So...it's chapter ten. And quite possibly the last chapter before I go away –cries– I didn't want it to be, I wanted to write at least one more chapter before I went, but this one took ages to write, and I think that when you get to the end of it, it ends on a slightly hiatus-like note. Lol, at least I think so anyway. So if I don't get to update before I go ... –lump in throat– then I guess I'll update around December –cries more– Well, December at the VERY latest, which means there's a good possibility I could update before then, so yay! Anyway...
I'm J.K Rowling. In case you didn't know. Yep, I've got to confess that the reason book six isn't out yet is because I spend my time on here writing slash fiction. And the only reason I'm "going away until December" is because my publishers are getting pretty pissed at me that I'm taking longer than expected to write. I mean, it's not like I'm going away to uni or anything. Not at all.
Oh, and if I could rate a story by chapter, this would probably be a PG-13, so sorry to all you perverts – oh sorry did I say perverts? I meant um ... lovely, beautiful, kind reviewers! – that expected the usual smutty, skanky sex scenes from me lol. I will say though, (without trying to sound conceited or full of myself) that when I said before that I love each chapter the more I write them, is true in this case too. I worked really hard on this chapter and I'm proud of it. Though er ... I have got to apologise to someone, well, grovel to them really. Cmere1 –waves shyly– you know that brilliant story I really liked, "The final agon"? Well, um, I kinda borrowed-not-stole-though-it-might-be-the-same-thing-please-don't-hit-me layout of it – the one where it mixes present day stuff with a flashback. Please, please, PLEASE don't say you mind.
And after that begging, lets get on with the reviews!
First of all thanks to kinky krooks who I personally had to thank for the idea for my other story lol. Thanks for saying it was a powerful chapter, I thought so too (I always manage to sound smug and arrogant, but I'm not, I swear.) Yeah, and I felt sorry for him too! I hope you're not too mad with what I do to him in this chapter, lol. –Group hug!–
Next thanks to ciberloco who thinks Harry should get revenge lol. Well, without giving anything away ... I can't say anything lol. Thanks for the review!
Thanks also to shorty-girly who also feels sorry for Draco! Yeah me too! It's such a shame for him. I think he should run to me and let me have sex with him to comfort him. –looks around– Well, er ... just a suggestion, lol.
Thanks to hokuspokus for her review and for explaining the rating system for me lol. And join the club, lol, we all feel sorry for Draco here! Except I probably feel the worst because I'm putting him through all of this lol.
Lol, I've got a review from anonymous which probably makes people think that I left it for myself, especially as it's extremely sympathetic to the lack of reviews I supposedly have lol, but I swear I didn't. Anyway, thanks to whoever that was who reassured me that my story probably won't get deleted! I hope not!!!
Thanks also to cmere1 the best person in the entire world, who is by far better than me and the almighty J.K herself (by the way, did I mention that I sort of borrowed your "Final Agon" layout lol) –Glares at you– But you said that your story would be up by now, so I visit your site, expecting to see kink and smut and other glorious things like that, but did I see any new material? No. –Sighs like a brat– Luckily, there was a story on Snape and Harry that I hadn't read, and the idea of Harry tied up still got me going, even though it's nothing compared to the brilliant idea of making Draco beat Harry up. (I tell ya, if only J.K would write that book, it would be the most best selling book EVER!) Lol, and I don't know why, but I always get a bit jittery? Is that the best word to use? –looks in dictionary– Meh, it'll have to do. I always get a bit jittery when you review because you always tell me you love the story, and then I wonder for ages whether the next chapter will deliver, and then I turn my internet on one day, load up fanfiction (and then restart the computer because of the MASSIVE review left by someone lol) and then read it, and I'm all happy inside because you're so nice. (Did I mention – "Final Agon" lol.) Naw, I'm kidding, you are sweet! You better still be my slash loving fanfic buddy when I update in December (at the VERY latest!) And I expect loads more chapters for when I return for those cold winter nights lol. Anyway, thanks for reviewing and please keep in touch and don't forget me!!
Thank you to killer-the-cat who also wants o join the "I-feel-sorry-for-Draco" club. And how did you know Harry was watching lol? That was meant to be a big mysterious shocking cliffhanger type thing. Lol, or maybe it was obvious. Ah, but I did manage to confuse you on one thing, about who Draco said he was hating. –shrugs– Maybe this chapter will answer your question! Thanks for reviewing!!!
Thank you also to Alora who #$ING loves the story lol. I hope I updated fast enough for you, lol. And I think people are crazy when they say Draco ISN'T their favourite character! I mean, how could he not be?! He's just so ... HOT! Man I just wanna ... do things to him lol. I can't go into what I'd do to him. I've worked hard to keep this at an R level, I don't wanna be kicked off now lol. Thanks for the review!
Erm, also thanks to Dannii who I feel kind of bad for, because he said he gets that sort of stuff in his life all the time. You know what, I suddenly feel like a cheap and tacky chat show host (Jenny Jones anyone?) so I'm gonna reply to you in person. Thanks for the review.
Thank you also to ura who said the story gets more interesting, lol. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint, and you enjoy it! Thanks for your review!!!
And last but not least, thank you to Astheyrefalling my one time cockney-but-now-Irish-which-is-even-better friend! I'm glad your enjoying how the story is turning out and I hope you enjoy this chapter too! By the way, I want to give you a nickname, seeing as how I'm wickedness. Do you wanna be evilness? Or something else, lol, you can choose. Thanks for the review!!!
Thank you to all of the reviewers!!! And now onto the story, hope you enjoy!
As one final note, the story may be slightly confusing to read. This isn't my fault. Well, it might be partly might fault, but mostly ff, because has anyone noticed that their program seems to be erm ... slightly not working these days? Like things won't be bolded unless you've already done it in microsoft word, and even then, it only does it half heartedly? Well, I was planning on making everything in the present day normal text, and everything in a flashback italic text. But ff decided that it didn't like my method and just ruined the whole document. So I had to upload it, which was a big palava, and you don't really need to hear all this, lol. All you need to hear is:
Whenever it's a scene reminiscing through Harry's mind, I'm going to start it with five of ----- those, okay? Good :) Enjoy!
"I feel sick," Ron announced weakly.
"Go to Madam Pomfrey then," said Hermione shortly. Ron glared at her, clutching his stomach, a small amount of apple pie left on the plate in front of him.
"Well ... not that sick, I just feel a little ill."
"Well you can't be that sick if you're not prepared to go to the nurse, Ron."
"I didn't say I was that sick, I just felt a little queasy that's all. I just feel like I'm going to throw up all over my food."
"Ron, that's disgusting."
Harry shut his eyes, knowing that the familiar bickering was about to start.
"Well you asked!"
"Not about that. I just suggested that you go to Madam Pomfrey if you feel sick!"
"And I do."
"SO GO!"
"I already said, I'm not that sick! I just feel a little unwell. No big deal."
"So if it's "no big deal", then why did you bother mentioning it in the first place?" Hermione asked, infuriated.
"What's it to do with you?" replied Ron heatedly.
-----"What's it do with you Potter?" He spat the words so venomously as if he hated him, and Harry shuddered. Even now, two days after the night he had caught Draco's breakdown, the words still made him flinch.
"Draco, I don't want to see you do this to yourself, I care about you."
He looked startled, his angry expression being wiped clean for a second, before snarling, "don't feed me your queer crap Potter. I don't want to hear about your sick shit. You may care about me, but I don't care about you. I hate you. I fucking hate you. I wish you'd fucking drop dead and rot."
The words hurt more than the fist Draco had punched into his jaw when Harry took off his invisibility cloak and revealed himself to a sobbing Draco. At first jumping in shock, startled, he soon became viciously mad, and took out his angry aggression on Harry, who backed into the corner and stood there like his punch bag.
"Why the fuck were you spying on me?" Harry was doubled over, winded. "Draco..." he began weakly, but was stopped by a series of gut-punches.
"Why-the-fuck-were-you-spying-on-me?" Draco asked, punching Harry in the stomach with every word he spat. "Did you get off on it?" he asked, stepping away from Harry, who crumpled into the corner. "Did you fucking enjoy seeing me hurt? DID YOU?" he asked, walking towards him again and forcefully kicking him in the ribs.
Harry let out a stream of tears, but he knew he wasn't crying over the pain. His tears only seemed to infuriate Draco more.
"Real men don't cry," he shouted, giving Harry a final kick before walking to the centre of the room. He paced around angrily for a moment, before sinking to the floor. His back was turned away from Harry, and Harry could only see dancing flickering shadows that the moon cast on the boy's naked back. He knew that his arms and chest would be covered in cuts.
"Draco..." he began. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spy on you..."
Draco sniffed. "Save it," he said acidly. "I don't want your apologies."
"Apologise," Hermione demanded.
"Apologise?" Ron sputtered, causing an unsightly spray of food to project itself from his mouth. "What for?"
"Well, you've put me off my dinner now."
"How have I?" he cried indignantly, causing another shower of crumbs to spray from his mouth. Hermione gave a scream of disgust.
"Ron, your manners are atrocious," she said, forgetting that they were in the very public school hall. "I've seen better behaviour from a pig."
People around them giggled, and Ron shot Hermione an icy stare, which she returned with an unforgiving steely gaze. "Don't be so stuffy Hermione, I –"
"I am not being stuffy," Hermione practically screamed, "it's just that I don't appreciate you..."
-----"I don't appreciate you doing this Potter," Draco said, breaking the silence. Harry looked up, his thoughts broken from thinking about the chain of events that had rapidly unfolded. Draco breaking down, Draco punching him when he found out he was there, and Draco sat in silence for ages, only now breaking the silence.
"What?" asked Harry. Draco's head turned in his direction.
"Doing this," Draco repeated. "All this fucking spying." He turned his head away in disgust. "And don't think for one fucking second you've got one over on me Potter," he suddenly added. "I should fucking shop you to every fucking death eater right now for what you've done."
Harry wisely didn't say anything and he and Draco stayed silent for a couple of minutes before Draco spoke up again.
"Why are you so weak?" he asked, turning to Harry. Seeing the look on the boys face made him sneer. "Why are you so pathetic? You're a worthless excuse for a human. No, you're worse than worthless. You're subhuman. You're nothing. Insignificant. Weak, weak, weak. Fucking weak. Fucking coward piece of shit."
He barely paused before continuing on.
"You're...nothing. You're fucking nothing, you're a waste of fucking space Draco Malfoy." Harry's eyes narrowed in slight confusion as he watched Draco, his mouth agape.
"You're a fucking piece of shit and I fucking wish you'd drop dead. Ignitio."
Harry barely had chance to hear the commanding spell at the end of Draco's self-hating speech, let alone stop it. His wand lit up a powerfully burning flame and his features were cast in a sudden glowing light. His dull grey eyes now danced with liveliness.
"You deserve everything you get," he whispered violently, before twisting the flame-tipped wand into his arm. Harry dived forward and wrenched the wand from his hand, throwing it across the room. Draco was crying uncontrollably, clutching the burnt spot on his arm, rocking back and forth before collapsing onto Harry, sobbing. The boy hesitatingly put his arms around Draco and patted him on the back in a hopefully comforting manner. What had happened to the boy, who for five years seemed like the most powerful, most dominant person in the entire school, to become a crumpled emotional wreck like this?
"Girls, they're too emotional," Ron said dismissively, watching Hermione storm out of the hall. "Who needs them, eh?" Sensing he said something that possibly alienated Harry, he added hastily, "I'm not trying to say anything about you, mind."
Harry waved his hand to show he didn't take offence, his eyes still on the entrance doors to the hall. Ron misinterpreted his gaze.
"I do love her though," he said. "I always have done really. I guess I was just too shy to really mention it. She was always so bossy though, always telling us what to do, telling us how to act. But, I don't know...things change I guess. People mature."
Harry didn't say anything and Ron yet again misinterpreted his silence.
"So er...erm, well er...have you er...got an um...a er...boyfriend?" He asked in an awkward whisper.
-----Draco. As Harry therapeutically stroked Draco's hair calming him down, glad that the sobs were turning into tiny hiccoughs, his thoughts ran away with him. He dreamt that everything was perfect. The world wasn't stupid and the people were open. He had had a nice day and had now come to relax with his boyfriend. They'd got into an argument, only a silly one, and now they were making up, Harry stroking his hair in the way he knew he loved.
As this fantasy morphed into an ugly reality, Harry felt like the floor had been snatched from underneath him abruptly. He was glad that it was dark, and the flame from the wand had burnt out to a weak glow as his own tears started to form in his eyes at the unfairness of it all.
"Draco?" said Harry, trying to distract himself from these unhappy thoughts. "Are you alright?"
He gave a tiny hiccough. "I'm fine," he said, and then as an afterthought, whispered, "real men don't cry." There was silence between the two for a while, before Draco said, "my father taught me that."
Harry felt Draco's shoulders stiffen against his lap and he shifted his position slightly. He thought of what to say as a reply, before coming out with, "what do you think of it?"
"...Of what?"
"The motto."
"Oh...it's true... I guess," he replied thoughtfully. Again a silence passed.
"Draco," began Harry bravely, "why do you do that?" Draco didn't reply and Harry added, "hurt yourself," in case he didn't understand.
"...I..." and then he stopped.
"It's okay..." Harry began, about to tell him he didn't have to answer if he wasn't comfortable, but Draco spoke over him.
"I do it because it's something I can control," he said. "I get so much pain, so much...so much shit in my life that it becomes out of hand sometimes. When my father..." he stopped at this point hesitatingly, before continuing. "Well, you know about my father ... hitting me ...well that's something that I have no control over, something that makes my life slip out of my grip. This brings my life back to me, makes the ball in my court, makes me in control."
"But doesn't it hurt?" asked Harry.
"Well ...yeah," said Draco, "but that's the whole point. I hurt on the outside to control the pain on the inside. I'm numb, and it's like I'm not in control of my body. This way, it brings me back to reality. Sometimes, to cause real pain, I rub salt into the wounds."
"Hey Harry, pass the salt?"
Harry couldn't remember passing Dean the salt, but he must have done as he watched him shake it over his dinner. He hadn't even seemed that surprised when he had later realized that Dean had spoken to him properly for the first time.
-----"When was the first time you did it?"
Draco screwed up his face trying to remember. "Seven months ago," he said finally. "And I know that because it was the day you caught the snitch in the last match of last year," he added, looking up at Harry and smiling faintly. "I got home, and my father socked me one, right in the mouth," he pointed at his jaw where a faint soft bruise was just about fading.
"But how could they have been concealed?" Harry interrupted.
"Potter, you're not that bad in spellcasting are you?" Draco asked cockily with a slightly raised eyebrow. "It's simple."
"No, I meant how could the er ... the marks you erm ...you er, gave yourself, how could they be concealed when the others – the ones that your father gave – couldn't?"
Draco sighed. "Unforgiveables." When Harry looked puzzled, he went on to explain. "You know about the unforgivable curses? The ones that you mean to cast so badly that they can't be blocked? Well he hurt me – and meant it – so much that the bruises can't fade. At least, not by magic anyway. So I could only cover up my own."
Harry nodded. "Okay. Sorry, you were saying ... um ... about how your father ..."
"Right," said Draco, picking up where he left off. "My father punched me because you caught the snitch and won the cup for Gryffindor and I was so upset, with him, with you, with me, with everything that I started throwing things around my room. I picked up a knife by the blade and threw it as hard as I could, and it was only afterwards that I noticed the cuts on my fingers. I felt warm, like, I don't know, like something had washed over me. I felt ... cured. And then I guess it was just a chain reaction from there. A bad habit."
"Most people bite their nails," Harry couldn't help commenting dryly and Draco grinned despite his little quip.
"When you deal with shit, Harry, biting your nails isn't sufficient," Draco stated matter-of-factly.
Harry gave a scornful snort. "Shit? Deal with shit? What the hell have I been doing for the past weeks then, having an easy ride? Coming out, the blackmail, you ..." He suddenly became embarrassed, and his voice trailed off. "Hasn't exactly been a ball of fun," he finished softly.
Having forgotten about the power struggle between them, neither said anything, as they were both alone in the world, connected by others that didn't understand. It was a difficult situation, Harry mused silently. Draco hated him and he hated Draco, yet he loved Draco, but Draco didn't love him, and Draco hated his father, and his father hated Draco, and the whole school hated Harry, who hated Draco, who hated Harry. All these contradictions bounced off of each other, binding the two boys closer together.
"And then he put a BINDING spell on himself!"
The group that had gathered around Ron and Harry roared with laughter as Ron finished the story of a hufflepuff somehow self-binding himself with dental floss. Harry smiled and laughed in the appropriate places, but he still made sure he kept one eye on the entrance hall doors. He quickly glanced at the Slytherin table, but he wasn't there. Pansy was shooting daggers his way, but he barely noticed as he turned back round in his seat, his heart sinking. He felt like bursting into tears.
-----"Real men don't cry," said Draco bitterly. "Bastard."
Harry looked down at him. "But I thought you believed that?" he asked, slightly confused, but Draco shook his head furiously.
"I don't. I fucking don't. He said that to hurt me, just like he does everything to fucking hurt me." He pulled away from Harry's grip, who had now daringly linked his arms around Draco's chest. The boy hadn't noticed. He walked over to the window and looked out of it resentfully.
"Nothing I did was ever good for him," he said. "Nothing." He spun round from the window to face Harry, who still sat on the floor. "You wanted to know about him, right?" he suddenly said forcefully. Harry was startled.
"I, er ..." he started, but Draco turned back round to the window angrily. "He fucking hates me. Do you know how embarrassing that is? How cruel, how harsh, how fucking evil that is? When your own father hates you?" He thumped his fist down hard on the windowsill and Harry's sharp eyes caught a teardrop falling onto it.
"I know I can be heartless, and cruel, and a shit and everything else you and your friends think of me," Draco said, "but nobody deserves their own father telling them they wished they'd never been born, that they're a disappointment."
He gave a howl like an injured animal and Harry's eyes grew wide with alarm. "Draco, please ..." he pleaded, but Draco barely heard him as he paced around the room angry, tears falling down his cheeks.
"Where the fuck is it?" he asked angrily.
"Can someone pass me a knife?" Seamus asked, joining the group for dinner, at a loss with only a fork.
-----"Let go of the fucking knife."
"NO." This scream of desperateness felt like a knife had stabbed itself in Harry's heart and was now sadistically twisting and turning itself around. He curled his fingers tighter around the handle, Draco's hand slightly pushing his index and middle fingers onto the cool blade as they both fought for it. As the knife got wrenched back and forth, the blade cut into Harry's fingers and he felt a rushing sensation fill his body. His fingers tingled with relief, and he felt weaker, more vulnerable all of a sudden. He didn't give up though, and held on just as tight.
Draco kicked out at Harry's chest, but he wouldn't budge as both boys grappled for the weapon, rolling around Draco's dormitory. A couple of minutes ago the boys had been talking like the best of friends, as though a strong bond had invisibly weaved them together. Yet now, Harry felt like he was fighting the biggest battle of his life. He felt a surge of anger run through his veins and wrestled for the knife tighter. He was not going to let Draco do this to himself. Not again. He felt a lurch of sickness coming over him as he saw a quick flash of the burn mark on Draco's arm from the wand.
"Ah, shit that's hot! It's burning me!"
Ron burst out laughing as Seamus held his mouth open, eyes watering. "Chicken too hot?" he asked unnecessarily.
Seamus nodded, his eyes misting over with tears. Not able to take much more of the boiling portion of food in his mouth, he glanced around inconspicuously, before spitting the huge mouthful he'd took back onto his plate. Ron half groaned and half laughed.
"Fuck," said Seamus, reaching for a glass of water.
-----Fuck. Harry's heart froze as he stared at the lifeless body of Draco on the floor. Oh dear god this wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. The body on the floor with blood seeping out from deep cuts on their wrists didn't even look like Draco. They looked like a cheap crude imitation that had been thrown casually there as someone had made off with the real Draco. But at the same time, the reality of it kicked in, and there was no mistaking that the vulnerable looking scared boy on the floor was Draco.
After a tug of war with the knife, Draco had managed to rip it from Harry's grip, causing the raven-haired boy to cry out in pain as the blade was ripped across his fingers brutally. Draco didn't hear his cries, as he closed his eyes and dug the blade deep into his wrist, muttering incoherently to himself. He suddenly stopped as though a stunning spell had been hit, and stared straight at Harry, his mouth slightly open in a shocked gasp. Hs eyes widened as he slowly slumped to the floor, the knife falling from his fingers and landing neatly besides him.
His Gryffindor instinct kicked in, and Harry slumped Draco's arm over his shoulder and half carried, half dragged him through the dormitory hall, through the unoccupied common room and down the corridor. By the time they reached Madam Pomfrey's ward, Harry felt like his arm had dropped off and could only knock once, before using his other arm to catch Draco before he fell. The sharp ears of Madam Pomfrey led her briskly to the door where she exclaimed when she saw the slumped figure of Draco. The concealment charm that Harry had carefully cast on himself and Draco didn't deter the fact that the boy was genuinely ill, it was cast upon every feature in his face. His eyelids slightly flickered open as he came to, and Harry debated whether he should tell Madam Pomfrey about the self-harming. He eventually decided against it. Although he was worried, and slightly paranoid that it would cause him severe harm, he was confident in the healing charm he had cast was strong enough to heal the most dangerous wounds he had inflicted.
They both took a shoulder each and led him over to a bed where Madam Pomfrey tucked him in motherly and told him to get some rest. Though she raised her eyebrows questioningly at Draco's upper naked body, and the fact that it was now past midnight, she didn't pry, something for which Harry was grateful.
"Off you go now, there's a dear," she said kindly, but firmly, guiding him out of the ward by his shoulders, but Draco deliriously uttered a weak cry. "Harry," he called feebly.
"Harry!" shouted Ron as Harry bolted from the table in the great hall. All eyes were on him as he ran out of the hall and was only vaguely aware of the angry shouts from Snape from the staff table, threatening him with points being taken away from Gryffindor.
He had to see Draco, and he had to see him now. It had been two nights of pure hell not seeing him and he didn't know why, or how, he had been persuaded to do so in the first place. His heartbeat thumped a furious tribal march as he ran through the corridor, his peers passing by a in a blur.
A pug faced third year that looked like a relation to Pansy sneered as he went past and opened her mouth to no doubt utter a cutting remark, but he didn't even stop to hear it as he whizzed past, running towards the hospital ward. He only had a little way to go before he was reunited with Draco again, just one more corner ...
He fell to the floor as the wind had been knocked out of him heavily. He took in big gulps of fresh air and tried to slow down his raging heartbeat.
"Watch where you're going," called an angry voice, and Harry's eyes suddenly flew upwards and met the eyes of the person he knew the voice belonged to.
"Draco," he whispered and then stopped, first out of shyness, and then out of confusion. Draco's reaction wasn't the one he had been expecting. Instead of a smile, his mouth was turned upwards into a cold, sneering smirk.
"I know you're stupid Potter," Draco said loudly, for the benefit of the gaggle of Slytherins that had eagerly gathered around to watch, "but at least try not to be so dumb when people have just come out of the hospital ward." It was a stupid insult, but the Slytherins laughed loudly anyway. Harry stared incredulously at Draco as he walked past grinning away. Had he not saved this boys life? Had he not revealed secrets to him that only he, Harry, knew? Had he not ... but as Draco passed him, he was sure that he gave him the slightest of nods, and the smallest hint of a smile. Harry smiled too, for just a mere day or two ago, those lips had been his.
-----"I just want to say thank you," Draco whispered, squeezing his hand. Harry nodded, smiling, letting the events that had passed between them that night go over him in a blur. Though he could have never imagined he and Draco holding hands in a million years, right now, it seemed natural, having gone through what they just went through.
"Oh, my head hurts! I need water!" Draco suddenly cried pathetically. Harry went to get it, but Draco squeezed his hand tighter and held him where he was, as Madam Pomfrey stumbled over her feet to get a cup.
"Draco, what was that about?" began Harry before he was pulled down to Draco's face and interrupted with a kiss. It wasn't rough and dominant, like Harry had fantasized about, but soft and tender, and somehow, this suited Draco better than his fantasy had. His lips slowly parted and let Draco's snake-like tongue explore his mouth. As the tongues wrestled softly together, their worlds came together, and at that moment, brief as it was, was perfect.
Well, that was it! I hope it wasn't too much of an anti climax lol, I didn't know how to end it. So, Draco and Harry, hmmm? Who would have thought they were in love? Well, me. And a million other slash loving fanfic writers lol. Well, I'm kinda glad I ended it here (for a short period) because I don't know what direction to take it in at the moment (I'm open to any suggestions.)
As I already mentioned (two, three, maybe twenty times) this is probably my last post now. The next update is unknown but I can safely say it will be no later than two months. About nine weeks approximately. Which sounds like a long time but ... it is. –cries– Oh well, nine weeks at the very latest, which means if I get internet access, I'll update as soon as I log on, okay? I'll even have the story pre-written lol. Okay, thanks to EVERYONE who has reviewed so far, I really appreciate it! And I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it. (It was a pain in the ass, lol.) Take care everyone! And I'll try and write to your accounts or update soon okay? Don't forget me! Take care, Love Jordan xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
