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A/N: Evil cliffie, well, I don't do it often so live w/ it. I've been going for ten reviews per chapter and seeing that I have 21 for two chapters I am oh-so-pleased. He he... Well, the name of this chapter is "I'm just out to find" although the unofficial title is "Once upon a time, anyway" Well, thanks for reviewing and stuff! Here ya go!
Sorry it's been a couple weeks. I've been working hard on "Road trip." It's a cool sotry, I guess, and I'm up to 200 reviews! *grins from ear to ear*
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Harry Potter. I won't sew Harry Potter. I mope low scary fodder. My trope show carries daughters. Wait...?
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Harry sat in Potions, passing his quill from knuckle to knuckle as he often did while deep in thought. His eyes never left Hermione. She was sitting on the far side of the room, working with Dean Thomas. Sure, Harry knew that the partners had been assigned, but did she have to giggle like that with him? Did she have to twist her brunette locks around her fingers so flirtatiously? Did she have to say that she loved Harry that morning?
"H-Harry?" Neville Longbottom had been his assigned partner unfortunately. Nev was a good chap alright, but terrible with potions and undoubtedly he'd end up getting some sort of horrible curse on Harry in the form of green ooze. "Harry, w-we need to, um, add the, uh--"
"I know," Harry snapped, although he hadn't meant to sound so sharp. His eyes softening, he said much more gently, "Sorry, Nev. Three dungbeetle wings, right?" Neville nodded, still trembling. The timid boy reminded Harry so much of Nev's late great-uncle, Quirrel, only Neville was kind- hearted.
Harry's eyes fell on Draco Malfoy and his partner... Ron Weasly. Ron's brown eyes were perpetually narrowed and his lips formed a twisted scowl that Harry had never expected possible. Even Ron's red hair seemed to be harsher and darker. He felt his breath caught in his throat; it was the first time he had actually looked at Ron since... since he had heard of Ron's "change."
"I never should have left," Harry muttered.
"What?" Neville asked, sorting the wings. Harry grimaced, realizing he had spoken aloud, and shrugged it off. "Do you... I mean, should I...?"
"I'll add them," Harry agreed, feeling bad that Neville had been doing most of the work. Harry's mind had just been distracted, and for good reasons. Hermione was still laughing with Dean, and it looked like he was scooting closer to her. Harry realized he was staring, unblinking, at them, as if he could move her stool away from him by doing so. And of course Ron was smirking with Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, who had wandered over to them and had her arm draped around Ron sleazily.
"POTTER!"
Harry snapped his head up and jerked out of his thoughts. Snape was staring, face frozen, at them, his mouth wide in mid-scream. Everyone had stopped to look; Ron and the Slytherins' curious eyes bore on him, and Hermione's giggle had stopped and she was staring with Dean. Then Harry heard the screams. He slowly looked down, breathing hard. His cauldron was ablaze with green fire! "How the hell did this happen?" Harry exclaimed. He hadn't even touched the cauldron, and Neville was still re-counting the wings.
For a single millisecond, Harry caught Ron's eye. And Ron's brown eye wasn't sneering or anything, it was just Ron. Ron was frightened, taken aback, surprised, scared. Harry blinked, and the second was over. Ron was laughing maliciously with the Slytherins about it as Snape fruitlessly tried to calm the strange fire with his flailing arms.
"AAAAAAAAA!!!!" Snape's eternal wail was like nothing Harry had ever heard, and he had been on both ends of the Crucatious curse all too many times.
"Omygod!" Hermione leaped from her seat and bent down by the twitching professor. "He's out," she announced to the class with a foreboding feeling. Dean ran to get help.
"It's spreading!" Harry croaked, finding his voice as the green flames danced along the tabletop. He turned desperately to Ron and grabbed his shoulder. "Ron!" Harry requested earnestly.
Ron turned and practically spat out, "What the hell do you want, scar face?" Harry blinked in amazement. He had never expected... he had never thought.
"R-Ron, remember that spell with the extinguisher? Do you think that would work?" Harry tried to remain calm. How could his best friend have just died inside like that? Harry almost felt like crying, but he didn't. The situation was too dire to break down and be laughed at by Ron and his Slytherin friends.
"Listen, ass," Ron said snidely. Draco chuckled. "I'm sure you and your little Mudblood girlfriend can fix it all by yourself." Harry knew that his stunned face was being studied, for Ron smirked with satisfaction. "In the meantime, we're saving our own asses." Harry watched motionless as Ron and Draco led the Slytherins out of the room casually. At the same time, the fire caught the floor and began trailing around the room.
"Everybody out!" Harry heard some frantic voice scream. He watched, glued to his spot. Everything was in slow motion to him, and there was no noise. It was as if he was watching it from far away, like a video on mute, running so slowly. Dean and Seamus Finnigan were dragging Snape out of the room. Hermione was gathering the Gryffindors who were too afraid to pass around the green flames. Ron had disappeared down the hall with the Slytherins, but it was the only sound he heard. The ringing of their scornful laughing broke through the muteness of his mind.
"Harry! Harry!" A distant voice was getting louder, and he felt Hermione at his side, tugging on his arm. "Harry, we need to get out." He nodded at the urgency in her crystal-clear voice and they cautiously stepped over the leaping flames and made a dash for the door.
They stood, heeling over and coughing in the corridor along with the rest of the Gryffindors. Harry felt a brick load of stress lifted off of his shoulders as Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey appeared from around the corner, running at full speed.
"Everyone, back to your designated houses!" Dumbledore commanded over the commotion. His calm voice was like a savior to the distressed Gryffindors. "All of your classes will be cancelled for the day! Please remain in your respected houses!"
Harry sought out Hermione and Neville and they staggered toward the corridor. Neville was coughing hard, and he sounded so raspy. "Nev, are you okay?" Harry asked warily as Neville practically reeled over. Nev nodded while coughing, but Harry wasn't convinced. "Nev, go to the infirmary, please," Harry pleaded. Neville was shy and timid, sure, but stubborn. Still, the pallid boy nodded. It was obvious that he needed medical attention. He remained stubborn, however, in insisting that he not be accompanied.
"I saw Ron," Harry said quietly as he and Hermione began the trek upwards to the Gryffindor common room. "He's so... so..."
"I know," Hermione said, and Harry realized that it must have been hard on her too. They had all been best friends, once upon a time anyway. "He's so like a Slytherin. Like Malfoy. They're practically... best friends." Harry noted the sob in her voice as she said "best friends." "Let's not think about it, okay?
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"Hermione, wake up!" Harry climbed up on Hermione's bed and towered over her. She was sleeping on her side, and she had pillow creases on her wrists and a dark one running up her cheek. "Correptil!" Harry thought she'd appreciate the fact that he had made that one disappear. "Mione… Wake up!"
"Huh?" She rolled over and jerked up in surprise when she saw Harry. "Harry, you're not supposed to be in here! It's the girls' room."
"Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday dear—"
"Oh dear god," Hermione sighed, hitting him with the pillow from under her head. "Not this again." But Harry's grin stayed and he continued singing right through the how-old-are-you-now's?
"Aren't you happy? It's your 17th! Come on, I have presents!"
"Presents?" Hermione's head tilted up. "Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Harry just laughed and excused her while she dressed.
He waited in the common room, bouncing the wrapped present from hand to hand. He hoped she'd enjoy it, for it wasn't much. Harry stiffened as Ron sauntered in, but didn't notice Harry's occupancy of the room. "Her birthday…" He heard Ron mutter as the tall redhead kicked the carpet by the fireplace.
Ron spotted Harry and simply scowled. Harry was afraid Ron was going to say something when Seamus came trudging out of the boys' room, rubbing his eyes. "Neville stayed in the infirmary last night. He got some of that smoke in his lungs," Seamus yawned, not noticing the tension. "Don't know how that fire started, Harry."
Harry turned his head swiftly as he heard Ron snicker from the point where he stood idly. "They say Professor Snape's going to be out for the whole year," Seamus continued. Harry wasn't listening, however. He had risen and was advancing towards Ron.
Ron doubled back in surprise as Harry pushed him firmly. "You cursed the cauldron!" Harry accused, anger bubbling up as he seethed with fury. "You did it, it was you!"
Ron pushed him right back, square in the shoulders. "You have no proof, so why don't you mind your own damn business?"
"Maybe this is my business!" Harry hissed, feeling his knuckles roll into a fist. He reared back, ready to throw the punch.
"Harry! Ron!" Harry froze in position and he and Ron looked to where Hermione stood, gaping. "Stop it, please."
"Well it's not the Mudblood's business," Ron said coldly, staring Harry straight in the eyes. Harry lunged at him, infuriated and blind with rage, but two pairs of strong arms from behind held him back.
"Seamus! Dean! Geroff me! Geroff!" They finally answered to Harry's protests as Ron quickly strode out of the common room with a smirk of satisfaction.
"He's not worth it," Hermione said gently, but Harry could hear the pain in her voice. How could Ron do this to her? Forget Harry, it was obviously killing Hermione. And yet, she still smiled weakly and sat down on the couch, fingering the bow on the present. "I believe this is for me?"
Harry swallowed and nodded, attempting to be cheerful. "Happy birthday, Hermione." She smiled gratefully and began ripping the scarlet wrapping, for there was no card.
"Harry! It's wonderful!" She gripped him in a soft embrace and Harry felt himself blush. She let him go and admired the lilac fabric covering the notebook. Hermione opened it and inhaled the fresh flower scent. "Thank you so much, Harry, thank you!"
Harry was surprised the present had gone over so well, and he felt good. He watched her genuine smile lining her face and her rosy cheeks. ^And I'm the cause. I'm the one who made her this happy…^
The door swung open and they all looked up. "Ron?" Hermione questioned, her smile slowly fading into anticipation. He was just standing there.
"Happy birthday…" he said, the mocking sneer never leaving his face. "…Mudblood." And he left once more.
"Bastard…" Dean scowled, placing a comforting arm around Hermione's shoulders and giving her a squeeze. "Ignore that prat, Mione. He's not worth the tears."
She nodded, but Harry could tell she was concentrating completely on not crying. "Come on, Mione." He took her hand and gently pulled her up and away from Dean's grasp conveniently. "Let's go get you a tissue." She said yes with her eyes and he led her out into the hallway and toward the infirmary.* As soon as they stepped out, she broke down crying. Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do.
So he spoke. "Hermione, I should have been there. I should never have gone off by myself... It was selfish and foolish of me. And dangerous and, again, foolish. If I had been at Hogwarts instead of... well..."
"Stop saying that!" Hermione's shrill voice was full of unbridled angst as she glared at Harry through pained eyes. "You did a good thing, Harry, and it's not your fault! It's not your fault Hagrid got fired! It's not your fault Ron went dark! And it's not your fault that Voldemort is back!"
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*I'm well aware that they probably have tissues in the common room. I just needed to get them alone, kay?
A/N: Thanks for reviewing people! Sorry for cliff, I'm evil. Don't hate the author, hate the game!
Kay--Close with your translation. Pretty good. Pues, Cada beso comienza con Kay, tan con tu nombre en mente estoy escribiendo un beso en un capítulo que está viniendo pronto. (Well, every kiss begins with Kay so with your name in mind I am writing a kiss in a chapter that is coming soon.) Gracias!
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hazeleyez--Thanks so much, I love when ppl think what I write is orginal. If you wanna check out some other stories I think are orginal try: Damien by Sarah Black, What to Really Expect When You're Expecting by jen, All You Need is Love by MochaButterfly, Lady Katie of Gryffindor by Cho87, Shades of Lavender by Black Eyeliner, and The Misadventures of Cassandra and Ravenclaw by Elle B.
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And another chapter has been processed and found fit. Thanks to you all, you make this sotry good! I love suggestions, they make me happy so go on... Que dia aburrida! Pero, me encantan los sabados y va, Rotura Del Resorte!
Adios...
And I'm out...
A/N: Evil cliffie, well, I don't do it often so live w/ it. I've been going for ten reviews per chapter and seeing that I have 21 for two chapters I am oh-so-pleased. He he... Well, the name of this chapter is "I'm just out to find" although the unofficial title is "Once upon a time, anyway" Well, thanks for reviewing and stuff! Here ya go!
Sorry it's been a couple weeks. I've been working hard on "Road trip." It's a cool sotry, I guess, and I'm up to 200 reviews! *grins from ear to ear*
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Harry Potter. I won't sew Harry Potter. I mope low scary fodder. My trope show carries daughters. Wait...?
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Harry sat in Potions, passing his quill from knuckle to knuckle as he often did while deep in thought. His eyes never left Hermione. She was sitting on the far side of the room, working with Dean Thomas. Sure, Harry knew that the partners had been assigned, but did she have to giggle like that with him? Did she have to twist her brunette locks around her fingers so flirtatiously? Did she have to say that she loved Harry that morning?
"H-Harry?" Neville Longbottom had been his assigned partner unfortunately. Nev was a good chap alright, but terrible with potions and undoubtedly he'd end up getting some sort of horrible curse on Harry in the form of green ooze. "Harry, w-we need to, um, add the, uh--"
"I know," Harry snapped, although he hadn't meant to sound so sharp. His eyes softening, he said much more gently, "Sorry, Nev. Three dungbeetle wings, right?" Neville nodded, still trembling. The timid boy reminded Harry so much of Nev's late great-uncle, Quirrel, only Neville was kind- hearted.
Harry's eyes fell on Draco Malfoy and his partner... Ron Weasly. Ron's brown eyes were perpetually narrowed and his lips formed a twisted scowl that Harry had never expected possible. Even Ron's red hair seemed to be harsher and darker. He felt his breath caught in his throat; it was the first time he had actually looked at Ron since... since he had heard of Ron's "change."
"I never should have left," Harry muttered.
"What?" Neville asked, sorting the wings. Harry grimaced, realizing he had spoken aloud, and shrugged it off. "Do you... I mean, should I...?"
"I'll add them," Harry agreed, feeling bad that Neville had been doing most of the work. Harry's mind had just been distracted, and for good reasons. Hermione was still laughing with Dean, and it looked like he was scooting closer to her. Harry realized he was staring, unblinking, at them, as if he could move her stool away from him by doing so. And of course Ron was smirking with Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, who had wandered over to them and had her arm draped around Ron sleazily.
"POTTER!"
Harry snapped his head up and jerked out of his thoughts. Snape was staring, face frozen, at them, his mouth wide in mid-scream. Everyone had stopped to look; Ron and the Slytherins' curious eyes bore on him, and Hermione's giggle had stopped and she was staring with Dean. Then Harry heard the screams. He slowly looked down, breathing hard. His cauldron was ablaze with green fire! "How the hell did this happen?" Harry exclaimed. He hadn't even touched the cauldron, and Neville was still re-counting the wings.
For a single millisecond, Harry caught Ron's eye. And Ron's brown eye wasn't sneering or anything, it was just Ron. Ron was frightened, taken aback, surprised, scared. Harry blinked, and the second was over. Ron was laughing maliciously with the Slytherins about it as Snape fruitlessly tried to calm the strange fire with his flailing arms.
"AAAAAAAAA!!!!" Snape's eternal wail was like nothing Harry had ever heard, and he had been on both ends of the Crucatious curse all too many times.
"Omygod!" Hermione leaped from her seat and bent down by the twitching professor. "He's out," she announced to the class with a foreboding feeling. Dean ran to get help.
"It's spreading!" Harry croaked, finding his voice as the green flames danced along the tabletop. He turned desperately to Ron and grabbed his shoulder. "Ron!" Harry requested earnestly.
Ron turned and practically spat out, "What the hell do you want, scar face?" Harry blinked in amazement. He had never expected... he had never thought.
"R-Ron, remember that spell with the extinguisher? Do you think that would work?" Harry tried to remain calm. How could his best friend have just died inside like that? Harry almost felt like crying, but he didn't. The situation was too dire to break down and be laughed at by Ron and his Slytherin friends.
"Listen, ass," Ron said snidely. Draco chuckled. "I'm sure you and your little Mudblood girlfriend can fix it all by yourself." Harry knew that his stunned face was being studied, for Ron smirked with satisfaction. "In the meantime, we're saving our own asses." Harry watched motionless as Ron and Draco led the Slytherins out of the room casually. At the same time, the fire caught the floor and began trailing around the room.
"Everybody out!" Harry heard some frantic voice scream. He watched, glued to his spot. Everything was in slow motion to him, and there was no noise. It was as if he was watching it from far away, like a video on mute, running so slowly. Dean and Seamus Finnigan were dragging Snape out of the room. Hermione was gathering the Gryffindors who were too afraid to pass around the green flames. Ron had disappeared down the hall with the Slytherins, but it was the only sound he heard. The ringing of their scornful laughing broke through the muteness of his mind.
"Harry! Harry!" A distant voice was getting louder, and he felt Hermione at his side, tugging on his arm. "Harry, we need to get out." He nodded at the urgency in her crystal-clear voice and they cautiously stepped over the leaping flames and made a dash for the door.
They stood, heeling over and coughing in the corridor along with the rest of the Gryffindors. Harry felt a brick load of stress lifted off of his shoulders as Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey appeared from around the corner, running at full speed.
"Everyone, back to your designated houses!" Dumbledore commanded over the commotion. His calm voice was like a savior to the distressed Gryffindors. "All of your classes will be cancelled for the day! Please remain in your respected houses!"
Harry sought out Hermione and Neville and they staggered toward the corridor. Neville was coughing hard, and he sounded so raspy. "Nev, are you okay?" Harry asked warily as Neville practically reeled over. Nev nodded while coughing, but Harry wasn't convinced. "Nev, go to the infirmary, please," Harry pleaded. Neville was shy and timid, sure, but stubborn. Still, the pallid boy nodded. It was obvious that he needed medical attention. He remained stubborn, however, in insisting that he not be accompanied.
"I saw Ron," Harry said quietly as he and Hermione began the trek upwards to the Gryffindor common room. "He's so... so..."
"I know," Hermione said, and Harry realized that it must have been hard on her too. They had all been best friends, once upon a time anyway. "He's so like a Slytherin. Like Malfoy. They're practically... best friends." Harry noted the sob in her voice as she said "best friends." "Let's not think about it, okay?
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"Hermione, wake up!" Harry climbed up on Hermione's bed and towered over her. She was sleeping on her side, and she had pillow creases on her wrists and a dark one running up her cheek. "Correptil!" Harry thought she'd appreciate the fact that he had made that one disappear. "Mione… Wake up!"
"Huh?" She rolled over and jerked up in surprise when she saw Harry. "Harry, you're not supposed to be in here! It's the girls' room."
"Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday dear—"
"Oh dear god," Hermione sighed, hitting him with the pillow from under her head. "Not this again." But Harry's grin stayed and he continued singing right through the how-old-are-you-now's?
"Aren't you happy? It's your 17th! Come on, I have presents!"
"Presents?" Hermione's head tilted up. "Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Harry just laughed and excused her while she dressed.
He waited in the common room, bouncing the wrapped present from hand to hand. He hoped she'd enjoy it, for it wasn't much. Harry stiffened as Ron sauntered in, but didn't notice Harry's occupancy of the room. "Her birthday…" He heard Ron mutter as the tall redhead kicked the carpet by the fireplace.
Ron spotted Harry and simply scowled. Harry was afraid Ron was going to say something when Seamus came trudging out of the boys' room, rubbing his eyes. "Neville stayed in the infirmary last night. He got some of that smoke in his lungs," Seamus yawned, not noticing the tension. "Don't know how that fire started, Harry."
Harry turned his head swiftly as he heard Ron snicker from the point where he stood idly. "They say Professor Snape's going to be out for the whole year," Seamus continued. Harry wasn't listening, however. He had risen and was advancing towards Ron.
Ron doubled back in surprise as Harry pushed him firmly. "You cursed the cauldron!" Harry accused, anger bubbling up as he seethed with fury. "You did it, it was you!"
Ron pushed him right back, square in the shoulders. "You have no proof, so why don't you mind your own damn business?"
"Maybe this is my business!" Harry hissed, feeling his knuckles roll into a fist. He reared back, ready to throw the punch.
"Harry! Ron!" Harry froze in position and he and Ron looked to where Hermione stood, gaping. "Stop it, please."
"Well it's not the Mudblood's business," Ron said coldly, staring Harry straight in the eyes. Harry lunged at him, infuriated and blind with rage, but two pairs of strong arms from behind held him back.
"Seamus! Dean! Geroff me! Geroff!" They finally answered to Harry's protests as Ron quickly strode out of the common room with a smirk of satisfaction.
"He's not worth it," Hermione said gently, but Harry could hear the pain in her voice. How could Ron do this to her? Forget Harry, it was obviously killing Hermione. And yet, she still smiled weakly and sat down on the couch, fingering the bow on the present. "I believe this is for me?"
Harry swallowed and nodded, attempting to be cheerful. "Happy birthday, Hermione." She smiled gratefully and began ripping the scarlet wrapping, for there was no card.
"Harry! It's wonderful!" She gripped him in a soft embrace and Harry felt himself blush. She let him go and admired the lilac fabric covering the notebook. Hermione opened it and inhaled the fresh flower scent. "Thank you so much, Harry, thank you!"
Harry was surprised the present had gone over so well, and he felt good. He watched her genuine smile lining her face and her rosy cheeks. ^And I'm the cause. I'm the one who made her this happy…^
The door swung open and they all looked up. "Ron?" Hermione questioned, her smile slowly fading into anticipation. He was just standing there.
"Happy birthday…" he said, the mocking sneer never leaving his face. "…Mudblood." And he left once more.
"Bastard…" Dean scowled, placing a comforting arm around Hermione's shoulders and giving her a squeeze. "Ignore that prat, Mione. He's not worth the tears."
She nodded, but Harry could tell she was concentrating completely on not crying. "Come on, Mione." He took her hand and gently pulled her up and away from Dean's grasp conveniently. "Let's go get you a tissue." She said yes with her eyes and he led her out into the hallway and toward the infirmary.* As soon as they stepped out, she broke down crying. Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do.
So he spoke. "Hermione, I should have been there. I should never have gone off by myself... It was selfish and foolish of me. And dangerous and, again, foolish. If I had been at Hogwarts instead of... well..."
"Stop saying that!" Hermione's shrill voice was full of unbridled angst as she glared at Harry through pained eyes. "You did a good thing, Harry, and it's not your fault! It's not your fault Hagrid got fired! It's not your fault Ron went dark! And it's not your fault that Voldemort is back!"
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*I'm well aware that they probably have tissues in the common room. I just needed to get them alone, kay?
A/N: Thanks for reviewing people! Sorry for cliff, I'm evil. Don't hate the author, hate the game!
Kay--Close with your translation. Pretty good. Pues, Cada beso comienza con Kay, tan con tu nombre en mente estoy escribiendo un beso en un capítulo que está viniendo pronto. (Well, every kiss begins with Kay so with your name in mind I am writing a kiss in a chapter that is coming soon.) Gracias!
Satans Little Princess--Yes, I have. Thanks for reviewing!
Cutie Blossom--Thanks, glad you like the ending. I like confusing little Harry.
bookworm4ever--Thanks, trickiness is my middle name. Actually, it's not, but same thing.
Nicky--We will find out soon! Thanks for your review and glad u like!
hazeleyez--Thanks so much, I love when ppl think what I write is orginal. If you wanna check out some other stories I think are orginal try: Damien by Sarah Black, What to Really Expect When You're Expecting by jen, All You Need is Love by MochaButterfly, Lady Katie of Gryffindor by Cho87, Shades of Lavender by Black Eyeliner, and The Misadventures of Cassandra and Ravenclaw by Elle B.
erisedilla--LOL, that's what this is. Thanks sooo much!
janelle--I'm sorry for the sadness of the first chap... Thanks, I'm glad u like the suspense!
Black Eyeliner--It's fine, your spanish is good. Thanks sooooooo much, thanks foreverness. Please update Shades of Lavender soon!
Miss Spinn--Thanks a million time. Oh yes, please do read Road trip. The chapters aren't too long so it will only take a couple minutes each. The chapters have been getting longer, though. Thanks billions!
And another chapter has been processed and found fit. Thanks to you all, you make this sotry good! I love suggestions, they make me happy so go on... Que dia aburrida! Pero, me encantan los sabados y va, Rotura Del Resorte!
Adios...
And I'm out...
