Chapter Two
"Princess?" Ginny heard him beckon from the doorway of their kitchen.
She knew why he was here; to redeem himself of previous events. Ginny plastered a fake smile on her face and turned to him, and away from his already cooked breakfast.
"Here Princess....look...about last night...you know you shouldn't make me so angry..." he trailed off. Ginny nodded and accepted the wrapped box and flowers.
"Thank you." Ginny said in what she hoped was a cheerful voice.
"Open it Princess....open it." He urged her as he sat down at the table watching her every move. He was always watching her, never letting her out of his sight for too long.
Ginny placed the flowers on the counter and opened the present. Inside the clothing sized box, was a red satin night gown. She gulped nervously. He would want her to wear this tonight....to have sex with him.
"Do you like it Princess?" He asked. Ginny re-plastered the fake smile and turned to him nodding. "Good. Now go get my mail." He ordered her.
Ginny pulled the letters off the window's edge and handed them directly to her husband, not even glancing at them.
"Sit." He commanded. She sat down in front of him faintly smiling. He flipped threw the mail stopping abruptly at one letter, and tearing it open.
"OH MY! I WON!" He yelled, standing up and knocking her kitchen table over. Ginny looked at him puzzled.
"Princess! I WON! I won the Chudley Cannons sweepstake; Ride with Chudley!" he said excited. Slowly the smile left his face as he read on.
"It says that you can't come....that this invitation is only valid for one....." He got an angry look on his face and scowled at her.
"If I am to go, I have to leave now." Ginny made her eyes tear up like she had practiced and began to cry.
"You want to leave me?" She sobbed. "I would never leave you but you want t- to leave me!" He smiled and looked at her.
"Oi, Princess. I am not leaving and I KNOW you aren't....but you know....this is your entire fault you bitch!" He suddenly punched her in the face.
"YOU better NOT leave this house....or else!" he growled out, sitting on her stomach and punching her face.
After a few minutes he stopped and got up, dusting off his robes. He held out a hand for Ginny; which she took non-hesitantly. She walked into their bedroom not phased by the beating. Everything was going as planned.
Ginny walked into the bathroom and washed her bloody face before continuing with her work; slowly packing his bags while adding a nice whimpering. She could feel his harsh eyes upon her, raking over her body. Ginny kissed all of his clothes as she placed them carefully into the traveling suitcase.
His footsteps could be heard entering the room.
"Princess?" He asked in what some would call a kind voice, but she knew better. It curdled her gut the way he acted. 'Princess this...' 'Princess that...' every time He called her princess, it made her sick. She was treated anything from the part.
She turned and faced him.
"Maybe....we could try this before I left...." Ginny looked into his hand which was clutching the red night thing.
"I can't." She whispered. He visibility angered and nearly punched her there.
"AND WHY CANT YOU!?" He roared.
"My love, I am with child." She lied again. His anger melted away and a sickening smile crept on his face.
"Is it true?" He whispered dropping the satin to place his hand on her lower stomach.
"Oh I am sure of it." Ginny smiled and tried to look happy. "If it's a boy, I want to name him after you." She lied again. She knew she wasn't with child. She had been poisoning her womb with witching poison since he decided what was going to be done at night.
"Yes and what if it is a girl?" He beamed.
"I don't care what we name her, as long as you are here....with me." She told him. He smiled broadly and stood straighter, taking his hand off of her; to her relief.
He bent over and kissed her cheek while grabbing his suitcase.
"You take care of my child; I will be coming back tomorrow Princess. Don't leave the house and don't mail anyone until I return. Do I make myself clear?" he sneered.
Ginny nodded and rubbed her stomach in what one perceived a loving way. He tied his bag on the back of his broom and opened a window flying out, and not looking back.
Ginny wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and immediately ran into the bathroom, gently pulled the vent off of the air escape. Slowly she pulled out Harry's Firebolt that she told him she needed, due to an emergency. Harry sent it to her enjoyment. Ginny then threw off all her clothes and grabbed her hidden stash of clothes.
In her bag of hidden clothes were her favorite underwear that He had hated, a Weasley jumper that He had also hated, her favorite skirt that he had ripped and she had repaired, and a bra. He didn't like her to wear bras. After putting on all of her clothes, she took out her big cloak that's hood hid her bruised face.
She pulled out ten galleons and four knuts, placing them into her pocket, and mounted the broom.
Ginny flew until she saw she was nearing the streets of muggle's London. She came to a stop near London and walked the streets until she saw the Leaky Caldron. She had to hurry. He would find out that the letter was a fraud and find her...punish her.
Ginny walked into the leaky Caldron and heaved a sigh of relief, holding Harry's broom a little closer. She was half way saved. All she needed to do was go to Gringots and get money to leave. She made her way for the bar, tugging the hood to hide her face.
"What it'll be Miss?" Tom the bar keeps asked.
"A shot of firehouse whiskey please Tom, if you don't mind." Ginny told him.
"How old are ya?" He inquired.
"I am twenty two Sir." Ginny answered. Tom gave her hooded and darkened face a look.
"Lower you hood Miss." Tom ordered.
"Come here, closer Tom." Ginny told him. The bar keeper faced her and Ginny motioned for him to lean in, and so he did.
"Swear on your life that you will not speak that I was here...by wizards bond?" Ginny asked extending her right bruised hand. Tom reluctantly took her hand and shook it firmly. Ginny lowered her hood slightly so that light entered her face, but only so that Tom saw her.
"Do I look old enough Sir?" Ginny asked politely pulling her hood back to her face. Tom nodded and placed a shot glass along with a large glass gallon of whiskey in front of her.
"Good Merlin child. Anyone with that would be for me. It's on the house...." Tom leaned in with a concerned face. "Ms. Weasley." He barely whispered.
"Bless you Tom, but I only need a few shots and I will be on my way...." Ginny poured a shot and drank it quickly along with three others. Once the pain in her face was dimmed slightly
Ginny stood from the bar and watched at Tom gave her a weak smile.
"Run child." He mouthed to her. Ginny placed two galleons on the bar and made for her leave.
Ginny exited threw the back of the Leaky Caldron to enter into Diagon Alley. She went to pull out her wand, only to find two broken pieces in her pocket.
'OH SHIT!' Ginny's mind yelled. She pulled off her hood and gazed at the broken pieces in her hand. She angrily shoved them into her pocket, and then ripped her hair down from its pony tail. Ginny kicked the wall angrily and stomped her feet. She would have to go back....to him.
"Red hair...temperamental...." an amused voice of a man said. Ginny stiffened at the sound of his voice, how he drawled out red. Only one person could say it like that.
"You must be a Weasley." He said evenly. Ginny kept her back to him not wanting him to see her bruised face.
"Cold voice, immature, you must be Draco Malfoy." Ginny spat while pulling her hood back up before turning to face him.
"Why are you hiding from me little Weaselette?" Draco asked her.
"Malfoy, would you please open the entrance." Ginny gestured towards the stone brick wall, and watched as Draco's eyebrow rose.
"Why don't you just open it?" Draco inquired with a smug look upon his face.
"My wand is....broken." Ginny told him pulling out her broken pieces of wand. Draco looked at them and laughed.
"How did you manage that one? You know what I don't care. Move." Draco spat pushing Ginny out of the way.
"Ouch!" Ginny hissed as he pushed her on her bruised upper arm.
"Ouch?" Draco turned towards her and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean....Ouch? I barely pushed you...." Draco, in one swift moment tore her hood off of her head and looked upon her battered face. "DAMN Weasley! What happened to you!?" Draco nearly yelled.
Ginny shot him an evil look and pulled her hood back over her face.
"I fell. I fell far down some stairs," she lied.
"You fell down stairs my arse Weaselette." Draco said in disgust. "I suppose he tells you it's your fault as well? Damn Weasley."
A sudden burst of pain flashed threw her left hand and up her body. Ginny fell on the ground crumpling into a ball, shaking from the pain.
"WEASLEY!" Draco yelled.
"Get-off-!" Ginny yelled while her body shook with pain from the Crucio Curse. She lifted her left arm and held it up to Draco.
Draco looked down at her hand, only seeing her wedding band.
"What Weasley..."
"GET IT OFF!" Ginny screamed. Draco whipped out his wand quickly and pointed it at her hand.
"DON'T MOVE! Diffindo!" Draco yelled. A light blue mist came from the end of his wand, circling her ring and then splitting it in two. "Ginevra?" Draco asked. Ginny stiffened at her full name.
"It's Ginny." She told him quietly.
"Are you ok?" Draco asked extending a hand to help her up. She nodded and slowly pulled up from his hand. Her legs ached and were weak and slowly she slid onto Draco wrapping her arms on his.
"Sorry..." Ginny wheezed trying to stand up on her own. Draco held her forearm firmly as he opened the back door to the Leaky Caldron, pulling her hood back over her head.
"It's no big deal." He answered as he led her inside. Ginny made an 'o' sound as she gently slide down, nearing the floor. Draco picked her up in his arms holding her firmly.
"Tom, I need some floo powder please." Draco told him. Tom fearfully handed Draco a bag full in exchange for a few sickles.
Draco threw the entire bag into the leaky caldrons fireplace, holding Ginny tightly in his arms and said, "MALFOY PALACE!"
Draco felt the tug of the floo network, and then his feet firmly land on the ground at Malfoy Palace. He stepped out of the fire and into a study lounge, Ginny still held in his strong arms.
"Marie." Draco calmly said aloud. A shuttering house elf appeared before him in an instant. "I need a guest room cleaned on floor five, wing C, preferably a woman's room, and now."
The elf disappeared and Draco laid Ginny's unconscious outline on a leather chaise lounge chair. Slowly he removed her dark cloak to reveal her long red hair in a tangled nest, a split lip, black-and-blue eye, swollen jaw, and an open cut running along her hairline. Draco's anger flared as he clenched his fists, looking at her beaten face.
He looked at her sternly and bent over running one finger in her hair, pulling it from beneath her head. Her hair was long enough for her to sit on and tangled enough that it would take a good hour to untangle.
"M-master...t-the room is r-ready...sir..." Marie the house elf said from the open study door. Draco sneered at her and narrowed his eyes standing.
"This room is filthy you stupid creature! THESE FLOORS ARE FILTHY! THIS DESK AND CHAIR ARE DUSTY, FILLED WITH FILTH! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO FILTHY!? I'll tell you why you bloody git. It's filthy because no one was here to watch over your stupid arse and to tell you and your little friends what to do.
"So now that a commanding Malfoy is back, let me tell you something, if this place, doesn't get clean, I will be handing out clothes, and kicking you all out on your arses!!! EVERY ROOM YOU IDOT, MUST BE SPOTLESS!!!" Draco yelled at the quivering elf who squeaked as if it were in pain when he raised his voice.
Draco shot an evil glare at the elf and picked up Ginny in his arms, heading for the stairs.
"Lead the way, elf." Draco instructed unsympathetically. Draco followed down the gloomy dirty hallways and staircases, until he reached the fifth floor, C wing. Cobwebs were creeping up everywhere and the hall lights were not lit.
Draco made ticking noise at the elf at his dissatisfaction. The elf squeaked again at the sound and walked out of Draco's foot range. It stopped walking and turned into a beige room with coordinating chenille bedspread (with piping and fringe) on a queen sized bed.
"Get out." Draco told the elf. "Wait! I expect this house clean by morning. Use magic if you have to." The elf nodded and slowly backed out of the room. Draco dropped Ginny on the bed, threw her cloak on her, and closed the hangings before leaving the room, and shutting the door.
He walked past three more closed doors, and entered his room, taking a long deep breath. He was home.
A/n- Questions will and can be answered in chapter 3....give me time!!! Make sure you read my other stories!
Stealing Hearts of War, and As the Heart Lies
Loves-Kiss- Thanks luv!! My first reviewer! :) Lol, here's that second chapter!
Kitty Felton- You rock gurl! LOFF YOU! THANKS!
Dee Truelove- Snuffers AW! You're such a great reviewer! Reading ALL of my stupid stories...! LOFF U! Tear lol. Thanks!
mixed- Hehe! Stumbled across it eh? Thanks luv!
Snuffkin- Here ya are! Thanks!
Emily.Hart- Thanks! Here it is!
Elenya-I hope you got the email! Thanks luv!
Regn Hino – I really agree that he should be tortured...Hrm...I think that just might have to happen! This 'he' will be revealed very soon! And be patient little grass hopper! All will be answered soon! Thanks for your very sweet compliments and reviewing! You rock! :)
PinkChubbyMonkey- LOVE your name! That is so cute! See unimaginative me, could only do my name...whop-d-do eh? Lol! Great name though! Love it! And 'he' will be revealed very soon! Thanks luv!
dama-de-tinieblas- Thank you!
me – Yes maim...err...or sir! Lol! Thanks!
"Princess?" Ginny heard him beckon from the doorway of their kitchen.
She knew why he was here; to redeem himself of previous events. Ginny plastered a fake smile on her face and turned to him, and away from his already cooked breakfast.
"Here Princess....look...about last night...you know you shouldn't make me so angry..." he trailed off. Ginny nodded and accepted the wrapped box and flowers.
"Thank you." Ginny said in what she hoped was a cheerful voice.
"Open it Princess....open it." He urged her as he sat down at the table watching her every move. He was always watching her, never letting her out of his sight for too long.
Ginny placed the flowers on the counter and opened the present. Inside the clothing sized box, was a red satin night gown. She gulped nervously. He would want her to wear this tonight....to have sex with him.
"Do you like it Princess?" He asked. Ginny re-plastered the fake smile and turned to him nodding. "Good. Now go get my mail." He ordered her.
Ginny pulled the letters off the window's edge and handed them directly to her husband, not even glancing at them.
"Sit." He commanded. She sat down in front of him faintly smiling. He flipped threw the mail stopping abruptly at one letter, and tearing it open.
"OH MY! I WON!" He yelled, standing up and knocking her kitchen table over. Ginny looked at him puzzled.
"Princess! I WON! I won the Chudley Cannons sweepstake; Ride with Chudley!" he said excited. Slowly the smile left his face as he read on.
"It says that you can't come....that this invitation is only valid for one....." He got an angry look on his face and scowled at her.
"If I am to go, I have to leave now." Ginny made her eyes tear up like she had practiced and began to cry.
"You want to leave me?" She sobbed. "I would never leave you but you want t- to leave me!" He smiled and looked at her.
"Oi, Princess. I am not leaving and I KNOW you aren't....but you know....this is your entire fault you bitch!" He suddenly punched her in the face.
"YOU better NOT leave this house....or else!" he growled out, sitting on her stomach and punching her face.
After a few minutes he stopped and got up, dusting off his robes. He held out a hand for Ginny; which she took non-hesitantly. She walked into their bedroom not phased by the beating. Everything was going as planned.
Ginny walked into the bathroom and washed her bloody face before continuing with her work; slowly packing his bags while adding a nice whimpering. She could feel his harsh eyes upon her, raking over her body. Ginny kissed all of his clothes as she placed them carefully into the traveling suitcase.
His footsteps could be heard entering the room.
"Princess?" He asked in what some would call a kind voice, but she knew better. It curdled her gut the way he acted. 'Princess this...' 'Princess that...' every time He called her princess, it made her sick. She was treated anything from the part.
She turned and faced him.
"Maybe....we could try this before I left...." Ginny looked into his hand which was clutching the red night thing.
"I can't." She whispered. He visibility angered and nearly punched her there.
"AND WHY CANT YOU!?" He roared.
"My love, I am with child." She lied again. His anger melted away and a sickening smile crept on his face.
"Is it true?" He whispered dropping the satin to place his hand on her lower stomach.
"Oh I am sure of it." Ginny smiled and tried to look happy. "If it's a boy, I want to name him after you." She lied again. She knew she wasn't with child. She had been poisoning her womb with witching poison since he decided what was going to be done at night.
"Yes and what if it is a girl?" He beamed.
"I don't care what we name her, as long as you are here....with me." She told him. He smiled broadly and stood straighter, taking his hand off of her; to her relief.
He bent over and kissed her cheek while grabbing his suitcase.
"You take care of my child; I will be coming back tomorrow Princess. Don't leave the house and don't mail anyone until I return. Do I make myself clear?" he sneered.
Ginny nodded and rubbed her stomach in what one perceived a loving way. He tied his bag on the back of his broom and opened a window flying out, and not looking back.
Ginny wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and immediately ran into the bathroom, gently pulled the vent off of the air escape. Slowly she pulled out Harry's Firebolt that she told him she needed, due to an emergency. Harry sent it to her enjoyment. Ginny then threw off all her clothes and grabbed her hidden stash of clothes.
In her bag of hidden clothes were her favorite underwear that He had hated, a Weasley jumper that He had also hated, her favorite skirt that he had ripped and she had repaired, and a bra. He didn't like her to wear bras. After putting on all of her clothes, she took out her big cloak that's hood hid her bruised face.
She pulled out ten galleons and four knuts, placing them into her pocket, and mounted the broom.
Ginny flew until she saw she was nearing the streets of muggle's London. She came to a stop near London and walked the streets until she saw the Leaky Caldron. She had to hurry. He would find out that the letter was a fraud and find her...punish her.
Ginny walked into the leaky Caldron and heaved a sigh of relief, holding Harry's broom a little closer. She was half way saved. All she needed to do was go to Gringots and get money to leave. She made her way for the bar, tugging the hood to hide her face.
"What it'll be Miss?" Tom the bar keeps asked.
"A shot of firehouse whiskey please Tom, if you don't mind." Ginny told him.
"How old are ya?" He inquired.
"I am twenty two Sir." Ginny answered. Tom gave her hooded and darkened face a look.
"Lower you hood Miss." Tom ordered.
"Come here, closer Tom." Ginny told him. The bar keeper faced her and Ginny motioned for him to lean in, and so he did.
"Swear on your life that you will not speak that I was here...by wizards bond?" Ginny asked extending her right bruised hand. Tom reluctantly took her hand and shook it firmly. Ginny lowered her hood slightly so that light entered her face, but only so that Tom saw her.
"Do I look old enough Sir?" Ginny asked politely pulling her hood back to her face. Tom nodded and placed a shot glass along with a large glass gallon of whiskey in front of her.
"Good Merlin child. Anyone with that would be for me. It's on the house...." Tom leaned in with a concerned face. "Ms. Weasley." He barely whispered.
"Bless you Tom, but I only need a few shots and I will be on my way...." Ginny poured a shot and drank it quickly along with three others. Once the pain in her face was dimmed slightly
Ginny stood from the bar and watched at Tom gave her a weak smile.
"Run child." He mouthed to her. Ginny placed two galleons on the bar and made for her leave.
Ginny exited threw the back of the Leaky Caldron to enter into Diagon Alley. She went to pull out her wand, only to find two broken pieces in her pocket.
'OH SHIT!' Ginny's mind yelled. She pulled off her hood and gazed at the broken pieces in her hand. She angrily shoved them into her pocket, and then ripped her hair down from its pony tail. Ginny kicked the wall angrily and stomped her feet. She would have to go back....to him.
"Red hair...temperamental...." an amused voice of a man said. Ginny stiffened at the sound of his voice, how he drawled out red. Only one person could say it like that.
"You must be a Weasley." He said evenly. Ginny kept her back to him not wanting him to see her bruised face.
"Cold voice, immature, you must be Draco Malfoy." Ginny spat while pulling her hood back up before turning to face him.
"Why are you hiding from me little Weaselette?" Draco asked her.
"Malfoy, would you please open the entrance." Ginny gestured towards the stone brick wall, and watched as Draco's eyebrow rose.
"Why don't you just open it?" Draco inquired with a smug look upon his face.
"My wand is....broken." Ginny told him pulling out her broken pieces of wand. Draco looked at them and laughed.
"How did you manage that one? You know what I don't care. Move." Draco spat pushing Ginny out of the way.
"Ouch!" Ginny hissed as he pushed her on her bruised upper arm.
"Ouch?" Draco turned towards her and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean....Ouch? I barely pushed you...." Draco, in one swift moment tore her hood off of her head and looked upon her battered face. "DAMN Weasley! What happened to you!?" Draco nearly yelled.
Ginny shot him an evil look and pulled her hood back over her face.
"I fell. I fell far down some stairs," she lied.
"You fell down stairs my arse Weaselette." Draco said in disgust. "I suppose he tells you it's your fault as well? Damn Weasley."
A sudden burst of pain flashed threw her left hand and up her body. Ginny fell on the ground crumpling into a ball, shaking from the pain.
"WEASLEY!" Draco yelled.
"Get-off-!" Ginny yelled while her body shook with pain from the Crucio Curse. She lifted her left arm and held it up to Draco.
Draco looked down at her hand, only seeing her wedding band.
"What Weasley..."
"GET IT OFF!" Ginny screamed. Draco whipped out his wand quickly and pointed it at her hand.
"DON'T MOVE! Diffindo!" Draco yelled. A light blue mist came from the end of his wand, circling her ring and then splitting it in two. "Ginevra?" Draco asked. Ginny stiffened at her full name.
"It's Ginny." She told him quietly.
"Are you ok?" Draco asked extending a hand to help her up. She nodded and slowly pulled up from his hand. Her legs ached and were weak and slowly she slid onto Draco wrapping her arms on his.
"Sorry..." Ginny wheezed trying to stand up on her own. Draco held her forearm firmly as he opened the back door to the Leaky Caldron, pulling her hood back over her head.
"It's no big deal." He answered as he led her inside. Ginny made an 'o' sound as she gently slide down, nearing the floor. Draco picked her up in his arms holding her firmly.
"Tom, I need some floo powder please." Draco told him. Tom fearfully handed Draco a bag full in exchange for a few sickles.
Draco threw the entire bag into the leaky caldrons fireplace, holding Ginny tightly in his arms and said, "MALFOY PALACE!"
Draco felt the tug of the floo network, and then his feet firmly land on the ground at Malfoy Palace. He stepped out of the fire and into a study lounge, Ginny still held in his strong arms.
"Marie." Draco calmly said aloud. A shuttering house elf appeared before him in an instant. "I need a guest room cleaned on floor five, wing C, preferably a woman's room, and now."
The elf disappeared and Draco laid Ginny's unconscious outline on a leather chaise lounge chair. Slowly he removed her dark cloak to reveal her long red hair in a tangled nest, a split lip, black-and-blue eye, swollen jaw, and an open cut running along her hairline. Draco's anger flared as he clenched his fists, looking at her beaten face.
He looked at her sternly and bent over running one finger in her hair, pulling it from beneath her head. Her hair was long enough for her to sit on and tangled enough that it would take a good hour to untangle.
"M-master...t-the room is r-ready...sir..." Marie the house elf said from the open study door. Draco sneered at her and narrowed his eyes standing.
"This room is filthy you stupid creature! THESE FLOORS ARE FILTHY! THIS DESK AND CHAIR ARE DUSTY, FILLED WITH FILTH! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO FILTHY!? I'll tell you why you bloody git. It's filthy because no one was here to watch over your stupid arse and to tell you and your little friends what to do.
"So now that a commanding Malfoy is back, let me tell you something, if this place, doesn't get clean, I will be handing out clothes, and kicking you all out on your arses!!! EVERY ROOM YOU IDOT, MUST BE SPOTLESS!!!" Draco yelled at the quivering elf who squeaked as if it were in pain when he raised his voice.
Draco shot an evil glare at the elf and picked up Ginny in his arms, heading for the stairs.
"Lead the way, elf." Draco instructed unsympathetically. Draco followed down the gloomy dirty hallways and staircases, until he reached the fifth floor, C wing. Cobwebs were creeping up everywhere and the hall lights were not lit.
Draco made ticking noise at the elf at his dissatisfaction. The elf squeaked again at the sound and walked out of Draco's foot range. It stopped walking and turned into a beige room with coordinating chenille bedspread (with piping and fringe) on a queen sized bed.
"Get out." Draco told the elf. "Wait! I expect this house clean by morning. Use magic if you have to." The elf nodded and slowly backed out of the room. Draco dropped Ginny on the bed, threw her cloak on her, and closed the hangings before leaving the room, and shutting the door.
He walked past three more closed doors, and entered his room, taking a long deep breath. He was home.
A/n- Questions will and can be answered in chapter 3....give me time!!! Make sure you read my other stories!
Stealing Hearts of War, and As the Heart Lies
Loves-Kiss- Thanks luv!! My first reviewer! :) Lol, here's that second chapter!
Kitty Felton- You rock gurl! LOFF YOU! THANKS!
Dee Truelove- Snuffers AW! You're such a great reviewer! Reading ALL of my stupid stories...! LOFF U! Tear lol. Thanks!
mixed- Hehe! Stumbled across it eh? Thanks luv!
Snuffkin- Here ya are! Thanks!
Emily.Hart- Thanks! Here it is!
Elenya-I hope you got the email! Thanks luv!
Regn Hino – I really agree that he should be tortured...Hrm...I think that just might have to happen! This 'he' will be revealed very soon! And be patient little grass hopper! All will be answered soon! Thanks for your very sweet compliments and reviewing! You rock! :)
PinkChubbyMonkey- LOVE your name! That is so cute! See unimaginative me, could only do my name...whop-d-do eh? Lol! Great name though! Love it! And 'he' will be revealed very soon! Thanks luv!
dama-de-tinieblas- Thank you!
me – Yes maim...err...or sir! Lol! Thanks!