Title: Clear -  Unmistakably Clear

Part 2-Chapter 2: Broken

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R for slash themes

**WARNING**: THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH THEMES – WHICH MEANS HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN TWO MALE CHARACTERS. YOU ARE ADVISED TO LEAVE IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS.

Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story do not belong to me, but to the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling. This is all FICTION; none of it is true. No profit was made from this story. I bear no responsibility for anything you may claim from this story, you have been warned.

LAST WARNING. SLASH. HOMOSEXUALITY. LEAVE IF YOU DON'T LIKE.

Plagiarism is a crime. But I'm sure you know that already.

Notes: I guess this chapter is more true to the R-rating that the rather PG-13 chapters before. Hee. Hope you like!

P.S. Last exam on Monday. (Yay!) And thank you to all those that wished me luck :) Thank you!!!!!!

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Draco doesn't understand why everyone makes out Malfoy Manor to be dark and forbidding, a sort of haunted house with a shadow of eternal night hanging over it because of their tainted name. He doesn't understand why everyone thinks that the interior of Malfoy Manor holds walls painted in shades of the night, has heavy curtains that block out the bright sunshine, and that the colours inside are more suited for a tomb than for a home.

Au contraire, the Manor is more a palace than anything else, with huge white marble pillars and floors and white, white walls and light, light cream carpets. There is very little colour in the Manor except for white and shades of cream and the reddish-brown colour of the wooden doors.

When Draco was very young, he had been taught to be very careful and very clean because if he had been playing, or writing, or working, there was the chance that he would stain something.

So when Draco used to practice writing, he would wash his hands very carefully afterwards to make sure that all ink stains were removed from his fingertips before his hands touched anything else. When Draco used to play outside, he would change shoes before entering the house, leaving the outdoor shoes outside for the house elves to clean and put away. When Draco used to make his potions, he would keep his work area painfully neat and tidy – always afraid of spilling something that would stain the floor or that his dirty hands would stain the white rim around the lacquered mahogany door or the white, white walls that he was constantly surrounded by.

Draco became rather obsessed with cleanliness over the years.

And, so, now, he was standing in the shower, soaping himself up and then washing off the bubbles, shampooing his hair and washing off the foam, and then soaping himself up and beginning the process all over again.

He felt dirty all over.

The water was hot. Oh, so hot.

It burned, scalding his skin as thin rivulets ran down his face.

It hid the tears.

---

"Hey, Granger, where's Potter?"

"You know, I think he said something about his Muggle Studies project." She sniffed rather disdainfully, obviously not approving of Harry's procrastination. "It's due in tomorrow. Ten feet of parchment, including diagrams. Of course," she added, "I already finished mine last week – ten feet, eleven inches."

"Oh. So he'd be…"

"He's working with a partner – if you're working by yourself you only need five feet."

Which explained why Hermione produced over ten feet of parchment.

"Oh. So he'd be…" Draco said again, raising his eyebrows in question.

"Muggle Studies classroom, I should expect. Why?"

"Just wondering. Wasn't at dinner. Wasn't at the Prefect meeting just now."

Hermione nodded. "Yeah. Probably hungry." She gave him a sideways look. "You could always bring him food as an excuse you know. His partner won't suspect a thing." She grinned rather evilly.

Draco pretended to look shocked. "Moi? Bring food to Potter and his little study buddy? I don't think so."

He was already planning what to take from the kitchens.

"Anyway," he said, turning to go, "I'll see you later, Granger."

"Bye, Draco!" she called, smiling as she gave a little wave.

---

Crabbe and Goyle were stuck at their respective homes, trying to take over family businesses and run the household in the absence of their parents. They wrote to Draco, explaining the need to make sure everything ran smoothly before they could return to school – which shouldn't take more than another couple weeks, maximum. They hoped.

The two of them met up and spent an entire afternoon composing a letter to Draco, Goyle concentrating hard as he wrote, neatly striking out misspelled words as Crabbe moved around the desk, decorating the margins with little cartoons and beautiful ornamentation.

Draco read the letter in his room – he had requested to be moved from the infirmary on the night he woke up, claiming that he slept more comfortably in his own bed. For the past two days, he had holed himself up in his room, refusing all visitors, not even bothering to answer the door and seeing no one unless it was Narcissa's voice through the door.

He sighed, and stood in the middle of his room, dressed in pyjamas after his shower, and opened the letter from his friends.

January 5

Hey Draco!

     xxxxx Vince and I got news today from Prof. Snape

that you woke up – great news, you know. We're xxxxx

really happy, me and Vince both. We want to go see you,

but we need to take care of our xxx xxx xxxxx xxxx xxxxxx

xxxxxxxxx businesses before we can come back. It really

sucks, Draco, but I gess we was all expecting it – we new

our fathers and mothers xxxxx wouldn't be here no more

if a war had started anyway. I gess we're just glad that

they aren't dead, you know?  

     Anyway, the work isn't hard, it's just tiring. I mean, all

our Papas did was stay home and wait for the money to

roll in. We do the same now – just have to xxxxx transfur

everything to our names first, and sign a lot of stuff.

     We hope to be back soon – this xxxx shouldn't take

more than 2 weeks, max. I think. Vince says earlier, in

time for school, but I dunno.

     REST.

Your friends,

Gregory Goyle

Vincent Crabbe

The two of them had painstakingly signed their names at the bottom in wobbly script. The parchment was blotted, the writing was all over the place, and when Draco scanned his eyes over it again, he noticed a postscript at the bottom, almost hidden by Crabbe's designs.

P.S. We no Potter's at school with you. How are things

     with him? Are you anywhere near forgiving him yet?

~V.C and G.G

Draco sighed and slumped into his bed. Booboo crawled out from under the pillow when it felt his weight on the mattress and settled down next to him. "Why Day-co sad?" it asked, rubbing a paw on Draco's jaw.

Draco just sighed again.

---

Draco opened the door.

There was silence for that brief, fleeting second his heart broke, the pieces cutting deep inside him. Draco just stared, as his heart stopped beating for a millisecond, as his nerves frantically sent the message to his brain for process, as his muscles tensed just enough to push himself away from the door and run.

So he turned. And ran.

---

"Nothing's wrong, Booboo."

"Day-co read letta fum Cabbie and Goyle?"

"Yes, Booboo. I'm happy they wrote, even though I feel a bit sad that they have to handle so much now."

Booboo nodded. "Booboo knows. And Booboo knows Day-co sad from Hay-wee Pottie."

"Harry Potter? Why?" Draco closed his eyes painfully, trying to stop the assail of memories. Of a particular memory.

"Booboo knows. Booboo he-ah for Day-co."

"Yes, Booboo. I know you're he-ah, um, here for me. It's just. I don't know."

"Wud Day-co mind telling Booboo?"

"You know what happened. I told Mother already. You were there, too."

Booboo climbed to sit on Draco's neck and held his face between its paws. "Booboo want to know exactly what Pottie did to make Booboo's Day-co so, so sad."

"Booboo…I…it's…"

Booboo nodded and bent to give Draco a small kiss, like that of a child to its mother. "Ookie."

---

Harry looked up at him, a guilty expression painted over his features, eyes widening at recognition. Too late he pushed himself away, shrugging his shirt on properly, grabbing his robes as he lunged towards the Draco in one smooth motion. Too late. Harry stood, halfway out into the corridor, shirt still hanging open, tie fallen from around his neck, belt half undone, and robes bundled in one hand as Draco ran.

Run, run, run, never to go back again. Never. It was a strong word, but Draco was a strong person, and what did it matter if he didn't go back when it would never come to him again?

Draco slowed down to quick, long strides down the crowded corridors of Hogwarts, students flowing away form him as soon as they saw his figure down the hall. No one dared to stand in his way. No one dared.

He was suddenly aware that his eyes were stinging as he made his way to his bedroom, roughly pushing some stupid Slytherins out of his way. Quickly tearing his clothes off and falling into bed, he willed away the image burned into his neurons, burned into his memory for all eternity – the image of – of – Gods, he can't even voice in his head what he had just borne witness to.

Harry – no, Potter – Harry with his robes in a puddle on the floor, Harry with his tie undone and his shirt open and pushed off his shoulders, Harry with his head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy, Harry with another boy's mouth on his crotch as clumsy hands fumbled with his belt. Harry's look when he knew he had been caught – there could not have been any misunderstandings about the situation.

Draco took a deep, shaky breath and closed his eyes tightly.

---

Booboo was enraged.

Well, as enraged as a cute little stuffed animal can get. To be honest, Draco was rather amused at an 'enraged' Booboo and was hiding a smile beneath his fringe, even though the smile was rather bitter.

"Grrrrrrrrrr," Booboo said, jumping up and down on the pillow, unsuccessfully trying to stomp on the bouncy material and squash it flat. "Bad, bad Hay-wee Pottie. BAD, bad Hay-wee Pottie. Grrrr." It couldn't really shout or growl properly since it was a plushie, but still, it did its best.

"Yes, Booboo." Draco grabbed it mid-jump and held it up to eye-level as it continued to 'growl'. "Baby, listen to your Mummy."

Draco blushed instantly, reprimanding himself for his childishness.

"Booboo, look at me. Am I mad?" Booboo shook its head. "Then why should Booboo be mad? We are above him, Booboo, we are above human emotions. We are above lowly, petty feelings of anger, hurt, fondness. We are Malfoys."

Booboo had listened to a lot of such speeches through the years, and so only nodded and patted Draco's hand in agreement.

Draco opened his mouth to continue, but instead slumped over and fell back onto his bed, holding Booboo above him.

There was silence as solid black eyes looked into mercuric silver. "Does Day-co love Pottie?" Booboo asked quietly.

Draco only stared back. "Lo…love?" he stuttered. He kissed the top of Booboo's head and held it close, smiling. "You know I love you most, Booboo."

Booboo's voice was muffled against Draco's chest. "Day-co love Booboo like Mummy love baby. Does Day-co love Pottie like…like…" Booboo was momentarily lost for words. It pondered for a few seconds. "Like Wo-meo and Ju-et?"

Like Romeo and Juliet?!

"Uh…" Draco didn't know what to say.

"Day-co dun have to answer. Day-co knows answer within." Booboo tried to nod sagely, but was unsuccessful with Draco squeezing it so tightly.

"I…"

Draco fell silent.

***

Sometimes it hurt to look at him. It did, really, literally hurt his eyes to look at him, to look at his brilliance, his beauty, his grace, his – his everything. It was the kind of ache from looking at beautiful things that made you want to turn away to soothe your eyes, but was unable to because you just couldn't turn away from all the beauty.

Harry couldn't stop staring at Draco. Narcissa had left that morning – Malfoy family business. Somehow, she had managed to make it sound sinister when she announced it at dinner last night, sitting next to Draco, who finally left his room to pick and stare at his plate.

It was morning now, and Harry knew Draco must have just seen his mother off because his cheeks had just the faintest touch of wind on them and his robes had a tossed look as they fluttered with Draco's movements.

Draco's first meal with the rest of the school last night had been tense. Harry had spent the entire time staring at him. Ron had spent the entire time kicking Harry under the table and shooting glares at Draco. Hermione had spent the entire time trying to keep Ron from just going over and killing Draco flat out. The teachers had just sat, staring at them.

It had been a little stressful, to put it lightly.

Breakfast now was no different. However, with Narcissa gone, Ron felt comfortable enough to make loud, rude, untrue comments about Draco, and Harry felt a surge of anger.

He saw Hermione glance at him quickly before slapping Ron on the shoulder hard enough that everyone in the Hall heard its echo.

Draco didn't even look up.

Harry continued staring. His eyes hurt with the reflection of the bright morning sunlight on silvery blond hair, and the porcelain white skin glowing harshly beside black fabric made his eyes and head ache just slightly.

Draco stood up suddenly, and left. Harry's stare was unwavering as he watched Draco stalk out, head held high, every inch of him perfect, beautiful, so beautiful that Harry's eyes hurt even more now and no he wasn't going to cry but he could feel them tearing up because – because – because of the beauty, not because he was watching his heart's greatest desire walking away from him, not because he had what he wanted in his hands but he let go of it and it was just stupid to cry over something that you caused intentionally because it was intentional but why did he do it why was he so stupid why didn't he have a stronger resolve why –

"Harry?" Hermione's touch was light on his arm. "Is everything alright?"

Harry blinked suddenly, rapidly, and took a deep breath. "Yes. Yes, everything's fine."

---

"Hey, so the batteries give electricity how? Justin?" Harry's head turned to see Justin's face inches away from his, eyes focused on his lips. "Uh, Justin?" he asked, and winced inwardly as he registered how incredibly squeaky he sounded.

"Mhm?" the other boy said, shifting closer on the bench so that their sides were now pressed up against each other as he slung an arm around Harry's shoulders. Harry's cheeks flushed and he ducked his head slightly.

"The batteries, you know. How do they – what are you DOING?!" Harry gasped, horrified as a hand found itself on his thigh and Justin leaned all the closer to read Harry's parchment.

"Reading what you wrote. And they don't actually give electricity per se. They give the energy. You see the cells here – " Justin's other hand pointed to the diagram of a cell battery drawn on the parchment, twisting around Harry's neck and brushing against bare skin. "It gives off an electric current and this gives power. Electricity. In a small quantity."

"Oh." Harry wrote it down, and was painfully aware that his right arm was sliding across Justin's chest as he did so.

"You smell nice."

"What?!" Harry jumped slightly, and Justin gave a small laugh.

"I said you smell nice."

"Oh. Uh, thanks, I guess?"

Justin's smile widened and he leaned in closer to sniff at Harry's neck, who held very still, shocked and unsure of what to do. He didn't want to push Justin away – would that be rude? He didn't want to offend anyone. Most of all, he didn't want to leave the project half finished and end up doing the whole thing himself. As long as Justin didn't take it too far, right? As long as nothing *real* happened, then Harry could let it go, right?

Right?!

---

Harry walked slowly to the library. The students had been given permission to visit Hogsmeade today, and so, naturally, they had all disappeared after breakfast.

He sighed, mind full of Draco-thoughts, and sighed again as he watched his feet make their way down the hall.

Harry stopped suddenly as he turned a corner.

Draco.

He had his back to Harry, and was walking very slowly down the corridor, one hand on the wall to keep his balance. His hair was tied back neatly in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and a teddy bear was hanging from it, tiny paws around the hair like a koala hugging a tree. Draco was talking quietly to the bear, and Harry watched as Draco stopped his lethargic walk and leaned against the wall, holding a shaky hand against his forehead.

Was he dizzy? Harry fought the urge to run over, and instead just stood, watching the bear hastily climb over to sit on Draco's shoulder and rub its paws against his temple.

Harry inched towards them, and could make out the bear asking, "Day-co a'ight? Day-co sit down! Day-co don' scare Booboo!!" Draco nodded weakly and slid to the floor, still propped up against the wall. He curled up, head resting on his knees, and Booboo asked something Harry couldn't hear and Draco nodded and Booboo climbed off and waddled off as fast as its short legs could go. It went back towards Harry's direction, and didn't even see Harry until it ran straight into his ankles.

It looked up, and Harry looked down. For a second, he was so shocked all he could do was stare. "Hay-wee Pottie!" it said. "Hay-wee Pottie must help Day-co!" It tugged at the hem of his robe. "Day-co hurt!"

Harry was sure that if it could cry, it would be blubbering away right now. He nodded, and picked the bear up, cradling it in the crook of his arm. "It'll be okay," he said softly, quickly striding over to Draco, who was at the end of the corridor, a good twenty metres away.

"It'll be okay."

---

Justin's hand continued sliding up, fingers brushing Harry's inner thigh lightly, sending a sharp tingle right to Harry's groin. A tongue licked at the pulse point on his neck, and Harry bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut.

It felt so *good*.

Firm hands on his shoulders twisted Harry towards Justin, who continued nipping at his neck as he slowly undid Harry's tie and unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, fingertips barely brushing against Harry's skin.

The last button, and then Justin's hands went to cup Harry's cheeks, green eyes opening wide at the touch. He leaned in for a kiss, and Harry scrambled away suddenly, running a distracted hand through his hair.

"I…I can't. This. I can't. It just. You. We. I."

Justin got up and moved towards Harry. "You liked it," he said, voice low and rumbling. "You liked it when I touched you. Why don't you let me? I can make you feel good, Harry. You know you liked it. You *do* like it."

"I…this…"

"You want me to. And I'll make you feel more pleasure than you've ever felt before."

---

Harry pulled the covers up and tucked Draco tightly into bed. He sighed, glad that his Prefect status gave him a "skeleton password" that allowed him to enter.

The bear, Booboo, was sitting on the pillow, playing with strands of Draco's hair.

Draco had somehow fainted, collapsed, whatever – just that he had lost consciousness and Harry had to carry him back here. Harry tilted his head, and his eyes roamed Draco's sleeping face hungrily, tracing over his features like a blind man seeing for the first time. He knew Draco was still incredibly frail – his breathing was so shallow that he didn't seem to be breathing at all, the sheets were so still around him.

Booboo was humming a song now, and rocking back and forth, still clutching Draco's hair. It looked up suddenly, and gave Harry a Look. "Why Hay-wee Pottie still he-ah?"

"I just want to make sure he's alright."

"Day-co a'ight. Booboo takes care of Day-co. Unlike some."

It was hard to believe that Draco's teddy bear could pass off the Malfoy Look as well, and Harry felt distinctly uncomfortable and shifty. "I do," he said weakly.

Booboo just stared.

Harry frowned. "I do," he said, louder this time.

Booboo kept staring.

"I did," he said, and then sighed. "I didn't."

Booboo nodded like a wise old man, and started to knot Draco's hair messily, finally looking away from Harry. "Hee," it said.

Harry supposed it was supposed to be said disdainfully rather than cheerfully, and so replied, "Yeah."

"Hee," it said again.

Harry hung his head. "I know."

"Hee."

Harry sniffed, pressing the heel of his palms into his closed eyes. "I know, I know, I'm so sorry, I just…"

Booboo stopped, and looked up at him again. "Pottie. Just. You know."

Harry nodded. "I guess. Yes. I just wish – no, you're right. He needs…I need to…He wants…I will."

---

Harry threw his head back, not caring at as he struck painfully against the stone wall. Justin's tongue flicked across his nipple, and Harry couldn't help but cry out as his fingers dug into Justin's shoulders.

"Justin," he said, breathless.

Justin bit lightly on Harry's nipple and lifted his head. "More?"

Harry chewed on his lip for a bare second before giving a brief, hesitant nod. Justin grinned, and resumed his previous task before making his way lower as his hands slid up Harry's thighs, one of them stroking him through his trousers as the other tried to undo his belt.

"Oh!" Harry squeezed his eyes shut, arching against the wall, towards Justin's hands. He could feel the gritty stone slide against his exposed shoulders, and knew they would be red and scratched when this was all over.

~so close so close~

He could feel Justin's breath through the fabric of his trousers, wet and hot, and Harry suddenly wanted Justin to hurry up and get his belt un-DONE already so he could feel that mouth on his straining erection.

"Justin," he moaned. "Hurry."

In reply, Justin licked him through the fabric, being in no hurry to rush things along.

Harry almost screamed, letting out a strangled groan instead.

The door slammed, and Harry frowned, the noise cutting through his haze of arousal, and he opened his darkened green eyes to see silver ones staring straight into his.

---

Harry touched Draco's pallid cheek softly. "Take care of him for me," he said.

"Pottie knows Booboo will."

"I – I do love him, you know."

"Why Pottie tell Booboo?"

"I – I just."

"Hay-wee Pottie can't stay he-ah. Day-co don' want and told Booboo to keep you away. Booboo already bad baby for asking Pottie's help."

Harry nodded. "Yes. I know. I." He leaned over and brushed his lips on Draco's forehead. "I love you," he whispered, fighting back tears as he straightened and walked out of the room without a second glance.

Booboo watched him go, tilting its head to its side, the expression in his eyes somehow human.

To Be Continued!

More notes: Sorry this was a kinda short chapter. All in all, I think it was alright (winces) but not best. I'm getting myself confused with how Booboo talks, heehee. Ah well. I don't know why Booboo was so mean in the last part, but maybe it's because his respect for "Pottie" decreased rather dramatically after hearing what he did. Of course, he heard when Draco told Narcissa, but I don't think Draco told Narcissa everything because he just isn't that type of person.

Next Chapter: Well, I did most of what I said I'd put into Chapters 18/19, so maybe this part will be shorter than Part 1. Or, rather, definitely shorter than Part 1. Or maybe I'll add in something else *ducks flying tomatoes*. Hee! Happy ending though, I promise, because I need one for them!

Thank you SO much to everyone who reviewed Part 1, and also to: Akemi – Hee, yes he has a booboo. Heehee. Couldn't resist. Thank you for reading and reviewing!, mistykasumi – Thank you so much for your review! I think Narcissa would be a good mom, why not? Heehee…, Aurora – Thank you for reading! Had exams, so didn't really work on this until…last night, hee. Hope it was okay!, Callisto Firestarter – Thank you so much for your review! I took French at GCSE level, so I'm not really good at it, but I'm glad I managed to sneak that little sentence in! Um. Hee, chapter 16 is actually the start of Part 2…sorry for not making it clearer!, Tsuyuno – I'm sooo glad you like Booboo! Harry *was* wrong, and he's feeling like crap for it, but I think Draco still can't find it in him to forgive Harry yet. Maybe cause the wound is still fresh? And you're welcome, by the way. I *always* get sick on planes. I think it's because of the circulation thing. You breathe in everyone else's air for the whole flight. Ick., Playboy Bunny, chrisseee667 – Hope this chapter answered your questions! If not, ask me again, heehee, but I'll definitely give more details as the story goes on. I think Part 2 will be a lot shorter than Part 1, but I might add something, so I'm guessing…*maybe* in the twenties? 23? 25? It's a really, really rough estimate right now. Thank you for reviewing!, havelock, Mi Su, Anna, Jezebel, Shikala – Thank you! I'm really really happy that you think so highly of the way I wrote the story and characters! Hope you enjoyed chapter 17!, crimson nightmare – I got part of all 3 reviews, thank you! I sometimes get annoyed with ff.net too, but then they have such a HUGE website with so many hits and users and…you know? I'm so glad you liked chapter 16…hope you like chapter 17 too! If you get confused about the story (I can be a really confusing person) please feel free to email/ask!, Milady69, Queen Vegeta, mystic-flower – Hmm. Well, I think cheating is something that hurts Draco a lot. Pride issues, trust issues…He trusted Harry, which I think is saying a lot, and he had genuine feelings for Harry…and then it all gets spoiled and he gets betrayed, probably at a time when he needed Harry most…, Jubilee – Ooh, I'm glad you like Narcissa and Booboo…and yes, there *are* problems with having a magically enhanced toy. I think most children are weaned off it, but in Draco's case, he probably remained so close since there was no other alternative and because Narcissa was such an indulgent mother. I agree with you about Justin. Hee. Will have to think of some way to "deal" with him, hee. And yes…I don't ever remember the big huge war being half an hour long either, LOL! Hope you like this chapter, especially with the delay!!, S. Wing – Why not try skipping? Sometimes it's more fun, heehee. And I'm glad you like all the angst in this – hope you enjoy this chapter!, Yoink Daydurfurits – Thank you for your review! Hm…Sorry that chapter 16 was confusing. I basically separated this story into 2 parts, before fight and after fight. Chapter 16 begins Part 2 and starts after the fight, so it's mentioned as a thing of the past., Bunny-kuo – Eeee! Thank you so much for your review! I'm glad it lives up to its angsty half-genre, and I'm so happy you like the characters and the writing and oh, I'm just so happy you like it! Hope you liked this chapter too!, Amy-la – Thank YOU for reviewing *bear hugs*, and I think I'll definitely make Booboo a stronger supporting character for Draco, so thank you again!, Cheyseri@aol.com - Um…Harry and Seamus?! Um…do you mean Harry and Justin? And you didn't miss anything – I wrote it as an event that had happened…I kinda skipped over that part and put it as something that happened between the last chapter and then. Hee. Feel free to ask about anything else that might be confusing. Thank you for reading!, TanisaFyre - *severely sweatdrops* hee? Um. 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Harry's heart stopped cause he realised Narcissa knew about him cheating on Draco. I guess it was just a moment of panic? Heehee. Hope you like this chapter!, GLow – Heehee…heeheehee…hee…hope you keep reading long enough to find out! Oh, and neat little fact about Lucius (the emperor dude)…heehee…Thank you!, Silmarien – Thank you for your review! Hope you liked this chapter!, Anne Phoenix – eee…sorry about the cliffhanger. I didn't really continue with it in this chapter…it didn't flow very well the first time I wrote it…anyway, hope this chapter is a good enough substitute for the other…!, throbbing-squirm – Thank you thank you thank you! Hope you like this chapter, too!, Anita Blake – Heehee…wrote snippets of the Harry/Justin thing here…hope that this was what you had in mind…? Thank you for your review!, Klea – LOL! Hope you don't get too lost…! And thank you for reading!, Aurenne – Thank you sooo much!! The Night of Draco's Initiation will be a topic for the future, heehee, but I definitely *will* write a chapter which gives *some* detail of what happened…Thank you for reading and reviewing and everything!, Lia Santana – I'm so so glad you like this story! I definitely *will* have flashbacks of That Night, heehee, and I hope that questions about That Night will be answered in the chapter…until then…shh…! And thank you, exams are almost over!! I lived (barely)!, I Am The Bunny Slayer – Evil author classes? *hides* maybe? :D? I will fix! But not before some more 'fun' happens! *hides again*…, jeannie81 – Thank you for your review, and also for your reviews of my other stories! Thank you (I needed the luck for exams) and hope this chapter answered the question about C&G…Thank you!!!!!!

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