Not Exactly Charming Chapter 11: Christmas, a harry potter fanfic

((A/N: Yes, holy crap it's me. Just to prove I live yet, I'm adding another chapter! Sorry it took so long. I had planned to finish this in time for Christmas…but I got bored with it. Then I had multiple comp problems, and then my boyfriend broke up with me, so you can imagine how much I did NOT want to type a romance fic at that time. -_- *sigh* January was not a good month. Anyway, sorry for the wait, but here it is! And I'll try to fix chapter 10 ASAP! I dunno what happened there. ))

Not Exactly Charming

Chapter 11

§ ~Christmas~ §

The snake's eyes glittered malevolently. Everything was dark and quiet… all he could see were the eyes… it was a cold place…cold as death. The snake hissed as the beady eyes retreated as the snake floated into full view. It writhed, and its gaping mouth revealed long, needle-sharp fangs as a hiss was emitted. As its body twisted against the blackness, blood spewed from its mouth and a shrill, hissing laugh was heard. It rang through the darkness and the snake withered and died.

Then there was another hissing voice that cried out against the laughter. And there lay the corps of the snake…the laughter increased to a deafening tone. It was high and cold and sickening. It wouldn't stop…and the other voice was still yelling at it…

Draco opened his eyes. The shrill laughter still echoed in his mind, as though the voice's owner was in the very dorm. For a moment, Draco remained lying on his bed, casting a blank star to the canopy of the bed. His eyes focused on nothing. The emerald velvet of the canopy was darkened by the lack of sunlight. Winter had come to Hogwarts. The trees of the Forbidden Forest had lost all their leaves and the heavens clouded over and sent forth the snows.

Draco inhaled deeply and sat up. Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and looked out of the dingy window. Snow blanketed the earth, and the lake was frozen over.

Draco ran his fingers through his hair, taking another deep breath. He knew that snake in the dream. He had seen it many times before. The dream was not new to him. It had been accruing and reoccurring since the night his father…

He shook the thought away. The dorm was quiet, for the other Slytherins were either in the common room or eating breakfast in the Great Hall. He got dressed silently and made his way to the Hall. His footfalls echoed through the stone corridors.

Draco tensed.

He hated the sound of his own footsteps. Try as he may, he could not make them seem any quieter. Every noise seemed dangerously loud to him, as if something could find him by listening for him. Something unwanted and fearful.

Draco forced himself to keep walking. The Great Hall was decorated for the season. Christmas trees filled the room and the candles seemed more decorative than they did any other time of year. The ceiling was clouded over, and occasionally a few snowflakes would fall, only to disappear before touching anything. For it was only an enchantment.

Draco took his place at the Slytherin table, in-between Crabbe and Goyal. They began to engage in a highly unintelligent conversation about muffins. Muffins. Draco ignored it, eating silently. His grey eyes drifted to the Gryffindor table across the Hall. They immediately picked out the flames among the crowd. The flames lifted and she left the Hall.

Draco smirked to himself.

Ginny scurried down the steps. Flicking her fiery hair back behind her shoulder, she made her way down the hallway. The Christmas season found Ginny either studying with Draco or Hermione, avoiding or arguing with Ron, or hanging out with Jessica and Sara. Now, as she passed a doorway to another corridor, a voice was heard.

"If you are heading to the library on Christmas Eve, I'm going to have to make you suffer."

Ginny stopped and looked into the shadows at the tall dark figure looming there. She smirked and crossed her arms.

"Is that so?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well I suppose I should prepare myself for pain and torture."

A grinning Draco stepped forth and fell in stride with her as she continued to walk.

"Homework," Draco said. "You're doing homework on Christmas Eve?

"Yes," Ginny said playfully. "And if you're mad, blame your beloved Snape."

Draco growled.

The library doors came into view and Draco took Ginny's hand. He began to casually lead her down a different hallway to the right.

"Draco, the library's to the right," Ginny informed.

Draco shrugged. "Yeah. I know. What's your point?" Ginny laughed, exasperated. She could see there was no arguing with him.

"Where are we going?" she asked. Draco's shoulders rose and fell with another shrug. Ginny rolled her eyes and smiled. Then Draco stopped and turned to face her.

"When is your bloody homework due?" he asked her, wrapping his arms around he waist. She responded by locking hers around his strong neck.

"Sometime in January…the fifteenth I think…" she said, bringing her face closer to his.

"So why are you worrying about it now?" he replied in a strong, yet whisper-like voice. Ginny shrugged and Draco's hand came to the back of her head and brought her lips to meet his. She followed through willingly, returning the kiss. She was happier than she had bee in a while. Most people were too afraid to give her a lot of crap, so most of the teasing had stopped. Ron was still mad at her, though.

But that didn't matter now. He could get over himself as far as she was concerned.

Draco broke away and began to kiss her neck. Ginny ran her fingers through his blond hair. She went to kiss him again, but he pulled away, smirking. She leaned her head forward again, and again he pulled away. Ginny looked at him, confused. He didn't seem mad…

But she needed his kiss. After all she had gone through since the Quidditch match, all that mattered to her was Draco.

The Slytherin leaned forward and whispered silkily in her ear, "I told you I'd make you suffer." The voice made Ginny shiver. But she grinned as he kissed her cheek and made his way to the base of her neck. Ginny leaned into him, closing her eyes. Draco brought his hand up and lightly brushed the back of her neck with his fingertips. She inhaled sharply as another shiver was sent down her spine.

Draco lifted his head, and Ginny tried again to kiss him. He pulled back. "You're torture's not over yet…" he said.

Ginny groaned and Draco smirked. But hearing this tickled his thoughts…

He worked his fingers through her hair, but then they heard a voice trailing behind them.

"Wheeeee! I'ma gunna catch them! Whee!" said the chanting voice.

"Uh oh," said Ginny. "Peeves. He must be up to something."

The voice was heard again. "Let's see if Snappey will find them. He wont. No, he'll never find them." It was getting closer.

Draco looked over his shoulder. "Yeah. That last time I saw him, he must have been high off of one of Snape's potions. He was acting really weird." Ginny laughed.

"PEEVES!" bellowed another voice. It was Professor Snape. "PEEVES YOU INCOMPITANT LITTLE HOOLAGIN!" Ginny put her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her laughing. The voices were getting closer.

"They're coming this way," said Draco. "Come on!" He took her hand and led her down a turn to another hallway. Then he walked over to a closet door in the wall and opened it. The two of them rushed inside and closed the door. Sitting down in the darkness, they tried to quiet their uncontrollable laughing.

"Shh…"

The voices came closer and they heard Peeves flying down the hallway and passed the door. "You can't catch me!" He cried. "You'll never get me!" Snape was running after him, yelling and demanding that he return some stolen newt brains. Ginny and Draco laughed as quietly as they could. After a moment, the voices subsided, and the two kids burst out with laughter.

"Now that was funny!" said Ginny. Snape deserved it.

Draco laughed. "Yeah, it was." He turned to look at Ginny in the dim light. She smiled at him and was about to stand up when her took her arm. She sat back down and smiled again. Draco put his hand on her cheek and kissed her gently. She responded by bringing her hand to the back of his neck. Then he pulled away. He brushed the tip of his nose against hers affectionately. Ginny went to kiss him, but he smiled slyly and pulled back. He brushed back her red hair with his hand and began to place hot kisses on her neck. Ginny's eyes closed and she giggled slightly, running her fingers through his hair. Draco whispered in her ear.

"Come on. Let's go somewhere…"

They stood up and as he opened the door, Ginny whispered back, "Where are we going?"

They stepped out of the closet, making sure the coast was clear, and Draco replied, " I dunno. Outside."

"Alright."

They made their way to the school grounds. Fresh snow awaited them as they walked outside. The air was bitter cold, but Draco enjoyed it. It was a pure reflection of himself. He watched his breath rise into the air as the snow crunched beneath his boots. Ginny smiled at him and they began to walk aimlessly about the grounds.

"Wow. Its pretty," said Ginny.

"Hmm," murmured Draco. They stopped near the lake and Draco put his arm around Ginny's shoulders. She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned forward and this time Draco allowed her to kiss him.

They sat down in the snow, looking out over the lake. No one else was outside, and they would have been crazy to do so. It was bitter cold.

'So are you ready for the dance tomorrow night?" Ginny asked.

"Of course," replied Draco. The Christmas Ball had been announced at the beginning of December, and the whole school was buzzing about it. Only fourth years and up were permitted to go. The school rarely had dances, and they decided to try something new. Ginny smiled at the thought of Ron trying to dance properly with Hermione. He'd probably be stepping all over her feet. The poor thing… She gave a small laugh.

"What?" Draco asked.

"Nothing," she replied. "Just thinking about something." Draco cast the thought away like a stone to the lake. His attention was on Ginny. He frowned, at imagining what kind of dress a Weasley girl would wear. But then a grin played across his face. He could get her any dress she could ever want or imagine.

"We're going to have fun," Ginny said, linking her arm with his.

"You bet," replied Draco. He took his arm away and put it around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her head, and she looked up at him. Their eyes met and again, Ginny felt the brush of Draco's lips against hers, and his fingers playing through her hair. She laced her arm around his neck. This kiss was forceful, and Draco had full control. He was the first to break away, however. He looked at Ginny and smiled. They stood up and he spoke first.

"Hey, its getting late," hea said. "And I've got to take care of some stuff for Christmas. Come on. I'll walk you back."

"Aw, Draco!" Ginny whined, putting her head on his shoulder. "Why?"

"I gotta take care of some stuff," he said again. His frosty breath rose into the air. "You wont be mad. I promise."

Draco walked Ginny back to the Gryffindor Tower, and while the Fat Lady's portrait was opened and facing the other way, Draco gave her a kiss good-night. Finally, Draco left, and Ginny went inside the common room, calling back "goodnight." Draco smiled and waved. Then he turned to go back outside.

Christmas morning found Ginny outside with Jessica and Sara, after a wonderful breakfast and the opening of family gifts. The three girls had made a deal to give each other their gifts just before the Ball. "Oh, I love Christmas!" squealed Jessica. She wrapped her arms around herself in excitement. Her frosty breath rose into the winter air. "I love it!"

Ginny laughed. "So do I."

"So what'd you guys get me? Hmm?" asked Sara. Jessica raised an eyebrow at her.

"What did I get you?" she repeated. "Ugh! What makes you think I'd get you a present?" Ginny and Sara laughed.

"Hey!" said Sara. She threw a snowball at her friend, who laughed and threw one back in retaliation. Thus began a snowball fight. One of the many of the season. By the time they got back to Hogwarts, all three of the girls were soaked and freezing cold.

Just a five hours till the dance. Excitement was buzzing in the air. All the students were rowdy and most were thoroughly unruly. (Fred and George being no exception). Ginny was in the library, finishing up a bit of research for a paper. She scribbled some notes down on a scroll. Soon she would leave, drop her books off in the Dorm, go to the Christmas feast, and finally go back to the Dorm with Jessica and Sara to prepare for the Ball. She was about to clean up when Draco appeared, carrying a box wrapped in shining wrapping paper. He gently set it down before Ginny, on the table.

"Merry Christmas," he said, plopping himself down in the chair next to her. Ginny stared. Then she gave a smile. She had looked for him earlier that day, for she had a gift for him as well, but she had failed to find him. No doubt this was why.

"Merry Christmas to you too," she said with a smirk. "Draco, what did you do?" He merely grinned his Slytherin smirk.

"Just don't shake it," he said, still smirking as Ginny undid the wrapping paper. She reached a box, and saw holes cut into the sides. She paused and looked skeptically at Draco. He raised his eyebrows. "Well, he can't stay in there all night." Ginny took a deep breath and opened the box.

A familiar whistle met her ears.

Ginny paused once more. A head popped out of the box. A kneazle head. Ginny gasped. It was the same one she had grown so fond of during Hagrid's lessons.

"Draco…" she said. "But-how did you…?" The Slytherin smirked some more.

"Ah, I made amends with old Hagrid," he replied simply. "I was talking to him and thinking about what to get you for Christmas. I remembered that you had seemed very attached to the kibble-thing or whatever it's called. So I asked him about it."

Ginny smiled and lifted the kneazle from the box. It whistled happily and rubbed up against her face. She told it to be quiet. The librarian might hear…

"Oh, Draco! I love him!" she cried. He threw her free arm around him and gave him a peck on the cheek. He smiled, satisfied. But then Ginny stopped. "But Draco, I need a license to own one of these…"

"Already taken care of," said Draco. He held up two fingers, holding between them a wad of paper. He handed them to her. "I have my ways. Not to mention the power behind my name," he added. Ginny laughed.

"And I have something for you as well," she said. She reached into her bag and pulled something out of it. She held it out to Draco, who took it in his hand and examined it. It was a pendent on a chain. He was caught off guard for a moment, stunned by the beauty of it. It was of gleaming silver in the form of a fairy with a twisting design behind it. At its core was some kind of glittering blue crystal. All this at the end of a fine silver chain. He was awestruck to think that a Weasley could afford this sort of thing.

"It's a pendant that's been in my family for a while. My grandmother gave it to me," Ginny explained. Draco looked dumbfounded at the necklace, the metal cool against his palm.

"Ginny…" he said softly. "I…I can't take this."

"Yes you can," she replied casually. "I want you to."

Before Draco could respond, she looked at her watch and stood up. "Can you hold him for a second?" she asked. Draco hesitantly took the kibble- kneazle. It watched Ginny, and sniffed at Draco's hand. Ginny began to pack her books into her bag.

"So…what are you going to call this thing?" he asked. Ginny stopped and thought for a moment. Then she shrugged.

"I don't know. I'll have to look through some books and find a descent one for him," she smiled. Once her books were packed, she took the kneazle again, cradling him in her cloak-hopefully to hide him at least somewhat. She smiled at Draco.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you so much." Draco stood.

"Hey, anything you want, you got it," he said. Ginny gave him a kiss and said "Merry Christmas."

((A/N: Wait, shouldn't it be "Happy Christmas" for them? O well. I like Merry better. ^_-)) Then she left the library, heading to the Gryffindor Tower. Draco looked at the pendant in his hand, tracing its intricate design with his thumb. Then he gave a smile.

Upon returning to his own Dorm, Draco saw an owl sitting on his bed. His heart froze, as cold as the pendant in his palm. He clutched at it, the pointed silver digging into his skin. He took a breath and walked over to the owl and the letter. The great bird screeched at him and flew away. Draco had the strong desire to get his broom, hunt the animal down, and kill him. But he dismissed this notion and his grey eyes traveled to the letter. He lifted it from the bed with a trembling hand, setting the necklace down. He turned it over, knowing what he would find.

It bore the Malfoy crest.

Draco thought of trashing it right away, but finally decided to read it. Hesitantly, he tore open the letter. It was as he feared-a message from his mother.

Dearest son,

Draco's gut clenched. He had heard these words so many times before, for he had received many letters like this.

Dearest son,

It has come to my attention that you are not returning home for Christmas. Do as you please. But I must ask you this: Did you realize that Dilly, that scrawny little house-elf died? I called for him this morning, but he did not come. I asked the other ones where he might be found, and they told me he was dead. How ambiguous.

Oh yes, and I hear that you have formed a sort of relationship with that Weasley girl. Is this true, Draco? You know that isn't good for our reputation to go meddling with that riff-raff! How could you? This is a disgrace, Draco. I want you to end anything that might be going on between the two of you right this instant. Before the word gets out. When you're father finds out-and you know he will, he will be absolutely furious! How do you think he can get any respect at work if everyone knows his own son, a Malfoy, befriended a ratty little Weasley?

By the way, dear, did you hear your aunt Missy had twins? It's simply delightful!

With love,

Narcissa Malfoy

Draco's breathing was shaky. He could feel his pulse hammering in his ears and tears of rage and pity welled in his sea-grey eyes. He clenched his fists, crumpling the parchment in doing so. He took a breath and bit his lip hard. Then he unfurled the paper and read it again.

"He's dead, mum," he hissed bitterly. "Lucius is dead. He's never coming home." Draco shredded the paper angrily, incinerating the remains with his wand. Then he collapsed onto the edge of his bed, fingers raked through his white-blond hair. His breathing was still shaky. He was furious.

"God, she's getting worse…" he whispered. "Dilly died over the summer…"

How could his father have done this? It was all his fault for pulling his family into his mess. Had he not been with Voldemort, things would have been different. He would still be alive for one…and Narcissa wouldn't be in the ghastly state of depression she was now in…

She was losing it, and Draco knew it. It was one of the reasons he had not returned home for the holidays, Ginny or no Ginny. He would have gone home to see her. He loved his mother with all his heart, and he knew she needed him. But he wasn't ready to face her. She needed to get over it herself. Draco took a breath to steady himself. But he could not break his thoughts. Narcissa was worse than before…She still thought that Lucius was alive. It had happened sometimes. Denial. But now it seemed very normal. And Draco's aunt had had her babies the week after his father had been murdered. How could she not have known that? Oh God, his poor mother…

And Ginny. People found out about Draco and her last month… She was just now realizing this?

Another rush of anger flowed through him. The things she had said about Ginny… He had thought those things to be true once. But no longer. Never again.

He hated his father then. Had ha not done what he did with his life, none of this would have happened. It was his fault Narcissa was like this. His fault that Draco no longer felt comfortable being near his own mother. His fault that Voldemort was now…

He shook the thought away.

Ginny and his mother weren't the only reasons he had not gone home for Christmas.

Draco didn't bother to write back to his mother. Nor did he bother to go to the Great Hall to eat that night. While the rest of Hogwarts was eating a stunning fest, Draco Malfoy sat in the Dorm. Alone. In the dark.

Ginny ate to her heart's content at the Christmas feast. But soon the students were ushered out of the Hall and to their Dorms so that the Hall could be prepared for the dance.

Once in the Gryffindor Tower, Ginny, Jessica, and Sara, along with the other girls, proceeded to change into their wardrobe. Her friends had been begging her to tell them what she was going to wear, but she had told them it was a secret, and they would find out that night.

Jessica wore a beautiful array of cotton robes. She was now clad in violet and silver. She had left her chestnut hair down, but made sure that it was extra-straight. Jessica wore a stunning, pale blue dress and white robes. She had spiral-curled her hair, and had pulled it back and let a few curls dangle in her face.

When Ginny had finally reveled the outfit she was planning to wear, both girls gasped, and demanded to know where she had gotten it and Ginny happily explained.

The girls had all done each other's hair first, and then gotten dressed. Ginny had curled her hair, but she left it down in soft waves. Jessica wore a beautiful array of cotton robes. She was now clad in violet and silver. She had left her chestnut hair down, but made sure that it was extra-straight, and she put glitter in it. Jessica wore a stunning, pale blue dress and white robes. She had also spiral-curled her hair, and had pulled it back and let a few curls dangle in her face. Once they were all ready, they prepared to exchange gifts.

"Are oo guys reay?" Sara asked, attempting to speak while applying some shiny, pearly pink lipstick.

"Yeah, as soon as you stop admiring yourself in the mirror," Ginny said. "We aren't going to a pageant." Jessica laughed.

Sara shrugged and put her lipstick away. She grabbed two little boxes from her bed and joined Ginny and Jess. "I can't help it if I'm beautiful," she said.

"And so modest," replied Jess. Ginny laughed.

They gave each other their gifts. They had each promised themselves to team up with one another to get each other gifts for the Ball. Ginny and Jess had bought Sara a jeweled dragon-clip to go in her hair. Ginny and Sara had bought Jessica a pair of pearl earrings. And Jessica and Sara had gotten Ginny a crystal choker-necklace. They all wore their new accessories to the Ball.

They descended to the Great Hall as soon as it was to start. You didn't need a date, but Jessica met up with hers on their way down. As they entered the Hall, they gasped. It was beautiful. That was the only word to describe it. Beautiful. Everything had a sort of blue aura to it. Snowy blue. Fog covered the floor, and the tables had been pushed out of the way. In their place were a bunch of round tables for people to sit and eat at. They filled the back of the Hall. The front was cleared as a dance floor, and a little ways beyond that were instruments. Drums, violins, cellos, violas, guitars, and a few foreign ones. They were playing themselves, guided by some unseen spell.

Many people were already there. The fake fog whisked about the ends of dresses, and twirled around pant legs as the Hogwarts students walked here and there. Dumbledor and the other faculty members were there, sitting at a table on the far left side of the room.

"Oh my god," breathed Sara. "This is awesome!"

"A bloody fine show," agreed Kyle, Jessica's date. His eyes scanned the room, pleased. He smiled at Jessica and whisked her away to get some punch from the buffet table. Soft music played from the instruments, and Sara and Jessica sought out their friends.

The sixth years chatted for a while, and Harry and Hermione came to say hi. Ginny spotted Ron glaring from their table. Ginny met his gaze easily and turned away. Harry and Hermione talked with them, and then she and Ron went to dance. Harry, who never got into dancing, especially after the Yule Ball, sat with the girls, watching their friends. Ginny sat in her chair and smiled. She watched Harry watch Ron and Hermione, and she suddenly felt sorry for him. More so than she usually had.

Voldemort was still after him. And he had nearly taken Harry last year…Ginny remembered it well. He just barely escaped once more, and he came back a bloody mess. Madam Pomfry had a fit trying to fix him up, and they nearly lost him…

Ginny tried to shake the memories from her head, and her eyes trailed to a not-yet-faded scar on his arm. He would probably carry it for the rest of his life. It stretched from his wrist and curved across his forearm. Then she followed his eyes to Ron and Hermione. Harry had never found the right girl…

"Harry, how have you been?" Ginny asked him, a soft smile on her face. He turned his head to face her.

"I'm holding up," he said, smiling back. Ginny patted his knee in a friendly manner.

"It'll all work out," she said.

Harry let out a tired sigh. "I hope so."

The dance went on for a little while. Ginny amused herself by watching people dance, drinking punch, and talking to her friends. She spotted Draco not to long into the dance. He was sitting with a few more Slytherins at a table. Their eyes met, and he flashed his Slytherin smirk, smiling with his eyes. Ginny smiled back. They would dance at a later time. It was understood.

Ginny hung around with the other Gryffindors for a while. Then, later in the night, she was standing at the buffet table alone, watching her friends dance and joke around. She had been thirsty, so she went to get a drink. Draco came to stand beside her.

"Come on," he said softly in her ear. He took her hand and led her across the Hall to the doors that led outside to the courtyard. As they passed, Harry and Ron looked up from the table they were at. Ron watched the two of them walk by, and snapped a pretzel in half, grinding his teeth together.

It was cold outside, colder then it had been in the afternoon. The sky was dark, but filled with glittering stars that shone on the snow. The place was illuminated by small, floating candles that glowed with a soft blue-green light. The shrubs and gardens were blanketed with snow, and the pavement was not to be seen beneath their feet, for there was the same misty fog veiling it that was inside the hall. It snaked around their feet as Draco and Ginny walked out together. They did not speak, but rather, they began to dance, their eyes locking onto one another's.

Draco was indeed a skilled dancer, and Ginny had been taught by her mother. Any one else Ginny had tried to dance with had trampled all over her feet. But Draco's movements were graceful and disciplined. No doubt this was another skill acquired from being part of such a wealthy and proper family. He held her hand in his and most of the time his other hand was around her waist, occasionally releasing her to twirl her about. Each time she did, her flowing gown whisked up the mist, and it danced elegantly around her dress. Then it started to snow.

"Kali," said Ginny suddenly as they danced.

"I'm sorry?"

"Kali. I named the Kneazle Kali."

"Oh," replied Draco with a smile. He spun her again. "Kali…" He tested the name. "Sounds good to me." Ginny smiled. She leaned her forehead against his, and their faces were so close that when they spoke, their lips brushed against each other's.

"It means 'joy'," Ginny replied.

"Oh really…" said Draco, putting on his Slytherin smirk. He held her back a little and studied her face. They had slowly stopped dancing, and now they looked deep into each other's eyes. Draco studied Ginny's soft features. How the light of the candles shone softly on her pale face and her flaming hair. Her frosted breath escaped from her lips, and rose into the cold winter air. Draco was reminded of the letter that his mother had sent, and all the things she had said about Ginny in it, and in that moment he felt it was not possible to love any more than he loved her right then. He loved her so much he literally felt a physical pain in his heart.

Draco laced his fingers through her hair and kissed her. Ginny found that these were not the fiery kisses that they had shared earlier that day, but rather they were soft, slow, and sweet. Draco gently stroked her cheek, which was cold from being outside. They were both cold, but neither of them paid attention to it.

Then they broke apart, and smiled at each other. Then they began to dance once more.

((A/n: *Gasps and chugs down a glass of water* Phew! That took forever! But I'm finally done! *Bows* Hehe. I'm in the writing mood. Time for chapter 12…bwahahaha. I think I might be almost done with the story. O.O Just a few more twisted chapters to go. Don't worry, it'll take a while yet. So what did you think? There was an awful lot of kissing in this chapter. Huh. Wonder if it's the start of a writing trend. Anyway, Please review! They encourage me to write more! (Hint hint) Lata.))