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Enjoy.
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Part 20
Ron rolled around in as much agony as he had felt in a long time.
As his vision returned, he began making out the dark shape of the Deatheater standing over him.
"Most lucky," a heavy voice said.
"Most lucky, yes," said another, higher voice.
Ron reached for his wand, which had fallen inches away from his fingers when he had fallen.
"Ah, ah, better not have that. Accio wand." Ron's wand left his vision as the Deatheater recited the spell.
"Let us get him to the Dark Lord, eh?" said the higher.
"Let us first see what we can make him do. Imperio."
Ron's world suddenly disappeared. There was an easy, floating calm that now surrounded him. He could vaguely hear commands ("Stand.") and could almost feel his body react and stand. Any commands and actions done after that were not heard or felt over the –
- Ron leaned in toward Harry. Ron knew how awkward he must have looked, from any other perspective. But there he was, leaning in to kiss Harry Potter. His lips brushed Harry's first, then pressed into them, and both young men opened their mouths slightly. Ron kind of bit Harry's upper lip, and Harry half yelped and half moaned. He leaned in until the front of his chest was against Harry's, and slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth. He awkwardly tried to find something to do with that in there besides clean Harry's teeth, but what started as awkward soon became something that was getting him quite aroused. As Ron opened his eyes and looked into Harry's, he had this feeling of –
- yeah, that was what he was missing, or
- yeah, that was what he wanted, and
- Ron came swiftly out of his black recess. He was standing, weakly, and had to reach out a hand so as not to fall down. The wall was cold and rough, and Ron realized quickly that it was stone. Ron turned around and was faced with iron bars.
"H- how?" Ron stammered.
The darkness outside his new cage closed in to form a large shape.
"I can do any thing, Ronald Weasley." The voice was cold and harsh, and Ron cringed almost as though he had thought the owner's name.
"V-Voldemort! How?" Ron couldn't think of any way that he could be transported so quickly from the Hogwarts Express to a dungeon, or even how anyone could sabotage the Hogwarts Express.
Ron's eyes began to separate a dark and snake-like face out of the darkness. Its eyes pierced Ron's.
"You are very important, Weasley." Voldemort hissed these words.
Ron stood, dumbstruck, staring. His mind began putting together a little courage.
"I wont help you fight Harry, you slimy asshole!" Ron almost yelled this.
If Voldemort had eyebrows, he would have raised them. As it was, the narrow red slits that were his eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Do you realize that when I kill you, you will have helped me fight Harry?" He put an uncomfortable emphasis on 'Harry.'
Ron's whole body went limp and he leaned against the bars. He felt dispair creep into his body and wrack his heart. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. They were supposed to win, and people might get hurt, but......
Suddenly Voldemort's eyes flashed red.
"It is time to deal with – yes, the boy who lived." Voldemort chuckled. "Let us see how his fortunes change now that he is not a boy. I will be back, Weasley." Ron shuddered heartily at the mention of his name for the second time. Ron slid to the ground and sat as Voldemort disappeared.
Shortly after the silence was broken by someone tsk-tsking.
"Ronald Weasley."
Ron looked up and saw a hooded figure walking toward him. He knew that cold, calculating voice.
"Malfoy."
Lucius Malfoy lowered the hood of his cloak. "Yes. How is......your father?" He said this with a most insincere smile.
"Better than you'll ever be, you rat bastard!" Ron yelled this from the floor.
"Ah, manners, Weasley! Silly me, your less-than-affluent upbringing must have prevented you from learning such intricacies. Nonetheless, a lesson:"
Malfoy raised his wand sharply. It seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Crucio."
Ron writhed for the second time that day. He felt nausea jolt into is stomach. He couldn't seem to press himself flat enough on the ground.
When the pain stopped, Ron looked up with as much hate and anger as he could muster. Lucius only smiled back.
"Are you prepared to die, Weasley?"
Ron looked up at Malfoy, who stood over him like a child waiting for just the right moment to squish a bug.
Ron laid his head back down on the ground. If he was going to be killed, it wasn't going to be while or after groveling. He'd have some dignity, maybe for the first time in his life, but he'd have it.
As Malfoy drawled on, Ron's mind wandered off to the events leading up to his being captured. They'd woken up, and Harry had been quiet. Ron had apologized, and Harry had continued his silence. Ron had said he still wanted to be with Harry. And Harry......
Had breakfast, Ginny was running late, Ron and Harry had used floo powder with Mr. Weasley to take them to 'The House.' Harry wouldn't let anyone mention Sirius' name, at least not those who didn't need to use it for official business. From there Ginny and Mrs. Weasley joined them in a car to the train station, to the train, to the cabin, to Ron bursting into tears.
'Yeah, great day,' Ron thought. If he could just get his wand. There didn't seem to be much hope of that.
As Ron came out of his daydream, he realized that Malfoy had left. Ron looked all around to be sure, but it was true. Ron quickly began to look around the small space he was confined to. There were three walls and iron bars that made up the third. There were no windows.
Ron began clawing at the rock around him. He felt all around, at every junction, sure that one of them would give in. When none did he leaned up against one of the walls and sat with his head slung low. One thing he could say in his favor is that he wasn't hungry.
'You eat like a horse, Ron.' Ron could hear Harry tell him this. In fact, Harry had said it more than once, but usually after that Harry ate the same way. And Hermione......she had always threatened to leave, but never did.
Ron sighed miserably. This was going to be the worst death ever. He had dreamed of being the one to take the killing curse for Harry. 'Dreamed' sounded too morose. He had always known that he would, without reservation. But then, maybe Harry would save him.
Wands bursting with spells, Harry would come in at the last moment to save a Ron who was near death but still very recoverable. Then he would open the bars and their lips would meet and-
"Ronald." Ron was jolted back to the cell when Lucius used his first name. Ron didn't bother to look up.
"It is time."
At this, Ron did look up.
"It is time to give us your information."
Ron's eyes stung as he resolved himself. The one thing he could say for himself was that he had told Harry he loved him before this. He could die with some shred of satisfaction, if not in being requited, then by being honest.
"I'm not talking." And Ron spit on the ground.
"Pity," Lucius drawled out slowly. "The faster, then, you forfeit your life."
Ron's stomach twisted. "Just do it, you sadistic bastard."
Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "And forego the pleasure of torturing you?"
The coldness of this made Ron shudder for what seemed like the millionth time.
Part 21
Something told Harry not to say it, but he did anyway: "Voldemort."
Voldemort smiled in response.
"I am so tired of you, Harry Potter. So tired." All this was hissed out, and it sounded more overjoyed than tired.
"How?" Harry growled this.
Voldemort looked around. "This?"
Harry nodded. Draco stood beside him with an utterly stoic look on his face.
Voldemort trained his eyes sharply on Harry. "This, Harry, is a world you could not begin to conceive of. This is a world that was hidden from almost all of the wizarding world. By whom, you ask?" The hissing almost seemed gleeful.
There was a long pause. Harry did not move.
"By the Ministry of Magic, of course. Why not hide those things that would give power to those with......" Voldemort paused. "......Evil intentions. It seems that in the havoc caused in the Ministry not two years ago, they overlooked this artifact. And I now possess it."
Harry stood, speechless. Was this the end of Voldemort's monologue? Should he attack?
"And then, there is Ronald Weasley."
At the hissed name of Ron, Harry came to life.
"If you so much as rough him up, I'll do everything in my power to make you suffer, you black blooded mudblood."
Harry spat out 'mudblood.' Draco looked satisfied that Harry had pointed this out, and Voldemort looked angrier.
"You insolent, arrogant boy. You have gall to address me in such a manner. For that, I shall surely kill Weasley. Of course, I will take the time to memorize his scream for posterity."
Harry's face was a work of angry. His lips were pursed, his eyes were narrowed, and he gripped his wand so hard his hand was turning white. Draco looked nervously from Harry to Voldemort, whose smile disappeared and was replaced by a sneer.
"I owe you much suffering for the death of four Deatheaters. I owe you HELL" said with a snarl "for the death of Bellatrix." Voldemort's eyes seemed redder.
Harry almost smiled. "Glad to have caused you some suffering-"
"Stupefy!" Harry was shocked to hear Draco recite the spell. More surprising was that he was attacking the Dark Lord.
Voldemort countered the spell with a quick wave and mutter.
"Can't wait your turn, Draco?" Voldemort once again curled a smile. "You are not here by accident. I was going to give you a position serving me. Now, I think, things have changed. Corpus repellus!"
A white light shot from Voldemort's wand and struck Draco before he could react. Draco's body was flung backward and he landed on his back four meters behind Harry. He did not stir.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shot quickly and ran backward. "Petrificus totalus!" Both spells were enacted a moment apart.
Both spells were deflected by Voldemort before they could reach him.
"Avada kedavra."
Harry fell to the ground as the spell went over him. His heart pounding, he flipped over on his back, ready to recite, but Voldemort was standing over him.
"Magmus wand!" Voldemort said this, and Harry's wand suddenly became very hot. Harry dropped it as it glowed red on the carpet next to him. Why wasn't the carpet burning?
"And now, Potter, this little game we have going ends. Avada ke-"
Voldemort would have finished the spell, and Harry would be laying dead, if a red bolt hadn't come out of nowhere and knocked Voldemort to the ground. Shocked and surprised at his good fortune, Harry turned around to see who had come to his rescue.
It was Sirius Black.
Part 22
Ron looked up again, though his head rolled around back toward the ground. His nose was bleeding profusely; his arm no longer functioned. For some reason, things were blurry. He couldn't quite remember if he had told Malfoy anything. He didn't even remember when Malfoy had entered his cell.
"You know, I could have avoided all of this. I could have spared you the broken arm, and possibly the pain" said slowly "and suffering you've been through." It sounded as though he were quite chipper. "I could have just given you the Veritaserum to begin with."
Malfoy reached down and roughly grabbed Ron's chin. Ron resisted, and Malfoy slapped him. He forced Ron's head upward, and flashed a vial full of liquid at him. Ron looked at it. It was clear. Maybe it was water?
Malfoy pinched Ron's jugular hard, and Ron opened his mouth in a gag reaction. Malfoy quickly drained the liquid into Ron's mouth and held his mouth shut.
'Must hold, must hold, must........don't swal-'
Ron swallowed. Malfoy reared back with a satisfied smile.
Then Ron did something he never expected to do. He lunged forward and grabbed Malfoy's leg. Then he bit into Malfoy's thigh as hard as he could. The scream of pain from Malfoy was worth the hard and fast blow to the head that fell upon him.
Ron fell off Malfoy, and his head was swimming. Then he was-
-back to the Burrow. There was the Cannons poster above his bed. He was lying in bed. He didn't move. There was a whisper from somewhere near.
'What?' Ron whispered out.
'Ronald. Ron. Hold on there, mate.'
It was Harry.
'Harry! I'm so scared!' Ron reached his hands out. His Cannons poster began to swim.
Ron felt two hands lightly brush and hold his cheeks. Then there were lips kissing him. He couldn't see anything but the poster.
'Harry!'
'Ron-'
-Ron was kicked in the side hard. He jolted back to consciousness. His head hurt more than he could ever remember it hurting. He was on his back, looking up at the dungeon ceiling. Malfoy's head suddenly crowded the view. It looked extremely irate.
"Last time, Weasley. Your contamination of the wizarding world ends now."
Ron watched as Malfoy pointed his wand at him. Ron could see the words coming from Malfoy's perfectly shaped mouth, but couldn't hear them:
Ahhh-vaaaaah-daaaaah-ke-daaaaaaah-vraaaaaaa.
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OK, so that little kissee bit was dedicated to [m477tf] who......encouraged me. Much happiness is due to being on vaca, which should mean less time betwixt posting this and the next. Which is already on its way. :)
As always, thanks to the people who take the time to click the little 'review' button. I really, REALLY appreciate it. Really! Is that 'really' to the third power? brain explodes Well that didn't take much. AHEM Thank you specifically to Beloved (hope you're confused in a beneficial way :) ); CrazyForYou (thank you kindly, I will continue writing); Aurel (blushing yes, and I hope I continue to represent Mal- er, Draco in an appropriate way); KarenleFay (happy to serve your Draco needs as well, and for some reason the cliffhangers come naturally....but I don't allow myself those before 2000 words at least have been reached); and of course
[Circular Infinity]. I wouldn't have posted without her support. Everyone thank her by reading her parody fic (Escawars) which is....aw, look it up if you like anime, it is funny stuff. Peace out!
Disclaimer: This is Harry Potter stuff, which is owned by, like, J.K. Rowling 'n stuff. Much kudos to her. Additionally, if that wasn't enough, this is SLASH. You no likee, go read something more.......tame?
Enjoy.
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Part 20
Ron rolled around in as much agony as he had felt in a long time.
As his vision returned, he began making out the dark shape of the Deatheater standing over him.
"Most lucky," a heavy voice said.
"Most lucky, yes," said another, higher voice.
Ron reached for his wand, which had fallen inches away from his fingers when he had fallen.
"Ah, ah, better not have that. Accio wand." Ron's wand left his vision as the Deatheater recited the spell.
"Let us get him to the Dark Lord, eh?" said the higher.
"Let us first see what we can make him do. Imperio."
Ron's world suddenly disappeared. There was an easy, floating calm that now surrounded him. He could vaguely hear commands ("Stand.") and could almost feel his body react and stand. Any commands and actions done after that were not heard or felt over the –
- Ron leaned in toward Harry. Ron knew how awkward he must have looked, from any other perspective. But there he was, leaning in to kiss Harry Potter. His lips brushed Harry's first, then pressed into them, and both young men opened their mouths slightly. Ron kind of bit Harry's upper lip, and Harry half yelped and half moaned. He leaned in until the front of his chest was against Harry's, and slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth. He awkwardly tried to find something to do with that in there besides clean Harry's teeth, but what started as awkward soon became something that was getting him quite aroused. As Ron opened his eyes and looked into Harry's, he had this feeling of –
- yeah, that was what he was missing, or
- yeah, that was what he wanted, and
- Ron came swiftly out of his black recess. He was standing, weakly, and had to reach out a hand so as not to fall down. The wall was cold and rough, and Ron realized quickly that it was stone. Ron turned around and was faced with iron bars.
"H- how?" Ron stammered.
The darkness outside his new cage closed in to form a large shape.
"I can do any thing, Ronald Weasley." The voice was cold and harsh, and Ron cringed almost as though he had thought the owner's name.
"V-Voldemort! How?" Ron couldn't think of any way that he could be transported so quickly from the Hogwarts Express to a dungeon, or even how anyone could sabotage the Hogwarts Express.
Ron's eyes began to separate a dark and snake-like face out of the darkness. Its eyes pierced Ron's.
"You are very important, Weasley." Voldemort hissed these words.
Ron stood, dumbstruck, staring. His mind began putting together a little courage.
"I wont help you fight Harry, you slimy asshole!" Ron almost yelled this.
If Voldemort had eyebrows, he would have raised them. As it was, the narrow red slits that were his eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Do you realize that when I kill you, you will have helped me fight Harry?" He put an uncomfortable emphasis on 'Harry.'
Ron's whole body went limp and he leaned against the bars. He felt dispair creep into his body and wrack his heart. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. They were supposed to win, and people might get hurt, but......
Suddenly Voldemort's eyes flashed red.
"It is time to deal with – yes, the boy who lived." Voldemort chuckled. "Let us see how his fortunes change now that he is not a boy. I will be back, Weasley." Ron shuddered heartily at the mention of his name for the second time. Ron slid to the ground and sat as Voldemort disappeared.
Shortly after the silence was broken by someone tsk-tsking.
"Ronald Weasley."
Ron looked up and saw a hooded figure walking toward him. He knew that cold, calculating voice.
"Malfoy."
Lucius Malfoy lowered the hood of his cloak. "Yes. How is......your father?" He said this with a most insincere smile.
"Better than you'll ever be, you rat bastard!" Ron yelled this from the floor.
"Ah, manners, Weasley! Silly me, your less-than-affluent upbringing must have prevented you from learning such intricacies. Nonetheless, a lesson:"
Malfoy raised his wand sharply. It seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Crucio."
Ron writhed for the second time that day. He felt nausea jolt into is stomach. He couldn't seem to press himself flat enough on the ground.
When the pain stopped, Ron looked up with as much hate and anger as he could muster. Lucius only smiled back.
"Are you prepared to die, Weasley?"
Ron looked up at Malfoy, who stood over him like a child waiting for just the right moment to squish a bug.
Ron laid his head back down on the ground. If he was going to be killed, it wasn't going to be while or after groveling. He'd have some dignity, maybe for the first time in his life, but he'd have it.
As Malfoy drawled on, Ron's mind wandered off to the events leading up to his being captured. They'd woken up, and Harry had been quiet. Ron had apologized, and Harry had continued his silence. Ron had said he still wanted to be with Harry. And Harry......
Had breakfast, Ginny was running late, Ron and Harry had used floo powder with Mr. Weasley to take them to 'The House.' Harry wouldn't let anyone mention Sirius' name, at least not those who didn't need to use it for official business. From there Ginny and Mrs. Weasley joined them in a car to the train station, to the train, to the cabin, to Ron bursting into tears.
'Yeah, great day,' Ron thought. If he could just get his wand. There didn't seem to be much hope of that.
As Ron came out of his daydream, he realized that Malfoy had left. Ron looked all around to be sure, but it was true. Ron quickly began to look around the small space he was confined to. There were three walls and iron bars that made up the third. There were no windows.
Ron began clawing at the rock around him. He felt all around, at every junction, sure that one of them would give in. When none did he leaned up against one of the walls and sat with his head slung low. One thing he could say in his favor is that he wasn't hungry.
'You eat like a horse, Ron.' Ron could hear Harry tell him this. In fact, Harry had said it more than once, but usually after that Harry ate the same way. And Hermione......she had always threatened to leave, but never did.
Ron sighed miserably. This was going to be the worst death ever. He had dreamed of being the one to take the killing curse for Harry. 'Dreamed' sounded too morose. He had always known that he would, without reservation. But then, maybe Harry would save him.
Wands bursting with spells, Harry would come in at the last moment to save a Ron who was near death but still very recoverable. Then he would open the bars and their lips would meet and-
"Ronald." Ron was jolted back to the cell when Lucius used his first name. Ron didn't bother to look up.
"It is time."
At this, Ron did look up.
"It is time to give us your information."
Ron's eyes stung as he resolved himself. The one thing he could say for himself was that he had told Harry he loved him before this. He could die with some shred of satisfaction, if not in being requited, then by being honest.
"I'm not talking." And Ron spit on the ground.
"Pity," Lucius drawled out slowly. "The faster, then, you forfeit your life."
Ron's stomach twisted. "Just do it, you sadistic bastard."
Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "And forego the pleasure of torturing you?"
The coldness of this made Ron shudder for what seemed like the millionth time.
Part 21
Something told Harry not to say it, but he did anyway: "Voldemort."
Voldemort smiled in response.
"I am so tired of you, Harry Potter. So tired." All this was hissed out, and it sounded more overjoyed than tired.
"How?" Harry growled this.
Voldemort looked around. "This?"
Harry nodded. Draco stood beside him with an utterly stoic look on his face.
Voldemort trained his eyes sharply on Harry. "This, Harry, is a world you could not begin to conceive of. This is a world that was hidden from almost all of the wizarding world. By whom, you ask?" The hissing almost seemed gleeful.
There was a long pause. Harry did not move.
"By the Ministry of Magic, of course. Why not hide those things that would give power to those with......" Voldemort paused. "......Evil intentions. It seems that in the havoc caused in the Ministry not two years ago, they overlooked this artifact. And I now possess it."
Harry stood, speechless. Was this the end of Voldemort's monologue? Should he attack?
"And then, there is Ronald Weasley."
At the hissed name of Ron, Harry came to life.
"If you so much as rough him up, I'll do everything in my power to make you suffer, you black blooded mudblood."
Harry spat out 'mudblood.' Draco looked satisfied that Harry had pointed this out, and Voldemort looked angrier.
"You insolent, arrogant boy. You have gall to address me in such a manner. For that, I shall surely kill Weasley. Of course, I will take the time to memorize his scream for posterity."
Harry's face was a work of angry. His lips were pursed, his eyes were narrowed, and he gripped his wand so hard his hand was turning white. Draco looked nervously from Harry to Voldemort, whose smile disappeared and was replaced by a sneer.
"I owe you much suffering for the death of four Deatheaters. I owe you HELL" said with a snarl "for the death of Bellatrix." Voldemort's eyes seemed redder.
Harry almost smiled. "Glad to have caused you some suffering-"
"Stupefy!" Harry was shocked to hear Draco recite the spell. More surprising was that he was attacking the Dark Lord.
Voldemort countered the spell with a quick wave and mutter.
"Can't wait your turn, Draco?" Voldemort once again curled a smile. "You are not here by accident. I was going to give you a position serving me. Now, I think, things have changed. Corpus repellus!"
A white light shot from Voldemort's wand and struck Draco before he could react. Draco's body was flung backward and he landed on his back four meters behind Harry. He did not stir.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shot quickly and ran backward. "Petrificus totalus!" Both spells were enacted a moment apart.
Both spells were deflected by Voldemort before they could reach him.
"Avada kedavra."
Harry fell to the ground as the spell went over him. His heart pounding, he flipped over on his back, ready to recite, but Voldemort was standing over him.
"Magmus wand!" Voldemort said this, and Harry's wand suddenly became very hot. Harry dropped it as it glowed red on the carpet next to him. Why wasn't the carpet burning?
"And now, Potter, this little game we have going ends. Avada ke-"
Voldemort would have finished the spell, and Harry would be laying dead, if a red bolt hadn't come out of nowhere and knocked Voldemort to the ground. Shocked and surprised at his good fortune, Harry turned around to see who had come to his rescue.
It was Sirius Black.
Part 22
Ron looked up again, though his head rolled around back toward the ground. His nose was bleeding profusely; his arm no longer functioned. For some reason, things were blurry. He couldn't quite remember if he had told Malfoy anything. He didn't even remember when Malfoy had entered his cell.
"You know, I could have avoided all of this. I could have spared you the broken arm, and possibly the pain" said slowly "and suffering you've been through." It sounded as though he were quite chipper. "I could have just given you the Veritaserum to begin with."
Malfoy reached down and roughly grabbed Ron's chin. Ron resisted, and Malfoy slapped him. He forced Ron's head upward, and flashed a vial full of liquid at him. Ron looked at it. It was clear. Maybe it was water?
Malfoy pinched Ron's jugular hard, and Ron opened his mouth in a gag reaction. Malfoy quickly drained the liquid into Ron's mouth and held his mouth shut.
'Must hold, must hold, must........don't swal-'
Ron swallowed. Malfoy reared back with a satisfied smile.
Then Ron did something he never expected to do. He lunged forward and grabbed Malfoy's leg. Then he bit into Malfoy's thigh as hard as he could. The scream of pain from Malfoy was worth the hard and fast blow to the head that fell upon him.
Ron fell off Malfoy, and his head was swimming. Then he was-
-back to the Burrow. There was the Cannons poster above his bed. He was lying in bed. He didn't move. There was a whisper from somewhere near.
'What?' Ron whispered out.
'Ronald. Ron. Hold on there, mate.'
It was Harry.
'Harry! I'm so scared!' Ron reached his hands out. His Cannons poster began to swim.
Ron felt two hands lightly brush and hold his cheeks. Then there were lips kissing him. He couldn't see anything but the poster.
'Harry!'
'Ron-'
-Ron was kicked in the side hard. He jolted back to consciousness. His head hurt more than he could ever remember it hurting. He was on his back, looking up at the dungeon ceiling. Malfoy's head suddenly crowded the view. It looked extremely irate.
"Last time, Weasley. Your contamination of the wizarding world ends now."
Ron watched as Malfoy pointed his wand at him. Ron could see the words coming from Malfoy's perfectly shaped mouth, but couldn't hear them:
Ahhh-vaaaaah-daaaaah-ke-daaaaaaah-vraaaaaaa.
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OK, so that little kissee bit was dedicated to [m477tf] who......encouraged me. Much happiness is due to being on vaca, which should mean less time betwixt posting this and the next. Which is already on its way. :)
As always, thanks to the people who take the time to click the little 'review' button. I really, REALLY appreciate it. Really! Is that 'really' to the third power? brain explodes Well that didn't take much. AHEM Thank you specifically to Beloved (hope you're confused in a beneficial way :) ); CrazyForYou (thank you kindly, I will continue writing); Aurel (blushing yes, and I hope I continue to represent Mal- er, Draco in an appropriate way); KarenleFay (happy to serve your Draco needs as well, and for some reason the cliffhangers come naturally....but I don't allow myself those before 2000 words at least have been reached); and of course
[Circular Infinity]. I wouldn't have posted without her support. Everyone thank her by reading her parody fic (Escawars) which is....aw, look it up if you like anime, it is funny stuff. Peace out!