Disclaimer – After ten chapters, I still have to rub my own nose in it by
indicating that none of this is mine.
Author's Note – I do hope you enjoyed all that. This is the end. Please review, even if you hated it. I'll use your flames to bake cookies with and send them to all my lovely reviewers.
Chapter Ten Epilogue
"Clean The cleanest I've been An end to the tears And the in-between years And the troubles I've seen." —Depeche Mode
Dominic Cole returned to Gryffindor Tower. To his own surprise, he was tired. He wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, though. He could never sleep after a night like that.
Ginny Weasley was at the window, watching the full moon through the glass. She turned when he came in. It had been a long time since they were in a room together, and they regarded one another tensely. At last Ginny turned back to the window, and Dominic headed for the tower.
Then, on about the sixth step, he heard Ginny's voice.
"Dominic?" she said shyly.
He turned around, startled, and descended about three steps.
"I wondered ..." She was pink. "I wondered if you could help me a little. I'm having trouble with my Potions notes, because Professor Snape doesn't tell you what he's testing on, and I'm just not sure how ..." She trailed off.
"Snape's greasy," said Nicky, not unkindly.
Ginny giggled nervously. Dominic came back down the stairs. "Sure," he said. "What can I help you with?"
She pointed to her notes. "Well, a couple of things. To start off with, what's the difference between an African and a Peruvian boomslang?"
Nicky sat down at the table beside her and began to talk. Ginny went to bed an hour later, feeling much more confident about her Potions exam.
Dominic Phineas Cole looked into the fire, ignoring the house-elves who stole in to clean, smiling a little.
He ought to go to bed after all. Tomorrow would be a hard day.
Terminus Quod Orsa
Author's Note – I do hope you enjoyed all that. This is the end. Please review, even if you hated it. I'll use your flames to bake cookies with and send them to all my lovely reviewers.
Chapter Ten Epilogue
"Clean The cleanest I've been An end to the tears And the in-between years And the troubles I've seen." —Depeche Mode
Dominic Cole returned to Gryffindor Tower. To his own surprise, he was tired. He wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, though. He could never sleep after a night like that.
Ginny Weasley was at the window, watching the full moon through the glass. She turned when he came in. It had been a long time since they were in a room together, and they regarded one another tensely. At last Ginny turned back to the window, and Dominic headed for the tower.
Then, on about the sixth step, he heard Ginny's voice.
"Dominic?" she said shyly.
He turned around, startled, and descended about three steps.
"I wondered ..." She was pink. "I wondered if you could help me a little. I'm having trouble with my Potions notes, because Professor Snape doesn't tell you what he's testing on, and I'm just not sure how ..." She trailed off.
"Snape's greasy," said Nicky, not unkindly.
Ginny giggled nervously. Dominic came back down the stairs. "Sure," he said. "What can I help you with?"
She pointed to her notes. "Well, a couple of things. To start off with, what's the difference between an African and a Peruvian boomslang?"
Nicky sat down at the table beside her and began to talk. Ginny went to bed an hour later, feeling much more confident about her Potions exam.
Dominic Phineas Cole looked into the fire, ignoring the house-elves who stole in to clean, smiling a little.
He ought to go to bed after all. Tomorrow would be a hard day.
Terminus Quod Orsa