Title: Hook, Line, and Sinker
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: G to PG-13, depending on the chapter
Coupling: HP/DM slashy goodness
Updates: every Friday.
Summary: H/D *slash* Everyone loves the holidays because love blooms. Each chapter is a different holiday in which Harry and Draco find romance. Fifth holiday: Halloween!
A/N: I know everyone has been waiting for Halloween... so here it is! This chapter took a slightly different turn than the others, but when I got the idea, I just had to run with it! So read on and enjoy!
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Holiday 5: Halloween
Rated: PG
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"Come on, tell me!"
"No!"
They had been having the same argument for a good half hour straight, and frankly, Harry Potter was growing quite tired of it. Even if they were best mates, he was growing closer and closer to clocking Ron Weasley.
"Why the big secret? It's no big deal," Ron tried again in his attempt to get some information out of his friend.
Harry, however, refused to yield. "No," he repeated firmly, slamming his Transfiguration book shut. "That's the end of it." He stood, gathering his books and homework. "I'm going to the library for a while. If I get back and you're still harping on the subject, I won't go to the party at all, got it?" Without waiting for a response, Harry left the Gryffindor common room in a huff.
"No need to snipe," Ron muttered, plunking down on the couch that Harry had just moments before occupied.
"Let it go," Hermione Granger told her boyfriend airily. She had only been half-listening to their argument, but she knew that Ron would never win. Harry was as stubborn as the day was long. "You'll find out in a couple of hours."
Knowing he was defeated, Ron heaved a sigh and sank back into the couch with his Charms book. If he had to wait, he might as well be productive. If he wasn't, Hermione would never let him hear the end of it.
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In the library, Harry was smirking to himself. The Halloween ball was one of the biggest celebrations all year, with everyone dressing up as they pleased. The food was great, the music spectacular, and the costumes were the best of all. It was a day to leave all inhibitions at the door. Halloween was the patented 'Come As You Aren't' day.
And Harry would definitely be living up to that. He couldn't wait to see everyone's reactions when they saw him in costume. It was going to be his greatest performance yet...
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Two hours later found Harry back in Gryffindor tower among the throng of excited and panicking students. Everyone was running around, trying to get their costumes together.
"I can't find my ears!" a voice came floating from up in the dorms. A moment later Lavender Brown thundered down the stairs in an absolute frenzy. She was dressed in a cat suit, with tail and drawn-on whiskers, but no ears. "Have you seen my ears?" she asked Harry, who shook his head.
"I've found them!" Ginny Weasley called from across the room as she tossed the fuzzy black headband to Lavender, who happily thanked her and ran back upstairs.
"Aren't you going to start getting ready?" Ginny came up behind Harry, who was helping Neville Longbottom straighten the plume on the cap of his Musketeer costume. As Neville's date, Ginny was decked out in a deep purple medieval gown that matched the color of the lining of Neville's cape.
"Not yet," Harry replied distractedly. "My costume won't take too much attention."
"You're not going in the nude, are you?" Not that I'd mind..." Seamus Finnigan had heard the answer and just had to respond. It seemed he was going for the costume that would leave him the most scantily clad. He was adorned in a few strategically placed fig leaves, and that was it.
Glancing at the Irish teen in amusement, Harry finished up with Neville and sent him on his way. "Sorry to disappoint, Seamus, but I *will* be in costume at the party."
"A real shame, too," Seamus shook his head. "Now, where's my Eve?" he called up the stairs.
"Watering her Garden," Dean Thomas joked with a grin as he came downstairs in a pirate costume, eye patch and all.
Grabbing his boyfriend's hand, Seamus pulled him toward the door. "We should use the eye patch later tonight," Harry heard him say as the two left for the ball.
Soon the majority of the Gryffindors had left, leaving Harry waiting to see the costumes of his two best friends.
Ron was the first to make an appearance downstairs. He had on black leather trousers, heavy boots, and a black muscle shirt. His hair was spiked wildly, and he carried an electric guitar.
"Nice costume, Ron," Harry laughed as the redhead struck a pose with the guitar. "Very authentic."
"Thanks, mate." Ron was glad for the compliment. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to pull off the rocker bit. "Say, you wouldn't--"
"I'm not telling you," Harry interrupted. "You'll find out soon enough."
Ron shrugged, leaning on one of the tables. "Had to try one last time. Now, where is that girlfriend of mine?"
"Right here."
Both males turned their eyes toward the stairs and were shocked at the vision in front of them.
Hermione wore a long white gown accented by gold cord. The hem of the white material was hitched up as she descended the stairs, and they could see sandals with golden cord lacing up her calves. Her hair was done in a simple twist, completing her outfit as a Greek goddess.
Taking her hands in his, Harry told his friend, "You look magnificent."
Cheeks flushing, she thanked him with a brief hug.
"You really are too stunning for words," Ron pulled Hermione close, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.
Giggling, she answered, "That's all right. You have all night to find the right words. See you at the party, Harry," she called as she led Ron out.
Finally alone, Harry headed up to his dorm to change into his costume. He had had to... borrow a few items from a fellow student to make his costume authentic. He could only imagine the looks of everyone when he walked into the Great Hall. It was going to be one hell of an evening!
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The party was in full swing. The dance floor was packed, the tables filled up with laughing students. Even the chaperones were enjoying themselves.
The main topic of discussion, among students and professors alike, was the absence of Hogwarts' two most popular rivals. There were theories flying about like mad. There usually were with those two. Some people wagered the Gryffindor and Slytherin were having a duel; some figured that they just weren't going to attend the party. Hermione, Ron, and the smarter of the crowd were awaiting their costume-clad arrivals.
Moving in time to the music, Ron leaned closer to Hermione and called out, "Harry said his costume wouldn't take long. Shouldn't he be here by now, then?"
Shaking her head, Hermione took Ron's outstretched hand and twirled around a couple of times before answering, "He'll be here soon, I'm sure."
"And what about Malfoy?"
"Ron, you know Malfoy always likes to make a grand entrance," she said airily.
Oh, she could not have been more right.
They continued dancing, at first not noticing when other couples stopped. But when the music ceased, they joined the crowd of confused people. And then they saw him.
In the entranceway of the Great Hall stood Draco Malfoy... No... It was Harry Potter dressed as Draco Malfoy! He was wearing an open Slytherin robe, complete with expensively tailored uniform and green and silver striped tie. His eyes were still green but sans spectacles, and his hair was now white-blonde and slicked back, revealing his famous lightning bolt scar. He wasn't paying attention to the crowd, though. His gaze was focused on the other end of the Great Hall, in one of the side entrances.
Everyone turned to follow his stare.
Draco Malfoy dressed as Harry Potter was standing there with his hands on his hips. He was adorned in the Gryffindor uniform. His hair was black and unkempt, his silver eyes glaring at Harry from behind round spectacles. A jagged line peeked out from under his unruly bangs, no doubt belonging to a drawn-on lightning bolt. He started walking slowly, very slowly, into the crowd, who quickly parted for him.
Harry had also started walking, and soon they were in the middle of the Great Hall, a few feet apart, eyes locked.
No one breathed. They dared not interrupt what was bound to be an explosive encounter. Dumbledore even held the professors at bay, watching the two with avid amusement.
Smirking, Draco drawled, "So how does it feel to finally be gorgeous and important, Potter?"
"I don't know; you tell me," Harry returned with a smirk of his own, crossing his arms over his chest. He watched at the blonde-now-raven-head bristled, clenching his fists at his side.
Taking a step forward, Draco was now directly in front of Harry. Nonchalance was on his expression, but his eyes were burning with an unfathomable intensity. "You find this amusing, do you?"
Much as he tried to keep a straight face, Harry couldn't help but let a tiny smile grace his lips. Oh, he was *highly* amused. "I do, yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Actually, yes."
"Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"This."
When Draco raised his hand, several people braced themselves for a brawl. They had seen such fights between the two before and found that it was dangerous to be a bystander, as hexes flew in every which direction. A fist fight wasn't much better, though.
So imagine their surprise when that raised hand flew to the back of Harry's neck and pulled him closer until their lips were crushed together. And instead of Harry pulling away and spluttering, they watched as the Gryffindor clutched Draco's shoulders, kissing back passionately.
As they pulled apart, Harry was grinning stupidly. "Thanks for letting me borrow your clothes, Draco."
"Same to you, Harry," Draco answered as he casually slung an arm around Harry's waist. He glanced around to the people who were watching them in openmouthed shock. This only added to his amusement.
Following Draco's gaze, Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Spotting his friends, he called out, "So what do you think of our Halloween costumes?"
Shaking his head in disbelief, Ron said, "That's the scariest thing I've ever seen." He watched Harry's face turn to disappointment before he added with a shudder, "Malfoy with black hair? Talk about creepy!"
This made Harry laugh. He knew that Ron's joking around meant that he was fine with Harry's revelation. And if he wasn't, he'd try really hard to be, for Harry's sake. He turned to Hermione expectantly.
"Well, it could have seen worse," she answered slowly. At Harry's curious glance, she continued, "You could have tried dancing. Then we'd know there was no hope left."
This elicited chuckles from the crowd.
"Oh, I'll show you," Harry growled as he headed over to her.
"No, you don't," Draco had grabbed Harry's arm and tugged him back. "I believe the first dance is mine?"
And then the music started up again. Gradually the dance floor filled up with couples, with Harry and Draco dancing in the center, arms latched tightly around each other.
"I think it went rather well," Harry was saying, and Draco couldn't agree more.
"Did you see their faces?" he asked gleefully, twirling Harry about and then bringing him in close.
"I thought I was going to start laughing," Harry confessed. He had to use every last ounce of self-control to keep a straight face during their little skit.
"I know what you mean." The expressions on his fellow Slytherins' faces had been priceless!
They danced in silence a moment, a frown marring Harry's features.
"What is it?" Draco prompted.
Harry gave him a perplexed look before answering indignantly, "I don't know what Hermione was talking about. I do *so* know how to dance!"
Bursting into laughter, Draco pulled Harry tightly against his body and then dipped him. "Of course you do. You're a Malfoy, after all."
"Then what's *your* excuse, Mr. Potter?" Harry retorted teasingly.
"Hey, I resent that! I happen to dance very well," Draco defended himself. It was one of the stipulations of being a Malfoy. He had to have impeccable dancing skills for show reasons.
"You know..." Harry began, contemplating his words for a moment. "You look kind of... sexy with that scar." His fingers traced the inked scar running down Draco's forehead.
"Now you know what you look like to me."
Harry was pleased with that compliment. He was so used to everyone commenting on his scar that he never paid attention to it all. But now that Draco was sporting one... "Maybe you should keep it."
Draco looked ill at the thought of something permanently blemishing his beautiful face. While the scar was sexy on Harry, he didn't exactly want one for himself. "No."
"Oh, come on."
"No."
"Then we'd match."
"No."
"But it's turning me on."
A pause. Then, "No."
"Suit yourself."
"How about I suit you?" Draco raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Or un-suit you?"
Harry smiled, shaking his head. "Later. I want to enjoy the party."
"But I want you all to myself," Draco growled, nibbling Harry's ear to show him just how much he wanted them to be alone.
"The night is young. There's plenty of time for that, Mr. Potter."
"All of the nights will be young, Mr. Malfoy, after we make that name official," Draco whispered against Harry's ear, sending a delicious shiver down the other teen's spine.
"So much for 'come as you aren't,' huh?" Harry joked as he nuzzled the side of Draco's face.
"We'll leave that to everyone else. This Halloween you're mine, and the same for every one after that." He leaned in to brush his lips across Harry's.
"Mmm, I can live with that."
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See, I told you this chapter was different! Ok, so technically neither one really wooed the other, but it was still all in fun! I figure I've got two more chapters to go, Easter and April Fool's... unless someone has a holiday that I forgot? Anyway, please review! I love reviews! They make my day. A happy author is a productive author, and a productive author writes for the readers, which automatically makes everyone else happy. It's the circle of life, people! I love you guys! Until next week!
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: G to PG-13, depending on the chapter
Coupling: HP/DM slashy goodness
Updates: every Friday.
Summary: H/D *slash* Everyone loves the holidays because love blooms. Each chapter is a different holiday in which Harry and Draco find romance. Fifth holiday: Halloween!
A/N: I know everyone has been waiting for Halloween... so here it is! This chapter took a slightly different turn than the others, but when I got the idea, I just had to run with it! So read on and enjoy!
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Holiday 5: Halloween
Rated: PG
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"Come on, tell me!"
"No!"
They had been having the same argument for a good half hour straight, and frankly, Harry Potter was growing quite tired of it. Even if they were best mates, he was growing closer and closer to clocking Ron Weasley.
"Why the big secret? It's no big deal," Ron tried again in his attempt to get some information out of his friend.
Harry, however, refused to yield. "No," he repeated firmly, slamming his Transfiguration book shut. "That's the end of it." He stood, gathering his books and homework. "I'm going to the library for a while. If I get back and you're still harping on the subject, I won't go to the party at all, got it?" Without waiting for a response, Harry left the Gryffindor common room in a huff.
"No need to snipe," Ron muttered, plunking down on the couch that Harry had just moments before occupied.
"Let it go," Hermione Granger told her boyfriend airily. She had only been half-listening to their argument, but she knew that Ron would never win. Harry was as stubborn as the day was long. "You'll find out in a couple of hours."
Knowing he was defeated, Ron heaved a sigh and sank back into the couch with his Charms book. If he had to wait, he might as well be productive. If he wasn't, Hermione would never let him hear the end of it.
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In the library, Harry was smirking to himself. The Halloween ball was one of the biggest celebrations all year, with everyone dressing up as they pleased. The food was great, the music spectacular, and the costumes were the best of all. It was a day to leave all inhibitions at the door. Halloween was the patented 'Come As You Aren't' day.
And Harry would definitely be living up to that. He couldn't wait to see everyone's reactions when they saw him in costume. It was going to be his greatest performance yet...
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Two hours later found Harry back in Gryffindor tower among the throng of excited and panicking students. Everyone was running around, trying to get their costumes together.
"I can't find my ears!" a voice came floating from up in the dorms. A moment later Lavender Brown thundered down the stairs in an absolute frenzy. She was dressed in a cat suit, with tail and drawn-on whiskers, but no ears. "Have you seen my ears?" she asked Harry, who shook his head.
"I've found them!" Ginny Weasley called from across the room as she tossed the fuzzy black headband to Lavender, who happily thanked her and ran back upstairs.
"Aren't you going to start getting ready?" Ginny came up behind Harry, who was helping Neville Longbottom straighten the plume on the cap of his Musketeer costume. As Neville's date, Ginny was decked out in a deep purple medieval gown that matched the color of the lining of Neville's cape.
"Not yet," Harry replied distractedly. "My costume won't take too much attention."
"You're not going in the nude, are you?" Not that I'd mind..." Seamus Finnigan had heard the answer and just had to respond. It seemed he was going for the costume that would leave him the most scantily clad. He was adorned in a few strategically placed fig leaves, and that was it.
Glancing at the Irish teen in amusement, Harry finished up with Neville and sent him on his way. "Sorry to disappoint, Seamus, but I *will* be in costume at the party."
"A real shame, too," Seamus shook his head. "Now, where's my Eve?" he called up the stairs.
"Watering her Garden," Dean Thomas joked with a grin as he came downstairs in a pirate costume, eye patch and all.
Grabbing his boyfriend's hand, Seamus pulled him toward the door. "We should use the eye patch later tonight," Harry heard him say as the two left for the ball.
Soon the majority of the Gryffindors had left, leaving Harry waiting to see the costumes of his two best friends.
Ron was the first to make an appearance downstairs. He had on black leather trousers, heavy boots, and a black muscle shirt. His hair was spiked wildly, and he carried an electric guitar.
"Nice costume, Ron," Harry laughed as the redhead struck a pose with the guitar. "Very authentic."
"Thanks, mate." Ron was glad for the compliment. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to pull off the rocker bit. "Say, you wouldn't--"
"I'm not telling you," Harry interrupted. "You'll find out soon enough."
Ron shrugged, leaning on one of the tables. "Had to try one last time. Now, where is that girlfriend of mine?"
"Right here."
Both males turned their eyes toward the stairs and were shocked at the vision in front of them.
Hermione wore a long white gown accented by gold cord. The hem of the white material was hitched up as she descended the stairs, and they could see sandals with golden cord lacing up her calves. Her hair was done in a simple twist, completing her outfit as a Greek goddess.
Taking her hands in his, Harry told his friend, "You look magnificent."
Cheeks flushing, she thanked him with a brief hug.
"You really are too stunning for words," Ron pulled Hermione close, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.
Giggling, she answered, "That's all right. You have all night to find the right words. See you at the party, Harry," she called as she led Ron out.
Finally alone, Harry headed up to his dorm to change into his costume. He had had to... borrow a few items from a fellow student to make his costume authentic. He could only imagine the looks of everyone when he walked into the Great Hall. It was going to be one hell of an evening!
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The party was in full swing. The dance floor was packed, the tables filled up with laughing students. Even the chaperones were enjoying themselves.
The main topic of discussion, among students and professors alike, was the absence of Hogwarts' two most popular rivals. There were theories flying about like mad. There usually were with those two. Some people wagered the Gryffindor and Slytherin were having a duel; some figured that they just weren't going to attend the party. Hermione, Ron, and the smarter of the crowd were awaiting their costume-clad arrivals.
Moving in time to the music, Ron leaned closer to Hermione and called out, "Harry said his costume wouldn't take long. Shouldn't he be here by now, then?"
Shaking her head, Hermione took Ron's outstretched hand and twirled around a couple of times before answering, "He'll be here soon, I'm sure."
"And what about Malfoy?"
"Ron, you know Malfoy always likes to make a grand entrance," she said airily.
Oh, she could not have been more right.
They continued dancing, at first not noticing when other couples stopped. But when the music ceased, they joined the crowd of confused people. And then they saw him.
In the entranceway of the Great Hall stood Draco Malfoy... No... It was Harry Potter dressed as Draco Malfoy! He was wearing an open Slytherin robe, complete with expensively tailored uniform and green and silver striped tie. His eyes were still green but sans spectacles, and his hair was now white-blonde and slicked back, revealing his famous lightning bolt scar. He wasn't paying attention to the crowd, though. His gaze was focused on the other end of the Great Hall, in one of the side entrances.
Everyone turned to follow his stare.
Draco Malfoy dressed as Harry Potter was standing there with his hands on his hips. He was adorned in the Gryffindor uniform. His hair was black and unkempt, his silver eyes glaring at Harry from behind round spectacles. A jagged line peeked out from under his unruly bangs, no doubt belonging to a drawn-on lightning bolt. He started walking slowly, very slowly, into the crowd, who quickly parted for him.
Harry had also started walking, and soon they were in the middle of the Great Hall, a few feet apart, eyes locked.
No one breathed. They dared not interrupt what was bound to be an explosive encounter. Dumbledore even held the professors at bay, watching the two with avid amusement.
Smirking, Draco drawled, "So how does it feel to finally be gorgeous and important, Potter?"
"I don't know; you tell me," Harry returned with a smirk of his own, crossing his arms over his chest. He watched at the blonde-now-raven-head bristled, clenching his fists at his side.
Taking a step forward, Draco was now directly in front of Harry. Nonchalance was on his expression, but his eyes were burning with an unfathomable intensity. "You find this amusing, do you?"
Much as he tried to keep a straight face, Harry couldn't help but let a tiny smile grace his lips. Oh, he was *highly* amused. "I do, yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Actually, yes."
"Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"This."
When Draco raised his hand, several people braced themselves for a brawl. They had seen such fights between the two before and found that it was dangerous to be a bystander, as hexes flew in every which direction. A fist fight wasn't much better, though.
So imagine their surprise when that raised hand flew to the back of Harry's neck and pulled him closer until their lips were crushed together. And instead of Harry pulling away and spluttering, they watched as the Gryffindor clutched Draco's shoulders, kissing back passionately.
As they pulled apart, Harry was grinning stupidly. "Thanks for letting me borrow your clothes, Draco."
"Same to you, Harry," Draco answered as he casually slung an arm around Harry's waist. He glanced around to the people who were watching them in openmouthed shock. This only added to his amusement.
Following Draco's gaze, Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Spotting his friends, he called out, "So what do you think of our Halloween costumes?"
Shaking his head in disbelief, Ron said, "That's the scariest thing I've ever seen." He watched Harry's face turn to disappointment before he added with a shudder, "Malfoy with black hair? Talk about creepy!"
This made Harry laugh. He knew that Ron's joking around meant that he was fine with Harry's revelation. And if he wasn't, he'd try really hard to be, for Harry's sake. He turned to Hermione expectantly.
"Well, it could have seen worse," she answered slowly. At Harry's curious glance, she continued, "You could have tried dancing. Then we'd know there was no hope left."
This elicited chuckles from the crowd.
"Oh, I'll show you," Harry growled as he headed over to her.
"No, you don't," Draco had grabbed Harry's arm and tugged him back. "I believe the first dance is mine?"
And then the music started up again. Gradually the dance floor filled up with couples, with Harry and Draco dancing in the center, arms latched tightly around each other.
"I think it went rather well," Harry was saying, and Draco couldn't agree more.
"Did you see their faces?" he asked gleefully, twirling Harry about and then bringing him in close.
"I thought I was going to start laughing," Harry confessed. He had to use every last ounce of self-control to keep a straight face during their little skit.
"I know what you mean." The expressions on his fellow Slytherins' faces had been priceless!
They danced in silence a moment, a frown marring Harry's features.
"What is it?" Draco prompted.
Harry gave him a perplexed look before answering indignantly, "I don't know what Hermione was talking about. I do *so* know how to dance!"
Bursting into laughter, Draco pulled Harry tightly against his body and then dipped him. "Of course you do. You're a Malfoy, after all."
"Then what's *your* excuse, Mr. Potter?" Harry retorted teasingly.
"Hey, I resent that! I happen to dance very well," Draco defended himself. It was one of the stipulations of being a Malfoy. He had to have impeccable dancing skills for show reasons.
"You know..." Harry began, contemplating his words for a moment. "You look kind of... sexy with that scar." His fingers traced the inked scar running down Draco's forehead.
"Now you know what you look like to me."
Harry was pleased with that compliment. He was so used to everyone commenting on his scar that he never paid attention to it all. But now that Draco was sporting one... "Maybe you should keep it."
Draco looked ill at the thought of something permanently blemishing his beautiful face. While the scar was sexy on Harry, he didn't exactly want one for himself. "No."
"Oh, come on."
"No."
"Then we'd match."
"No."
"But it's turning me on."
A pause. Then, "No."
"Suit yourself."
"How about I suit you?" Draco raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Or un-suit you?"
Harry smiled, shaking his head. "Later. I want to enjoy the party."
"But I want you all to myself," Draco growled, nibbling Harry's ear to show him just how much he wanted them to be alone.
"The night is young. There's plenty of time for that, Mr. Potter."
"All of the nights will be young, Mr. Malfoy, after we make that name official," Draco whispered against Harry's ear, sending a delicious shiver down the other teen's spine.
"So much for 'come as you aren't,' huh?" Harry joked as he nuzzled the side of Draco's face.
"We'll leave that to everyone else. This Halloween you're mine, and the same for every one after that." He leaned in to brush his lips across Harry's.
"Mmm, I can live with that."
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See, I told you this chapter was different! Ok, so technically neither one really wooed the other, but it was still all in fun! I figure I've got two more chapters to go, Easter and April Fool's... unless someone has a holiday that I forgot? Anyway, please review! I love reviews! They make my day. A happy author is a productive author, and a productive author writes for the readers, which automatically makes everyone else happy. It's the circle of life, people! I love you guys! Until next week!
