Vulpinae
By Mnemosyne
A/N:
NEWS FLASH: It has come to my attention that in my earlier chapters, I indicated that Ginny was in her 3rd year. I am really sorry you guys, I thought I changed that before sending it out on the net. It's my fault, I apologize. Ginny's really supposed to be in her 5th year – making her 15 years old. I REPEAT, GINNY'S IN 5TH YEAR AND SHE'S 15 YEARS OLD. I'll revise this when I can.
Now back to the regular notes:
Okay you guys, this gonna be a very busy chapter. Lots of things are going to happen – so I hope you can keep up. Also, school's starting back again soon and it's my senior year so I may not be able to update as often as I would like. So, let's get to the story. When last we met, we left off with Colin winning a date with Ginny. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.
Chapter 7: "L" is for the Way You Look at Me
~Ginny Weasley~
Another day, another possible humiliation. Ginny glumly put on her clothes and tied her hair back into a neat ponytail.
"Ginny! What's taking so long? We're going to be late!"
"Coming 'Mione!"
She sighed. Sometimes Hermione is worse than Mum. Ginny took out a bottle from her trunk and experimentally sniffed it. Well, there's no help for it. This was the only plan she could devise to offset her scent. Why not cover it up with another odor? She spritzed some on and grimaced at her reflection in the mirror before coming down the stairs.
Ginny's perfume announced her presence even before Hermione caught sight of her.
"Ginny, how much perfume did you put on?" Hermione started coughing and waving her hands in the air to dispel the stench.
Ginny feigned a bright smile and said cheerfully, "It's a new fragrance. Doesn't it smell lovely?"
Hermione held her nose. "Maybe I could actually smell it if it wasn't this strong."
Ginny put on a wry smile and said, "I guess I went a bit overboard."
As both girls marched on to class, a small space cleared up around them as people's eyes watered. Most students looked bewildered as the noxious fumes of the overwhelmingly strong perfume enveloped them. The hall was cleared in a matter of minutes. The students of Hogwarts had never been so eager to get to class.
Their first stop was Snape's dungeon. As usual, the 6th year Gryffindors had Potions with the Slytherins. With a wave at an embarrassed Ron and a goodbye to Hermione, Ginny sauntered off to Herbiology.
On the way she spied Fred and George in a corner whispering secretively. She immediately changed course and headed for them.
"…still think we ought to give this one a chance…" George was saying to Fred, as he paused to mark something on a small piece of parchment.
"No way!" Fred interjected. "He's allergic to dog hair…"
"But she's hardly a—"
Ginny cleared her throat to announce her presence. Both her brothers started and shot her startled looks.
"Gin!" George gave a nervous laugh. "What are you doing here?"
Ginny's gaze narrowed, but she answered evenly, "I wanted to borrow one of your brooms to practice after class."
George's face cleared and he laughed delightedly. "Aww…," he teased, "Is our little ickle sister gonna try out for the Quidditch team this year?" Fred successfully ruffled her hair despite her attempts to dodge him.
"That's beside the point!" Ginny snapped. Her eyes tightened dangerously as she said, "I know you're up to something." She waved a foreboding finger. "You better hope mum doesn't catch you. She's still sore about your O.W.L.S. and you know we'll ALL be in for it."
Fred gave her a wounded look. "We're not doing anything, are we George?"
George looked very innocent. "Nope, not a thing Fred." Ginny did not look convinced. If anything she opened her mouth to give them a good talking to.
Sensing trouble, Fred looked around for an escape route while George searched for a distraction. His gaze brightened as it fell on Colin, who was positioned unobtrusively in a corner obviously waiting for a chance to talk to the twins.
"Colin old chap! We didn't see you there."
Ginny offered Colin a surprised, yet delighted "Hallo."
Colin cringed as he furtively looked at Ginny, and transferred his attention to the Weasley twins. "Er…about what we discussed, I'm having second thoughts. I don't think I can do it." Ginny watched suspiciously as the three boys exchanged stares. She rolled her eyes.
George's gaze rested on Ginny, before he gave a loud hearty laugh and said, "What are you talking about? Of course you'll do it."
Ginny's eyes narrowed. "What are you not telling me?"
George fabricated. "Nothing Gin. Just guy stuff – a…a…dare! That's it – we dared Colin to do something."
Ginny looked at Colin with a concerned frown. "If it's dangerous, I don't think you should do it. I don't want you to get hurt." She shot her elder brothers a deadly glance.
Fred gave a hearty laugh belying the hard stare that was directed at Colin. "Yeah Colin, we wouldn't want you to get hurt." Colin nearly staggered to the ground as George gave him a "friendly" slap on the back.
George smiled placatingly at Ginny, as he reiterated, "As you said Gin, safety is key." He gave Colin another one of those friendly slaps.
Colin managed to dazedly cough out an echoing, "My safety is key…"
Still looking doubtful but faced with possible detention for being late, Ginny dragged Colin off to class. From a distance she heard one of the twins shout, "Hey Ginny! Nice perfume!" Ginny scowled and she turned around to stick out her tongue at them. Colin's hesitant remark of "Gin…I think your brothers are right. Isn't your perfume a bit too strong?" earned him a similar scowl.
--Traveling back in time, destination: Earlier that morning--
~Draco Malfoy~
Three sets of eyes of varying hues, green, gray, and gold, lay arrested at the sight in the doorway. Three different reactions accordingly ensued. The green eyes looked away with a slight blush on his cheeks and diligently studied his desk. The golden gaze narrowed and a speculative smile grazed the boy's face. The gray eyes usually filled with frost, filled with admiration and remained trained on the doorway. The fact that Hermione Granger stood there had nothing to do with the aforementioned reactions. It may have to do with a red-haired figure that appeared as quickly as she disappeared. Of course, to do Hermione justice, she had her own set of eyes that brightened at the sight of her. These very same brown eyes filled with embarrassment as he met the similar chocolate gaze of his little sister. She gave him a mischievous little wave, unseen by her three admirers, before disappearing.
Draco's gray gaze met Ladon's golden ones and tension heated their eyes. Draco's eyes darkened as he gave a warning growl and said, "She's mine. I saw her first."
Ladon answered with a diffident sniff, but his eyes flashed a warning as he replied. "As far as I'm concerned, she's fair game. I don't see your mark on her." He withheld a smile. Honestly, the Malfoys could be so possessive.
Draco opened his mouth to give a scathing remark but was interrupted by Snape's arrival heralding the start of class. Cheated, Draco threw Ladon a deadly glance. Ladon in turn coolly ignored him.
Snape cleared his throat oblivious to the escalating hostility between his favorite student and his new one. "It seems that Mr. Longbottom has yet again met with an unfortunate accident." Automatically, two identical sneers appeared on Snape's and Draco's faces. "Since Ms. Granger seems to be missing a partner, Mr. Skraeli will assist her." At this announcement, Ladon turned to give Draco a self-satisfied smirk before schooling it into a more impassive expression as he moved to take his place beside Granger.
What was that idiot smiling about? Skraeli knew perfectly well that Granger was a mudblood. So what possible advantage does his position hold? He doesn't need her for the grades (Draco hated to admit it, but Skraeli is damn good at Potions). So what…? He mind drifted off in contemplation while completing his assignment.
In the middle of grinding some skrewts into powder, inspiration struck. Of course! The mudblood knew his angel. He hadn't noticed earlier because he was too busy admiring her and being teased by her particular brand of smell. Draco looked in the direction of Granger and Skraeli. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he saw the usually practical Gryffindor blushing and smiling. He grinded his skrewts harder, hardly noticing that the potion didn't call for a powder that fine. Blast it! At the rate the blackguard was charming Granger, Skraeli would probably meet his red-head and get his filthy paws on her before Draco could so much as blink.
Unbeknownst to Draco, a similar response was taking place but on completely different grounds. Ron Weasley grinded his teeth and his skrewts in frustration. To his mind, Hermione fancied rather stupid chaps – first Lockhart, then Krum, and now this new fellow. So what if the girls all sighed about his midnight black hair and his intense gold eyes that could penetrate their souls and darkest fantasies (all these details compliments of Parvati and Lavender, of course).
Ron scowled and plodded along Potions class while dark thoughts ran through his mind. It's not as if he's charming, he told himself crossly. A little voice from the back of his mind answered, "He's charmed McGonnagall and you know how much she detests Slytherins." So? Ron shot back. He's not funny – probably doesn't have a great sense of humor. "He's making Hermione laugh and you know how much humor she has…NONE." Ron mentally shook his head in denial. Ladon's not one of her best friends; it's not as if he's close to her. "They look very close to me," the voice insinuated slyly. He looked up to find two heads of brown and black very close together talking intimately. Ron growled, while Harry shook his head in sympathy. Poor Ron…
***
~Ginny Weasley~
Ronald Weasley is dead. Ginny had made up her mind. He's going to die today. As if it wasn't enough that Percy was throwing men at her, Ron had shown up with his own candidate – Harry Potter. In other circumstances, Ginny might have thought it a very sweet gesture on his part, but her daft brother has forgotten the teenie little aspect of her scent. Why else had she been avoiding coming into close contact with the boy she's been in love with since the tender age of ten?
Now, all thanks to Ron, she was in a dither. She's to meet Harry in the common room in the guise of helping him with Arithmancy. Ginny buzzed around the room throwing clothes all over the place, while Hermione looked on in amusement. What should she wear? Should she wear her hair up or down? "Don't be silly, Ginny," she chided herself. "It's not a date." To compromise she pulled her hair into a ponytail and put on some lipgloss. And last…Ginny closed her eyes, as she got ready to spray some perfume. Oh well, here goes…
"Ginny," Hermione interrupted her ritual. "I don't think you need that perfume. You'd smell better without it."
Ginny looked at Hermione and said desperately, "Yes I do. You don't understand." Looking at Ginny's face of misery, Hermione sighed and said, "Wait a moment." She rummaged through her trunk and came out with a potion vial. "Here, try this – I think it'll help."
Ginny morosely shook her head. "No, it won't Hermione…"
Despite her protests, Hermione sprayed some on Ginny. "There. Now go out there and get Harry." Hermione pushed Ginny into the common room, which was as usual, filled with busy activity. Ginny froze. She hadn't realized that there were so many males in Gryffindor before. She cautiously stepped forward, waiting for somebody to notice something amiss. When nothing happened, she began to gain confidence and walk past a couple of guys. Nobody seemed to be turning green or gagging. In fact, a flattering number of boys paused to give her appreciative looks. Wonderingly, Ginny turned to look at Hermione who only gave her a thumbs-up sign. How was this possible?
Ginny's confident step faltered. Hermione knows. This could be the only explanation. She peered into Hermione's brown eyes and saw nothing but friendship. Ginny relaxed. Hermione is one of the most trustworthy people she knew – her secret was safe. "We'll talk later," Ginny mouthed. Hermione nodded, immediately understanding what the topic of conversation will be. "The library," Hermione mouthed in response. Ginny nodded and faced forward to give a blushing Harry a bright smile.
"H…hi Gin," Harry stammered.
Ginny gave an answering blush. "Hi Harry."
Her heart racing with excitement, Ginny had a marvelous time with her study partner. To her delight, she seemed to have lost her awkward habit of becoming tongue-tied. She looked at Harry discreetly through her lashes and enjoyed how enthusiastic and shy he would become in her presence. He seemed to have trouble on deciding how to treat her. On the one hand, she was Ron's little sister, who would see him as himself, simply as Harry. On the other, she grew awfully pretty over the summer and could now be registered under the heading of "girl" as opposed to "little sister." But strangely enough, Ron had been pushing Harry to get to know Ginny better this year. Normally, the overprotective boy would growl at the thought of anybody approaching his little sister (even Harry was not an exception to this rule had he been interested). So what had changed? Harry gave a mental shrug and concentrated his full attention on his lovely teacher. "Good thing Hermione had S.P.E.W. tonight," he thought. Studying with Ginny was infinitely better.
He hesitantly looked up at Ginny. "Gin, would you like to…"
Ginny's eyes brightened as she looked excitedly at Harry. This is it. This was her moment – right at this very instant, THE Harry Potter was going to ask her out. Her mouth opened, poised to say "yes" the moment Harry finished his question. She gave an inward squeal and patted herself mentally on the back. This is it, Ginny old girl…your dream come true…
Harry looked adorably insecure, "I mean…what I'd like to ask you is…if you –"
"Hey, you're Ginny Weasley right?"
The Boy-Who-Lived never got to finish his question because another boy, who looked to be in his 5th year, interrupted him.
Ginny felt like screaming. The rosy picture of a cozy fireside moment with Harry Potter vanished. "Yes, I am" she snapped.
The oblivious 5th year looked relieved and said, "Name's Ervin. How'd you like to go out with me to Hogsmeade next weekend?"
Ginny was taken aback. "Er…I'll have to think about it Ervin…"
Ervin's face brightened and he said, "Oh, okay. Take your time. You sure are awfully pretty." With that parting remark he skipped away to a crowd of boys of varying ages all grouped together.
Ginny looked back expectantly at Harry. Harry grew even more uncomfortable. "Well, what I was trying to ask is…Ginny…would you…will you…I mean –"
"Excuse me, Ginny? I know this is short notice and that you don't really know me, but we've been in classes together…I just want to ask…Would you like to go out with me sometime this month?"
She looked up at another 5th year with annoyance. "Gideon, isn't it?" At his delighted nod, she said, "I don't know Gideon…can I talk to you about this later?"
"You're Ginny Weasley? Wow! Fred and George were right. You do look hot!" This exclamation from an anonymous source resounded throughout the Gryffindor common room.
After Gideon, it seemed like there was a never-ending flow of boys of varying ages from 5th to 7th year waiting to ask her out. Harry became very uncomfortable. "Listen, Gin…I guess I'll talk to you later after you have all this sorted out." Ginny gave him an apologetic grin, although inside she wanted to die. Why? Why did these sort of things happen to her? Is her love for Harry fated to remain a secret? To wither and die as she grew old and decrepit? Letting out a resigned sigh, Ginny gathered her things and got ready to meet an eager Hermione in the library.
The library was almost completely deserted when Ginny entered.
"How'd it go?" asked an excited Hermione.
Ginny blushed. "Oh Hermione, Harry was so wonderful! I was even sure he was going to ask me out to Hogsmeade next week – " She scowled. " – until those boys showed up and ruined everything." At Hermione's inquiring look, Ginny explained. "They showed up out of nowhere and started asking me for dates. And they were not just from my year either; there were 6th years and 7th years. Harry couldn't even get a word in and left."
Hermione gave her a sympathetic pat accompanied with a thoughtful look on her face. Could Fred and George be…? Of course not! Everybody knew how overprotective the Weasley boys were of their little sister. Unless…if what she researched was correct…
"Ginny, from what I've researched, don't vixens need to find mates almost immediately? The books never really clarified why – "
Ginny interrupted, "How did you know what we, I mean, what I am 'Mione? I was so careful."
"I didn't until this year when I pieced all the clues together. First, your dungbomb accident was impossible because no dungbomb can be gender specific. Second, why should Dumbledore give you special permission to stay with me if it was only a prank gone wrong? Madame Pomfrey could have given you a special bath potion or performed an anti-stench spell to take the smell away. Third, I found Percy's letter on your bed. That along with all your brothers suddenly throwing boys at you, when they would normally go ballistic at the thought of you dating, might have thrown me in the right direction. There was only one solution. I didn't want to consider it because Vulpinae's are so rare, but it all adds up. From my research, Vulpinae's are notorious for having large families, and it has also been recorded that vixens' scents become so magnified as to overwhelm a human's nose when searching for a mate; not to mention the fact that your home is called the Burrow – exactly what your vulpine forms would live in. When that special potion I gave you worked, it only proved what I already surmised. "
Ginny stared awestruck at Hermione who barely paused for breath throughout her explanation. "I guess that's why Dumbledore let me room in with you. He probably knew that you would figure it out and trusted that you would help me. Why didn't you tell me that you knew?"
"I wanted you tell me when you were ready." Ginny gave the startled Hermione a spontaneous hug.
"This is so great! You don't know how much I've wanted to talk about this with another girl, I mean, besides my mom."
"Gin, what I don't understand is why you need to find a mate immediately. I know that your scent becomes haywire to attract Vulpinae males. Your numbers are dwindling and with so few females, your bloodlines have become diluted making it less probable that your descendants can fully transform."
"'Mione, you seem to know more about this than I do. All I know is that I'm more vulnerable to exposure during this time and that finding a mate will help "ground me." What ever that means."
Hermione gave Ginny a surprised look. "How can you not know? Surely you must have a guide of some sort like your mother."
Ginny rummaged through her bag and held out her Vulpinae Sexuality: Going Through Puberty book (GTP for short) disguised as Hogwarts: A History. Her friend gave her an excited look. "I've heard of these books. Nobody knows where they came from, but every Vulpinae family has it and passes it down from generation to generation. If I remember correctly, there must be a key set of words to activate the spell."
Ginny gave her a secret smile, took out her wand, and whispered, "Vulpes vulpes." To Hermione's delight, the book's title transformed and flipped to a new page. "Now, you can think of a question and it will answer. Like this." Ginny silently asked, "Tell me more about the Vulpinae body."
As the book started to obediently script its answer, Hermione said, "That's amazing Gin! What did you ask it?" Before Ginny could answer, a distracted Hermione frowned and said, "That Malfoy is up to no good. Why is he staring at you like that?" Ginny's head tilted to turn around. "No! Don't turn around, he'll know for sure that we've spotted him. What is he up to?" Hermione shut their books with resolve. "Come on Gin. Let's go up to our room to talk. Who knows what those ferret ears might hear?" With that comment, Hermione efficiently marched Ginny through the library doors with Malfoy's eyes boring through her head.
As they reached the prefects' dorms, Ginny dug in her heels and said, "Hermione, I don't really feel like talking right now. I just think I need a little one-on-one with myself." She handed Hermione her books before escaping into the confines of the Prefect bathroom.
***
--1 week later--
~Draco Malfoy~
Draco emitted a low growl as he once again caught a glimpse of his fiery-haired angel surrounded by a mob of adolescent boys. He could practically smell the lust coating the air and with a heavy scowl, he shoved some of the pubescent drooling maggots aside.
"Move," he ordered one of the cringing boys. Draco Malfoy was not in a good mood. His only consolation was that Ladon has not yet contrived to meet her. All week, it seemed as if her scent haunted him and he detected her presence everywhere. He would inhale her unique fragrance and frustratingly sometimes catch a fleeting view of his mysterious lady. Through some sort of mysterious fluke of the universe, he could never once see her visage fully. If he was lucky, he'd see a stray shoulder or a lock of hair. Somehow, every time he almost reached her, she either disappears or an annoying disturbance occurs.
"Hallo Draco," said a chirpy female voice. Like this one.
Draco gave the bothersome female a glare and gave a grunt as an answer. Pansy for some reason or the other, seemed immune to his fluctuating moods.
"So," Pansy continued unfazed, "Will you go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?" She batted her eyelashes for effect and paused as she watched Draco casually fling another boy to the side. She daintily kept pace with Draco while waiting patiently for his answer. Pansy would look up every now and then to admire his profile. She knew with great certainty that they would make the perfect couple. His icy blond looks perfectly complemented her airy blondness. They were matched in bloodlines and breeding. She gave a sigh of admiration as she watched him angrily toss another boy. Pansy placed her hand pleadingly on his arm and said, "Draco…"
"What Pansy?!" he snapped.
"Go with me to Hogsmeade," she whined softly.
Draco gave her a dismissive look and firmly said, "No." With that, he resumed plucking his way through his angel's crowd of suitors, leaving Pansy to stare dumbly at him. She caught her bearings and hurried forward to entreat him.
"Draco…" she whimpered, "I told the girls that you were going with me. You wouldn't want to embarrass me, would you?" When this garnered no response, she slyly looked at him through her lashes and continued. "I guess I'll be going with Ladon then." There! That was sure to earn her a response; Pansy knew of the rivalry between Draco and Ladon.
Draco paused in his travails, looked her up and down derisively, and gave a short bark of laughter. "You can go with Longbottom for all I care," he told her harshly. He went forward to once again pave his way to his angel, when he stopped. He turned around and gave a considering look to the angry Pansy. "You wouldn't happen to know who that girl is," he asked. Pansy gave him a disdainful look before answering in freezing tones, "Why no. Why ever would I know that?" With that retort, Pansy marched her way out of the crowd of crazed hormonal boys that Virginia Weasley managed to gather. Pansy's brain whirred as she processed Draco's request. A Malfoy asking after a Weasley? Surely not.
~Ginny Weasley~
Ginny sighed. Ah, this is the life. A bath is exactly what she needed. After this hectic week, she deserved this little pleasure. This week she'd been barraged and besieged by boys soliciting her for dates. She should be enjoying all the attention, but she just felt stifled and embarrassed. She languorously stretched her arms and trapped her silky mane with a couple of pins. She needed this. Thank god Hermione had told her about this little spot of heaven – a.k.a. the Prefects' bathroom. She settled down to enjoy her bath.
~Draco Malfoy~
What a hectic week. It seemed as if fate dictated that he should never see his angel's face fully. He came so close that night in the library, until Granger that is. Draco gave an irritated scowl and vigorously scratched his blond locks in frustration. It was a little habit of his that never failed to get him even more irritated. "I need a bath," he thought. Yes, a bath was just the thing to relax him. As he wandered down the hall towards the Prefect's bathroom, he stopped and sniffed – that elusive scent. Draco closed his eyes to savor it. Maybe today would finally be the day he found her. Hang the bath! Draco followed the scent. His brows lifted in surprise as he saw he was right in front of the Prefect's bathroom. She was a Prefect? Surely not, he would have noticed her in all those meetings.
Draco's hand closed around the knob as he prepared to go in. He stopped. Suddenly, insecurities that had never plagued him before rose in his mind. What if she wasn't what he dreamed she was? Worse yet, what if he wasn't what she would expect? He looked down at himself and then gave a self-assured smirk. Who wouldn't want this?
The door opened quietly as Draco stepped into the spacious bathroom to locate his angel. His hard gaze softened as he found her sleeping in the tub. She was just as he imagined. Her long dark lashes lay on her creamy cheeks. Her pink tinted lips turned up at the corners to form a slight smile. And her hair! What a goddess – a magnificent color of red. The gleaming masses lay on top of her head. Never in his imagination would he have chosen that color, but on her, the color was becoming – the perfect shade to offset her skin and chocolaty brown eyes. Unable to help himself, Draco gave her body a knowing glance of appreciation. Drawn to her, he came closer until his face was just inches off from her face. She was even lovelier up close. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. Yes, this was his angel.
As he opened his eyes, he saw hers flutter open. Draco gave her what he thought was his most welcoming smile. Her rosebud mouth opened and Draco smiled even wider. To his astonishment, his angel screamed and SMACK! She slapped him.
"M…Malfoy! What are you doing here?!" She frantically looked around and splashed some more bubbles on her chest. "You stupid ferret! Pervert! Wait till Ron or my other brothers hear about this – you're dead, do you hear me, D-E-A-D, dead!"
Draco was still in shock from her sudden attack. Her words finally registered in his mind and his gaze narrowed in fury. The red hair, that stubborn chin…it could only be a Weasley. A WEASLEY! His mind screamed. Draco was shivering in rage. It all made sense now.
His voice came out dangerously silky. "So what was it little Weasel? You tried a little love charm on Potter? It worked too well didn't it? Now you have half the men in this school panting for you. It figures that a Weasley would prove herself to be incompetent – not being able to perform a simple love charm."
By now Ginny had stopped her frantic search for bubbles. Her eyes widened in shock as she heard his accusations. She yelped incredulously, "YOU, you think that I performed a love charm on Harry!?"
"What am I supposed to think, little Weasel? The hair, the lack of freckles…you must have been pretty desperate to go through these measures. Don't forget, no matter how much Malfoys want to ignore trash, they can't help but see it. I saw you before this ridiculous transformation. When was it?" Draco gave a malicious smile, "Oh yes, I remember now – before you opened the Chamber of Secrets."
Ginny gave a shriek of pain. "YOU BASTARD!" She lifted herself halfway up the tub, her arm raised ready to strike him.
To her frustration, Draco easily caught her wrist and said, "Tut…tut little Weasel. Such violence." Ginny watched his gaze lower to her breasts, which were no longer submerged in water. He smiled a predatory smile. "Look what I've caught. Too bad you've got those bubbles for cover, Weasley." He gave an admiring whistle as he looked her over. His smile widened when he saw the little Weasel gasp and quickly used her other arm to cover herself. He released her wrist and Ginny scuttled to the far reaches of the tub.
Her anger forgotten, Ginny looked up in horror as she saw Draco's new activity. Her voice trembled as she asked him, "M…M…Malfoy, what are you doing?"
Draco answered with a grin as he nonchalantly opened a button on his shirt. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
A/N: Ta da! As promised, a longer chapter. Well, what do you think? Maybe I should change the rating of my story. For those of you who didn't really want a scene like this, I apologize. It's just how the story wrote itself out. Don't worry, it's not going to turn into a smut fic – action will be going on, but I won't go into details – just leave enough for it to be exciting (at least I hope it'll be exciting). I want to apologize for turning in this chapter so late, I hoped a longer chapter would appease you. I just have so many things going on with college coming up. So please be a little understanding.
