Chapter Seven-Quiddich
Summary- It has been about eight months and no one has heard from Hermione, and it seems as though no one misses her. Harry and Ron have each been married since school let out and they still bear a grudge for their old friend. Hermione is leading another life, away from the man who used her and broke her heart, and has a terrible secret. Draco Malfoy is the present heir to the Malfoy fortune and is unhappily married to Pansy Parkinson Malfoy. He still has haunting dreams of another love. Around eight months after graduation, Pansy and Draco come across something extraordinary, which links them to the last person they had in mind.
Pairing- Ron Wesley and Lavender Brown Weasley, Harry Potter and Parvati Patil Potter, and at the beginning- Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson Malfoy, but subject to change.
Spoilers-
Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone,
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Disclaimer-I do not claim to own any of the characters from the Harry Potter series. They all belong to Ms. Rowling. Don't sue, I have a disclaimer and I'm not afraid to use it!
Previously-"That was the last time we really talked to her." Harry thought sadly. "Did we make a mistake?" "Harry?" The twenty-nine year old Ron said to his friend. "Yes?" "You don't think that that Malfoy child…" Ron could barely bring himself to say the words. "I don't know Ron," Harry said gravely. "But I think we may want to pay Dumbledore a visit."
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It's hard to know
just what to do in times like these
It's hard to know just what to say
And I'm just sitting here just asking myself why
It's good to know you feel the same
And I believe
I wanna be your everything
And anything you need.
Don't cry for us tonight
Don't cry we'll be all right
If I could I'd be by your side
Don't cry for us
You know that I'd give anything to watch you sleep
I can picture you just lying there
We don't need to say the words
'cause they don't mean a thing
You know you're not alone when someone cares.
And I believe
You are still my anything
And everything I need
Built of steel, we may seem weak
and rusted
But in times like these we've always won
and trusted
in ourselves
It's hard to know just what to do in times like these
It's hard to know just what to say
(Justincase-Don't cry For Us)
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"How was your first day of teaching Hermione?" Snape asked the young woman when she sat down to dinner that night. "Oh it was fantastic Severus!" She said excitedly, reminding Severus much of the excitable youth he once taught. "Oh?" He asked, inquiring more. "Well." She started shyly, "You have a helper tonight with the first year cauldrons, and I know how those go." "Ah yes, Mr. Flint I imagine?" Hermione nodded her head. "Good job Hermione, one of most important things in teaching is to define yourself as the leader in the classroom, may I ask what he did you deserve the detention?" "Oh," She said, absently waving her hand. "He called me a mudblood." Severus looked at her, shocked at her air of indifference. "He called you such a foul name, and all you did was give him a detention?" He asked "Well, I took some points off too, sorry, but honestly, that name means nothing to me, Severus. I spent the last decade in the muggle world, where I grew up, and I was one of them there. Of course most of the people I interacted with thought me to be quite batty. I would slip up every now and then and speak in Latin, or call someone a bloody muggle, or a slimy Slytherin." Hermione grinned. "But for the most part, I have come to realize that I definitely get the best of both worlds, being a muggle born witch. I bet you have never seen a movie in your life!" His confused look confirmed her statement. "Witches and wizards do not give muggles enough credit; they have found astounding ways around needing magic, and have progressed fine! Why, we are still using quills and parchment! Its amazing what eleven years can do."
Hermione sighed happily and dug into her mashed potatoes, leaving Severus to ponder what she had just said. "Hermione, you seem to be in excellent spirits." Dumbledore said to the girl. "I am Albus, I really do love teaching. I am so glad you contacted me. How did you know where I was? Or that I was even alive?" Hermione turned serious, and faced the wise professor.
Dumbledore sighed, and said, "I was wondering when you where going to ask me this." He told the young witch. "And I don't believe this is the place to discuss it." He waved an aged hand to the crowded and noisy Great Hall. "Follow me to my office; I believe your due for a talk." Hermione nodded and followed the Professor out the Great Hall and through the corridors until they met with a very familiar gargoyle. "Cockroach Clusters." Dumbledore said. They entered the headmasters' chambers and Dumbledore took a seat behind a very handsome, antique, looking desk. He beckoned Hermione to take a seat in the chair facing him, and he began to talk.
"I knew you never died, because I have a magical device called the magipersona, and its function is to keep track of every witch and wizard in the world, and their parentage." He paused and let the information sink into Hermione. "That's how I know when a witch of wizard is born, and when the child comes to the age for school, it alerts me. I know about every witch or wizard ever born in my time." Hermione shivered involuntarily. "I always wondered how you contacted muggle-borns." Hermione said. "You knew all this information….and never told anyone I was alive? Severus informed me that it was common knowledge I was dead." She looked at the Professor, whose eyes where devoid of the familiar twinkle. "No one asked." He said simply. "Not even Harry?" Hermione asked, feeling worse and worse, "Or Ron? They never even cared? They didn't care whether I was dead or not?" Dumbledore could see Hermione was getting worked up, and tried to soothe her. "My dear, you vanished, disappeared into oblivion. What where Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley supposed to do? I know about your predicament before graduation, and I know why they never tried to find you." Tears where flowing freely down Hermione's face, but she did nothing to stop them. "Did I hurt them that much?" She asked quietly. "More then you could know, Mr. Weasley especially. Madam Pomfry had to supply him with a summers worth of dreamless sleep potion." He paused. "Betrayal is a strong, horrible force, which blinds even the wisest man. When you look at a seemingly hopeless situation involving the ones you love, you are often consumed by anguish, sorrow, and defeat, and thus betrayal is born from the tears you spill." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, watching Hermione. "I never wanted any of that to happen." She said shakily. "Harry and Ron…They where my best friends, my best friends and I gave them up for a Malfoy. They have children and I didn't even know about it until yesterday, it's disgusting. I wish I could take back the last eleven years that was stolen from us." Hermione's tears where flowing freely now, her eyes glistening bright with crystal tears. "How could I have been so stupid?" She asked Dumbledore; as she got up, ready to leave the room. Dumbledore stood also, with one last remark: "Sometimes destiny leaves us heartbroken, striving for the fighting chance to see what great things the fates have planned, and sometimes hopelessness is the only way to lead us to the inevitable….love is worth forgiving for." Hermione nodded tearfully at her former Professor, not realizing he wasn't exactly talking about Harry and Ron.
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"Oh I wish I could do that!" Juliet squealed, staring at the quiddich field full of flying Gryffindors, zigging and zagging trying to score points at their practice. She was there watching the practice with Ryan and James. "You just might be able to, Miss Malfoy." Juliet jumped at a voice behind her. "Professor Dumbledore!" James said, clearly shaken that the Professor had overheard the three talking. "What do you mean, professor?" Juliet asked boldly, the Malfoy in her shining through. "Well, as of this year, the professors and I have decided to hold a Jr. quiddich league for each house where the first and second years can partake in their own games of quiddich, seeing as that first and second years are usually not permitted on the house team." His eyes twinkled in James's direction. "You mean we can play quiddich?" Ryan asked, extremely excited. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, that is precisely what I mean. Now, for further instructions, I daresay Professor Granger will be most helpful." He smiled to himself as the three young Gryffindors quickly left the quiddich pitch on their way to the transfiguration room.
"Professor!" Hermione looked up from her desk, which she was grading papers, and looked at the four students, whose cheeks looked flushed from the cold November weather, and from running all the way to her classroom. "Well, I am certainly pleased that you enjoy my class so much, but it's a Sunday, I'm afraid you won't have me until tomorrow." She gave them a wary grin. "No Professor! We wanted to ask you about the Jr. Quiddich league Dumbledore just told us about!" Ryan said "Professor Dumbledore." Hermione said, smiling. "Yea, him." Ryan added, looking at her eagerly.
"What would you like to know?" Hermione asked. "Can we be on it?" All three students asked at once. Hermione looked slightly surprised, and then said. "You're welcome to try out, but I cannot guarantee you three a position. There are currently 13 students in the first and second year of Gryffindor, and there are only seven positions to be filled." "When are the tryouts, professor?" Juliet asked, her golden eyes focused on Hermione. "In two weeks time, dear, and I daresay you'll want to use that time to practice up. I have scheduled for the current Gryffindor team to instruct the students interested in the Jr. Quiddich league on Saturdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays until the try out. Of course you are permitted to practice on your own. Would you like me to go over the rules of the league, to make sure you are willing to comply?" The three looked at one another, 'Darn, there are rules'. "Yes Professor." James said. "Very well." Hermione started to tick each of her fingers as she rolled off the rules from memory. "First years are still not permitted to own their own brooms, but if, say a parent would be willing to lend you a broom for each individual match, it will be overlooked." She grinned. "Second, you must keep your grades up, just as in the regular house team, if your grades begin to slide, you will be removed and replaced. You must show courtesy to the other houses. You must show courtesy to your teammates. The Jr. Quiddich cup will be worth 200 house points to the winner and 50 house points every time you win a game. Finally, you must show teamwork and be dedicated to the sport. If there's one thing I have learned, is effort without talent is sad, but talent without effort is a tragedy." Hermione looked at the young students. "Do you believe you will be able to follow the rules I have outlined for you?" "Yes." They answered. "Good, now run along, I do believe you have some practicing to do."
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Two weeks later a very large crowd was gathered on the quiddich field. Today was the Gryffindor house tryouts, but students and teachers from other houses where present as well. Hermione, along with the regular Gryffindor house team and Dumbledore, where seated on the highest bleachers, with that section all to themselves as they judged the first and second years flying skills. Hermione was amazed at the skills Ryan, James, and Juliet had picked up from their fathers. Ryan was an excellent beater, James was a very good seeker, and although Draco had been a seeker as well, Juliet was better as a chaser. Finally after watching all the students show their skills, Hermione was handed the scores. She quickly totaled them and magnified her voice, announcing the new Jr. Quiddich team for Gryffindor.
"First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you for trying out, you all show great promise and I do hope you will not be discouraged just because you where cut. Also I would like to announce that the Ravenclaw tryouts will he held tomorrow." Hermione could practically feel the apprehension in the air, and she continued. "I would like that as I read your names, the new Jr. Team please take one lap around the field and meet in the locker rooms for your new training schedule from Thomas Wood, the senior captain. Now, without further ado- the Jr. League team For Gryffindor is… Captain and keeper is Sarah Sharr, second year! Beaters are Ryan Weasley and Karen Miyer, both first years! Chasers are Kristen Bell! Second year, Juliet Malfoy! First year, and Greg Staleto, second year! And the seeker is…James Potter! First year!"
Hermione quickly removed the voice charm and covered her ears as the crowd erupted into cheers. Clearly it was apparent that the Potter legacy was being continued.
Hermione smiled as she saw the trio she had grown so fond of circle the field together, and then head off to the locker rooms, where Thomas Wood was now heading.
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"We did it!" Juliet said excitedly to Ryan and James. The three friends where sitting in front of a roaring fire in the Gryffindor common room, re-capping the days events. "I know!" Ryan was excited, his pale face alight with the Weasley red-ness. "I already owled Dad, Ry." James said to his friend. "I owled my dad too." Juliet said happily. "Dad will be so proud of me! He wasn't on his team till his second year, although that was the house team, not a Jr. thing." "My dad joined the team after Uncle Fred and George left, he became a beater to replace them." Ryan said. "Think our parents will come?" James asked. "Of course, you know my dad; he's defiantly got quiddich on the brain more then anything else!" Ryan retorted, and the trio laughed. "We have a game in a week." Juliet said seriously. "Do you think we're ready? I wonder why they made them so soon?" "I don't know." James said truthfully. "But I'm sure we will be ready, we're playing Slytherin too, their tryouts where two days after ours, their going to have less time to get prepared." Ryan smiled and Juliet giggled. This was just too good to be true.
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"Draco Darling! Look! It's a letter from Juliet!" Pansy's voice was still as annoying to Draco as ever, but at the mention of his daughter, Draco softened immensely. He read the letter in his daughters' neat handwriting:
Dear Dad and Mum,
How are you? I am fine. Guess what! Professor Dumbledore decided to hold a Junior Quiddich League this year for first and second years. I made the Gryffindor team! I am not a seeker though, like you daddy, I'm going to be a chaser. James got the seeker position. James is my new friend, I have another friend too, his name is Ryan. Their in Gryffindor with me. I think we made the team with help from out new transfiguration professor. She's really nice and young. All the older kids say she's a lot like the old transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, only a little nicer and a lot prettier. She said she knew you and mum in school, I'll have to introduce her to you when you come to our quiddich match. Oh you will come wont you? It's on Saturday, at three o'clock. I'm very proud daddy. Our Professor told us that first years where still not allowed to own our own brooms, but we can have our parents send us them especially for matches. Oh pretty please send me the new stardust flyer, it could be an early Christmas present! Please? Say hello to Grandma and Grandpa for me, I can't wait to see you at out match!
Love from your daughter,
Juliet
"Oh Draco, I do wish Juliet was sorted into Slytherin like we where. She is the first Malfoy to ever not be!" Draco and Pansy had discovered their daughter was not in their old house from a previous letter, written by Juliet her first night in the old castle. Draco had never seen his father as angry as he was that night. Lucius threatened to kill just about everything and everyone in the manor, including Draco and Pansy, for not bringing up their child properly, various house elves, who where still recovering from their injuries, and finally his wife Narcissia, who he blamed Dracos softness on.
Draco again was afraid for his wife's life, along now with his mothers. He didn't give a hippogriffs ass about his own life, which, without Juliet, he probably would have ended by now. He had seen too much for a man his age, and yet he still got up every morning and went to work, adding to the Malfoy fortune. Draco knew he could stand his own against his father. Lucius, although still dangerous and evil, was an old man. Not nearly as old as Dumbledore, but old enough to be beaten by a much younger and powerful wizard.
"Oh Draco!" I can't make it to Juliet's game!" Pansy said in a sickeningly fake voice. "I am having company over! I cannot back out of my pans now!" Draco looked at her with disgust, which Pansy took as a look of understanding, and she purred, "I knew you would understand."
Draco roughly pushed away Pansy's advances and escaped to the gardens. Soon he found himself walking along the same path he and Pansy had taken eleven years ago. He came to the ancient willow tree that his father told him was planted when his great, great, great grandfather lived in Malfoy Manor.
Draco sighed and leaned against the trunk of the old tree. How often had he come here to get away from his father when he was little? He would hide in the thick branches, and once Lucius was gone he would just stay here. Draco was now sitting at the base, exactly where he had found Juliet, eleven years earlier…
***Flashback***
"Hermione wait!" Draco cried to the brown haired girl, who was running away from him in tears, as fast as her legs could carry her. "Hermione!" But Hermione was gone, almost as if she had disappeared, instead of turning a corner. "Hermione." Draco said desperately to himself. "I had to." He said out loud, "I had to hurt her to save her. I know my father. He would have her killed, and get away with it. I love her, but in my fathers eyes she is nothing but a mudblood." His heart retracted at the word. "I have to get used to it, I have to."
Draco was walking towards the Slytherin common rooms, he didn't think he would be very welcome in the head's dormitory. He was just about at the entrance, when he heard a very angry voice. "Malfoy!" Draco turned around and saw Weasley and Potter, both looking livid, but Draco was not in the mood. "Yea? What do you morons want?" He asked, trying to recall his old drawl and sneer. "You fucking bastard!!" Draco saw Weasley charging at him, and Draco isn't stupid, he knew Ron could take him, but what Ron did next surprised him. 'CRACK' Draco felt a searing pain go through his jaw…Ron had broken it. "That hurt?" Weasley asked him, "Good." Draco felt Ron spit on him, but was in too much pain to pay him any mind. Draco could feel Harry watching him, Ron was already halfway down the hall. "Please forgive Hermione." Draco said in a barely audible whisper. Draco didn't know whether or not Harry heard him, but he looked up to see Harry's green eyes flash in disgust before turning his back to the blonde boy, leaving Draco crumpled on the floor.
After about ten minutes, Draco got up enough strength to crawl to the hospital wing, which was halfway across the vast school. Madam Pomfrey never asks many questions, and because Dracos jaw was broken, he couldn't talk anyway. Soon after his jaw was repaired, Draco was in one of the starch white hospital beds, sipping on a pepper-up potion, when Professor Dumbledore walked in, with all the grace and air of his many years. He took a seat beside Draco's bed and watched him, not talking or moving. Finally Draco couldn't stand it anymore. "Yes Professor? Is there something you needed?" Nasty bruise you have there, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said good naturedly at what was left of Draco's broken jaw. "Yea, fell of my broom at practice today." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "You didn't have practice today, Mr. Malfoy." Draco looked at the wise man, and said. "You know?" Dumbledore smiled kindly behind his beard, and replied, "In life, Mr. Malfoy, there will be a great many things you will not, or can not, understand, all the events in your life happen for a reason, Miss. Granger knows that as well. I will not lie to you, she is suffering now, suffering greatly, but you mustn't give up, every decision you make, every path you choose, will lead you to your inevitable destiny, what you choose to do with that destiny is yours to decide." Dumbledore got up and bid Draco good day, while Draco laid in his bed, numbed by the words and wisdom the professor held.
***End Flashback***
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Draco groaned. He relived that day, everyday, and was constantly trying to understand what Dumbledore meant. Draco knew Dumbledore knew about him and Hermione, nothing ever got past that man, but he still felt as though Dumbledore had some other power that enabled him to read minds…or something. I mean, how could he have possibly knew about Draco's father just then? How did he knew Hermione was upset? It just didn't make sense. Draco thought about going back to Hogwarts, he was so proud of his daughter, even though Juliet wasn't his real daughter. He loved her so much, and he has never loved anyone like then, never sense….well, he certainly didn't love Pansy. He cared about her, yes, but he didn't love her. Draco hummed a song he knew. It was their song. Hermione's favorite. Draco cringed every time he thought about her, her face tearstained at broken, but he felt at peace today. He remembered when he turned their common room into a beautiful ocean scene, he had the song playing from an unknown source. Hermione cried that night, but it was true tears of joy. That was the first night he told her he loved her. "without you..one night alone…is like a year without you baby…without you…can't stop the hurt inside…when love and hate collide." Draco sang their song. He wondered if she ever thought of him, if she remembered that night, their song, the stars and the words. He wondered if she remembered him, as the man she fell in love with. Not the man who betrayed her, broke her heart. She was probably married to a nice muggle, had children, and was someone very successful and happy. A single tear slid down Draco's pale cheek. He had not cried since that day, but the feeling of hopelessness was too much to bear. He had to live with himself for eleven years, why was he becoming so emotional now? Draco hoisted himself up from the base of the great willow, and started to head back to his manor, not bothering to wipe the tear away.
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"Ready Ron?" Harry Potter asked his friend. "Yea, I'm coming." Today was Saturday, and it was nearly two o'clock. Harry and Ron where taking the night bus to Hogwarts, because they didn't feel like aparating into Hogsmead and walking to Hogwarts. BAM! The night bus appeared at Harry's door and Ron and Harry climbed in.
Half an hour later Harry and Ron found themselves at the entrance of Hogwarts. Not wanting to be late, they rushed through the building and to the quiddich pitch, where they found some favorable seats in the Gryffindor's visitor section. Ten minutes later Harry yelled when he saw James, and Ron was equally excited to see his son with a stout club in his hands. "Look at them go!" Ron said excitedly, feeling like a kid again. "I know! Look! Wow! Oh my.." Ron was about to ask what was wrong, hen he caught a sight of platinum blonde hair, reflecting the suns light. "Malfoy." Ron said. Harry nodded. "She's not a bad chaser, definitely Draco's kid." Ron and Harry looked at each other, then quickly back at the game. Soon the score was Gryffindor-40 Slytherin-10. The crowd was cheering wildly as the chasers from each team battled it out for the quaffle, but it always seemed as though the Malfoy girl ended up scoring with it. Finally after gaining another twenty points, Harry saw his son go into a deep dive. Harry jumped up with Ron at his side at the sight of his son. Soon though James pulled out of the dive looking triumphant. He had caught the snitch! "YESSSS!!" Rona and Harry pumped their fists in the air, and started to run down into the field, knocking someone clean over.
The woman was at least a head shorted then both Ron and Harry, and had cascades of beautiful golden brown hair. She yelped, "Oh! My goodness! I'm so sorry sir!" and Ron and Harry both gasped when they saw who it was.
"HERMIONE!?!?" Harry and Ron bellowed, drawing some strange looks. "I-I Ron? Harry? Oh Lord." Hermione stammered, then took off, her robes billowing behind her, towards the castle." Ron! Come on, we are not going to let her get away from us this time!" "Your right Harry." And the two boys took off after their lost friend.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh Lord, Oh no." Hermione was running fast through the corridors, to the only place she could think of at the moment…The Gryffindor tower. Hermione was nearly crying, she had come face to face with Harry and Ron! She was nearly at the portrait hole when- "Hermione! Hermione stop!!" Hermione, surprisingly, did stop, and slowly turned around. Ron and Harry where nearly to her now, both panting. "Hermione?" Ron said quietly, when they reached her. "Hi Ron, hi Harry." Hermione answered quietly, her face down, staring at the floor. "Hermione? Are you the new transfiguration teacher our sons have been telling us about?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. Harry gently reached out his hand and touched Hermione's cheek, lifting it up so they could see her. "Where have you been, Mione?" He asked, he could feel tears stinging his eyes. Hermione was already crying softly. "I have been living in the muggle world, Harry. Dumbledore just contacted me to take McGonagall's position. She swallowed. "Your children are beautiful, you guys." Hermione nearly fell from sorrow, but Ron caught her in a hug. "Mione, we're so sorry. We're so sorry for leaving you, Oh God." Harry joined the hug. "Hermione can you forgive us, God damnit, eleven years and we never even tried, Oh God Hermione, We are sorry." Hermione felt a rush of emotion flow through her. Eleven years of wondering, eleven years of crying, and eleven years of trying to forget never prepared her for the emotion she felt. "Oh God you guys, I forgive you, please forgive me for ever deceiving you, I am so sorry. Oh God, you don't know how good this feels. I've missed you!" Hermione was sobbing, and even Harry and Ron had tears in their eyes. They sank to the floor, still holding each other, not daring to let go. Finally the broke apart. "I have thought about you every day" Hermione admitted to the two men in front of her. "I am constantly replaying our seven years together in my mind, I tried to let go, but I couldn't." Hermione was shaking, and Ron and Harry hugged her tightly once more. "We couldn't let go either, Mione." Harry said quietly, "And I'm glad we didn't." Hermione continued crying. "Shh, shh Hermione." Harry said soothingly. "don't cry for us."
Down the hall, none of the three friends noticed a tall, white bearded man step out of the shadows, heading back to his office. "It's about time." The man said smiling. "It's about time."
(A/N)
Ah, I've been getting a rather bad case of writers' bloke, can you tell? Is this starting to get really crappy? I dunno. I really love mushy fluffy stuff, I really do…I bet you couldn't guess that huh? :D I have made a new goal, try to have each chap be AT LEAST 4,000 words, w/out the disclaimer, pairing, thanks, yadda yadda, just the song and chapter. I think I can do it. I hope I can do it!
Thanks to my reviewers!
Sweet Sorrow- just so you know, you definitely wont be disappointed, just remember, it's not going to be easy!
Heather-
Thanks! I did! Lol
Maddy- Hermione is going to be the last to know, well, last before Juliet
Dream- LOL! Thanks for taking the time, its appreciated. Honestly I just got to chap. 3 of the other one and just stopped, so you know more then me. I know what you mean about keeping the child, but seriously, would that be any fun? Lol. Hint: Hermione thinks her child is dead.
Sugar- *ego explodes* thank you! I'll be really excited when Draco finds out! And yes, I quite agree, Hermione and Draco forever, every other couple is just, well, dull :P
Bluefrost- Ah yes, the half awake thing…I find I write best in that state. Lol. Anyway, yes, I write when love and hate collide, that one is headed to be a lot diffeant than this one, and hella lot longer. This fic is still my fav though :D I wrote another fic and that ones completed, but it has a lot of angst in it, and is a Draco/Hermione of course. It's called 'A new kind of enemy' and was a first fic. Very happy mushy ending, if you're still hungry of course ; )
Kring- Here 'tis!
Animagus- What did I tell you about hyperventilating? It's not healthy dear. Lol. That's for the compliments; I'll try not to disappoint you!
- I want to know what happens next too!
Lori – Right here! I found it! *grins* do I get a cookie?
Casper – thanks, and here's a little more to read! I started to read your fic, its quite good!
Hilde –Soon enough? for you? hehe
Emma- hehe, your wish is my command! Of course I am definitely going to hold out on draco, he needs to attend to the, er, accident that will be happening to his wife shortly….opps, did I say that? *grins evily*
Shadows Flame- that's very true, in a way, we're all copiers, plagerizers, whatever, haha, but don't worry, as you can see, the Harry/Ron/Draco stuff is picking up, and some essence of Draco will be added soon. I already know how to get rid of Pansy…I almost feel bad for her…..
Hermione's evil twin - yea, I bet they would forgive each other, but this is kinda huge…remember Ron had a thing for Hermione, and Hermione kinda blew him off for the guy that tormented him for seven years, and I am sure if it had been at the beginning of the year, they prolly would have made up, but this was a few days before graduation, and there was no time to kiss and make up, I dunno, maybe?
Kyra- thank you so much! That really made me feel good. Ill check out your story when I'm done with the chapter for my other story.
innocent rambler – Yea, I know, I hate that. usually I only read fics that have "COMPLETED" in the summary…..lol, thanks though!
lonely_shadow - honestly? I do too. I usually don't like fics that star anyone else but the main three, but I dunno, I wanted to do something different, and I like to think this story has the best of both worlds, between the adults and their kids. Maybe? Lol
SoulessAngel- *failts* love you
lover411 – Thanks! I hope I didn't disappoint you!
Pearl- Thank you! I love you…as a reviewer :D