A/N: Oh dear! I broke my promise x_X I said that I'll be able to update
EVERY single Friday, but I couldn't yesterday! ACK! I owe all of you guys a
HUGE, BIG apology! I would never let you guys wait THIS long, but I had so
much homework and all, ARGH! Add in a couple of Chinese homework and a test
today, and aye. Brain destruction. Okay this chapter, snog fest x] as
promised, and hope I wrote it well. =T I don't write much mushy stuff
like.........kissing, hugging, saying "I love you" and all much, I'm not THAT use
to it, yet!
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Harry sighed starring into the fireplace. It was very late at night, and most of the Gryffindors were asleep. Only Harry and Hermione were the only ones left in the common room. Hermione was hidden behind several stacks of books. Harry sat on the couch, brows furrowed, thinking. So far, Harry made little process of thinking properly; his mind kept on wandering off.
Hermione put down her quill and started proofreading her essay.
"I thought you're through with the homework," Harry said.
"I found more information, I had to rewrite my whole essay," Hermione said tiredly.
Harry returned his gaze back to the fireplace, continuing his pointless stare at the fire.
"What's on your mind?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing."
"You seem dazed, like you're on another planet."
"Just thinking."
"Do you need to talk about it? I know when someone is having troubles."
Harry gave her a weak smile, shaking his head.
"A lot has been on my mind lately, nothing anyone can do," Harry said.
"Okay then, but you can talk to me anytime you want Harry. Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean you should be afraid of telling me things," Hermione said. "Unless if you had a change of your best friends, and I'm no longer included."
"Of course not! You'll always be one of my best friends!" Harry said.
Hermione smiled while packing up, "That's good to know. Well, I'm done for the day. Good night."
"Night Hermione," Harry said watching Hermione's retreating form.
What now? Harry wasn't tired and he felt wide-awake. Maybe a walk will do. He made his way upstairs and into his dormitory. Taking out his invisibility cloak he inherited from his father from his trunk, he started searching for the Marauders map; Harry failed searching for it.
"Oh no," Harry muttered.
He can't search his room now, with all the noises he might make, it will wake the other's up. Harry decided to search for it in the morning. Quietly hoping the map didn't end up in wrong hands.
He silently threw the cloak over himself and immediately disappeared.
While standing in one of the many hallways at Hogwarts, he felt a rush of relief, but a bit of fear surged through his body. Without the map, who knows whom he might run into? Deciding to just walk around, Harry tried walking quietly.
After several minutes of wandering around, he entered a dusty looking room. It looked strangely familiar and it suddenly clicked in his head. It was the same room Harry first found the Mirror of Erised. It still looked the same except for the missing mirror, and the dustier looking floor.
A blonde boy stood in one corner, starring out the window. Harry squinted through the darkness, trying to make out who it was. It was too dark though; Harry took out his wand.
"Lumos," Harry muttered.
His wand lit up. Startled, the blonde boy turned around facing Harry.
"Malfoy," Harry spat.
"Potter," Draco said carelessly looking out the window again.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just looking."
Harry muttered "nox", and put his wand away. He looked at Draco's back, wandering if he still is with his girlfriend.
He's probably missing her right now, the damn good-looking git, Harry thought bitterly.
But his anger faded away as he continued looking at the boy. Each minute as it passed by, Harry seemed to have realized how gorgeous Draco is. Draco could feel Harry's eyes on him, for a while now, neither one of them has made an attempt to move. It was too quiet for Harry, normally Draco would come up with a witty remark and it would piss him off. But all this silence was too odd.........too abnormal. Why isn't he talking?
"Why are you still here?" Draco asked, not looking at him. "Don't you have to go to bed yet? The Professors would through a hissy fit as soon as they realized famous Potter's bed is empty."
"What about you?" Harry retorted.
"Oh, they wont jump to conclusions on me so fast, unlike some specific others."
Harry turned red.
"We need to talk," Harry finally said.
"About?"
"You know what!"
"Tell me."
"You're.........you-k-kissing me out of the blue," Harry stuttered.
That caught Draco's attention and he turned around, studying Harry.
"Your point? Why do you want to talk now? I don't feel like it, maybe I should run away too before you can explain," Draco snapped.
"Wha-?"
"That night when you read my letter, did you know who it was for?"
"Yes, your girlfriend, I'm not stupid!"
Draco snorted.
"Apparently it seems like it."
"Shut up," Harry said getting annoyed.
"Well if you're not stupid what are you then?"
"Smarter then you at least."
"How are you so sure about that?" Draco teased, enjoying himself.
"I get-I get better grades then you," Harry said.
"Have you even seen my grades?"
"No."
"Exactly, whose the smart one here?"
"I'm still smarter then you," Harry mumbled angrily.
"Okay, tell me then oh so smart one. Who was the letter for?"
"Your girlfriend, I already said so, unless if your deaf and you need me to tell you a couple hundred times."
Draco rolled his eyes, pushing a strand of blonde hair away from his eyes. Harry watched him as he did this, wishing he could be the one, running his hands through Draco's soft hair.
"It was for my mother, smart ass," Draco said.
Harry stared at him, feeling VERY stupid now.
"But, but it said-"
"Dearest love. A sign of respect you have to learn if you're a Malfoy, your not though, thank God."
"What do you mean thank God?" Harry said.
"Look at you!"
"I'm perfectly fine, I'm not a stuck up prick like you."
"Me?" Draco pretended to look hurt. "The gorgeous Slytherin everyone loves?"
Harry rolled his eyes. Then it suddenly dawned on him, Draco is actually single. He felt the same butterflies fly back into his stomach.
"So you don't have a girlfriend?" Harry said quietly.
"No," Draco said, looking directly into Harry's eyes.
"I saw Pansy kiss you though."
"It wasn't exactly what you call a kiss, more like a slobbering lick. Besides, she has a crush on me ever since the 2nd year. Annoying really," Draco said as he looked out the window again. "It's late, I should go. Wouldn't want to be caught strolling around at night, having a pleasant chat with Mr. Potter."
Draco got up and brushed off his pants. As he passed by Harry, he stopped. Starring into his eyes again, Draco felt himself get enchanted by Harry's emerald green eyes. Heartbeats quickened as Draco leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Harry's. Harry responded more quickly this time, and kissed back. Before it could get anymore passionate, Draco pulled back smiling softly. He took Harry's hand and handed him something. Harry looked at what it was and frowned.
"You took my map!" Harry said. "You looked through my bag?"
"Couldn't help it, just like you couldn't help reading my letter," Draco shrugged.
"I only read the first two words," Harry muttered quietly.
He couldn't get mad at Draco again. Even though Draco's face showed no emotion whatsoever, his eyes shone brightly with innocence. A smile crept upon Harry's lips.
"See you," Draco whispered in Harry's ears, making him shiver in delight.
Draco, very reluctantly though, slowly began to walk away.
"What changed during these past 4 days?" Harry blurted out.
Draco stopped to a halt as if he was taking the time to think.
Harry wanted Draco to stay, and the first thing that popped in his mind was that question. Even though it felt stupid asking, he still wanted to know the answer.
"We're not friends if that's what your talking about," Draco said at last. "Despite all the stuff you said in your letter."
"My letter?" Harry said.
"The letter you wrote for me. Your owl sent it over after you left that night."
Harry blushed crimson remembering throwing the letter on the ground.
"S-so you know?"
"Yeah," Draco replied, walking back towards Harry.
"Oh," Harry mumbled looking down at the floor.
"Are you ashamed?" Draco asked softly.
"No."
Harry's heart pounded like mad. Does Draco feel the same way? The question burned through his mind. He has been wondering for too long now. Does Draco feel the same strong feelings for Harry, the way he feels for him? Draco was still gazing at him wandering, how could someone as beautiful as Harry have a beautiful soul as well. Draco often admired the way he looks, thinking he's the best looking guy at Hogwarts, but compared to Harry, he was nothing. Harry has been anticipating for the right time to ask questions, this just might be the time.
"D-Do you uh-you-um," Harry stammered, his heart feels as if it's jumping throughout his body. "You um, err-feel t-the same way. Imeanidontexpectyoutobutit'llbenicetoknowifyoudoornotSO yeah." (A/N: You can just IMAGINE Harry rushing through the sentence, and blushing so adorably cute! And Draco watching him with a quirked eyebrow smiling. Hehe!)
Draco took one look at Harry's flushed embarrassed face and chuckled. His laugh was the most beautiful thing Harry has ever heard. Harry smiled weakly at him, biting his lower lip, waiting for an answer. Draco didn't know what to say. He felt a mad burning desire, but he didn't want to seem too obsessed. He has never dated anyone before either. Now, nervousness played its role.
"I-I don't know," Draco stammered.
WHAT? Draco screamed mentally to himself. Stupid, STUPID DRACO!
His heart sank as he watched Harry's face wince at Draco's reply.
Harry sighed and nodded.
"I'll just go now, and um-I hope the kisses meant something, not just your way with messing up my mind," Harry said leaving the room.
Draco stood alone in the room coming to his senses. He can't let Harry just walk away. Malfoy's don't give up. He quickly ran after him. Harry was halfway back to his common room when he heard Draco call his name. Thinking about Draco too much really is messing with Harry's mind.
"Now I'm hearing things," Harry muttered sadly.
"HARRY!"
Harry turned around, surprised to be facing Draco.
"You.........said my name," Harry said.
"It's not the first time," Draco said.
Harry shrugged, "Do you have any idea how late it is now?"
"Do you mind though?" Draco asked walking closer.
"N-No," Harry whispered, clutching the map quite hard in his hand.
"Good," Draco mumbled.
He touched Harry's cheeks, tracing a finger along Harry's soft skin. Draco's breath tickled Harry's ear.
"Don't leave, not yet," Draco said. "Just a few more minutes."
"Few more minutes," Harry repeated, his eyes fluttering close as Draco leaned in.
Harry this time; instead of waiting for Draco's lip, he eagerly pressed his own on Draco's. Arms snaked around Harry's waist, lightly guiding him to a nearby wall. Harry sighed against Draco's mouth, wanting this to last forever. Draco's tongue probed against Harry's lips, begging for entrance; Harry accepted easily, ad soon tongues roamed around each other's mouths.
Harry had a minty fresh taste, and Draco tasted similar of vanilla. Things were getting hot, as the two forgot they were standing in the middle of a hallway. Hands roamed to each other's shirts as they fumbled with the ties and buttons. Draco moaned as soon as Harry's fingers touched his bare chest.
"Ahem."
Draco captured Harry's hands and lightly kissed his fingers. Harry watched and felt himself blush. Their eyes never left each other. Draco kissed Harry's hand once more before moving towards his shoulder. Harry gasped softly as Draco lightly bit the skin there, and he had to hold back a loud moan when Draco's tongue licked its way up to Harry's neck.
Someone coughed behind them.
"Ignore it," Harry muttered quietly, not bothering to look at who it was.
Draco nodded and their lips met again, more frenzied this time. Harry finally got the chance to run his hand through Draco's hair, and took notice at once at how incredibly soft it was.
"BOYS!"
They stopped at once, knowing the voice did not belong to a student, but a teacher. Harry looked behind Draco's shoulder and gulped. By the fear in his eyes, Draco could tell they were going to get in BIG trouble. Slowly turning around too, Draco gulped.
McGonagall stood before them, arms crossed and lips pursed. She was looking quite pale as she stared hard at the two boys.
"No need to ask why you two are wondering around this late at night," McGonagall said.
A/N: WOOHOO! I'm done typing! It's approximately 12:09 AM where I live. Okay, I hope you guys liked it! I added in more snogging moments while I typed. The book I wrote it in had less of the tonguing, kissing thing. X___X I hope you liked this chapter, it was quite hard for me to write this. Like I said, I'm not exactly use to writing all the mushy kissing parts. But I hope I did at least "okay". Here's a sneak peek (okay let's call the sneak peeks from now on, chocolate milkshakes. I don't know, but sneak peek just sounds so boring). So here's the CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE!
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"Harry?" Hermione said. "You coming?"
He stood there, his eyes fixed towards the carriages. Harry took a step forwards it and broke off into a run.
"Harry!" Ron yelled running after him.
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A clear mystery what Harry is doing. Ehe! To tell you guys the truth, I'm haven't finished writing Chapter 8 yet, but I will be able to finish it by next Friday so don't you guys worry. In the mean time, I'm afraid you'll all have to wait. I hate having you guys sit there and wait for a week almost, but my mom's rules are rules so yeah. Once again I'm very sorry about the late update. I hope this chapter was a worthwhile wait! Remember to comment by leaving a review!
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Harry sighed starring into the fireplace. It was very late at night, and most of the Gryffindors were asleep. Only Harry and Hermione were the only ones left in the common room. Hermione was hidden behind several stacks of books. Harry sat on the couch, brows furrowed, thinking. So far, Harry made little process of thinking properly; his mind kept on wandering off.
Hermione put down her quill and started proofreading her essay.
"I thought you're through with the homework," Harry said.
"I found more information, I had to rewrite my whole essay," Hermione said tiredly.
Harry returned his gaze back to the fireplace, continuing his pointless stare at the fire.
"What's on your mind?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing."
"You seem dazed, like you're on another planet."
"Just thinking."
"Do you need to talk about it? I know when someone is having troubles."
Harry gave her a weak smile, shaking his head.
"A lot has been on my mind lately, nothing anyone can do," Harry said.
"Okay then, but you can talk to me anytime you want Harry. Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean you should be afraid of telling me things," Hermione said. "Unless if you had a change of your best friends, and I'm no longer included."
"Of course not! You'll always be one of my best friends!" Harry said.
Hermione smiled while packing up, "That's good to know. Well, I'm done for the day. Good night."
"Night Hermione," Harry said watching Hermione's retreating form.
What now? Harry wasn't tired and he felt wide-awake. Maybe a walk will do. He made his way upstairs and into his dormitory. Taking out his invisibility cloak he inherited from his father from his trunk, he started searching for the Marauders map; Harry failed searching for it.
"Oh no," Harry muttered.
He can't search his room now, with all the noises he might make, it will wake the other's up. Harry decided to search for it in the morning. Quietly hoping the map didn't end up in wrong hands.
He silently threw the cloak over himself and immediately disappeared.
While standing in one of the many hallways at Hogwarts, he felt a rush of relief, but a bit of fear surged through his body. Without the map, who knows whom he might run into? Deciding to just walk around, Harry tried walking quietly.
After several minutes of wandering around, he entered a dusty looking room. It looked strangely familiar and it suddenly clicked in his head. It was the same room Harry first found the Mirror of Erised. It still looked the same except for the missing mirror, and the dustier looking floor.
A blonde boy stood in one corner, starring out the window. Harry squinted through the darkness, trying to make out who it was. It was too dark though; Harry took out his wand.
"Lumos," Harry muttered.
His wand lit up. Startled, the blonde boy turned around facing Harry.
"Malfoy," Harry spat.
"Potter," Draco said carelessly looking out the window again.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just looking."
Harry muttered "nox", and put his wand away. He looked at Draco's back, wandering if he still is with his girlfriend.
He's probably missing her right now, the damn good-looking git, Harry thought bitterly.
But his anger faded away as he continued looking at the boy. Each minute as it passed by, Harry seemed to have realized how gorgeous Draco is. Draco could feel Harry's eyes on him, for a while now, neither one of them has made an attempt to move. It was too quiet for Harry, normally Draco would come up with a witty remark and it would piss him off. But all this silence was too odd.........too abnormal. Why isn't he talking?
"Why are you still here?" Draco asked, not looking at him. "Don't you have to go to bed yet? The Professors would through a hissy fit as soon as they realized famous Potter's bed is empty."
"What about you?" Harry retorted.
"Oh, they wont jump to conclusions on me so fast, unlike some specific others."
Harry turned red.
"We need to talk," Harry finally said.
"About?"
"You know what!"
"Tell me."
"You're.........you-k-kissing me out of the blue," Harry stuttered.
That caught Draco's attention and he turned around, studying Harry.
"Your point? Why do you want to talk now? I don't feel like it, maybe I should run away too before you can explain," Draco snapped.
"Wha-?"
"That night when you read my letter, did you know who it was for?"
"Yes, your girlfriend, I'm not stupid!"
Draco snorted.
"Apparently it seems like it."
"Shut up," Harry said getting annoyed.
"Well if you're not stupid what are you then?"
"Smarter then you at least."
"How are you so sure about that?" Draco teased, enjoying himself.
"I get-I get better grades then you," Harry said.
"Have you even seen my grades?"
"No."
"Exactly, whose the smart one here?"
"I'm still smarter then you," Harry mumbled angrily.
"Okay, tell me then oh so smart one. Who was the letter for?"
"Your girlfriend, I already said so, unless if your deaf and you need me to tell you a couple hundred times."
Draco rolled his eyes, pushing a strand of blonde hair away from his eyes. Harry watched him as he did this, wishing he could be the one, running his hands through Draco's soft hair.
"It was for my mother, smart ass," Draco said.
Harry stared at him, feeling VERY stupid now.
"But, but it said-"
"Dearest love. A sign of respect you have to learn if you're a Malfoy, your not though, thank God."
"What do you mean thank God?" Harry said.
"Look at you!"
"I'm perfectly fine, I'm not a stuck up prick like you."
"Me?" Draco pretended to look hurt. "The gorgeous Slytherin everyone loves?"
Harry rolled his eyes. Then it suddenly dawned on him, Draco is actually single. He felt the same butterflies fly back into his stomach.
"So you don't have a girlfriend?" Harry said quietly.
"No," Draco said, looking directly into Harry's eyes.
"I saw Pansy kiss you though."
"It wasn't exactly what you call a kiss, more like a slobbering lick. Besides, she has a crush on me ever since the 2nd year. Annoying really," Draco said as he looked out the window again. "It's late, I should go. Wouldn't want to be caught strolling around at night, having a pleasant chat with Mr. Potter."
Draco got up and brushed off his pants. As he passed by Harry, he stopped. Starring into his eyes again, Draco felt himself get enchanted by Harry's emerald green eyes. Heartbeats quickened as Draco leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Harry's. Harry responded more quickly this time, and kissed back. Before it could get anymore passionate, Draco pulled back smiling softly. He took Harry's hand and handed him something. Harry looked at what it was and frowned.
"You took my map!" Harry said. "You looked through my bag?"
"Couldn't help it, just like you couldn't help reading my letter," Draco shrugged.
"I only read the first two words," Harry muttered quietly.
He couldn't get mad at Draco again. Even though Draco's face showed no emotion whatsoever, his eyes shone brightly with innocence. A smile crept upon Harry's lips.
"See you," Draco whispered in Harry's ears, making him shiver in delight.
Draco, very reluctantly though, slowly began to walk away.
"What changed during these past 4 days?" Harry blurted out.
Draco stopped to a halt as if he was taking the time to think.
Harry wanted Draco to stay, and the first thing that popped in his mind was that question. Even though it felt stupid asking, he still wanted to know the answer.
"We're not friends if that's what your talking about," Draco said at last. "Despite all the stuff you said in your letter."
"My letter?" Harry said.
"The letter you wrote for me. Your owl sent it over after you left that night."
Harry blushed crimson remembering throwing the letter on the ground.
"S-so you know?"
"Yeah," Draco replied, walking back towards Harry.
"Oh," Harry mumbled looking down at the floor.
"Are you ashamed?" Draco asked softly.
"No."
Harry's heart pounded like mad. Does Draco feel the same way? The question burned through his mind. He has been wondering for too long now. Does Draco feel the same strong feelings for Harry, the way he feels for him? Draco was still gazing at him wandering, how could someone as beautiful as Harry have a beautiful soul as well. Draco often admired the way he looks, thinking he's the best looking guy at Hogwarts, but compared to Harry, he was nothing. Harry has been anticipating for the right time to ask questions, this just might be the time.
"D-Do you uh-you-um," Harry stammered, his heart feels as if it's jumping throughout his body. "You um, err-feel t-the same way. Imeanidontexpectyoutobutit'llbenicetoknowifyoudoornotSO yeah." (A/N: You can just IMAGINE Harry rushing through the sentence, and blushing so adorably cute! And Draco watching him with a quirked eyebrow smiling. Hehe!)
Draco took one look at Harry's flushed embarrassed face and chuckled. His laugh was the most beautiful thing Harry has ever heard. Harry smiled weakly at him, biting his lower lip, waiting for an answer. Draco didn't know what to say. He felt a mad burning desire, but he didn't want to seem too obsessed. He has never dated anyone before either. Now, nervousness played its role.
"I-I don't know," Draco stammered.
WHAT? Draco screamed mentally to himself. Stupid, STUPID DRACO!
His heart sank as he watched Harry's face wince at Draco's reply.
Harry sighed and nodded.
"I'll just go now, and um-I hope the kisses meant something, not just your way with messing up my mind," Harry said leaving the room.
Draco stood alone in the room coming to his senses. He can't let Harry just walk away. Malfoy's don't give up. He quickly ran after him. Harry was halfway back to his common room when he heard Draco call his name. Thinking about Draco too much really is messing with Harry's mind.
"Now I'm hearing things," Harry muttered sadly.
"HARRY!"
Harry turned around, surprised to be facing Draco.
"You.........said my name," Harry said.
"It's not the first time," Draco said.
Harry shrugged, "Do you have any idea how late it is now?"
"Do you mind though?" Draco asked walking closer.
"N-No," Harry whispered, clutching the map quite hard in his hand.
"Good," Draco mumbled.
He touched Harry's cheeks, tracing a finger along Harry's soft skin. Draco's breath tickled Harry's ear.
"Don't leave, not yet," Draco said. "Just a few more minutes."
"Few more minutes," Harry repeated, his eyes fluttering close as Draco leaned in.
Harry this time; instead of waiting for Draco's lip, he eagerly pressed his own on Draco's. Arms snaked around Harry's waist, lightly guiding him to a nearby wall. Harry sighed against Draco's mouth, wanting this to last forever. Draco's tongue probed against Harry's lips, begging for entrance; Harry accepted easily, ad soon tongues roamed around each other's mouths.
Harry had a minty fresh taste, and Draco tasted similar of vanilla. Things were getting hot, as the two forgot they were standing in the middle of a hallway. Hands roamed to each other's shirts as they fumbled with the ties and buttons. Draco moaned as soon as Harry's fingers touched his bare chest.
"Ahem."
Draco captured Harry's hands and lightly kissed his fingers. Harry watched and felt himself blush. Their eyes never left each other. Draco kissed Harry's hand once more before moving towards his shoulder. Harry gasped softly as Draco lightly bit the skin there, and he had to hold back a loud moan when Draco's tongue licked its way up to Harry's neck.
Someone coughed behind them.
"Ignore it," Harry muttered quietly, not bothering to look at who it was.
Draco nodded and their lips met again, more frenzied this time. Harry finally got the chance to run his hand through Draco's hair, and took notice at once at how incredibly soft it was.
"BOYS!"
They stopped at once, knowing the voice did not belong to a student, but a teacher. Harry looked behind Draco's shoulder and gulped. By the fear in his eyes, Draco could tell they were going to get in BIG trouble. Slowly turning around too, Draco gulped.
McGonagall stood before them, arms crossed and lips pursed. She was looking quite pale as she stared hard at the two boys.
"No need to ask why you two are wondering around this late at night," McGonagall said.
A/N: WOOHOO! I'm done typing! It's approximately 12:09 AM where I live. Okay, I hope you guys liked it! I added in more snogging moments while I typed. The book I wrote it in had less of the tonguing, kissing thing. X___X I hope you liked this chapter, it was quite hard for me to write this. Like I said, I'm not exactly use to writing all the mushy kissing parts. But I hope I did at least "okay". Here's a sneak peek (okay let's call the sneak peeks from now on, chocolate milkshakes. I don't know, but sneak peek just sounds so boring). So here's the CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE!
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"Harry?" Hermione said. "You coming?"
He stood there, his eyes fixed towards the carriages. Harry took a step forwards it and broke off into a run.
"Harry!" Ron yelled running after him.
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A clear mystery what Harry is doing. Ehe! To tell you guys the truth, I'm haven't finished writing Chapter 8 yet, but I will be able to finish it by next Friday so don't you guys worry. In the mean time, I'm afraid you'll all have to wait. I hate having you guys sit there and wait for a week almost, but my mom's rules are rules so yeah. Once again I'm very sorry about the late update. I hope this chapter was a worthwhile wait! Remember to comment by leaving a review!