a/n: Hey!! All right here's Chapter 6...I really hope you like it, I'm
quite proud of it. Remember it's in Harry POV...ahh I'm excited for you
lol...
The song for this chapter is "I'm With You" by Avril Lavigne.
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Chapter 6: I'm With You
"I'm standing on the bridge,
I'm waiting in the dark,
I thought that you'd be here, by now,
There's nothing but the rain,
No footsteps on the ground,
I'm listening but there's no sound."
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I yawned and rolled out of my bed onto the cold floor, hitting my head, no doubt on the cement. I looked up at the clock on my bedside table: 11:45. For the fifth night in a row, I couldn't sleep. I kept having these dreams that were rather disturbing, but others raised a lot of questions. My latest dream had been about a certain blonde-haired Slytherin with deep sliver eyes. I sighed and rubbed my head. I stood up from the floor and changed into some jeans and grabbed a black hoodie off the hook next to my bed. I slipped it on and kneeled down by my trunk and pulled out my father's invisibility cloak. I crept over to the dorm door and wrapped myself within the cloak, concealing myself from anyone's eye. I walked down the steps into the common room and then headed to the portrait. I climbed through easily and made my way down the seven flights of stairs to reach the main hall. I hurried along, passing many prefects and narrowly escaping a few of them. Like I really cared if they found me. Hell I was sixteen and what were they going to do about it anyway besides maybe take like 5 points from Gryffindor or give me a detention? I was so used to these things happening to me that it really was nothing when it occurred to me now. I reached the doors and pushed through them lightly as I felt a cool breeze nip at my cheeks.
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"Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?"
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I began making my way across the grounds, seeing the blonde in my head. His whole self was so engraved in my thoughts lately that I seemed to think of nothing else anymore. I could still see the blood pouring from his precious wrists and it made me angry. Who did that to him? Who is responsible for driving him to the point of suicide? If I lost Malfoy, there would be nothing more for me to live for. He was in my thoughts, my life, and in my very breath. He gave me a challenge to live up to, and a reason to hold onto my own problems I faced everyday. With the war beginning to fire up, it was time for everyone to choose where they stood and who's side they belonged on. Of course, I was forced to lead the "good side" while Voldemort led the other. I sighed. I bet Malfoy fully belonged to the bad side now, whether it was his choice or not. Maybe that's why he wanted death: because he didn't want to be like his father. Ha I doubt it. And besides what makes me think that I know so much about him suddenly? I don't. I don't know who Malfoy is or what he wants. All I know is that I want to help him. Why do you ask? Well I haven't quite figured that out yet. Maybe it's because he's my equal, whether either of us will admit it or not.
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"It's a damn cold night,
Trying to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you."
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I sat down on the rock along the beach of the lake and looked out upon the waters. The full moon shone down on the lake and bathed the area in soft moonlight. I often liked coming out here to think. It was very calming and relaxing, and not to mention the privacy. I didn't have to put up with the giggly girls or the annoying others that seemed to always be around me. Now I love Ron and Hermione, but damn isn't it about time they got together?! I think it's pretty obvious that they are crushing each other...I mean they argue ALL the time and plus they're always stealing glances at each other when they think the other's not looking. How pathetic. I have told Ron countless times to just go up and ask her out, but he insists that she could never like a Weasley, and especially not him. Sometimes that kid had less brains than I ever took him for. And Hermione, oh my God. She HAS the brains and she is still too blind to see that Ron likes her in that way. Maybe if someone wrote it in one of those damn books she reads, maybe she would finally see it. I sighed again. I was having too many of my own problems with my own feelings to have to worry about them.
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"I'm looking for a place,
I'm searching for a face,
Is anybody here I know?
'Cause nothing's going right,
and everything's a mess,
and no one likes to be alone."
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Draco Malfoy. God why the hell did he fill my thoughts constantly? I had never had this CONSTANT attraction to anyone before. It was rather confusing and insanely overwhelming. I just wished I knew what in the world I was thinking when I helped him in that bathroom and when I held his hand like that. He must have thought I was mad or something. I can't explain it though. I mean I just got like this irresistible urge to touch him, and even more the incredible desire to take him into my arms and hold him for all the rest of eternity. He looked so helpless and needy that I would have done anything for him, and I still would. Malfoy was an incredible person and I know that there's more to him than he lets show. I just know it. I think he puts on his act in front of people and lets go of the cover when he is alone, and I think that I happened to catch him at one of those times. And oh how I thank God that I did. It let me see the Slytherin in a whole new light and it allowed me to see him as a real human being, and not just some slimy git that lived to make other people's lives miserable. Malfoy really was human, and he was just like me. Draco Malfoy was just like me.
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"Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?"
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It's too bad he could never feel the way I do. I guess things will never go the way I want. It's been like that my whole life though, hasn't it? Nothing ever goes the way I want. I mean even when I was a baby, Voldemort had to come and rip away all I had. My parents gave their lives to save me, and I can never repay them such a debt. How different my life would be if I could see them again. And now just last year, the only father I really ever had, had to be torn away from me roughly and I was left alone. Sirius Black was all I had left that I would even consider family, but I guess Voldemort thought that was too much for me to have or something. I could never have what Voldemort didn't. He would become jealous and take whatever it was away from me. In conclusion, I have decided that I cannot love anyone nor can anyone love me because all that will happen is they will be taken away, just like everyone else. Maybe I wasn't meant to be with anyone; maybe I was meant to be alone. I looked down at my hands and began to feel the tears forming in my eyes. I tried to swallow them back, but they began flowing down my cheeks anyway. What was the use in fighting them anymore? I have fought back the tears for too long, and I have hid my feelings for too long.
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"It's a damn cold night,
Trying to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you."
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If I hadn't been so consumed within my tears, I might have heard Malfoy's light footprints as he approached me on the rock. He reaches out and laid his hand softly on my shoulder. I turned around startled and met eyes with the blonde. He blinked softly and was looking at me with a mix of nervousness and concern. He took his hand off of me quickly as if I had stung him or something.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" I asked with a softer tone than I meant to put out.
He talked softly at first, "I...I was just taking a walk. I saw you over here, and well, I dunno...I just thought I'd walk over here because well...oh what do you care?! I was taking a walk, ok? And I just happened to see you over here so I walked over! You got a problem with that, Potter?!" he finished roughly and rather loudly with his famous glare at me.
I blinked and shook my head slowly. I didn't have a problem with him coming over at all, but did he really have to yell at me like that? Especially when it was just he and I? No one was here to witness his softness besides me, and who was I going to tell anyway? I liked him like this, and I loathed when he acted like the arrogant arse he always seemed to be.
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"Oh why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind."
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He softened his face a little and bit his lip gently. He was so cute when he didn't know how to act. For a guy who always seemed to be in total control of himself, these were the times I most treasured.
"Malfoy, it's ok," I said softly. "You don't have to wear the mask around me."
"What are you talking about, Potter?!" he spat. "I don't wear any masks around anyone!"
I shook my head softly. "I don't know why you put yourself in denial all the time. Do you think I forgot about our meeting on the train? Because if that's the case, I definitely haven't, and I don't know about you, but it's been in my mind ever since."
He stared at me. Had I said something wrong? Great, now he probably really thinks I'm insane. I basically just confessed that he's filled my whole entire mind since the incidence. I sighed softly and ran my hand through my hair gently. Now what am I going to do? Should I just get up and walk away? Ha, I think my body must be glued to the spot because I can't seem to stand up and move my legs in the direction of the castle. Something brought Malfoy out to me that night, and I had to find out what it was.
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"It's a damn cold night,
Trying to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you!"
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I couldn't take the silence any longer. "Look, Malfoy, on the train, I'm sorry if I offended you or something. I was just trying to help—"
He held up his hand to silence me. I fell silent and looked at him. "I'm glad you came in when you did, Potter, believe me," he said with a small smile playing at his lips. "I guess I should pay you back for what you did for me. You showed me that I shouldn't surrender to my father or his plans for me and my mother—"he suddenly slammed his hand over his mouth and his eyes widened. "Fuck," he muttered.
I nodded softly. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. I kind of already thought it had something to do with that anyway," I added gently.
He quickly changed the subject. "So, what's the matter with you?" he asked gently. "I thought you had the perfect life, Potter," he said smirking.
I chuckled softly and shook my head. "Not in a million years, Malfoy. No really, I'm fine, though. It was just one of those moments, you know when you feel like no one cares for you in the whole world," I said, my voice shaking.
He nodded in understanding. "Yep, I know exactly what you're talking about. I get that feeling all the time," he said matter-of-factly.
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"Take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you!"
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We sat like that in silence for a while, when I felt a hand crawl up my back. I tensed up slightly, and then I turned to face him. He returned the gaze and his hand reached up to the back of my neck. He suddenly began to pull me towards him with his hand behind my neck and he met his lips with mine. I was shocked at first, but then I became lost within the kiss. He put his other hand on my cheek and turned his whole body towards the side of mine. He pulled me in closer to deepen the kiss. He ran his hand through my hair and ran his tongue over my bottom lip. I moaned softly and ran my hands through his hair, holding onto it lightly. My hands were gripping his head through his hair in a constant entanglement, as I let my lips break apart slightly, allowing him entry, which he immediately took and thrust his tongue into my mouth. He seemed to be searching every part of my mouth, as if on a mission. I was getting rather antsy and feeling a little aroused, so I pushed my tongue against his as I heard a soft moan escape from his slightly parted lips. His hands found my shoulders and he held onto me desperately and kissed me passionately. We broke apart slowly, and I found myself staring curiously at the boy who had just kissed me like no one ever had before.
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"Take me by the hand,
take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you,
I'm with you..."
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a/n: oooo!! squeal! ahh I liked the ending ;) it went a little different than I was planning but hell it worked out good I think!! What did you think? I've never really done any heated kissings or anything more than that for that matter, so later when it may get smutty (of course it will) I don't know how good I'll be but I guess we'll see!! Hope you enjoyed it!! Just a little appetizer for the times to come!! I have lots of ideas for the future, including Lucius, Voldemort, and Ron and Hermione, and of course Harry/Draco !! Hope to receive lots of reviews!! :D
Love you all,
Pat
The song for this chapter is "I'm With You" by Avril Lavigne.
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Chapter 6: I'm With You
"I'm standing on the bridge,
I'm waiting in the dark,
I thought that you'd be here, by now,
There's nothing but the rain,
No footsteps on the ground,
I'm listening but there's no sound."
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I yawned and rolled out of my bed onto the cold floor, hitting my head, no doubt on the cement. I looked up at the clock on my bedside table: 11:45. For the fifth night in a row, I couldn't sleep. I kept having these dreams that were rather disturbing, but others raised a lot of questions. My latest dream had been about a certain blonde-haired Slytherin with deep sliver eyes. I sighed and rubbed my head. I stood up from the floor and changed into some jeans and grabbed a black hoodie off the hook next to my bed. I slipped it on and kneeled down by my trunk and pulled out my father's invisibility cloak. I crept over to the dorm door and wrapped myself within the cloak, concealing myself from anyone's eye. I walked down the steps into the common room and then headed to the portrait. I climbed through easily and made my way down the seven flights of stairs to reach the main hall. I hurried along, passing many prefects and narrowly escaping a few of them. Like I really cared if they found me. Hell I was sixteen and what were they going to do about it anyway besides maybe take like 5 points from Gryffindor or give me a detention? I was so used to these things happening to me that it really was nothing when it occurred to me now. I reached the doors and pushed through them lightly as I felt a cool breeze nip at my cheeks.
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"Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?"
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I began making my way across the grounds, seeing the blonde in my head. His whole self was so engraved in my thoughts lately that I seemed to think of nothing else anymore. I could still see the blood pouring from his precious wrists and it made me angry. Who did that to him? Who is responsible for driving him to the point of suicide? If I lost Malfoy, there would be nothing more for me to live for. He was in my thoughts, my life, and in my very breath. He gave me a challenge to live up to, and a reason to hold onto my own problems I faced everyday. With the war beginning to fire up, it was time for everyone to choose where they stood and who's side they belonged on. Of course, I was forced to lead the "good side" while Voldemort led the other. I sighed. I bet Malfoy fully belonged to the bad side now, whether it was his choice or not. Maybe that's why he wanted death: because he didn't want to be like his father. Ha I doubt it. And besides what makes me think that I know so much about him suddenly? I don't. I don't know who Malfoy is or what he wants. All I know is that I want to help him. Why do you ask? Well I haven't quite figured that out yet. Maybe it's because he's my equal, whether either of us will admit it or not.
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"It's a damn cold night,
Trying to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you."
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I sat down on the rock along the beach of the lake and looked out upon the waters. The full moon shone down on the lake and bathed the area in soft moonlight. I often liked coming out here to think. It was very calming and relaxing, and not to mention the privacy. I didn't have to put up with the giggly girls or the annoying others that seemed to always be around me. Now I love Ron and Hermione, but damn isn't it about time they got together?! I think it's pretty obvious that they are crushing each other...I mean they argue ALL the time and plus they're always stealing glances at each other when they think the other's not looking. How pathetic. I have told Ron countless times to just go up and ask her out, but he insists that she could never like a Weasley, and especially not him. Sometimes that kid had less brains than I ever took him for. And Hermione, oh my God. She HAS the brains and she is still too blind to see that Ron likes her in that way. Maybe if someone wrote it in one of those damn books she reads, maybe she would finally see it. I sighed again. I was having too many of my own problems with my own feelings to have to worry about them.
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"I'm looking for a place,
I'm searching for a face,
Is anybody here I know?
'Cause nothing's going right,
and everything's a mess,
and no one likes to be alone."
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Draco Malfoy. God why the hell did he fill my thoughts constantly? I had never had this CONSTANT attraction to anyone before. It was rather confusing and insanely overwhelming. I just wished I knew what in the world I was thinking when I helped him in that bathroom and when I held his hand like that. He must have thought I was mad or something. I can't explain it though. I mean I just got like this irresistible urge to touch him, and even more the incredible desire to take him into my arms and hold him for all the rest of eternity. He looked so helpless and needy that I would have done anything for him, and I still would. Malfoy was an incredible person and I know that there's more to him than he lets show. I just know it. I think he puts on his act in front of people and lets go of the cover when he is alone, and I think that I happened to catch him at one of those times. And oh how I thank God that I did. It let me see the Slytherin in a whole new light and it allowed me to see him as a real human being, and not just some slimy git that lived to make other people's lives miserable. Malfoy really was human, and he was just like me. Draco Malfoy was just like me.
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"Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?"
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It's too bad he could never feel the way I do. I guess things will never go the way I want. It's been like that my whole life though, hasn't it? Nothing ever goes the way I want. I mean even when I was a baby, Voldemort had to come and rip away all I had. My parents gave their lives to save me, and I can never repay them such a debt. How different my life would be if I could see them again. And now just last year, the only father I really ever had, had to be torn away from me roughly and I was left alone. Sirius Black was all I had left that I would even consider family, but I guess Voldemort thought that was too much for me to have or something. I could never have what Voldemort didn't. He would become jealous and take whatever it was away from me. In conclusion, I have decided that I cannot love anyone nor can anyone love me because all that will happen is they will be taken away, just like everyone else. Maybe I wasn't meant to be with anyone; maybe I was meant to be alone. I looked down at my hands and began to feel the tears forming in my eyes. I tried to swallow them back, but they began flowing down my cheeks anyway. What was the use in fighting them anymore? I have fought back the tears for too long, and I have hid my feelings for too long.
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"It's a damn cold night,
Trying to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you."
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If I hadn't been so consumed within my tears, I might have heard Malfoy's light footprints as he approached me on the rock. He reaches out and laid his hand softly on my shoulder. I turned around startled and met eyes with the blonde. He blinked softly and was looking at me with a mix of nervousness and concern. He took his hand off of me quickly as if I had stung him or something.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" I asked with a softer tone than I meant to put out.
He talked softly at first, "I...I was just taking a walk. I saw you over here, and well, I dunno...I just thought I'd walk over here because well...oh what do you care?! I was taking a walk, ok? And I just happened to see you over here so I walked over! You got a problem with that, Potter?!" he finished roughly and rather loudly with his famous glare at me.
I blinked and shook my head slowly. I didn't have a problem with him coming over at all, but did he really have to yell at me like that? Especially when it was just he and I? No one was here to witness his softness besides me, and who was I going to tell anyway? I liked him like this, and I loathed when he acted like the arrogant arse he always seemed to be.
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"Oh why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind."
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He softened his face a little and bit his lip gently. He was so cute when he didn't know how to act. For a guy who always seemed to be in total control of himself, these were the times I most treasured.
"Malfoy, it's ok," I said softly. "You don't have to wear the mask around me."
"What are you talking about, Potter?!" he spat. "I don't wear any masks around anyone!"
I shook my head softly. "I don't know why you put yourself in denial all the time. Do you think I forgot about our meeting on the train? Because if that's the case, I definitely haven't, and I don't know about you, but it's been in my mind ever since."
He stared at me. Had I said something wrong? Great, now he probably really thinks I'm insane. I basically just confessed that he's filled my whole entire mind since the incidence. I sighed softly and ran my hand through my hair gently. Now what am I going to do? Should I just get up and walk away? Ha, I think my body must be glued to the spot because I can't seem to stand up and move my legs in the direction of the castle. Something brought Malfoy out to me that night, and I had to find out what it was.
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"It's a damn cold night,
Trying to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you!"
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I couldn't take the silence any longer. "Look, Malfoy, on the train, I'm sorry if I offended you or something. I was just trying to help—"
He held up his hand to silence me. I fell silent and looked at him. "I'm glad you came in when you did, Potter, believe me," he said with a small smile playing at his lips. "I guess I should pay you back for what you did for me. You showed me that I shouldn't surrender to my father or his plans for me and my mother—"he suddenly slammed his hand over his mouth and his eyes widened. "Fuck," he muttered.
I nodded softly. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. I kind of already thought it had something to do with that anyway," I added gently.
He quickly changed the subject. "So, what's the matter with you?" he asked gently. "I thought you had the perfect life, Potter," he said smirking.
I chuckled softly and shook my head. "Not in a million years, Malfoy. No really, I'm fine, though. It was just one of those moments, you know when you feel like no one cares for you in the whole world," I said, my voice shaking.
He nodded in understanding. "Yep, I know exactly what you're talking about. I get that feeling all the time," he said matter-of-factly.
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"Take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you!"
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We sat like that in silence for a while, when I felt a hand crawl up my back. I tensed up slightly, and then I turned to face him. He returned the gaze and his hand reached up to the back of my neck. He suddenly began to pull me towards him with his hand behind my neck and he met his lips with mine. I was shocked at first, but then I became lost within the kiss. He put his other hand on my cheek and turned his whole body towards the side of mine. He pulled me in closer to deepen the kiss. He ran his hand through my hair and ran his tongue over my bottom lip. I moaned softly and ran my hands through his hair, holding onto it lightly. My hands were gripping his head through his hair in a constant entanglement, as I let my lips break apart slightly, allowing him entry, which he immediately took and thrust his tongue into my mouth. He seemed to be searching every part of my mouth, as if on a mission. I was getting rather antsy and feeling a little aroused, so I pushed my tongue against his as I heard a soft moan escape from his slightly parted lips. His hands found my shoulders and he held onto me desperately and kissed me passionately. We broke apart slowly, and I found myself staring curiously at the boy who had just kissed me like no one ever had before.
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"Take me by the hand,
take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are,
But I...I'm with you,
I'm with you,
I'm with you..."
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a/n: oooo!! squeal! ahh I liked the ending ;) it went a little different than I was planning but hell it worked out good I think!! What did you think? I've never really done any heated kissings or anything more than that for that matter, so later when it may get smutty (of course it will) I don't know how good I'll be but I guess we'll see!! Hope you enjoyed it!! Just a little appetizer for the times to come!! I have lots of ideas for the future, including Lucius, Voldemort, and Ron and Hermione, and of course Harry/Draco !! Hope to receive lots of reviews!! :D
Love you all,
Pat