-Cell Mates-
Chapter 4 ~Astrological Happenings.
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Disclaimer: I only own the plot, but with permission from J.K. I'd take Draco any day.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took longer to be updating. I was procrastinating and such. I get lazy sometimes. Anyway here it is. . .Reviewer thank us will most likely be at the bottom again, unless I run out of time.
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::::Flashback:::: She heaved herself off the floor and started to dust the remaining ash over her purple robes. All of a sudden she felt a great force come at her and sweep her back down on the floor. Her eyes close with a thud, as she hit the ground hard. . .
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Hermione's eyes were still closed as she felt a heavy weight atop of her. She didn't dare open her eyes, probably because the pounding in her head wouldn't let her. Whatever toppled her was now breathing, a raspy breath in her ear. She hoped it would stop, because whatever it was, needed a Tic Tac. She waited a moment, then got curious and opened her eyes, to view her attacker.
"Draco!" she yelped in surprise. On top of her lay her attractive gray-eyed friend, whose face displayed a mixture of both amusement and confusion. Hermione was shocked, but realized she shouldn't be on account of. . .well he WAS supposed to be coming out of the same fireplace anyway. It would only make sense. She remembered to thank the Lord that it wasn't Fudge sprawled on top of her.
Draco smirked sheepishly. She noted that he smirked a lot, didn't he ever smile genuinely? Hermione concluded that it was beside the point; as she listened to Draco speak. "Whoa. Sorry, there Hermione, damn floo powder". He attempted to shake the dust from his gelled silvery hair.
"Merlin's Magic Mint?" she offered. He really did need to do something about that breath problem. He accepted the mint, and ate it. Which was probably for is own good. Hermione would never admit it aloud, but she didn't really mind the predicament she was in. . .kinda liked it. "SHUT UP" she said, for even thinking something like that. She did not realizing she had spoken that aloud.
"I didn't say anything, Psychopath!" Draco said, taken aback. Hermione looked around but couldn't find away she could explain this outburst without spilling her truly appalling thoughts. He would never know she thought them. That was a promise.
"Humm" she said "Well maybe I had Tarrets before I lost my memory" she shrugged, and before Draco had time to reply Cornelius Fudge appeared in the fire. Hermione jumped, as Fudge appeared, landing with a bit more grace then the two still in the same position, on the floor.
He awkwardly stared at their. . .situation. "Would you MIND?" he said bitterly as he headed for the door. Under his breath he muttered "Get a room". This awoke the two to realize that Draco was still on top of Hermione, and it looked very odd. Draco quickly jumped up, giving his hand to Hermione to help her. "That Prat!" Draco snarled, referring to Fudge.
The two caught up with the flustered Minister, who was to give them their room assignments at this St.Mungo's place. "Mr.Malfoy, you will be in room 234. And you Miss. Granger, will be in room 318." They both nodded, then parted their ways. "See you around." Hermione whispered. Draco however, did not answer back, for he was busy denying himself, that he had feelings for Hermione Granger.
Hermione tried not to be bothered that Draco walked away in silence. It was better that way. Her life's already bad enough, men would just make it worse.
**You love Draco Malfoy, you think he's hott stuff** said a voice in her head, egging her on, so that she wanted to kill whatever that voice was.
**You wanna marry him, and have itsy bitsy lil Malfoys**the voice chanted.
"I DO NOT!" she said loudly, shocking herself. Several people turned, thinking Hermione was talking to herself. **You'll have a white picket fence, and a golden retriever** continued the voice.
'I don't even like Golden retrievers!' she replied to the voice, quietly so that nobody would hear.
**A rotweiler then?**
She tuned out all the damned voices ringing in her head, and playing with her emotions. As she walked down the 300 wing, in search of her room, there was no doubt most of the memory impaired were located here. There was a gray haired man, with a potbelly, inquiring as to what color his hair was. He must've had it bad.
There was also another strange looking woman who was wearing a gray flowing dress, and her graying-brown hair was up in a messy bun. She was running around observing everything, and singing "Oh Canada" most likely unaware that she was in England. She sighed, and decided to keep moving. As she was walking she must have spaced out.
She seemed to know where she was going, but was in a different world. She passed by a lobby in the 300 wing, where that crazy "Oh Canada" lady was now frolicking about. Hermione kept a steady pace until she felt another force knock the wind out of her. She looked up from the floor, to see the wacky looking lady standing over her. [At least she stopped singing!] Thought Hermione. The woman was now apologizing profusely. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry!" she said in a wispy voice.
Hermione struggled to get up, and the woman helped her. [Wow. this place is unlucky, I've been knocked over twice in the first 20 minutes here] she thought glumly. "I'm Hermione" she offered her hand to shake it. The woman looked confused and apparently did not know her name.
All of a sudden the woman started shaking, trembling slightly. At first Hermione thought she was going to burst out into another international song, she however realized it was more serious than that, led the woman to a corner to sit down. "Ma'am are you okay?"
The woman didn't answer, but her expression became distant. Her greenish eyes got wider, and she swayed back and forth. Hermione was officially scared. When the woman spoke up, her voice was as distant as her expression.
"A long time ago. . .there was a prophecy. A prophecy of love.
Many have searched, but it is only found with in two hearts.
My child, the one is not far away. To unlock the prophecy,
Only by true, genuine love, can the prophecy be revealed."
She trembled again, and Hermione sat on the opposite bench, her eyes wide with shock and a bit of fear. The woman continued.
"This love, is in your future. This love is part of your life.
You will overcome difficult times, and hardships.
But In the end love conquers all, as good conquers evil.
I warn you, my child, there will be dangers,
And you will have to overcome.
But never stop following your heart.
For fate works in mysterious ways,
And nothing we can do, can put a rift in its path."
The older woman trembled again, but this time did not continue. Her expression became softer, and less intense, and her eyes followed soon after. Hermione didn't know how to react. The woman sounded like a talking horoscope! She never even met her, and she was telling of a prophecy! Involving her! Prophecies of Love! Ridiculous!
She sat in the cushioned seat, baffled, as the mystical looking woman started to hum "Oh Canada" again, and showed no interest in talking to Hermione after. Soon two medi-witches came to her. "Mrs. Trelawney! How did you get out again! " she grabbed the woman's arm and turned to the red haired medi-witch next to her. "I thought you magicked her door shut!?!?"
The other one looked embarrassed, "I was. . .erm. . .well. . ." she tired to think of an excuse. And the other just huffily walked away. Hermione turned to the red haired witch "Its okay. I'm Hermione Granger."
The red haired witch's eyes bugged in a similar fashion to Trelawney. "Oh my God! Hermione! I'm Ginny Weasley! Do you remember? Ron's sister?"
The name did ring a bell, but Hermione shrugged helplessly and replied "Memory therapy"
"Really?" Ginny questioned "what happened?" she quickly realized that Hermione had no memory, and couldn't remember what happened so said "Oh right."
Hermione just giggled. "So you were responsible for letting that mad Canadian imposter loose?"
"Well I was with my boyfriend, Seamus, and we got erm. . .carried away." Ginny blushed furiously as Hermione reassured her it was no big deal. "What room are you supposed to be in?" Ginny questioned
"318"
Ginny checked a schedule that she had attached to a clipboard. "Not anymore. Room change, there was an accident in there before. Report to the 200 wing, and somebody will direct you from there."
Hermione smiled and spoke genuinely, "Thanks, Ginny. I am sorry I don't remember you."
Ginny nodded. "I understand. Bye 'Mione" she said quietly, as she suddenly had a pang of nostalgia for the good old days at Hogwarts.
Hermione made her way down the stairs, to the floor in which the 200 wing was located. She bustled around looking for somebody to ask. There was so much on her mind. First that psycho prophesy thing, and then meeting up with somebody she apparently knew from her old life? Thoughts swirled around in her mind. BINGO! She spotted a plump looking medi-witch. "Excuse me, do you think you can direct me to where I am supposed to go?"
"Name?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Room 234"
She walked away, still thinking about the supposed "prophecy". . .she couldn't get the words out of her head. "For fate works in mysterious ways, And nothing we can do, can put a rift in its path." She mumbled to herself, as she searched the door numbers for 234. [Fate. Yeah. I've only had a memory for a couple days, but I don't believe this. Or do I?] she mused this over to herself, as she found the door and opened it.
"DRACO!" she practically had a heart attack when she saw the Draco Malfoy sitting on the bed reading a magazine. He had taken off his robes and was now wearing a white muscle shirt and a pair of black jeans. He looked up abruptly and smiled. A real smile, at the sight of Hermione.
"Hermione?!?" he questioned. "Missed me so much you had to visit?"
"No, I got switched into this room, or something." Hermione pushed him off the bed, and he landed with a thump on the floor. She looked at him sprawled over hiding back a fit of laughter. "I'll get you Granger."
"Not if I can help it, Malfoy" she spat in a good imitation of him.
"Mocking me, are we?"
"Yes."
Draco got up and pulled her off the bed too. "How immature!" Hermione huffed.
"Don't look at me! You're the one who started it." Draco protested. Hermione, realizing that it was true, stopped arguing the case and changed the subject. "You wanna play Exploding Snaps with me?"
He eyed her, inquisitively and eventually agreed. It looks like they were Cell Mates again.
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A cold shrill voice sounded in the darkness of the study room. "Servant. " it demanded. A small, man wobbled over to the area where the voice had sounded.
"Yes Master."
"Inform me, humble servant, how is the plan going?"
"Plan?" the servant replied.
"Yes Dimwit!" the cold voice replied impatiently. "The one YOU made up, claiming it would work!"
"Oh, oh right. Sorry my Lord." He stuttered "Well, good news, Potter is dead, so he will not foil our plans anymore! The memory charm plus the imperious worked like magic, master."
The voice laughed, a high-pitched laugh, which sounded nothing short of pure evil. "Good. Good. You shall be rewarded. What about the young Malfoy?"
"I put him under the imperious, the night he tried to break into Dumbledore's office. He should still be under the curse. I highly doubt he'll be questioning whether to join us anymore." Replied the short man, quite wimpy looking, to be honest.
"Do you know their where. . .about. . .s, WormtaiL?" the voice drawled on, in its same shrill tone.
"N. . no, Master."
"NO?!" the shriller of the voices retorted "I am disappointed. Severely. I trusted you to keep an eye on this case. Do NOT let this get out of hand, or you will be punished!"
The wimpy looking man, shrunk back into the shadows, in all his wimpy glory. "I. . . I am sorry, Master. I'll get to it right away. Trust me, you will gain ultimate power. . ."
"I better." The voice replied threateningly.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort" he replied faintly as he walked away, hanging his head in shame.
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Author's Note: Okay! There it was, Chapter 4. I thought it would be shorter than his, but it turned out to be pretty long and a lot of important information was revealed I guess. Great. Remember to review, and try not to flame me. Thank u. Read on for the Chapter Teasers, Reviews and Fanfiction of the Chapter.
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Chapter Teasers
~What valuable information does Wormtail find out for Voldemort? ~ Memories will eventually come back ~ Secrets spilled out ~and the wonders of Memory Therapy ~ plus more Draco/Herms fluff and angst. ~ And the Grim Reaper throws the biggest new years eve party of the century! Don't miss it! =)
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GOAL: 25-30 REVIEWS. (Make me proud guys.)
Fanfiction of the Chapter. MARRY OR DIE by smashing sugar. It is rated R for various reasons, so if you aren't fond of intimate scenes u can just scroll past it. If you'd like to read Marry or Die please go to ?storyid=1533171 .
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REVIEWER THANK YOUS!
Dangelu - Hey denise, don't u dare call me fammy! LoL, and since when was the tripping thing your idea? Was it? I agree, Draco is hott. Glad you love the story!
Assasinatorgirl- hey! Yah draco/mione are a great couple, hence the reason I am writing a fic on them!!! Ttyl
Kngtzgrl- glad you want more! I hope that was enough for you.
Paws -thanks! Hope u review again.
Captain Oblivious - I updated again. No shit, right? Hehe. Glad u think its great. **beams at compliment**
Amanda- Glad you loved chapter 3, hope u can cherish chapter 4 as well. BULLSHIT!!! Fun game.
UNTIL NEXT TIME!!
XOXO,
JAYE
Chapter 4 ~Astrological Happenings.
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Disclaimer: I only own the plot, but with permission from J.K. I'd take Draco any day.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took longer to be updating. I was procrastinating and such. I get lazy sometimes. Anyway here it is. . .Reviewer thank us will most likely be at the bottom again, unless I run out of time.
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::::Flashback:::: She heaved herself off the floor and started to dust the remaining ash over her purple robes. All of a sudden she felt a great force come at her and sweep her back down on the floor. Her eyes close with a thud, as she hit the ground hard. . .
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Hermione's eyes were still closed as she felt a heavy weight atop of her. She didn't dare open her eyes, probably because the pounding in her head wouldn't let her. Whatever toppled her was now breathing, a raspy breath in her ear. She hoped it would stop, because whatever it was, needed a Tic Tac. She waited a moment, then got curious and opened her eyes, to view her attacker.
"Draco!" she yelped in surprise. On top of her lay her attractive gray-eyed friend, whose face displayed a mixture of both amusement and confusion. Hermione was shocked, but realized she shouldn't be on account of. . .well he WAS supposed to be coming out of the same fireplace anyway. It would only make sense. She remembered to thank the Lord that it wasn't Fudge sprawled on top of her.
Draco smirked sheepishly. She noted that he smirked a lot, didn't he ever smile genuinely? Hermione concluded that it was beside the point; as she listened to Draco speak. "Whoa. Sorry, there Hermione, damn floo powder". He attempted to shake the dust from his gelled silvery hair.
"Merlin's Magic Mint?" she offered. He really did need to do something about that breath problem. He accepted the mint, and ate it. Which was probably for is own good. Hermione would never admit it aloud, but she didn't really mind the predicament she was in. . .kinda liked it. "SHUT UP" she said, for even thinking something like that. She did not realizing she had spoken that aloud.
"I didn't say anything, Psychopath!" Draco said, taken aback. Hermione looked around but couldn't find away she could explain this outburst without spilling her truly appalling thoughts. He would never know she thought them. That was a promise.
"Humm" she said "Well maybe I had Tarrets before I lost my memory" she shrugged, and before Draco had time to reply Cornelius Fudge appeared in the fire. Hermione jumped, as Fudge appeared, landing with a bit more grace then the two still in the same position, on the floor.
He awkwardly stared at their. . .situation. "Would you MIND?" he said bitterly as he headed for the door. Under his breath he muttered "Get a room". This awoke the two to realize that Draco was still on top of Hermione, and it looked very odd. Draco quickly jumped up, giving his hand to Hermione to help her. "That Prat!" Draco snarled, referring to Fudge.
The two caught up with the flustered Minister, who was to give them their room assignments at this St.Mungo's place. "Mr.Malfoy, you will be in room 234. And you Miss. Granger, will be in room 318." They both nodded, then parted their ways. "See you around." Hermione whispered. Draco however, did not answer back, for he was busy denying himself, that he had feelings for Hermione Granger.
Hermione tried not to be bothered that Draco walked away in silence. It was better that way. Her life's already bad enough, men would just make it worse.
**You love Draco Malfoy, you think he's hott stuff** said a voice in her head, egging her on, so that she wanted to kill whatever that voice was.
**You wanna marry him, and have itsy bitsy lil Malfoys**the voice chanted.
"I DO NOT!" she said loudly, shocking herself. Several people turned, thinking Hermione was talking to herself. **You'll have a white picket fence, and a golden retriever** continued the voice.
'I don't even like Golden retrievers!' she replied to the voice, quietly so that nobody would hear.
**A rotweiler then?**
She tuned out all the damned voices ringing in her head, and playing with her emotions. As she walked down the 300 wing, in search of her room, there was no doubt most of the memory impaired were located here. There was a gray haired man, with a potbelly, inquiring as to what color his hair was. He must've had it bad.
There was also another strange looking woman who was wearing a gray flowing dress, and her graying-brown hair was up in a messy bun. She was running around observing everything, and singing "Oh Canada" most likely unaware that she was in England. She sighed, and decided to keep moving. As she was walking she must have spaced out.
She seemed to know where she was going, but was in a different world. She passed by a lobby in the 300 wing, where that crazy "Oh Canada" lady was now frolicking about. Hermione kept a steady pace until she felt another force knock the wind out of her. She looked up from the floor, to see the wacky looking lady standing over her. [At least she stopped singing!] Thought Hermione. The woman was now apologizing profusely. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry!" she said in a wispy voice.
Hermione struggled to get up, and the woman helped her. [Wow. this place is unlucky, I've been knocked over twice in the first 20 minutes here] she thought glumly. "I'm Hermione" she offered her hand to shake it. The woman looked confused and apparently did not know her name.
All of a sudden the woman started shaking, trembling slightly. At first Hermione thought she was going to burst out into another international song, she however realized it was more serious than that, led the woman to a corner to sit down. "Ma'am are you okay?"
The woman didn't answer, but her expression became distant. Her greenish eyes got wider, and she swayed back and forth. Hermione was officially scared. When the woman spoke up, her voice was as distant as her expression.
"A long time ago. . .there was a prophecy. A prophecy of love.
Many have searched, but it is only found with in two hearts.
My child, the one is not far away. To unlock the prophecy,
Only by true, genuine love, can the prophecy be revealed."
She trembled again, and Hermione sat on the opposite bench, her eyes wide with shock and a bit of fear. The woman continued.
"This love, is in your future. This love is part of your life.
You will overcome difficult times, and hardships.
But In the end love conquers all, as good conquers evil.
I warn you, my child, there will be dangers,
And you will have to overcome.
But never stop following your heart.
For fate works in mysterious ways,
And nothing we can do, can put a rift in its path."
The older woman trembled again, but this time did not continue. Her expression became softer, and less intense, and her eyes followed soon after. Hermione didn't know how to react. The woman sounded like a talking horoscope! She never even met her, and she was telling of a prophecy! Involving her! Prophecies of Love! Ridiculous!
She sat in the cushioned seat, baffled, as the mystical looking woman started to hum "Oh Canada" again, and showed no interest in talking to Hermione after. Soon two medi-witches came to her. "Mrs. Trelawney! How did you get out again! " she grabbed the woman's arm and turned to the red haired medi-witch next to her. "I thought you magicked her door shut!?!?"
The other one looked embarrassed, "I was. . .erm. . .well. . ." she tired to think of an excuse. And the other just huffily walked away. Hermione turned to the red haired witch "Its okay. I'm Hermione Granger."
The red haired witch's eyes bugged in a similar fashion to Trelawney. "Oh my God! Hermione! I'm Ginny Weasley! Do you remember? Ron's sister?"
The name did ring a bell, but Hermione shrugged helplessly and replied "Memory therapy"
"Really?" Ginny questioned "what happened?" she quickly realized that Hermione had no memory, and couldn't remember what happened so said "Oh right."
Hermione just giggled. "So you were responsible for letting that mad Canadian imposter loose?"
"Well I was with my boyfriend, Seamus, and we got erm. . .carried away." Ginny blushed furiously as Hermione reassured her it was no big deal. "What room are you supposed to be in?" Ginny questioned
"318"
Ginny checked a schedule that she had attached to a clipboard. "Not anymore. Room change, there was an accident in there before. Report to the 200 wing, and somebody will direct you from there."
Hermione smiled and spoke genuinely, "Thanks, Ginny. I am sorry I don't remember you."
Ginny nodded. "I understand. Bye 'Mione" she said quietly, as she suddenly had a pang of nostalgia for the good old days at Hogwarts.
Hermione made her way down the stairs, to the floor in which the 200 wing was located. She bustled around looking for somebody to ask. There was so much on her mind. First that psycho prophesy thing, and then meeting up with somebody she apparently knew from her old life? Thoughts swirled around in her mind. BINGO! She spotted a plump looking medi-witch. "Excuse me, do you think you can direct me to where I am supposed to go?"
"Name?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Room 234"
She walked away, still thinking about the supposed "prophecy". . .she couldn't get the words out of her head. "For fate works in mysterious ways, And nothing we can do, can put a rift in its path." She mumbled to herself, as she searched the door numbers for 234. [Fate. Yeah. I've only had a memory for a couple days, but I don't believe this. Or do I?] she mused this over to herself, as she found the door and opened it.
"DRACO!" she practically had a heart attack when she saw the Draco Malfoy sitting on the bed reading a magazine. He had taken off his robes and was now wearing a white muscle shirt and a pair of black jeans. He looked up abruptly and smiled. A real smile, at the sight of Hermione.
"Hermione?!?" he questioned. "Missed me so much you had to visit?"
"No, I got switched into this room, or something." Hermione pushed him off the bed, and he landed with a thump on the floor. She looked at him sprawled over hiding back a fit of laughter. "I'll get you Granger."
"Not if I can help it, Malfoy" she spat in a good imitation of him.
"Mocking me, are we?"
"Yes."
Draco got up and pulled her off the bed too. "How immature!" Hermione huffed.
"Don't look at me! You're the one who started it." Draco protested. Hermione, realizing that it was true, stopped arguing the case and changed the subject. "You wanna play Exploding Snaps with me?"
He eyed her, inquisitively and eventually agreed. It looks like they were Cell Mates again.
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A cold shrill voice sounded in the darkness of the study room. "Servant. " it demanded. A small, man wobbled over to the area where the voice had sounded.
"Yes Master."
"Inform me, humble servant, how is the plan going?"
"Plan?" the servant replied.
"Yes Dimwit!" the cold voice replied impatiently. "The one YOU made up, claiming it would work!"
"Oh, oh right. Sorry my Lord." He stuttered "Well, good news, Potter is dead, so he will not foil our plans anymore! The memory charm plus the imperious worked like magic, master."
The voice laughed, a high-pitched laugh, which sounded nothing short of pure evil. "Good. Good. You shall be rewarded. What about the young Malfoy?"
"I put him under the imperious, the night he tried to break into Dumbledore's office. He should still be under the curse. I highly doubt he'll be questioning whether to join us anymore." Replied the short man, quite wimpy looking, to be honest.
"Do you know their where. . .about. . .s, WormtaiL?" the voice drawled on, in its same shrill tone.
"N. . no, Master."
"NO?!" the shriller of the voices retorted "I am disappointed. Severely. I trusted you to keep an eye on this case. Do NOT let this get out of hand, or you will be punished!"
The wimpy looking man, shrunk back into the shadows, in all his wimpy glory. "I. . . I am sorry, Master. I'll get to it right away. Trust me, you will gain ultimate power. . ."
"I better." The voice replied threateningly.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort" he replied faintly as he walked away, hanging his head in shame.
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Author's Note: Okay! There it was, Chapter 4. I thought it would be shorter than his, but it turned out to be pretty long and a lot of important information was revealed I guess. Great. Remember to review, and try not to flame me. Thank u. Read on for the Chapter Teasers, Reviews and Fanfiction of the Chapter.
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Chapter Teasers
~What valuable information does Wormtail find out for Voldemort? ~ Memories will eventually come back ~ Secrets spilled out ~and the wonders of Memory Therapy ~ plus more Draco/Herms fluff and angst. ~ And the Grim Reaper throws the biggest new years eve party of the century! Don't miss it! =)
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GOAL: 25-30 REVIEWS. (Make me proud guys.)
Fanfiction of the Chapter. MARRY OR DIE by smashing sugar. It is rated R for various reasons, so if you aren't fond of intimate scenes u can just scroll past it. If you'd like to read Marry or Die please go to ?storyid=1533171 .
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REVIEWER THANK YOUS!
Dangelu - Hey denise, don't u dare call me fammy! LoL, and since when was the tripping thing your idea? Was it? I agree, Draco is hott. Glad you love the story!
Assasinatorgirl- hey! Yah draco/mione are a great couple, hence the reason I am writing a fic on them!!! Ttyl
Kngtzgrl- glad you want more! I hope that was enough for you.
Paws -thanks! Hope u review again.
Captain Oblivious - I updated again. No shit, right? Hehe. Glad u think its great. **beams at compliment**
Amanda- Glad you loved chapter 3, hope u can cherish chapter 4 as well. BULLSHIT!!! Fun game.
UNTIL NEXT TIME!!
XOXO,
JAYE