A/N No more A/N's in the top, unless there's something really important
that I need to tell you guys. I'll put the little explanations at the
bottom still, though. Hehe.
Disclaimer: I want to say that I took things from a lot of people. I can't name them by....name, because as I was writing, the ideas just kinda popped into my head, meaning I thought of them, but it was not my mind who birthed them. I just adopted them. Oh, and JKR owns both Draco and Hermione, as well as anyone else in this chapter. If only that weren't true..... :o(
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: Inanimate Jealousy and Suspicious Difficulties
By their arrival to the lobby, Hermione really WAS hungry. She smiled at the welcome sensation and followed Draco into the great hall to reluctantly rid herself of it. Draco seemed happy, though, and that made Hermione a little less depressed.
As for the decorations, everything was fine, as Hermione knew it would be. Seated at the head table, Draco asked if they could make the blonde skaters skate better again, but Hermione playfully refused.
"As soon as you learn to skate better, of course we can," she kidded. Draco didn't look too happy about her plan, but Hermione didn't notice.
"Please? They're my snow globes," he said, sounding like a small child. Hermione smiled sweetly at him and leaned in to watch as the blonde skater once again fell.
"I like them this way; they're adorable," she said, knowing he would eventually give up and let her win. The blonde Slytherin boy whom three years ago wouldn't have let her get away with looking at him now ate out of the palm of her hand. She smiled at the thought and looked at Draco. To her surprise, he was staring at the globe with thin jealousy and loathing. She would have laughed, had the matter not been so unnerving. "Alright, that's just creepy. Not only are you jealous of an inanimate object; it's an object that is portraying yourself. Does that sound irrational to you, or is it just me?" she asked, concerned. Draco looked at her in surprise.
"No I'm not. If you want to dump me for that, go ahead... but I don't think you'll get what you want out of the relationship," he said and Hermione smiled.
"What were you thinking about?" she asked, sounding both demanding and curious. Without even thinking, Draco answered.
"Viktor Krumb," he said. Hermione looked at him, undeniably surprised. Draco's eyes widened as he heard himself say the words. He sighed and began to explain. "Well, for some reason, I was thinking about Quidditch and how we won't have a cup this year. Then I remembered that we didn't have one forth year, as always, you were mixed in, so it makes sense that I would think of him after what you told me the other night," he explained. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"So that makes Viktor, Snape and Evan or Eric or whatever that guys name was; and how long have we been dating?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Two days, officially. Did that guy tell you his name?" he asked, jealous again. Hermione mentally shook her head at him.
"I read it off his name tag, Draco," she said. Draco nodded, looking relieved. There was a pause, not uncomfortable, and they ate in silence. "Draco, don't take this the wrong way; it's not as if there's any reason to be, but, why aren't you jealous of Harry and Ron?" she asked, sounding curious more than anything, but a little nervous that he would get suspicious. Draco looked unsurprised at the question and shrugged, dropping his fork and leaning back a bit in his chair.
"I trust them. I know they wouldn't hurt you, and I'm pretty sure they're not a threat to us, so there's no need. Kind of like Herm; he's harmless," he told her, looking blankly at nothing. Hermione smiled.
"And those other guys are? I'll probably never see that Evan guy again, unless he's coincidently working there the next time I go shopping, I haven't seen Viktor since he left forth year and I haven't gotten a letter from him since the beginning of summer, and that was after six months or so of nothing. Then there's Snape; well, Snape is a different story," she said and Draco turned to her, for the first time, when she mentioned Snape.
"How do you mean?" he asked, trying not to seem suspicious. Now Hermione was the one who looked thoughtfully down at nothing.
"I can't deny that he would love to hurt me, and he is a threat to us, but only in the sense that he could get us separated, not that I would choose him," she said, entirely dead-tone. Draco leaned in to kiss her ear, as he had taken the habit of doing. When he finished, Draco did not pull away.
"He won't; I'll kill him first," he whispered and Hermione smiled.
"I wouldn't put it past you if he made you angry enough," she said as he kissed her again. Draco chuckled a little.
"His presence in the room would make me angry enough," he pointed out, remembering what had happened earlier. Hermione smiled and pulled back, kissing him firmly on the lips. "Finished?" he asked, talking about their dinner. Hermione looked at her half eaten meal and was proud of herself, despite the unbelievably full feeling in her stomach. She looked back to Draco with a smile and shook her head. Draco began to raise an eyebrow, but was cut off by Hermione's lips. She kissed him deep, then pulled away.
"Okay, now I'm finished," she said. Draco smiled and gave her one quick kiss.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" he asked, knowing she was tired and eight was too late to do much else.
"To the astronomy tower? Not really, but we can go back to our room," she said, readying herself to stand. Draco beat her in the race and held out his hand to her.
"That's what I meant. Nine flights of stairs is a bit much for a couple of hours of star gazing, especially this late. If you want to see stars, look up; much easier," he said as they made their way back across the hall. Hermione laughed and did as he suggested, looking to the star filled ceiling.
"Oh look, it's snowing; I didn't even notice. I forgot I made the snow green," she said as she noticed the few drifting green flakes. Draco smiled and kissed her cheek again.
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Once back in the common room, Hermione tried to decide how to decorate. Together, they had decided not to be so extreme; going with what a normal home would look like near Christmas. Obviously, a tree was mandatory, but Draco made it very small. Hermione thought it was cute and didn't complain.
"Oh, you'll like this," he told her and flicked his wand. A string of popcorn garland emerged from the tip and coiled it around the tiny tree, which laughed at the tickle. Hermione joined it for a moment, then looked to Draco with a smile.
"Did your tree just laugh at me?" she asked and Draco smirked.
"No love, he was laughing with you and his name is Douglas," he said and flicked his wand again. The popcorn chain began to glow like lights, every other one a different color. One more quick flick and a tiny gold star appeared on Douglas' tip.
"How original," she said and turned back to the tiny Christmas Village she was assembling on the mantle. Her collection of buildings consisted of a school, shops, and a few homes. There were roads, streetlamps, and even a large skating rink. As this was a magic display, the people roamed the streets and flew on their tiny brooms, shopping and enjoying themselves. After setting it up, Hermione took a step back and raised her wand, then proceeded to say a very complicated spell out-loud. Draco came up behind her as she once again stepped up to look.
"Isn't that..." he began, pointing, and Hermione smiled.
"Yep, it's Hogsmeade. Meaning this is Hogwarts and this is the lake you refuse to skate with me on," she said and kissed his cheek. Draco smiled.
"What was that spell you did?" he asked, exploring the tiny village.
"I charmed it so that it portrays what's really happening. Here, look in this window," she said, pointing to the replica of Hogwarts. Draco did as she asked and Hermione dashed across the common room to their window. Draco smiled as he saw the little Hermione appear and wave to him.
"That's cute," he said when she turned and walked back to him.
"You're cute," she said and kissed his cheek again.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hours later, after much reading and chit-chat, Hermione was sitting cross- legged on the floor, quill to parchment on a clipboard. Draco, who was reading on the couch, looked over to her with a smile. It was so common for her to just sit there and write like that, it was as if he wasn't even there.
"What are you doing, love?" he asked and Hermione looked up at him with a smile.
" I'm trying to think of questions for Dumbledore. I'm excited, I can't help it," she said and Draco smiled.
"The only question I have is where I'm going to be having classes; you can't apparate on Hogwarts grounds," he reminded her and she shrugged.
"I don't know," she said and turned back to her paper to write down Draco's question. Both heads turned to the small village as the town clock struck ten. A flash of curiosity seemed to flash in Draco's eyes and he closed his book. Grabbing his wand before standing, Draco made his way to look at the village. Hermione watched him walk over, then turned back to her list, seeing nothing unusual. It was a few minutes before anyone spoke. Draco stood by the fire and Hermione stayed perched on the rug.
"Hey, come here," Draco said semi-suddenly. Hermione stood and walked to him.
"What?" she asked the boy who's eyes were on the tiny sculptures.
"Look," he said and held up his wand. "Tiempo atras," he said and Hermione watched as the little figures in the village began to quickly move backward, undoing whatever they had just done.
"Wow, I didn't know you could rewind it," she said, awed by the sight. Draco was smiling.
"That's not all," he said. "Atras de December 13th, 12:25pm." All the people vanished, only to be replaced by different witches and wizards. Everyone stood still, paused in time. "Watch the doors," he said, gesturing to the school, "Tiempo va," he finished and the village sprang to life. As asked, Hermione kept her eyes on the doors of the school. It wasn't a moment more before they opened and two figures exited. A blonde boy and a brown haired girl, obviously them.
"That is so cool," she said and laughed as, once again, Draco was covered in snow. Then, the blonde boy picked the little Hermione up and carried her off, shrieking in laughter.
"I still can't believe you let me do that," Draco said as they watched. Hermione smiled and glanced at him.
"What was I supposed to do; beat you up?" she asked sarcastically. Draco gave her a quick kiss near her earlobe and smiled.
"I would have put you down if you really wanted me to," he told her.
"Who said I wanted you to?" she said and turned back to watch herself again. The tiny Head Boy and Girl were kissing now, seated in the snow. The scene looked so happy; so right, as if it were planned. "We look so good together," Hermione said, feeling Draco's arm wrap around her and pull her close.
"You'd look good with anyone," he said and kissed her head. Hermione smiled.
"Was that a compliment or a hint?" she asked with mock-suspicion. Draco smiled a bit crookedly.
"An evident failure at a compliment, I think. Look, Snape's coming out," he said and Hermione turned her eyes back to the village. Sure enough, the miniature potions master came through the doors and walked down the steps. The tiny Draco continued to kiss his Hermione for a bit longer, then she pulled away and they laid together in the snow. The real Draco squeezed the viewing Hermione closer as he felt a stone of anger rise in his throat again. He reached out and attempted to pluck up the tiny teacher with a thumb and forefinger, only to find that they passed through him like a ghost. "Damn," he said and stopped his ridiculous attempts.
The two watched as Snape approached and talked to their minute selves. Each smiled as they saw the man go white and hurry off.
"That I wouldn't mind watching a few more times," Draco said with a smirk. Hermione tried to agree, but was interrupted by another yawn. They continued to watch as their minions began another kiss, then stood and walked back to the castle. Draco sighed and flicked his wand, sending the village back to it's presently near deserted state.
"Why don't we go to bed, love?" he asked softly. Hermione shook her head and paused as she stifled yet another yawn.
"No, I should finish that list," she said, digging her head into him for a moment. Draco smiled at her determination and kissed her hair.
"Come on, Hermione. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow. You're exhausted; look at you," he pointed out. Hermione knew he was right, but didn't want to admit it.
"That's never stopped me before," she said and looked up at him. Draco tried to look warningly, but his face fell into an almost pleading look. He was worried for her tiredness, but more so just wanted to go to bed with her; just lay with Hermione for hours. Hermione knew this and smiled. "Alright," she said and kissed him in defeat. Draco released her and watched as she shuffled toward the bathroom, smile a mile wide across his face.
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Draco grabbed his book from the common room sofa and strolled off to his room. He hurriedly down dressed himself, then sat casually on the bed to wait for his better half. She entered not long after, looking as bad, if not worse, than she had while they watched the village. She was slouching, walking slowly, and holding a hand gently on her stomach. As he watched her walk to her side and get into bed beside him, Draco couldn't help but notice how white she looked. Hermione smiled as she slid down in bed, looking up at him, obviously trying to hide her discomfort.
"Are you feeling alright, love? You look a little pale," he asked, concern evident in his voice, Draco placed a hand on her overly warm cheek and stroked it for comfort.
"So do you," she said, sliding her hand over his. Draco's lips curled into a pathetic smile while his eyes held his concern.
"Yeah, but I always look like that. Really, are you okay?" he repeated. Hermione held her smile, too glad for his love to worry about his overreaction.
"Yes, I'm fine. I think I just ate too much at dinner, or the wrong combination of things or something...I'll be alright tomorrow," she said. **Probably because you didn't eat anything until dinner, then ate twice as much as you normally do. What are you trying to prove?** he sighed mentally, eyes just staring at her, **I just love you, you know. So sue me,** he finished and smiled, a little more genuine. "Coming?" Hermione asked the boy who was still seated at the edge of the bed.
When Draco realized what she was talking about, he kissed her quickly and took repossession of his hand. The Slytherin pulled back the dark green bed sheets and slid into the bed beside his beautiful Gryffindor. She smiled and turned away from him on her side.
Draco felt a wave of both fear and uncertainty as he saw this. He wanted terribly to hold her close, just lay there with her, but her actions confused him. Did she want him to hold her, or was she upset? Should he risk advancing, or just lay back and go to sleep?
Hermione alone knew the answers to these questions, but she was swimming in her own. She rolled her shoulders back, a confused and mildly hurt look on her face. Draco smiled when he saw this; she wasn't angry.
"Draco?" she asked, not understanding. She had waited, anticipating the warmth of him as he pulled himself close to her, but he hadn't moved.
Draco kissed her as she looked at him. Hermione kissed back, although not sure what was going on. They finished the kiss more gently than they had started it.
"What's wrong?" she asked when the broke apart. Draco merely smiled.
"Nothing. For once, absolutely nothing," he said, sounding strangely happy. Hermione smiled a bit and rolled back onto her side. She couldn't help but moan a little as his arm closed around her and he pressed his body against hers.
"Mmm... why didn't you do that before?" she asked, closing her eyes and enjoying his warmth and closeness. Draco kissed her neck softly and sighed, obviously as content as she was.
"I wasn't exactly sure you wanted it; I remember the last time you did that," he explained. Hermione snuggled into him a bit before saying anything back.
"I wanted that more last time than I ever have," she said and Draco kissed her again.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, but she was too close to sleep to really hear him. Draco smile and kissed her once more. "I love you, Hermione Granger," he assured her before letting himself drift off as well.
* * * * * * * * * *
Once again, Draco and Hermione found themselves with broken sleep. This night came with more favorable conditions than the last, however. The light snow observed in the great hall was no longer falling outside and, due to a strange jump in temperature, was replaced by a heavy rain. By one o'clock that morning, a full blown storm was brewing, complete with high winds and lightning. With lightning comes thunder and it was an unusually loud spell of this phenomenon, combined with a bright flash of the scar inspiring element, which brought Hermione from her oblivion of dulcet dreams.
She woke with a start, jumping rather harshly, as the storm did it's dirty work. Hermione was breathing hard, scared out of an already heart racing dream. Still in the position they had fallen asleep in, Draco tightened his arm around the frightened girl. Hermione was reminded of his presence and felt instantly calmer. She sighed and attempted to slow her breathing, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep. Hermione smiled as his lips gently touched behind her ear and knew that he too had been awoken.
Hermione moved away from him and rolled so that she was once again on her side, but was now facing the smiling blonde boy. His hand now rested on her hip, sliding there as she rolled below it.
"Hey," she said, not knowing what else she could.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Draco asked, remembering that she hadn't felt well when they had gone to sleep. Hermione smiled; he remembered.
"Better, other than that whole loud noise waking me up thing," she said and he smiled. Draco gave her a kiss, not short, but not incredibly long as many of their others had been.
"Good." There was a pause. "What were you dreaming?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered as she remembered and Draco smiled at her. "Bad dream?"
"No, unbelievably incredible dream," she said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Draco smiled again.
"I know what that means; so who was it? Snape, Evan, Viktor, or the guy in the plastic bubble?" he asked with a smirk. Hermione gave him a quick kiss and smirked back.
"Well, Evan was there for a while, but Viktor threw a snitch and knocked him out. Quidditch King didn't really get his turn, though; Snape scared him off before he got a chance. Bubble Boy tried, but he gave up his attempts at escaping his bubble and settled for his little Bubble Tramp," she said with only subtle sarcasm. Draco looked at her with his mouth open, face white in horror. Hermione laughed and pushed his shoulder. "I'm kidding, Draco. Of course it was you; you're so gullible. Did I wake you?" she asked and Draco let out the breath he had evidently been holding.
"No, I've long since trained myself not to be able to sleep through thunderstorms. They're just too fun to miss," he informed her. Hermione smiled and placed her hand on top of his, which was lying face up on the bed, his other still on her hip.
"For some reason, I don't find that surprising," she said and he kissed her softly before lying back. Hermione, implying what he wanted, crawled closer to him, placing her head on his chest. She sighed as he brought his arm around her and snuggled into him. "I love you," she whispered and felt Draco kiss her head.
The two stayed that way for hours, unable to sleep. Hermione slid her hand up Draco's thin t-shirt and rested it on his abs, stroking with her thumb. Draco, wanting to give her equal attention, trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Hermione yawned again, very deep, and Draco felt it.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep, love. I can silence the room if it'll help," he suggested, reaching to the table beside him for his wand.
"No, don't. What a waste of a perfectly good storm. It's okay, I'll go to sleep eventually, but you should too, you know. You have just as much to do tomorrow as I do and I've already had more sleep than you," she pointed out. Draco smiled and kissed her once more before doing as she asked and closing his eyes. Sleep didn't come easy; he wanted to enjoy the storm, but it did come.
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Only about an hour after they had both fallen asleep, both Draco and Hermione were reawakened. This time, however, they had reason to be. A loud knock on the door brought them both out of sleep and stuck them with identical stabs of fear.
"Mr. Malfoy!" called the voice of Dumbledore, then there was a pause. Draco and Hermione exchanged equal looks of fear. Then, a new wave rolled over them as Dumbledore spoke again. "Miss Granger?" he voiced, more of a question than a call.
"Draco..." Hermione whispered, nervous and afraid. Draco held a finger to her lips and made to get out of bed. "But..."
"Shh, lay back down, love. Pretend you're asleep. I've got an idea," he whispered. Hermione looked nervous, but nodded and laid back down. Draco arranged the covers just as Dumbledore knocked again.
"Mr. Malfoy!" he called. Draco pulled a chair to the side of the bed and threw a blanket on it, then he went to open the door. Hermione lay still, eyes squeezed shut, pretending to sleep. Draco greeted the Professor with an exaggerated groggy look.
"Professor Dumbledore," he whispered. "Hermione's asleep," he said, standing aside so he could see her. The headmaster looked at the girl, then back to Draco, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He raised an eyebrow to the blonde and Draco smiled a little in an attempt to hide how nervous he was. He turned his head to Hermione and proceeded to explain why she was there. "She was scared," he said and turned back to the bearded man, "What with the storm and all. Unless it's necessary, I'd rather not wake her; she hasn't been sleeping well," he finished with a concerned sigh. "Can I help you with something, Professor?"
"Oh, right Mr. Malfoy. I apologize for waking you at such an ungodly hour, but the storm has caused some... difficulties... and I must insist that neither you nor Miss Granger leave your quarters until further notice, just as a precaution," he explained in a whisper, respecting Draco's request.
"Difficulties?" he asked, sounding a bit worried.
"Yes, but not to worry. Everything should be fine by this afternoon; I will have someone alert you when it is alright to roam about the halls," he said and Draco nodded.
"Of course, Professor," he agreed.
"Get some sleep, Mr. Malfoy," he suggested and turned to leave.
"Thank you, Professor," Draco said as he closed the door. Draco breathed a deep sigh and turned back to Hermione. She hadn't moved except to open her eyes and smile. He smiled back at her and she shifted, rolling onto her back. Draco didn't move, just watched her. Hermione sighed and smiled at him.
"Come back to bed, Draco," she pleaded in a whisper. Draco smiled and obeyed, moving the chair away again. He kissed her as she crawled back on top of him, resettling herself. "I'm glad you can think critically; I would have panicked and said something stupid and unbelievable. What was the chair for, anyway?" she asked, closing her eyes. Draco rubbed her back gently, letting his hand brush under her hair.
"So he wouldn't think I was sleeping with you," he said, placing his head gently against hers, inhaling the fresh and light scent of her hair.
"He already knows," she reminded him and Draco sighed.
"Yes, but it couldn't hurt. At least you can sleep late; evidently the storm caused some kind of problem," he said.
"I heard. What could a storm do that magic couldn't fix?" she asked, not really expecting him to know.
"I don't know. Evidently something," he said, only slightly fibbing. He could think of a few pretty bad things; thunderstorms could throw off magic force fields and redirect the energy elsewhere, often causing some pretty messy results. Draco didn't see the need to worry her. "I'm sure it's nothing. Go back to sleep, love. This is getting ridiculous," he said and smiled as she laughed and shifted a little, moving her legs against his.
"Draco, why do you never wear shorts?" she asked and Draco laughed.
"What? Hermione, what are you talking about?"
"I have never once seen you wear anything other than pants or long robes. Do you even have knees?" she asked. Draco laughed again and kissed her head.
"Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean it isn't there," he whispered. Hermione smiled.
"You didn't answer me," she reminded him.
"You know Hermione, not everyone can have legs as attractive as your," he told her and Hermione almost laughed.
"I can't imagine anything about you being unattractive, Drakkie-po," she said, smiling as she felt his flinch. Draco decided to ignore the last bit and pretended not to mind.
"Well, as long as I'm asleep," he said sarcastically. Hermione giggled and turned up her head.
"Good idea," she said and kissed him, letting him have an early taste, then settled back down and closed her eyes. Draco slid his hand up the back of her shirt a little, letting his fingers rest just above the small of her back. Hermione smiled at his touch and Draco once again closed his eyes and waited for sleep.
A/N Lots of fun little tid bits in this chapter, what with the decorating...the teaching thing...and the waking up a few times. I thought it was pretty good, despite the fact that it was totally pointless, lol. Hey, at least it was interesting, right? Oh! And, I don't speak Latin....so I substituted with crude Spanish. Sorry. Close enough, right?
PRF:
Nikki- how many? About a bazillion, lol... don't tell, but I don't think I will...or at least not for Hermione... I'm not exactly sure WHAT I'm going to do, but yeah...not that. I know; I just couldn't do that.... well, I did in my other story, but he was dead from the beginning, sort of... I couldn't kill this one; it's like I know him or something...lol
Tom Felton's babe - Yeah, I think you've mentioned that... lol. I don't know about Snape, really, and there will be a sequel, but it'll start the day they have to leave for the summer.... OMG I have SO much planned; I can't wait! But I've made myself promise to finish this one first; it wouldn't make sense to start a new one if it's a continuation of an unfinished one, or something... lol
Spider girl- sure, ill put you on the list; thanx for being so enthusiastic about reading my stuff! And, as for how I write it... I don't know... it just happens....lol
Serena - I'll think about it...lol, that would make a good short story; just go to a theme park.... lol... thanx!
Lirawen- Yeah, I know I'm super immature, but that's okay; it's fun. I was kinda already having a bad day that day anyway, and your ruthless criticism didn't help much, not that I'm really blaming my actions on you. I have to point out, though, that your reply to my reply to your original review caused you to seem just as immature as I am. And, this correspondence between you and my good friend Lily Rainwater through my review system is rather immature as well; I mean, you felt the need to just tell her off? Isn't that exactly the same thing I did to you which caused you to act all superior again? Yeah, well, think about it... and, just so you know, it wasn't that your one petty flame made me that angry, it was just that I needed to be angry for a minute, and hostilely telling you off seemed to do the trick. Don't take it personally, I would have done it to anyone. Actually, go ahead and take it personally if you want... I really don't care what anyone thinks anymore. And I know my story sucks, and I know that a real editor wouldn't like it at all and probably laugh his mutinous head off at me, and I know that all the stupid people on ff.net are like six and are confused by words such as 'obloquious' but I don't care about that either... it's just a freaking Harry Potter fanfiction anyway, it's not like I have real talent or the will to write anything that would even be considered pitiful, why the hell are you people so damn serious about it? That's like getting pissed off when you're the 'pinny' team in gym and the white team beats you at kickball. Who gives a shit, it's all for nothing anyway....Oh, and I read the review you wrote to Starry Skies. Being the wonderfully talented writer that you are, I would think you would know how to spell such a word. You wrote writter at least four times. It's writer.
Dark Vampire- yeah, I know... that would be creepy, but I know teachers who are married to other teachers, and I don't see them making out, so I'll just have to stuff them in broom closets when then need an ::ah hem:: minute alone ;o)
Sweet Sorrow- thanx, and I wasn't really mad at you... lol. I've written all this ahead of time, so it's just coincidence that he 'isn't so sentimental' in this chapter, or whatever. Lol.
Sakke Yuy- Ohayo Miss Sakke. Yeah, Snape is a creep. He has monitoring charms, lol. The jobs were a little just way out there, and I know the idea has been used before... but I needed something for them to DO. GOD it's so boring just making them read or study all the time...lol, didn't you get that vibe? Lol. Thanx!
Starry Skies- I'm sorry. She has a gerbil up her ass or something. And she say's I'M immature... geez. Anyway, I WILL be looking out, lol. Thanx, once again, for reading!
Disclaimer: I want to say that I took things from a lot of people. I can't name them by....name, because as I was writing, the ideas just kinda popped into my head, meaning I thought of them, but it was not my mind who birthed them. I just adopted them. Oh, and JKR owns both Draco and Hermione, as well as anyone else in this chapter. If only that weren't true..... :o(
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: Inanimate Jealousy and Suspicious Difficulties
By their arrival to the lobby, Hermione really WAS hungry. She smiled at the welcome sensation and followed Draco into the great hall to reluctantly rid herself of it. Draco seemed happy, though, and that made Hermione a little less depressed.
As for the decorations, everything was fine, as Hermione knew it would be. Seated at the head table, Draco asked if they could make the blonde skaters skate better again, but Hermione playfully refused.
"As soon as you learn to skate better, of course we can," she kidded. Draco didn't look too happy about her plan, but Hermione didn't notice.
"Please? They're my snow globes," he said, sounding like a small child. Hermione smiled sweetly at him and leaned in to watch as the blonde skater once again fell.
"I like them this way; they're adorable," she said, knowing he would eventually give up and let her win. The blonde Slytherin boy whom three years ago wouldn't have let her get away with looking at him now ate out of the palm of her hand. She smiled at the thought and looked at Draco. To her surprise, he was staring at the globe with thin jealousy and loathing. She would have laughed, had the matter not been so unnerving. "Alright, that's just creepy. Not only are you jealous of an inanimate object; it's an object that is portraying yourself. Does that sound irrational to you, or is it just me?" she asked, concerned. Draco looked at her in surprise.
"No I'm not. If you want to dump me for that, go ahead... but I don't think you'll get what you want out of the relationship," he said and Hermione smiled.
"What were you thinking about?" she asked, sounding both demanding and curious. Without even thinking, Draco answered.
"Viktor Krumb," he said. Hermione looked at him, undeniably surprised. Draco's eyes widened as he heard himself say the words. He sighed and began to explain. "Well, for some reason, I was thinking about Quidditch and how we won't have a cup this year. Then I remembered that we didn't have one forth year, as always, you were mixed in, so it makes sense that I would think of him after what you told me the other night," he explained. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"So that makes Viktor, Snape and Evan or Eric or whatever that guys name was; and how long have we been dating?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Two days, officially. Did that guy tell you his name?" he asked, jealous again. Hermione mentally shook her head at him.
"I read it off his name tag, Draco," she said. Draco nodded, looking relieved. There was a pause, not uncomfortable, and they ate in silence. "Draco, don't take this the wrong way; it's not as if there's any reason to be, but, why aren't you jealous of Harry and Ron?" she asked, sounding curious more than anything, but a little nervous that he would get suspicious. Draco looked unsurprised at the question and shrugged, dropping his fork and leaning back a bit in his chair.
"I trust them. I know they wouldn't hurt you, and I'm pretty sure they're not a threat to us, so there's no need. Kind of like Herm; he's harmless," he told her, looking blankly at nothing. Hermione smiled.
"And those other guys are? I'll probably never see that Evan guy again, unless he's coincidently working there the next time I go shopping, I haven't seen Viktor since he left forth year and I haven't gotten a letter from him since the beginning of summer, and that was after six months or so of nothing. Then there's Snape; well, Snape is a different story," she said and Draco turned to her, for the first time, when she mentioned Snape.
"How do you mean?" he asked, trying not to seem suspicious. Now Hermione was the one who looked thoughtfully down at nothing.
"I can't deny that he would love to hurt me, and he is a threat to us, but only in the sense that he could get us separated, not that I would choose him," she said, entirely dead-tone. Draco leaned in to kiss her ear, as he had taken the habit of doing. When he finished, Draco did not pull away.
"He won't; I'll kill him first," he whispered and Hermione smiled.
"I wouldn't put it past you if he made you angry enough," she said as he kissed her again. Draco chuckled a little.
"His presence in the room would make me angry enough," he pointed out, remembering what had happened earlier. Hermione smiled and pulled back, kissing him firmly on the lips. "Finished?" he asked, talking about their dinner. Hermione looked at her half eaten meal and was proud of herself, despite the unbelievably full feeling in her stomach. She looked back to Draco with a smile and shook her head. Draco began to raise an eyebrow, but was cut off by Hermione's lips. She kissed him deep, then pulled away.
"Okay, now I'm finished," she said. Draco smiled and gave her one quick kiss.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" he asked, knowing she was tired and eight was too late to do much else.
"To the astronomy tower? Not really, but we can go back to our room," she said, readying herself to stand. Draco beat her in the race and held out his hand to her.
"That's what I meant. Nine flights of stairs is a bit much for a couple of hours of star gazing, especially this late. If you want to see stars, look up; much easier," he said as they made their way back across the hall. Hermione laughed and did as he suggested, looking to the star filled ceiling.
"Oh look, it's snowing; I didn't even notice. I forgot I made the snow green," she said as she noticed the few drifting green flakes. Draco smiled and kissed her cheek again.
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Once back in the common room, Hermione tried to decide how to decorate. Together, they had decided not to be so extreme; going with what a normal home would look like near Christmas. Obviously, a tree was mandatory, but Draco made it very small. Hermione thought it was cute and didn't complain.
"Oh, you'll like this," he told her and flicked his wand. A string of popcorn garland emerged from the tip and coiled it around the tiny tree, which laughed at the tickle. Hermione joined it for a moment, then looked to Draco with a smile.
"Did your tree just laugh at me?" she asked and Draco smirked.
"No love, he was laughing with you and his name is Douglas," he said and flicked his wand again. The popcorn chain began to glow like lights, every other one a different color. One more quick flick and a tiny gold star appeared on Douglas' tip.
"How original," she said and turned back to the tiny Christmas Village she was assembling on the mantle. Her collection of buildings consisted of a school, shops, and a few homes. There were roads, streetlamps, and even a large skating rink. As this was a magic display, the people roamed the streets and flew on their tiny brooms, shopping and enjoying themselves. After setting it up, Hermione took a step back and raised her wand, then proceeded to say a very complicated spell out-loud. Draco came up behind her as she once again stepped up to look.
"Isn't that..." he began, pointing, and Hermione smiled.
"Yep, it's Hogsmeade. Meaning this is Hogwarts and this is the lake you refuse to skate with me on," she said and kissed his cheek. Draco smiled.
"What was that spell you did?" he asked, exploring the tiny village.
"I charmed it so that it portrays what's really happening. Here, look in this window," she said, pointing to the replica of Hogwarts. Draco did as she asked and Hermione dashed across the common room to their window. Draco smiled as he saw the little Hermione appear and wave to him.
"That's cute," he said when she turned and walked back to him.
"You're cute," she said and kissed his cheek again.
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Hours later, after much reading and chit-chat, Hermione was sitting cross- legged on the floor, quill to parchment on a clipboard. Draco, who was reading on the couch, looked over to her with a smile. It was so common for her to just sit there and write like that, it was as if he wasn't even there.
"What are you doing, love?" he asked and Hermione looked up at him with a smile.
" I'm trying to think of questions for Dumbledore. I'm excited, I can't help it," she said and Draco smiled.
"The only question I have is where I'm going to be having classes; you can't apparate on Hogwarts grounds," he reminded her and she shrugged.
"I don't know," she said and turned back to her paper to write down Draco's question. Both heads turned to the small village as the town clock struck ten. A flash of curiosity seemed to flash in Draco's eyes and he closed his book. Grabbing his wand before standing, Draco made his way to look at the village. Hermione watched him walk over, then turned back to her list, seeing nothing unusual. It was a few minutes before anyone spoke. Draco stood by the fire and Hermione stayed perched on the rug.
"Hey, come here," Draco said semi-suddenly. Hermione stood and walked to him.
"What?" she asked the boy who's eyes were on the tiny sculptures.
"Look," he said and held up his wand. "Tiempo atras," he said and Hermione watched as the little figures in the village began to quickly move backward, undoing whatever they had just done.
"Wow, I didn't know you could rewind it," she said, awed by the sight. Draco was smiling.
"That's not all," he said. "Atras de December 13th, 12:25pm." All the people vanished, only to be replaced by different witches and wizards. Everyone stood still, paused in time. "Watch the doors," he said, gesturing to the school, "Tiempo va," he finished and the village sprang to life. As asked, Hermione kept her eyes on the doors of the school. It wasn't a moment more before they opened and two figures exited. A blonde boy and a brown haired girl, obviously them.
"That is so cool," she said and laughed as, once again, Draco was covered in snow. Then, the blonde boy picked the little Hermione up and carried her off, shrieking in laughter.
"I still can't believe you let me do that," Draco said as they watched. Hermione smiled and glanced at him.
"What was I supposed to do; beat you up?" she asked sarcastically. Draco gave her a quick kiss near her earlobe and smiled.
"I would have put you down if you really wanted me to," he told her.
"Who said I wanted you to?" she said and turned back to watch herself again. The tiny Head Boy and Girl were kissing now, seated in the snow. The scene looked so happy; so right, as if it were planned. "We look so good together," Hermione said, feeling Draco's arm wrap around her and pull her close.
"You'd look good with anyone," he said and kissed her head. Hermione smiled.
"Was that a compliment or a hint?" she asked with mock-suspicion. Draco smiled a bit crookedly.
"An evident failure at a compliment, I think. Look, Snape's coming out," he said and Hermione turned her eyes back to the village. Sure enough, the miniature potions master came through the doors and walked down the steps. The tiny Draco continued to kiss his Hermione for a bit longer, then she pulled away and they laid together in the snow. The real Draco squeezed the viewing Hermione closer as he felt a stone of anger rise in his throat again. He reached out and attempted to pluck up the tiny teacher with a thumb and forefinger, only to find that they passed through him like a ghost. "Damn," he said and stopped his ridiculous attempts.
The two watched as Snape approached and talked to their minute selves. Each smiled as they saw the man go white and hurry off.
"That I wouldn't mind watching a few more times," Draco said with a smirk. Hermione tried to agree, but was interrupted by another yawn. They continued to watch as their minions began another kiss, then stood and walked back to the castle. Draco sighed and flicked his wand, sending the village back to it's presently near deserted state.
"Why don't we go to bed, love?" he asked softly. Hermione shook her head and paused as she stifled yet another yawn.
"No, I should finish that list," she said, digging her head into him for a moment. Draco smiled at her determination and kissed her hair.
"Come on, Hermione. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow. You're exhausted; look at you," he pointed out. Hermione knew he was right, but didn't want to admit it.
"That's never stopped me before," she said and looked up at him. Draco tried to look warningly, but his face fell into an almost pleading look. He was worried for her tiredness, but more so just wanted to go to bed with her; just lay with Hermione for hours. Hermione knew this and smiled. "Alright," she said and kissed him in defeat. Draco released her and watched as she shuffled toward the bathroom, smile a mile wide across his face.
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Draco grabbed his book from the common room sofa and strolled off to his room. He hurriedly down dressed himself, then sat casually on the bed to wait for his better half. She entered not long after, looking as bad, if not worse, than she had while they watched the village. She was slouching, walking slowly, and holding a hand gently on her stomach. As he watched her walk to her side and get into bed beside him, Draco couldn't help but notice how white she looked. Hermione smiled as she slid down in bed, looking up at him, obviously trying to hide her discomfort.
"Are you feeling alright, love? You look a little pale," he asked, concern evident in his voice, Draco placed a hand on her overly warm cheek and stroked it for comfort.
"So do you," she said, sliding her hand over his. Draco's lips curled into a pathetic smile while his eyes held his concern.
"Yeah, but I always look like that. Really, are you okay?" he repeated. Hermione held her smile, too glad for his love to worry about his overreaction.
"Yes, I'm fine. I think I just ate too much at dinner, or the wrong combination of things or something...I'll be alright tomorrow," she said. **Probably because you didn't eat anything until dinner, then ate twice as much as you normally do. What are you trying to prove?** he sighed mentally, eyes just staring at her, **I just love you, you know. So sue me,** he finished and smiled, a little more genuine. "Coming?" Hermione asked the boy who was still seated at the edge of the bed.
When Draco realized what she was talking about, he kissed her quickly and took repossession of his hand. The Slytherin pulled back the dark green bed sheets and slid into the bed beside his beautiful Gryffindor. She smiled and turned away from him on her side.
Draco felt a wave of both fear and uncertainty as he saw this. He wanted terribly to hold her close, just lay there with her, but her actions confused him. Did she want him to hold her, or was she upset? Should he risk advancing, or just lay back and go to sleep?
Hermione alone knew the answers to these questions, but she was swimming in her own. She rolled her shoulders back, a confused and mildly hurt look on her face. Draco smiled when he saw this; she wasn't angry.
"Draco?" she asked, not understanding. She had waited, anticipating the warmth of him as he pulled himself close to her, but he hadn't moved.
Draco kissed her as she looked at him. Hermione kissed back, although not sure what was going on. They finished the kiss more gently than they had started it.
"What's wrong?" she asked when the broke apart. Draco merely smiled.
"Nothing. For once, absolutely nothing," he said, sounding strangely happy. Hermione smiled a bit and rolled back onto her side. She couldn't help but moan a little as his arm closed around her and he pressed his body against hers.
"Mmm... why didn't you do that before?" she asked, closing her eyes and enjoying his warmth and closeness. Draco kissed her neck softly and sighed, obviously as content as she was.
"I wasn't exactly sure you wanted it; I remember the last time you did that," he explained. Hermione snuggled into him a bit before saying anything back.
"I wanted that more last time than I ever have," she said and Draco kissed her again.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, but she was too close to sleep to really hear him. Draco smile and kissed her once more. "I love you, Hermione Granger," he assured her before letting himself drift off as well.
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Once again, Draco and Hermione found themselves with broken sleep. This night came with more favorable conditions than the last, however. The light snow observed in the great hall was no longer falling outside and, due to a strange jump in temperature, was replaced by a heavy rain. By one o'clock that morning, a full blown storm was brewing, complete with high winds and lightning. With lightning comes thunder and it was an unusually loud spell of this phenomenon, combined with a bright flash of the scar inspiring element, which brought Hermione from her oblivion of dulcet dreams.
She woke with a start, jumping rather harshly, as the storm did it's dirty work. Hermione was breathing hard, scared out of an already heart racing dream. Still in the position they had fallen asleep in, Draco tightened his arm around the frightened girl. Hermione was reminded of his presence and felt instantly calmer. She sighed and attempted to slow her breathing, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep. Hermione smiled as his lips gently touched behind her ear and knew that he too had been awoken.
Hermione moved away from him and rolled so that she was once again on her side, but was now facing the smiling blonde boy. His hand now rested on her hip, sliding there as she rolled below it.
"Hey," she said, not knowing what else she could.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Draco asked, remembering that she hadn't felt well when they had gone to sleep. Hermione smiled; he remembered.
"Better, other than that whole loud noise waking me up thing," she said and he smiled. Draco gave her a kiss, not short, but not incredibly long as many of their others had been.
"Good." There was a pause. "What were you dreaming?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered as she remembered and Draco smiled at her. "Bad dream?"
"No, unbelievably incredible dream," she said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Draco smiled again.
"I know what that means; so who was it? Snape, Evan, Viktor, or the guy in the plastic bubble?" he asked with a smirk. Hermione gave him a quick kiss and smirked back.
"Well, Evan was there for a while, but Viktor threw a snitch and knocked him out. Quidditch King didn't really get his turn, though; Snape scared him off before he got a chance. Bubble Boy tried, but he gave up his attempts at escaping his bubble and settled for his little Bubble Tramp," she said with only subtle sarcasm. Draco looked at her with his mouth open, face white in horror. Hermione laughed and pushed his shoulder. "I'm kidding, Draco. Of course it was you; you're so gullible. Did I wake you?" she asked and Draco let out the breath he had evidently been holding.
"No, I've long since trained myself not to be able to sleep through thunderstorms. They're just too fun to miss," he informed her. Hermione smiled and placed her hand on top of his, which was lying face up on the bed, his other still on her hip.
"For some reason, I don't find that surprising," she said and he kissed her softly before lying back. Hermione, implying what he wanted, crawled closer to him, placing her head on his chest. She sighed as he brought his arm around her and snuggled into him. "I love you," she whispered and felt Draco kiss her head.
The two stayed that way for hours, unable to sleep. Hermione slid her hand up Draco's thin t-shirt and rested it on his abs, stroking with her thumb. Draco, wanting to give her equal attention, trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Hermione yawned again, very deep, and Draco felt it.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep, love. I can silence the room if it'll help," he suggested, reaching to the table beside him for his wand.
"No, don't. What a waste of a perfectly good storm. It's okay, I'll go to sleep eventually, but you should too, you know. You have just as much to do tomorrow as I do and I've already had more sleep than you," she pointed out. Draco smiled and kissed her once more before doing as she asked and closing his eyes. Sleep didn't come easy; he wanted to enjoy the storm, but it did come.
* * * * * * * * * *
Only about an hour after they had both fallen asleep, both Draco and Hermione were reawakened. This time, however, they had reason to be. A loud knock on the door brought them both out of sleep and stuck them with identical stabs of fear.
"Mr. Malfoy!" called the voice of Dumbledore, then there was a pause. Draco and Hermione exchanged equal looks of fear. Then, a new wave rolled over them as Dumbledore spoke again. "Miss Granger?" he voiced, more of a question than a call.
"Draco..." Hermione whispered, nervous and afraid. Draco held a finger to her lips and made to get out of bed. "But..."
"Shh, lay back down, love. Pretend you're asleep. I've got an idea," he whispered. Hermione looked nervous, but nodded and laid back down. Draco arranged the covers just as Dumbledore knocked again.
"Mr. Malfoy!" he called. Draco pulled a chair to the side of the bed and threw a blanket on it, then he went to open the door. Hermione lay still, eyes squeezed shut, pretending to sleep. Draco greeted the Professor with an exaggerated groggy look.
"Professor Dumbledore," he whispered. "Hermione's asleep," he said, standing aside so he could see her. The headmaster looked at the girl, then back to Draco, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He raised an eyebrow to the blonde and Draco smiled a little in an attempt to hide how nervous he was. He turned his head to Hermione and proceeded to explain why she was there. "She was scared," he said and turned back to the bearded man, "What with the storm and all. Unless it's necessary, I'd rather not wake her; she hasn't been sleeping well," he finished with a concerned sigh. "Can I help you with something, Professor?"
"Oh, right Mr. Malfoy. I apologize for waking you at such an ungodly hour, but the storm has caused some... difficulties... and I must insist that neither you nor Miss Granger leave your quarters until further notice, just as a precaution," he explained in a whisper, respecting Draco's request.
"Difficulties?" he asked, sounding a bit worried.
"Yes, but not to worry. Everything should be fine by this afternoon; I will have someone alert you when it is alright to roam about the halls," he said and Draco nodded.
"Of course, Professor," he agreed.
"Get some sleep, Mr. Malfoy," he suggested and turned to leave.
"Thank you, Professor," Draco said as he closed the door. Draco breathed a deep sigh and turned back to Hermione. She hadn't moved except to open her eyes and smile. He smiled back at her and she shifted, rolling onto her back. Draco didn't move, just watched her. Hermione sighed and smiled at him.
"Come back to bed, Draco," she pleaded in a whisper. Draco smiled and obeyed, moving the chair away again. He kissed her as she crawled back on top of him, resettling herself. "I'm glad you can think critically; I would have panicked and said something stupid and unbelievable. What was the chair for, anyway?" she asked, closing her eyes. Draco rubbed her back gently, letting his hand brush under her hair.
"So he wouldn't think I was sleeping with you," he said, placing his head gently against hers, inhaling the fresh and light scent of her hair.
"He already knows," she reminded him and Draco sighed.
"Yes, but it couldn't hurt. At least you can sleep late; evidently the storm caused some kind of problem," he said.
"I heard. What could a storm do that magic couldn't fix?" she asked, not really expecting him to know.
"I don't know. Evidently something," he said, only slightly fibbing. He could think of a few pretty bad things; thunderstorms could throw off magic force fields and redirect the energy elsewhere, often causing some pretty messy results. Draco didn't see the need to worry her. "I'm sure it's nothing. Go back to sleep, love. This is getting ridiculous," he said and smiled as she laughed and shifted a little, moving her legs against his.
"Draco, why do you never wear shorts?" she asked and Draco laughed.
"What? Hermione, what are you talking about?"
"I have never once seen you wear anything other than pants or long robes. Do you even have knees?" she asked. Draco laughed again and kissed her head.
"Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean it isn't there," he whispered. Hermione smiled.
"You didn't answer me," she reminded him.
"You know Hermione, not everyone can have legs as attractive as your," he told her and Hermione almost laughed.
"I can't imagine anything about you being unattractive, Drakkie-po," she said, smiling as she felt his flinch. Draco decided to ignore the last bit and pretended not to mind.
"Well, as long as I'm asleep," he said sarcastically. Hermione giggled and turned up her head.
"Good idea," she said and kissed him, letting him have an early taste, then settled back down and closed her eyes. Draco slid his hand up the back of her shirt a little, letting his fingers rest just above the small of her back. Hermione smiled at his touch and Draco once again closed his eyes and waited for sleep.
A/N Lots of fun little tid bits in this chapter, what with the decorating...the teaching thing...and the waking up a few times. I thought it was pretty good, despite the fact that it was totally pointless, lol. Hey, at least it was interesting, right? Oh! And, I don't speak Latin....so I substituted with crude Spanish. Sorry. Close enough, right?
PRF:
Nikki- how many? About a bazillion, lol... don't tell, but I don't think I will...or at least not for Hermione... I'm not exactly sure WHAT I'm going to do, but yeah...not that. I know; I just couldn't do that.... well, I did in my other story, but he was dead from the beginning, sort of... I couldn't kill this one; it's like I know him or something...lol
Tom Felton's babe - Yeah, I think you've mentioned that... lol. I don't know about Snape, really, and there will be a sequel, but it'll start the day they have to leave for the summer.... OMG I have SO much planned; I can't wait! But I've made myself promise to finish this one first; it wouldn't make sense to start a new one if it's a continuation of an unfinished one, or something... lol
Spider girl- sure, ill put you on the list; thanx for being so enthusiastic about reading my stuff! And, as for how I write it... I don't know... it just happens....lol
Serena - I'll think about it...lol, that would make a good short story; just go to a theme park.... lol... thanx!
Lirawen- Yeah, I know I'm super immature, but that's okay; it's fun. I was kinda already having a bad day that day anyway, and your ruthless criticism didn't help much, not that I'm really blaming my actions on you. I have to point out, though, that your reply to my reply to your original review caused you to seem just as immature as I am. And, this correspondence between you and my good friend Lily Rainwater through my review system is rather immature as well; I mean, you felt the need to just tell her off? Isn't that exactly the same thing I did to you which caused you to act all superior again? Yeah, well, think about it... and, just so you know, it wasn't that your one petty flame made me that angry, it was just that I needed to be angry for a minute, and hostilely telling you off seemed to do the trick. Don't take it personally, I would have done it to anyone. Actually, go ahead and take it personally if you want... I really don't care what anyone thinks anymore. And I know my story sucks, and I know that a real editor wouldn't like it at all and probably laugh his mutinous head off at me, and I know that all the stupid people on ff.net are like six and are confused by words such as 'obloquious' but I don't care about that either... it's just a freaking Harry Potter fanfiction anyway, it's not like I have real talent or the will to write anything that would even be considered pitiful, why the hell are you people so damn serious about it? That's like getting pissed off when you're the 'pinny' team in gym and the white team beats you at kickball. Who gives a shit, it's all for nothing anyway....Oh, and I read the review you wrote to Starry Skies. Being the wonderfully talented writer that you are, I would think you would know how to spell such a word. You wrote writter at least four times. It's writer.
Dark Vampire- yeah, I know... that would be creepy, but I know teachers who are married to other teachers, and I don't see them making out, so I'll just have to stuff them in broom closets when then need an ::ah hem:: minute alone ;o)
Sweet Sorrow- thanx, and I wasn't really mad at you... lol. I've written all this ahead of time, so it's just coincidence that he 'isn't so sentimental' in this chapter, or whatever. Lol.
Sakke Yuy- Ohayo Miss Sakke. Yeah, Snape is a creep. He has monitoring charms, lol. The jobs were a little just way out there, and I know the idea has been used before... but I needed something for them to DO. GOD it's so boring just making them read or study all the time...lol, didn't you get that vibe? Lol. Thanx!
Starry Skies- I'm sorry. She has a gerbil up her ass or something. And she say's I'M immature... geez. Anyway, I WILL be looking out, lol. Thanx, once again, for reading!
