Breakfast today was especially difficult. Ginny tried to stop herself from
staring at Malfoy, who was sitting with the rest of his Slytherin cohorts.
He was very involved in his conversation, laughing occasionally, but made
eye contact with her and then quickly glanced over to the Hufflepuff table,
where he had had sex with her. Gods, it seemed like an eternity ago, when
in fact a small amount of time had passed. Ginny reddened up immediately
and focused her eyes back on her eggs. Normally a very big fan of the food,
she could barely stomach looking at it without having the urge to throw up.
Seated at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, Ginny was surrounded by Sholeh, Rachel, and Leah, each of the three comparing their plans for the day. The nausea receded rather quickly, and she tuned into their conversation.
"I have Divination first today," Sholeh said, disheartened. "Someone throw me off the Astronomy Tower, please. Now."
"Come on, Sholeh, it's not that bad," Leah encouraged, digging her fork into something that resembled bacon but tasted like Bertie Bott's grass flavored bean. "I would rather be making up versions of my own death with Trelawney than bonding with Professor Snape in Potions, a pleasure I am lucky to possess."
"You have a point there, my young friend!" Sholeh said, pointing her fork at Leah with her mouth full.
"Hagrid and I are gonna give Fang a bath today," Rachel chirped in, excited. Her clothes, as Hagrid had requested, were the rattiest, smallest things Ginny could find in her closet.
Sholeh reached over and gave the excited Rachel a quick squeeze around the shoulders. "Sounds like fun, me wee sprite," she said, imitating Hagrid, thick accent and all. Her attention turned to her carrot-topped friend staring off into space. "So what's going on with you today after we have Trelawney together?"
Ginny's eyes wandered back to him. Sholeh waved her hand in front of her. "Hello? Ginny? Come on, attention focused on the beautiful girl sitting in front of you, please? Namely, me."
"Sholeh? Oh, sorry, I didn't realize. . ." Ginny attempted a pathetic recovery. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"What are your plans after Divination?" Leah filled in as Sholeh had put a forkful of grass bacon into her mouth.
"Oh, nothing. I thought I would go see Rachel with Hagrid today, maybe watch Quidditch practice." She, again, attempted nonchalance.
"Quidditch practice?" Sholeh asked. "But it's not Gryffindor practicing today, is it? I mean, it's really not worth it if that incredibly sexy piece of. . ." Sholeh realized Rachel was listening to the conversation. "What I meant to say is, it's not worth it if Longbottom isn't playing."
Leah and Ginny laughed quite loudly as Sholeh went crimson. They both knew about Sholeh's crush on Neville, which neither one of them could understand. At all. In the least.
Sholeh's head shot up straight, eyeing Ginny. "Wait, isn't it Slytherin's day for the Quidditch pitch?"
Ginny though was eyeing Draco, whose hand was very protectively placed on top of Pansy's beside his plate of scrambled eggs. There will be no jealousy, Ginny instructed herself. He did not chain himself to you when he had sex with you. . . three times. And it doesn't matter anyway, it was just sex. Just the one physical act and you've betrayed Harry. Don't think about it. Just sit here and eat your grass bacon.
"Yeah, it is. I thought I might get a heads up on this year's competition for the Cup. Seeing as how Colin Creevey can't scout practice today, I thought I might do him a favor and watch them." Sholeh's gaze never let up. It slowly went from intense to plain suspicious. "Hey! Don't look at me like that - Creevey asked me, I didn't offer, I swear. Like I want to watch a bunch of sweaty green beans yell at each other all afternoon?" Ginny defended.
Sholeh finished her plate at the same time as Rachel. "I have to run to the library before Divination," Sholeh told Ginny as she got up from the table.
Rachel rose too. "I think I'm gonna go to Hagrid's early too. Help him set up for today's Magical Creatures class."
"Goodbye, you two," Ginny and Leah said together, and then laughed. Sholeh walked towards the exit, muttering something to herself about Leah being too Weasley not to be.
Ginny took a deep breath. "He told me, you know."
"He who? Told you what?"
"Malfoy. He told me you're his daughters. I mean, he didn't really tell me, I already had most of it figured out."
Leah paused a moment, unsure of how to handle this. This went against what Dumbledore had told her, but if Ginny already knew. . . but she DIDN'T know everything because Draco didn't know everything. Ginny being her mother still was not out in the open. "I see."
"I just want you to know that I am willing to research as much as possible to figure out why you're here. Even Malfoy-" she pitched a sidelong glance at the Slytherin table - "said he's willing to help, but he's pretty busy."
"Thanks."
"It's Rachel's birthday next week," Leah informed. "I thought I should do something special since we. umm. can't go home. You want to help?"
"Sure. Definitely," said Ginny. "She's turning. . . eight?" Leah nodded. "When's your birthday? You might be with us for awhile, it might be a nice thing to know."
"July 31st. I'll be 13. Not for another 8 or 9 months, but I guess you're right - it is a nice thing to know."
"Harry's birthday?" she asked softly.
"Huh? Harry who?" It clicked in Leah's mind. "Potter? Harry Potter's birthday is July 31st? I didn't know that. That's wicked cool."
She stared at Draco as he tickled Parkinson. Oh, Merlin's beard, Parkinson must elicit that nauseous feeling in me, she thought, her stomach cramping quite suddenly. She needed to get to a restroom.
"I have to head to Divination," Ginny said abruptly, getting up from the table and running towards the exit of the Great Hall.
Leah was confused about Ginny's abrupt exit before her father came and took her place at the Gryffindor table. "What was that about?" he asked, staring at Ginny's red hair bouncing behind her as she stalked out.
"I have no idea, but knowing her as I do, I have no doubt that it has something to do with you," Leah said before walking out towards the Dungeons.
*****
"So, no new information, girls, about why you're here?" Draco asked Leah and Rachel as he walked them back to Gryffindor Tower later that day.
"Nothing at all. Ginny's been working around the clock, I have interviewed every Master and Mistress here about time travel, and none of them can tell me anything remotely useful. This Malfoy ancestry idea isn't even panning out, and I know all about the other side of the family - I know about every member of that side of the family, and trust me when I say that there are a lot sibling groupings on that side. Apparently my grandfather had something like six other brothers and sisters or something. Lots of people. Dumbledore will see us anytime we need to talk to him, but he won't answer any questions. McGonagall's a force unto herself, never even acknowledging us. I don't even know what to do anymore. We need to get back home. I'm sure my mom and dad are missing us."
"I'm sure they are too," he reassured as he saw Ginny coming out of the portrait, a handful of books towering over her head and obstructing her view.
"Hey, Gin!" Rachel called, running over to her, but careful not to touch her too much for fear of the books toppling over.
"Hey, girls," Ginny answered. "I need to go return these books and get an essay started."
"Ginny," Draco greeted, smiling slyly.
"Malfoy," Ginny acknowledged before skittering towards the library.
Rachel's bottom lip trembled. She always took everything rather personally. "She doesn't even hang out with us anymore."
"Sure, she does. Yesterday we spent the whole morning in the library!" Leah reminded gently.
"With me and you, sure, she spends lots of time, but not with all of us. Not with Daddy anymore. What's going on?" She looked straight at her father, hands squarely on her hips. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing," he said, unconvincingly. "Okay, girls, have a good rest of the day. See you tomorrow. I have Quidditch practice then some major studying."
There was an unexpected consequence of their night in the Great Hall, Draco mused as he walked towards Slytherin to get his Quidditch supplies. He realized that Ginny had started avoiding him at every opportunity, and he could not figure out why. He tried being friendly, he tried chatting her up about the girls, he tried talking to her about Divination, Potions, anything - nothing worked. She refused to see the girls if he was with them. Usually, at this point in the day, they would have seen each other a couple of times, exchanged a few caged barbs, then went on their merry way with the girls. And Rachel and Leah, not particularly stupid themselves, asked questions. It wasn't like he could say, "Oh, yes, my little angel daughters, did I forget to tell you that I screwed your best friend here at Hogwarts?"
He had never bedded a virgin before (or would the correct phrase be "tabled"?), and quite frankly, he was feeling a huge amount of guilt regarding the consummation of their relationship. He had taken her virginity on a tabletop for goodness sakes, justified pathetically by saying that he was helping her get over Potter.
Yeah, sex with Ginny helped her overcome Potter like a tequila shot helped a drunk overcome alcoholism.
Although, he reasoned, Ginny was a whole lot more satisfying than liquor.
****
He watched them in stands, the two of them side by side, whispering to each other about God knows whatever teenaged girls whisper about. They smiled, pointed at him, pointed at some other players on the team, and then whispered again. These two cherry headed ladies: one of whom he would sire and the other with whom he shared a tryst. Two very different associations for girls who looked so very alike.
"Malfoy? Malfoy?" a voice called to him. He had been staring at Ginny and Leah in the stands, watching the Quidditch practice, and hoped to the gods that neither of them had noticed. The one thing he did NOT need at this moment was Muggle-born Slytherin captain Jackholm Rorvenor on his ass. "Dammit, Malfoy! What is wrong with you?"
He gazed at Jackholm, flying his way with a bolt of speed and energy, and plastered on his best look of indifference. "Yes, Rorvenor?"
"Welcome to Earth, Malfoy. You are currently practicing a game called Quidditch. QUID-DITCH. A necessary part of us practicing is you paying attention to the GAME BEFORE YOU!" he screamed, his rather large cheeks becoming enflamed in frustration. "The Snitch passed by you three times, Malfoy. Three times, but did you see it? No! Because you were too busy paying to paying attention to Carrottop and her Clone."
Malfoy raised his eyebrow and released a sigh. The gesture screamed, "I see you in front of me, I acknowledge you blowing your top, but I do not give a flobberworm's tail about it." Internally, he was cursing himself. If Rorvenor, daft prick that he is, noticed he was staring, then Ginny and Leah had definitely noticed.
"Are you done now, Jackholm?" Malfoy asked contemptuously.
Jackholm lowered his voice, and pointing, said, "Hit the showers. I don't need my Seeker preoccupied by some Quidditch groupie. Leave the field, get some ass from that Gryffindor slut Weasley, and return next week, focused."
Malfoy reacted immediately to that comment, socking Rorvenor in his stomach. The team moved in quickly, and through the corner of his eye, he saw Leah and Ginny stand up, trying to see what was happening. Despite the fact that they were still air bound, he pulled Rorvenor close to him by the collar and muttered quietly, "She is not a slut, and you do not tell me what to do, even if you are Slytherin's captain, you undeserving Mudblood."
He released Jackholm and flew back to the ground, the rest of the team gathering around Rorvenor, questioning whether he was okay. Rorvenor looked at Draco bitterly, reassuring his teammates that he was just fine. Intent on heading towards the showers, he saw Leah coming down the stands towards him. Ginny followed her at some distance, with no intention of coming any closer to him, holding back in what seemed like fear.
"What happened there?" Leah asked, once they were a good distance away from the continuing Quidditch practice.
"Nothing. I wasn't focused on practice today, Jackholm Rorvenor saw this and told me to just head to the showers."
"And for this, you hit him? For goodness sakes, Dad, I better not ask you to pass the salt or anything. You might send me into the middle of next week!" Leah laughed. "There was more, though. What did he say?"
"Leah, what Rorvenor said is none of your business. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said abruptly, pushing past his redheaded daughter with a stricken look on her face. He must have said something incredibly serious. She kept up with him, though, unfazed for but that moment.
"Okay, okay, so don't tell me. You don't have Quidditch practice, why don't you come to dinner with me, Ginny and Rachel in an hour or so?"
"I don't think so," he said, pausing for a moment, looking back. He cracked a smile. "You will not graced with my presence tonight."
Leah snapped her fingers. "Well, darn it all, I thought I would head up to Gryffindor Tower and pine away from you, awaiting the moment when I could see your slicked blonde hair and pretty face again," she said sarcastically, a mysterious smile on her face.
He remembered back to that day in Hagrid's cabin. Ginny had made a comment just like that - about returning to Gryffindor and waiting for him, the same smile on her face, the same hand gesture.
Rorvenor had called Leah Ginny's clone.
Ginny's friend Sholeh kept questioning Leah about whether she was a Weasley.
Leah and Ginny were both redhaired.
Ginny furrowed her brow whenever she was perplexed, not unlike the Rat.
It dawned on him in that moment. . .
Ginny Weasley was the mother of his daughters.
Oh, gods.
A/N So how's it coming along? Be honest, critique, tell me what you'd like to see!
I have been receiving some harsh, rather unfair criticism regarding this fic. If that certain person is reading, I would like to tell him/her that it's fine if you attack my writing, my plot, my writing style, but you crossed the line. You attacked me personally, and that is entirely unfair. Please, do me a favor, don't read my stories anymore if you hate everything about my fanfics so much.
I'm not a very big fan of yours, either, and though I haven't reviewed any of your fics yet, let me just say that I know the difference between flames and constructive criticism. Apparently, you don't.
Seated at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, Ginny was surrounded by Sholeh, Rachel, and Leah, each of the three comparing their plans for the day. The nausea receded rather quickly, and she tuned into their conversation.
"I have Divination first today," Sholeh said, disheartened. "Someone throw me off the Astronomy Tower, please. Now."
"Come on, Sholeh, it's not that bad," Leah encouraged, digging her fork into something that resembled bacon but tasted like Bertie Bott's grass flavored bean. "I would rather be making up versions of my own death with Trelawney than bonding with Professor Snape in Potions, a pleasure I am lucky to possess."
"You have a point there, my young friend!" Sholeh said, pointing her fork at Leah with her mouth full.
"Hagrid and I are gonna give Fang a bath today," Rachel chirped in, excited. Her clothes, as Hagrid had requested, were the rattiest, smallest things Ginny could find in her closet.
Sholeh reached over and gave the excited Rachel a quick squeeze around the shoulders. "Sounds like fun, me wee sprite," she said, imitating Hagrid, thick accent and all. Her attention turned to her carrot-topped friend staring off into space. "So what's going on with you today after we have Trelawney together?"
Ginny's eyes wandered back to him. Sholeh waved her hand in front of her. "Hello? Ginny? Come on, attention focused on the beautiful girl sitting in front of you, please? Namely, me."
"Sholeh? Oh, sorry, I didn't realize. . ." Ginny attempted a pathetic recovery. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"What are your plans after Divination?" Leah filled in as Sholeh had put a forkful of grass bacon into her mouth.
"Oh, nothing. I thought I would go see Rachel with Hagrid today, maybe watch Quidditch practice." She, again, attempted nonchalance.
"Quidditch practice?" Sholeh asked. "But it's not Gryffindor practicing today, is it? I mean, it's really not worth it if that incredibly sexy piece of. . ." Sholeh realized Rachel was listening to the conversation. "What I meant to say is, it's not worth it if Longbottom isn't playing."
Leah and Ginny laughed quite loudly as Sholeh went crimson. They both knew about Sholeh's crush on Neville, which neither one of them could understand. At all. In the least.
Sholeh's head shot up straight, eyeing Ginny. "Wait, isn't it Slytherin's day for the Quidditch pitch?"
Ginny though was eyeing Draco, whose hand was very protectively placed on top of Pansy's beside his plate of scrambled eggs. There will be no jealousy, Ginny instructed herself. He did not chain himself to you when he had sex with you. . . three times. And it doesn't matter anyway, it was just sex. Just the one physical act and you've betrayed Harry. Don't think about it. Just sit here and eat your grass bacon.
"Yeah, it is. I thought I might get a heads up on this year's competition for the Cup. Seeing as how Colin Creevey can't scout practice today, I thought I might do him a favor and watch them." Sholeh's gaze never let up. It slowly went from intense to plain suspicious. "Hey! Don't look at me like that - Creevey asked me, I didn't offer, I swear. Like I want to watch a bunch of sweaty green beans yell at each other all afternoon?" Ginny defended.
Sholeh finished her plate at the same time as Rachel. "I have to run to the library before Divination," Sholeh told Ginny as she got up from the table.
Rachel rose too. "I think I'm gonna go to Hagrid's early too. Help him set up for today's Magical Creatures class."
"Goodbye, you two," Ginny and Leah said together, and then laughed. Sholeh walked towards the exit, muttering something to herself about Leah being too Weasley not to be.
Ginny took a deep breath. "He told me, you know."
"He who? Told you what?"
"Malfoy. He told me you're his daughters. I mean, he didn't really tell me, I already had most of it figured out."
Leah paused a moment, unsure of how to handle this. This went against what Dumbledore had told her, but if Ginny already knew. . . but she DIDN'T know everything because Draco didn't know everything. Ginny being her mother still was not out in the open. "I see."
"I just want you to know that I am willing to research as much as possible to figure out why you're here. Even Malfoy-" she pitched a sidelong glance at the Slytherin table - "said he's willing to help, but he's pretty busy."
"Thanks."
"It's Rachel's birthday next week," Leah informed. "I thought I should do something special since we. umm. can't go home. You want to help?"
"Sure. Definitely," said Ginny. "She's turning. . . eight?" Leah nodded. "When's your birthday? You might be with us for awhile, it might be a nice thing to know."
"July 31st. I'll be 13. Not for another 8 or 9 months, but I guess you're right - it is a nice thing to know."
"Harry's birthday?" she asked softly.
"Huh? Harry who?" It clicked in Leah's mind. "Potter? Harry Potter's birthday is July 31st? I didn't know that. That's wicked cool."
She stared at Draco as he tickled Parkinson. Oh, Merlin's beard, Parkinson must elicit that nauseous feeling in me, she thought, her stomach cramping quite suddenly. She needed to get to a restroom.
"I have to head to Divination," Ginny said abruptly, getting up from the table and running towards the exit of the Great Hall.
Leah was confused about Ginny's abrupt exit before her father came and took her place at the Gryffindor table. "What was that about?" he asked, staring at Ginny's red hair bouncing behind her as she stalked out.
"I have no idea, but knowing her as I do, I have no doubt that it has something to do with you," Leah said before walking out towards the Dungeons.
*****
"So, no new information, girls, about why you're here?" Draco asked Leah and Rachel as he walked them back to Gryffindor Tower later that day.
"Nothing at all. Ginny's been working around the clock, I have interviewed every Master and Mistress here about time travel, and none of them can tell me anything remotely useful. This Malfoy ancestry idea isn't even panning out, and I know all about the other side of the family - I know about every member of that side of the family, and trust me when I say that there are a lot sibling groupings on that side. Apparently my grandfather had something like six other brothers and sisters or something. Lots of people. Dumbledore will see us anytime we need to talk to him, but he won't answer any questions. McGonagall's a force unto herself, never even acknowledging us. I don't even know what to do anymore. We need to get back home. I'm sure my mom and dad are missing us."
"I'm sure they are too," he reassured as he saw Ginny coming out of the portrait, a handful of books towering over her head and obstructing her view.
"Hey, Gin!" Rachel called, running over to her, but careful not to touch her too much for fear of the books toppling over.
"Hey, girls," Ginny answered. "I need to go return these books and get an essay started."
"Ginny," Draco greeted, smiling slyly.
"Malfoy," Ginny acknowledged before skittering towards the library.
Rachel's bottom lip trembled. She always took everything rather personally. "She doesn't even hang out with us anymore."
"Sure, she does. Yesterday we spent the whole morning in the library!" Leah reminded gently.
"With me and you, sure, she spends lots of time, but not with all of us. Not with Daddy anymore. What's going on?" She looked straight at her father, hands squarely on her hips. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing," he said, unconvincingly. "Okay, girls, have a good rest of the day. See you tomorrow. I have Quidditch practice then some major studying."
There was an unexpected consequence of their night in the Great Hall, Draco mused as he walked towards Slytherin to get his Quidditch supplies. He realized that Ginny had started avoiding him at every opportunity, and he could not figure out why. He tried being friendly, he tried chatting her up about the girls, he tried talking to her about Divination, Potions, anything - nothing worked. She refused to see the girls if he was with them. Usually, at this point in the day, they would have seen each other a couple of times, exchanged a few caged barbs, then went on their merry way with the girls. And Rachel and Leah, not particularly stupid themselves, asked questions. It wasn't like he could say, "Oh, yes, my little angel daughters, did I forget to tell you that I screwed your best friend here at Hogwarts?"
He had never bedded a virgin before (or would the correct phrase be "tabled"?), and quite frankly, he was feeling a huge amount of guilt regarding the consummation of their relationship. He had taken her virginity on a tabletop for goodness sakes, justified pathetically by saying that he was helping her get over Potter.
Yeah, sex with Ginny helped her overcome Potter like a tequila shot helped a drunk overcome alcoholism.
Although, he reasoned, Ginny was a whole lot more satisfying than liquor.
****
He watched them in stands, the two of them side by side, whispering to each other about God knows whatever teenaged girls whisper about. They smiled, pointed at him, pointed at some other players on the team, and then whispered again. These two cherry headed ladies: one of whom he would sire and the other with whom he shared a tryst. Two very different associations for girls who looked so very alike.
"Malfoy? Malfoy?" a voice called to him. He had been staring at Ginny and Leah in the stands, watching the Quidditch practice, and hoped to the gods that neither of them had noticed. The one thing he did NOT need at this moment was Muggle-born Slytherin captain Jackholm Rorvenor on his ass. "Dammit, Malfoy! What is wrong with you?"
He gazed at Jackholm, flying his way with a bolt of speed and energy, and plastered on his best look of indifference. "Yes, Rorvenor?"
"Welcome to Earth, Malfoy. You are currently practicing a game called Quidditch. QUID-DITCH. A necessary part of us practicing is you paying attention to the GAME BEFORE YOU!" he screamed, his rather large cheeks becoming enflamed in frustration. "The Snitch passed by you three times, Malfoy. Three times, but did you see it? No! Because you were too busy paying to paying attention to Carrottop and her Clone."
Malfoy raised his eyebrow and released a sigh. The gesture screamed, "I see you in front of me, I acknowledge you blowing your top, but I do not give a flobberworm's tail about it." Internally, he was cursing himself. If Rorvenor, daft prick that he is, noticed he was staring, then Ginny and Leah had definitely noticed.
"Are you done now, Jackholm?" Malfoy asked contemptuously.
Jackholm lowered his voice, and pointing, said, "Hit the showers. I don't need my Seeker preoccupied by some Quidditch groupie. Leave the field, get some ass from that Gryffindor slut Weasley, and return next week, focused."
Malfoy reacted immediately to that comment, socking Rorvenor in his stomach. The team moved in quickly, and through the corner of his eye, he saw Leah and Ginny stand up, trying to see what was happening. Despite the fact that they were still air bound, he pulled Rorvenor close to him by the collar and muttered quietly, "She is not a slut, and you do not tell me what to do, even if you are Slytherin's captain, you undeserving Mudblood."
He released Jackholm and flew back to the ground, the rest of the team gathering around Rorvenor, questioning whether he was okay. Rorvenor looked at Draco bitterly, reassuring his teammates that he was just fine. Intent on heading towards the showers, he saw Leah coming down the stands towards him. Ginny followed her at some distance, with no intention of coming any closer to him, holding back in what seemed like fear.
"What happened there?" Leah asked, once they were a good distance away from the continuing Quidditch practice.
"Nothing. I wasn't focused on practice today, Jackholm Rorvenor saw this and told me to just head to the showers."
"And for this, you hit him? For goodness sakes, Dad, I better not ask you to pass the salt or anything. You might send me into the middle of next week!" Leah laughed. "There was more, though. What did he say?"
"Leah, what Rorvenor said is none of your business. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said abruptly, pushing past his redheaded daughter with a stricken look on her face. He must have said something incredibly serious. She kept up with him, though, unfazed for but that moment.
"Okay, okay, so don't tell me. You don't have Quidditch practice, why don't you come to dinner with me, Ginny and Rachel in an hour or so?"
"I don't think so," he said, pausing for a moment, looking back. He cracked a smile. "You will not graced with my presence tonight."
Leah snapped her fingers. "Well, darn it all, I thought I would head up to Gryffindor Tower and pine away from you, awaiting the moment when I could see your slicked blonde hair and pretty face again," she said sarcastically, a mysterious smile on her face.
He remembered back to that day in Hagrid's cabin. Ginny had made a comment just like that - about returning to Gryffindor and waiting for him, the same smile on her face, the same hand gesture.
Rorvenor had called Leah Ginny's clone.
Ginny's friend Sholeh kept questioning Leah about whether she was a Weasley.
Leah and Ginny were both redhaired.
Ginny furrowed her brow whenever she was perplexed, not unlike the Rat.
It dawned on him in that moment. . .
Ginny Weasley was the mother of his daughters.
Oh, gods.
A/N So how's it coming along? Be honest, critique, tell me what you'd like to see!
I have been receiving some harsh, rather unfair criticism regarding this fic. If that certain person is reading, I would like to tell him/her that it's fine if you attack my writing, my plot, my writing style, but you crossed the line. You attacked me personally, and that is entirely unfair. Please, do me a favor, don't read my stories anymore if you hate everything about my fanfics so much.
I'm not a very big fan of yours, either, and though I haven't reviewed any of your fics yet, let me just say that I know the difference between flames and constructive criticism. Apparently, you don't.