Disclaimer: Ok my attempt to steal Draco has failed so J.K.R still owns everything until I think up another crazy plot OR manage to get out of this penitentiary…LoL
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SORRY THIS IS LATE!!!!!!! My junior year of HS is HELL!!!!!!!!! I've been SWAMPEDDDD with work!!! Remember my boredom?? Well THAT'S out the window! Damn AP classes! Shout out to thank my wonderful AP Physics teacher and her daily quizzes and TONS of HW! Plus I had the PSAT's arggghh!! It was horrible! You'll be seein a lot of crazy vocab in this chapter as I wrote it mostly while I was in PSAT mode LoL so u'll probly be needin some visits to dictionary.com LoL SOOO sorry again!!
SlythindorCh.11: Lice, Dreams, and Horrified Screams
"Oh Headmaster good! I've been trying to find you all day," Professor Mcgonagoll said relieved as she hastily rushed into a classroom she had found Dumbledore in. Her arms were mountainously piled with books as she approached him interrupting his…meditation? He fell from his tranquil floating state as her shrill voice echoed through the room, "The students aren't getting any better, and the ball is but a week away. I can't bear to lose that wager I have with Severus, he'll be giving me that superior smirk he has for the rest of my days!"
"Oh for heaven's sake Minerva! I know I said they should have been getting along better by now, but Peeves informs me that's some of them are progressing quite well…so do try to not get so worked up," he said with his usual smile in a congenial tone.
"You're trusting the poltergeists now Dumbledore? And Peeves at that! I've been hearing an awful lot of complaints about him lately, he's been causing quite a bit of mischief."
"Hasn't he always?" he replied affably with a wink. He smiled with amusement as Mcgonagoll frowned and left the room in the same state of disarray she had entered with.
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As Peeves cut the rope, pure terror washed over them as Draco and Hermione plummeted to the ground screaming at the top of their lungs. It was a long distance to the ground but Draco knew he had about 5 seconds to think of what to do. He took out his wand and realized Hermione's deafening scream had stopped then recalled why that had happened the last time they were in a situation like this. She had passed out again so it was completely up to Draco now to see that their bodies didn't get engraved into the ground. Draco never had quick reflexes but the adrenaline overflow helped a bit as he shouted out a spell.
"Suspendium!" he yelled and heaved a colossal sigh of relief as they stopped in midair about 5 feet from the floor. His breathing was very heavy now from the panic and they were still tangled in the net. He managed to get himself loose though so he cut the net open. He jumped out and looked up at the unconscious Hermione, but as he reached out to extricate her from the rope, Peeves materialized at his side.
"Peeves! You utterly idiotic, thoughtless poltergeist you could have goddamn bloody killed us!" Draco yelled menacingly with his frustration at a maximum from knowing he couldn't clobber a ghost. Peeves was wearing an evil grin and just looked back at Draco bemusedly. Then out of nowhere he pulled out a scratched up old looking wand and pointed it at Hermione.
"What do you think you're do..." Draco began but before he knew it Hermione had been released from his spell. He got below her in time though and caught her tangled up cataleptic body. He looked up at Peeves completely bewildered at his abnormal hazardous behavior.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Are you completely senseless?! Why in bloody hell are you trying to KILL us?!" Draco shouted at him fixing him with a furious glare. Then his irate stare turned to one of bizarre astonishment as he noticed Peeves' eyes were blood red. They stood out against his white, transparent body while he still wore the wicked grin. There was an odd familiarity in them that he couldn't quite place. Then as Draco was still giving him a perplexed look and was opening his mouth to question him, Peeves completely vanished. 'Since when could the Hogwart's ghosts disappear like that? And I know I've seen those eyes somewhere before…but I'll have to deal with that later,' he thought as he approached the common room door with Hermione still in his arms. He swore as he remembered the door wouldn't open without a compliment. He thought for a second and recalled a little way around the door problem…sarcasm.
He smirked, "Hermione has an impeccable ability to stay conscious even through the most frightening situations."
The door swung open. He chuckled superiorly as he entered the empty common room. He figured it was lunchtime and without an effort carried Hermione up to her bed and gently laid her down. He untangled her from the rope then harshly kicked it under the bed. Just then realized, he was also kicking himself. 'What did I just do? WHAT did I JUST do?!' he was dumbstruck as he thought back to his earlier actions. There was something horribly wrong with him and he couldn't take it anymore. With a last glance at her serene state of unconsciousness he bolted down the stairs and out of the common room. Watching carefully for more traps, he made his way to the Great Hall with great difficulty as he kept stopping, deeply considering just slamming his head into the opposite wall. Everything was so confusing for him now as it felt like two sides of his mind were having their own WWF* match. Why was this happening to him? Why couldn't he be like the rest of his family? He wanted so much to just be purely evil like them and yet a part of him longed for the opposite. He always tried his best to be malicious but he never reached that level, he never broke that barrier from rude and immoral to ruthless and merciless. His head ached and the throbbing reverberated throughout his body sending endless pangs of pain and confusion inside of him. Draco was beyond consolation now as he had passed at least three mirrors and had not once commented on how painstakingly ravishing he was. Suddenly, as he approached the door to the Great Hall, he realized that he wasn't even hungry. He changed directions and headed toward the tall, carved wooden front doors. As he opened them an unnatural chill overcame him from the foggy air beyond the frosty doorway, but the feeling went as fast as it came with Draco not even giving it a second thought. He felt better as he left the castle, taking refuge under a tree glistening with snowflakes. This weather usually suited him as his coldness inside matched the icy winter around him, but today it seemed to bother him. He was surprised as a chill went coasting through his veins and suddenly for the first time, he felt uncomfortable in the cold. What was wrong with him today? He felt irritated yet forlorn as he got up and headed back toward the castle a while later, not realizing that someone was watching him…
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Back at the girl's dormitories in Sythindor Tower…uhh or Dungeon… Towngeon? Whatever. Anyway, Hermione stirred as she was being annoyingly nudged repeatedly, but by whom she had no idea. All she knew was that if they prodded her one more time she'd seriously go on a homicidal rampage.
"Hermione? What's wrong with her? Should we get someone to check on her? She's not moving..."
Another nudge.
Hermione grabbed the hand and leapt upright.
"Can't someone sleep a while without being incessantly prodded as if she was the bloody Pillsbury dough boy?!" Hermione opened her eyes and they looked upon a very surprised (and a little scared) Ginny with the gossip crew behind her. Hermione sobered up a bit and released her tight grip of Ginny's hand. She scowled as she got up and slammed the door behind her, catching a few words from their whispers, which included "over worked," "that time of the month," and "St. Mungo's."
Down in the common room the students that returned from Hogsmeade were commencing in their habitual showing off what they bought routine. She heard Harry and Ron calling her from the other side of the room but decided to ignore them and continue out the door as she was in no mood to talk to anyone right now. 'Wait…WHY do I feel so crabby? And how on earth did I get in my dormitory in the first place?' Her mind was crowded with confused thoughts as she rushed through the hallways trying to clear her mind of whatever was bothering her. As she raced around a corner she crashed into someone. She mumbled something about clumsy people that never watch where they're going and continued on her way. A voice called out to her.
"Hermione," was all the person said, very plainly yet a distinct stiffness could be heard. She turned around and felt her stomach turn as Draco stood before her wearing an expressionless face. Suddenly she grabbed her temples and sharply leaned on the wall as memories flooded to her brain. Everything that happened was coming back to her but for some reason she couldn't accept it. 'It was a dream,' she thought, 'Of course it was, I must have gone upstairs to my room and took a short nap.' She shook it off as his eyes gave a look of the slightest concern yet his face remained straight.
"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice not betraying his concern but remaining stable.
"Nothing," she spat shortly, oblivious to the fact that he used her first name, "I was just recalling a bad dream I had, and it's not a surprise that you were in it!"
He couldn't resist smirking slightly, "Dreaming about me now are you?"
She shot him a dirty look, "More like a NIGHTMARE if you ask me."
"Oh really? Trapped with me in a deep dark dungeon? A dragon's stomach perhaps?" he suggested, enjoying the aggravated look she was giving him immensely.
"No! It was a NET for all you care! Which I KNOW you don't because you just enjoy seeing me wound up ever so much!" she shouted expecting to see him smirk in admittance to this accusation, but instead his face lost what little color it had as his expression went from utter surprise to curiosity.
"A net huh?" he asked staring into space.
"Yah…" she answered with a very disturbed voice.
His mind was racing. 'So she thought it was a dream… not too unbelievable. What happened was completely nonsensical and she did end up back in her bed which would explain completely why she thought she dreamt it all,' he stopped to think about what this would mean, 'You know what, it's better this way. I've actually found a way out of this horrible predicament so now we call all forget about it and move on.' But he couldn't forget about it. He had completely lost contact with the world outside his mind and Hermione had begun waving her hand in front of his face.
"HELLO?! What PLANET are you on?!" she yelled as she began clapping her hands trying to get him to snap out of it. She then thought of a better plan. "Draco what's that in your hair? Looks like tiny little itty bitty…oh no could that be…LICE?!"
"What?! Where?!" within a nanosecond Draco had a mirror out from whereabouts unknown and started combing frantically through his hair. Hermione tried to stifle her laughter but instead just turned around and walked away in a much better mood than before, leaving him with his frantic reflection and his frenzied muttering about unhygienic house elves.
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By the next day Hermione was back to normal as she sat paying attention in Charms class. Professor Flitwick was lecturing them about changing hair and eye colors. It was actually a very difficult spell and Hermione was waiting expectantly for this lesson even though she had read everything about it in their textbook already and had mastered the spells. She twirled her hair and thought about how she would wear it the first night. 'Blonde? Nahh reminds me of Pansy. Black? Hmm…everyone's probably going to pick that. But maybe red? That would look nice, I love Ginny's hair…' Just then she snapped out of her reverie as the Professor asked her a question.
"The hair color spells have to end in '-blazio' and the eye ones have to end in '-octazio,' " she answered the question she hardly heard. She was gifted like that, not many people can just know what the question is out of instinct. Hermione had many academic talents. Anyway, moving on, as the Professor praised her for giving the correct answer he finished his lecture and instructional wand waving. He then commenced in breaking them up into groups. Hermione knew she was going to end up with Malfoy. She had picked up Flitwick's pattern from the beginning. He paired each Gryffindor with a Slytherin according to an alphabetical rotation and as last week she had been paired with Sissy Maddock, she was sure to get Malfoy this week. Except now she noticed he was breaking everyone up into groups of three this time…
"Hermione you'll be paired with Draco here, as well as…Ms. Parkinson, yes that's it," he announced shuffling with his scroll. Hermione was given looks of pity from all the Gyffindors and she found that she even pitied herself as she languidly made her way to their table.
"Well if it isn't the poor little mudblood, I don't see why you should even bother with this spell…your hair would look dreadful in ANY color," Pansy spat with a cruel smile toward Hermione. Draco's face betrayed no emotion as he sat there staring into space again.
"Pansy you know if I changed it to Draco's color you'd be all over me so don't embarrass yourself any further," Hermione shot back nonchalantly, ignoring Pansy's stunned look and enjoying Draco's horrified expression.
Hermione had noticed during the lecture that Professor Flitwick let out the section on unnatural hair colors like blue, green, etc. She presumed that he didn't want everyone to get carried away with it, as it was a formal ball after all. She thought nothing of it as she sat at the table. It had a mirror opposite each person's chair and she wasn't surprised to see Pansy with a brush out counting out her brush strokes (her usual is 100) and Draco still checking for any infestation in his hair. 'What exactly is the point of having groups in Charms class?' she thought, 'He once said it was for support and encouragement but in this case it was more like distraction and insults.' She sighed then took hold of her wand to experiment a bit.
"Blackblazio!" she said pronouncing it perfectly and with just the right flick of the wand. Her hair turned midnight black and drew looks of admiration from the other students who could only succeed in lightening or darkening their own hair. Draco and Pansy looked up.
"We're starting already? I'm only up to 65 strokes!" Pansy complained, with Hermione rolling her eyes. Draco's eyes were guarded but she could see that his mouth was curling up the slightest bit.
Hermione took hold of her wand again, "Greenoctazio!" Her eyes became illuminated as they grew a deep green color. Again everyone looked over at the accomplishment.
Draco couldn't help it now, "Well if it isn't the female version of Potter! Black hair and green eyes, seems a bit sickeningly familiar to me…"
Hermione bit her lip then smiled. She hadn't even noticed the resembling hair and eye colors, but took the opportunity to irritate Draco further, "You're right! Hey Harry, come here!" she called him over with a gesturing hand. He glanced in her direction then came over smiling.
He laughed, "If I'd had a sister I don't think she'd look a bit different than you 'Mione."
"Two Potters?! I'd probably lock myself up with a Ridgebacked dragon and pray that it eats me alive!" Draco announced with disgust.
"Well then we'd better get to work on that 'Mione, wouldn't want to miss such an opportunity to have Malfoy shredded into a million tiny pieces!" he said with a side wink to Hermione. Draco looked horrified.
Hermione played along treasuring Draco's face as she continued, "Can we do that? My parents can adopt you! Wouldn't that be fun Harry? And Sirius can come live with us too…"
"I think that's a brilliant idea! Owl them tonight!" he said with fake excitement. Draco was scowling (Pansy was on brush stroke 92).
"Alright it's settled then! There would only be one reason why I wouldn't want to be your sister…" she said mischievously with him giving her a questioning look. She whispered 2 spells and waved her wand toward his head. She burst out laughing along with the rest of the class as she had given him silvery blonde hair and gray eyes.
" 'Mione! I look revolting!" he said with a laugh and a side-glance at Draco.
Draco grinned wickedly, "Actually, I think it's the best you've ever looked Potter!"
Harry scoffed, "I'll get you for this Hermione!" he said in mock outrage as he chuckled. He took out his wand and with determined concentration he whispered two spells. Hermione's hair turned golden and her eyes lit up again into a sky blue. She screamed as she looked into the mirror.
"Done!" announced Pansy as she reached her 100th brush stroke and snapping back into the world outside her reflection. Then as she looked up she dropped her brush with a scream of indignation. Her face turned smug though as she crossed her arms.
"Trying to look like me now are we? I'm not surprised," she announced pompously.
Hermione ignored her and turned to Harry with fake anger, "Harry you're…evil!"
They both laughed, but didn't notice Professor Flitwick approaching from behind them.
"Seems as if you've both gotten it! Well done!" he praised them, then glanced over to see the mirror effect at the table, "Seems we've got a bit of a reflection here!" he said with a chuckle, then with a wicked grin he took out his own wand. Before they could do anything, Flitwick had made Draco and Pansy guinea pigs for a demonstration and with distinct flicks of his wand, and clear diction, the spell was successful. They were afraid to look in the mirror but when they did Draco had black hair and emerald green eyes and Pansy had russet brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. The class roared with laughter at their horrified screams. The professor continued on his stroll around helping everyone and left them in their steaming state.
"I look like I have a tar covered mop on my head!" Draco cried helplessly trying to undo the spell.
"Hey! You're not the one that looks like a Death Eater!" Harry retorted.
Draco shot up from his chair, "What did you call me Potter?" he asked threateningly.
"Stop it! Both of you," Hermione gave them each stern looks. Then in an attempt to lighten things up she said, "At least neither of you look like PANSY!" They both gave the slightest grin but Pansy didn't take it so lightly.
"What did you say?! Because I'm so sure I feel so much better about looking like a filthy disgusting MUDBLOOD!" she shouted loud enough so that Flitwick couldn't hear.
"Shutup Pansy!" Harry yelled but found that he wasn't the only person shouting this retort in her direction. Draco, as if by pure instinct, shouted it just as Harry had. Draco froze, as they all stood dumbstruck looking at him.
He was speechless for a second but as Malfoy's have a cunning ability to cover up their mistake he excused himself, "Must be a side effect of the spell…GREAT now I'm imitating Potter! Augh someone undo this!"
Pansy looked heartbroken, "Oh…so you didn't mean it then? Because I mean…defending a mudblood…"
"Pansy…" Draco found himself seething through his teeth.
"…It's not very death-eater like…" she continued oblivious to Hermione's livid stare.
"I'm NOT a mudblood you self- absorbed brat and he's not a death-eater either! You're just plain bloody cynical!," Hermione felt like there was steam coming out of her ears from how irate she was, "This'll teach you Pansy! Purplazio Flamos!"
Pansy went into hysterics as her hair turned a very deep purple. The rest of the class started to notice and they went into complete fits of laughter. Before Flitwick noticed she ran out of the room in an absolute frenzy. The professor then noticed where the laughter was directed and approached their table.
"What happened? Where's Ms. Parkinson?" he asked looking from one laughter ridden face to the next.
"Oh…she was here…see we were just….then she left and…" Harry tried to ramble out an excuse to no avail. Draco sighed at Harry's inability to formulate a coherent excuse in pressured situations.
"Pansy made a bit of a mistake with her hair sir, so to avoid more embarrassment she's gone to the bathroom to fix it," Draco answered calmly, and with the rest of the class buying it also, the Professor left them alone. Harry and Hermione looked at him incredulously.
Draco thought fast, "Well…I couldn't tell him what happened or he'd have known it was really bad and gone to fix it for her. I happen to want to see Pansy going hysterical over the purple hair for a while longer, for sheer entertainment purposes of course." From the tone of his voice he was definitely trying to cover something up. Although his excuse was plausible, seeing that it was well known that he took pleasure in other people's anguish, his tone betrayed a glint of untruthfulness. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other questioningly, but before they could even think about that, their attention was brought again to their outrageous hair and eye colors. They each let out a small laugh and changed their hair colors back to normal. They could have sworn Draco's eyes gave a somewhat pleading look.
Harry snickered, "I think that's the best YOU'VE ever looked Malfoy. I know there's nothing more you'd enjoy than to spend the day looking like ME!" he said, as he ran his fingers through his hair and winked mockingly.
"Shutup Potter," Draco retorted scowling, then undeniably gave Hermione a what-have-I-done-to-deserve-this look. From the responding expression on her face it was a great many things but there was something really disturbing about him looking like Harry. So, she inaudibly whispered something in Harry's ear, then swiftly took out her wand. Draco's eyes lit up (well, went from dark to dim) and he prepared to have his hair restored to its gorgeous lustrous color, but instead, to his horror it turned fiery red and his eyes color changed to turquoise blue.
Draco cried out in disgrace and humiliation, "How dare you make me look like a filthy Weasley!" He thundered as he grabbed his wand and tried his hardest to turn his hair back, losing concentration as everyone was doubled over with laughter including Ron. By the time he was able to change his eye color back the class was over. His hair still had bright red streaks in it to his utter annoyance and irritation, as they clashed greatly with his silvery blonde strands. It couldn't be helped since Harry and Hermione were the only ones who got the spell, and he feared that he'd have to stay with this horrid hair until they finished the lesson next class. Everyone watched as he let out an exasperated groan and stormed out of the room. Hermione felt a bit guilty, but it was just a joke after all, and a bloody good one at that. Visions of Pansy's hair made her feel better though as she stuffed her things into her oversized bag and headed out the door with Ron and Harry, still chuckling over the Slytherin's multi-colored hair.
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That evening, Draco gazed darkly out the window at the trio who were walking back toward the castle from a visit to Hagrid's Hut after classes that day. He ran his hand through his blonde-red hair from frustration. His insides were twisted with mixed emotions. He felt angry yet frustrated, but he couldn't understand the source of frustration. His anger stemmed mostly from his bizarre actions yesterday and the disastrous events in Charms today. As he watched them laugh jovially as they approached the castle doors he could almost feel his temperature rise from annoyance. But why? He didn't understand why that would possibly bother him. He cracked his knuckles irritably as he sat on the tall polka-dotted chair in the corner near the window. Draco thought back to what Hermione had said the day before about her "dream." In a sense he could see why she could have thought it was a dream but in another sense, he couldn't believe it. How do you forget that something like happened? He sure wouldn't forget it anytime soon, yet Hermione was taking it like it was some sort of apocalypse. Well, so was he, but it was different…he knew it was real. His mind was filled with a sea of emotions, none of them coming together to form a logical explanation to what he was feeling. She was probably going to come in the room right now, all happy with her friends, and give him a mocking look, still oblivious to what had happened. Just then, he knew that he couldn't possible bear that so before he knew what he was doing he had bolted from his seat, and headed for the girl's dormitory. He discreetly went through the door and dashed up the stairs. Well for part of the stairs, until he realized that he was dashing, then he continued up with some dignity. Opening the door, he entered into the dimly lit room, and was glad to find it empty. He made his way to her bed and bent down to look under it for the net. He had kicked it under when he had brought her back and it was the only evidence that what happened wasn't a dream. It was too dark to see, but as he was about to light up his wand he heard a scream from behind him.
"MALFOY!," she gasped, as he bolted upright, "What in BLOODY HELL are you doing here?!" She wore an expression on anger and confusion. She glanced down at the spot where he was crouched down, "What were you looking for?" she demanded.
He seemed to have lost his voice for a minute, but it came back to him as her face darkened more, "Your dream," was all he managed to drawl out.
She looked at him even more confused than before. What did he want to know about her dream? The last time she had brought it up, he looked like his brain passed out from shock. She hadn't thought about it since then, and thoughts of the dream were accompanied by a chill when she remembered what had happened. It made her look at him differently, but she couldn't quite place how, it was just a product of her overworked subconscious after all. She had dismissed it completely just like any other dream. There seemed to be more to it though. What was going on? His curiosity was odd along with the fact that he was standing in front of her in the Girl's Dormitories with a nonsensical explanation to why he was here. 'Did I tell anyone else what happened in my dream?" she thought, 'No, I wouldn't have done anything like that. What's going on? Why in Merlin's beard he looking under my bed?'
"What ABOUT my dream?" she demanded, giving him a speak-or-die look.
Suddenly he got a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, that maybe her dream was about something else. Maybe she did remember everything, but had some other dream with him and a net. However unlikely that was, he had an impulse to ask her about if she remembered anything from the day before.
Changing the subject slightly he asked, "What were you doing yesterday before everyone came back from Hogsmeade?"
Thrown off by his interrogating tone, she answered, "I was asleep right here on my be-"
He cut her off, "No before that," he continued grilling her.
She couldn't remember a thing, all she could remember was her chat with Hayden then with Parvati and Lavender. She became flustered, "Why?" she demanded.
"You don't remember do you," he stated without a questioning tone. His face turned stiff from a source that was unclear to her.
"Remember what?! Malfoy, WHAT is going on?!"
"Nothing," he replied shortly and made move toward the door.
"Then WHY did you come here?!" she asked practically shouting, blocking his way to the door. His face was masked but his eyes revealed a fleeting glint of dejection. She softened, "What's the matter?
"Why do you care?" he snapped.
"Well, the state of your hair is my fault, now isn't it?" she replied, glancing at his hair and had to cough to stifle her laughter.
He scowled, but as he watched the dim candlelight dance on her face his anger diminished. He knew this, whatever it was that was between them, had to end. He wouldn't let what was eating at him consume him entirely; he was too strong for that. Whatever it was that made him feel different around her, that made him want to change, that made him jump to her defense in an instant, that made him feel emotions he'd never felt before; all of it had to stop now. Hermione watched as his eyes flickered with emotion, but in a fleeting moment they turned icy again.
He made another move toward the door, but she stopped him placing her hand on his chest, "Tell me why you're here," she said softly.
Her touch made a quiver run through his body, but he was determined, "It's pointless for you to find out now, just leave me alone," and with that he made his way past her and out the door. She gazed on his departing figure, completely puzzled. She didn't understand what his problem was. 'He was in MY dormitory, then he tells me to leave him alone! He must be sniffing dragon dust or something,' she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. Her eyes made their way to the bottom of her bed, 'I wonder what he was looking for,' she thought, crouching down, 'He should know that NOTHING is pointless for me to find out.' She took out her wand, "Lumos!" She felt around as she searched for anything peculiar. She couldn't see or feel anything, 'Unless he was looking for dust bunnies, I have no clue what Draco was on about.' She started to get up, muttering some more about drug use when she caught sight of something. Something was sticking out from a pile of rubbish near the far corner bedpost. She crouched down again and started pulling what seemed to look like a piece of rope. She tugged at it and out it came…a net. Her face lost all its color as she sat and stared at it. The net even had the rip in it, and all the happenings of the previous day streamed through her mind quickly, plaguing every part of her body, paralyzing her. She couldn't move from disbelief. The net, all that he said…the kiss…it was all real…The impossible had become possible…and there was no going back.
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Kk Well I'll try my hardest to post another one soon but I can't make any promises due to a current HW OVERLOAD! LoL PLZZZZZ review!! They really motivate me hahaha and no incessant begging this time on my part the reviewaholics anonymous classes have been goin good LoL! Shout outs to my friends Mel n Kristen! Go read their fics! They're user names are SweetWater and ShadowSlyterin! Both have GREAT D/H fics!! REEAADDDD they'll keep ya busy till I post again kk? Cyyaaa n sorry again!!
