Title: Muggle Music
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N: Well, it's here: the last chapter. Finally eh? Oh well. And for all of you who were confused at the last chapter: I made it crazy at the end because I thought there is enough senseless death and destruction going on in the world as it is, and my stories do not need to add to it. That is why the beginning is all serious and then it hits a point and gets all odd. That was when the war stared, but this is not the place or the time to discuss it. So yes, I will stop explaining myself and let you read this last, dull and bitter chapter.
Disclaimer: Nothing! I own nothing!
Muggle Music
Chapter 9
Aww! Smoochies!
~*~
It took a total of three days to get the mess from the final singing competition sorted out. The rubble had to be combed through for there were petrified and stiff bodies of the Death Eaters all over the place. Who, by the way, were all taken into custody and are pending trials which will send their stinking asses into Azkaban. Or St. Mungos, which ever suits the individual best. The Ministry, of course, is set to please.
The Hall had received quite a bit of damage, but Mr. McGuggit said the entire fiasco's cost was on him. He claimed it was the most fun he had had in a long time. This will not be analyzed further however.
Surprisingly there were very few fatalities. In fact, the only deaths that did happen were to the Little People who fought valiantly to distract the not too bright army. A small ceremony was held by the twins along with the surviving members of this now tiny clan. They were later auctioned off by the twins to the highest bidder to compensate losses due to the contest as a whole.
Yet the idea that no one was killed still baffles many in the Wizarding World. Some say it was the power of music that saved those poor souls. Others are currently attempting to commit these people and remove them from society. Needless to say, this rumor and others that were similar died quickly at the idea of a padded room.
In the school itself there were also unique happenings. As soon as the students returned to their Common Rooms they all stopped and stared at the televisions. It seemed as though the Muggle device was once again calling to them. And it seemed to almost win. Almost, until some wise soul screamed: "Let's get it!" There were revolutionary cheers from all present and all televisions in the school were systematically gang beat. The televisions would sadly never project charged particles to make pictures ever again.
The radios had been spared however, so had the CD players. The professors did not mind this in the slightest, for the students traveled more often with these devices than they ever had with the televisions.
All the professors themselves appeared to be perfectly fine after the battle. All except Professor Flitwick who seemed to have a permanent twitch of the left eye after a run in with a nasty hex that he could not block in time. No one seems to hold it against him. In fact, the professors drank to this new twitch at their little party after the Hall was removed from school grounds. They all got a little too drunk and lost the relative sense of reality as they began to paint portraits of Death Eaters in bunny suits on the Staff Room walls. But we will forgive them this one slipup of maturity just this once.
~*~
The Great Hall – January 4th
"I would like to make a few announcements," Dumbledore's voice rang across the Great Hall as Harry weakly pushed at his peas. He wasn't sure why, but he felt exceedingly depressed as of late. It seemed everyone was with someone except him. He shook his head mentally. 'It's not like I need anyone,' he thought bitterly, spearing his steak and glaring vehemently down at it. He glumly looked up at his old mentor.
"Firstly, I would like to thank all of you for your show of extreme courage and loyalty to this school and it's occupants four days ago." There was clapping all through the hall. There was a bit of cheering as well from Hagird who seemed to have gotten at the whiskey a bit early today. "Without you I think that the results would have differed."
More clapping.
"I would also like to say that classes will be delayed an extra week after this ordeal." The cheering now was so loud that the Headmaster's last words were drowned out in the din. He patiently waited until the majority of the students had calmed down. Harry felt his spirits rise slightly. 'No potions first thing tomorrow,' he thought with a grin. "So tomorrow you will have no need to get up. Well not until you want to that is." The old man grinned, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
The occupants of the hall once again burst out into a large ruckus.
"Can you believe this?" Hermione, who was seated across from Harry alongside Ron, said miserably. "We are going to be so behind when this is all over."
"Only you, Hermione," Ron said darkly, a grin still pulling at his lips. "Could turn something so spectacular into something so depressing."
The bushy haired girl sent her boyfriend a dark look that caused Harry to laugh aloud. His dark mood seemed to be speeding away. Perhaps life wasn't as terrible as he had thought. He still had friends after all.
"I think you might find, however," Dumbledore's voice rang once more, causing all in the hall to stop their conversations and turn once more to the head table. Many had worried looks on their faces. "My next bit of news of a bit of importance. Or at least, a few of you will."
There were confused looks among the students. Harry looked around as well. He spotted Professor Snape who looked as pissed as ever, glaring about at the students. He also saw Professor Booi, who seemed to be seated as far away from the aforementioned professor as she possibly could, begin to smirk slightly as she looked about. Harry frowned and returned his eyes to the Headmaster.
"It regards the results of the contest." All the confused looks dropped away to be replaced with anticipation and indifference to those who didn't make it. "Since the last performance had been interrupted and the judges held against their will, by all means the final performances should not even be considered for scale."
There was an outcry from select students. Select students who had performed on this final day of judgment. The Dream Team was among them. Harry began to think that perhaps he had jumped to a happy feeling too soon.
"The professors and I have also decided not to hold another final contest," he continued, ignoring the reaction to his words. "For it would only be asking for more trouble." There were more cries of disbelief.
"So it is for that reason," the Headmaster said seriously, the twinkle leaving his eyes. "That we have all unanimously agreed that all five groups should receive the same treatment." There was no outcry to this. Rather, everyone simply stared in anticipation. "All five groups will receive the rewards that were promised to the winner, courtesy of the teaching staff and McGuggit restaurants."
There was a loud cheer across the hall from the twins, Lee Jordan and Tim Jefferson. The Dream Team soon followed suit, along with the rest of the school. Harry looked around to see Ginny and Colin hugging as they jumped up and down happily. Even Malfoy looked a touch more than smug. He almost seemed happy. Harry shook his head, convinced that he was seeing things.
"That is all I have to say," the headmaster said, not even bothering to wait for the students to calm down. "Enjoy the feast."
As all of Harry's favorite foods bloomed onto the table, he began to smile. Perhaps he had been mistaken in thinking that life sucked. It really didn't. In fact life was wonderful.
~*~
After supper, Snape stormed down to his office. All those insufferably happy children, had they no idea the danger they were laughing at? Voldemort had been defeated, but by no means was the war over. He would be back and be even angrier and more ambitious than this time. It's how he was.
Inwardly, Snape pitied the Death Eaters who had evacuated with the Dark Lord. They would be punished, severely, for this humiliation. Lucius and the others who had been captured had it easy. The Ministry did not use the Unforgivable Curses as punishment or ways of persuasion.
'I wonder how long Lucius will be in there,' he wondered idly, dropping himself into his desk and putting his head in his hands. He had come down here with the intentions of getting some of his marking done, but now that he was here it was the last thing he wanted to do. 'It will definitely be good for his son,' he thought dryly. 'No more father to direct his path. Well, for the moment at least.'
There was a knock at the door and he looked up, mentally swearing at the fact that he didn't close it behind him.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. He hadn't spoken to her since the entire ordeal had ended.
"No need to be so cold, Severus," she said softly, walking into the room, her crimson robes swishing on the way in. She stood before his desk, seeming suddenly awkward. Snape frowned. Silence ensued.
"What do you want Booi?" he asked finally, not thinking he could take the silence any longer. "I have a lot of work to do."
"I'm sure you do," she sneered, glaring down at his pile of untouched markings. "And I'm sure your students will greatly appreciate the failing grade you will so graciously give them.
He glared up at her. "My students know that every mark they receive is what they deserve."
"I'm sure they do," she replied, beginning to analyze her nails. She still seemed awkward. They fell back into silence.
"Um," Booi said after a moment's more silence. "I just wanted to say," she paused and Snape looked up at her. She was avoiding his eyes. 'Well that's a first,' he thought darkly. "To say thank you," she finally managed.
"For what?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
She let out a short laugh.
"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" she asked, seeming to suppress a grin.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about," he replied, looking back down at his work as though he intended on actually working on it.
"For saving my life," she snapped. He looked up at her to see her staring angrily down at him. "For saving my life," she said a bit softer. "Twice."
"You saved mine as well," he replied easily, yet it felt odd coming from his lips. Never had he admit such a thing to anyone, even if they had saved his life. The name Potter came to mind, but he shunned it like he always did. "So there is no need to thank me. We're even."
"Well I suppose," she said slowly, diverting her eyes to look about his office. Her hawk-sharp eyes scanned everything, yet there was no disgust in them as there had been in his residence. Something was wrong.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked, before he could stop himself. He didn't really care. He didn't care about her. So what if there was something wrong?
Booi looked at him once more, her blue eyes connecting with his. She seemed indecisive as to what to say. After a minute she spoke: "I figure you should be the first to know. I'm debating stepping down as DADA professor," she said finally.
Snape rose his eyebrows once more.
"That would mean that you get the position," she continued, ignoring his gesture. "I know you've wanted it for a long time."
"Why?" he asked her, not looking away. She looked so torn.
"Because you're the most qualified," she said as if it was a well known fact.
"Not that," he frowned. It had come out harsher than he had intended. "Why are you leaving?"
"Because my cover is blown," she said with a frown. "I won't be any help to this school anymore now that the element of surprise is gone."
"You're wrong," he said before he could stop himself. She looked at him with a mixture of shock and curiosity, waiting for him to elaborate. "Your presence being known is probably better for the school than it being kept a secret. Voldemort won't attack if he knows you're here. Too much risk involved for a direct attack, or an indirrect one."
She stared at him. "But he won't attack again this year anyway," she said slowly. "And this will be your chance to prove to Dumbledore that you can handle the position."
Now it was his turn to stare at her. "It wouldn't matter," he sneered slightly. "If I took your place now, the students would not listen to me anyway. There would be far too much resentment for that, seeing as you have them all wrapped around your pretty little fingers."
'Did I just call her fingers "pretty"?' he asked himself, resisting the urge to dunk his head in one of Longbottom's potions.
"Well this is a first," she said after a moment. "Professor Snape, the almighty Potions Master, admitting he can't handle the students of the school? I hope this doesn't become a trend Severus, it's not good for your bad guy image." She smirked down on him suddenly.
"So I take it you're going to stay then?" he asked, already knowing the answer. How he did know, he didn't want to analyze. "Seeing as you're smirking down on me like there is no tomorrow."
"I guess so," she replied, her smirk broadening. "Someone's got to keep you company around here."
"What are you proposing?" Snape asked her, narrowing his eyes at her smirk.
"A mutual friendship," she said simply. "No more bickering in front of the students. Well unless you deserve it."
"I think you're the one who will deserve it more than I," he sneered slightly, a smirk of his own forming on his face. "Seeing as your hair color is blond."
"Well at least mine's clean," Booi snapped. They glared at each other for a moment, then she stuck out her hand. "Friends?"
"I suppose," he said slowly, shaking her offered hand. "Then I suppose you won't be wanting this then?" he asked, pulling a small vial from his robes.
She stared at it for a moment, before seeming to realize what it was. Her potion. The one he had misplaced. She smiled softly.
"No, I suppose I won't."
~*~
The Entrance Hall
"So I take it Creevey is your new choice," Ginny heard someone drawl from behind her. Frowning, she turned around and glared at the blond who was approaching her.
"And where would you get that idea, Malfoy?" she asked, sounding colder than she had intended.
Ever since he had rescued her, it seemed that neither of them knew how to act around each other. And it seemed that when her hero was in an awkward situation he put up a wall about himself and kept everyone else out. Including her. She frowned.
"What?" he scoffed. "You mean the way the two of you were hopping about the Great Hall wasn't some odd method of courtship?"
Ginny stared at him for a moment. "No," she finally hissed darkly. "Colin is my friend." Malfoy did not look amused. "And he's been going through a really hard time."
"I don't see how breaking one's camera constitutes a "really bad time"," he sneered, shaking his head slightly.
"That camera meant everything to him," she said in a quiet yet slightly dangerous voice, a feeling of protectiveness washing over her. "But it's not like you would know anything about that sort of thing."
"Obviously not," Malfoy replied dully. "But he obviously has more issues than I gave him credit for."
"Everyone has issues, Malfoy," Ginny sneered. "You're not Mister Perfect yourself."
With that she turned on her heel and headed to her Common Room, the one place he could not follow her. She didn't know where things had gone so wrong. One minute they had been holding each other like their lives depended on it, and not that she was complaining about that in the slightest. But then it seemed the next minute they were back to square one with this huge blaring amount of animosity between them.
'You are such a fool, Ginny,' she mentally scolded herself. 'You never should have gotten involved in the first place. You should have just taken Harry when you had the chance.' Somehow the mere thought of that particular pairing did not make her feel as splendid as she once would have felt. In fact, it made her feel as though she was betraying someone she knew deep down she shouldn't.
"Where are you going?" that same individual's voice cut though her mind as she walked down the hall.
"Away from you," she said simply, not even bothering to turn around. "There is only so much dumb blond I can take."
"Oooh," Malfoy hissed as he came up to walk beside her. She glared at him. "That one must have taken you ages to think up."
"Oh it did," she sneered sarcastically. "I sat there for hours each night, thinking of the perfect insult. And then finally, finally, that masterpiece popped into my head." She rolled her eyes and turned her head to look straight down the hall.
"Well it shows," the boy beside her said with a shrug.
Ginny did not respond, she simply continued to walk. Malfoy kept her pace, not uttering another word instead sticking to the silence that hung over them like a cloud. And it wasn't simply for a short time either, for Ginny found she was deviating from her original destination. They simply began to wander the halls, ignoring anyone who looked at them oddly or sent them funny looks.
"We'll never work out," she said finally, interrupting the silence of about twenty minutes.
"Excuse me?" Malfoy asked, turning to look at her. Obviously he was slightly startled by her sudden ability to speak. Or perhaps it had been the words she had spoken.
"We would never work out," she repeated, turning her head as well toward him, coming to a stop. "You and I. We would never work."
"Why?" he asked simply. They had stopped in an abandoned, well lit hall courtesy of ceiling high windows. Shadows cast across them, accenting Malfoy's seemingly permanently spiky hair.
"We're too different," she continued, looking away. She wasn't quite sure why she was saying what she was saying, but for some reason the words just had to be said. She'd be damned if she knew. Yet a part of her felt like she should argue against the points, regardless of how true they felt. "We're from two different ends of the spectrum. You will always have your father and his money. And I will always have mine and our lack of wealth."
He remained silent and she found herself continuing. "We would always argue," she said softly, finding the strength in her voice was leaving her. "I mean, we argue all the time as it is, and we aren't even around each other that often." She glanced at him; he was simply staring at her with an expressionless face. Her voice faltered as she wondered what must be going through his mind.
"And your father would probably kill me," she finally concluded weakly after opening and closing her mouth a few times. She knew it was a pathetic thing to say. A very selfish thing to say as well. When she had been younger, she had always imagine that love would be held back by no boundaries, boundaries that included death. And now here she was several years later, refusing a guy because she was scared of his father. And it wasn't like she was really all that scared he would kill her. He had tried once and failed. Well, it really hadn't been by his hand exactly, but he had pushed the snowball off the top of the very high and steep mountain.
Malfoy blinked.
"You can't honestly think he would do anything to you," he said softly. There was no expression in his voice and Ginny felt suddenly afraid that he would be mad. 'Why did I say that?' she thought sullenly. 'You are such a fool.' "Ok, he might," he admitted, a small grin pulling at his lips when Ginny let out a small gasp. "But the man is in Azkaban. For life."
"He is?" she asked with surprise.
The boy nodded. "My mother sent me a letter today," he said, emotion still absent from his voice. "I'm not quite sure if it makes me happy or not though," he continued, seemingly as an afterthought. To Ginny it seemed he was saying it more to himself than to her. "My mother's not too sure herself." He paused. "This way I suppose he can't send me any more of those stupid letters." He suddenly turned his head up and grinned at her. Ginny looked at him daftly.
"You do know what his means, don't you Weasley?" he asked her, the grin still on his face. His voice sounded more alive all of a sudden. She stared at him patiently. "This means I don't have to worry about him looking over my shoulder all the time. I don't have to worry about him criticizing my actions. I'm free."
"What about your mother?" she asked, not quite sure his life was suddenly as wonderful as he thought it would be. He was still a Malfoy. His father's absence only meant that he would be expected to take his father's place.
He seemed to pause. "She's nothing like my father," he concluded, the grin slipping slightly. "Probably a token wife," he added. Ginny felt a flare of anger at the boy's father but kept it to herself. "But she's not as dumb as she makes herself out to be. She'll take over the estate. Probably more efficiently than father ever had." Ginny continued to stare at him. "And she just wants me to be happy."
Ginny raised her eyebrow at this. "And your father didn't?" She already knew the answer to that one.
"No," he said curtly. "No, he just wanted me to be presentable. The perfect heir I suppose. But fuck him and all his off kilter expectations. As long as he doesn't get broken out or anything stupid like that, we'll be just fine."
His words sounded so odd coming from his lips, Ginny suddenly realized. They were totally against his nature. Or at least the nature he presented himself to have. It was almost as if the absence of his father was brining it all out.
It was then that Ginny realized that Malfoy would be going through a few changes in his life in the next little while. Big changes. Hopefully for the better. She realized that he would probably never become one of Harry's friends, or ever be all chummy with her brother. And she also realized that he would always be arrogant and spoiled. But perhaps he would be more easy going. Less evil, perhaps not angel quality, but no longer a little Death Eater in training. There was no reason for him to act as one any longer. Unless something went wrong. She hopped to Merlin that nothing would ever go wrong. Malfoy needed a decent chance to discover himself without his father breathing down his neck.
"So what does all this mean?" she managed finally, pushing her thoughts from her mind, or at least far enough away that she could speak properly.
He stared at her for a moment, seeming to be debating something in his head. "I know I've been an ass lately." She frowned slightly. "Ok, a major ass." She smiled slightly at that. "But these past few weeks have been, different." He paused for a moment and Ginny waited patiently, well as patiently as a Weasley is capable of waiting. "I've felt things that I never even thought I was capable of feeling. I always thought that if I ever did feel them, they would be tainted beyond recognition, which is sort of stupid since I have never felt them in the first place to know whether or not they are-"
"Malfoy," Ginny said sharply, her Weasley patience obviously up. She knew rambling when she heard it. She did it often enough herself. "What are you getting at."
He stared at her and grinned once more. "You know, when I thought you were dead, I wanted nothing more than for you to be alive, and it startled me. And when you spoke I felt as though my entire world was perfect simply because of your words. And when you danced with me, all I wanted to do was keep dancing, and to never let go of you. Even when you were out there, walking with Potter, I wanted nothing more than to be there in his place at your side." His grin spread a bit more. "I didn't realize it at the time of course," he added. "I probably would have done something rash if that was the case. But I realize it now."
Ginny stood there, feeling all motion leave her body. She was no sure that it was not the Malfoy she loved to hate speaking to her. She was positive she as dreaming. Silently she dug her finger nails into her palm. No, the pain told her she was awake. That this was real. The blond before her was the real Draco Malfoy.
"And I've realized now," he continued, his grin turning into a small smile. "That I know what it would take to make me genuinely happy, just as my mother has always urged me to find." Ginny could not believe what she was hearing. "You make me happy, Weasley."
Ginny felt faint. Did a Malfoy just tell her that she made him happy? Was happy even a word in a Malfoy's vocabulary. Apparently, but still. Even when she had been finding herself being associated with the boy, she never imagined that she would mean that much to him. He was cold hearted and beautiful, but obviously she had assessed him wrong.
"You do?" she croaked, her throat suddenly tightening on her. "I-" she stopped. "No one's ever said that to me before," she admitted quietly, tears coming to her eyes. She silently swore at herself for seeming even weaker than before.
She glanced up at him. "You make me happy too," she finally got out, not even realizing she was saying it. She never even thought it was possible, but come to think of it, he did. In his twisted, Malfoyish sort of way, he did.
"I thought you wanted me to live a lonely life?" he asked suddenly. She thought about it, until she remembered that she had. She let out a small laugh.
"A girl can change her mind," she said as offhandedly as she could. "Besides, if you piss me off, things can get very lonely." She grinned at him slightly.
He let out a short laugh of his own. "There is more to you than meets the eyes, Weasley." He drawled and he pulled her into his arms.
She buried her face into him, inhaling his scent. It was better than she remembered it, and she felt as though she could stand there all day, just absorbing how he was, how he felt. She clung to him smiling into him, her tears leaving her eyes.
They stood like that for a while, before Ginny pulled her face away from him and looked up into his face. "It's not going to be easy you know," she said, her voice sounding a touch rough.
He smirked slightly. "Are you saying I'm hard to be around, Weasley?" he drawled.
"Oh no," she sneered back slightly. "Where would you ever get such a preposterous idea."
"Well it's not like you're a cakewalk yourself," he replied, sneering slightly more than she had. "Always whining and complaining. Never happy with anything. Insanely jealous of my entire life. I think it will be harder to live with you than it will be for you to live with me."
"Oh bull shit," she hissed back, narrowing her eyes. "You're the one who's jealous. Always insulting what you truly admire deep down. Bitter to the core and you have this odd tendency to try and spread it around." She paused, pretending to think, staring into his chest. "Like paint I suppose. You spread it around like paint."
"Weasley," he said firmly. She looked up at him. "Shut up."
With that his lips met hers.
~*~
And so the residents of Hogwarts and all their associates lived happily ever after. Ok, maybe they didn't. Voldemort and his minions still persisted on trying to kill Harry, Dumbledore or who ever else tickled their fancy, not to mention try to take over Hogwarts and the rest of the Magical world. But it's not like a little snake-man could keep spirits down. Generally life was good...
The Dream Team still found mysteries to solve in simple, everyday occurrences that made their lives seemed full filled. Yet people began to think them rather daft for doing so. Ron and Hermione continued to date, becoming well known across the school for the fabulous rows and supposedly "steamy" make-ups.
Sirius and Remus continued to live their bachelor's lives, hanging about and causing problems for Wormtail and his companions. And don't kid yourself; they enjoy this far more than they probably should. And of course they paid frequent visits to the Dream Team and included them in the fun.
On the other hand, Snape continued to be as bitter and caustic as ever, even despite his new found friend. Not that we can expect anything different from our favorite Potions Master, he has far too many issues. But then, that's an entirely different story. Then there was Booi who was bitter in her own way, yet always tried to make the greasy haired man lighten up a bit. She even once managed to get him to wash his hair. Even I'm still confused on that one...
Then there's Neville, Colin and Dennis who have decided to start a band once they leave Hogwarts. All they need is a lead singer. They put an add in the Daily Prophet, but have yet to get a response from anyone with out a pop-singer's voice. Oh. And Colin was able to purchase a new camera with his share of the prize money. It soon came to be known as his "precious, even more precious than my first precious." People are really starting to think the boy is nutters, but that as well, is a completely different story.
The twins and co seemed to have taken the whole singing competition to heart. It seemed to the other residents of the school that the four of them had taken it upon themselves to periodically break out into song. They claimed it was to lighten the mood, but people were beginning to suspect that they all just liked the sound of their own voices.
And then there is Ginny and Draco. The only reason you people all read this story in the first place. Who really cares about everyone else? Right? You all just want the action. Well I will have you know that for the rest of the year, the two of them could be found in broom closets, corners of the library, random hallways, abandoned classrooms, and just about anywhere else really, snogging each other's brains out. Really. The population of the school found it odd at first, but after a while just gave up thinking about it and ignored the relatively odd pair.
So as you can see, life was good for all. Well maybe not for Oliver Wood, now that I think about it. After his little show of guitar playing ability, the population of his fan girls tripled. The poor guy can't go anywhere without this odd cult of followers going after him. But this as well, is another story for another time.
The End.
~*~
A/N: Hurray! It's over! It's finally over! As you can probably tell, I wasn't very happy with this story any more. It just was, well, sucky. It was really an attempt to have a lot of characters and keep it funny so I probably should not have put it under D/G but oh well. But seriously now, just because a story is D/G doesn't mean that there has to be "action" in it. People are not constantly having wild and hot make-out sessions driven by an excessive amount of hormones. Life just isn't like that, no matter what media is trying to tell you otherwise. But if you do want some actual D/G stories of mine please read either:
'The Truth About Trees' which is slowly getting to the actual relationship.
'We All Fall Down' which is a bit more mature than what I usually write and their relationship will be reflected in this.
Or, 'Never Been Kissed: A Ghost's Tale'. This is my new pet project that will only be about the two of them. And Ginny's a ghost.
So yes, before I continue babbling incoherently let me make a few thank yous to people: A big thank you to all my friends who allowed me to bounce ideas off of them. Several times. Until they were lying on the ground, bleeding and suffering from concussions. Just kidding. But seriously now, thanks guys! Also, thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this story! Especially those of you who reviewed more than once. You know who you are. I will even thank those of you who read it and did not review. ~Narrows eyes at Fleur~ Just jokes. Now I think that was all I wanted to say so I'll just get on to thank the people who reviewed last time...
Many thanks to: me(Well, perhaps, but that would make him evil. I didn't want to have to get into that), tulzdavampslayer, Lallie(Sliding precious soap?? Uh, ok... ~backs away~ JK), Crayzie4Silver, oliverwoodsgirl(Mwa. Twas my master plan. But yes, the Wood part wasn't that great, but it was there just for you), Sinnai, Chimerical("interesting" eh? Well I hope that is a good thing. But evil Death Eater pop? Isn't that going a touch too far?!), VirtualFaerie(I suppose I will forgive you seeing as I have yet to get the chance to review your new chapters and fics. Aren't there like 4 of them now? ~shakes head~ I'm so behind on the times), Rivenloe(LP rules! But then, so does Gollum...), Muffy(Then my plan worked, it was supposed to be annoying ~grin~), blancheflor(Could you believe the snow?? Bah. Good thing it's gone. Oh and the LRT is fun. ~grin~), SK(Odd eh? Well it's a good thing its "ok" then), jess(People actually care about the seagulls?? ~sniff~), Megami No Ushi(Ok, that is really freaky. Really! And it's so odd! Gin thinks so too and says "hi". But yes, odd odd. ~looks about paranoid~ I give too much information. People can track me down! Ahh! Anyhoo, I think if the real Booi found out I would be missing a few fingers... And please don't drown!), Madame Moony(I just realized you wanted me to e-mail you. Sorry about that), Sayo(I had to too, but I thought that the video was cool, or at least I remember thinking it was cool. Haven't seen it in like 4 years...), Dannie7(Don't worry! He's just fine!) and jlo's-lil-baby.
Thanks again everyone!
Love,
Tiny Q