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A/N: I was thinking though, that the only person who could really sue would be J.K., and if she took me to court then I would get to meet her, and that would awesome. So if you are J.K. and I will meet you if you sue then go right ahead. If you are from Bloomsbury or Warner Bros. I don't own so don't sue.
Chapter Four.
Hermione walked slowly down the corridor, thoughts of George on her mind. Was he really the one for her? Did the book actually work? She wasn't sure she even cared if it did or didn't work. Something had happened, something that somehow caused her to see what was in front of her.
George…did she want to start a relationship with him? She knew that he wanted more from her. The passion in his kiss had told her without words the depth of his feeling for her. She hadn't wanted to be with anyone more then she wanted to be with George, and that scared her. Was her future happiness going to be dependant on another person, and that person's happiness? Could she live like that? Now she knew how Ginny felt. That fear that came with loving someone… Did she love George? Love. She definitely needed time to think.
She apparated home, ready to go to bed and face George and her thoughts on him tomorrow. It had been a big day, at work and in her personal life. When she got home she discovered no less then three letters had been delivered in her absence. One was from George, one from Edward and one from Cleveland. She resolved to leave George's letter until last, it was bound to confuse her too much. She picked up the letter from her boss.
Hermione Granger.
Re: Job Opportunity in Bulgaria
Hermione,
I recently received an invitation from the department of Muggle Relations for one of our staff to oversee one of their new projects, as their department sub-standard compared to our high British levels.
I had elected you to be our representative. It is a job without recognition as this is to be kept quiet, and it will be hard work. I am sure you can rise to the occasion, as you so forcefully reminded me today.
You leave by port key at 5 a.m. tomorrow, be at your office 15 minutes prior to departure for a comprehensive briefing. The date of your return is uncertain so ensure you have made necessary arrangements at home. You will not be able to return home until the project manger in Bulgaria is satisfied. I think you will find that working with him is a pleasant process, he used to be a high ranking Quiddich player.
Until tomorrow,
C. Cleveland.
Hermione sank to the couch, still clutching the letter. Cleveland was sending her away, for an indefinite period. This was exactly the underhanded thing she should have expected him to do, yet it had hit her like a blow. It was a common form of punishment in the ministry to be sent on a no glory job. It meant a lot of hard work until she could go home, as the Bulgarian manager would surely expect her to do all the work for the project. She knew it was all due to her blow up at him this morning, yet she couldn't bring herself to regret what she did. He had deserved all that he got, and more. He heard on the rumor file that he was slapped by co-worker in another department and wished she had done the same.
Her thoughts came back to George, she would have to let him know what was happening, otherwise he might think she was running away from him, and she didn't want that. She realized that she might be gone for over a month, and felt a pang in her stomach at that. A month without his pranks, a month without his warm arms and reassuring words. Now that she had found him she knew she didn't want to lose him so soon. She had wanted to enjoy the newfound love, not test it straight away with a long distance relationship. She sighed, life was getting complicated, and it was all that silly books fault.
She reached for the letter from George, but changed her mind. She would read the one from Eddy first, maybe he would explain a bit more about this work assignment. He had many contacts, and often knew things before the person involved did.
Sugar,
It has come to my attention that you will be leaving us on a disciplinary holiday. I wish you the best of luck… no seriously I'm a bit confused. Who do you know in Bulgaria? You were not the person that Mr.C wanted to send, he wanted to get rid of the blonde in the administration section, apparently she slapped him (not as much class as your dress down Hermione, but effective none the less). Then an owl came through from Bulgaria, inquiring if you still worked in Muggle relations. Then Bulgaria requested you specifically, and they must have had some clout, because Mr. C agreed instantly.
What's the deal? Do you have a friend or enemy over there? I think you need to share some things with your Uncle Eddy. Oh, and you need to tell your new boyfriend that red hair is so last season.
Hoping for an answer,
Eddy.
Who did she know in Bulgaria? Only one person, and she had tried to block that memory of him. She had stopped thinking of Viktor Krum every time she smiled, yet here she was, thinking of him again. What had Cleveland letter said? 'He was a well known Quiddich player' That could only mean one thing. Viktor was back to haunt her.
She could see nothing except the huge figure of Krum, his eyes burning into hers. His face was bleeding slightly from where she had scratched out wildly, and it just made him more menacing. His voice was growling insults 'Tease… slut… you had it coming… you deserve it after what you did to me.' Hermione was cowering beneath his gaze, pinned by the look in his eyes. They burned with a fire she had only seen in the eyes of death eaters and Voldemort himself.
The vision was interrupted by Crookshanks leaping into her lap. He had been out at the neighbors, two elderly spinsters who cared for him like a surrogate son. Hermione knew she could leave him at their house safely. In fact he might not want to come home. Hermione gave a manic little giggle. If Viktor had really asked for her then she might not be coming home. With that thought Hermione was gone. She fell back into the nightmares that had stalked her for six years, and into a restless sleep. She was to drained to do anything else.
He had burning eyes and hands that hurt wherever they landed. There was no escape; he had taken her wand. She had fought desperately, but he was far too strong for her. He was used to forcing people to do his bidding, and she had no defenses against him. He had taken down the walls she had built around herself, torn them down so that she was a shadow of her former strength. In the midst of all her pain the words he had flung at her rang in her ears. 'You brought this on yourself'. It was her fault, she caused all this. She could never tell anyone what had happened, they would know then how dirty she was, what type of person she was. The tears were running down her face, angering Krum further. 'Would this never end?' she wept as she fell into oblivion.
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George grabbed the books Hermione had indicated to and slipped out of the library. He felt like he was walking on air. She had kissed him, she had melted into his arms with a longing for him that he had never felt before. They were two parts of a whole he decided. He had known that she was special, with that ability to make him forget every thing he was going to say when she looked at him and now he knew that not only was she special but she was aware of how he felt. He had imagined holding her passionately, yet never thought it would be possible. He wondered what had changed. How had it happened? Was it with the night they shared on the couch? He thought so, but it seemed that there was an outside influence. His fists clenched reflexively when he thought of what Hermione had told him, he wished that Krum would appear so that he could tomato hex him. It would be perfect for him, really an improvement to his appearance. He decided to find out what Krum was up to, and figure out how to make him pay. That way Hermione might relax around him enough to start a relationship with her. He thought that the problem with Krum was the only barrier that was separating the two of them.
He apparated to the owlery where he and Fred kept their business owls. He would write to Hermione and tell her what he was doing. That he had not tried to forget what she had said to him had not tried to block it out like many people would. He called his owl down. It's name was Marauder, in memory of the real marauders, all who died in the Great War. Marauder willingly took the note to Hermione, although it was hurriedly written on a piece of scrap paper that he had found in his pocket. The note read:
Dear Hermione,
I am just letting you know that I think we should find out what Krum is up to, so we can formulate a plan to get him back. Hopefully there's a great hex in those books from the library.
Are you busy tomorrow night? I know a great little restaurant, you would love it, and they don't have any house elves. It's a Muggle place; dad put me on to it.
I'll do some research on Krum tomorrow. Dad should be able to find him; he can use those big files in the ministry basement.
See you tomorrow,
George.
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Hermione jerked awake, she wasn't sure why yet, then she realised that her alarm had gone off. But it was 4:30 in the morning! The sun was still asleep. Then the events of last night came rushing back. She had fallen asleep, to tired to cope with anything. Her alarm was enchanted so it would go off when the sleeper needed to be awake, a useful perk of being a Merlin class spell caster. She got out of bed hurriedly. She had to pack if she was to make it to work in 15 minutes. Lucky for her that her alarm had woken her, otherwise she might have missed the portkey. She whipped her wand out, performing the packing charm and rushed to the kitchen for breakfast. The nighttime fears seemed irrational to her now. She was a grown woman, and there was no guarantee that it was even Krum who asked for her. She had got to know many people in Bulgaria over that summer, including Krum's teammates. One of them could be the Quiddich player that she was to be working with. She had to stop being silly and do her job. If she did it well then she might be able to apply to transfer departments, perhaps to the spells department.
She apparated out of her house, pausing only to write a note to the ladies next door, telling them to look after Crookshanks for her. She would be able to let her friends know what was happening when she had more time… perhaps in Bulgaria. She had always wanted to send an Albatross, instead of the normal owls…
The letter from George lay forgotten on the floor, unopened.
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Cleveland was waiting in his office. He was wearing a smug look and looked like the archetypal cat that swallowed the cream. He waved expansively at the chair in front of his desk.
"Have a seat Ms. Granger. So good to see you on time. I was concerned that you would miss the portkey, and that would be very embarrassing for you. It would not make a good impression on Mr. Krum, although, I believe you two have already met?" he asked this with a smirk on his face. He knew the answer, having been in correspondence with Krum, he was now aware of why Krum wanted Hermione to be the British representative. Apparently the little shrew had offended Krum in the same way she had offended himself, with her viperous mouth. They had commiserated together over many owls, Krum saying that he had a perfect plan to cut Hermione Granger down a peg or two. Krum had realised that she was working for the British department and sent for her, to give her a taste of her own medicine. Get her back for what she had done to him. This coincided exactly with Cleveland's wishes, and he was only too glad to send her away for a long time. The less he saw her the better, he knew that she was true to her threat.
" Mr…Mr. Krum is the manager in Bulgaria?" Hermiones voices wavered. It was true. He had found her and for some reason he wanted to see her again. There was no escape, if she didn't go then there went her dream of working in the spells creation department. She would have to face him and cope the best she could. That way when she got home she could transfer out of muggle relations. She hated Krum with a passion, why did he want to see her? What did he expect to get from her? She was stronger now; she would not let a repeat of that summer happen again. She shuddered at the repressed memory.
"Yes, Viktor Krum. He asked specifically for you, apparently you both work well together. He anticipates many long conversations with you, old sweet hearts often have much to talk about."
He smiled his greasy grin. Hermione blanched. Did Cleveland know? Why did he smile like that? It was as if he was gaining pleasure from sending her to Krum. What had Krum said to him? Something that made Cleveland happy obviously. He had probably said that he was going to teach her how to respect her superiors, her superiors all being male. That sort of misogyny she expected from Cleveland, and Krum would not ever be satisfied if a woman was happy. In fact she didn't think Krum was ever happy, period.
She had maintained a close correspondence with him throughout her school years, and all he ever had to talk about was how he hated his life and wished he were somewhere else, doing something else. It grew so bad so that she feared that he would do something rash, so when she had the chance to go see him in Bulgaria she went, partly motivated by pity, and a curiosity to see if things were really as bad as he made out in his letters. They weren't, in fact he seemed to lead a charmed life, with opportunities just falling into his lap. In fact the only thing he ever seemed to work for was Hermione, and he got that in the end. Hermione had seen that he based his self-value on how popular and successful he was. It seemed to her that her refusal of his advances had come as a blow to his self worth, and that the only way to boost his self esteem was to lower hers, and ruin her life in the process.
Hermione was vaguely aware of Cleveland's voice droning on about the protocol in Bulgaria. He seemed to have forgotten that she had been there before, and knew it all, as she never forgot any information. Then something he said registered in her brain. She asked him to repeat it, dread building up inside her.
"You will be staying in accommodation with the rest of the team working on the project. As it is a sensitive issue we cant have it well known that something is happening, so your quarters will be in the Bulgarian ministry. There will be no need for you to even go out side during your stay. Once your work is done Krum will send a message to me and I will authorise the port key for your trip home. Any more questions? I hope not, because you have to leave now. The port key is ready." He said this with another victorious smile. He was so glad to be rid of the meddlesome witch, and perhaps when she came back she would have some manners, although he doubted it. You can't teach an old dog new tricks. He smiled again. The dog was going to find out how things should be.
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Eddy arrived at the office, a little after 5 am. He was out of breath and disheveled. His eyes searched wildly for Hermiones face, and found Cleveland's instead. He pasted a false smile on his face and sauntered over to his boss.
"Hey Mr. C, what's up? I was just looking for Hermione, I got some news for her, and I thought that she would be here this early, what with her leaving for Bulgaria today. I didn't just miss her did I?" At the affirmative he continued his bright conversation. " Well I guess that will teach me for not getting a proper alarm clock. I should really get Hermione to enchant mine, she is tip top at her spells you know, not just a pretty face. But we shouldn't be noticing her face at all should we old man, she might hex us, and she would you know, the intelligence of that woman is astonishing, best newts in her Hogwarts class then anyone had every got, including you. But then you got this lovely job, you really don't need loads of intelligence to pull this job off do you? Lucky for us huh that Hermione is around to save us if we ever get into strife. Then again she's in Bulgaria now with a certain Mr. Krum, here's hoping he doesn't poach her away from us. She's such an asset the department, but we shouldn't be noticing her assets either, Oh well, I must be off then, I have people to see and places to go. I will be seeing you at 8, but it will be a much less efficient place without our Hermione wont it C-boy?". He winked at the astonished Cleveland, who had just stood there letting the flow of words wash over him. After Eddy left he turned and walked back to his office. It seemed that people were aware of where Hermione was going, and that might destroy Viktors plans for the snotty little miss.
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Eddy apparated back to his home to work out what to do next. He had to find out from Hermione herself how she felt about George. That way he knew how to respond to George's mothers questions. Molly was just desperate to know if her son and Hermione were going to get it together. She had seen them together that night at the burrow, as well as Ginny, and had confronted her son the next day. He had confessed his love for Hermione to her, then sworn her not to get involved. He believed that Hermione would not respond well to match making. Eddy agreed with George, not that he had ever met the man, but he knew Hermione and she hated any type of manipulation, especially in her personal life. He had told Molly this and she agreed; now she just wanted to know how Hermione felt. When Eddy realised that Hermione was going to be gone for a long space of time he knew that he would need to find out for her, or risk being killed through nagging before Hermione came back.
Eddy knew Mrs. Weasley due to the fact that Eddy was a chef in his spare time. He actually taught classes like "Spells for large company entertaining" and " A romantic dinner only works if you spend it with him, not the kitchen". He was hugely popular with a certain demographic; the female housewife on a budget. His greatest achievement was when his classes were included in the 'Witches Weekly's' list of things to do to improve your house hold skills. He met Molly during the class "Cooking to a budget, When Old Mother Hubbords cupboard is bare".
They found out they had friends in common when Molly was discussing with him her sons love life, during the course of the soufflé rising. They had instantly known that it was Hermione that George was in love with. One by mothers intuition and the other by a chef's personal brand of awareness. So when Molly confronted George and they were proved correct Eddy couldn't help but gloat, by sending the letter that informed Hermione that he knew about them, but not how he had come to that knowledge. He figured no one would ever pick him for a chef or Molly Weasley as his source of information so he was safe in pretending he had many underworld connections.
His way of finding out about Hermiones trip to Bulgaria was a lot less interesting. He had gone onto Cleveland's office to inquire about a certain regulation or something and had spotted a freshly inked piece of parchment with Hermiones name on the top. It was informing the Bulgarian Minster, a Mr. Krum that Hermione will be port keying to Bulgaria at 5am British standard time, which was late after noon in Bulgaria. Cleveland was still missing so he flicked through his in box until he got to the letter asking Cleveland for Hermione to come to Bulgaria to work on a special, top secret assignment, for an indefinite period of time. This was weird stuff, which was another reason why Eddy had tried to wake up in time to ask Hermione what was going on. Now he had to contend with Mrs. Weasleys questions, and his own curiosity as to what Hermione was up to.
He shook his head. There was only one way to find out. He was going to have to talk to George Weasley. Surely he would know what all this was about. Hermione must have spoken to him about Viktor Krum, or at least given him more information so he could keep Molly satisfied. Otherwise she was likely to talk so much that the cutlery and crockery would have to put earplugs in. It wasn't that he minded Mrs. Weasley, on the contrary he thought her a delightful lady, it was just that she was so incessantly loquacious that even the most stalwart of listeners grew weary.
Eddy decided to owl George explaining why he wanted to talk to him. He would also owl Mrs. Weasley, just to let her know that he missed Hermione, but would be meeting up with George, and to expect another owl when he found out more. That should be good enough for now.
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George arrived at the store a few minutes before Fred. They had arranged to meet each other at the shop at 8 in the morning, so they could have an hours study time with the books before the opened WWW.
George looked around the empty store. It looked so mournful when it was closed. There was no laughing children, no scheming adults, and no noise except for the sounds of Diagon Alley outside the window.
George spread the books on the table. He better get started if he wanted to be finished by tonight, he had a date with Hermione to look forward to.
The books were titled things like "Hexes for your best friend- not permanent but fun" and "101 ways to laugh". George had high hopes that something might be in one of the books. He needed a lucky break. Things were not as bad as they could be, Fred and himself having a few ideas for jokes in reserve, but the high name they had won for themselves in the industry might suffer if the block continued. They were not the highest grossing store in the practical joke industry for nothing. It was a highly competitive field, with Zonkos joke shop close on their heels. It was hard to earn a name in the field, and easier too to lose credibility. In fact, if they didn't create a new influx of pranks within the next week they would start to lose customers. And a lost customer is harder to get back then an angry Hippogriff.
The door giggled, which made George looked up. Fred walked in and sat down at the table across from him. He appeared to be waiting impatiently for something. Then gave up and spoke.
"So, did you pash? Am I your favourite brother for setting you to up? Don't you want to shower me with kisses, or would Hermione get too jealous?"
"None of your business what we did or not. And for your information, you are not my favourite brother; Hermione was ready to kill me for what you did. She thought I had set it up, it took a lot of fast talking on my part to get her to even look at me." Or kiss me his mind echoed. " How did you find out? Did mum tell you?"
"No I figured it out by myself, the smart little cookie that I am. Mum knows does she? Well then it's official. You two are going to get married. She is not going to let you do this yourself. I imagine she is already planning the wedding, you know how she is. Ginny saw you two you after the engagement party, she thinks she had something to do with setting you two up. Has Hermione said anything to you about a book, that's what Gin said got you two together." At George's bemused look he shrugged. "I dunno either. It must be girl stuff." With this statement the brothers nodded. Girl stuff. Anything could be explained with those two words.
"Well girl stuff or not something worked. She said that she would see me today, and that she just wanted to think. I hope that she wants to see me again. She means a lot to me. I didn't realise how much until recently, when having her seemed within my grasp. I can picture us together now, and I can't stop thinking about her. I really love her, in fact when I am with her I feel like nothing else in the world matters. I am in another place where it is just the two of us…" He trailed of, noticing Fred's amused expression. "What?"
" You have it bad. I don't believe that my brother could be so sickly sweet about someone. So you love her huh? And I don't want to hear any more of that mushy crap. I assume she feels the same way, she looked like it last night, and girls only need to think when they really love you, otherwise she would have told you where to get off and that would have been it, no more chances for our Georgie-boy."
"You really think she feels the same way? I mean, last night she said she would never love me, but then she kissed me… I don't understand girls. She said that she didn't want to be with me because she wanted to be with me too much. What in Merlin's name does that mean?"
" Dunno bro… They're a mystery to me too. So are these our books? Have you found our new canary cream? We need a new best seller. Hmm 'The art of humorous transformation'. That sounds promising."
They both bent down to the books, minds thinking furiously of ways in which the spells could be marketed. Soon the pad of paper that lay in middle of them both was covered in ideas. It was a success! There came a scratching at the window. An owl was outside, wanting to get in. Fred got up to let it in, and took the message from its leg.
"Its for you lover boy. Probably your confused girlfriend saying that she has thought about things and now believes that she is a Hinkypunk. That would just really top things off for you."
"No its not from Hermione it's from someone else, a guy that works with her… " He continued reading the letter in silence, his face growing grim. At the end of the letter his face resembled the stone gargoyles out the front of Azkaban. Upon finishing the letter he sat down to write a reply. By this time Fred was dancing on the spot with curiosity.
"Tell me, tell me what was in the letter, you look so mad. What did he say? Is he having an affair with Hermione? Did she really turn into a Hinkypunk?" For an answer George thrust the parchment at him.
To George Weasley,
Hi, you don't actually know me, having never met, but I work with Hermione Granger at the Department of Muggle relations. I also know your mother, Molly, as she is one of my cooking students
I am writing to you to satisfy my curiosity on several things. I need to know what you want me to tell your mother when she asks me about Hermione and your relationship. She was quite distressed when she swore not to interfere in your relationship; it means a lot to her you know, she hasn't got much else to do since you all grew up. So if you could just let me know that would be splendid. Otherwise I will never be heard from again, for I fear to know what Molly would do if I could tell her nothing.
Next up, and of equally pressing importance is a question. Who is Viktor Krum? As you are aware, Hermione has been sent on a trip to Bulgaria this morning, by special request of a Mr. Krum. This is quite puzzling, as I cant work out who he is or why he wanted Hermione to help with their project.
I hope you have some answers for me, I am burning up with curiosity.
Thanks for your time,
Eddy M.
" That's why you're so mad, 'coz mum blabbed to her teacher? Or 'coz of this Krum thing? Krum? Wasn't Krum Hermiones boyfriend once? Don't tell me you are jealous. It was in the past. Hermione would never cheat on you, never, you have to trust her." Then Fred realized exactly what he had read. "Hey did Hermione tell you that she was going to Bulgaria?" At the negative he looked a little concerned. " Well that's weird. She was requested by her ex boyfriend and didn't tell her current boyfriend that she was even going…no I'm sure there must be a reason, I mean you wouldn't do that unless-"
"Unless you didn't want your boyfriend to know. Unless you were keeping it a secret because you still had feelings for your ex, and wanted to see how things worked out there, before you even told your boyfriend you wanted to be with him. Unless you were just playing him along by telling him lies to make him want to look after you, to make him want to be with you." George stopped talking; he didn't want to continue that line of thought. It hurt too much. In fact, he didn't want to talk to anyone now. He just wanted to go away, leave before Fred realized how hurt he was.
"Where you going, off to save your girlfriend from her evil ex lover"
"No I am going to talk to this Eddy guy. I want to know every thing he does, I don't understand this situation any more then I understand girls."
"I think your going off in a sulk. You should just owl Hermione and find out what's going on straight from her. Don't go jumping to any silly conclusions, you'll land wrong."
" Huh, you don't know what its like to have very thing you ever wanted within reach, then to have it ripped away in a heart beat. You don't understand my pain."
"I know a lot more then you think. I don't want to sit here and listen to you moan about how sad and sorry you are. Either you leave or I will, and I think I would get more work done right now, so go, find Eddy and sort yourself out." George stood up.
"You're right, about finding out from Hermione, but I don't want to hear what she has to say if it's not what I want to hear. I'll be back later, after I've had time to think."
He walked out the door. It gave a sort of half-hearted giggle, as if it could sense how he was feeling. Then it slammed, leaving Fred with a pile of books and no one to help him study. His disgust with scenario was obvious as he opened the book closest to his arm. The one thing Fred Weasley hated to do was hard work with out his twin.
Aww… poor Freddy. And how wrong did our Georgie boy get it. This chapter was so long, but I simply couldn't find where to finish it. I just kept going and going, like an energizer bunny.
Next Chappie: Bulgaria! What's that Krum really up to? I wish I knew, he keeps changing his mind:
Krum: Send Hermione to me, I want her in Bulgaria.
Muse: Why, are you going to attack her?
Krum: I might, or I might do this (gives muse a big bunch of flowers)
Muse: (Blushing) Aww that's so sweet. Don't you hate Hermione though?
Krum: No I love her, and am planning on proposing…
Muse: WHAT!!! That's Georgies job!
Krum: Actually, I will be killing her as soon as I have her trust, you know when she lets her guards down. (Grins seductively) I have killed all my ex girl-friends you know.
Muse: I bloody give up Krum. I'm going to go talk to Eddy, he can make me dinner.
Now you see my dilemma. If I don't know what Krums doing then I will never finish this story. He is driving me bonkers, and he's not even in the story yet. It should be better when I write him in, then he won't be hanging out in my mind, causing far too much confusion. Is he good or bad? HELP ME…
Any way now its time for the thanking of my reviewers. This is my fav part of the story, I love to feel special and that's what you make me feel like…Now I'm going to cry…I cant Krum is there, he is telling me that I'm big sook.
If anyone want to have a Krum inside his or her head I don't advise it… Very bad idea.
Dream: Thanks for reviewing, and a big hug to Jade for putting you on to the story.
Gwen Potter: Thanks for the continued support, hopefully this chappie doesn't have as many mistakes J
Laney: I made the book up, but I stole the basic idea from a combonation of Taroc Cards, fortune cards and those angel cards, as well as the typical self help relationship books.
Sandra: I think a copy of the book would be available from Hermiones book shelf.
Smudged: Thanks for following this story. I love this pairing the best.
Lyn: You also won the 10 points for the trivia question. I agree, most people should know the answer.
Tara: Thanks for the darling review. You need to read the next Chapter to find the next word. Hermione has been far to busy picking fights with her boss to read more, but trust me, the next word will come up in Bulgaria.
Jesse S. Are you the same as Jessica S? Did you review my chapter 1? Thanks for the rewview anyway, GR8 1.
Clare: Thanks, you rock. I thinks that there is so much to the twins then meets the eye. The have so much hidden talent. Just because they have fun that doesn't mean they are capable of this amazing sensitivity that just melts you down…I love them, Can you tell?
Dmbabe: Next chappie posted as ordered. Thanks for the repeat review, they're my favourite.
Halfling: Your signature keeps changing and getting cooler and cooler. Who will be next indeed, you make me shudder. I don't want anyone to be next, I love them too much.
This has to be the longest authors notes I ever wrote. I am just so bouncing around, wanting to share my life with you guys. The fact is that I have just come back from a small holiday in which I missed all my friends, because the people I went with I didn't know and now I can see my best friends again and I am really happy.
I might just sign off here and duke it out with Krum over whether he is evil or good.
Love you,
Muse.