Chapter Seven
A/N: Omg, I'm actually writing this, go me *does dance in corner. Okay, I am so super hyper, I just played basketball and my team kicks butt! Now...where was I, oh yes, I was just about to say that I am about to reveal my favorite character from Harry Potter...Draco Malfoy. Now wait before you start throwing rotten vegetables at me, the reason that I like him the most is because he is the most hidden character. He comes off as a mean person, but nobody knows if that's just what his father taught him, or what he really believes. Glad I got that out of my system, lol. Plus Tom Felton is a cutie. Do I have to write a disclaimer for every chapter? Did that one time I actually write one count? Whatever. Oh, warning, they are going to do some stuff in the chapter, I'm not saying who cause, well, I'm not exactly sure who yet.
George sat down roughly across from Hermione at a small table in the back of the library and was greeted with annoyance from the brunette with whom he was meeting.
"You're late," she said dully, "now we only have a half hour to work on the potion."
"I'm sorry, I had more important things to do. It's not my fault I actually have a social life." He snapped.
She looked up at him, the hurt in her eyes was evident, "Well I..."
"I'm sorry," he hung his head, "that was low."
She nodded and stood up, "The ingredients are in my bag, and I've hidden a cauldron over in the corner over there," she stopped to point, "but Madam Pince has been watching me since I got here. I think we should wait until she leaves. Besides, I don't think that Snape thought we would actually start working on our potion this evening, most students are still researching."
"We can't wait until Madam Pince leaves, she doesn't leave until the library closes at night," George pointed out.
"That's okay," she whispered, "I borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak so that we could get back to the dorms without a problem."
"Hermione Granger, thinking on her feet."
She studied his features for a second, his strong cheekbones, his perfect lips, the way the light shone off of his hair and his freckles glowed slightly. Seeing that she was watching him he bit back a smile, maybe she would see how sorry he was.
"Hermione," he said quietly, throwing her back into reality, "we should get to work."
"Now, I think that when we modify the potion we need to add ingredients, rather then take some out. I was thinking that this might take off the memory loss after-affect. Maybe we could even make the vomiting stop."
"Hmm...oh yeah, sure." Pretty soon Hermione was lost taking notes and George was surfing the shelves.
She had just stood up when the lights went out, row by row, the darkness seemingly eating away at the books. She heard George drop a few in surprise.
"George," she called, "let's get to work."
He walked up behind her, "Okay, let's go. What are we cooking up anyway?"
"I was thinking a regular love potion, one that just causes the least drastic symptoms," she answered, flipping open a book and turning a few pages. "I can't read in the darkness, I brought my lantern, it's under the table."
George took the hint and went to get the lantern for her, "Here, is this better," he asked holding it over her.
"Yup, it looks like I'll be draining my supplies on it," she answered running her finger down the page of ingredients. "Too bad really, it took me a few hours to get them."
"You could do it again," he answered and she knew she could as well.
"I've been researching this potion for days now, I've looked through various forms but I thought this would be the least complicated."
George took a look at the book, "Least complicated," he said in astonishment.
She took a few jars out of her bag and took out some measuring tools, then began pouring things into the bubbling cauldron. A few ingredients causing the potion to hiss with displeasure, and releasing a stagnant scent into the air.
"That smells," George said, making a face, "it's going to lead Filch right to us!"
"No it won't, I've cast a spell to mask it," she assured him, "besides it only takes a few hours to complete."
"Only a few hours," he repeated sarcastically, then he went and sat in the window.
She wiped her hands together after she threw in the last ingredient, then stirred it with a wooden spoon she had obviously taken from the dungeons. She noticed George staring out the window, looking at him now she had to admit that he looked heavenly. The moon made him glow; it was like she was looking at his aura, pure white. She made her way over to where he was sitting and began to watch the night sky, every now and then looking at George.
"You know after I found you in the hallway I went to the Astronomy Tower. God, I didn't know what to think, all I could think was that it wasn't your fault," He said dismally.
"It wasn't," she said almost inaudibly.
"I know, but all I could see was your face connected to his face, and I got jealous. What was I supposed to do, you know..." he turned to face her, "I didn't want to believe that you let him do that. I couldn't believe that you were kissing my brother, or that I had been so wrong about you. A few days ago Fred told me what really happened, and by that time you were avoiding me as much as possible, so I never got a chance to apologize."
He slid down and put a palm on her cheek, "Don't," she tried to whisper, but he either didn't hear it, or chose not to listen.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear as his other hand slid up her side and neck until it reached her lips and she kissed his palm lightly.
"Don't," she tried again, but his breath was warm on her neck, and deep inside of her, she knew she didn't want him to stop.
"Forgive me," he whispered again.
She stepped back from him carefully, "I don't know if I can."
He nodded and her words seemed to sink in, "Fine." He climbed back up to his window.
"George." she took a few steps toward him and placed a hand on his knee, "I'm not sure..."
He closed his eyes as her hand slid up his body toward his chest, and gently guided her hand with his own to rest on his face. He again slid down from the window and placed a finger underneath her chin; then, much to her surprise he pressed his lips gently to hers.
When he pulled away she let out a quiet sigh and looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could get out any words though, he brought his lips down against hers, flipped her around, and pressed her into the wall. She could feel his arousal against her side and the heat she felt between her legs signaled how the night would go. His tongue slid gently into her mouth, with no resistance from her, and she began to grind her hips into his.
His lips trailed seductively down her neck leaving a hot, wet trail behind. She moaned throatily and ran her fingers through his hair. He slid her shirt up over her head and proceeded to let his lips trail down her stomach to the waistline of her skirt. She tried not to seem too anxious, but she could barely contain herself. His hands explored the milky-white skin that his lips hadn't yet touched as her chest heaved against him.
She gently pulled his face up to hers and licked across his lower jaw, his eyes widened but he quickly recovered by gently lifting her up off of the ground. She wrapped her legs around him and he groaned at her closeness. His hands traveled up her back and unclasped her bra in one swift movement leaving her shivering in the cold air.
"Are you cold," he asked looking into her eyes sliding one of his hands up her side while the other worked on unbuttoning her skirt.
"Mmm," was the sound that emitted from her throat.
"I can change that," he whispered breathing in deeply.
He felt her nipple harden underneath his palm and he began to massage her breast gently. Her body withdrew slightly, and for good reason. She had never felt like this before, sure, she had once had a crush on Ron, but that led nowhere, and Harry had kissed her once or twice, but it was nothing like this. Soon, she warmed up to his touch, and quickly became used the way his hands were gentle, but at the same time demanding. She took the time he was spending on each part of her body to her advantage and he hands soon found their way to his pants. She unbuckled them gently and slid her hands over his excitement and his breathing quickened.
Soon his pants and her skirt were lying disregarded on the floor and he had slid her onto a nearby table. Her body was heaving when he finally pulled down her panties and stuck a finger inside of her, she moaned loudly. She looked at his red silk boxers and giggled slightly, but was interrupted with another moan. She was so close, he could tell that much just by looking at her face, but he wasn't ready to send her over the edge yet.
Her fingers closed around the soft fabric of his boxers and slid them down around his knees her fingers gently brushing over what was his sex. He sucked in his breath harshly and then looked into her eyes again for confirmation. When she gave him a small smile he eased inside of her gently. He moved in and out of her while she moaned explicitly and lifted her hips to meet his. Inside, she was writing in pain, but the comfort in his touch said that things would only get better.
"George," she moaned, "you can push harder."
He obliged to her demand and pushed himself further inside of her, watching as she writhed in the pain of losing her virginity and the pleasure that rushed over her body. He too was close to the edge, and with one last movement of her hips sent him deep into his orgasm. He gently wiped the sweat away from her forehead and lay a string of feather light kisses there. Then he rolled over and let her lay against his chest.
Hermione quickly whispered a spell to ward of any chance of pregnancy and rolled over.
"Hermione, I think the potion is done," he whispered to her, but found that she had fallen asleep against him.
Hermione opened her eyes to find Neville once again writing. He looked up at her warmly and motioned for her to come and sit across from him.
"It's been a while since you have come here, I'm assuming that you got some dreamless sleep draught from Madame Promfrey." he sounded slightly disappointed.
"I did, don't be angry with me, these dreams drain my body of energy."
"Then why are you dreaming tonight," he asked raising an eyebrow at her.
"Don't be thick," she said, "I obviously didn't take the potion this evening."
"Why not?"
"I haven't been in my room for a while," she said blushing.
He left it at that, thank heavens, but he stood and walked toward her.
"I want you to have this," he said handing her the journal, "I think that you should read it first. I just want you to know why everything happened the way it did..."
She looked up at him with widened eyes, "But it's yours..."
"It isn't going to be with you when you wake in the morning. You are going to find it on your own; or rather it's going to come to you soon.
"It's in your room though, isn't it...hidden somewhere," she said rationally, "that's why it wasn't removed after you."
"Very good Hermione," he answered, "but where could it be hidden, take a good look at it now so you know what you are looking for."
She looked at the dragon hide journal, there was obviously a spell on it that locked it, and the shape of the keyhole was unlike any other, it looked like something had to be opened up to fit in the hole.
"Hermione, wake up," George nudged her lightly, "we have to get back to the tower or we'll be found."
She opened her eyes groggily; "The cloak is in my bag." She quickly poured the completed potion into a few empty bottles, corked them, and then wrapped the cloak around her shoulders.
Walking back to the tower was a difficult process, they were almost caught by Filch after George tripped down the stairs and Hermione burst into a fit of giggles, and they turned a corner and almost ran head-on into Snape who was patrolling the halls. The feeling of sneaking around with George, who knew exactly how to cause mischief, and not get caught mind you, was exhilarating. When they finally returned to the tower the common rooms warmth welcomed them and they both fells asleep on the couch.
The next morning at breakfast Fred leaned over and whispered into his brother's ear, "You slept with her didn't you?"
George nodded, "Yes, I did."
Fred blushed and looked at the food on his plate, "I see."
Hermione noticed this and watched him carefully, something seemed to be going on inside of him, and she wasn't sure whether she should be scared of him or she should try to help him. She kicked George and nodded at Fred.
George looked at him then shrugged to his girlfriend. He, on the other hand, could see nothing wrong with his brother, but if he knew what was going on in Fred's head, surely he would have done something. Hermione was sure of it, as she watched him poke at his omelet with his fork, there was something dreadfully wrong.
A/n: er...well...that wasn't very long, but you see, it's Sunday and I have to write a ton of essay's so I can't write more, but their relationship isn't fixed yet, and Hermione is about to discover some very scary things.
Plastic: Actually your question is kind of part of the plot, it sort of ties in with what happened to Neville.
Alexa: Lol, I think if everyone got to be with a character from the book there would be no one left for Hermione anyway, lol.
Snapes Potion Mistress: Yes, Draco will make another appearance, though it will probably be for the dark side. I mean I know that a lot of people want him to be good, me especially, but he just can't.
Drue: Glad that's cleared up, lol. I'm glad that you like the story though.
Gwen Potter: Lol, I think that since Malfoy is a bad boy it adds to his appeal, sex appeal that is. Yes, Fred is human, a confused one, but one nonetheless.
Safety Pin Bandit: I'm glad you think that the plot is coming along, because I think so too. Although the end is going to be "different."
SyscoCallie: Omg, omg! I am so sorry, I totally didn't mean to forget you, I am sooooo sorry! Omg, I'm such a brainless idiot. Omg! I know that was short (looks around nervously), I am so sorry! You are one of the people that got this story off of it's feet, if this ever happens again yell at me relentlessly! I feel so bad; I'm going to make up for it by writing a lot. I can't believe I did that! I hope you liked this chapter, it wasn't particularly wrong, but what do they do after they've had sex.righto. Cheerio.
Lidehtium: Sorry about the length, everyone seems to be annoyed with that, I was just very um.tired, and busy, I had a fun weekend without my parents home (grins evilly). I was a perfect little angel.
Dark Devil: I don't like people to die either, but it was necessary to get my point across.
Miz Megan: I'm a very strong D/Hr shipper, don't ask me how I ended up writing this!?!
WindRider-Damia: Thank you! Talent, I love that word, very few people say that to me though. Lol, thanks again.
Paws10081: He has to seem a little bit off for the plot to work.
Swimgirl: Guys.I think that it's because they are.well who knows.
X-eternity: lol, aw geese, don't bow.a simple twenty dollar bill will suffice. Lol.
MFCA: lol, um, I hope I kept it, but it's sorta longish shortish, hehe
HurdlingBaybe06: Did I make up for it? It was long compared to my last one tho.
Guenevere Morgan: Don't hate Fred too much.coughs, you'll see why in the end.
A/N: Omg, I'm actually writing this, go me *does dance in corner. Okay, I am so super hyper, I just played basketball and my team kicks butt! Now...where was I, oh yes, I was just about to say that I am about to reveal my favorite character from Harry Potter...Draco Malfoy. Now wait before you start throwing rotten vegetables at me, the reason that I like him the most is because he is the most hidden character. He comes off as a mean person, but nobody knows if that's just what his father taught him, or what he really believes. Glad I got that out of my system, lol. Plus Tom Felton is a cutie. Do I have to write a disclaimer for every chapter? Did that one time I actually write one count? Whatever. Oh, warning, they are going to do some stuff in the chapter, I'm not saying who cause, well, I'm not exactly sure who yet.
George sat down roughly across from Hermione at a small table in the back of the library and was greeted with annoyance from the brunette with whom he was meeting.
"You're late," she said dully, "now we only have a half hour to work on the potion."
"I'm sorry, I had more important things to do. It's not my fault I actually have a social life." He snapped.
She looked up at him, the hurt in her eyes was evident, "Well I..."
"I'm sorry," he hung his head, "that was low."
She nodded and stood up, "The ingredients are in my bag, and I've hidden a cauldron over in the corner over there," she stopped to point, "but Madam Pince has been watching me since I got here. I think we should wait until she leaves. Besides, I don't think that Snape thought we would actually start working on our potion this evening, most students are still researching."
"We can't wait until Madam Pince leaves, she doesn't leave until the library closes at night," George pointed out.
"That's okay," she whispered, "I borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak so that we could get back to the dorms without a problem."
"Hermione Granger, thinking on her feet."
She studied his features for a second, his strong cheekbones, his perfect lips, the way the light shone off of his hair and his freckles glowed slightly. Seeing that she was watching him he bit back a smile, maybe she would see how sorry he was.
"Hermione," he said quietly, throwing her back into reality, "we should get to work."
"Now, I think that when we modify the potion we need to add ingredients, rather then take some out. I was thinking that this might take off the memory loss after-affect. Maybe we could even make the vomiting stop."
"Hmm...oh yeah, sure." Pretty soon Hermione was lost taking notes and George was surfing the shelves.
She had just stood up when the lights went out, row by row, the darkness seemingly eating away at the books. She heard George drop a few in surprise.
"George," she called, "let's get to work."
He walked up behind her, "Okay, let's go. What are we cooking up anyway?"
"I was thinking a regular love potion, one that just causes the least drastic symptoms," she answered, flipping open a book and turning a few pages. "I can't read in the darkness, I brought my lantern, it's under the table."
George took the hint and went to get the lantern for her, "Here, is this better," he asked holding it over her.
"Yup, it looks like I'll be draining my supplies on it," she answered running her finger down the page of ingredients. "Too bad really, it took me a few hours to get them."
"You could do it again," he answered and she knew she could as well.
"I've been researching this potion for days now, I've looked through various forms but I thought this would be the least complicated."
George took a look at the book, "Least complicated," he said in astonishment.
She took a few jars out of her bag and took out some measuring tools, then began pouring things into the bubbling cauldron. A few ingredients causing the potion to hiss with displeasure, and releasing a stagnant scent into the air.
"That smells," George said, making a face, "it's going to lead Filch right to us!"
"No it won't, I've cast a spell to mask it," she assured him, "besides it only takes a few hours to complete."
"Only a few hours," he repeated sarcastically, then he went and sat in the window.
She wiped her hands together after she threw in the last ingredient, then stirred it with a wooden spoon she had obviously taken from the dungeons. She noticed George staring out the window, looking at him now she had to admit that he looked heavenly. The moon made him glow; it was like she was looking at his aura, pure white. She made her way over to where he was sitting and began to watch the night sky, every now and then looking at George.
"You know after I found you in the hallway I went to the Astronomy Tower. God, I didn't know what to think, all I could think was that it wasn't your fault," He said dismally.
"It wasn't," she said almost inaudibly.
"I know, but all I could see was your face connected to his face, and I got jealous. What was I supposed to do, you know..." he turned to face her, "I didn't want to believe that you let him do that. I couldn't believe that you were kissing my brother, or that I had been so wrong about you. A few days ago Fred told me what really happened, and by that time you were avoiding me as much as possible, so I never got a chance to apologize."
He slid down and put a palm on her cheek, "Don't," she tried to whisper, but he either didn't hear it, or chose not to listen.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear as his other hand slid up her side and neck until it reached her lips and she kissed his palm lightly.
"Don't," she tried again, but his breath was warm on her neck, and deep inside of her, she knew she didn't want him to stop.
"Forgive me," he whispered again.
She stepped back from him carefully, "I don't know if I can."
He nodded and her words seemed to sink in, "Fine." He climbed back up to his window.
"George." she took a few steps toward him and placed a hand on his knee, "I'm not sure..."
He closed his eyes as her hand slid up his body toward his chest, and gently guided her hand with his own to rest on his face. He again slid down from the window and placed a finger underneath her chin; then, much to her surprise he pressed his lips gently to hers.
When he pulled away she let out a quiet sigh and looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could get out any words though, he brought his lips down against hers, flipped her around, and pressed her into the wall. She could feel his arousal against her side and the heat she felt between her legs signaled how the night would go. His tongue slid gently into her mouth, with no resistance from her, and she began to grind her hips into his.
His lips trailed seductively down her neck leaving a hot, wet trail behind. She moaned throatily and ran her fingers through his hair. He slid her shirt up over her head and proceeded to let his lips trail down her stomach to the waistline of her skirt. She tried not to seem too anxious, but she could barely contain herself. His hands explored the milky-white skin that his lips hadn't yet touched as her chest heaved against him.
She gently pulled his face up to hers and licked across his lower jaw, his eyes widened but he quickly recovered by gently lifting her up off of the ground. She wrapped her legs around him and he groaned at her closeness. His hands traveled up her back and unclasped her bra in one swift movement leaving her shivering in the cold air.
"Are you cold," he asked looking into her eyes sliding one of his hands up her side while the other worked on unbuttoning her skirt.
"Mmm," was the sound that emitted from her throat.
"I can change that," he whispered breathing in deeply.
He felt her nipple harden underneath his palm and he began to massage her breast gently. Her body withdrew slightly, and for good reason. She had never felt like this before, sure, she had once had a crush on Ron, but that led nowhere, and Harry had kissed her once or twice, but it was nothing like this. Soon, she warmed up to his touch, and quickly became used the way his hands were gentle, but at the same time demanding. She took the time he was spending on each part of her body to her advantage and he hands soon found their way to his pants. She unbuckled them gently and slid her hands over his excitement and his breathing quickened.
Soon his pants and her skirt were lying disregarded on the floor and he had slid her onto a nearby table. Her body was heaving when he finally pulled down her panties and stuck a finger inside of her, she moaned loudly. She looked at his red silk boxers and giggled slightly, but was interrupted with another moan. She was so close, he could tell that much just by looking at her face, but he wasn't ready to send her over the edge yet.
Her fingers closed around the soft fabric of his boxers and slid them down around his knees her fingers gently brushing over what was his sex. He sucked in his breath harshly and then looked into her eyes again for confirmation. When she gave him a small smile he eased inside of her gently. He moved in and out of her while she moaned explicitly and lifted her hips to meet his. Inside, she was writing in pain, but the comfort in his touch said that things would only get better.
"George," she moaned, "you can push harder."
He obliged to her demand and pushed himself further inside of her, watching as she writhed in the pain of losing her virginity and the pleasure that rushed over her body. He too was close to the edge, and with one last movement of her hips sent him deep into his orgasm. He gently wiped the sweat away from her forehead and lay a string of feather light kisses there. Then he rolled over and let her lay against his chest.
Hermione quickly whispered a spell to ward of any chance of pregnancy and rolled over.
"Hermione, I think the potion is done," he whispered to her, but found that she had fallen asleep against him.
Hermione opened her eyes to find Neville once again writing. He looked up at her warmly and motioned for her to come and sit across from him.
"It's been a while since you have come here, I'm assuming that you got some dreamless sleep draught from Madame Promfrey." he sounded slightly disappointed.
"I did, don't be angry with me, these dreams drain my body of energy."
"Then why are you dreaming tonight," he asked raising an eyebrow at her.
"Don't be thick," she said, "I obviously didn't take the potion this evening."
"Why not?"
"I haven't been in my room for a while," she said blushing.
He left it at that, thank heavens, but he stood and walked toward her.
"I want you to have this," he said handing her the journal, "I think that you should read it first. I just want you to know why everything happened the way it did..."
She looked up at him with widened eyes, "But it's yours..."
"It isn't going to be with you when you wake in the morning. You are going to find it on your own; or rather it's going to come to you soon.
"It's in your room though, isn't it...hidden somewhere," she said rationally, "that's why it wasn't removed after you."
"Very good Hermione," he answered, "but where could it be hidden, take a good look at it now so you know what you are looking for."
She looked at the dragon hide journal, there was obviously a spell on it that locked it, and the shape of the keyhole was unlike any other, it looked like something had to be opened up to fit in the hole.
"Hermione, wake up," George nudged her lightly, "we have to get back to the tower or we'll be found."
She opened her eyes groggily; "The cloak is in my bag." She quickly poured the completed potion into a few empty bottles, corked them, and then wrapped the cloak around her shoulders.
Walking back to the tower was a difficult process, they were almost caught by Filch after George tripped down the stairs and Hermione burst into a fit of giggles, and they turned a corner and almost ran head-on into Snape who was patrolling the halls. The feeling of sneaking around with George, who knew exactly how to cause mischief, and not get caught mind you, was exhilarating. When they finally returned to the tower the common rooms warmth welcomed them and they both fells asleep on the couch.
The next morning at breakfast Fred leaned over and whispered into his brother's ear, "You slept with her didn't you?"
George nodded, "Yes, I did."
Fred blushed and looked at the food on his plate, "I see."
Hermione noticed this and watched him carefully, something seemed to be going on inside of him, and she wasn't sure whether she should be scared of him or she should try to help him. She kicked George and nodded at Fred.
George looked at him then shrugged to his girlfriend. He, on the other hand, could see nothing wrong with his brother, but if he knew what was going on in Fred's head, surely he would have done something. Hermione was sure of it, as she watched him poke at his omelet with his fork, there was something dreadfully wrong.
A/n: er...well...that wasn't very long, but you see, it's Sunday and I have to write a ton of essay's so I can't write more, but their relationship isn't fixed yet, and Hermione is about to discover some very scary things.
Plastic: Actually your question is kind of part of the plot, it sort of ties in with what happened to Neville.
Alexa: Lol, I think if everyone got to be with a character from the book there would be no one left for Hermione anyway, lol.
Snapes Potion Mistress: Yes, Draco will make another appearance, though it will probably be for the dark side. I mean I know that a lot of people want him to be good, me especially, but he just can't.
Drue: Glad that's cleared up, lol. I'm glad that you like the story though.
Gwen Potter: Lol, I think that since Malfoy is a bad boy it adds to his appeal, sex appeal that is. Yes, Fred is human, a confused one, but one nonetheless.
Safety Pin Bandit: I'm glad you think that the plot is coming along, because I think so too. Although the end is going to be "different."
SyscoCallie: Omg, omg! I am so sorry, I totally didn't mean to forget you, I am sooooo sorry! Omg, I'm such a brainless idiot. Omg! I know that was short (looks around nervously), I am so sorry! You are one of the people that got this story off of it's feet, if this ever happens again yell at me relentlessly! I feel so bad; I'm going to make up for it by writing a lot. I can't believe I did that! I hope you liked this chapter, it wasn't particularly wrong, but what do they do after they've had sex.righto. Cheerio.
Lidehtium: Sorry about the length, everyone seems to be annoyed with that, I was just very um.tired, and busy, I had a fun weekend without my parents home (grins evilly). I was a perfect little angel.
Dark Devil: I don't like people to die either, but it was necessary to get my point across.
Miz Megan: I'm a very strong D/Hr shipper, don't ask me how I ended up writing this!?!
WindRider-Damia: Thank you! Talent, I love that word, very few people say that to me though. Lol, thanks again.
Paws10081: He has to seem a little bit off for the plot to work.
Swimgirl: Guys.I think that it's because they are.well who knows.
X-eternity: lol, aw geese, don't bow.a simple twenty dollar bill will suffice. Lol.
MFCA: lol, um, I hope I kept it, but it's sorta longish shortish, hehe
HurdlingBaybe06: Did I make up for it? It was long compared to my last one tho.
Guenevere Morgan: Don't hate Fred too much.coughs, you'll see why in the end.