What was so funny? Feeling strangely self-conscious he forced himself to focus on his own cereal, which was looking rather soggy and unappetizing.
The familiar swish of wings announced the arrival of the morning post. Draco looked up, watching the flickering shadows cross the walls. He sighed, wondering if his father's weekly you're-not-worthy-to-be-my-son letter would arrive today. Suddenly an owl he didn't recognize whizzed past him depositing a rather heavy letter in his lap.
A slight frown on his face, he broke the seal and unrolled it. The first line read: To Do List. The handwriting was vaguely familiar, although he couldn't quite place a name to the scrawling script. His frown deepening he kept reading.
After a Quiddich match when the locker room is still occupied wash each other thoroughly then massage every inch of your pale ivory body and kiss every bruise, starting from your shoulders down. See how far down I can go before your screams alert the teams to our presence.
Draco's eyes widened. He shot a questioning look at Harry who giggled into his pumpkin juice. Relieved that it was in fact Harry who had written this and not Pansy, he read on.
Tie you up to my four-poster and use the tip of my tongue to tease you until you strain against the ropes and are beg for release.
As he read his eyebrows crept slowly up his forehead until they had nearly reached his hairline. Who would have guessed the Boy-Who-Lived would have such a dirty mind? Draco looked up again, in a state of shock, amusement and…arousal. Harry had stopped giggling and now gave Draco what was undeniably a sultry look. He felt the tide of desire, which had been ebbing in the back of his mind, suddenly rush forward, crashing over his amazement that Harry could even look sultry. He wondered if anyone would think it odd if he leapt over the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables and straddled Harry right there. Draco shook his head and tried to school his features into their usual indifference, to not let Harry know how much he was affecting him, but he knew he was revealing some of his excitement.
It was hard to remain unruffled when Draco's imagination could easily picture each and every one of the items on Harry's list. Harry naked in the shower, Harry naked in an empty classroom, Harry naked anywhere. His gaze flickered hungrily to Harry and when Harry ran his tongue slowly over his grinning lips Draco groaned and felt his cheeks begin to flush.
Harry sat in the potions room, absentmindedly scrubbing a potion table free of some spilled Pepper Up potion that the sixth years had been working on. Snape had indeed given Harry detention and Draco nothing but sympathy for having suffered from Harry's stupidity. But not even detention could spoil Harry's good mood. Harry would treasure Draco's floored expression as one of the funniest things he'd seen in a year or more. Surprise, embarrassment, and arousal had all swirled through Draco's aristocratic features, giving him the look of someone hit in the head with a bludger by a sex god. It had been worth it, even if no one else had noticed Draco's flustered face.
Harry was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that someone had entered the room until a purring voice spoke into his ear.
"Did you want to start at the top of the list or do number seventeen right now?"
Harry turned around and was relatively unsurprised to find Draco standing next to him. "Number seventeen…oh…OH…here?" Harry flushed and couldn't help but think his plan had backfired somehow. He should have realized that Draco would have taken up the challenge he had thrown at him. Harry thought of all the things he had put in that list and blushed, again. He hadn't really thought about doing all those things, especially here in the potions room. His eyes glanced towards Snape's office door and he half prayed that Snape would interrupt their conversation, such as it was. The door remained stubbornly closed and Harry cursed Snape's obstinacy.
"Harry…" Draco's voice made Harry shiver. With a sigh he pulled Draco's lips down to his own, and was soon so wrapped up in Draco's talented mouth and hands that he forgot all about the stubborn spills on the table.
Harry and Draco's relationship descended into a war. Classes they shared turned into a fight to see how far they push the decency envelope without attracting attention, and those that didn't turned into internal planning sessions about the next surprise attack.
The only thing that dampened his mischievous mood was Ron and Hermione. He hated keeping things from them especially when he knew they were concerned about him. They had been particularly overprotective ever sense last year and he could tell they were curious about his strange behavior. He knew he ought to tell them about his budding relationship with Draco but was too afraid to risk their friendship. They were as close to him as a real family and losing them would completely unanchor him. He thought of the first eleven years of his life and shuddered. After five years with Ron and Hermione he would be unable to face the loneliness that their estrangement would cause.
Perhaps his uneasiness was because he still felt very unsure about Draco. Draco's nearly impenetrable poise offered no clue as to how he felt. Harry still had no idea if this was a whim of fancy or something deeper. He didn't want to risk his friendship with Hermione and Ron until he was sure that Draco wasn't just toying with him. It might be cowardly but this wasn't the same as facing Voldemort. This wasn't black and white but more of a huge gray mud puddle.
Draco was wallowing in a similar puddle. He sat alone in the abandoned common room. He was skipping Herbology to get some solitude. His thoughts buzzed around in his head like swarms of bees and outside chatter just made them hum louder. He needed the time to himself to organize his wayward thoughts.
His feelings for Harry were getting out of control. The deepening lust he could deal with, but it now seemed to be woven with something more tender. Something that wasn't turned on and off by Harry's body but was always in the back of his mind. It got harder and harder to maintain his icy façade when every time he saw him he had the maddest impulse to hug him, not even snog him, but just feel the heat from his body radiating into him.
He shot up from his chair and began pacing. This was unknown and uncontrollable. But what was it? He no longer saw him as a means to an end, but what did he see him as? A friend? The closer he and Harry became the farther away Harry drifted from the stereotypical goody-two-shoes he'd pegged him as. He felt more comfortable around him then anyone else. But normal friends didn't get the urge to jump each other every time they saw them. As a lover? Definitely. But they hadn't even slept together yet and Draco surprisingly was willing to wait until Harry was ready to, up to a point. As a love? It was preposterous. He had only known Harry for a few weeks, all right, five years, but he had hated him for a majority of that time. He couldn't love him. It was too soon and too stupid a thing for him to do. But Draco had never liked lying to himself and with a sinking heart he uttered words that he never would have imagined saying in his life.
"I'm in love with Harry Potter."
"Ron, I need to talk to you." Hermione stood over him frowning.
With a sigh Ron closed his Quiddich Through the Ages and moved over to allow her room on the loveseat he was relaxing in. "What is it?"
"Its about Harry. Have you noticed he's been acting strangely lately?"
"Yeah! He seems really distracted. Like yesterday in I asked him about his detention and he said that it was 'wonderful' and had this dopey grin plastered on his face! Detention with Snape, wonderful!? There's something wrong with that boy." Ron eyebrows scrunched down over his eyes.
"I'm worried about him." Hermione said thoughtfully, "Which is why I think we should stay with him during vacs. See if we can find out what's bothering him."
"You're right." Ron said, "I'm sure mum will let me stay. She's been harping about how I should look after Harry because of his 'fragile mental state' ever since the Triwizard Cup. Maybe she's right and Harry is a little nutters."
"Let's hope not." Hermione stood up, "All the same I'm going to go to the library to see if I can find a wizard psychiatry book. It may have something that explains Harry's condition."
"I'll go with you." When Hermione looked at him in disbelief he said, "I need to start that essay Professor Flitwick assigned us."
"Ron, that's due tomorrow! And it's supposed to be 2 1/2 feet long!" Hermione quasi-shrieked.
"I know, I know." Ron tossed his book on a nearby table and followed the exasperated Hermione out the portrait hole.
Harry slunk out of the portrait hole, his Invisibility Cloak clutched tightly around him. He was due to meet Draco in the astronomy tower in ten minutes and he wanted to get there a little early. He was determined to ask Draco about what sort of relationship they had. The uncertainty had been eating away at him and he had reached the point where it had eclipsed the fear of possible rejection.
He heard footsteps and quickened his pace, wishing he had the Marauders' Map. Unfortunately, he had never gotten it back after the fake Mad Eye Moony, had borrowed it. It was once again residing in Filch's office. He heard the footsteps die away and breathed a sigh of relief. He was almost at the Astronomy Tower door when he saw a figure coming down the corridor. Harry stopped dead and tried to hold his breath. As the person approached Harry recognition dawned. A smile on his invisible face, he exhaled and crept forward. When the person reached the door Harry wrapped his now visible arms around the waist of the cloaked person.
"Hello." he whispered.
Draco started slightly when Harry spoke but relaxed when he recognized the voice. He turned around in Harry's arms, expecting to see Harry but instead saw the opposite wall of the hallway. He looked down at the arms encircling him and jumped back.
"Harry?" His eyes were wide and searching.
Harry giggled and shook his head, allowing the cloak hood to fall and reveal his face. It had a smug grin on it and laughing eyes.
"You look almost as freaked as you did in the forbidden forest, first year."
"How are you doing that?" He'd covered his alarm and now looked merely curious.
"It's an Invisibility Cloak." With a flourish, he swept the cloak off his shoulders and rested it on his arm, leaving a gaping hole from elbow to wrist. "It was my father's"
Draco reached out to finger the material and stared fixedly at his invisible fingers. "You insufferable git." He raised his head and planted a quick impulsive kiss on Harry's mouth.
"You're just mad because I scared you." Harry smiled.
"Come on. We don't want to get caught here." He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him up the turning staircase.
They climbed the stairs until they reached the top room. Thankfully, it was deserted (It was a pretty popular place for a midnight snog). Draco leaned forward to kiss Harry but Harry held up a hand to stop him.
"Draco, I need to ask you something." Draco leaned back, a flicker of apprehension danced across his face and was gone.
"About what?" he said shortly.
"About us." Harry looked at the floor. "Is this all there is between us? Making out and following that stupid to-do list?" He now looked straight into Draco's eyes determinedly.
"Harry," Draco said softly, "Do think I would start a relationship with my archenemy if I didn't want it to be more than kissing and groping in hallways?"
"You would," said his conscience, but he kicked it. It was different now.
"I suppose not." Harry smiled hesitantly and tilted forward until his lips were an inch from Draco's.
"Now, where were we?" Harry's breath fogged Draco's lips, making him shiver involuntarily.
He pressed his slick lips to Harry's and the rest of his body as close to Harry as possible. He then moved head to rest it on Harry's shoulder, content to bask in the warmth and comfort that emitted from the other boy.
A/N: Will Ron and Hermione find out? Will Harry and Draco catch a nasty case of angst? And what about Draco's plan? Keep reading and find out. Hopefully. Oh and my love to wordweaver, Glass Shadow, Mrs. Etter, Bryna 1714 and last and most important my beta and sis Merelyn25.
