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The Games of Life
Chapter 8
Harry woke up at 8:00 that morning. He never woke up that early on a Saturday morning but this Saturday was different than the others.
He paced about the common room nervously trying to avert his mind from the thing he dreaded most. He was still too shocked to believe Malfoy would actually go through with this. Yes, he knew Malfoy was a bastard but he didn't think he would go to that far of extreme to humiliate him. Not after all they have been through.
I saved his life, he thought to himself. Well, in some sense I did. I mean if it wasn't for me he would remain bleeding there, all by himself, but I decided to help him. That good for nothing git!
And then there was the kiss, that stupid kiss which wasn't even supposed to happen, that kiss that haunted Harry in his dreams. A Gryffindor shouldn't kiss a Slytherin and furthermore a Gryffindor boy shouldn't kiss another Slytherin boy! So why the hell wasn't he grossed out when he kissed Malfoy?
Those lips were only good for one thing and it was sending insults at Harry and his friends, it was telling on him whenever he got the chance, it was for mischief and not anything else. But they were so soft . . . no they weren't! He hated Malfoy. Yes, he did. That something he could agree on. He really despised Malfoy. After all every time he saw that stupid bloke he wanted to hurt him and not in a pleasant way.
Harry felt tired. The thoughts that kept running in his head weakened his mind and he felt exhausted. He should really stop thinking. I wonder how Crabbe and Goyle manage to do that, he chuckled to himself.
He glanced at the clock and realized it was 5 minutes to 9:00. He hurriedly left his common room walking quickly toward the Slytherin common room apprehensively.
***
Harry was about to reach the common room when he saw next to the Slytherin common room entrance non other than Malfoy, Warrington, Flint and Zabini standing discussing between themselves.
Harry stopped on his tacks. Was he really going to go through with this? How can he show his face? How can Malfoy humiliate him to such a degree? Was it too late to turn on his heels? He was about to make a 180- degree turn when he heard his name being drawled in that oh so familiar tone. He felt his face turning red and he closed his eyes as if seeking some comfort within himself. He opened them again and began walking hesitantly toward the group of Slytherins.
He stopped a few steps before the group and looked around him. They were all giving him very unpleasant looks with disgusting fake smiles. Malfoy stepped between them all and paced toward Harry. Harry gulped, feeling smaller and smaller by the second.
"You're late" he stated coldly.
"I was-" he began to say when Zabini cut him off. "Teach your slave a lesson, Draco," he said maliciously patting Draco on his shoulder as if encouraging.
Malfoy smiled.
Harry's eyes widened with terror.
"I will" he replied.
Harry's breathing became shallower.
"But later, we'll be late to Practice"
Zabini gave a disappointed sigh along with Warrington and Flint who seemed to be expecting some kind of a show.
Harry relaxed slightly.
Draco pushed passed him. "Come along Potter, we have Practice"
Warrington pushed him along with Flint following Draco.
But Zabini stopped before him, eyeing him strangely, Harry readied himself for some kind of a rude remark but Zabini just licked his lips and brushed passed him without a word.
Harry stayed rooted to the spot with his mouth agape. What the hell was that? He was simply confounded. He composed himself and followed the Slytherins from a safe distance.
He felt so humiliated that he didn't even raise his head to say Hello to his friends. His eyes remained on the floor. His pride felt trampled with every step he took.
***
Harry remained in the stands while the rest of the Slytherin team went to change into their uniform. Shortly after, they started appearing one by one from the changing rooms, climbing upon their brooms and zooming into the air, not before eyeing one particular Gryffindor with great amusement.
Surprisingly enough Draco hasn't told everyone about the bet. Potter didn't know that so when he saw the staring eyes he assumed them to be a thing of mockery and not of pure curiosity.
Practice went on and the only thing Harry could do was watch. He didn't really care for their game tactics since his team's was far better or their flying maneuvers because he had to admit his teams were more outstanding even though they didn't have the advantage of new brooms.
What attracted his eye was Draco's flying. He was so graceful in his flying that it annoyed Harry. It made him wonder how stupid he looked next to Draco during their games.
What was most peculiar was that Draco didn't seem to mind Harry's staring, on the contrary he seemed to enjoy it and flew around with an air of arrogance about him as if trying to prove something. Like a little child, Harry mused to himself but refused to detach his eyes from the silly Slytherin.
Thus, practice continued till about 10:30. When the flyers started descending to the ground, Draco gave a whistle in Harry's direction and Harry realized it was intended to him. He got up slowly and stretched, taking his time, testing Malfoy's nerves.
He walked idly to the field and stopped in front of Malfoy with a mask of complete innocence.
"You rang?" he asked.
Malfoy stared at him for a moment as if restraining his tongue.
"Yes, I did Potter" he exclaimed with an air of superiority "you have some chores to do"
Harry eyed him suspiciously.
"Go to the storage room, I presume you know its location" he asked without waiting for a proper answer "put away all the brooms there" he said, throwing his broom to the before unseen stack of brooms that lay at the corner "and" he continued satisfied by Harry's irritability as he perceived the amount he was to carry "there wont be any use of magic, so I will be needing your wand"
"My wand isn't with me" Harry lied coolly.
Malfoy gave him a dangerous look "well, if you're lying to me you will pay for it. I promise you," he added coldly which made Harry shiver involuntarily.
Malfoy turned around and walked toward the changing rooms.
*********
If a muggle saw the event that took place, he would be simply dumbfounded but to a wizard it was a common day thing. Harry was to be seen walking calmly with a straight line of brooms floating behind him, following his trail.
If Draco would have seen this he would have been furious but that didn't bother Harry since he was reluctant to carry a bunch of filthy brooms that weighted more than himself.
He reached the storage room with a complacent smile upon his features, not only did he manage to complete this stupid chore he was given, he also managed to cheat Malfoy, and that raised his spirits tremendously.
He placed all the brooms rather carelessly, after all he didn't really give a damn about those wooden sticks and he closed the storage room door, placing his wand in his pants.
A job well done, he remarked to himself and turned around only to find himself standing in front of a pair of sickening dark eyes that seemed to glow triumphantly.
It was Blaise Zabini.
Harry felt the blood leave his face. He knew he was caught, if only he didn't know about the promise he made Malfoy everything will be fine.
"What happened to all those famous Gryffindor virtues?" he stated coldly as though he read Harry's mind.
"I don't know what you mean" said Harry hoarsely, not knowing why he felt slightly scared but feeling that the person in front of him was up to no good.
Harry's instincts never failed him before.
"I think you have far too many sticks in you pants than you should have to complete this task you were given" he said in a voice that was clearly insinuating something.
"I don't know what you mean," Harry repeated again, his voice almost failing him.
"Oh, is that so?" said Zabini and came closer, taking his wand from beneath his cloak.
Harry swallowed. He had nowhere to go. The storage room door was behind him and Zabini was right in front of him but there was no way he'll take out his wand, that will only prove he was right.
Zabini yelled an unfamiliar word while pointing his wand to Harry's . . . PANTS??
In an instant Harry's pants ripped off his body, landing in Zabini's hand. Harry was left standing there with his boxers on and a T-shit barely covering past his navel. Poor Harry didn't wear his school uniform on weekends and now he had nothing to hide himself in.
"What the hell are you doing??" shouted Harry trying to cover himself with his hands. The cold air that hit his bare legs didn't help either.
Zabini seemed highly amused and he chuckled maliciously while eyeing Harry.
"I want to see how true you are to your word" he managed to say after he stopped laughing.
Harry was completely shocked. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now.
Zabini rummaged through Harry's pants for a few seconds and then withdrew the thing he was looking for with a smug smile on his face, waving the object in front of Harry.
Harry stood there defeated and embarrassed.
"My, my, what a liar we have here, I think you ought to learn a lesson"
"Stop it Zabini," said Harry getting quite alarmed now. "This isn't funny anymore, fine I used my wand, now give it back and my pants too," he added barely audibly.
Zabini threw the pants and the wand behind his back and walked toward Harry with too much confidence. He stopped before Harry. He was much taller than him and by the look of it much stronger too.
"You know" he said, leaning toward Harry, their chests so close, Harry could feel the heat coming from his body, "Slytherin girls suck, not to mention Ravenclaw girls, Hufflepuff are not that bad as one would think" he paused enjoying the confused look Harry was giving him.
Harry didn't know what the hell Zabini was talking about but standing this close to a Slytherin with only his underwear on and his wand nowhere of reach didn't leave him much of a choice but to listen.
One would find this situation highly ironical and might laugh but Harry was in no position to even consider a chuckle from his behalf.
"Now Gryffindor girls, they are pretty good, I must admit I was highly impressed, they're better than the Ravenclaw or the Hufflepuff boys even, but not the Slytherin, no, the Slytherin boys are the best" he paused again, his eyes dancing with malice in them, "don't you agree that Gryffindor girls are pretty good?"
"Umm" Harry was clearly baffled "I suppose they're good," he answered in a tone that implied he was hoping that to be the answer Zabini was looking for.
"It almost seems as if you have no idea what I'm talking about" he chuckled, more to himself than to Harry. "I'm talking about sex, Potter"
Harry's eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat.
"So, don't you agree that Gryffindor girls are pretty good?" he repeated again, enjoying this conversation greatly.
Harry swallowed hard. "I don't.I mean I never.I" he seemed to be lost for words. Could this be any more embarrassing, he thought to himself.
"Don't tell me that the famous boy who lived is still a virgin," he said with a sort of fake look of shock on his face.
Harry raised his head, trying to hold some of his pride that seemed to leave him about 5 minutes ago along with his pants.
"I'm not a . virgin," he said weakly, sensing the lie in his voice, feeling the knowing eyes of the Slytherin in front of him.
"I never had me a Gryffindor boy though, did you know that?" Zabini continued ignoring that last comment. "Strange, isn't it? But I just noticed it now, that I had many but never a Gryffindor. boy"
Harry's breathing was coming in far too many ragged short breaths. He told himself not to panic, not to panic.
"I don't know what you want or mean Zabini but I'd appreciate if you'd move from my way" Harry said, trying to add some authority to his voice.
"No" was the short reply.
"What?" Harry said again trying to keep his voice stable.
Zabini gripped Harry's shoulders forcefully. "I said no," he repeated.
Harry was now trapped between the storage room door and Zabini.
Zabini leaned in and forced his lips upon Harry's. Harry tried to break away, but Zabini's grip held him in place. Harry squirmed in pain as Zabini bit his lower lip, gasping to draw in the needed air that seemed to leave him. Zabini used that opportunity to launch himself a second time, this time sliding his tongue in Harry's mouth.
Harry felt like Zabini was trying to swallow him whole. The nails at the side of his arms were already digging into him painfully. His heart was beating so fast he felt it like drums in his ears. He couldn't believe this was happening.
Zabini broke the kiss only to bite into Harry's neck, sucking at it like his life depended on it.
Harry gasped with horror. "No" he pleaded "stop" he managed to say weakly when his mouth once again was occupied by the Slytherins hungry lips.
Zabini shifted his weight and grabbed both Harry's hands in his left one raising them above their heads. Struggling did little for Harry. With his other hand he reached under Harry's shirt touching his bare torso. Harry struggled for breath while Zabini didn't seem to need it much.
He pinched Harry's right nipple and Harry squirmed with pain, this only seemed to excite Zabini even more and he deepened the kiss, withdrawing the hand from beneath the shirt and grabbing Harry's waist with his right hand.
He shoved himself violently at Harry, his sickening arousal too evident to Harry.
Harry gasped in utter shock. This unfamiliar sensation, this closeness made Harry sick to his stomach and he felt the bile rising in his throat.
He felt the wetness of his face and realized it was his tears. He was crying.
Zabini didn't seem to care.
He reached for his belt trying to unbuckle it with one hand.
"Blaise? What the fuck are you doing?"
Zabini stopped on his tracks. His hand left his pants and he slowly let go of Harry.
Harry fell to the ground. All the strength seemed to leave him. His face flushed and the fresh tears so clear on his face.
Zabini turned around and Harry saw Draco standing right in front of them with his mouth completely agape, thousand of emotion stirring behind those cold grey eyes.
A/N- 12/24/03 sorry to leave you there but I got the feeling this chapter was getting too long. I think this is THE longest chapter I have ever written!! Yay me.
Well okay thanks for reading my story, but now you must review or I shall die a miserable poor writer with no reviews and you don't want to let that happen, right? :p
I love you all!! Next chapter I'll write all my thank you notes to all the people who reviewed this chapter and my last one because I'm too tired to do it now. Yes I know, lazy me.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanzaa and Happy New Year!! See you all next year!!
The Games of Life
Chapter 8
Harry woke up at 8:00 that morning. He never woke up that early on a Saturday morning but this Saturday was different than the others.
He paced about the common room nervously trying to avert his mind from the thing he dreaded most. He was still too shocked to believe Malfoy would actually go through with this. Yes, he knew Malfoy was a bastard but he didn't think he would go to that far of extreme to humiliate him. Not after all they have been through.
I saved his life, he thought to himself. Well, in some sense I did. I mean if it wasn't for me he would remain bleeding there, all by himself, but I decided to help him. That good for nothing git!
And then there was the kiss, that stupid kiss which wasn't even supposed to happen, that kiss that haunted Harry in his dreams. A Gryffindor shouldn't kiss a Slytherin and furthermore a Gryffindor boy shouldn't kiss another Slytherin boy! So why the hell wasn't he grossed out when he kissed Malfoy?
Those lips were only good for one thing and it was sending insults at Harry and his friends, it was telling on him whenever he got the chance, it was for mischief and not anything else. But they were so soft . . . no they weren't! He hated Malfoy. Yes, he did. That something he could agree on. He really despised Malfoy. After all every time he saw that stupid bloke he wanted to hurt him and not in a pleasant way.
Harry felt tired. The thoughts that kept running in his head weakened his mind and he felt exhausted. He should really stop thinking. I wonder how Crabbe and Goyle manage to do that, he chuckled to himself.
He glanced at the clock and realized it was 5 minutes to 9:00. He hurriedly left his common room walking quickly toward the Slytherin common room apprehensively.
***
Harry was about to reach the common room when he saw next to the Slytherin common room entrance non other than Malfoy, Warrington, Flint and Zabini standing discussing between themselves.
Harry stopped on his tacks. Was he really going to go through with this? How can he show his face? How can Malfoy humiliate him to such a degree? Was it too late to turn on his heels? He was about to make a 180- degree turn when he heard his name being drawled in that oh so familiar tone. He felt his face turning red and he closed his eyes as if seeking some comfort within himself. He opened them again and began walking hesitantly toward the group of Slytherins.
He stopped a few steps before the group and looked around him. They were all giving him very unpleasant looks with disgusting fake smiles. Malfoy stepped between them all and paced toward Harry. Harry gulped, feeling smaller and smaller by the second.
"You're late" he stated coldly.
"I was-" he began to say when Zabini cut him off. "Teach your slave a lesson, Draco," he said maliciously patting Draco on his shoulder as if encouraging.
Malfoy smiled.
Harry's eyes widened with terror.
"I will" he replied.
Harry's breathing became shallower.
"But later, we'll be late to Practice"
Zabini gave a disappointed sigh along with Warrington and Flint who seemed to be expecting some kind of a show.
Harry relaxed slightly.
Draco pushed passed him. "Come along Potter, we have Practice"
Warrington pushed him along with Flint following Draco.
But Zabini stopped before him, eyeing him strangely, Harry readied himself for some kind of a rude remark but Zabini just licked his lips and brushed passed him without a word.
Harry stayed rooted to the spot with his mouth agape. What the hell was that? He was simply confounded. He composed himself and followed the Slytherins from a safe distance.
He felt so humiliated that he didn't even raise his head to say Hello to his friends. His eyes remained on the floor. His pride felt trampled with every step he took.
***
Harry remained in the stands while the rest of the Slytherin team went to change into their uniform. Shortly after, they started appearing one by one from the changing rooms, climbing upon their brooms and zooming into the air, not before eyeing one particular Gryffindor with great amusement.
Surprisingly enough Draco hasn't told everyone about the bet. Potter didn't know that so when he saw the staring eyes he assumed them to be a thing of mockery and not of pure curiosity.
Practice went on and the only thing Harry could do was watch. He didn't really care for their game tactics since his team's was far better or their flying maneuvers because he had to admit his teams were more outstanding even though they didn't have the advantage of new brooms.
What attracted his eye was Draco's flying. He was so graceful in his flying that it annoyed Harry. It made him wonder how stupid he looked next to Draco during their games.
What was most peculiar was that Draco didn't seem to mind Harry's staring, on the contrary he seemed to enjoy it and flew around with an air of arrogance about him as if trying to prove something. Like a little child, Harry mused to himself but refused to detach his eyes from the silly Slytherin.
Thus, practice continued till about 10:30. When the flyers started descending to the ground, Draco gave a whistle in Harry's direction and Harry realized it was intended to him. He got up slowly and stretched, taking his time, testing Malfoy's nerves.
He walked idly to the field and stopped in front of Malfoy with a mask of complete innocence.
"You rang?" he asked.
Malfoy stared at him for a moment as if restraining his tongue.
"Yes, I did Potter" he exclaimed with an air of superiority "you have some chores to do"
Harry eyed him suspiciously.
"Go to the storage room, I presume you know its location" he asked without waiting for a proper answer "put away all the brooms there" he said, throwing his broom to the before unseen stack of brooms that lay at the corner "and" he continued satisfied by Harry's irritability as he perceived the amount he was to carry "there wont be any use of magic, so I will be needing your wand"
"My wand isn't with me" Harry lied coolly.
Malfoy gave him a dangerous look "well, if you're lying to me you will pay for it. I promise you," he added coldly which made Harry shiver involuntarily.
Malfoy turned around and walked toward the changing rooms.
*********
If a muggle saw the event that took place, he would be simply dumbfounded but to a wizard it was a common day thing. Harry was to be seen walking calmly with a straight line of brooms floating behind him, following his trail.
If Draco would have seen this he would have been furious but that didn't bother Harry since he was reluctant to carry a bunch of filthy brooms that weighted more than himself.
He reached the storage room with a complacent smile upon his features, not only did he manage to complete this stupid chore he was given, he also managed to cheat Malfoy, and that raised his spirits tremendously.
He placed all the brooms rather carelessly, after all he didn't really give a damn about those wooden sticks and he closed the storage room door, placing his wand in his pants.
A job well done, he remarked to himself and turned around only to find himself standing in front of a pair of sickening dark eyes that seemed to glow triumphantly.
It was Blaise Zabini.
Harry felt the blood leave his face. He knew he was caught, if only he didn't know about the promise he made Malfoy everything will be fine.
"What happened to all those famous Gryffindor virtues?" he stated coldly as though he read Harry's mind.
"I don't know what you mean" said Harry hoarsely, not knowing why he felt slightly scared but feeling that the person in front of him was up to no good.
Harry's instincts never failed him before.
"I think you have far too many sticks in you pants than you should have to complete this task you were given" he said in a voice that was clearly insinuating something.
"I don't know what you mean," Harry repeated again, his voice almost failing him.
"Oh, is that so?" said Zabini and came closer, taking his wand from beneath his cloak.
Harry swallowed. He had nowhere to go. The storage room door was behind him and Zabini was right in front of him but there was no way he'll take out his wand, that will only prove he was right.
Zabini yelled an unfamiliar word while pointing his wand to Harry's . . . PANTS??
In an instant Harry's pants ripped off his body, landing in Zabini's hand. Harry was left standing there with his boxers on and a T-shit barely covering past his navel. Poor Harry didn't wear his school uniform on weekends and now he had nothing to hide himself in.
"What the hell are you doing??" shouted Harry trying to cover himself with his hands. The cold air that hit his bare legs didn't help either.
Zabini seemed highly amused and he chuckled maliciously while eyeing Harry.
"I want to see how true you are to your word" he managed to say after he stopped laughing.
Harry was completely shocked. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now.
Zabini rummaged through Harry's pants for a few seconds and then withdrew the thing he was looking for with a smug smile on his face, waving the object in front of Harry.
Harry stood there defeated and embarrassed.
"My, my, what a liar we have here, I think you ought to learn a lesson"
"Stop it Zabini," said Harry getting quite alarmed now. "This isn't funny anymore, fine I used my wand, now give it back and my pants too," he added barely audibly.
Zabini threw the pants and the wand behind his back and walked toward Harry with too much confidence. He stopped before Harry. He was much taller than him and by the look of it much stronger too.
"You know" he said, leaning toward Harry, their chests so close, Harry could feel the heat coming from his body, "Slytherin girls suck, not to mention Ravenclaw girls, Hufflepuff are not that bad as one would think" he paused enjoying the confused look Harry was giving him.
Harry didn't know what the hell Zabini was talking about but standing this close to a Slytherin with only his underwear on and his wand nowhere of reach didn't leave him much of a choice but to listen.
One would find this situation highly ironical and might laugh but Harry was in no position to even consider a chuckle from his behalf.
"Now Gryffindor girls, they are pretty good, I must admit I was highly impressed, they're better than the Ravenclaw or the Hufflepuff boys even, but not the Slytherin, no, the Slytherin boys are the best" he paused again, his eyes dancing with malice in them, "don't you agree that Gryffindor girls are pretty good?"
"Umm" Harry was clearly baffled "I suppose they're good," he answered in a tone that implied he was hoping that to be the answer Zabini was looking for.
"It almost seems as if you have no idea what I'm talking about" he chuckled, more to himself than to Harry. "I'm talking about sex, Potter"
Harry's eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat.
"So, don't you agree that Gryffindor girls are pretty good?" he repeated again, enjoying this conversation greatly.
Harry swallowed hard. "I don't.I mean I never.I" he seemed to be lost for words. Could this be any more embarrassing, he thought to himself.
"Don't tell me that the famous boy who lived is still a virgin," he said with a sort of fake look of shock on his face.
Harry raised his head, trying to hold some of his pride that seemed to leave him about 5 minutes ago along with his pants.
"I'm not a . virgin," he said weakly, sensing the lie in his voice, feeling the knowing eyes of the Slytherin in front of him.
"I never had me a Gryffindor boy though, did you know that?" Zabini continued ignoring that last comment. "Strange, isn't it? But I just noticed it now, that I had many but never a Gryffindor. boy"
Harry's breathing was coming in far too many ragged short breaths. He told himself not to panic, not to panic.
"I don't know what you want or mean Zabini but I'd appreciate if you'd move from my way" Harry said, trying to add some authority to his voice.
"No" was the short reply.
"What?" Harry said again trying to keep his voice stable.
Zabini gripped Harry's shoulders forcefully. "I said no," he repeated.
Harry was now trapped between the storage room door and Zabini.
Zabini leaned in and forced his lips upon Harry's. Harry tried to break away, but Zabini's grip held him in place. Harry squirmed in pain as Zabini bit his lower lip, gasping to draw in the needed air that seemed to leave him. Zabini used that opportunity to launch himself a second time, this time sliding his tongue in Harry's mouth.
Harry felt like Zabini was trying to swallow him whole. The nails at the side of his arms were already digging into him painfully. His heart was beating so fast he felt it like drums in his ears. He couldn't believe this was happening.
Zabini broke the kiss only to bite into Harry's neck, sucking at it like his life depended on it.
Harry gasped with horror. "No" he pleaded "stop" he managed to say weakly when his mouth once again was occupied by the Slytherins hungry lips.
Zabini shifted his weight and grabbed both Harry's hands in his left one raising them above their heads. Struggling did little for Harry. With his other hand he reached under Harry's shirt touching his bare torso. Harry struggled for breath while Zabini didn't seem to need it much.
He pinched Harry's right nipple and Harry squirmed with pain, this only seemed to excite Zabini even more and he deepened the kiss, withdrawing the hand from beneath the shirt and grabbing Harry's waist with his right hand.
He shoved himself violently at Harry, his sickening arousal too evident to Harry.
Harry gasped in utter shock. This unfamiliar sensation, this closeness made Harry sick to his stomach and he felt the bile rising in his throat.
He felt the wetness of his face and realized it was his tears. He was crying.
Zabini didn't seem to care.
He reached for his belt trying to unbuckle it with one hand.
"Blaise? What the fuck are you doing?"
Zabini stopped on his tracks. His hand left his pants and he slowly let go of Harry.
Harry fell to the ground. All the strength seemed to leave him. His face flushed and the fresh tears so clear on his face.
Zabini turned around and Harry saw Draco standing right in front of them with his mouth completely agape, thousand of emotion stirring behind those cold grey eyes.
A/N- 12/24/03 sorry to leave you there but I got the feeling this chapter was getting too long. I think this is THE longest chapter I have ever written!! Yay me.
Well okay thanks for reading my story, but now you must review or I shall die a miserable poor writer with no reviews and you don't want to let that happen, right? :p
I love you all!! Next chapter I'll write all my thank you notes to all the people who reviewed this chapter and my last one because I'm too tired to do it now. Yes I know, lazy me.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanzaa and Happy New Year!! See you all next year!!