Ginny's eyes were wide open with shock. "Harry, what are you - "

Harry's eyes settled on her, and he smiled widely. "Hi, Ginny. Have you seen Cho?"

"Um . . . "

"About five foot six, long dark hair - "

"I know what she looks like, Harry," she said. "But why - "

"Have you seen her?"

Ginny was suddenly very angry about being interrupted so often in the past few minutes. "Why do you want to see her!" she said very loud and fast so Harry couldn't get a chance to interrupt her again.

Harry's smile curved up even more. " 'Cause I want her," he said, licking his lips.

Ginny's mouth fell open slightly, and she felt concerned for Cho's personal safety. "N-no, I haven't seen her, sorry."

From behind the privacy curtain, Cho gave a silent sigh of relief. She realized she was crushing Draco's bandaged knee and moved slightly, causing the mattress to let out a small squeak (sounding not unlike Ron did earlier that day).

Harry's head whipped in the direction of Draco's bed.

"Harry, that's just Draco," Ginny said quickly, feeling very creeped out by Harry's strange behavior. "He's, ah, sleeping."

"Can't hurt to look," Harry said, reaching out to pull back the curtain.

"Touch the curtain and die, Potter," Draco said in the most threatening voice he could muster up with a nose bandage. He scrambled for something to say and settled on another threat, although his wand had been temporarily confiscated (he'd tried to bewitch his bedsheets so that they were black satin). "I've still got my wand - "

"Well, then. Expelliarmus," Harry said easily. When no wand soared into his hand, he grinned. "Lying, Ferret?" He yanked the curtain aside, then let out a triumphant yell. "There you are, Cho! I've been looking for you all over! I swear, this love spell you've got me under is making me rabid with desire, if you know what I mean . . . "

Cho shrieked and wrenched herself away from Harry's outstretched arm. She leaped off of Draco's hospital bed and backed away from him. When he stepped closer to her, she tried to dart past him toward the double doors but he caught her around her middle.

"I'll scream!" she yelled. "Let me go, creep!"

"I can't. You've got me under a spell, literally," Harry grinned, pulling her closer.

Ginny watched the scene unfold in confusion and terror, then grabbed her wand from her nightstand. She hid it behind her back after she carefully got off her bed and stood unsteadily on the ground. "Harry, what are you doing?"

Harry ignored Ginny and began to kiss Cho's neck. With his free hand, he ripped off his glasses and tossed them aside; they were getting in the way. Cho struggled against him but he was too strong. "Help!" she tried to scream, but Harry muttered "Silencio!" and she couldn't talk at all.

Ginny decided Harry had gone too far. "Stup - " she began, but Harry was too quick.

"Expelliarmus," he said calmly, and her wand zipped into his hand.

"Draco, do something!" Ginny yelled, detaching herself from the magical heart-monitor machine so she could start attacking Harry. He wasn't watching her anymore, engrossed in Cho's neck. Ginny darted behind Harry, then grabbed the fist in which he was clutching their wands, making sure that neither of the wands was pointed at her.

"Get - off - her!" she grunted, trying to wrench the wands out of his tight fist. "Draco - do - something - " Harry's other fist came out of nowhere and slammed into her face. Fortunately his knuckles hit the non-bruised side, but she nevertheless was sent spinning into the wall, emitting a strangled yell of pain.

Perhaps it was the sound of an injured Ginny that snapped Draco out of his horrified trance. He ripped off his nose bandage, feeling it would get in the way. He hopped out of bed toward Harry, who had enveloped Cho in a death grip and looked, ah, lecherous. Maniacally so. Draco sneaked up behind Harry, going into Seeker mode and planning a strategy. He caught a glimpse of Cho over Harry's shoulder, mouthing something. He could only make out "The spell . . . " but the words after that were lost on him. He decided that he would try to physically knock out Harry instead of attempting to get the wands. It had been easy to do by the lakeside, but then again, Harry had been drunk and wasn't as reckless. Draco couldn't imagine what had come over Harry, but he supposed Cho's love spell was starting to, well, go bad.

Without saying anything, Draco brought the heel of his hand into contact with Harry's temple, causing Harry to stagger sideways away from him. Before he could think of a proper spell to subdue Draco, Harry felt the heel of Draco's hand once more, but this time in his left eye. Temporarily blinded, Harry's grip loosened as he moaned in pain.

Cho took advantage of this and tugged at the wands in Harry's fist. To her surprise, they slipped out easily and she tossed them to Draco. He caught them, but he threw them aside carelessly on Ginny's empty bed. He was consumed by the desire to hurt Harry. He had never felt anything quite like it, but seeing Ginny lying still on the floor with red marks where Harry had hit her, he suddenly had one mission: injure Harry. Inflict pain on Harry. Kill Harry.

He breathed hard through his nose and rolled up his sleeves. Harry turned toward him, blinking rapidly. His left eye was very bloodshot. An ugly look came over Harry's face. "You want to fight over this, huh, Malfoy? Fight over Cho?"

Draco said nothing but advanced toward Harry, stepping over the fallen magical heart monitor. He narrowed his eyes as Harry let go of Cho and shoved her aside. "Well, then. Let's fight." He threw a punch that, had it hit its mark, would have knocked Draco out cold. But Draco deflected it easily with his forearm. A fury he had never known smoldered within him. He felt a tiny shiver pass all through his body. His muscles were taut, ready.

Harry gave a bark of laughter. "Look what the Ferret - "

He had no chance to finish his sentence, for Draco's fist crashed into his jawbone, dislocating it. His other fist slammed into Harry's solar plexus. Harry gasped for breath and weakly tried to throw another punch, but Draco couldn't be stopped. The heel of his hand came up again, this time crashing into Harry's nose. Harry let out a yell of pain and sank to his knees. His vision had left him; he saw darkness all around him. And then he passed out.

Draco lifted the heel of his foot, preparing to jam it right below Harry's rib cage, but a moan from across the room stopped his foot just in time. It was Ginny.

He rushed over to her, snapping out of his Kill Harry frame of mind. "Ginny!" he whispered tremulously. He knelt next to her, cradled her head in the hook of his elbow, and laid a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyelids fluttered open.

"Draco," she breathed. "You're here."

"I've always been here," he replied, and bent his head to kiss her full on the lips.

It was then that Cho led Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey into the hospital wing.

"Draco Malfoy!" Madame Pomfrey cried out when she saw the scene before her. His head popped up, surprised, and Ginny scrambled out of his arms.

"What has happened here?" Dumbledore demanded.

Cho, evidently cured of her silencing charm, let out a scream and pointed at Harry's body. "Oh, my God!"

All eyes turned to her and then to Harry. He was sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Blood shone on his face; it trickled from his left eye, dripped from his mouth, and flowed freely from his broken nose. Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey immediately knelt on either side of him and began to converse in low voices, applying various charms with their wands.

Draco and Ginny turned back to each other. Ginny looked horrified. "Did you do all that to him?"

Draco nodded. "It was weird, I was just so . . . angry. It felt so good to hit him."

"Don't say things like that," Ginny said, nonetheless settling back into him.

"How's your head? Did he knock you out?"

Ginny waved his hand away. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt too much. What about you? You look pretty much okay."

A half-smile came over Draco's face. "Let's just say Harry could take it, but he couldn't dish it back out."

Ginny clicked her tongue. "You didn't have to hurt him so badly. This is the second time you've beaten him up, you know."

"Don't tell me it doesn't satisfy you a little to see him like that?"

Ginny grinned. "I can't lie."

"Atta girl." He smiled back at her, taking in her beauty. He forgot all about Harry and the whole hospital wing; he couldn't believe he was sitting here, arms wrapped around Ginny, talking like old friends. Talking like they were lo -

"Draco Malfoy!" Dumbledore's voice boomed, interrupting Draco's thoughts. "Come over here, let's talk. Just a few minutes."

Draco dropped his arms from where they had surrounded Ginny and obeyed Dumbledore. "Yes, Professor?"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. He looked very tired. Apparently the events of the past few days - the Quidditch match and its consequent chaos - were taking a toll on him that was much more exhausting than battling the forces of evil. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Chang here tells me that you did this to Harry . . . single-handedly."

Draco swallowed and used Ginny's line. "I can't lie. Yes, I beat him up. But - did Cho tell you why?" he asked, suddenly uncertain. Was he going to be expelled . . . ?

Dumbledore heaved a sigh. "Apparently, Harry was, ah, a bit out of his mind - "

"Try 'going to rape me'," Cho spat, looking with disgust at Harry's body on the ground. Madame Pomfrey was clearing up the bleeding with a few spells.

Draco furrowed his brow. "Well, it is sort of your fault, isn't it?" he muttered to Cho, unsure if she told Dumbledore this part. She bit her bottom lip. She hadn't.

"Professor, Harry was going kind of insane because . . . well, because he thought he was under a love spell," she confessed. Draco was confused - why should she be looking so guilty?

He felt a warm hand slip into his as Ginny joined the group around Harry's body. Hi, she mouthed cheerfully at him. All of a sudden, Ginny was feeling quite happy. Carefree, perhaps. He smiled warmly back at her.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Is there something going on here that I don't know about? Because occurrences at Hogwarts of which I am not aware are very few and far between. Now. Miss Weasley, please stop fawning over Mr. Malfoy, and vice versa, until I sort out what Miss Chang was saying." He turned back to Cho. "He thought he was under a love spell?"

Cho glanced at Draco and Ginny. "Is it okay if I tell him everything?"

Ginny blushed. "Like, . . . everything?" She considered this, images of Draco and their various places of snoggage. Her eyes found Dumbledore's twinkly ones behind his half-moon spectacles. She nodded.

Draco shrugged, thinking about the times he'd been with Ginny. "Sure," he said to Cho, smiling inwardly at the memories. Everything seemed fine to him all of a sudden. He had the girl, it seemed. Harry was unconscious. He had won the Quidditch match - his first win for Slytherin against Gryffindor. (Okay, so they both won. Still, though. It's the principle of the thing.)

Cho took a deep breath. And then another. "Okay, Professor. So, it all began one evening when Draco and I sneaked off to rendezvous in an empty classroom, only Harry and Ginny had the same idea. So Ginny and I were waiting in rooms right next to each other - I mean of course we didn't know about each other, we were just waiting for our guys - and then Harry and Draco can't count, so um . . . " She blushed crimson. "I ended up snogging Harry, and Draco was with Ginny and . . . things sort of went downhill from there."

Dumbledore nodded. "Apparently," he said dryly, gesturing toward Harry's limp body.

"So, when we were in the Forbidden Forest, it happened again and Ginny and Harry officially broke up and I . . . I pretended to place a love spell on Harry, just to spite Draco because he was all over Ginny." She hung her head in shame.

Draco spluttered. "Wait, you pretended to? As in, Potter wasn't under one?"

Cho shook her head meekly.

Ginny gasped. "You mean he was attacking you under his own free will? That sick psycho-freak!" she cried.

Cho felt the need to defend Harry. "He thought he was under a love spell. You guys know that, you saw how he acted!"

Dumbledore cut in. "Is this the reason he was missing the day of the Quidditch match?"

She nodded, biting her lip. Her next words were so quiet the other three had to lean in to hear them. "We were . . . in my dormitory."

Draco's eyes widened. Ginny saw him trying to hide a grin of amusement. He had to hold his breath and clench his jaw to keep from laughing. She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to Cho, who now resembled Ron in the shade of burgundy her face had become.

"So," said Dumbledore, breaking the awkward silence, his beard twitching, "all of you are at fault then for these very unusual situations?"

"All of us?" Ginny blurted, surprised. What was she at fault for?

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "You were out of bed at midnight, Miss Weasley, the night you and Harry, aha, sneaked off. Surely you agree that this goes against Hogwarts school rules?"

Ginny nodded meekly.

"All of you are guilty of that. Miss Chang, you certainly owe an apology to Harry for deceiving him, although that's technically not against Hogwarts school rules. And Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore turned to him. "I know that your motive was mostly noble, but Madame Pomfrey and I do think you went too far."

Draco shrugged. He wasn't sorry for what he did. Yet.

"And so that's why you'll be doing detention for a month with Professor McGonagoll."

"A month?!" Draco yelped.

Dumbledore nodded. Madame Pomfrey looked up from where she was still kneeling on the ground next to Harry. "I hardly think that's enough, Dumbledore," she said curtly, shooting Draco a disapproving look. "Considering the physical damage - external and internal - he inflicted upon poor Harry here."

"Yes, I understand," said the Professor, "but what with his motives, and what Harry was apparently doing to Miss Chang here . . . "

Draco restrained himself from rolling his eyes. Every other student in Hogwarts was Miss So-and-So or Mr. So-and-So, but when it came to everybody's favorite hero, they were on first-name basis . . . Never mind that he'd just tried to take advantage of Cho.

"Miss Weasley, you will also serve detention alongside Mr. Malfoy, but only for a week. Miss Chang, you will be serving a week's detention with Professor Flitwick - he needs help with the top shelves of his personal library, you understand. And Harry . . . when he wakes up, I'll have to have a personal talk with him. His behavior for the past few weeks has been completely unacceptable."

Draco really did roll his eyes with him this time. Harry probably wasn't going to get any sort of punishment. He managed to weasel out of any accusation. And here was Draco, assigned to a months' worth of detention with McGonagoll, who disliked him because one time in class he sent a farting spell over to Crabbe, who happened to be sitting right by her desk. But that was just one time, in third year! He could hardly be held responsible for that still. Well, he thought to himself, it was kind of hilarious.

Dumbledore turned away to help Madame Pomfrey lift Harry onto the bed. Madame Pomfrey had forbidden him to use any magic on Harry until she had given him a thorough check-up. (She had once had a bad experience because of a time-released spell that activated when she woke up a patient.)

Cho ran a nervous hand through her hair. "Sorry about . . . telling him everything, but it seemed like the best way to go."

Draco smirked. "So, you and Potter really hit it off - in your room, I see."

Cho blushed again, and Ginny hit his shoulder. "Oh, stop it," she clucked. "Professor, may we leave?"

"Ah, yes, if you all feel well enough to. You were going to be released tonight anyway," he replied, turning back to them. "You will all get notices by owl about your detentions." He looked around at them. "I imagine you're all a bit hungry. Your, ah, skirmish occurred during dinner, which is why nobody came to stop it," he explained. "So, you have my permission to go down to the kitchens and get a snack of some sort. And Draco, your wand's in that drawer over there." He pointed.

Draco grabbed his wand and unwrapped a few of his bandages, not wanted to walk around Hogwarts like a mummy. Ginny followed suit and was surprised to see that most of her wounds and bruises were healed. She only hoped that her face was returning to its proper color. She and Draco left; Cho had departed earlier.

Dumbledore turned back to Madame Pomfrey. "So, Poppy, how is Harry?"

She sighed. "That Malfoy boy broke poor Harry's nose and severely injured his internal organs. I'll say one thing, that Malfoy knows how to fight. I can tell he went for his solar plexus, there's bruising right under the rib cage. And he must have had a lot of force behind him when he broke Harry's nose." She paused and dabbed Harry's face with a wet towel. "I expect that he was thinking about what I told him."

"And what was that?" asked Dumbledore gently, picking up Harry's cracked glasses from the floor and repairing them with a simple Reparo spell.

"I was telling him about his own broken nose, you know, from the match. I said that if the bone fragment had gone further, it would have pierced his brain and probably killed him." Silence descended for a moment. "Well, Professor, shall I revive him?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I'll leave him in your care. I have to go write up a report in my office, and also send a few letters out. Owl me when Harry's awake enough; we have to talk."

Madame Pomfrey nodded. "Will do, Professor."

Meanwhile, Cho had gone back to her dormitory, no longer hungry. That left Ginny and Draco by themselves.

"Well, want to get a bite to eat from the kitchens?" Ginny asked Draco.

He nodded. "Are you sure you . . . want to be seen in the halls with me?" he asked. He knew it wasn't fair to dump a question like that on her immediately after that ordeal; he knew he was testing her. But he wanted to know where they stood.

Ginny looked directly into his silver-gray eyes. "Yes, Draco," she said. "I'm sure, so stop obsessing, okay?" She grabbed his hand and led the way to the kitchens.

"How do you know the way?" he asked.

"Fred and George," she replied simply. "We used to sneak down here a lot. Trust me, the house-elves practically force food on you. But don't tell Hermione that."

As if on cue, a voice behind them asked curiously, "Tell me what?"

Ginny and Draco both whirled around, narrowly missing colliding again. "Hermione!" Ginny squealed.

"Ginny!" Hermione cried. She did a double take. "Malfoy?"

"Ah, yes, long story," said Draco, clearing his throat and averting his gaze. "Sorry, we've got to go, we're feeling a bit peckish - "

"We can wait," said Ginny pointedly. "Look, Hermione, a lot of complicated things have happened lately. One of them is us," she said bluntly. "Another is Harry with a broken nose. He's in the hospital wing."

"What! What happened?!"

"Okay, I don't know about you, but I'm really hungry," said Draco, starting to go off toward the kitchens.

Ginny shrugged, smiling. "It was mostly Harry's fault, really," she said, sounding a bit dreamy. "He can't count, you know." And with that, she left Hermione standing there, mouth agape.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief as they left her; Ginny glanced sideways at him and grinned. "Still afraid of Hermione slapping you?"

"Hey," said Draco defensively, "it hurt, okay?"

Ginny walked closer to Draco, still holding hands. This felt so right. "Oh, whatever, Mr. Ninja Black Belt," she teased. "Seriously, though, I was half-awake for that. You were . . . well, amazing. Where'd you learn how to do all that?"

Draco shrugged. "It just came. Well, and I knew the basics of street fighting. I once had a really good friend who was one of Dad's bodyguards when I was younger . . . Are we lost?" They were standing before a giant bowl of fruit. In a painting, that is.

"No," Ginny replied, then commanded, "tickle the pear."

"What?"

"Tickle it!"

"Okay . . . " Draco extended a few fingers toward the still life painting and tentatively tickled it. He looked impressed as it turned into a handle. "Nice."

"Brace yourself, now," Ginny warned him, then opened the door and stepped inside. "Dobby? Winky?"

"Miss Weezy!" cried Winky, rushing over to the couple. "And Sir Maffy! What a surprise! Winky wasn't knowing you were coming! Sit down, Winky brings you some eats." She scurried off and they sat down on a nearby bench.

"Did you say Dobby?" asked Draco curiously.

"Yeah, he and Winky are my buddies," said Ginny.

"Dobby used to be my family's house-elf," said Draco after a moment.

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "No kidding? Well, Winky used to be Barty Crouch's. You should've seen her a while ago, she was so depressed when he died. She's gotten better though. So, why did you let Dobby go?"

Draco shrugged. He was in too good of a mood to bring up his father's rage over Harry's actions. "Nice big kitchen," said Draco approvingly, glancing around the kitchens. He saw some house-elves making ice cream cones, probably for dessert at the Great Hall above them. "Mmm, smell those waffle cones. Hey, ask, um, Winky? Whatever her name is, ask her for one of those, I'm in an ice cream mood right now." He turned to face Ginny, marveling at how easy it was to be around her. He felt as though a large burden had been lifted off his shoulders, cliché though that sounded. He felt like he was free to be himself around Ginny. And of course he enjoyed her company.

"Yes, Sir Maffy," said Ginny in a mock-serious tone. She studied his face and cocked her head to the side. "Wow, your nose is a little crooked . . . Like, noticeably."

"Aw, thanks," said Draco, rolling his eyes. He tentatively touched his healing nose. "Who knew we'd both keep flying toward each other?"

Ginny giggled. "It's like that game Chicken, only on speeding brooms going 80 kilometers per hour."

"Yeah, guess we're lucky we got out with what we did. Although why my nose has to be crooked is a mystery to me."

"What, and mar your otherwise perfect facial features?" Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"Do I sense a tone of mockage?" Draco said, sounding shocked.

"Umm . . . let me check." She pretended to think. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I was mocking you." She smiled when he laughed.

Winky materialized at her elbow. "Waters, miss and sir? What else can Winky get?"

"Sir Maffy wants some ice cream," said Ginny. "In a waffle cone. Me too, in fact."

Winky nodded brightly and took off, knocking over a few pots and pans (and the house-elves carrying them) in her haste. She arrived panting a few seconds later, a waffle cone in each hand with giant scoops of strawberry ice cream piled on. Whipped cream and cherries adorned the tops.

"Aww, thanks, Winky," said Ginny. "You're an awesome house-elf."

Winky batted her eyes in flattery. "Thank you, Miss Weezy and Sir Maffy. Come again soon!"

Ginny and Draco walked slowly back through the hall in which they'd come, savoring their strawberry ice cream. It was absolutely, divinely delicious. The mark of its excellence was the silence that prevailed for five minutes between Ginny and Draco who, beforehand, couldn't stop talking and teasing each other.

A certain statue caught Draco's eye and he immediately began to count doors. "Hey," he said to Ginny, bringing her out of her ice cream trance, "come in here a sec." He stepped toward the door of an empty classroom.

Ginny looked around her and suddenly her face brightened. "This is that place!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, yes, it's that place," teased Draco. "Now get in before someone sees." He followed her into the classroom, locking the door behind him.

"So, Draco," said Ginny, hopping up onto one of the desks in the front row of the classroom, "how do you think Ron will handle this?"

"Handle what?"

"You know . . . us. I mean we are, like . . . together, sort of, right?" Ginny asked, unsure of what Draco felt.

"If it's okay with you," said Draco slowly, leaning against the teacher's desk across from her and taking a few more licks of his ice cream cone.

"It's perfectly fine with me," said Ginny. "I like how this is. I like you. And you know what? To hell with everyone who gossips about us or disapproves or whatever."

Draco couldn't stop smiling. "I agree whole-heartedly," he said. "You know, all that stuff I said about being selfish earlier - "

"Oh, just forget about it," said Ginny easily. "And whatever I said about wanting things. You know, it's about time we took what's given to us."

"Again, I ag - " he began, but Ginny had distracted him by licking her ice cream cone very . . . sensuously. "Aw, come on, now," he grinned, setting his half-eaten cone on the desk behind him and hopping down. He stepped closer to Ginny and wrapped his arms around her waist. "How come the ice cream gets all the action?"

"Draco!" Ginny mock-gasped. "My goodness." She smiled widely and tossed her own ice cream cone aside carelessly. Draco's adorable face begged for the touch of her lips. "Come here, you." She put her arms on the place where his shoulders met his neck, and she leaned forward.

And they kissed. And kissed. And kissed.

A/N: I don't know how this happened, but all of a sudden I'm really, really close to the end! This chapter isn't it, of course, we need a little more to see the aftermath of this and also so we can all FINALLY sigh in relief now that Ginny got the guy. (Seriously . . . what took so long?)

There's a little more action/fighting in here than usual because I went to see Spider-Man 2 today. (Yes, two months after it came out. It's true; I'm a loser.) And the whole heel-of-the-hand, break-the-nose-pierce-the-brain, solar plexus thing is all dedicated to my sixth grade PE class, where we learned "self-defense". I hated my PE teacher but I guess what I learned has finally served its purpose: giving you a good fight scene.

Wow, over 90 reviews! (Refuses to admit that it's mostly due to multiple postings.) Thanks, you guys.

Thanks, all my reviewers! Your replies:

DancerForLife3320: Thanks for your review! :D Hey, my friend loves dancing too. What kind of dancing do you do?

Storymind: Oh, yeah, gotta have those trademark Hogwarts rumors floatin' around. Hey, thank you soooo much for sticking with my story! If I could I'd give you a big bear hug, but as it is I can only give you a virtual one, so bear hug

Dracosbaby: Haha, I'm glad you like Evil Harry. He's always such a good guy in the real books; why not let the insane side of him loose every once in a while, eh? Thanks for reviewing.

Stella7: Here's your un-confused snogging. Finally. I couldn't stop smiling when I wrote it; I know, I'm a huge dork, but it's gratifying to see your lead characters get together at last. I'm thinking of letting Draco keep the crooked nose. Crooked noses are sometimes pretty cute, like Owen Wilson, ya know? ;)

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TarynMalfoy88: Yeah, so they finally "got over themselves" and got together. And it's about time, if you ask me. Sheesh. You'd think that if you had Draco Malfoy practically throwing himself at you, you'd go along with it. Well, anyway. Thanks for the review! Hope you liked this chapter.

Chalkandgatorade: I like your username. Creepy Harry was fun, even if he was only there for a little bit before being knocked out. And yeah, I love cliffhangers! I can't resist teasing you guys. And hey, it often keeps the readers readin', dudn't it? ;) (don't know why I suddenly had an accent there . . . ) Anyway, glad you think it's a cute story!

Hoppers: Ooh, glad to hear I'm keeping Draco IC, at least when he's being the way he was originally written. But we couldn't have him be mean through and through, eh? Otherwise, I don't think I'd be able to truly like him very much. Glad to hear you liked Chappie 10! A little too angst-ridden for me, but I was probably listening to Dashboard Confessional or something when I wrote it. Anyway, thanks so much for reviewing!

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I've dropped all the other stories (fanfic and fictionpress) that I'd been working on in lieu of this one. It's my favorite. It's my baby. So thanks for reading! More to come soon.

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Extra note: This review came after this chapter was posted, but many thanks to Lady Alionae who pointed out that Dobby used to be the Malfoys' house-elf. Whew, that was a close one! So I changed it to Winky. I'll probably thank you next chapter as well. Way to go, you! Way to keep me on my toes. ;) You know your HP stuff, eh? Muchos gracias.