Ah, as a Thanksgiving treat to everyone, this chapter is a bit longer than
normal much like the chapter before this. Also, things get really steamy in
here, so have fun, and Happy Thanksgiving!
Sunday was a boring day, as there was nothing to do, and the only people really awake in the morning were those who were finishing up their last minute homework. Two of those people happened to be Malfoy and Hermione (Well, gee, of course Hermione has homework!)
While Harry and Ron walked around lazily and practiced Quidditch, Hermione kept stealing glances at Malfoy. 'I wonder if I should talk to him . . .'
For another half-hour or so, however, Hermione did nothing. Then, just as Malfoy was about to put his stuff away, she called out, "Hey. Could you come over here a minute?"
Malfoy put on his best 'why-would-I-want-to-go-by-You' glare, but came over anyway. "Yes, what do you want?" he asked.
"Sit down," said Hermione casually. Malfoy put on a 'like-hell-I'll-take- orders-from-you' glare, but sat down slowly.
"We're not friends or anything, Malfoy," Hermione began, and Malfoy rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not about to ask you to suddenly give up being mean to me or something. However . . ." she trailed off and then started again, "However, I have noticed you seem to have . . . a problem. . ."
Malfoy looked at her sharply. Had she guessed?
"Ah, yes, splendid," Hermione clapped her hands in joy, "This is working out lovely - yes, I'll explain in a minute."
"You'd better," Malfoy threatened. He glanced around to see if anyone was watch. No one was.
"Well," said Hermione bluntly. "You like Harry Potter."
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something. He closed it. Opened it. Closed it. So he settled for glaring an extra power 'glare of death'. It didn't work.
"Ah, great, so my suspicious are correct," Hermione said gleefully, "I was dreadfully afraid I was wrong, you see."
Malfoy finally regained the power of speech. "How dare you say I like Harry, I hate him, I loathe hi-"
"You love him, and you're a horrible liar today, Malfoy." Hermione paused, and added, "By the way, when did you take to calling him Harry?"
Malfoy paled a little, but glared nonetheless. "So what's a mudblood like you going to try to do?"
"Not wise to insult the one who wants to help you." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Look, it's simple. I'm Harry's friend. If you want to go out with Harry, I set you two up. Simple."
"I don't need help with my love life from someone who has a crush on Ronald Weasley," sneered Draco.
"Oh, please," sighed Hermione, but she blushed a faint pink tinge. "Anyway, will you let me help you or not?"
"I don't need help," muttered Draco.
"Oh, please," repeated Hermione. "You are so totally in love with him and you haven't a clue what to do."
"And you do?"
"Well, duh."
" . . . . . . what do you have in mind?"
"Quidditch."
That reminded Malfoy of the last time he practiced Quidditch. "You were there last time. . . did you know then?"
"I've known since the beginning of this summer school term."
Malfoy sighed. "Well, I guess. Besides, you wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't agree, I'm sure."
Hermione nodded cheerfully.
"So, how do you plan to set us up through Quidditch?" Malfoy sighed again.
"It's simple, really," Hermione said. "First off, we have to get Harry and you onto the Quidditch field, just the two of you. Second, I cast the charm and then we wait."
"A charm?" Malfoy asked suspiciously.
"Oh, it's a rather simple one. But it'll only work if Harry likes you. So, no worries there, I'm sure he does." Hermione nodded to herself. "The hardest part of the plan is getting you two on the field alone. Because once the charm is performed, Harry will ignore everyone except the one he likes."
Malfoy nodded. "So why are you doing this anyway? I've been absolutely horrible to you, and you hate me, so why are you being nice?"
Hermione waved it aside, "Well, I figure it this way. If you like Harry and Harry likes you, I'd better learn to tolerate you, because when you two start going out, well, it'll be for the best."
"I guess so," Malfoy said.
"I'll give you details later," said Hermione, putting away her book so she could meet Harry and Ron at lunch. "Until then, have fun."
Draco didn't get what she meant even when she gave him the disc. She sighed and explained. "Watch it. It's a recording of the most recent dream Harry has had. I think . . . you might find you two have much in common."
She paused for effect.
"Especially when it contains chains, and lots of them."
Malfoy turned pink.
~~~
Eating lunch, Hermione was rather silent, listening to Ron and Harry go on and on about Quidditch.
'What is it that makes people who are perfect enemies fall in love?'
Draco entered the Great Hall ten minutes later, extremely red, and looking anywhere but where Harry was sitting. Hermione knew that he had watched the disc.
'Why do I even want to help him? He's perfectly horrible to me all the time?'
She picked at her lunch, and sighed quietly.
'It's because it's the right thing to do.'
"Hey Hermione, did we have homework for Potions?" Ron asked suddenly.
"Yeah, remember? The essay on the differences used on a shrinking potion, and an enlarging potion."
Ron muttered angrily, "I didn't do it, and we have potions Monday don't we?"
"Yeah." Harry said, consulting his schedule. The word potions stared up at him. "First period as well."
"Ah, shit," cried out Ron, "I guess I'll be back later, after I finish it."
"Sure. Need any help?" 'Please say no, please say no'
"Well, if you could help me get started, Hermione, it would help a lot." Ron said sheepishly.
"Sure, sure," Hermione said, "And then I want to practice Quidditch again. I really want to do better next time." She turned to Harry, "You'll help, right?"
Harry nodded. "I was planning on practicing tonight myself anyway, so why not? I'll be on the Quidditch field."
"Ok," said Hermione. They finished dinner, and Harry left for the Quidditch field. Hermione and Ron made their way towards the dormitory, and Hermione gave a meaningful look to Malfoy, who understood, and got up to follow a couple minutes later.
~~~
"So, you see, really, all the answers are here," Hermione said, pointing to the page, "All you have to do is get it into essay format."
"Ok," agreed Ron. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you. How's the dare coming along?"
"Rather nicely," Hermione said happily, as Draco entered the common room. "In fact, I'd say extremely well. At least, in a minute or so. So you're sure you've got things under control?"
"Yeah," Ron said, looking over at Malfoy. "You didn't tell Malfoy about the bet did you?"
"I'm not that stupid!" Hermione said, "But I've got to go now, or Harry'll come looking for me and that won't be good. Have fun with your essay."
"Oh, I will," Ron said, rolling his eyes. Hermione went over to Draco.
"Get your broom, quickly," said Hermione as she passed by him, talking so that no one, unless they were paying close attention, would notice she was talking to him, "And meet me right outside here in a minute."
Draco gave a small nod, and went to get his broom. Hermione retrieved hers from by her bed, and they met up just outside the common room.
"Ok, come on, let's get out before people see us together," Hermione said, glancing around.
"Why? What, it won't do for the great Hermione to be in the company of me?" Draco said sarcastically.
"No, people will wonder why I'm with you if I hate you and you hate me and they might . . . assume things and mess up all my plans!" Hermione said angrily. "Anyhow," she continued, calmer, "Harry is already at the field."
Malfoy nodded, not bothering to say anything. They reached the Quidditch field quickly. Hermione found Harry, down at the goal posts, and waved. "Hey Harry," she called, and he turned to look.
He flew over, wondering why in the world Malfoy was here.
What he didn't realize was that Hermione had just cast a charm on him, so that he would only talk to the one he liked.
What he did realize was that Draco looked amazingly . . . hot . . . today.
There weren't any fuzzy feelings this time. All Harry could think about was Draco. Hermione? Whatever. The only person around here was Malfoy.
And that was all that mattered.
~~~
Hermione watched as Draco talked to Harry. He looked a bit weirded out, however, Hermione didn't blame him - Harry was sort of staring at him.
"Don't worry," called out Hermione, "He's not going to hurt you or anything! Go ahead, play Quidditch!"
So play Quidditch they did. Hermione had tweaked the charm to last for 45 minutes instead of just 10, and she called out to remind Draco he had 15 minutes left.
"You're rather good at flying," Harry said, "You've gotten better than before. Before you we're that good at all."
"Well of course I'm better -" Malfoy suddenly found he couldn't speak.
After all, one would find it hard to speak without an air supply, and Harry was efficiently blocking off that air supply with a very passionate kiss.
Hermione gave something like a little squeak - Harry had just leaned over and kissed Malfoy! Over twenty feet in the air, on brooms.
If only she had a camera. Where was Colin Creevley when you needed him?
~~~
After a minute, Harry broke off the kiss. Malfoys eye's were wide, but he was already leaning in to kiss Harry again, to taste him, to be with him.
'I can't believe . . .' was all Malfoy could think as Harry gently pried his mouth open with his tongue and then stuck said tongue into said mouth. Malfoy quickly responded, and the two began vying for control over the kiss.
Draco broke it off this time, and then leaned back in. "So, Harry, what is this for? I thought we were playing Quidditch."
"Nah, I figured this would be more, well, entertaining. Don't you agree?" Harry came in very close and, with a definite little leap, had jumped off his broomstick and landed on Malfoy, straddling him.
Malfoy's eyes grew even wider, and down below, Hermione covered her eyes (though she kept peeking anyway).
"You're really cute, you know," said Harry, tracing circles around Draco's body. "So beautiful . . . "
Draco did not know what to do. Hermione had told him that the charm would not force the person receiving the charm to do anything; they would only do what they wanted to do, so in other words, Harry *wanted* to do this to him.
"5 minutes," whispered Hermione. What would happen when the charm wore off and Harry saw her? But if she left, would he think that Draco did something to him and get mad?
"Are you mad at me, Draco?" Harry asked, wide eyes blinking innocently.
"No, I'm not," Draco said. "I'm actually, well, a bit surprised if you will . . .never expected this. . ."
"But you like it?" Harry asked.
"Well, of course," Draco said, getting in control, and pressing a kiss onto Harry's lips.
Hermione gave another squeak as Harry's hands went decidedly lower. "One minute," she said loudly.
As much as he didn't want to do it, Draco managed to get Harry back onto his own broom. And then Harry's expression abruptly changed, so Draco knew the charm was over.
'Wow. Wow. Just wow.' Draco thought, but shook his head to clear out the thought so he could deal with Harry.
Harry blinked. "What are you doing here, Draco?" he asked, in an almost friendly tone.
Hermione, who was quite pink, called out, "I bumped into him on my way down here. He was planning on playing Quidditch, so I said maybe we could train together because well you guys are on opposite teams and maybe you'd want to practice and that's why he's here, and also -"
Harry cut her off. "I get the picture. Sure, I could use the practice."
Draco noticed that Harry was extremely nice to him (compared to as before) during their practice. 'Bloody git is an amazing kisser. Never would have expected him to be so forward.' He almost turned as pink as Hermione remembering the sensations and waves of pleasure that had crashed through him when Harry was on him.
"Hey, let's have a race! From goal post to goal post!" Hermione said, mounting her broom. "And then if you guys could help me practice being a keeper I'd be ever so grateful!"
"Sure, why not?" said Harry immediately.
"Whatever," said Draco, a touch coldly, but got ready to race.
"Ready . . . go!" cried out Hermione, and the three of them sped off.
'Is this . . . what it feels like to have friends?' Malfoy wondered for a brief moment, but that thought was soon pushed out by his thoughts of trying to win the race.
In the end, he and Harry tied, with Hermione right behind them. Hermione, as she went to get in position by the goals, whispered to him, "So did that work out alright?"
Draco hardly needed to nod for Hermione to know that indeed, it did.
He and Harry spent the next twenty minutes throwing a transfigured quaffle back and forth and then at the goal post.
'Did they never notice before how well they work together? Even when they fight, it's always so graceful, like a dance,' thought Hermione, as she watched them work together.
"You're getting better," Harry said to Hermione, "But we should probably get going and meet up with Ron for dinner." He turned to Draco, opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and said, "You flew well. We should practice again sometime."
Hermione and Harry made their way back to the castle, with Draco standing still, watching Harry as he walked away, still feeling sensations whenever he thought about what had happened not less than an hour ago.
"By the way, Granger," He called loudly, "Thanks for that disc!"
~~~
"Disc?" asked Harry as they entered the castle, "What disc?"
"oh, it was a disc with notes about Herbology. He asked for my help the other day." Hermione said quickly.
"Oh." Harry was silent all the way to the common room, but as they went over to Ron, he said, "You know, Malfoy's changed. He's . . . " Harry stopped abruptly, but Hermione could guess what he was going to say.
'I can't wait, I'll have this bet down in no time at all!'
Well, what do you think about that? Malfoy knows, Harry is about to find out, Hermione is getting to see way more than she bargained for . . . and where's Ron going to find ten galleons?
Review please!
Sunday was a boring day, as there was nothing to do, and the only people really awake in the morning were those who were finishing up their last minute homework. Two of those people happened to be Malfoy and Hermione (Well, gee, of course Hermione has homework!)
While Harry and Ron walked around lazily and practiced Quidditch, Hermione kept stealing glances at Malfoy. 'I wonder if I should talk to him . . .'
For another half-hour or so, however, Hermione did nothing. Then, just as Malfoy was about to put his stuff away, she called out, "Hey. Could you come over here a minute?"
Malfoy put on his best 'why-would-I-want-to-go-by-You' glare, but came over anyway. "Yes, what do you want?" he asked.
"Sit down," said Hermione casually. Malfoy put on a 'like-hell-I'll-take- orders-from-you' glare, but sat down slowly.
"We're not friends or anything, Malfoy," Hermione began, and Malfoy rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not about to ask you to suddenly give up being mean to me or something. However . . ." she trailed off and then started again, "However, I have noticed you seem to have . . . a problem. . ."
Malfoy looked at her sharply. Had she guessed?
"Ah, yes, splendid," Hermione clapped her hands in joy, "This is working out lovely - yes, I'll explain in a minute."
"You'd better," Malfoy threatened. He glanced around to see if anyone was watch. No one was.
"Well," said Hermione bluntly. "You like Harry Potter."
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something. He closed it. Opened it. Closed it. So he settled for glaring an extra power 'glare of death'. It didn't work.
"Ah, great, so my suspicious are correct," Hermione said gleefully, "I was dreadfully afraid I was wrong, you see."
Malfoy finally regained the power of speech. "How dare you say I like Harry, I hate him, I loathe hi-"
"You love him, and you're a horrible liar today, Malfoy." Hermione paused, and added, "By the way, when did you take to calling him Harry?"
Malfoy paled a little, but glared nonetheless. "So what's a mudblood like you going to try to do?"
"Not wise to insult the one who wants to help you." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Look, it's simple. I'm Harry's friend. If you want to go out with Harry, I set you two up. Simple."
"I don't need help with my love life from someone who has a crush on Ronald Weasley," sneered Draco.
"Oh, please," sighed Hermione, but she blushed a faint pink tinge. "Anyway, will you let me help you or not?"
"I don't need help," muttered Draco.
"Oh, please," repeated Hermione. "You are so totally in love with him and you haven't a clue what to do."
"And you do?"
"Well, duh."
" . . . . . . what do you have in mind?"
"Quidditch."
That reminded Malfoy of the last time he practiced Quidditch. "You were there last time. . . did you know then?"
"I've known since the beginning of this summer school term."
Malfoy sighed. "Well, I guess. Besides, you wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't agree, I'm sure."
Hermione nodded cheerfully.
"So, how do you plan to set us up through Quidditch?" Malfoy sighed again.
"It's simple, really," Hermione said. "First off, we have to get Harry and you onto the Quidditch field, just the two of you. Second, I cast the charm and then we wait."
"A charm?" Malfoy asked suspiciously.
"Oh, it's a rather simple one. But it'll only work if Harry likes you. So, no worries there, I'm sure he does." Hermione nodded to herself. "The hardest part of the plan is getting you two on the field alone. Because once the charm is performed, Harry will ignore everyone except the one he likes."
Malfoy nodded. "So why are you doing this anyway? I've been absolutely horrible to you, and you hate me, so why are you being nice?"
Hermione waved it aside, "Well, I figure it this way. If you like Harry and Harry likes you, I'd better learn to tolerate you, because when you two start going out, well, it'll be for the best."
"I guess so," Malfoy said.
"I'll give you details later," said Hermione, putting away her book so she could meet Harry and Ron at lunch. "Until then, have fun."
Draco didn't get what she meant even when she gave him the disc. She sighed and explained. "Watch it. It's a recording of the most recent dream Harry has had. I think . . . you might find you two have much in common."
She paused for effect.
"Especially when it contains chains, and lots of them."
Malfoy turned pink.
~~~
Eating lunch, Hermione was rather silent, listening to Ron and Harry go on and on about Quidditch.
'What is it that makes people who are perfect enemies fall in love?'
Draco entered the Great Hall ten minutes later, extremely red, and looking anywhere but where Harry was sitting. Hermione knew that he had watched the disc.
'Why do I even want to help him? He's perfectly horrible to me all the time?'
She picked at her lunch, and sighed quietly.
'It's because it's the right thing to do.'
"Hey Hermione, did we have homework for Potions?" Ron asked suddenly.
"Yeah, remember? The essay on the differences used on a shrinking potion, and an enlarging potion."
Ron muttered angrily, "I didn't do it, and we have potions Monday don't we?"
"Yeah." Harry said, consulting his schedule. The word potions stared up at him. "First period as well."
"Ah, shit," cried out Ron, "I guess I'll be back later, after I finish it."
"Sure. Need any help?" 'Please say no, please say no'
"Well, if you could help me get started, Hermione, it would help a lot." Ron said sheepishly.
"Sure, sure," Hermione said, "And then I want to practice Quidditch again. I really want to do better next time." She turned to Harry, "You'll help, right?"
Harry nodded. "I was planning on practicing tonight myself anyway, so why not? I'll be on the Quidditch field."
"Ok," said Hermione. They finished dinner, and Harry left for the Quidditch field. Hermione and Ron made their way towards the dormitory, and Hermione gave a meaningful look to Malfoy, who understood, and got up to follow a couple minutes later.
~~~
"So, you see, really, all the answers are here," Hermione said, pointing to the page, "All you have to do is get it into essay format."
"Ok," agreed Ron. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you. How's the dare coming along?"
"Rather nicely," Hermione said happily, as Draco entered the common room. "In fact, I'd say extremely well. At least, in a minute or so. So you're sure you've got things under control?"
"Yeah," Ron said, looking over at Malfoy. "You didn't tell Malfoy about the bet did you?"
"I'm not that stupid!" Hermione said, "But I've got to go now, or Harry'll come looking for me and that won't be good. Have fun with your essay."
"Oh, I will," Ron said, rolling his eyes. Hermione went over to Draco.
"Get your broom, quickly," said Hermione as she passed by him, talking so that no one, unless they were paying close attention, would notice she was talking to him, "And meet me right outside here in a minute."
Draco gave a small nod, and went to get his broom. Hermione retrieved hers from by her bed, and they met up just outside the common room.
"Ok, come on, let's get out before people see us together," Hermione said, glancing around.
"Why? What, it won't do for the great Hermione to be in the company of me?" Draco said sarcastically.
"No, people will wonder why I'm with you if I hate you and you hate me and they might . . . assume things and mess up all my plans!" Hermione said angrily. "Anyhow," she continued, calmer, "Harry is already at the field."
Malfoy nodded, not bothering to say anything. They reached the Quidditch field quickly. Hermione found Harry, down at the goal posts, and waved. "Hey Harry," she called, and he turned to look.
He flew over, wondering why in the world Malfoy was here.
What he didn't realize was that Hermione had just cast a charm on him, so that he would only talk to the one he liked.
What he did realize was that Draco looked amazingly . . . hot . . . today.
There weren't any fuzzy feelings this time. All Harry could think about was Draco. Hermione? Whatever. The only person around here was Malfoy.
And that was all that mattered.
~~~
Hermione watched as Draco talked to Harry. He looked a bit weirded out, however, Hermione didn't blame him - Harry was sort of staring at him.
"Don't worry," called out Hermione, "He's not going to hurt you or anything! Go ahead, play Quidditch!"
So play Quidditch they did. Hermione had tweaked the charm to last for 45 minutes instead of just 10, and she called out to remind Draco he had 15 minutes left.
"You're rather good at flying," Harry said, "You've gotten better than before. Before you we're that good at all."
"Well of course I'm better -" Malfoy suddenly found he couldn't speak.
After all, one would find it hard to speak without an air supply, and Harry was efficiently blocking off that air supply with a very passionate kiss.
Hermione gave something like a little squeak - Harry had just leaned over and kissed Malfoy! Over twenty feet in the air, on brooms.
If only she had a camera. Where was Colin Creevley when you needed him?
~~~
After a minute, Harry broke off the kiss. Malfoys eye's were wide, but he was already leaning in to kiss Harry again, to taste him, to be with him.
'I can't believe . . .' was all Malfoy could think as Harry gently pried his mouth open with his tongue and then stuck said tongue into said mouth. Malfoy quickly responded, and the two began vying for control over the kiss.
Draco broke it off this time, and then leaned back in. "So, Harry, what is this for? I thought we were playing Quidditch."
"Nah, I figured this would be more, well, entertaining. Don't you agree?" Harry came in very close and, with a definite little leap, had jumped off his broomstick and landed on Malfoy, straddling him.
Malfoy's eyes grew even wider, and down below, Hermione covered her eyes (though she kept peeking anyway).
"You're really cute, you know," said Harry, tracing circles around Draco's body. "So beautiful . . . "
Draco did not know what to do. Hermione had told him that the charm would not force the person receiving the charm to do anything; they would only do what they wanted to do, so in other words, Harry *wanted* to do this to him.
"5 minutes," whispered Hermione. What would happen when the charm wore off and Harry saw her? But if she left, would he think that Draco did something to him and get mad?
"Are you mad at me, Draco?" Harry asked, wide eyes blinking innocently.
"No, I'm not," Draco said. "I'm actually, well, a bit surprised if you will . . .never expected this. . ."
"But you like it?" Harry asked.
"Well, of course," Draco said, getting in control, and pressing a kiss onto Harry's lips.
Hermione gave another squeak as Harry's hands went decidedly lower. "One minute," she said loudly.
As much as he didn't want to do it, Draco managed to get Harry back onto his own broom. And then Harry's expression abruptly changed, so Draco knew the charm was over.
'Wow. Wow. Just wow.' Draco thought, but shook his head to clear out the thought so he could deal with Harry.
Harry blinked. "What are you doing here, Draco?" he asked, in an almost friendly tone.
Hermione, who was quite pink, called out, "I bumped into him on my way down here. He was planning on playing Quidditch, so I said maybe we could train together because well you guys are on opposite teams and maybe you'd want to practice and that's why he's here, and also -"
Harry cut her off. "I get the picture. Sure, I could use the practice."
Draco noticed that Harry was extremely nice to him (compared to as before) during their practice. 'Bloody git is an amazing kisser. Never would have expected him to be so forward.' He almost turned as pink as Hermione remembering the sensations and waves of pleasure that had crashed through him when Harry was on him.
"Hey, let's have a race! From goal post to goal post!" Hermione said, mounting her broom. "And then if you guys could help me practice being a keeper I'd be ever so grateful!"
"Sure, why not?" said Harry immediately.
"Whatever," said Draco, a touch coldly, but got ready to race.
"Ready . . . go!" cried out Hermione, and the three of them sped off.
'Is this . . . what it feels like to have friends?' Malfoy wondered for a brief moment, but that thought was soon pushed out by his thoughts of trying to win the race.
In the end, he and Harry tied, with Hermione right behind them. Hermione, as she went to get in position by the goals, whispered to him, "So did that work out alright?"
Draco hardly needed to nod for Hermione to know that indeed, it did.
He and Harry spent the next twenty minutes throwing a transfigured quaffle back and forth and then at the goal post.
'Did they never notice before how well they work together? Even when they fight, it's always so graceful, like a dance,' thought Hermione, as she watched them work together.
"You're getting better," Harry said to Hermione, "But we should probably get going and meet up with Ron for dinner." He turned to Draco, opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and said, "You flew well. We should practice again sometime."
Hermione and Harry made their way back to the castle, with Draco standing still, watching Harry as he walked away, still feeling sensations whenever he thought about what had happened not less than an hour ago.
"By the way, Granger," He called loudly, "Thanks for that disc!"
~~~
"Disc?" asked Harry as they entered the castle, "What disc?"
"oh, it was a disc with notes about Herbology. He asked for my help the other day." Hermione said quickly.
"Oh." Harry was silent all the way to the common room, but as they went over to Ron, he said, "You know, Malfoy's changed. He's . . . " Harry stopped abruptly, but Hermione could guess what he was going to say.
'I can't wait, I'll have this bet down in no time at all!'
Well, what do you think about that? Malfoy knows, Harry is about to find out, Hermione is getting to see way more than she bargained for . . . and where's Ron going to find ten galleons?
Review please!