Author: I am terribly sorry for the lateness of my chapter; I've just been
having some trouble over the week. Anyway I'm also sorry that I'm forcing
you all to review (even if it did work) and I won't do it again because I
don't wanna make promises I can't keep. Anyway, I'm no longer depressed or
violently angry now so I think I'll be able to write again. Also I know how
horrible my grammar is so if anyone of you could please be my beta reader
that would be great, except you would probably have to beta read all of my
stories because I have never beta read any of them. So could anyone please
beta read my stories?
Tureinn: Can we get on with this please? Only snobby people like Draco care about the grammar, who cares? As long as it's readable and not disastrous, I'd say it's ok.
Draco: Well of course being grammatically correct wouldn't matter to you Archer, you're English is horrible yourself.
Tureinn: Well that's because I have more important things in my life to worry about. Words are there to help us communicate with others; it shouldn't really matter as long as it's understandable.
Draco: What other important things? The only things you do all day before me is get high, skate board and try to piss your parents off.
Author: OK you two, SHUT UP! I told you before. If you're gonna stay in my head, don't argue with each other, I'm already having a migraine, don't make me put both of you in pink thongs as punishment.
Tureinn: OK, we'll stop.
Draco: What's so wrong with pink thongs? Um.did I just say that out loud?
Warning: This chapter contains a little bit of OOCness, and I might just be going a little too fast with the plot.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter Seven: I met an angel on a train
Tureinn sighed as he looked at his miniature skateboard. It was time to pack for the journey to Hogwarts. Hogwarts, where he will truly become Draco Malfoy. The true purpose of why he was here.
He stuffed the relic of his old life into his pocket and started packing. Putting all of his personal things into a bag. His CDs, his toothbrush, his old t shirt and jeans, his tongue ring and other small bits and pieces of who he used to be and hopefully still is, somewhere in there.
"Reducio!" The boy cast, shrinking the backpack to the size of a mouse and again, stuffed it into his robe pocket.
While waiting for the house elves to arrive with his packed luggage the boy took a look at himself in the mirror. (A habit he picked up since he started living here.) He looked exactly like he imagined he would look. His platinum blond hair was slicked back and his pale form draped in expensive designer robes. He looked exactly like Draco did when he first met the other boy and though he knew he should have gotten use to it by now the thought still scared him.
He sighed once again before walking off to the Owelry to send letters to his muggle friends. He knew Draco want him communicating with them but he didn't care, it was still his life and no where in the magical contact says that he couldn't talk to them; he just couldn't tell them fully what he was up to.
After sending the owls, he walked back to what he now thought of as 'his room' where Beamy was waiting for him with his trunk ready and packed to go.
"Well, let's get this show on the road then," he said in a dialect, not of his own.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione panted as they slowed down their trolleys after racing through the barrier like they did when they were younger.
Platform 9 and 3/4 was as it always been, busy and crowded with students and their families, saying goodbye as they part them and saying hello to friends, old and new as they start on another year of their education.
The Boy who lived pushed his trolley forward, trying not to hit anyone. Unfortunately (or fortunately) he did.
"Watch where you're going, will you?" The voice spat before either of them realised who they were talking to.
"I'm sorry..." Harry said automatically before looking up. "Oh, it's you," Harry said, faking the malice, he had grown used to the act of animosity towards Draco a long time ago.
The blond looked up as he heard, ready to throw back an insult as Draco would have, but stopped, his mouth hanging open slightly as he looked at the boy in front of him.
Crystal blue eyes caught the glow of deep emerald, sparkling like gems as the two continued to just stand there and stare at each other.
Wow, what a beauty, Tureinn thought, not able to say anything. He assumed the person standing in front of him must be the famous Harry Potter that Draco complained about so often. Looking at the other boy he could see why someone like Draco wouldn't like someone like him.
He was gorgeous, with his (sexy) messy black hair, blown in the light wind. His skin glowed golden in the sun light Greek gods he'd seen in the Hercules cartoon Kim showed him. His rosy red lips were slightly pouty and very kissable. And his eyes, his sparkling emerald eyes shone with the light of innocence, yet had the look of someone who had had experiences of those far beyond his age. Through them he can also see his fiery passion, unlike the ice of Draco's pale blue.
Basically, he was everything Draco was not and would never be. Just that fact was enough to make Tureinn like him, not that he hadn't already.
While these thoughts ran through Tureinn's mind, Harry looked at him curiously. There was something different about the Draco Malfoy he was staring at right now. Harry knew, instinctively that this wasn't the Draco Malfoy he saw only a few weeks ago at Madam Malkin's. There was definitely something different about him, but what? Harry thought as he looked closer at the boy staring at him.
"What are you staring at ferret?" The voice sounding behind them pulled both of them out from their thoughts and back to reality.
Tureinn blinked a few times before turning to look at the one who had disrupted their staring contest. The other boy had very bright red hair, bright blue eyes and a tall and rather slim figure. His freckles contrasted greatly against his pale skin. An aura of pure hatred was directed towards the blond. This must be the Weasley that Draco also hated so much.
"Calm down Ron, don't start a fight. If you do, you'll be just as bad as he is. Besides he hasn't said anything to us...yet." A girl with busy brown hair said as she came up behind the two and pulled her red haired friend back before a fight could ensue.
And this must be the muggle born, Granger, as Tureinn recalled from what Draco had told him. She didn't seem so bad, he thought, but then who could ever trust that snobby, arrogant brat's opinion anyway.
Suddenly, after standing completely still for who knows how long, Tureinn realised that he hadn't said anything yet since he saw the black haired boy.
Oh my god, I just got here and already I'm might be losing my cover! What am I gonna say? He asked himself as he tried to come up with a snide remark. But it seemed that he had left all of his wit somewhere else. OK, calm down, what would Draco do in this situation?
Then, without saying anything, the boy just gave his best smirk, then spun round and walking away. His robes flaring like wings as he did so.
He's still so beautiful, even if he is different. Harry thought as he watched his 'crush' walk away.
"Dear Merlin! The ferret's starting to act like Snape now." Ron said as he stared at the blond, looking at the flaring robe, a trick that he'd only saw Snape do. "This is getting worse and worse. Hermione, what if all of Slytherin started becoming Snape! I can barely stand one."
"Oh don't be silly Ron." Hermione replied, sounding very much like Mrs. Weasley as she put her hands on her waist. Ron noticed this and clung onto Harry.
"Oh no! Harry, it's happening to Mione too, she's becoming my mother. Oh Merlin, everyone's turning into someone else." Ron clung onto Harry's robes as he said this. Hermione's eyes widen as she stared at her friend, she took a book she was reading before and hit him with it. (and you all know how big the books she reads are.)
"Ow! That hurts."
"Come on you guys, stop it. We need to be getting on the train now before the compartment's full." Harry said, cutting both of them off as he took them both by the hand and drag them onto the train.
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The trio found a compartment at almost the end of the train and was sharing it with Luna Lovegood who was as usual reading an issue of the Quibbler and Ginny who moved to a different compartment with her new boyfriend Terry Boot from Ravenclaw.
Meanwhile, Tureinn was sitting in a compartment not very far from them, being crushed on the side by Draco's two sidekicks Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. And being crushed from the top by the vivacious and obnoxious pug face blond, Pansy Parkinson who was as he recalled, Draco's hated fiancé sitting opposite her was a big and rather ugly girl by the name of Millicent Bulstrode who seemed rather jealous. Next to her was another boy with long dark hair, pale skin and leather pants by the name of Blaise Zambini.
"Pansy, will you please remove your overly large arse from my lap?" Tureinn said in an even tone.
"But Draco..." the girl blabbed on about something to him before he pushed her onto the floor and walked out of the crowded compartment. He could here the girl complaining as he walked away and told the others not to follow and began he quest for another compartment.
The first compartment he looked into was filled with a group of first year Hufflepuff boys who started screaming and edging away into a corner when he opened the door. The next one was full of 5th and 6th year girls who tried to jump on him and give him a kiss. He shut the door immediately and went in search of another one. The next one was full of Griffindors eating some snack, he had to duck the moment he opened the door because once they saw him, they started throwing their food at him. Definitely not this one, he thought. The fourth compartment he opened was almost empty, except for Ginny and Terry who was currently involved in making out on the floor.
Ok, if this one doesn't work I guess I'll just have to go back and get myself crushed in the Slytherin's compartment. But all thoughts left him as he opened the door, because, there sitting in the compartment staring out the window, was the sexy angel he saw earlier.
"What are you doing here Malfoy? Want another duel? Last time wasn't enough for you?" Again, the red head was the first person who spoke.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Weasel. I'm not looking for trouble, just a compartment to stay in," Tureinn said coolly before sitting himself down next to Harry.
There was an uncomfortable silence as the train continued to move. The trio stared at the blond as he stared at Harry. Not a word was spoken between them until...
"So Draco, is it true that your father can turn himself into a fluffy pink bunny?" Luna asked suddenly.
Draco looked confused as the others looked amused.
"Not... that I know of, why?"
"Well, it says it right here in this issue of the Quibbler that your father escaped from Azkaban by turning himself into a pink bunny and hopping away from the dementers and that that's why no one has found him yet. Because no one would suspect that a pink bunny is actually Lucius Malfoy." Luna explained as the trio burst into open laughter at the aspect.
Tureinn tried as hard as he could not to burst into laughter too, he could just imagine Draco's face as he heard this. His face was glowing almost as red as Weasley's hair but he kept quiet. Luna must have mistaken his expression for anger because she instantly stopped talking about it and they all returned to their usual awkward silence.
As the hours passed by slowly, Tureinn got bored counting the trees they passed through the window. The fake blond boy took out his bag and rumpled through them until he got his Hogwarts uniform out. Then he took off his robes and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Ron screamed as Harry and Hermione stared with eyes like saucers.
"Well obviously Weasley, I am changing into my uniform" he slipped the shirt off of his arms as if to emphasis this.
Harry continued to stare at his half naked and very delicious looking archenemy.
"Can't you do that somewhere else? No one here wants to see you all naked."
"I'd beg to differ, Weasel" he said putting his hands on his waste and posing like a Calvin Klein underwear model. Then he turned to Harry and gave him his most suggestive smile. Harry blushed cherry red, all thoughts of 'something different about Draco' disappearing and being replaced by naughty images running through his head.
Tureinn leaned closer to the shy boy and whispered softly in his ears. "Do you like what you see, Potter?" Then he reached down to and started unbuttoning his dark blue trousers. After pulling the zipper down, revealing a little bit of his green silk boxers, he leaned back to Harry again. "I could show you more, you know."
Just before he could stick his tongue out and lick the earlobe in front of him, he was pulled away from him by strong hands pinching his ears.
Hermione, who had remained most quiet throughout this journey, opened the door and threw him out on his butt.
"I will not have you molesting my friends while I'm here, Malfoy. Go bother someone else." She said as she threw his clothes out with him.
"Yeah, get out of here you bloody fag!" Ron piped in before the bushy haired girl slammed the door shut.
Tureinn picked up the discarded clothes. You did it again, he thought to himself. You might have blown your cover. But the boy wasn't quite so convince that Draco himself wouldn't do what he just did if he had the chance. Well, at least no one suspected anything.
Then the boy heard a loud noise coming from behind him. Apparently the girls who were trying to grab him form before had heard him and was all running towards him. Tureinn at warp speed picked up the rest of his things and ran like hell.
Ignoring the strange looks he got from the others on the train who heard what happened and came to have a look. They had all expected Draco to cause trouble to the trio on the train ride, they knew it was customary at the start of every year, but the image of a half naked Draco thrown out of the compartment on his arse was really the last thing they expected.
As the blond boy ran out of sight, the rumour mill turned as the gossips and speculations spread throughout the train.
TBC
OK, I know that took a really long time, what happened was I actually skipped school on Monday just to write this, but it was on that day that my crappy internet connection broke, and it wasn't fixed until now.
BTW this is the only story I've written that I haven't plan, so it might take a while to update, I didn't plan what happened in this chapter at all, so I don't know what's gonna happen next, it just came as I write I didn't even know what I was gonna write in this chapter till I was on the keyboard. Anyway my computer is total crap so it might be broken very often so sorry if I don't email you back or update my story that often.
Also I'm very busy like a lot of story writers out there, I haven't had time to read any of my favourite stories lately at all, or time to review. So if I promise to any of you that I will read it, it might take awhile, sorry Goldengirl2.
Anyway, please review, I'm not saying I won't write if you don't, but it's a good encouragement for me who has some (well more than some) dependency issues.
Tureinn: Can we get on with this please? Only snobby people like Draco care about the grammar, who cares? As long as it's readable and not disastrous, I'd say it's ok.
Draco: Well of course being grammatically correct wouldn't matter to you Archer, you're English is horrible yourself.
Tureinn: Well that's because I have more important things in my life to worry about. Words are there to help us communicate with others; it shouldn't really matter as long as it's understandable.
Draco: What other important things? The only things you do all day before me is get high, skate board and try to piss your parents off.
Author: OK you two, SHUT UP! I told you before. If you're gonna stay in my head, don't argue with each other, I'm already having a migraine, don't make me put both of you in pink thongs as punishment.
Tureinn: OK, we'll stop.
Draco: What's so wrong with pink thongs? Um.did I just say that out loud?
Warning: This chapter contains a little bit of OOCness, and I might just be going a little too fast with the plot.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter Seven: I met an angel on a train
Tureinn sighed as he looked at his miniature skateboard. It was time to pack for the journey to Hogwarts. Hogwarts, where he will truly become Draco Malfoy. The true purpose of why he was here.
He stuffed the relic of his old life into his pocket and started packing. Putting all of his personal things into a bag. His CDs, his toothbrush, his old t shirt and jeans, his tongue ring and other small bits and pieces of who he used to be and hopefully still is, somewhere in there.
"Reducio!" The boy cast, shrinking the backpack to the size of a mouse and again, stuffed it into his robe pocket.
While waiting for the house elves to arrive with his packed luggage the boy took a look at himself in the mirror. (A habit he picked up since he started living here.) He looked exactly like he imagined he would look. His platinum blond hair was slicked back and his pale form draped in expensive designer robes. He looked exactly like Draco did when he first met the other boy and though he knew he should have gotten use to it by now the thought still scared him.
He sighed once again before walking off to the Owelry to send letters to his muggle friends. He knew Draco want him communicating with them but he didn't care, it was still his life and no where in the magical contact says that he couldn't talk to them; he just couldn't tell them fully what he was up to.
After sending the owls, he walked back to what he now thought of as 'his room' where Beamy was waiting for him with his trunk ready and packed to go.
"Well, let's get this show on the road then," he said in a dialect, not of his own.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione panted as they slowed down their trolleys after racing through the barrier like they did when they were younger.
Platform 9 and 3/4 was as it always been, busy and crowded with students and their families, saying goodbye as they part them and saying hello to friends, old and new as they start on another year of their education.
The Boy who lived pushed his trolley forward, trying not to hit anyone. Unfortunately (or fortunately) he did.
"Watch where you're going, will you?" The voice spat before either of them realised who they were talking to.
"I'm sorry..." Harry said automatically before looking up. "Oh, it's you," Harry said, faking the malice, he had grown used to the act of animosity towards Draco a long time ago.
The blond looked up as he heard, ready to throw back an insult as Draco would have, but stopped, his mouth hanging open slightly as he looked at the boy in front of him.
Crystal blue eyes caught the glow of deep emerald, sparkling like gems as the two continued to just stand there and stare at each other.
Wow, what a beauty, Tureinn thought, not able to say anything. He assumed the person standing in front of him must be the famous Harry Potter that Draco complained about so often. Looking at the other boy he could see why someone like Draco wouldn't like someone like him.
He was gorgeous, with his (sexy) messy black hair, blown in the light wind. His skin glowed golden in the sun light Greek gods he'd seen in the Hercules cartoon Kim showed him. His rosy red lips were slightly pouty and very kissable. And his eyes, his sparkling emerald eyes shone with the light of innocence, yet had the look of someone who had had experiences of those far beyond his age. Through them he can also see his fiery passion, unlike the ice of Draco's pale blue.
Basically, he was everything Draco was not and would never be. Just that fact was enough to make Tureinn like him, not that he hadn't already.
While these thoughts ran through Tureinn's mind, Harry looked at him curiously. There was something different about the Draco Malfoy he was staring at right now. Harry knew, instinctively that this wasn't the Draco Malfoy he saw only a few weeks ago at Madam Malkin's. There was definitely something different about him, but what? Harry thought as he looked closer at the boy staring at him.
"What are you staring at ferret?" The voice sounding behind them pulled both of them out from their thoughts and back to reality.
Tureinn blinked a few times before turning to look at the one who had disrupted their staring contest. The other boy had very bright red hair, bright blue eyes and a tall and rather slim figure. His freckles contrasted greatly against his pale skin. An aura of pure hatred was directed towards the blond. This must be the Weasley that Draco also hated so much.
"Calm down Ron, don't start a fight. If you do, you'll be just as bad as he is. Besides he hasn't said anything to us...yet." A girl with busy brown hair said as she came up behind the two and pulled her red haired friend back before a fight could ensue.
And this must be the muggle born, Granger, as Tureinn recalled from what Draco had told him. She didn't seem so bad, he thought, but then who could ever trust that snobby, arrogant brat's opinion anyway.
Suddenly, after standing completely still for who knows how long, Tureinn realised that he hadn't said anything yet since he saw the black haired boy.
Oh my god, I just got here and already I'm might be losing my cover! What am I gonna say? He asked himself as he tried to come up with a snide remark. But it seemed that he had left all of his wit somewhere else. OK, calm down, what would Draco do in this situation?
Then, without saying anything, the boy just gave his best smirk, then spun round and walking away. His robes flaring like wings as he did so.
He's still so beautiful, even if he is different. Harry thought as he watched his 'crush' walk away.
"Dear Merlin! The ferret's starting to act like Snape now." Ron said as he stared at the blond, looking at the flaring robe, a trick that he'd only saw Snape do. "This is getting worse and worse. Hermione, what if all of Slytherin started becoming Snape! I can barely stand one."
"Oh don't be silly Ron." Hermione replied, sounding very much like Mrs. Weasley as she put her hands on her waist. Ron noticed this and clung onto Harry.
"Oh no! Harry, it's happening to Mione too, she's becoming my mother. Oh Merlin, everyone's turning into someone else." Ron clung onto Harry's robes as he said this. Hermione's eyes widen as she stared at her friend, she took a book she was reading before and hit him with it. (and you all know how big the books she reads are.)
"Ow! That hurts."
"Come on you guys, stop it. We need to be getting on the train now before the compartment's full." Harry said, cutting both of them off as he took them both by the hand and drag them onto the train.
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The trio found a compartment at almost the end of the train and was sharing it with Luna Lovegood who was as usual reading an issue of the Quibbler and Ginny who moved to a different compartment with her new boyfriend Terry Boot from Ravenclaw.
Meanwhile, Tureinn was sitting in a compartment not very far from them, being crushed on the side by Draco's two sidekicks Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. And being crushed from the top by the vivacious and obnoxious pug face blond, Pansy Parkinson who was as he recalled, Draco's hated fiancé sitting opposite her was a big and rather ugly girl by the name of Millicent Bulstrode who seemed rather jealous. Next to her was another boy with long dark hair, pale skin and leather pants by the name of Blaise Zambini.
"Pansy, will you please remove your overly large arse from my lap?" Tureinn said in an even tone.
"But Draco..." the girl blabbed on about something to him before he pushed her onto the floor and walked out of the crowded compartment. He could here the girl complaining as he walked away and told the others not to follow and began he quest for another compartment.
The first compartment he looked into was filled with a group of first year Hufflepuff boys who started screaming and edging away into a corner when he opened the door. The next one was full of 5th and 6th year girls who tried to jump on him and give him a kiss. He shut the door immediately and went in search of another one. The next one was full of Griffindors eating some snack, he had to duck the moment he opened the door because once they saw him, they started throwing their food at him. Definitely not this one, he thought. The fourth compartment he opened was almost empty, except for Ginny and Terry who was currently involved in making out on the floor.
Ok, if this one doesn't work I guess I'll just have to go back and get myself crushed in the Slytherin's compartment. But all thoughts left him as he opened the door, because, there sitting in the compartment staring out the window, was the sexy angel he saw earlier.
"What are you doing here Malfoy? Want another duel? Last time wasn't enough for you?" Again, the red head was the first person who spoke.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Weasel. I'm not looking for trouble, just a compartment to stay in," Tureinn said coolly before sitting himself down next to Harry.
There was an uncomfortable silence as the train continued to move. The trio stared at the blond as he stared at Harry. Not a word was spoken between them until...
"So Draco, is it true that your father can turn himself into a fluffy pink bunny?" Luna asked suddenly.
Draco looked confused as the others looked amused.
"Not... that I know of, why?"
"Well, it says it right here in this issue of the Quibbler that your father escaped from Azkaban by turning himself into a pink bunny and hopping away from the dementers and that that's why no one has found him yet. Because no one would suspect that a pink bunny is actually Lucius Malfoy." Luna explained as the trio burst into open laughter at the aspect.
Tureinn tried as hard as he could not to burst into laughter too, he could just imagine Draco's face as he heard this. His face was glowing almost as red as Weasley's hair but he kept quiet. Luna must have mistaken his expression for anger because she instantly stopped talking about it and they all returned to their usual awkward silence.
As the hours passed by slowly, Tureinn got bored counting the trees they passed through the window. The fake blond boy took out his bag and rumpled through them until he got his Hogwarts uniform out. Then he took off his robes and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Ron screamed as Harry and Hermione stared with eyes like saucers.
"Well obviously Weasley, I am changing into my uniform" he slipped the shirt off of his arms as if to emphasis this.
Harry continued to stare at his half naked and very delicious looking archenemy.
"Can't you do that somewhere else? No one here wants to see you all naked."
"I'd beg to differ, Weasel" he said putting his hands on his waste and posing like a Calvin Klein underwear model. Then he turned to Harry and gave him his most suggestive smile. Harry blushed cherry red, all thoughts of 'something different about Draco' disappearing and being replaced by naughty images running through his head.
Tureinn leaned closer to the shy boy and whispered softly in his ears. "Do you like what you see, Potter?" Then he reached down to and started unbuttoning his dark blue trousers. After pulling the zipper down, revealing a little bit of his green silk boxers, he leaned back to Harry again. "I could show you more, you know."
Just before he could stick his tongue out and lick the earlobe in front of him, he was pulled away from him by strong hands pinching his ears.
Hermione, who had remained most quiet throughout this journey, opened the door and threw him out on his butt.
"I will not have you molesting my friends while I'm here, Malfoy. Go bother someone else." She said as she threw his clothes out with him.
"Yeah, get out of here you bloody fag!" Ron piped in before the bushy haired girl slammed the door shut.
Tureinn picked up the discarded clothes. You did it again, he thought to himself. You might have blown your cover. But the boy wasn't quite so convince that Draco himself wouldn't do what he just did if he had the chance. Well, at least no one suspected anything.
Then the boy heard a loud noise coming from behind him. Apparently the girls who were trying to grab him form before had heard him and was all running towards him. Tureinn at warp speed picked up the rest of his things and ran like hell.
Ignoring the strange looks he got from the others on the train who heard what happened and came to have a look. They had all expected Draco to cause trouble to the trio on the train ride, they knew it was customary at the start of every year, but the image of a half naked Draco thrown out of the compartment on his arse was really the last thing they expected.
As the blond boy ran out of sight, the rumour mill turned as the gossips and speculations spread throughout the train.
TBC
OK, I know that took a really long time, what happened was I actually skipped school on Monday just to write this, but it was on that day that my crappy internet connection broke, and it wasn't fixed until now.
BTW this is the only story I've written that I haven't plan, so it might take a while to update, I didn't plan what happened in this chapter at all, so I don't know what's gonna happen next, it just came as I write I didn't even know what I was gonna write in this chapter till I was on the keyboard. Anyway my computer is total crap so it might be broken very often so sorry if I don't email you back or update my story that often.
Also I'm very busy like a lot of story writers out there, I haven't had time to read any of my favourite stories lately at all, or time to review. So if I promise to any of you that I will read it, it might take awhile, sorry Goldengirl2.
Anyway, please review, I'm not saying I won't write if you don't, but it's a good encouragement for me who has some (well more than some) dependency issues.