A/N: I apologize for the long wait. I thank all of you who waited with me
for this chapter to come. I don't write my entire story at once and then
post it chapter by chapter. Instead, I post my first idea for my first
chapter and let it develop with me. In a way, I have to wait for the
chapters to arrive as much as you. So, without any further ado: the Yule
Ball.
[---] Hermione's thoughts {---} Lupin's thoughts
The Yule Ball
The halls quickly filled with the rumor of who was going with whom or who wanted to go with whom to the Yule Ball. Several people, including an embarrassed Ron, had asked Hermione to go with them but she turned all of them down. The one person who she wanted to go with could never, would never ask her.
Lupin had always liked this time of year. The snow surrounding Hogwarts calmed him though it was only days until the next full moon. His heightened senses picked up the scents of many emotions in his classroom: fear, grief, anxiety, delight, jealously, the list continued on and on. He could smell his own fear and grief. The fear of her discovering his true feelings, and grief over a love dead before it was even born.
Hogsmeade weekend arrived much to quickly for Hermione's taste. It forced her to realize the reality that was staring her in the face: she could never be as happy as the rest of the girls, the ones who loved and were loved in return. [Will I always wander this earth with a dying soul? Will I never be happy? Will I always watch them with jealousy, watch him with resentment, and look at myself, rather, the ghost of myself?]
Lupin watched from his office as the students filed out of the castle. As soon as they reached the gates, they hurried ever faster, as though Hogsmeade would disappear if they didn't reach it in time. Only one student walked slowly, pushed along by the girls around her.
Hermione glanced up at the castle. Her gaze landed upon his window first by total accident. She tried moved faster, to get away from him, but her heart held her back. As her feet began to drag, Ginny gave her a push. "Come on, Hermione, we want to get to Madame Malkin's while there are still good dress robes. Don't want to end up like Ron, now, do you?" Finally, Hermione moved faster. [I'll make him regret not loving me.]
Lupin was struck with inspiration. {I've got it! I can show her without telling her or getting fired. Where's my quill...} The students who had stayed behind gaped at their Dark Arts professor as he dashed to the Owlery with a letter in one hand and gold glinting out of one pocket.
The girls, lead by a now-sprinting Hermione, barged through the door of Madame Malkin's. It seemed that they had beaten everyone else. "Oh, hello, dears. Come in, look around," said the witch in charge of the shop while Madame Malkin tended the shop at Diagon Alley. "But first, are any of you Hermione Granger?"
"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione responded between gasps. She had exerted herself a bit too much in the last 400 meters.
"Buy whatever you like, dear. Someone already paid for your robes." The girls around Hermione began to tease her.
"Oh shut up and help me find some robes!" Pavarti, always thinking of others said, interrupting the curious chatter of her friends.
"Well spoken, dear," the shop-keeper cut in. "Now, who wants what?"
After several hours, the longest hours of Hermione's life, she was finally fitted. After many sets of robes, she finally found the perfect one. "Hermione," Ginny said, "that's the most beautiful set of robes I've ever seen." Indeed they were. Hermione's robes were a deep blue with neutral shades woven in. The style was simple, falling straight from Hermione's shoulders and the bottom of the robes were a bit to long yet fell perfectly around Hermione's feet, making her look taller. They had slight ribbing on the sides with a princess cut. The sleeves were a long bell-cut but not so large that they twisted around Hermione's arms. "They're so. Elvish." Everyone looked at Ginny with a strange expression. "Muggle thing. Dean and I watched the movies many times over when I visited him over the summer." The girls nodded but didn't really understand.
"Oh. My. God."
"What is it, Hermione?"
"Gin, look at the price!"
"Doesn't matter. Your secret admirer is paying, remember?"
The girls paid, well, all the girls but Hermione paid, and they went out into the snow to trek back to Hogwarts. Hermione still led the group, but the pace was noticeably slower. They were the last group to enter Hogwarts' gates.
The next couple of weeks passed without event. More people were asked to the ball, several more people were turned down. Harry was asked by many girls but didn't accept a single offer. He was, as usual, depressed but Hermione paid him no attention. Finally, it was the day of the Yule Ball.
The Commons rooms was quickly filled with boys in their best robes waiting for their dates. Once the girls began to arrive, couples began to slowly file out. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were the only ones in their group without a date. Neville had been asked by Luna. As the rest left, Hermione paused for a moment, almost regretting her decision to go at all. With a push from Ginny, she stumbled out of the door to Gryffindor Tower and walked down the stairs to the Great Hall.
Lupin stood and walked out of his office to go to the ball. There had been one of these when he was at Hogwarts. It was one of the worst days of his life. However, this day was about to take the cake. The one person in the entire universe that he wanted to go with would never want to or be able to accompany him. He had to go anyway. Dumbledore had insisted that they go under pain of listening to a Muggle artist named Britney Spears. Lupin had once experienced that and refused to ever again.
The Great Hall was filled with huge Christmas trees and in the center of the hall was a dance floor that reminded Hermione of a movie she had once seen, 'Saturday Night Fever'. The Weird Sisters were setting up on a temporary stage. Hermione and her friends took a table in the corner opposite the main doors. [No easy exit, I suppose.]
Lupin walked into the hall through the staff entrance. His place card was between Professors Trelawney and Sprout. Both wanted to have the first dance with him but he just made up something about how he could never choose between the two of them. They giggled like schoolgirls. He groaned.
Sadly, the first waltz began to play much to early for Lupin's, and Hermione's, tastes. Trelawney, it seemed, possessed strength belied by her stature. She dragged Lupin onto the floor that had finally stopped flashing and began to lead him in a waltz.
A blushing Ron came up to Hermione at the first beat of the waltz and asked her to dance. She couldn't turn him down again so she just accepted against her better judgment. They reached the dance floor and awkwardly put their arms around one another. Hermione didn't pay attention to what they were doing. Luckily, Ron was a better dancer than Neville, who kept stepping on Luna. Hermione wasn't paying attention to Ron, Neville, or anyone in the room for that matter. Anyone but Lupin and Trelawney. [What is he doing? How can he dance with that-that BAT?] She turned her face away from Lupin and began to watch those around him. After only seconds, she found herself watching him again.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ron asked, genuinely worried.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," she responded, forcing a smile. She watched as they danced. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Tears began to form in her eyes.
Lupin winced as Trelawney spun him a bit to fast. He quickly pasted a smile back onto his face as she tilted her face up to look at him. She began to ask the usual polite questions. He responded occasionally, letting her talk instead. He nodded occasionally and laughed once. He began to pull away at the end of the song but the Weird Sisters went into another waltz and she moved faster along the dance floor. {Guess I'm stuck.}
Hermione kept watching them. She didn't notice the new song start and didn't notice as Ron kept on dancing closer and closer to her. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. With a mumbled apology to Ron, she pulled away from him and ran off the dance floor and out of the hall, crying.
Lupin watched a sobbing Hermione dashing out of the hall, a stunned Ron standing in the middle of the floor, and pairs of students beginning to whisper to one another. The whole time, he was forming a plan of escape. {I need an excuse. I can't bear to dance with Sybil another minute, and above that I have to find her. Albus already offered to excuse me at some point today if I was still tired from the transformation.} At the end of the waltz, which ended rather abruptly, Lupin walked up to the staff table. "Excuse me, Albus? I feel rather drained after my transformation. Would it be a terrible inconvenience if I was to leave early? I just need to sleep a bit."
"Of course, Remus," said Dumbledore. "Go ahead. You need the rest."
"Thank you, Albus." After making a few excuses to the other professors, Lupin calmly exited the Great Hall. Once he was out of sight of everyone, Lupin walked much to quickly for a sick man, following her scent.
Hermione raced up the stairwells. She couldn't go back to the Great Hall, but she didn't want go to the Commons Room. She didn't want to be alone. At some point, her feet carried her down a hallway. She recognized where she was, though she had a ways to go yet. [Almost there, Mione. You can make it.]
After racing up much too many flights of stairways, Lupin followed her course down a hallway. His hallway. He caught sight of her robes as she spun around the corner at the end of the hall.
She ran faster. Reaching the door of his office, she finally realized that he was still downstairs. She hit the wall and slid down along it, tears pouring ever faster down her face. She let it all come out. "Why, God? Why?" she screamed at the hall.
He had finally made it. He heard her voice crying out. He pushed himself into a sprint and kneeled in front of her. "Shh. It's okay," he whispered, gather her into his arms. "Come on." He helped her into his office. She sat down in the seat in the window where he had once sat, watching her arrive at Hogwarts. He sat in the chair opposite the window. He let her sit for a few moments. Once her sobs had died away, he started to speak. Before he could start in on his confessions, she interrupted.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Professor. Should I leave?"
"Pardon?"
"I'm sorry to be such a burden," she said, beginning to stand. Suddenly she sat back down. "No. I-I can't leave until I tell you."
"What is it, Hermione? Are you all right?"
"I haven't been okay since the first day of school. When I saw you- I don't know how to describe it. I didn't feel the way I do around Harry or Ron. I certainly didn't feel that way around Viktor. At first I thought that it was just another silly crush, like the one I had on Lockhart. Stupid, I know. After time, after my birthday, I knew it was more. But I was too afraid. 'He's much too old' I told myself. 'He just sees you as another student, like Ron or Pavarti.' But I couldn't stop. It was as though something in you was pulling me in. It was like I could- I could see your inner light, if that makes sense. I could see you. The real you, not the teacher you. But that was silly, and I knew it. But I still had that feeling of knowing you more than I knew myself. I tried so hard to tell myself that you didn't care, that I shouldn't care but tonight, at the ball, when you were dancing with that- that bat, my heart felt as though it had been ripped out of my body. It was then that I knew. I couldn't though, I knew that. I couldn't feel the way I did. It wasn't that I didn't want to, I just knew it wasn't possible. So I ran. Somehow, I ended up here. With you. I- I think I love you, Remus." Hermione gasped for a moment. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'll leave. I'm so sorry." Hermione stood up and ran towards the door. Lupin's wolf instincts took over.
Lupin jumped out of his chair and cut her off halfway towards the door. "There's something I need to tell you, Hermione."
Hermione stared at him. "W-Wh-What?"
"Just- just sit. You've made your confessions, let me do the same." Hermione let him guide her to the seat he had been occupying. He sat in the window seat and stared out the window for a moment. "Okay. I can't explain this properly. I might as well just tell you. I think, no, I know. I know that I love you." There was silence. "Let me put it this way. I've met many women throughout my life, many of them right here at Hogwarts. Sure, I liked some of them, but I never loved anyone. James and Lily, that was true love. I envied them. We all did. I thought that I'd never have that. I mean, I was a werewolf whose claim to fame was a friendship with the two most popular boys in the year and the school. I often stood behind them. After the first war, I completely gave up hope. Then I saw you. I often felt that I knew you. I could sense you the moment you entered the gates. I recognized myself in you. Then, after the first feast, I stopped seeing myself in you. I saw you in you. But not you-you. An older you. The next thing I knew, I was always thinking about you. On your birthday, when our hands touched, I knew it. I had never ever felt that way before. It was the way James said he felt the day he fell in love with Lily. But I was your teacher. I tried not to think about it any more. Each class it became more and more painful to see you but never, you know, see you. I'm sorry if I seem forward or very. nasty in thinking that way but it isn't a thought. It's a feeling that I can't help. I love you, Hermione Granger."
"Gods. I never thought I would hear you say that." Hermione started to cry again, but, for the first time in years, it was tears of joy. Lupin knelt in front of her.
"Are you all right?"
"For the first time in years, I think I am." Their hand entertwined and the white light returned. "Do you see that too?"
"Yes. Do you know what it is."
"Yes. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"How could we think that isn't would never happen with this around us?" Their foreheads rested against the other. The clock chimed.
"I have to go. They'll be heading back. I- I'll come back. Tomorrow. After the Christmas feast."
"I'll be here," he promised. Their lips brushed together for a millisecond. They jumped apart. "Er, tomorrow, then?"
"Tomorrow." As she hurried down the hall, she realized something.
[{I have to get a present! I have just the thing.}]
End
A/N: Finally. There it is! I was going to split it so it went (1) ball (2) confessions, but this way it flows better and is all happy. PLEEASE review!!! This is one of the most important chapters in the story. If there's any major errors or anything, I'll correct it. Keep in mind the confessions came out of my head through my hands onto the computer all at once. I wanted to keep it as confession-y so the grammar in there just ignore.
PLEASE recommend this, review this, anything!! (Check out my other stories too)
Anyone who wants more updates on my progress chapter-wise or people who want to maybe be able to give some of their ideas for the story, send me your email so I can get stuff to you. My address is in my profile!
[---] Hermione's thoughts {---} Lupin's thoughts
The Yule Ball
The halls quickly filled with the rumor of who was going with whom or who wanted to go with whom to the Yule Ball. Several people, including an embarrassed Ron, had asked Hermione to go with them but she turned all of them down. The one person who she wanted to go with could never, would never ask her.
Lupin had always liked this time of year. The snow surrounding Hogwarts calmed him though it was only days until the next full moon. His heightened senses picked up the scents of many emotions in his classroom: fear, grief, anxiety, delight, jealously, the list continued on and on. He could smell his own fear and grief. The fear of her discovering his true feelings, and grief over a love dead before it was even born.
Hogsmeade weekend arrived much to quickly for Hermione's taste. It forced her to realize the reality that was staring her in the face: she could never be as happy as the rest of the girls, the ones who loved and were loved in return. [Will I always wander this earth with a dying soul? Will I never be happy? Will I always watch them with jealousy, watch him with resentment, and look at myself, rather, the ghost of myself?]
Lupin watched from his office as the students filed out of the castle. As soon as they reached the gates, they hurried ever faster, as though Hogsmeade would disappear if they didn't reach it in time. Only one student walked slowly, pushed along by the girls around her.
Hermione glanced up at the castle. Her gaze landed upon his window first by total accident. She tried moved faster, to get away from him, but her heart held her back. As her feet began to drag, Ginny gave her a push. "Come on, Hermione, we want to get to Madame Malkin's while there are still good dress robes. Don't want to end up like Ron, now, do you?" Finally, Hermione moved faster. [I'll make him regret not loving me.]
Lupin was struck with inspiration. {I've got it! I can show her without telling her or getting fired. Where's my quill...} The students who had stayed behind gaped at their Dark Arts professor as he dashed to the Owlery with a letter in one hand and gold glinting out of one pocket.
The girls, lead by a now-sprinting Hermione, barged through the door of Madame Malkin's. It seemed that they had beaten everyone else. "Oh, hello, dears. Come in, look around," said the witch in charge of the shop while Madame Malkin tended the shop at Diagon Alley. "But first, are any of you Hermione Granger?"
"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione responded between gasps. She had exerted herself a bit too much in the last 400 meters.
"Buy whatever you like, dear. Someone already paid for your robes." The girls around Hermione began to tease her.
"Oh shut up and help me find some robes!" Pavarti, always thinking of others said, interrupting the curious chatter of her friends.
"Well spoken, dear," the shop-keeper cut in. "Now, who wants what?"
After several hours, the longest hours of Hermione's life, she was finally fitted. After many sets of robes, she finally found the perfect one. "Hermione," Ginny said, "that's the most beautiful set of robes I've ever seen." Indeed they were. Hermione's robes were a deep blue with neutral shades woven in. The style was simple, falling straight from Hermione's shoulders and the bottom of the robes were a bit to long yet fell perfectly around Hermione's feet, making her look taller. They had slight ribbing on the sides with a princess cut. The sleeves were a long bell-cut but not so large that they twisted around Hermione's arms. "They're so. Elvish." Everyone looked at Ginny with a strange expression. "Muggle thing. Dean and I watched the movies many times over when I visited him over the summer." The girls nodded but didn't really understand.
"Oh. My. God."
"What is it, Hermione?"
"Gin, look at the price!"
"Doesn't matter. Your secret admirer is paying, remember?"
The girls paid, well, all the girls but Hermione paid, and they went out into the snow to trek back to Hogwarts. Hermione still led the group, but the pace was noticeably slower. They were the last group to enter Hogwarts' gates.
The next couple of weeks passed without event. More people were asked to the ball, several more people were turned down. Harry was asked by many girls but didn't accept a single offer. He was, as usual, depressed but Hermione paid him no attention. Finally, it was the day of the Yule Ball.
The Commons rooms was quickly filled with boys in their best robes waiting for their dates. Once the girls began to arrive, couples began to slowly file out. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were the only ones in their group without a date. Neville had been asked by Luna. As the rest left, Hermione paused for a moment, almost regretting her decision to go at all. With a push from Ginny, she stumbled out of the door to Gryffindor Tower and walked down the stairs to the Great Hall.
Lupin stood and walked out of his office to go to the ball. There had been one of these when he was at Hogwarts. It was one of the worst days of his life. However, this day was about to take the cake. The one person in the entire universe that he wanted to go with would never want to or be able to accompany him. He had to go anyway. Dumbledore had insisted that they go under pain of listening to a Muggle artist named Britney Spears. Lupin had once experienced that and refused to ever again.
The Great Hall was filled with huge Christmas trees and in the center of the hall was a dance floor that reminded Hermione of a movie she had once seen, 'Saturday Night Fever'. The Weird Sisters were setting up on a temporary stage. Hermione and her friends took a table in the corner opposite the main doors. [No easy exit, I suppose.]
Lupin walked into the hall through the staff entrance. His place card was between Professors Trelawney and Sprout. Both wanted to have the first dance with him but he just made up something about how he could never choose between the two of them. They giggled like schoolgirls. He groaned.
Sadly, the first waltz began to play much to early for Lupin's, and Hermione's, tastes. Trelawney, it seemed, possessed strength belied by her stature. She dragged Lupin onto the floor that had finally stopped flashing and began to lead him in a waltz.
A blushing Ron came up to Hermione at the first beat of the waltz and asked her to dance. She couldn't turn him down again so she just accepted against her better judgment. They reached the dance floor and awkwardly put their arms around one another. Hermione didn't pay attention to what they were doing. Luckily, Ron was a better dancer than Neville, who kept stepping on Luna. Hermione wasn't paying attention to Ron, Neville, or anyone in the room for that matter. Anyone but Lupin and Trelawney. [What is he doing? How can he dance with that-that BAT?] She turned her face away from Lupin and began to watch those around him. After only seconds, she found herself watching him again.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ron asked, genuinely worried.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," she responded, forcing a smile. She watched as they danced. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Tears began to form in her eyes.
Lupin winced as Trelawney spun him a bit to fast. He quickly pasted a smile back onto his face as she tilted her face up to look at him. She began to ask the usual polite questions. He responded occasionally, letting her talk instead. He nodded occasionally and laughed once. He began to pull away at the end of the song but the Weird Sisters went into another waltz and she moved faster along the dance floor. {Guess I'm stuck.}
Hermione kept watching them. She didn't notice the new song start and didn't notice as Ron kept on dancing closer and closer to her. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. With a mumbled apology to Ron, she pulled away from him and ran off the dance floor and out of the hall, crying.
Lupin watched a sobbing Hermione dashing out of the hall, a stunned Ron standing in the middle of the floor, and pairs of students beginning to whisper to one another. The whole time, he was forming a plan of escape. {I need an excuse. I can't bear to dance with Sybil another minute, and above that I have to find her. Albus already offered to excuse me at some point today if I was still tired from the transformation.} At the end of the waltz, which ended rather abruptly, Lupin walked up to the staff table. "Excuse me, Albus? I feel rather drained after my transformation. Would it be a terrible inconvenience if I was to leave early? I just need to sleep a bit."
"Of course, Remus," said Dumbledore. "Go ahead. You need the rest."
"Thank you, Albus." After making a few excuses to the other professors, Lupin calmly exited the Great Hall. Once he was out of sight of everyone, Lupin walked much to quickly for a sick man, following her scent.
Hermione raced up the stairwells. She couldn't go back to the Great Hall, but she didn't want go to the Commons Room. She didn't want to be alone. At some point, her feet carried her down a hallway. She recognized where she was, though she had a ways to go yet. [Almost there, Mione. You can make it.]
After racing up much too many flights of stairways, Lupin followed her course down a hallway. His hallway. He caught sight of her robes as she spun around the corner at the end of the hall.
She ran faster. Reaching the door of his office, she finally realized that he was still downstairs. She hit the wall and slid down along it, tears pouring ever faster down her face. She let it all come out. "Why, God? Why?" she screamed at the hall.
He had finally made it. He heard her voice crying out. He pushed himself into a sprint and kneeled in front of her. "Shh. It's okay," he whispered, gather her into his arms. "Come on." He helped her into his office. She sat down in the seat in the window where he had once sat, watching her arrive at Hogwarts. He sat in the chair opposite the window. He let her sit for a few moments. Once her sobs had died away, he started to speak. Before he could start in on his confessions, she interrupted.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Professor. Should I leave?"
"Pardon?"
"I'm sorry to be such a burden," she said, beginning to stand. Suddenly she sat back down. "No. I-I can't leave until I tell you."
"What is it, Hermione? Are you all right?"
"I haven't been okay since the first day of school. When I saw you- I don't know how to describe it. I didn't feel the way I do around Harry or Ron. I certainly didn't feel that way around Viktor. At first I thought that it was just another silly crush, like the one I had on Lockhart. Stupid, I know. After time, after my birthday, I knew it was more. But I was too afraid. 'He's much too old' I told myself. 'He just sees you as another student, like Ron or Pavarti.' But I couldn't stop. It was as though something in you was pulling me in. It was like I could- I could see your inner light, if that makes sense. I could see you. The real you, not the teacher you. But that was silly, and I knew it. But I still had that feeling of knowing you more than I knew myself. I tried so hard to tell myself that you didn't care, that I shouldn't care but tonight, at the ball, when you were dancing with that- that bat, my heart felt as though it had been ripped out of my body. It was then that I knew. I couldn't though, I knew that. I couldn't feel the way I did. It wasn't that I didn't want to, I just knew it wasn't possible. So I ran. Somehow, I ended up here. With you. I- I think I love you, Remus." Hermione gasped for a moment. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'll leave. I'm so sorry." Hermione stood up and ran towards the door. Lupin's wolf instincts took over.
Lupin jumped out of his chair and cut her off halfway towards the door. "There's something I need to tell you, Hermione."
Hermione stared at him. "W-Wh-What?"
"Just- just sit. You've made your confessions, let me do the same." Hermione let him guide her to the seat he had been occupying. He sat in the window seat and stared out the window for a moment. "Okay. I can't explain this properly. I might as well just tell you. I think, no, I know. I know that I love you." There was silence. "Let me put it this way. I've met many women throughout my life, many of them right here at Hogwarts. Sure, I liked some of them, but I never loved anyone. James and Lily, that was true love. I envied them. We all did. I thought that I'd never have that. I mean, I was a werewolf whose claim to fame was a friendship with the two most popular boys in the year and the school. I often stood behind them. After the first war, I completely gave up hope. Then I saw you. I often felt that I knew you. I could sense you the moment you entered the gates. I recognized myself in you. Then, after the first feast, I stopped seeing myself in you. I saw you in you. But not you-you. An older you. The next thing I knew, I was always thinking about you. On your birthday, when our hands touched, I knew it. I had never ever felt that way before. It was the way James said he felt the day he fell in love with Lily. But I was your teacher. I tried not to think about it any more. Each class it became more and more painful to see you but never, you know, see you. I'm sorry if I seem forward or very. nasty in thinking that way but it isn't a thought. It's a feeling that I can't help. I love you, Hermione Granger."
"Gods. I never thought I would hear you say that." Hermione started to cry again, but, for the first time in years, it was tears of joy. Lupin knelt in front of her.
"Are you all right?"
"For the first time in years, I think I am." Their hand entertwined and the white light returned. "Do you see that too?"
"Yes. Do you know what it is."
"Yes. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"How could we think that isn't would never happen with this around us?" Their foreheads rested against the other. The clock chimed.
"I have to go. They'll be heading back. I- I'll come back. Tomorrow. After the Christmas feast."
"I'll be here," he promised. Their lips brushed together for a millisecond. They jumped apart. "Er, tomorrow, then?"
"Tomorrow." As she hurried down the hall, she realized something.
[{I have to get a present! I have just the thing.}]
End
A/N: Finally. There it is! I was going to split it so it went (1) ball (2) confessions, but this way it flows better and is all happy. PLEEASE review!!! This is one of the most important chapters in the story. If there's any major errors or anything, I'll correct it. Keep in mind the confessions came out of my head through my hands onto the computer all at once. I wanted to keep it as confession-y so the grammar in there just ignore.
PLEASE recommend this, review this, anything!! (Check out my other stories too)
Anyone who wants more updates on my progress chapter-wise or people who want to maybe be able to give some of their ideas for the story, send me your email so I can get stuff to you. My address is in my profile!
