Come Away With Me
Chapter 7: Tomorrow's Another Day
Author: Punkin/Buttamellow
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling, Warner Brothers, and its various publishers. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
~*~
Another day has almost come and gone
Can't imagine what else could wrong
Sometimes I'd like to hide away somewhere and lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war (¡®cause)
*
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
*
It's almost like the hard times circle ¡®round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing - but I'm not dead
*
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
*
I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight
*
Bring on the Rain: JoDee Messina
~*~
Recap of last chapter:
From a window on the third floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a certain young man with unruly black hair and emerald green eyes was watching the scene with doleful interest. He smiled sadly and turned and walked the other way. It had worked.
"If only."
~*~
If only. If only things were different. If only he could be a normal teenager with normal problems. Yes, he thought about this quite often and he was yet again dwelling on it as he slowly made his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
He looked at the ground finding his shoes very interesting indeed. They were this funny faded blackish color with scuff marks on them. Lately, Harry had found things wrong with everything about him. His shoes, his fingernails, his hair, his glasses, the list went on and on. He wondered why Ginny would even want to bother with the likes of him.
But she does. Or she did, until now. He grimaced.
He heard someone clear their throat and he looked up facing the portrait of the Fat Lady. He shrugged his shoulders apologetically and stated the password. The Fat Lady nodded her head slowly and the painting swung open revealing the Common Room.
He trudged up the staircase to his dormitory ignoring the beckons from Ron and Hermione to come over. He took off his robe and grabbed a jumper. Looking down he paled. It was the present he had received from Ginny for his birthday. The most precious birthday present he had received up to date.
Meddy.
He couldn't believe that she had sent it to him. It hurt him more to know that he had to treat her this way when she had given him her favorite stuffed animal when she was a child.
His mouth felt foul when he thought of that.that horrible name he called her. He couldn't fathom it.
He slowly lay down on his bed, holding the stuffed animal and closed his eyes. He could see the emotions coursing through her eyes when he called her a.he couldn't even think about it.
He had almost stumbled over the word when it came from his mouth. He had been practicing the conversation all day in his head. He had steeled himself. He knew what he had to do.
And-
When it was all done. He wanted to hurt himself for hurting her.
But he couldn't. He was the "Boy Who Lived." He laughed derisively.
This wasn't living.
It was waiting.
For the end.
He hoped that all of this would just end soon so he could get on with his life. 'Or death,' the little voice in the back of his head pointed out. He shook his head. He heard Ron calling him telling him that if he didn't hurry he'd miss dinner.
He smirked. Ron missing dinner was definitely not a good thing, but making Ron miss dinner was in a totally different field.
"COME ON HAR-RY! I'M HUNGRY!"
He chuckled at Ron's persistence. He was lucky he had friends to remind him that tomorrow's always another day.
He placed Meddy at the bottom of his trunk along with his morose thoughts of Ginny and walked down the stairs to join a disgruntled Ron and a concerned Hermione for dinner.
~*~
Ginny was chasing after Draco and Jeanne in order to retaliate for them covering her in whipped cream. Draco and Jeanne were laughing hysterically and running until they heard a splash in the water. They turned around in time to see Ginny face first in the water.
"Stupid holes." Ginny said looking up. Seeing Draco and Jeanne clutching their stomachs out of laughter she returned her face to the water. It only caused Draco and Jeanne to laugh harder. "Oh shush you two," she said sitting up in the water.
"Well," she said smiling, "that was rather funny, wasn't it?"
Ginny, Draco and Jeanne all threw themselves onto the shore out of breath and laughing. It was obvious that they all had needed that.
Ginny thought about her odd little group of friends and how close they had come over the last couple of weeks. She was glad she had them at times like this when she wanted to get in her bed and stay there forever. Her friends. What a trio they made.
Draco Malfoy. A Slytherin. Who would've ever thought she would become friends with the likes of him? He was cruel, hateful, and horrible to her family. Or, at least he had been until now. When she looked into his eyes she could tell that something had happened over the summer. There was a new sort of wisdom in his eyes, a sort of scar that only comes from a tragic or horrifying experience. He had yet to open up about it.
His family was harsh and proud. They were pure blooded and despised everyone. Draco always tried to act strong and self-righteous but there seemed to be a lack of confidence. He was extremely intelligent but only a descent flier. He had to maintain the appearance of the Malfoy heir and keep the good family name. There was an increased stress on his life and it showed through his demeanor. He needed laughter and friendship- something that didn't include his family or their high ideals.
Jeanne Davidson. Now the name itself spoke tons. Jeanne's father was an American while her mother was French. Her father had met her mother while on a rendezvous in France and they had instantly fallen in love. They moved to England and lived in a little apartment in London. When Jeanne was barely a year old her mother had been mysteriously killed. Her father panicked and moved himself and Jeanne back to America. Jeanne and her father moved around for several years until finally settling in Georgia. When she turned 11 she received three owls with invitations to Hogwarts, Beaubattons, and the American Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry. For the first two years she attended the American Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry (AAWW) in Salem, Massachusetts. Her father was then offered a job in France and she transferred to Beaubattons, where she stayed until now.
Jeanne was very studious and with a pleasant disposition. She was stubborn and proud. But- there was a tinge of sadness and bitterness that rested in her aura. She missed her mother greatly and she regretted never getting to truly know her. She loved her father dearly though, but there are even some things that he could not replace.
And then there was herself. Plain old Ginny Weasley. Nothing special about her other than the fact that she was Harry Potter's best friend's little sister. Nothing else. She had foolishly become overcome by Tom Riddle twice in her life and both times Harry Potter had to save her. She was weak.
She shook her head, sighing heavily, ridding herself of her self-tormenting thoughts.
"Ginny, hey Ginny?" She looked up to see Jeanne waving a hand in front of her face in order to get her attention.
"Umm.yeah?"
"We were just talking about drying off and then sneaking to the kitchens to get some food. Wanna join us?"
"I guess so."
"Ginny? Are you ok?" Draco said raising one eyebrow. She wondered how he could do that. "You seem to be thinking quite a lot today."
"And I don't think a lot normally?" She said a little put-out.
"No, that's not what I meant." He said moving back slightly. "It's just.well, there seems to be something on your mind," he said looking at her expectantly.
"I'm fine you guys." She said casting a drying spell on her clothes and standing. "Let's go get some food."
"Fine eh? Just like Potter, huh? Always fine and dandy." Draco said casting a drying spell on himself and standing as well. She knew he was baiting her.
The two stood face to face in a battle of wills. Draco with his arms crossed over his chest and Ginny with her hands on her hips.
"Listen Ginny. We heard what Harry said to you." Jeanne said stepping in and putting a hand on Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny tensed and turned away.
"What he said wasn't right. But we've been thinking about it." Jeanne stated.
"Wait. You two have been having a conversation that didn't involve fighting. I'm amused." Ginny said turning around looking at the two of them.
"Don't think that that's going to work. You can't change the subject, Gin." Draco said.
Ginny grimaced. "Don't call me that," she whispered.
"What? Gin?" Draco asked confused.
"Yeah, that was Harry's nickname for me. It just hurts a little to be called that." Draco and Jeanne looked at her understandingly.
"But, Ginny. Honestly. We talked about it and we've come to a decision." Jeanne said.
"Yeah, we know what Potter's trying to do. It's actually quite smart if you ask me." Jeanne narrowed her eyes. "Smart but proud." He finished.
"I don't care what he's trying to do." Ginny cut it. "He made it perfectly clear to me that he wants nothing to do with me."
"Don't you see Ginny? That's just it. He's pushing you away and he's hurting you. He's hurting you so he can save you. He doesn't want you to get hurt anymore." Jeanne said with wide eyes.
Ginny sighed, resignedly. "That's not true. If that were so then why is he still talking to Ron and Hermione?"
"I honestly can't answer that." Jeanne answered, shivering. She was still soaking wet and her teeth were chattering. Draco grasped his wand and cast a drying spell on her. She smiled, thanking him. He nodded his head. Ginny looked away.
"Well, then the only answer is that I'm a burden in his life that he'd rather not deal with."
"No Ginny. You just wait. You'll see we're right." Draco said.
Ginny smiled sadly. "Maybe."
Jeanne touched her friends arm. "I know this may sound corny. But, sometimes you have to take the good with the bad and hope for the best."
"Well, what if I can't see any good? What if there's only bad?" Ginny said leaning against her tree.
"Oh Ginny! You can't truly believe that! I guess you just have to keep looking. Never give up hope."
"Yes, the ever faithful hope," commented Draco derisively.
"Well then, what would you suggest, Mr. I-KNOW-THE-ANSWER-TO-EVERYTHING Malfoy?" Jeanne gritted out.
"Hmmm.turn the wanker's hair pink and make him sing a song professing his undying love to Dumbledore and his pink fuzzy slippers." Draco retorted smirking.
Ginny and Jeanne looked at each other for a moment as though envisioning the before mentioned scene and began laughing.
"That would be rather funny, wouldn't it?" Ginny said, wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes.
"Yes it would. Now ladies. Off to the kitchens?" Draco asked putting an arm around each girl.
Ginny swallowed down her dejection and put on a smile. "Oh Mistah Malfoy, that would be eva so nice." Ginny said copying Jeanne's southern accent but making it ten times worse.
Jeanne shook her head. "Go on. Make fun of my accent all you want. It's not even all that bad you know." She ended smiling.
"Oh look, Ginny. We got an invitation. Might've wanted to think about that one before you spoke, Davidson. Let the torture begin."
The three friends walked to the castle while Draco used words such as "dem- dare" and "doncha" making Jeanne turn red in indignation and Ginny laugh at her friends.
Yes, there was always hope.
~*~
A/N: Well, I told you I'd have it out in around a week and I was pretty close. I hope you liked this chapter. It was a lot of fun to write.
Actually I need to take some time to tell you why I HAD to make Draco nice.
So, my friend Aimee and I would sit in the computer lab in our dorm 'til all hours of the morning reading fanfics. Yes, we are weird. She's definitely a Slytherin type who wants Draco Malfoy (if he were older). She and I got in arguments about whether or not Draco would end up nice. I said no, she told me I was wrong. I told her that I would make Draco nice in this story. I have begun to slowly think that there might be a possibility that Draco might turn out nice but it's most likely a slim chance.but it may still happen. This is a possibility of how Draco could be if he were nice. You'll see in good time. ( ~*~
To my lovely reviewers:
Fanfiction.net:
Shawn6: Well, I'm glad you didn't kill me for it. I'd tell you whether or not they are going to get together in the end but then I'd have to kill ya'. ;) But, do you think I'd really be that cruel to keep them apart. I'm a sucker for happy endings. That's all I'm saying. Hope that pacifies you some. Glad you liked the story!
crity2re: Thanks so much, girl! I'm so glad you read and reviewed my story! I feel especially special. PS. If you want to know a little secret about the story so you'll be happier you can just email me. ;) Hopefully they'll be some silver lining. Thanks again!
C Jazz: Thanks so much! I'm glad you like my portrayal of Ginny. I know it's sad about Harry but things will get happier soon. You just wait and see. Thanks again!
Syvixxe: The story behind Malfoy is coming. Thanks so much for reviewing!
Rain10: Thanks so much. Sometimes I get discouraged. But thanks. You make me feel so much better.
DoubleD: Don't think that Ginny is just going to sit around and take it. She'll get him back for it and then some. Also, do you really think that I'd make her hate him? Harry'll trip up. You just wait and see. Thanks for the review. Sorry I made you mad. ;)
Titanic-HarryPotter-lvr-2: Thank you so much. You have no earthly idea how much that means to me. I'm glad you like the story. It's people like you that keep me going. Thanks again!!!!!!
Conquistador: I'm glad you like the way I built up to the friendship with Draco. It's been an interesting but fun ride. Thanks!
Lady Lightning: Thanks so much!
Satoriste: I'm glad that you like the story. I love the music as well. Some of my favorite songs actually. As you can see though I'm having to branch out from Norah Jones, though, because she only has so many songs. Hope you still like it. Thanks!
D. Torres: See. I didn't wait you wait long for this one like I promised. Hope you like it! Thanks so much for keeping up with my weird updates. (
SummerRaven: Well, here it is. Hope you didn't have to wait to long for it. Glad you love the story! Thanks!
Newbie: First I'm going to start off with my thank you for your review so you do know that I appreciate your feedback. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I do need to up the rating on it, which I have now done. I will relinquish that. I have to be honest with you, though. I was a little upset when I received your review. Not angry. Just hurt. First of all, I know that not all teenagers curse. I hardly ever and I'm in college. I don't think that teenagers are stupid at all. If that is what you perceived from my story then I apologize. My brother and sister are both teenagers, 16 and 13 years of age respectively. I hate using *that* word but that was the word that came out and I pictured Harry saying it. When I write, I write what I feel that the characters would say. Not only that but you said that there was an excessive amount. To my count, there were maybe four curse words in the whole story. Yes there are words that are considered Briticisms but Ron does say them. I could see Ginny saying some as well, and Harry when he is piqued at someone. I apologize if I offended you in anyway. I will not apologize for what I write though. I have never claimed to be JK Rowling and I can only hope to even try to write with these characters. But, this is my thing to do for fun. So, there's your explanation. Sorry.
Chapter 7: Tomorrow's Another Day
Author: Punkin/Buttamellow
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling, Warner Brothers, and its various publishers. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
~*~
Another day has almost come and gone
Can't imagine what else could wrong
Sometimes I'd like to hide away somewhere and lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war (¡®cause)
*
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
*
It's almost like the hard times circle ¡®round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing - but I'm not dead
*
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
*
I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight
*
Bring on the Rain: JoDee Messina
~*~
Recap of last chapter:
From a window on the third floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a certain young man with unruly black hair and emerald green eyes was watching the scene with doleful interest. He smiled sadly and turned and walked the other way. It had worked.
"If only."
~*~
If only. If only things were different. If only he could be a normal teenager with normal problems. Yes, he thought about this quite often and he was yet again dwelling on it as he slowly made his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
He looked at the ground finding his shoes very interesting indeed. They were this funny faded blackish color with scuff marks on them. Lately, Harry had found things wrong with everything about him. His shoes, his fingernails, his hair, his glasses, the list went on and on. He wondered why Ginny would even want to bother with the likes of him.
But she does. Or she did, until now. He grimaced.
He heard someone clear their throat and he looked up facing the portrait of the Fat Lady. He shrugged his shoulders apologetically and stated the password. The Fat Lady nodded her head slowly and the painting swung open revealing the Common Room.
He trudged up the staircase to his dormitory ignoring the beckons from Ron and Hermione to come over. He took off his robe and grabbed a jumper. Looking down he paled. It was the present he had received from Ginny for his birthday. The most precious birthday present he had received up to date.
Meddy.
He couldn't believe that she had sent it to him. It hurt him more to know that he had to treat her this way when she had given him her favorite stuffed animal when she was a child.
His mouth felt foul when he thought of that.that horrible name he called her. He couldn't fathom it.
He slowly lay down on his bed, holding the stuffed animal and closed his eyes. He could see the emotions coursing through her eyes when he called her a.he couldn't even think about it.
He had almost stumbled over the word when it came from his mouth. He had been practicing the conversation all day in his head. He had steeled himself. He knew what he had to do.
And-
When it was all done. He wanted to hurt himself for hurting her.
But he couldn't. He was the "Boy Who Lived." He laughed derisively.
This wasn't living.
It was waiting.
For the end.
He hoped that all of this would just end soon so he could get on with his life. 'Or death,' the little voice in the back of his head pointed out. He shook his head. He heard Ron calling him telling him that if he didn't hurry he'd miss dinner.
He smirked. Ron missing dinner was definitely not a good thing, but making Ron miss dinner was in a totally different field.
"COME ON HAR-RY! I'M HUNGRY!"
He chuckled at Ron's persistence. He was lucky he had friends to remind him that tomorrow's always another day.
He placed Meddy at the bottom of his trunk along with his morose thoughts of Ginny and walked down the stairs to join a disgruntled Ron and a concerned Hermione for dinner.
~*~
Ginny was chasing after Draco and Jeanne in order to retaliate for them covering her in whipped cream. Draco and Jeanne were laughing hysterically and running until they heard a splash in the water. They turned around in time to see Ginny face first in the water.
"Stupid holes." Ginny said looking up. Seeing Draco and Jeanne clutching their stomachs out of laughter she returned her face to the water. It only caused Draco and Jeanne to laugh harder. "Oh shush you two," she said sitting up in the water.
"Well," she said smiling, "that was rather funny, wasn't it?"
Ginny, Draco and Jeanne all threw themselves onto the shore out of breath and laughing. It was obvious that they all had needed that.
Ginny thought about her odd little group of friends and how close they had come over the last couple of weeks. She was glad she had them at times like this when she wanted to get in her bed and stay there forever. Her friends. What a trio they made.
Draco Malfoy. A Slytherin. Who would've ever thought she would become friends with the likes of him? He was cruel, hateful, and horrible to her family. Or, at least he had been until now. When she looked into his eyes she could tell that something had happened over the summer. There was a new sort of wisdom in his eyes, a sort of scar that only comes from a tragic or horrifying experience. He had yet to open up about it.
His family was harsh and proud. They were pure blooded and despised everyone. Draco always tried to act strong and self-righteous but there seemed to be a lack of confidence. He was extremely intelligent but only a descent flier. He had to maintain the appearance of the Malfoy heir and keep the good family name. There was an increased stress on his life and it showed through his demeanor. He needed laughter and friendship- something that didn't include his family or their high ideals.
Jeanne Davidson. Now the name itself spoke tons. Jeanne's father was an American while her mother was French. Her father had met her mother while on a rendezvous in France and they had instantly fallen in love. They moved to England and lived in a little apartment in London. When Jeanne was barely a year old her mother had been mysteriously killed. Her father panicked and moved himself and Jeanne back to America. Jeanne and her father moved around for several years until finally settling in Georgia. When she turned 11 she received three owls with invitations to Hogwarts, Beaubattons, and the American Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry. For the first two years she attended the American Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry (AAWW) in Salem, Massachusetts. Her father was then offered a job in France and she transferred to Beaubattons, where she stayed until now.
Jeanne was very studious and with a pleasant disposition. She was stubborn and proud. But- there was a tinge of sadness and bitterness that rested in her aura. She missed her mother greatly and she regretted never getting to truly know her. She loved her father dearly though, but there are even some things that he could not replace.
And then there was herself. Plain old Ginny Weasley. Nothing special about her other than the fact that she was Harry Potter's best friend's little sister. Nothing else. She had foolishly become overcome by Tom Riddle twice in her life and both times Harry Potter had to save her. She was weak.
She shook her head, sighing heavily, ridding herself of her self-tormenting thoughts.
"Ginny, hey Ginny?" She looked up to see Jeanne waving a hand in front of her face in order to get her attention.
"Umm.yeah?"
"We were just talking about drying off and then sneaking to the kitchens to get some food. Wanna join us?"
"I guess so."
"Ginny? Are you ok?" Draco said raising one eyebrow. She wondered how he could do that. "You seem to be thinking quite a lot today."
"And I don't think a lot normally?" She said a little put-out.
"No, that's not what I meant." He said moving back slightly. "It's just.well, there seems to be something on your mind," he said looking at her expectantly.
"I'm fine you guys." She said casting a drying spell on her clothes and standing. "Let's go get some food."
"Fine eh? Just like Potter, huh? Always fine and dandy." Draco said casting a drying spell on himself and standing as well. She knew he was baiting her.
The two stood face to face in a battle of wills. Draco with his arms crossed over his chest and Ginny with her hands on her hips.
"Listen Ginny. We heard what Harry said to you." Jeanne said stepping in and putting a hand on Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny tensed and turned away.
"What he said wasn't right. But we've been thinking about it." Jeanne stated.
"Wait. You two have been having a conversation that didn't involve fighting. I'm amused." Ginny said turning around looking at the two of them.
"Don't think that that's going to work. You can't change the subject, Gin." Draco said.
Ginny grimaced. "Don't call me that," she whispered.
"What? Gin?" Draco asked confused.
"Yeah, that was Harry's nickname for me. It just hurts a little to be called that." Draco and Jeanne looked at her understandingly.
"But, Ginny. Honestly. We talked about it and we've come to a decision." Jeanne said.
"Yeah, we know what Potter's trying to do. It's actually quite smart if you ask me." Jeanne narrowed her eyes. "Smart but proud." He finished.
"I don't care what he's trying to do." Ginny cut it. "He made it perfectly clear to me that he wants nothing to do with me."
"Don't you see Ginny? That's just it. He's pushing you away and he's hurting you. He's hurting you so he can save you. He doesn't want you to get hurt anymore." Jeanne said with wide eyes.
Ginny sighed, resignedly. "That's not true. If that were so then why is he still talking to Ron and Hermione?"
"I honestly can't answer that." Jeanne answered, shivering. She was still soaking wet and her teeth were chattering. Draco grasped his wand and cast a drying spell on her. She smiled, thanking him. He nodded his head. Ginny looked away.
"Well, then the only answer is that I'm a burden in his life that he'd rather not deal with."
"No Ginny. You just wait. You'll see we're right." Draco said.
Ginny smiled sadly. "Maybe."
Jeanne touched her friends arm. "I know this may sound corny. But, sometimes you have to take the good with the bad and hope for the best."
"Well, what if I can't see any good? What if there's only bad?" Ginny said leaning against her tree.
"Oh Ginny! You can't truly believe that! I guess you just have to keep looking. Never give up hope."
"Yes, the ever faithful hope," commented Draco derisively.
"Well then, what would you suggest, Mr. I-KNOW-THE-ANSWER-TO-EVERYTHING Malfoy?" Jeanne gritted out.
"Hmmm.turn the wanker's hair pink and make him sing a song professing his undying love to Dumbledore and his pink fuzzy slippers." Draco retorted smirking.
Ginny and Jeanne looked at each other for a moment as though envisioning the before mentioned scene and began laughing.
"That would be rather funny, wouldn't it?" Ginny said, wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes.
"Yes it would. Now ladies. Off to the kitchens?" Draco asked putting an arm around each girl.
Ginny swallowed down her dejection and put on a smile. "Oh Mistah Malfoy, that would be eva so nice." Ginny said copying Jeanne's southern accent but making it ten times worse.
Jeanne shook her head. "Go on. Make fun of my accent all you want. It's not even all that bad you know." She ended smiling.
"Oh look, Ginny. We got an invitation. Might've wanted to think about that one before you spoke, Davidson. Let the torture begin."
The three friends walked to the castle while Draco used words such as "dem- dare" and "doncha" making Jeanne turn red in indignation and Ginny laugh at her friends.
Yes, there was always hope.
~*~
A/N: Well, I told you I'd have it out in around a week and I was pretty close. I hope you liked this chapter. It was a lot of fun to write.
Actually I need to take some time to tell you why I HAD to make Draco nice.
So, my friend Aimee and I would sit in the computer lab in our dorm 'til all hours of the morning reading fanfics. Yes, we are weird. She's definitely a Slytherin type who wants Draco Malfoy (if he were older). She and I got in arguments about whether or not Draco would end up nice. I said no, she told me I was wrong. I told her that I would make Draco nice in this story. I have begun to slowly think that there might be a possibility that Draco might turn out nice but it's most likely a slim chance.but it may still happen. This is a possibility of how Draco could be if he were nice. You'll see in good time. ( ~*~
To my lovely reviewers:
Fanfiction.net:
Shawn6: Well, I'm glad you didn't kill me for it. I'd tell you whether or not they are going to get together in the end but then I'd have to kill ya'. ;) But, do you think I'd really be that cruel to keep them apart. I'm a sucker for happy endings. That's all I'm saying. Hope that pacifies you some. Glad you liked the story!
crity2re: Thanks so much, girl! I'm so glad you read and reviewed my story! I feel especially special. PS. If you want to know a little secret about the story so you'll be happier you can just email me. ;) Hopefully they'll be some silver lining. Thanks again!
C Jazz: Thanks so much! I'm glad you like my portrayal of Ginny. I know it's sad about Harry but things will get happier soon. You just wait and see. Thanks again!
Syvixxe: The story behind Malfoy is coming. Thanks so much for reviewing!
Rain10: Thanks so much. Sometimes I get discouraged. But thanks. You make me feel so much better.
DoubleD: Don't think that Ginny is just going to sit around and take it. She'll get him back for it and then some. Also, do you really think that I'd make her hate him? Harry'll trip up. You just wait and see. Thanks for the review. Sorry I made you mad. ;)
Titanic-HarryPotter-lvr-2: Thank you so much. You have no earthly idea how much that means to me. I'm glad you like the story. It's people like you that keep me going. Thanks again!!!!!!
Conquistador: I'm glad you like the way I built up to the friendship with Draco. It's been an interesting but fun ride. Thanks!
Lady Lightning: Thanks so much!
Satoriste: I'm glad that you like the story. I love the music as well. Some of my favorite songs actually. As you can see though I'm having to branch out from Norah Jones, though, because she only has so many songs. Hope you still like it. Thanks!
D. Torres: See. I didn't wait you wait long for this one like I promised. Hope you like it! Thanks so much for keeping up with my weird updates. (
SummerRaven: Well, here it is. Hope you didn't have to wait to long for it. Glad you love the story! Thanks!
Newbie: First I'm going to start off with my thank you for your review so you do know that I appreciate your feedback. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I do need to up the rating on it, which I have now done. I will relinquish that. I have to be honest with you, though. I was a little upset when I received your review. Not angry. Just hurt. First of all, I know that not all teenagers curse. I hardly ever and I'm in college. I don't think that teenagers are stupid at all. If that is what you perceived from my story then I apologize. My brother and sister are both teenagers, 16 and 13 years of age respectively. I hate using *that* word but that was the word that came out and I pictured Harry saying it. When I write, I write what I feel that the characters would say. Not only that but you said that there was an excessive amount. To my count, there were maybe four curse words in the whole story. Yes there are words that are considered Briticisms but Ron does say them. I could see Ginny saying some as well, and Harry when he is piqued at someone. I apologize if I offended you in anyway. I will not apologize for what I write though. I have never claimed to be JK Rowling and I can only hope to even try to write with these characters. But, this is my thing to do for fun. So, there's your explanation. Sorry.
