CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
With the Yule Ball only a day away, Hogwarts came alive. Teachers could be seen scurring up and down corridors, frantically organizing last minute details. Random decorations began appearing throughout the Great Hall and on the lawns outside, and the atmosphere of the students was beyond excitement. None of the girls could stop talking about what their dress robes looked like, and none of the boys could stop bragging about how good looking their date was.
All, that is, except for one group of friends who had bigger things on their mind. Draco, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Lara were sitting in her dormitory the Friday before the Yule Ball, doing homework that they most certainly would not get done the following night.
"Are you still going Lara?" Draco asked halfway through their study session, obviously taking a break from his Transfiguration essay as he put his quill down and leaned back against his chair.
"I wasn't going to, but the thought of staying here alone is even more daunting." Lara said, also putting down her quill and doing a quick stretch. "It's going to be so boring though."
"Don't worry, I'll dance with you." Draco said reassuringly
"Yeah I will too, don't worry!" Ron said, smiling as big a smile as any of them could conjure up these days.
"Thanks guys."
"So what are you wearing?" Hermione said, trying to sound bright and cheerful, although only half suceeding.
"It's a surprise. I hand picked it out months ago because I wanted to impress.... impress Harry." Lara said, her voice croaking slightly at the mention of his name.
"Oh Lara." Hermione said tearfully.
"Don't." She said, not wanting the conversation to go down that road. Hermione nodded, tactfuly keeping her mouth shut.
"I think we'd better head off to bed." Draco said carefully, getting up and leading Ginny out of the room.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Lara." Ron said, giving her a quick wave before heading out the door, shortly followed by Hermione.
Lara flopped back down on the couch, trying not to think about Harry. But it was no use, he was the only thing that invaded her mind these days... Harry, lying in hospital, not moving, barely breathing...
*Enough Lara! You'll get nowhere down that road* She though angrily to herself. Instead, her thoughts turned to tomorrow.
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She wasn't sure if she was excited to be going or not. Sure, she was looking forward to dressing up and dancing, what girl wasn't. But without Harry it wouldn't be the same. With Harry in the state he was in, she just couldn't bring herself to be excited about anything.
Thus it was with a heavy heart that she began to get ready for the ball the following night...
The robes she had picked out where a brilliant emerld green, exactly like Harry's eyes. This was the reason she had picked them out in the first place. With these robes she had a gold necklace and gold drops in her ears, while her hair she left out, cascading in soft curls down her back.
Lara was, needless to say, looking absolutely stunning. But on her way out of the dormitory, she barely glanced at her reflection as she passed the mirror. Her heart simply wasn't in it.
Arriving at the Great Hall, she met her friends outside before entering.
The hall was looking beautiful.
The crystal clear night was embedded with stars, and the floor had been spelled a deep midnight blue, and the stars over head reflected themselves in it's marble depths. Silver streamers had been bewitched to glide over head like flying snakes, and every once in a while would explode in a shower of glitter.
The four long house tables had been replaced by several smaller, round tables, and they were decorated with silver and black table clothes, each sporting expensive looking plates and cutlery as well as a sparkling silver candelabra.
The two couples and Lara made their way to one of the tables near the dance floor and sat themselves down, joined shortly afterwards by Dean, Lavender, Seamus and Parvati. Lara forced her face into a permanent grin, joining in the polite conversation their table shared.
Glancing around the table, she inspected everyone's dress, half an ear listening to the conversation at the table.
Ginny and Draco were both wearing blue robes, although while his were a deep blue, Ginny had opted for a paler version of the color. Her flaming red hair had been piled in a heap on her head, threaded with ribbons of blue.
"No way! The cannons are a sure fire to win!" Ron exclaimed indignantly, one arm around Hermione who was wearing vibrant red robes, her bushy hair sleeked back in an elegant bun. Ron's vibrant hair was looking startling against his deep purple robes, although not in a bad way.
"That's ridiculous! What are you smoking Weasley! Have you seen how Puddlemere is playing? The tournaments theirs!" Seamus yelled back, sitting next to his date, Lavender, who was wearing, ironically, lavender robes. Seamus himself was wearing forest green robes.
"You're both insane. It's the Lanchesters cup!" Dean cried, his comment receiving words of outrage from all the male occupants of the table. He was wearing bright blue robes, a stark contrast against Parvati's champagne coloured ones.
"Moving the conversation away from Quidditch...." Hermione said pointedly, making her dislike of the topic of conversation obvious.
"Yeah! So Hermione, what did you buy on your last Hogsmeade visit?" Ginny said, purposely picking an area of conversation she knew the boys would dislike.
But the roars of outrage from the boys were quickly silenced as Dumbledore stood up to make the opening announcements.
"Now I know you are all very eager to start eating, so I'll make this brief. Tuck in!" He said cheerfully, before sitting down again. The hall erupted in cheers at this pleasantly short speech before quieting down as the students began to order their meals.
"Chicken!" Hermione cried, and immediately a plate of steaming poultry appeared on her plate.
"Beef." Lara cried, and a large T-bone steak appeared on hers. Her stomach growling in appreciation, she picked up her knife and fork and attacked her plate, all the while thinking how much better it would all be if Harry was there.
"Now that we're all nice and full, the head boy and girl can open the dance with their partners." Dumbledore said happily, motioning for Angelina and the head boy, Ted Hardy, to begin the dance with their partners.
The Three Witches, the famous wizarding band that Dumbledore had hired, begun to strike up a boppy tune. The head boy and girl danced for several minutes on their own before other couples began to join them on the dance floor.
"Well my dear, would you care to dance?" Ron said romantically, extending his hand out to Hermione. She smiled happily, allowing him to escort her out of her seat and onto the dance floor. Seamus and Lavender also got up to dance, and they were soon followed by Parvati and Dean.
Draco and Ginny remained at the table, obviously eager to dance but just as unwillingly to leave Lara alone.
"Aren't you guys going to dance?"
"Well... yeah but..." Draco said slowly.
"You don't want to leave me, is that it?" Lara asked. Ginny nodded. "Guys, seriously, go out there and dance. Have fun, you need it, we all need it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Now go!" Lara said, smiling. Draco gave her one last sympathetic look before leading Ginny onto the dancefloor. Lara watched them go away with a mixture of sadness and jealousy in her heart.
*I just want this night to end. All these couples around me, dancing and laughing. How come they get to be happy? Why them and not me?*
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"Please, I'm already an hour late! Just let me go!" Harry roared, struggling from the iron grip of the healer.
"I just have one last thing to check up on! Please just hold on a few minutes longer."
"YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT ALL WEEK! I WANT TO SEE LARA!" Harry yelled.
"You will, tonight. But just hold on a few minutes. You've waited a week, you can wait a few minutes more." The healer said patiently as he placed his hands over Harry's head, using his magic to check for any damages to the brain or skull. When the healer finally released Harry, the boy absolutely sprinted down the hallway to the room where his portkey was waiting.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, you've arrived."
"Yes, finally, now which one's mine?" Harry asked hurriedly, looking at the assorted objects spread throughout the table top. The room he was in was just down the corridor from his own, occupied by only a single chair and a single wooden table. The table was laden with several portkeys that would take residents of the hospital to wherever they wanted. Harry had requested a special one take him to Hogwrats.
"That one there." The wizard sitting on the chair said, pointing to a small muggle medicine cup amongst the objects.
"Thank you." Harry said.
"I know, I know, eager to go. I would be too if I was holed up in a hospital, not being able to see my girlfriend." The wizard said, smiling as he leant back in his chair.
"She's not my girlfriend, she's the love of my life." Harry corrected, reaching forward to touch the medicine girl.
"Poor girl though, she must be killing herself right now." Harry paused, his arm centimetres from the cup.
"What?"
"About you, she's still worried."
"What are you talking about?"
"You mean you haven't been told? She doesn't know you're awake, and Dumbledore's forbidden anyone to tell her."
"Why?" Harry said evenly, struggling to control his anger.
"Because he was scared you might not pull through, and he didn't want to get her hopes up." The wizard replied. "Or that's what I heard." Harry was fuming mad by this stage.
*That bloody headmaster...* Harry thought murderously.
"Why are you all dressed up?" The wizard asked suddenly, stopping Harry from grabbing the cup a second time.
"I'm late for a ball." Harry said simply, reaching forward and touching the medicine vial before the wizard could come up with any more irrelevant questions.
Feeling the tug behind his navel, Harry saw the world spin away from him in a flurry of colours and shapes before his feet slammed onto solid ground. He suddenly found himself back at Hogwarts, in the Great Hall to be precise, and judging by the sound coming from the door to his left the ball was already well under way.
Harry threw the medicine cup away, not caring where it landed. He walked towards the double doors, his deep black robes swishing behind him. Slowly opening one of the massive doors, he let himself into the hall, taking a second to let his eyes sweep over the decorations before searching for Lara.
She was not hard to find. Sitting alone at the table, fiddling with a crytal glass in her hands. She was watching the couples on the dance floor with a look that could only be described jealousy, and Harry understood exactly why.
His heart thundering in his chest, Harry walked towards her slowly, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face. As she got closer, his world seemed to stop. The music faded insignificantly into the background, and all the other people in the room disappeared until all he saw was Lara.
Reaching the table, he stood next to her and cleared his throat, but she did not looked up and register who it was.
"Hey." He said softly. Lara's face immediately snapped up at his greeting, recognizing the voice. She looked to the boy above her and was affronted with the two emerald green eyes she had been longing to see for too long.
"H....Harry?" She whispered, standing up and turning towards him. She stared at his face in shock, her heart struggling to believe it really was her Harry, standing there, alive. She reached up and stroked his face, feeling the familiar contours of his features and the soft texture of his hair beneath her fingers.
"It's me." He said, placing his hand on top of hers, which was at the moment resting on his cheek.
"It.... it can't be." She croaked, not taking her hand away from the spot where it rested.
"It can, and it is." Harry said. "You just gotta believe." Lara felt tears begin to fall down her cheeks, tears not of sorrow as they had been these past months, but of pure happiness.
"Harry." She said the name simply as a statement, loving the feel of his name on her lips. She didn't ask how he got there, how he was suddenly alive and standing in front of her. Quite frankly, she didn't care. All that mattered to her was that he was there, in that moment, in that instant.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, to let the words that he had been dying to speak finally spill themselves out from his soul. But he couldn't. He couldn't find the words to say all he wanted to say. No words in the English dictionary could do justice to the emotions bursting from his heart.
So he gave up on words and their crude methods of expression. Instead, he leant down and kissed her gently on the lips, so softly she had barely felt their prescence before he drew back.
Unsatisfied with this tantilizing kiss, Lara hooked her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Smiling, Harry placed his hands around her waist, closing the final gap between them and capturing her lips in their first true kiss.
Years into the future, Lara would try and describe what that kiss, and the millions that followed, felt like. But to put into words the feeling of Harry's lips against hers was like describing the color red to someone who has never seen it.
You can't.
You have to experience that raw passion that wells up in the very pits of your soul as you feel their lips pressed against yours, feel their tongue teasing yours, feel their warmth heat up the very depths of your heart.
You have to know what it feels like to love someone so completely you'd give up everything you are for a moment of their happiness. To love someone so deeply you'd fight against the entire world to keep them by your side.
And once you've felt these things, then perhaps you can begin to understand the sort of kiss Lara and Harry shared that night, and every night after that.
"I love you." Harry whispered.
"I love you too."
And that was all that needed to be said.
OKIES GUYZ THAT WOZ THE VERY LAST CHAPPY. I WONDER WOT YOU ALL THOUGHT ABOUT IT. PLZ R/R AND TELL ME BECAUSE I AM THINKING OF WRITING A SEQUEL, BUT I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU THINK IT WOULD BE GOOD OR IF YOU THINK THAT A SEQUEL WOULD RUIN THE WAY THAT THE STORY FLOWS.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL MY FABULOUS REVIEWERS, YOU ALL MEAN SO MUCH AND I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN STUFFED TO WRITE THIS HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR YOU.
ESPECIALLY THANX TO NATTY, WHO ACTUALLY WROTE THIS, I DIDN'T. BUT I HELPED...I PROMISE!
AND FINALLY THANX TO DREAM-SIREN, ALTHOUGH U THINK I AM TOTALLY PATIENCELESS I THANK U FOR YOUR HELP.
SEQUEL OR NO?
R/R TO LET ME NO!!!!
With the Yule Ball only a day away, Hogwarts came alive. Teachers could be seen scurring up and down corridors, frantically organizing last minute details. Random decorations began appearing throughout the Great Hall and on the lawns outside, and the atmosphere of the students was beyond excitement. None of the girls could stop talking about what their dress robes looked like, and none of the boys could stop bragging about how good looking their date was.
All, that is, except for one group of friends who had bigger things on their mind. Draco, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Lara were sitting in her dormitory the Friday before the Yule Ball, doing homework that they most certainly would not get done the following night.
"Are you still going Lara?" Draco asked halfway through their study session, obviously taking a break from his Transfiguration essay as he put his quill down and leaned back against his chair.
"I wasn't going to, but the thought of staying here alone is even more daunting." Lara said, also putting down her quill and doing a quick stretch. "It's going to be so boring though."
"Don't worry, I'll dance with you." Draco said reassuringly
"Yeah I will too, don't worry!" Ron said, smiling as big a smile as any of them could conjure up these days.
"Thanks guys."
"So what are you wearing?" Hermione said, trying to sound bright and cheerful, although only half suceeding.
"It's a surprise. I hand picked it out months ago because I wanted to impress.... impress Harry." Lara said, her voice croaking slightly at the mention of his name.
"Oh Lara." Hermione said tearfully.
"Don't." She said, not wanting the conversation to go down that road. Hermione nodded, tactfuly keeping her mouth shut.
"I think we'd better head off to bed." Draco said carefully, getting up and leading Ginny out of the room.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Lara." Ron said, giving her a quick wave before heading out the door, shortly followed by Hermione.
Lara flopped back down on the couch, trying not to think about Harry. But it was no use, he was the only thing that invaded her mind these days... Harry, lying in hospital, not moving, barely breathing...
*Enough Lara! You'll get nowhere down that road* She though angrily to herself. Instead, her thoughts turned to tomorrow.
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She wasn't sure if she was excited to be going or not. Sure, she was looking forward to dressing up and dancing, what girl wasn't. But without Harry it wouldn't be the same. With Harry in the state he was in, she just couldn't bring herself to be excited about anything.
Thus it was with a heavy heart that she began to get ready for the ball the following night...
The robes she had picked out where a brilliant emerld green, exactly like Harry's eyes. This was the reason she had picked them out in the first place. With these robes she had a gold necklace and gold drops in her ears, while her hair she left out, cascading in soft curls down her back.
Lara was, needless to say, looking absolutely stunning. But on her way out of the dormitory, she barely glanced at her reflection as she passed the mirror. Her heart simply wasn't in it.
Arriving at the Great Hall, she met her friends outside before entering.
The hall was looking beautiful.
The crystal clear night was embedded with stars, and the floor had been spelled a deep midnight blue, and the stars over head reflected themselves in it's marble depths. Silver streamers had been bewitched to glide over head like flying snakes, and every once in a while would explode in a shower of glitter.
The four long house tables had been replaced by several smaller, round tables, and they were decorated with silver and black table clothes, each sporting expensive looking plates and cutlery as well as a sparkling silver candelabra.
The two couples and Lara made their way to one of the tables near the dance floor and sat themselves down, joined shortly afterwards by Dean, Lavender, Seamus and Parvati. Lara forced her face into a permanent grin, joining in the polite conversation their table shared.
Glancing around the table, she inspected everyone's dress, half an ear listening to the conversation at the table.
Ginny and Draco were both wearing blue robes, although while his were a deep blue, Ginny had opted for a paler version of the color. Her flaming red hair had been piled in a heap on her head, threaded with ribbons of blue.
"No way! The cannons are a sure fire to win!" Ron exclaimed indignantly, one arm around Hermione who was wearing vibrant red robes, her bushy hair sleeked back in an elegant bun. Ron's vibrant hair was looking startling against his deep purple robes, although not in a bad way.
"That's ridiculous! What are you smoking Weasley! Have you seen how Puddlemere is playing? The tournaments theirs!" Seamus yelled back, sitting next to his date, Lavender, who was wearing, ironically, lavender robes. Seamus himself was wearing forest green robes.
"You're both insane. It's the Lanchesters cup!" Dean cried, his comment receiving words of outrage from all the male occupants of the table. He was wearing bright blue robes, a stark contrast against Parvati's champagne coloured ones.
"Moving the conversation away from Quidditch...." Hermione said pointedly, making her dislike of the topic of conversation obvious.
"Yeah! So Hermione, what did you buy on your last Hogsmeade visit?" Ginny said, purposely picking an area of conversation she knew the boys would dislike.
But the roars of outrage from the boys were quickly silenced as Dumbledore stood up to make the opening announcements.
"Now I know you are all very eager to start eating, so I'll make this brief. Tuck in!" He said cheerfully, before sitting down again. The hall erupted in cheers at this pleasantly short speech before quieting down as the students began to order their meals.
"Chicken!" Hermione cried, and immediately a plate of steaming poultry appeared on her plate.
"Beef." Lara cried, and a large T-bone steak appeared on hers. Her stomach growling in appreciation, she picked up her knife and fork and attacked her plate, all the while thinking how much better it would all be if Harry was there.
"Now that we're all nice and full, the head boy and girl can open the dance with their partners." Dumbledore said happily, motioning for Angelina and the head boy, Ted Hardy, to begin the dance with their partners.
The Three Witches, the famous wizarding band that Dumbledore had hired, begun to strike up a boppy tune. The head boy and girl danced for several minutes on their own before other couples began to join them on the dance floor.
"Well my dear, would you care to dance?" Ron said romantically, extending his hand out to Hermione. She smiled happily, allowing him to escort her out of her seat and onto the dance floor. Seamus and Lavender also got up to dance, and they were soon followed by Parvati and Dean.
Draco and Ginny remained at the table, obviously eager to dance but just as unwillingly to leave Lara alone.
"Aren't you guys going to dance?"
"Well... yeah but..." Draco said slowly.
"You don't want to leave me, is that it?" Lara asked. Ginny nodded. "Guys, seriously, go out there and dance. Have fun, you need it, we all need it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Now go!" Lara said, smiling. Draco gave her one last sympathetic look before leading Ginny onto the dancefloor. Lara watched them go away with a mixture of sadness and jealousy in her heart.
*I just want this night to end. All these couples around me, dancing and laughing. How come they get to be happy? Why them and not me?*
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"Please, I'm already an hour late! Just let me go!" Harry roared, struggling from the iron grip of the healer.
"I just have one last thing to check up on! Please just hold on a few minutes longer."
"YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT ALL WEEK! I WANT TO SEE LARA!" Harry yelled.
"You will, tonight. But just hold on a few minutes. You've waited a week, you can wait a few minutes more." The healer said patiently as he placed his hands over Harry's head, using his magic to check for any damages to the brain or skull. When the healer finally released Harry, the boy absolutely sprinted down the hallway to the room where his portkey was waiting.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, you've arrived."
"Yes, finally, now which one's mine?" Harry asked hurriedly, looking at the assorted objects spread throughout the table top. The room he was in was just down the corridor from his own, occupied by only a single chair and a single wooden table. The table was laden with several portkeys that would take residents of the hospital to wherever they wanted. Harry had requested a special one take him to Hogwrats.
"That one there." The wizard sitting on the chair said, pointing to a small muggle medicine cup amongst the objects.
"Thank you." Harry said.
"I know, I know, eager to go. I would be too if I was holed up in a hospital, not being able to see my girlfriend." The wizard said, smiling as he leant back in his chair.
"She's not my girlfriend, she's the love of my life." Harry corrected, reaching forward to touch the medicine girl.
"Poor girl though, she must be killing herself right now." Harry paused, his arm centimetres from the cup.
"What?"
"About you, she's still worried."
"What are you talking about?"
"You mean you haven't been told? She doesn't know you're awake, and Dumbledore's forbidden anyone to tell her."
"Why?" Harry said evenly, struggling to control his anger.
"Because he was scared you might not pull through, and he didn't want to get her hopes up." The wizard replied. "Or that's what I heard." Harry was fuming mad by this stage.
*That bloody headmaster...* Harry thought murderously.
"Why are you all dressed up?" The wizard asked suddenly, stopping Harry from grabbing the cup a second time.
"I'm late for a ball." Harry said simply, reaching forward and touching the medicine vial before the wizard could come up with any more irrelevant questions.
Feeling the tug behind his navel, Harry saw the world spin away from him in a flurry of colours and shapes before his feet slammed onto solid ground. He suddenly found himself back at Hogwarts, in the Great Hall to be precise, and judging by the sound coming from the door to his left the ball was already well under way.
Harry threw the medicine cup away, not caring where it landed. He walked towards the double doors, his deep black robes swishing behind him. Slowly opening one of the massive doors, he let himself into the hall, taking a second to let his eyes sweep over the decorations before searching for Lara.
She was not hard to find. Sitting alone at the table, fiddling with a crytal glass in her hands. She was watching the couples on the dance floor with a look that could only be described jealousy, and Harry understood exactly why.
His heart thundering in his chest, Harry walked towards her slowly, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face. As she got closer, his world seemed to stop. The music faded insignificantly into the background, and all the other people in the room disappeared until all he saw was Lara.
Reaching the table, he stood next to her and cleared his throat, but she did not looked up and register who it was.
"Hey." He said softly. Lara's face immediately snapped up at his greeting, recognizing the voice. She looked to the boy above her and was affronted with the two emerald green eyes she had been longing to see for too long.
"H....Harry?" She whispered, standing up and turning towards him. She stared at his face in shock, her heart struggling to believe it really was her Harry, standing there, alive. She reached up and stroked his face, feeling the familiar contours of his features and the soft texture of his hair beneath her fingers.
"It's me." He said, placing his hand on top of hers, which was at the moment resting on his cheek.
"It.... it can't be." She croaked, not taking her hand away from the spot where it rested.
"It can, and it is." Harry said. "You just gotta believe." Lara felt tears begin to fall down her cheeks, tears not of sorrow as they had been these past months, but of pure happiness.
"Harry." She said the name simply as a statement, loving the feel of his name on her lips. She didn't ask how he got there, how he was suddenly alive and standing in front of her. Quite frankly, she didn't care. All that mattered to her was that he was there, in that moment, in that instant.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, to let the words that he had been dying to speak finally spill themselves out from his soul. But he couldn't. He couldn't find the words to say all he wanted to say. No words in the English dictionary could do justice to the emotions bursting from his heart.
So he gave up on words and their crude methods of expression. Instead, he leant down and kissed her gently on the lips, so softly she had barely felt their prescence before he drew back.
Unsatisfied with this tantilizing kiss, Lara hooked her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Smiling, Harry placed his hands around her waist, closing the final gap between them and capturing her lips in their first true kiss.
Years into the future, Lara would try and describe what that kiss, and the millions that followed, felt like. But to put into words the feeling of Harry's lips against hers was like describing the color red to someone who has never seen it.
You can't.
You have to experience that raw passion that wells up in the very pits of your soul as you feel their lips pressed against yours, feel their tongue teasing yours, feel their warmth heat up the very depths of your heart.
You have to know what it feels like to love someone so completely you'd give up everything you are for a moment of their happiness. To love someone so deeply you'd fight against the entire world to keep them by your side.
And once you've felt these things, then perhaps you can begin to understand the sort of kiss Lara and Harry shared that night, and every night after that.
"I love you." Harry whispered.
"I love you too."
And that was all that needed to be said.
OKIES GUYZ THAT WOZ THE VERY LAST CHAPPY. I WONDER WOT YOU ALL THOUGHT ABOUT IT. PLZ R/R AND TELL ME BECAUSE I AM THINKING OF WRITING A SEQUEL, BUT I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU THINK IT WOULD BE GOOD OR IF YOU THINK THAT A SEQUEL WOULD RUIN THE WAY THAT THE STORY FLOWS.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL MY FABULOUS REVIEWERS, YOU ALL MEAN SO MUCH AND I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN STUFFED TO WRITE THIS HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR YOU.
ESPECIALLY THANX TO NATTY, WHO ACTUALLY WROTE THIS, I DIDN'T. BUT I HELPED...I PROMISE!
AND FINALLY THANX TO DREAM-SIREN, ALTHOUGH U THINK I AM TOTALLY PATIENCELESS I THANK U FOR YOUR HELP.
SEQUEL OR NO?
R/R TO LET ME NO!!!!