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LAST TIME
"Well, well, Miss Granger. Pleasure seeing you here," a familiar tenor voice called from behind the desk.
"Malfoy..."Hermione murmured under her breath...
"Yes, that is my last name. Listen Miss Granger, I know we've had a...well, hard past, but honestly, don't we know each other's first names? We are going to be co-workers for some time, so might as well try to be on friendly terms..." Malfoy said, looking at his nails with unrequired interest, then quickly flashed the devilish smile that cause all the other witches to tremble and squeal in delight. Hermione smirked, closed the door and walked casually up to a chair placed strategically in front of his desk.
"Well, Draco, I'm sorry to say that you'll have to give me more than a seductive smile to win me over. Anyway, what are you here for?" Hermione asked in a professional tone, undoing her loose ponytail and allowing for her curls to cascade gently down her back. She gently crossed her legs, left over right, placed her right elbow on her knee, and rested her chin on her hand.
Draco stiffened slightly, and Hermione saw it. She saw his jaw twitch as she strategically had her curls tumbling down, covering a little bit of her face in a delicious manner. 'Two can play at this game' Hermione thought to herself, then smiled, giving herself the cute, innocent girl look.
"I, er, ahem. I am here on business, of course, and since I am as you've read in the Witch's Weekly, the Financial Supporter of Magical Healing, and I've heard of your works, if they are printed correctly, in the Wizard's Guide to...well, you know which magazine I'm talking about, you are the one who found the cure for Werewolfism, and that was without the sufficient amount of funds needed for the extend of research that you did. So, in behalf of the Ministry of Magic," Draco said, straightening with pride in his chair, "I am here to not only congratulate you, but to double your Magical Medical Researching funds. Do you have any questions?" Draco asked, leaning back in a poised way in his chair, bringing his right arm to his chin so he could abruptly rest his perfectly shaven face on it. Hermione blinked. He was teasing her in the way she had teased him!
Hermione sat up and gave him a pouty look, which wasn't his reaction as he quickly sat up, causing himself to launch forward in the chair, giving him major whiplash. He looked almost dismantled as a few hairs escaped they gelly prison and sheltered her left eyebrow in an on-so-cute way. Hermione smiled at the discomfort she had brought upon him.
"Do you not appreciate this generous offer?" Draco asked, quickly placing the hairs back in their position.
Hermione smiled. "Draco, how could you suggest such a thing? I am very grateful, and in fact, I've been working on some research that would require this amount of money. Haven't you ever wondered why there are squibs among Wizarding families? Well, I'm coming up with a way to peek into a person's ability to do magic before they are born. See, if you can do magic, your body sends off these little rays of energy, often in the colors orange, red, or yellow. I like to call these, well simply, magiwaves. I've checked my own, and they are yellow meaning my parents are both non-magic folk. If it is red, you are pure blood, and if it is orange, well, you are neither. I've just about run out of money to see if delivering a little joust of magic to them through the womb would give them the magical boost they needed to become a witch or wizard. I'm thoroughly positive it will work, though." Hermione explained, standing up in the excitement and waving her hands around as she spoke. Draco gave a classic smirk.
"Just like you, Miss Granger, to want to help those who are lesser than you. Don't think I forgot your stupid S.P.E.W. campaign! Thank goodness your beautiful mind was put to something better..." Draco said, picking up a quill and turning it in his fingers. Hermione blushed furiously.
"That was not, I repeat, NOT a waste of my time Draco Malfoy. It is simply that stupid, pompous fools like yourself are too shallow to see that the world doesn't revolve around them! Yes, I do have a house elf, and I pay her and give her clothes and a bed to sleep in at night!" Hermione said hotly, raking her fingers through her curly masses in frustration. Draco cocked an eyebrow. He hit his target.
"I wouldn't suppose this is my old house elf Doby's child? I heard him and Winky got hitched, and that Dumbledore himself married them. Yes, isn't their child...Dinky? Yes, of course. As a Malfoy I must keep track of former employees, whether or not they were slaves..." He droned on, dragging out the last word to execute it's full meaning. He knew Hermione would just bubble in anger at that. And boy was he right.
"DRACO! Ugh, no wonder I couldn't stand you in school! Your goal in life is to make me miserable! Well, thanks for the money, I'll be going now to start the experiments and help those who need my help, not help those that would win me a good name!" Hermione shouted, turned quickly and was about to leave when—
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, and the tone he used made Hermione know he was serious, and possibly...hurt? 'Ha ha,' she thought to herself, 'a Malfoy with a true heart...'
"I mean helping those 'Mudbloods' as you called me in school. You didn't really want to help them! You just wanted to better the image your sour father left you. Your money might have bought all those people's trust, Malfoy, but it didn't buy mine." Hermione said coldly, opening the door.
"You know what they say about people who assume..." Draco said, looking once again, unnecessarily at his nails.
"Oh Malfoy grow up, and maybe a real heart would do while you're at it," Hermione said, storming out of the guest office and slamming the door behind her. She quickly walked to her office where young Savannah sat diligently working on her paper, already at least 8 inches down the parchment. Hermione cleared her throat.
"Oh! Sorry Hermione, I just, I...well, got absorbed in my work!" Savannah said, cleaning up the bit of ink she splattered on her parchment with a flick of her wand. Hermione smiled warmly at her apprentice.
"Savannah, take a three hour lunch, you've written plenty. When you return, though, be ready to be engulfed in a new expierament. We have the funding now and we may be able to help the Squibs yet." Hermione said excitedly. Savannah's face lit up at this.
"I only wish they had done this back when my sister Sydney was born," She said sadly. Hermione nodded solemnly. She had only pursued this cure for Savannah and her love for her Squib sister, who was the only one in a whole wizarding family that wasn't a Witch.
"What's done is done," Hermione said, gently placing her hand on Savannah's shoulder. "Now, go out and have a fun three hour break. You best be back here at 12:30 sharp, though, or you'll have another paper to write," Hermione threatened, although she knew the threat was an empty one. Savannah smiled, then waved goodbye as she apparated out. Hermione gently closed her door, making sure it was locked securely. After satisfying her need for that...security, she calmly walked over to a pillow from the overstuffed armchair, took a deep breath, and put the pillow to her face, and let out a chilling scream of frustration. Feeling her goal was accomplished, Hermione walked to her desk and sat down, only to be frightened out of her mind when a familiar Snowy Owl knocked on her window.
"Hedwig!"
!!!I was going to end here, but then I got bored again!!!
Hedwig perched patiently as Hermione dashed to the window, letting the old Snowy owl in.
"Getting a bit old, are we girl?" Hermione said, gently patting her and taking the offered roll of parchment. Smiling, she sat down at her desk, pulled out some owl treats, and began merrily reading the note.
Hermione-
I hope you don't mind that my skills in writing letters hasn't increased over the two weeks we haven't seen each other, but really, I'm trying. So, I might as well get to the point of this whole thing before I forget.
I wanted to congratulate you in getting in the top ten "Most Eligible Bachlorettes," although I'm not sure it's something worth praise...anywho, that's not the purpose of this letter. I know you and Ginny are great friends, and she is in fact living in your flat for three weeks, so I was wondering, well, if you could give me a hint at her favorite color...or perhaps her favorite restaurant? With this dating thing coming up I want her to know that I'm going to stay loyal to her and only her, possibly just be there for the opportunity to let the press know I'm not currently single...and Hermione, I think this one's a keeper.
Thanks for your help,
Harry
Hermione laughed to herself as she pulled out a small piece of parchment and scribbled a short note.
Harry-
Honestly, you don't know these things? Shame on you! Just kidding, old friend. Her favorite color is jade green (wonder why...since it's your eye color!) and her favorite restaurant is...well, she doesn't really have one. I think she enjoys eating pizza the most, so probably a cute pizzeria or something would do. Much work to do.
Much love,
Hermione
Tying the note back on Hedwig's outstretched leg, Hermione stood, glancing at her watch.
"Savannah has two and ½ hours still..." She though out loud, thinking of what to do with her time.
"Dr. Granger? Hurry, there's an emergency downstairs that needs your attention." A small mediwitch with graying hair said. Her robes were slightly darker than the apprentice's pale blue, indicating she was a nurse and not the formal doctor. Hermione quickly nodded, pulling her hair back in a messy bun and taking out the door, following the plump woman.
"Can I have the details please?" Hermione said, removing her wand from it's secure location and putting a protective guard on her face and hands (so she doesn't get any germs).
"Yes ma'am. Muggle hating wizards had invaded a small Muggle town...I'm not sure of the name, but it was bad. No Muggles were hurt, ma'am, but there were three witches, six wizards, and four children injured. There is a particular child that needs you to attend her quickly. She may only have moments to live if you don't save her." The plump woman said, easily weaving through herds of people clotting the waiting room.
"Thank you, I think I can take it from here. Just tell me which room it is and get these other people help," Hermione said, then hesitated.
"Room 6 B in this hall, ma'am. Is there something else?" She asked in a prodding way.
Hermione briefly chewed her lip, then sighed out her pride. "In the guest office is a young man, Dr. Draco Malfoy, who could be of great assistance. Send him wherever he is needed. Thanks," Hermione said, then quickly turned and set off at a mad dash to the directed room number.
Hermione didn't waste any time as she thrust open the door, already three doctors surrounding the child.
"Conditions? Symptoms? How long do I have to work?" Hermione said all in a rush as the other doctors cleared room for her.
"She is having shallow breathing, swelling of the brain, and a fatal reaction to the spell Muerto Verde, which causes a poisonous affect in the blood stream. The only way around it would be to do the counter spell, Salud Viva, which takes immense concentration of even the best mediwizards. Often two masters in the magical medical field hold hands to combine powers, but you're the only one..." The old, graying wizard said. His name was Dr. Eric Flemming, and was three years from retirement wearing a proud color of ocean blue.
"No time for waiting for another to arrive. Stand back," Hermione commanded, pushing up her sleeves. She gently touched the pale girl's forehead, her red hair plastered to her face with sweat.
"Sweetie, you'll be all right, ok?" Hermione said, muttering a calming spell on the child. Her brown eyes flew open, bloodshot as she forced out another shallow breath. Hermione smiled calmly, pulling out her wand and aiming it at the child's forehead.
"Salud Vi—"
"WAIT!" A male voice shouted from the door. A dismantled Draco Malfoy stood there, his robes wrinkled and his hair windblown from the effort of running down here.
"Another master?" Dr. Flemming asked with a raising brow. Hermione's heart sank.
"Draco, you should be seeing to other patients! I have this one under control! Now excuse me," Hermione said, staring back and focusing her energy. She felt someone grip her left hand, and give it a squeeze before synchronizing breaths. She closed her eyes and became one with the one she was holding hands with, and together, they raised their wands, both pointing at the girl's forehead. Hermione felt a headache brewing in the back of her mind as she shamelessly shoved it aside, having the peaceful words of the spell form first in her head, repeating them over and over, until they found a spot in her throat.
"Salud Viva," Draco and Hermione's voices said in unison, powerful and forceful as a wave of blue shot from their wands, webbing together as they enveloped the young girl. Her small hands with chipping pink nail polish on her fingernails, gripped hungrily at the bed sheets as her chest heaved in and out. Hermione watched in astonishment, feeling her energy being drained as she put all of her concentration in gripping the wand...and Draco's hand.
After what felt like an eternity, which was only a few minutes, the blue light disappeared. The little girl's eyes fluttered closed, not in death, but in a peaceful sleep.
"Congratulations, young witch, you've done it again," The dark skinned female mediwitch said, wearing robes of ocean blue, matching Flemming's.
"Yes..."Hermione said, still gripping Draco's hand ferociously, her wand hand's knuckles white from the firm grip.
"Miss Granger, you're beginning to hurt my hand," Draco said softly, his eyes resting calmly on Hermione's face. Hermione felt his gaze, but couldn't move. Her whole body ached from the effort, her head pounding. She had never felt this tired in her life, and slowly, fighting it with all her might, she faced Draco, blacking out on the floor.
WOW! I got like 15 reviews in one day! I wonder how many I'd get if I let the story stay up a few more days and not update it...hmm...oh well, I want to post this! Here are my first FiVe reviews! Thank you guys! Y'all rock!
ProzacBunny- thanks for being my first reviewer! You should feel lucky...lol.
Jess- aww, thanks! About the spacing problem...yea, that happened in all my other stories where I try to put more space but when it's uploaded, it doesn't work! I'll see if I can fix it though!
Dracosprincipessa- I think I spelt that right? shrugs idk! Well, thanks for your review, and I'm going to update soon! (sooner than you expected I bet!)
LadyProngs- lol, your review was exactly what I wanted (the begging part, that is!)
Liza- aw, thanks! I hope more people will end up loving it!
Well, I probably won't update this one the next day like I did with this chapter...but I think I'll have another one posted by this weekend...maybe? Finals are this Friday, Next Monday and Tuesday, so yea...no promises! Please review me and tell me what you think! And suggestions! Anything! Thanks y'all!
VBC
Disclaimer: Want to sue? To bad, REVIEW! (It's not mine!)
LAST TIME
"Well, well, Miss Granger. Pleasure seeing you here," a familiar tenor voice called from behind the desk.
"Malfoy..."Hermione murmured under her breath...
"Yes, that is my last name. Listen Miss Granger, I know we've had a...well, hard past, but honestly, don't we know each other's first names? We are going to be co-workers for some time, so might as well try to be on friendly terms..." Malfoy said, looking at his nails with unrequired interest, then quickly flashed the devilish smile that cause all the other witches to tremble and squeal in delight. Hermione smirked, closed the door and walked casually up to a chair placed strategically in front of his desk.
"Well, Draco, I'm sorry to say that you'll have to give me more than a seductive smile to win me over. Anyway, what are you here for?" Hermione asked in a professional tone, undoing her loose ponytail and allowing for her curls to cascade gently down her back. She gently crossed her legs, left over right, placed her right elbow on her knee, and rested her chin on her hand.
Draco stiffened slightly, and Hermione saw it. She saw his jaw twitch as she strategically had her curls tumbling down, covering a little bit of her face in a delicious manner. 'Two can play at this game' Hermione thought to herself, then smiled, giving herself the cute, innocent girl look.
"I, er, ahem. I am here on business, of course, and since I am as you've read in the Witch's Weekly, the Financial Supporter of Magical Healing, and I've heard of your works, if they are printed correctly, in the Wizard's Guide to...well, you know which magazine I'm talking about, you are the one who found the cure for Werewolfism, and that was without the sufficient amount of funds needed for the extend of research that you did. So, in behalf of the Ministry of Magic," Draco said, straightening with pride in his chair, "I am here to not only congratulate you, but to double your Magical Medical Researching funds. Do you have any questions?" Draco asked, leaning back in a poised way in his chair, bringing his right arm to his chin so he could abruptly rest his perfectly shaven face on it. Hermione blinked. He was teasing her in the way she had teased him!
Hermione sat up and gave him a pouty look, which wasn't his reaction as he quickly sat up, causing himself to launch forward in the chair, giving him major whiplash. He looked almost dismantled as a few hairs escaped they gelly prison and sheltered her left eyebrow in an on-so-cute way. Hermione smiled at the discomfort she had brought upon him.
"Do you not appreciate this generous offer?" Draco asked, quickly placing the hairs back in their position.
Hermione smiled. "Draco, how could you suggest such a thing? I am very grateful, and in fact, I've been working on some research that would require this amount of money. Haven't you ever wondered why there are squibs among Wizarding families? Well, I'm coming up with a way to peek into a person's ability to do magic before they are born. See, if you can do magic, your body sends off these little rays of energy, often in the colors orange, red, or yellow. I like to call these, well simply, magiwaves. I've checked my own, and they are yellow meaning my parents are both non-magic folk. If it is red, you are pure blood, and if it is orange, well, you are neither. I've just about run out of money to see if delivering a little joust of magic to them through the womb would give them the magical boost they needed to become a witch or wizard. I'm thoroughly positive it will work, though." Hermione explained, standing up in the excitement and waving her hands around as she spoke. Draco gave a classic smirk.
"Just like you, Miss Granger, to want to help those who are lesser than you. Don't think I forgot your stupid S.P.E.W. campaign! Thank goodness your beautiful mind was put to something better..." Draco said, picking up a quill and turning it in his fingers. Hermione blushed furiously.
"That was not, I repeat, NOT a waste of my time Draco Malfoy. It is simply that stupid, pompous fools like yourself are too shallow to see that the world doesn't revolve around them! Yes, I do have a house elf, and I pay her and give her clothes and a bed to sleep in at night!" Hermione said hotly, raking her fingers through her curly masses in frustration. Draco cocked an eyebrow. He hit his target.
"I wouldn't suppose this is my old house elf Doby's child? I heard him and Winky got hitched, and that Dumbledore himself married them. Yes, isn't their child...Dinky? Yes, of course. As a Malfoy I must keep track of former employees, whether or not they were slaves..." He droned on, dragging out the last word to execute it's full meaning. He knew Hermione would just bubble in anger at that. And boy was he right.
"DRACO! Ugh, no wonder I couldn't stand you in school! Your goal in life is to make me miserable! Well, thanks for the money, I'll be going now to start the experiments and help those who need my help, not help those that would win me a good name!" Hermione shouted, turned quickly and was about to leave when—
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, and the tone he used made Hermione know he was serious, and possibly...hurt? 'Ha ha,' she thought to herself, 'a Malfoy with a true heart...'
"I mean helping those 'Mudbloods' as you called me in school. You didn't really want to help them! You just wanted to better the image your sour father left you. Your money might have bought all those people's trust, Malfoy, but it didn't buy mine." Hermione said coldly, opening the door.
"You know what they say about people who assume..." Draco said, looking once again, unnecessarily at his nails.
"Oh Malfoy grow up, and maybe a real heart would do while you're at it," Hermione said, storming out of the guest office and slamming the door behind her. She quickly walked to her office where young Savannah sat diligently working on her paper, already at least 8 inches down the parchment. Hermione cleared her throat.
"Oh! Sorry Hermione, I just, I...well, got absorbed in my work!" Savannah said, cleaning up the bit of ink she splattered on her parchment with a flick of her wand. Hermione smiled warmly at her apprentice.
"Savannah, take a three hour lunch, you've written plenty. When you return, though, be ready to be engulfed in a new expierament. We have the funding now and we may be able to help the Squibs yet." Hermione said excitedly. Savannah's face lit up at this.
"I only wish they had done this back when my sister Sydney was born," She said sadly. Hermione nodded solemnly. She had only pursued this cure for Savannah and her love for her Squib sister, who was the only one in a whole wizarding family that wasn't a Witch.
"What's done is done," Hermione said, gently placing her hand on Savannah's shoulder. "Now, go out and have a fun three hour break. You best be back here at 12:30 sharp, though, or you'll have another paper to write," Hermione threatened, although she knew the threat was an empty one. Savannah smiled, then waved goodbye as she apparated out. Hermione gently closed her door, making sure it was locked securely. After satisfying her need for that...security, she calmly walked over to a pillow from the overstuffed armchair, took a deep breath, and put the pillow to her face, and let out a chilling scream of frustration. Feeling her goal was accomplished, Hermione walked to her desk and sat down, only to be frightened out of her mind when a familiar Snowy Owl knocked on her window.
"Hedwig!"
!!!I was going to end here, but then I got bored again!!!
Hedwig perched patiently as Hermione dashed to the window, letting the old Snowy owl in.
"Getting a bit old, are we girl?" Hermione said, gently patting her and taking the offered roll of parchment. Smiling, she sat down at her desk, pulled out some owl treats, and began merrily reading the note.
Hermione-
I hope you don't mind that my skills in writing letters hasn't increased over the two weeks we haven't seen each other, but really, I'm trying. So, I might as well get to the point of this whole thing before I forget.
I wanted to congratulate you in getting in the top ten "Most Eligible Bachlorettes," although I'm not sure it's something worth praise...anywho, that's not the purpose of this letter. I know you and Ginny are great friends, and she is in fact living in your flat for three weeks, so I was wondering, well, if you could give me a hint at her favorite color...or perhaps her favorite restaurant? With this dating thing coming up I want her to know that I'm going to stay loyal to her and only her, possibly just be there for the opportunity to let the press know I'm not currently single...and Hermione, I think this one's a keeper.
Thanks for your help,
Harry
Hermione laughed to herself as she pulled out a small piece of parchment and scribbled a short note.
Harry-
Honestly, you don't know these things? Shame on you! Just kidding, old friend. Her favorite color is jade green (wonder why...since it's your eye color!) and her favorite restaurant is...well, she doesn't really have one. I think she enjoys eating pizza the most, so probably a cute pizzeria or something would do. Much work to do.
Much love,
Hermione
Tying the note back on Hedwig's outstretched leg, Hermione stood, glancing at her watch.
"Savannah has two and ½ hours still..." She though out loud, thinking of what to do with her time.
"Dr. Granger? Hurry, there's an emergency downstairs that needs your attention." A small mediwitch with graying hair said. Her robes were slightly darker than the apprentice's pale blue, indicating she was a nurse and not the formal doctor. Hermione quickly nodded, pulling her hair back in a messy bun and taking out the door, following the plump woman.
"Can I have the details please?" Hermione said, removing her wand from it's secure location and putting a protective guard on her face and hands (so she doesn't get any germs).
"Yes ma'am. Muggle hating wizards had invaded a small Muggle town...I'm not sure of the name, but it was bad. No Muggles were hurt, ma'am, but there were three witches, six wizards, and four children injured. There is a particular child that needs you to attend her quickly. She may only have moments to live if you don't save her." The plump woman said, easily weaving through herds of people clotting the waiting room.
"Thank you, I think I can take it from here. Just tell me which room it is and get these other people help," Hermione said, then hesitated.
"Room 6 B in this hall, ma'am. Is there something else?" She asked in a prodding way.
Hermione briefly chewed her lip, then sighed out her pride. "In the guest office is a young man, Dr. Draco Malfoy, who could be of great assistance. Send him wherever he is needed. Thanks," Hermione said, then quickly turned and set off at a mad dash to the directed room number.
Hermione didn't waste any time as she thrust open the door, already three doctors surrounding the child.
"Conditions? Symptoms? How long do I have to work?" Hermione said all in a rush as the other doctors cleared room for her.
"She is having shallow breathing, swelling of the brain, and a fatal reaction to the spell Muerto Verde, which causes a poisonous affect in the blood stream. The only way around it would be to do the counter spell, Salud Viva, which takes immense concentration of even the best mediwizards. Often two masters in the magical medical field hold hands to combine powers, but you're the only one..." The old, graying wizard said. His name was Dr. Eric Flemming, and was three years from retirement wearing a proud color of ocean blue.
"No time for waiting for another to arrive. Stand back," Hermione commanded, pushing up her sleeves. She gently touched the pale girl's forehead, her red hair plastered to her face with sweat.
"Sweetie, you'll be all right, ok?" Hermione said, muttering a calming spell on the child. Her brown eyes flew open, bloodshot as she forced out another shallow breath. Hermione smiled calmly, pulling out her wand and aiming it at the child's forehead.
"Salud Vi—"
"WAIT!" A male voice shouted from the door. A dismantled Draco Malfoy stood there, his robes wrinkled and his hair windblown from the effort of running down here.
"Another master?" Dr. Flemming asked with a raising brow. Hermione's heart sank.
"Draco, you should be seeing to other patients! I have this one under control! Now excuse me," Hermione said, staring back and focusing her energy. She felt someone grip her left hand, and give it a squeeze before synchronizing breaths. She closed her eyes and became one with the one she was holding hands with, and together, they raised their wands, both pointing at the girl's forehead. Hermione felt a headache brewing in the back of her mind as she shamelessly shoved it aside, having the peaceful words of the spell form first in her head, repeating them over and over, until they found a spot in her throat.
"Salud Viva," Draco and Hermione's voices said in unison, powerful and forceful as a wave of blue shot from their wands, webbing together as they enveloped the young girl. Her small hands with chipping pink nail polish on her fingernails, gripped hungrily at the bed sheets as her chest heaved in and out. Hermione watched in astonishment, feeling her energy being drained as she put all of her concentration in gripping the wand...and Draco's hand.
After what felt like an eternity, which was only a few minutes, the blue light disappeared. The little girl's eyes fluttered closed, not in death, but in a peaceful sleep.
"Congratulations, young witch, you've done it again," The dark skinned female mediwitch said, wearing robes of ocean blue, matching Flemming's.
"Yes..."Hermione said, still gripping Draco's hand ferociously, her wand hand's knuckles white from the firm grip.
"Miss Granger, you're beginning to hurt my hand," Draco said softly, his eyes resting calmly on Hermione's face. Hermione felt his gaze, but couldn't move. Her whole body ached from the effort, her head pounding. She had never felt this tired in her life, and slowly, fighting it with all her might, she faced Draco, blacking out on the floor.
WOW! I got like 15 reviews in one day! I wonder how many I'd get if I let the story stay up a few more days and not update it...hmm...oh well, I want to post this! Here are my first FiVe reviews! Thank you guys! Y'all rock!
ProzacBunny- thanks for being my first reviewer! You should feel lucky...lol.
Jess- aww, thanks! About the spacing problem...yea, that happened in all my other stories where I try to put more space but when it's uploaded, it doesn't work! I'll see if I can fix it though!
Dracosprincipessa- I think I spelt that right? shrugs idk! Well, thanks for your review, and I'm going to update soon! (sooner than you expected I bet!)
LadyProngs- lol, your review was exactly what I wanted (the begging part, that is!)
Liza- aw, thanks! I hope more people will end up loving it!
Well, I probably won't update this one the next day like I did with this chapter...but I think I'll have another one posted by this weekend...maybe? Finals are this Friday, Next Monday and Tuesday, so yea...no promises! Please review me and tell me what you think! And suggestions! Anything! Thanks y'all!
VBC