The Sleepwalker By Crimson Nightmare
Declaimer: Harry and Draco and the rest of their gangs aren't mine; no suing please~
Warning: m/m SLASH! Scared? Run, go! Quick!
A/N: Um, right, after about half a year, I've finally worked back to this fic. For those of you who still wants to read it - *hugs* For those of you who had never read this fic before - *bows* No matter who, welcome back to chapter 3 of The Sleepwalker!!! This may be an angst-categorized chapter, quite different from the fluff that was presented in previous two chapters. I hope you enjoy it all the same, and wish you a happy reading!
Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Secrets, You Shouldn't Be Looking!
This was Draco's diary, something that he should not, and had never imagined reading. He was here, however, reading Draco Malfoy's dark little diary, which, somehow, made Harry wince at everything dark around them. He glanced nervously again at the sleeping boy on the bed, and decided to read it anyways.
***
Dearest diary,
Me and my black issues. Ha ha. What fun. I now believe dear, old Mother is getting to the part where I don't groom well enough for normal occasions. What is it with her? Does she expect me to wear high heels like her? Oh, if that's what it takes to shut her up, I think I would do it right now. Maybe I should wear lipstick just to make sure I'm totally the Second-Edition Narcissa Malfoy. Maybe I should change sex.
Oh shut up, Mother! You think I live like this for fun? No, you and that old man whom I call Father made me into what I am today; so don't try to attack me with it when it is your handy work. Now all I can do is fade myself into darkness, and you are the ones who wanted me in black in the first place.
I triumph over tomorrow, when it is finally the day to get out of this dreaded house once more. Funny, I don't think I'll ever really get out of this place. I go to Hogwarts and rest for a year, and I come back. I grow up and I work outside, and I come back and inherit this damned land. Why do I have to stay here? Why? Mother, dear Mother, now you're shouting about what? Potty and his mudblood girlfriend? What does that have anything to do with me? I'm going back to school tomorrow, would you like me to bring you his head, Mother?
I can't believe I'm doing this; now that I've just turned seventeen, I'm still hiding in the closet. Mother's still shouting outside, dear old Father still works out late, and I am still writing in a diary. She shouts, Father goes, I hide, I write. She shrieks, Father leaves, I crouch, I scribble. Kind of a nice cycle there, don't you think so, Mother? Oh, please, stop the act about the house elf already! I'll kill it tomorrow I promise!
Okay, diary, that's it. I'm going to sleep right here, right now. I can't take this anymore.............
***
Harry closed the diary and his eyes drifted toward the famous wardrobe that Malfoy went on about in the diary. He appraised it with an admiring look, and considered the one thing in common, both of their relationships with wardrobes, or, in his case, cupboards. Alright, maybe he sympathized the guy a little, but that does not make it acceptable that Malfoy picked on him and his friends at school and called Hermione a mudblood. Harry frowned a little at the room around him. He couldn't even imagine living in a place like this all his life to begin with. The darkness of the room is close to being blind, and he was only able to read the diary under a small table lamp that shone dimly beside Malfoy's bed.
Now, considering the fact that he is in Malfoy's house, in Malfoy's own room, beside the sleeping Malfoy, almost kissed the guy, and reading Malfoy's diary, he really thought something should be done. The fact that the black clock on the wall says four thirty-two a.m. did not help either. He was sleepy and this really was a depressing room. Surely it wouldn't hurt just to close his eyes a little while, until around six, when he really should get up and try to get out of here. He wasn't stupid - he knew how famous the Malfoy Manor Property Wards was. With that last thought he could not deny the temptation of that soft, black-sheeted, king-sized bed any longer, and so fell into it and joint Malfoy in a long, dreamless sleep.
***
Draco wheezed out a breath all of the sudden as the first little sound of breakfast being made was heard. There was no daylight that would wake him up, and he never expected any. He was used to waking up at five o'clock, and lay in bed in silence, pondering about that ungraspable word called 'fate'. This morning was like all other mornings. He blinked open a sleepy eye, and begun breathing deeply, feeling like he wasn't breathing for the longest time. As he breathed in and out, he noticed something wrong with the situation.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Breath in.
Breath out. In.
Breath in. Out.
He became shockingly awake all of the sudden - there was a second set of breathing sounds. He turned his head around, alarmed, and saw Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, snoozing away on his bed, very close to him. Hot breath blew softly on him, and he froze in the position, totally lost at what to do when being with someone on a bed - being SO close to someone on the same bed!
His silver eyes widened at the sight. He was Draco Malfoy. He was Lucius Malfoy's son. He was son of one of the leading Death Eaters. He was in bed with The-Boy-Who-Lived. Realization can be a bash in the head, but in Draco's case, this was a train hitting him in the stomach. His mind was processing through many things: Should he jump up and cut off Potter's head and offer it to Mother (Yes, he really meant it in the diary!)? Should he run downstairs shouting intruder? Should he keep the other boy in his room and feed him cookies and milk like what one would do when keeping a lost kitten? Oh, what was he to do??? Maybe he should just shag with the guy and prove to Mother that he could rebel! He frowned at himself for having such a thought and got up and woke the sleeping boy rudely.
"Hey! Get up." He shook the boy's shoulders as he knelt on the bed.
"Who..........What?! Wh..........I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH YOU!!"
There was a silence.
Finally, Draco recovered first and said, "I see that, Potter." Then he scratched his head in a very un-Malfoy way, causing Harry to goggle at the boy.
A door knock gave both boys a heart attack. They started panicking.
"Get, get under there!!" Draco squeaked as low as he could. "And don't you move!!"
"He'll see me!"
"No, whoever that comes in won't!"
"Look at this!"
"No~~ Fine!! Get in the wardrobe!"
Draco threw the stubborn boy into the large closet and shut the doors with a bang. He rushed to the bedroom door and, before touching the handle, combed his hear with his fingers, and then opened the door.
"Draco." His mother stood at the door. Draco frowned and turned away.
***
"Draco, look at me." His mother said.
Draco turned and paled with urge to rebel. "What do you want?"
"You're father brought home a good news." His mother's face was beautiful, yet chillingly grave at this moment.
"Good news, huh?" Draco glanced at his mother's hard-gripped hands. "Well, you certainly look happy about it."
"Don't," Narcissa lowered her face, yet still looked at Draco with a chilling gaze. "start with me."
Draco sneered, "What's gotten to you, Mother? I thought you should be the loudest in this house. Why aren't you screaming?"
His mother's face darkened as if a shadow was suddenly produced out of nowhere. Her golden blonde hair shone fanciful light, and behind her, a shadow appeared.
"Draco."
"Father." Draco frowned even more, and started backing up a bit. "What is this?"
"The Dark Mark initiation is ready." was the answer he got.
***
Harry crouched in the dark space in the wardrobe. He had been in there for - how long? He heard some voices speaking lowly, but could not even make out if it was a woman's voice or a man. He stayed there, hardly breathing properly, nervous that Malfoy might reveal his presence. After a while, however, he began discovering some nice sort of fabric that felt smooth and comfortable against his cheek. He relaxed a little, feeling Draco's clothes with his hands and cheeks.
A light shot in from a gap that was suddenly opened the wardrobe door. A pale hand shot in and grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him out of the small space that he was just getting comfortable with. A pair of silver eyes looked at him with amusement. "What were you doing to my robes?"
Harry paled, "I, I was getting it out of my way."
"With your head? I thought your hands are still functioning."
"Oh, shut up, Malfoy!"
Chuckles. Draco went and locked the bedroom door.
"Whom were you talking to?" Harry asked cautiously.
Draco stopped what he was doing for a moment, and then went back to his normal poise again. "Nothing, just an old, ugly hag that needed my company." He turned around, and Harry saw that the boy's face was betraying the light, careless tone he was using.
Harry waited and then said, "What's.............wrong?" He cocked his head, feeling strange at the civilized conversation he was having with Draco Malfoy, the arrogant prick at school that tried numerous times to get him into trouble.
"What's wrong? What's WRONG???" Draco started laughing like a madman. "Nothing's wrong! Potter, NOTHING IN THIS HOUSE IS EVER WRONG!!!" He said all this with a mad smile. He suddenly started dancing around the black, depressing room girlishly, making insane moves that made Harry wince.
"Malfoy, stop it!" Harry stood there, bewildered by the crazy reaction, "Mal - Draco! Stop it!"
The dancing boy suddenly stopped and turned to look at Harry with a mad gaze, "Run! Potter! Run, now, and maybe I won't have to kill you tonight."
Harry darkened his gaze at the information, "What are you talking about?"
"Call me Draco again and I'll tell you."
"Why?"
"Because I want you to."
Harry sighed, this wasn't the time to argue. He really needed to get out of there. " --- Draco."
There was a pause, and Draco sat down on the large bad with a grace that made Harry wonder how he could change to so many different personalities in such a short time - cold and collected to dancing and insane, crazy and smiling to a sudden mad gaze, and shouting crazily to a sudden graceful move such as this.
"I'm about to get initiated, Potter." He said quietly.
Harry, seeing it coming, sighed and buried his head in his hands. Why does this have to happen now? "When exactly?"
"In ---" Draco looked at the magical clock on the wall, "Three hours."
Harry looked up again and gazed at the other boy with graveness, "Why are you telling me this? You should be handing me to your father right now."
"Are you asking me to, Potter?"
"No, I was testing if you've lost it or not." Harry went over and sat down beside the blonde. "What are you going to do now?"
"You know, I really don't have to help you." Draco was studying the black wall as if it was surprisingly interesting.
Harry ran a hand over his messy hair and sighed, "I know."
"Help me. Potter, and I'll help you."
"Tell me what to do."
To Be Continued...........................
A/N - Hello, everyone who read this and survived, congratulations!!! I know, I know, it's been - (looks at calendar) almost six months since I've last updated this story~ *gets ready to run away* But, but, you know, you know,...........I don't know............So, well, let's just say that mathematics is killing me, and it's hard working on many things at the same time~~~ *winces in headache* Well, I'll start trying to catch up on this fic by updating every - say, two weeks? Is that okay with you guys (the very few of you who still would like to read this)? Just so you know, I'm very sorry that I have been ignoring this fic for such a long time, simply because I had no time to type it up.
Um, I guess that would be it for now.
Replies for reviews:
HereLiesTheOldMyth: Hello, I love Harry/Draco, too! *squeaks* Well, you're certainly the first person to ever ask me to shorten my writings! I've always thought that I wrote too little! This chapter is certainly not shorter, but actually four pages longer than chapter 2, but, I hope you like it too!
Remy: Hehehe~ I guess you won't come back and throw things at me anymore, since it's been half a year after my last update, which was only chapter 2. I do hope you would come back, though, because it's been a real blast having you in the review board. If you come back, we can poke nastily at each other some more..........
GlacierFlame: I've finally gotten around to work on it! Though I wouldn't count on any of you to come back and read this, I would still be really happy if you did. I'm glad that you feel this is a nice story. I hope you like chapter 3, too. This is a bit more sad that I intended it to be, since this fic is light-mooded and, hopefully, a little bit humorous, but I posted it anyways. Did you like it?
Plastic Teen: I like your penname! I know, I've been lazy and worked short chapters for chapter 1 - 2, but this is certainly, well, a bit, longer than the former, right? So, happy? And don't worry about shorter chapters, I promise you, this will get longer and longer as time goes by and all my tests and exams are over........
Savidana: Oh! I love it when people analyze the fic or the characters and give them a cool-descriptive word!! Yai~~~~ *dances around the review* Gothic Draco? I like that! Even though it might not have been what I was aiming for, but come to think of it, I wasn't aiming for any specific characteristics when I started this fic. This was merely a post-for-fun in the beginning. There, I told you a secret, now, give me another word!
Val Mora: *sweats* For a second there I thought Severus Snape had came and reviewed for my fic! *giggles* That first sentence of yours sounded so much like Snape! Don't worry, that's not a bad thing. In fact, I quite like it.........Oh, yeah, I'm so happy someone made a comment about the tattoo thing~ I know, it's creepy, but I'm a weirdo, therefore, I write weird stuff.........
Sparky: That's your penname, am I right? I'll be e-mailing you right after I've posted this up. I'm quite happy that, even in October, there's still someone reviewing for this fic!! What a miracle, *shakes head*. Anyways, here's the update, and I hope you liked chapter 3, too!
[Anonymous]: I don't know what to call you, but I wanted you to know that it was your review that knocked me in the head, saying, "It's been five months, why haven't you updated??" Thanks, I owe you for reminding me after almost half a year. After a month, when I finally got time to relax a little, I immediately set to work on chapter 3. Thanks to you.
Ice Puppet: Yep! I've continued! Are you happy? Or, *sweats* running away in fright of my amazingly boring writing? Um, well, at least that's what I think it is..........*pouts* I don't know, I'm lacking the humorous inspiration for this fic, yet I still want it to be cute and funny! Review more, and maybe I'll get an inspiration out of pressure..........
Tugs: (That's such a cute name.........) Oh! This is the first time you've reviewed? I feel honored! Wow! If you're still interested in reading this, drop me an e-mail and I'll update you on any updates! Anyways, do you like the updated chapter? I hope you do and will review more. I want a lot of "Tugs" on my review board. It's so, so cute!!!
Review! Shout in my review board and scream at me for not updating for so long. It works, I've observed. I tend to work harder when pushed. Well, in a good way anyways. So, review, please, because I really need both the support and the pressure to stay working on something.
That's all, folks, see you next time!! *smiles mysteriously*
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Declaimer: Harry and Draco and the rest of their gangs aren't mine; no suing please~
Warning: m/m SLASH! Scared? Run, go! Quick!
A/N: Um, right, after about half a year, I've finally worked back to this fic. For those of you who still wants to read it - *hugs* For those of you who had never read this fic before - *bows* No matter who, welcome back to chapter 3 of The Sleepwalker!!! This may be an angst-categorized chapter, quite different from the fluff that was presented in previous two chapters. I hope you enjoy it all the same, and wish you a happy reading!
Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Secrets, You Shouldn't Be Looking!
This was Draco's diary, something that he should not, and had never imagined reading. He was here, however, reading Draco Malfoy's dark little diary, which, somehow, made Harry wince at everything dark around them. He glanced nervously again at the sleeping boy on the bed, and decided to read it anyways.
***
Dearest diary,
Me and my black issues. Ha ha. What fun. I now believe dear, old Mother is getting to the part where I don't groom well enough for normal occasions. What is it with her? Does she expect me to wear high heels like her? Oh, if that's what it takes to shut her up, I think I would do it right now. Maybe I should wear lipstick just to make sure I'm totally the Second-Edition Narcissa Malfoy. Maybe I should change sex.
Oh shut up, Mother! You think I live like this for fun? No, you and that old man whom I call Father made me into what I am today; so don't try to attack me with it when it is your handy work. Now all I can do is fade myself into darkness, and you are the ones who wanted me in black in the first place.
I triumph over tomorrow, when it is finally the day to get out of this dreaded house once more. Funny, I don't think I'll ever really get out of this place. I go to Hogwarts and rest for a year, and I come back. I grow up and I work outside, and I come back and inherit this damned land. Why do I have to stay here? Why? Mother, dear Mother, now you're shouting about what? Potty and his mudblood girlfriend? What does that have anything to do with me? I'm going back to school tomorrow, would you like me to bring you his head, Mother?
I can't believe I'm doing this; now that I've just turned seventeen, I'm still hiding in the closet. Mother's still shouting outside, dear old Father still works out late, and I am still writing in a diary. She shouts, Father goes, I hide, I write. She shrieks, Father leaves, I crouch, I scribble. Kind of a nice cycle there, don't you think so, Mother? Oh, please, stop the act about the house elf already! I'll kill it tomorrow I promise!
Okay, diary, that's it. I'm going to sleep right here, right now. I can't take this anymore.............
***
Harry closed the diary and his eyes drifted toward the famous wardrobe that Malfoy went on about in the diary. He appraised it with an admiring look, and considered the one thing in common, both of their relationships with wardrobes, or, in his case, cupboards. Alright, maybe he sympathized the guy a little, but that does not make it acceptable that Malfoy picked on him and his friends at school and called Hermione a mudblood. Harry frowned a little at the room around him. He couldn't even imagine living in a place like this all his life to begin with. The darkness of the room is close to being blind, and he was only able to read the diary under a small table lamp that shone dimly beside Malfoy's bed.
Now, considering the fact that he is in Malfoy's house, in Malfoy's own room, beside the sleeping Malfoy, almost kissed the guy, and reading Malfoy's diary, he really thought something should be done. The fact that the black clock on the wall says four thirty-two a.m. did not help either. He was sleepy and this really was a depressing room. Surely it wouldn't hurt just to close his eyes a little while, until around six, when he really should get up and try to get out of here. He wasn't stupid - he knew how famous the Malfoy Manor Property Wards was. With that last thought he could not deny the temptation of that soft, black-sheeted, king-sized bed any longer, and so fell into it and joint Malfoy in a long, dreamless sleep.
***
Draco wheezed out a breath all of the sudden as the first little sound of breakfast being made was heard. There was no daylight that would wake him up, and he never expected any. He was used to waking up at five o'clock, and lay in bed in silence, pondering about that ungraspable word called 'fate'. This morning was like all other mornings. He blinked open a sleepy eye, and begun breathing deeply, feeling like he wasn't breathing for the longest time. As he breathed in and out, he noticed something wrong with the situation.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Breath in.
Breath out. In.
Breath in. Out.
He became shockingly awake all of the sudden - there was a second set of breathing sounds. He turned his head around, alarmed, and saw Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, snoozing away on his bed, very close to him. Hot breath blew softly on him, and he froze in the position, totally lost at what to do when being with someone on a bed - being SO close to someone on the same bed!
His silver eyes widened at the sight. He was Draco Malfoy. He was Lucius Malfoy's son. He was son of one of the leading Death Eaters. He was in bed with The-Boy-Who-Lived. Realization can be a bash in the head, but in Draco's case, this was a train hitting him in the stomach. His mind was processing through many things: Should he jump up and cut off Potter's head and offer it to Mother (Yes, he really meant it in the diary!)? Should he run downstairs shouting intruder? Should he keep the other boy in his room and feed him cookies and milk like what one would do when keeping a lost kitten? Oh, what was he to do??? Maybe he should just shag with the guy and prove to Mother that he could rebel! He frowned at himself for having such a thought and got up and woke the sleeping boy rudely.
"Hey! Get up." He shook the boy's shoulders as he knelt on the bed.
"Who..........What?! Wh..........I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH YOU!!"
There was a silence.
Finally, Draco recovered first and said, "I see that, Potter." Then he scratched his head in a very un-Malfoy way, causing Harry to goggle at the boy.
A door knock gave both boys a heart attack. They started panicking.
"Get, get under there!!" Draco squeaked as low as he could. "And don't you move!!"
"He'll see me!"
"No, whoever that comes in won't!"
"Look at this!"
"No~~ Fine!! Get in the wardrobe!"
Draco threw the stubborn boy into the large closet and shut the doors with a bang. He rushed to the bedroom door and, before touching the handle, combed his hear with his fingers, and then opened the door.
"Draco." His mother stood at the door. Draco frowned and turned away.
***
"Draco, look at me." His mother said.
Draco turned and paled with urge to rebel. "What do you want?"
"You're father brought home a good news." His mother's face was beautiful, yet chillingly grave at this moment.
"Good news, huh?" Draco glanced at his mother's hard-gripped hands. "Well, you certainly look happy about it."
"Don't," Narcissa lowered her face, yet still looked at Draco with a chilling gaze. "start with me."
Draco sneered, "What's gotten to you, Mother? I thought you should be the loudest in this house. Why aren't you screaming?"
His mother's face darkened as if a shadow was suddenly produced out of nowhere. Her golden blonde hair shone fanciful light, and behind her, a shadow appeared.
"Draco."
"Father." Draco frowned even more, and started backing up a bit. "What is this?"
"The Dark Mark initiation is ready." was the answer he got.
***
Harry crouched in the dark space in the wardrobe. He had been in there for - how long? He heard some voices speaking lowly, but could not even make out if it was a woman's voice or a man. He stayed there, hardly breathing properly, nervous that Malfoy might reveal his presence. After a while, however, he began discovering some nice sort of fabric that felt smooth and comfortable against his cheek. He relaxed a little, feeling Draco's clothes with his hands and cheeks.
A light shot in from a gap that was suddenly opened the wardrobe door. A pale hand shot in and grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him out of the small space that he was just getting comfortable with. A pair of silver eyes looked at him with amusement. "What were you doing to my robes?"
Harry paled, "I, I was getting it out of my way."
"With your head? I thought your hands are still functioning."
"Oh, shut up, Malfoy!"
Chuckles. Draco went and locked the bedroom door.
"Whom were you talking to?" Harry asked cautiously.
Draco stopped what he was doing for a moment, and then went back to his normal poise again. "Nothing, just an old, ugly hag that needed my company." He turned around, and Harry saw that the boy's face was betraying the light, careless tone he was using.
Harry waited and then said, "What's.............wrong?" He cocked his head, feeling strange at the civilized conversation he was having with Draco Malfoy, the arrogant prick at school that tried numerous times to get him into trouble.
"What's wrong? What's WRONG???" Draco started laughing like a madman. "Nothing's wrong! Potter, NOTHING IN THIS HOUSE IS EVER WRONG!!!" He said all this with a mad smile. He suddenly started dancing around the black, depressing room girlishly, making insane moves that made Harry wince.
"Malfoy, stop it!" Harry stood there, bewildered by the crazy reaction, "Mal - Draco! Stop it!"
The dancing boy suddenly stopped and turned to look at Harry with a mad gaze, "Run! Potter! Run, now, and maybe I won't have to kill you tonight."
Harry darkened his gaze at the information, "What are you talking about?"
"Call me Draco again and I'll tell you."
"Why?"
"Because I want you to."
Harry sighed, this wasn't the time to argue. He really needed to get out of there. " --- Draco."
There was a pause, and Draco sat down on the large bad with a grace that made Harry wonder how he could change to so many different personalities in such a short time - cold and collected to dancing and insane, crazy and smiling to a sudden mad gaze, and shouting crazily to a sudden graceful move such as this.
"I'm about to get initiated, Potter." He said quietly.
Harry, seeing it coming, sighed and buried his head in his hands. Why does this have to happen now? "When exactly?"
"In ---" Draco looked at the magical clock on the wall, "Three hours."
Harry looked up again and gazed at the other boy with graveness, "Why are you telling me this? You should be handing me to your father right now."
"Are you asking me to, Potter?"
"No, I was testing if you've lost it or not." Harry went over and sat down beside the blonde. "What are you going to do now?"
"You know, I really don't have to help you." Draco was studying the black wall as if it was surprisingly interesting.
Harry ran a hand over his messy hair and sighed, "I know."
"Help me. Potter, and I'll help you."
"Tell me what to do."
To Be Continued...........................
A/N - Hello, everyone who read this and survived, congratulations!!! I know, I know, it's been - (looks at calendar) almost six months since I've last updated this story~ *gets ready to run away* But, but, you know, you know,...........I don't know............So, well, let's just say that mathematics is killing me, and it's hard working on many things at the same time~~~ *winces in headache* Well, I'll start trying to catch up on this fic by updating every - say, two weeks? Is that okay with you guys (the very few of you who still would like to read this)? Just so you know, I'm very sorry that I have been ignoring this fic for such a long time, simply because I had no time to type it up.
Um, I guess that would be it for now.
Replies for reviews:
HereLiesTheOldMyth: Hello, I love Harry/Draco, too! *squeaks* Well, you're certainly the first person to ever ask me to shorten my writings! I've always thought that I wrote too little! This chapter is certainly not shorter, but actually four pages longer than chapter 2, but, I hope you like it too!
Remy: Hehehe~ I guess you won't come back and throw things at me anymore, since it's been half a year after my last update, which was only chapter 2. I do hope you would come back, though, because it's been a real blast having you in the review board. If you come back, we can poke nastily at each other some more..........
GlacierFlame: I've finally gotten around to work on it! Though I wouldn't count on any of you to come back and read this, I would still be really happy if you did. I'm glad that you feel this is a nice story. I hope you like chapter 3, too. This is a bit more sad that I intended it to be, since this fic is light-mooded and, hopefully, a little bit humorous, but I posted it anyways. Did you like it?
Plastic Teen: I like your penname! I know, I've been lazy and worked short chapters for chapter 1 - 2, but this is certainly, well, a bit, longer than the former, right? So, happy? And don't worry about shorter chapters, I promise you, this will get longer and longer as time goes by and all my tests and exams are over........
Savidana: Oh! I love it when people analyze the fic or the characters and give them a cool-descriptive word!! Yai~~~~ *dances around the review* Gothic Draco? I like that! Even though it might not have been what I was aiming for, but come to think of it, I wasn't aiming for any specific characteristics when I started this fic. This was merely a post-for-fun in the beginning. There, I told you a secret, now, give me another word!
Val Mora: *sweats* For a second there I thought Severus Snape had came and reviewed for my fic! *giggles* That first sentence of yours sounded so much like Snape! Don't worry, that's not a bad thing. In fact, I quite like it.........Oh, yeah, I'm so happy someone made a comment about the tattoo thing~ I know, it's creepy, but I'm a weirdo, therefore, I write weird stuff.........
Sparky: That's your penname, am I right? I'll be e-mailing you right after I've posted this up. I'm quite happy that, even in October, there's still someone reviewing for this fic!! What a miracle, *shakes head*. Anyways, here's the update, and I hope you liked chapter 3, too!
[Anonymous]: I don't know what to call you, but I wanted you to know that it was your review that knocked me in the head, saying, "It's been five months, why haven't you updated??" Thanks, I owe you for reminding me after almost half a year. After a month, when I finally got time to relax a little, I immediately set to work on chapter 3. Thanks to you.
Ice Puppet: Yep! I've continued! Are you happy? Or, *sweats* running away in fright of my amazingly boring writing? Um, well, at least that's what I think it is..........*pouts* I don't know, I'm lacking the humorous inspiration for this fic, yet I still want it to be cute and funny! Review more, and maybe I'll get an inspiration out of pressure..........
Tugs: (That's such a cute name.........) Oh! This is the first time you've reviewed? I feel honored! Wow! If you're still interested in reading this, drop me an e-mail and I'll update you on any updates! Anyways, do you like the updated chapter? I hope you do and will review more. I want a lot of "Tugs" on my review board. It's so, so cute!!!
Review! Shout in my review board and scream at me for not updating for so long. It works, I've observed. I tend to work harder when pushed. Well, in a good way anyways. So, review, please, because I really need both the support and the pressure to stay working on something.
That's all, folks, see you next time!! *smiles mysteriously*
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