A/N: BEFORE YOU READ: You've probably forgotten all about this story, but in case you haven't, this is important! I changed this chapter. No longer is Lord Voldemort involved! The first two pages are about the same as before, but after that it's all different and better. I had to do this so that I could actually write more and possibly finish this story. I'm probably going to wrap things up in the next chapter or so.
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! I love you until the board walks! I love until the fish bowls! I love you until . . . well, you get it. Off with you to read chapter 15.
"So, who were the two people you ran into outside your common room?" Ginny asked nonchalantly. They were walking down an empty hallway, walking comfortably under Draco's invisibility cloak.
"Oh, that was Crabbe and his younger cousin, Nugget."
"Nugget? His name is Nugget?"
"Yeah, well, Crabbe's family's a little off their respective rockers."
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "A 'little'? Okay, whatever. But - I always thought Crabbe was so stupid. He's quite the little gossip, I'll have you know."
"Oh, he's stupid in his own right, of course. But he does have the memory for gossip. And unfortunately for us, so does Nugget. He hangs off of Crabbe's every word. Pathetic, utterly pathetic." Draco shook his head sorrowfully. He turned suddenly to Ginny as they strolled down another hallway. "So what were Crabbe and Nugget saying?"
Ginny blushed. "That I cheated on Harry and that's what drove him mad. Since, you know, the love spell was a fake." She looked sideways at him. "I guess the first bit's true. I did technically cheat on him."
He slowed down and took on an annoyingly philosophical look. "You know, maybe you really did drive him mad. Maybe that night in the forest kinda drove him over the edge, you know? I mean, if anybody else kissed you, I'd be all hot and bothered, you know what I mean?" He winked, and she blushed even more.
"Well, maybe. I don't flatter myself worth going mad over, though. But let's not talk about that, hmm? So. What should be our first mild act of mayhem?"
" 'Mild'? What is this 'mild' you speak of?" Draco asked innocently. "I thought we were going to wreak destruction and chaos wherever we went?"
Ginny grinned. "Well . . . " She pretended to think about it. "Okay, if you must. So what first?"
Draco's silvery eyes flashed again, like fish scales in the sun. "It's time to think big. Like your brothers, the bad ones."
She rolled her eyes. "The 'bad ones'? They're all bad. But you mean Fred and George, right? What would they do? . . . W.W.F.A.G.D.?"
"Double you double you fag dee?" Draco frowned.
"Never mind," Ginny said quickly. "I feel like snooping, though. How about poking around Filch's office? My brothers have found some pretty awesome stuff there. Like the Marauder's Map."
"Really," said Draco, who had no idea what the Marauder's Map was but pretended he did anyway. "Well, let's do that, then, and pray we don't get caught."
The two made their way to Filch's office, discussing the sorts of things that could possibly be in it. Draco hoped that he might find a pair of Infernally Itching Underpants, so that he might plant them in Goyle's drawer. Or Pansy's, if he could find a willing conspirator who happened to be female. It shouldn't be too hard.
Ginny, meanwhile, was hoping to find a few of Fred and George's confiscated inventions. She'd once heard them discussing Everlasting Deodorant, which sounded useful. But then she figured it wouldn't be suspicious enough for Filch to confiscate.
"Here, right?" Ginny said, arriving at the familiar door.
"You would know better than I," Draco replied. "I've been inside all of once in my entire Hogwarts career."
"That's definitely nothing to be proud of," Ginny reprimanded.
"Well," he shrugged, "if you're a Weasley, perhaps. I once heard that Weasley is Arabic for 'natural-born trouble-maker'?"
"I wouldn't be surprised," she replied, pretending initially not to catch onto his ironic tone. "If only Arabic people had bright red hair and freckles. Now, shh!"
Draco, whose mouth was open to shoot back a witty, sharp reply, shut it promptly at her bidding. He watched her with admiration as she expertly checked to make sure no one was looking, scanned the ground for Mrs. Norris, planted her ear against the office door to ensure its vacancy, then turned the handle silently. It was indeed empty.
"Let's stay under this cloak, just in case," Ginny whispered next to his ear. She turned away from him and didn't see the shiver of pleasure that ran down his spine at her closeness.
"Any sign of the underpants?" he hissed as they tiptoed in after shutting the door.
"What?" Ginny knit her eyebrows together in alarm and confusion.
"Those Infernally Itching Underpants I told you about."
"Oh, those. I don't know. Let's check those drawers over there - they usually have articles of clothing in them." She unlocked the large, mahogany chest of drawers. The artist in her admired the carvings in the wood until she realized that the engravings were actually of students being tortured. She spied two twin boys in shackles that looked suspiciously familiar.
Draco pulled open the drawer noiselessly and gasped excitedly at its contents. He pawed around carefully for the desired Underpants, but none were to be found.
"Look," he whispered breathily in Ginny's ear. He held up a pair of black leather gloves that looked normal at first, but then he slipped his hands inside. When he twitched his index finger twice, a skeleton key appeared on the tip. The other fingers held an assortment of other useful objects, including a candle, a small telescope, a guitar pick, a light source, and an Everlasting Sausage for Desperate Consumption.
"Keep those!" Ginny said, pleased with the find. Next, she found a hat that could grow different sorts of facial hair that matched the natural hair color of the wearer. It felt weird to feel her face when she had grown mutton chops, much more when she had a furry unibrow that obstructed her vision.
"Try a handlebar mustache," Draco suggested. "That would look hot on you." He winked roguishly. Ginny was surprised that he would still find her attractive with sideburns.
"Hat, grow me a handlebar mustache," Ginny mandated. Instantly she felt the little prickle of hair growing in on her upper lip. She looked down on her face and was simultaneously amused and horrified to see a bright red mustache poking out from her face a foot to the right and to the left.
"It's your turn," she decided, and handed Draco the hat. The moment the hat was off her head, the mustache was gone.
The Invisibility Cloak fell off during the transaction, but neither Draco nor Ginny noticed.
"Um. Hat, grow me a Dumbledore beard," Draco ordered with a grin. Immediately, a four-foot long scraggly blonde beard graced his front. "Hat, make my beard flash different colors," he commanded as an experiment.
Ginny squealed, nearly blinded as the beard began to flash all sorts of neon colors at a frequency that was nearly seizure inducing. "Stop!" she squeaked. "I'm blind, I'm blind!"
"Hat, no more beard! Abort the beard!" he ordered frenetically, shutting his eyes. But the hat wouldn't stop. "Hat, abort the beard! Stop it, I order you! Uh - Hat, grow me a toothbrush mustache!" he gasped in desperation. He and Ginny sighed in relief once the flashing beard had been reduced to a plain blonde Barty Crouch style of facial hair. They looked at each other and began to laugh.
"I liked the beard much better," said a quiet voice from the corner of the room.
Ginny screamed and Draco jumped vertically about a foot in the air, causing the hat to fall off while combining several exclamatory curses so that he yelled, "Shiiidamerlinayaaaaaah!"
The two of them whirled around to face the fireplace, out of which none other than Harry Potter emerged, covered in soot and holding broken glasses in his hand. "Reparo," he muttered, and slipped them back on. He dusted off his white medical gown, under which he wore a pair of baggy black pajama pants and no shoes. His hair was tousled in a pitiful way, his face was still cut up thanks to Draco, and he had deep, deep curving bags beneath his eyes, which were tired but sparkling like green-tinted mirrors.
Ginny observed all of this with a fast-beating heart. She took a half step back until she was leaning against Draco, whose chest was expanding and contracting quickly as he tried to catch his breath. His face burned magenta as his own stupid, strangled yell echoed in his ears. The Invisibility Cloak lay crumpled behind them.
"What are you doing here, Potter," he said viciously in a voice that tried hard to conceal its quavering quality. "I thought I just got rid of you."
"You tried," said Harry in a low voice. He stood evenly on both feet, shoulders slouching slightly, the image of a weary but strong man.
"Why are you here?" Ginny asked, finally able to speak. "Shouldn't you be at St. - at the hospital?"
"Well, I obviously escaped," Harry said, glancing down at his dirty hospital gown.
"That doesn't answer my first question," she said, trying to distance herself from Harry in her tone.
Harry's slow eyes traveled to the office door. "Shall I explain in here, or shall we work things out in, say, some deserted classroom?" Without waiting for an answer, he walked past them and exited the office. Ginny followed, and Draco, too, though unwillingly. He glanced at his watch - his History of Magic class would be getting out in three minutes.
"Better hurry it up, Potter," he said to the boy ahead of him. "Class lets out in three minutes. Don't want the whole castle to see you, do you?"
Harry ignored him at first, then abruptly doubled back toward them. Five steps later, as he almost collided into Ginny, who stopped walking in confusion, he turned around again.
"What are you - oh." Ginny's unfinished question was answered by the creaking of the door of the Room of Requirement.
"What the . . . " Draco frowned at the room. "I didn't know this room was here before." No one bothered to explain to him, which he found slightly irritating, but he tried to focus on the issue at hand. He entered the room to see two tables, about five feet apart from each other in the middle of the room. Harry leaned against one, arms crossed, and Draco and Ginny leaned on the table opposite, feeling awkward.
"So, what's going on, Harry," said Ginny quietly into the heavy silence. "What are you doing here?"
Harry looked straight at her, which she found discomforting, but she kept her gaze nonetheless. He began his narrative. "I came back because I came to my senses. I really don't know what's happened to me in the past few months, but I think whatever it is, it's psychologically due to our mix-up. Not - mix-up, per se, but rather your . . . preference for Malfoy of all people over me. I suppose I figured that I had you forever. That you were the one guaranteed thing in my life, besides the prophecy." He spat the word venomously, as though it were the bane of his life, which, Ginny supposed, it was.
"You can't blame all of this on Ginny," Draco interjected.
"I never said anything was her fault," Harry defended himself calmly. "She didn't break my nose, did she?" He paused, then carried on. "I feel awful for carrying out my problems on Cho, although there is something to be said about her use of that fake spell. Still, though, I accept that this whole mess is entirely my fault."
"And you came all the way here to tell us that," Ginny said doubtfully.
Harry shook his head. "I actually came to get my Invisibility Cloak so that I could hear everything the Healers said about me. I'm a bit paranoid, I suppose. But then when I stepped into Filch's office, well, I decided to take the opportunity."
"Opportunity for what?" Draco huffed. "Impossible though it seems, I rather dislike being cooped up in random broom closets listening to some nutcase's heart-to-heart - "
"Don't call him a nutcase!" Ginny interrupted, looking at Draco with - was that disappointment shining in her eyes?
"What, you're defending the person who deserted you for Cho, then slapped you in the face in the Hospital Wing? Where you wouldn't be in the first place if he'd shown up for the game instead of - instead of deflowering Cho Chang in her dormitory!"
"Will you please," said Harry as patiently as he could, "shut up?"
"Why, so you can spill more of your little heartfelt sentiments to us?" Draco shot back, his voice rising in anger.
"So I can talk to Ginny, since I might never see her again!" Harry suddenly roared, stepping forward a bit. "So I can tell her what really happened, instead of letting you fill her head with lies! So I can try to make her understand how horrible I feel for abandoning her! So I can explain my actions for the past four months! So I can have one last chance - one last chance to petition for her affection!"
"I have not been 'filling her head with lies'!" Draco said hotly before Harry could carry on with his tiring parallel structure. "On the contrary, I treat her better than you ever did! You cast her aside for the likes of Cho freakin' Chang, the whore of Ravenclaw! It's too late to make up for all your mistakes, Potter! Just face it - you don't always get your way!"
"I'm not asking to get my way!" Harry yelled, hands balled into fists. "I'm asking Ginny to make a rational decision! I'm asking her to lend me her ears for what could possibly be the last time she ever hears my voice!"
"Why?" Ginny broke in, her girlish voice no match for the deep, throaty roars of the boys. "Why could it be the last time? Are you leaving, or going somewhere for a bit, or what?" Tears coated her eyes but didn't dribble down, and her ears rang with the thunder of the two boys who apparently both loved her.
Harry directed his attention at her and his face softened visibly. "I'm leaving Hogwarts early," he explained hoarsely. "I'm to continue my training for - for the future under the tutelage of another wizard."
"Training." Draco found this to be immensely stupid sounding. Like Harry was training to be a ninja. Not to mention how stupid "tutelage" sounded. It didn't deserve to be a word.
"Right," said Harry without breaking his gaze from Ginny's brown eyes. "For my inevitable future. Dumbledore decided I needed more in-depth teaching than what is offered at this school."
"Who are you training under?" Ginny said in a near-whisper, finding Harry's stare to be riveting.
"It doesn't matter," Harry said in an even softer voice.
Draco did not like the looks of this one bit. His girlfriend and Harry Potter, gazing into the limpid pools of each other's eyes! Whispering sweet nothings to each other!
"All right, all right, break it up," he said roughly, swinging an arm around Ginny's shoulder and glaring at Harry. "Are you trying to engage me in some sort of fight over Ginny? Is that what you really came to do?"
"No," said Harry solidly. "I just wanted one last chance - "
"At her affections, right, right." Draco felt a bit dizzy. Why, oh, why must his life be one constant soap opera? Was it not enough that he was an unbearably attractive teenager whose nose happens to be knocked crooked in quite a winsome way? It's not like he could control genes, or random Quidditch collisions. And now Harry Potter had to step in his life and try to seduce the one lovely girl who took the time to get to know him. To laugh with him. To like him, for heaven's sake! Leave it to Potter.
"Look, it's not like you two have been together for more than a couple months," Harry said, breaking down his calm attitude to speak somewhat spitefully.
"The brevity of a relationship does not undermine its quality," Ginny butted in, afraid of another raging argument between the boys. They towered over her, but she had a good foothold over each of them, since she was, after all, what they were fighting over.
"Thank you, Confucius," Draco said, but not in a mean way.
"Please, Malfoy, I am appealing to the man in you," said Harry. "May I please just speak to Ginny for a few minutes without your interruption?"
"No," said Draco, as though he thought the very idea were ludicrous.
"Let him, Draco," Ginny said softly. "Look, just stand here, and Harry and I can go to this corner. If he starts, I don't know, attacking me or whatever, I give you permission to rescue me." Pointed look.
She and Harry retreated to a corner of the room, where they proceeded to speak in low murmurs. Draco tried his best to eavesdrop, but his eardrums weren't that perceptive. He knew Ginny had a woman's pity, yet he couldn't help being deathly afraid that she would decide Harry was nobler, kinder, handsomer, smarter, funnier, stronger than he was, and he didn't think he could bear losing her - to Harry Potter, of all people.
Meanwhile, Harry was speaking to Ginny earnestly. "Ginny, I know that I've gone a bit wonky in the past few months - "
" 'A bit wonky'?" She raised an eyebrow. "Try criminally insane."
Wrinkles of frustration creased across his forehead. "Ginny, please listen to me."
"I am! I've been listening!"
"But listen to me with an open mind and heart." Once he had her full attention, he carried on. "I know I've gone crazy in the past few months, but I'm mostly back to my normal self now, whatever that might be. And I want you to know that I desperately - desperately - wish that I could take back that mistake I made counting doors." He smiled bitterly. "Who'd've known that faulty arithmetic would lead to the loss of the one constant in my life?" The smile faded. "Ginny, I want you to know that I have always, always loved you. I may not have said so in so many words, but can't you understand how much I love you? Can't you see? Don't you remember that time that we sneaked out to watch the Perseid meteor shower in autumn at your house? For every falling star I saw that night, I only had one wish. One wish, Ginny. And it was that I could just stay with you, forever, because I love you. I love every part of you."
Ginny's eyes had gradually widened to the size of dinner plates as he spoke his poetic and beautiful words.
"And I know that you've chosen to be with Malfoy. I honestly can't imagine why, but maybe he's different when he's with you. And I can maybe understand that. Because when I'm with you, I know that I'm different. I'm better with you, somehow. Ginny, I just want you to remember that we have a history together. One that you surely can't forget because it is a history so rich - so beautiful - a history so - " he struggled to find the words " - so amazing and lovely and - and life changing. And I know that you won't give that up after just one night of - of snogging Malfoy." He looked at her so intensely that it nearly frightened her. "At least accept my apology for everything I've done to you."
"I forgive you," she said slowly. "I couldn't ever hold it against you, Harry."
"But please, Ginny. Don't you remember all those times we sneaked off together? All the fun we had? All the time you spent in my arms?" Salty tears threatened to spill over from his eyes, he was so earnest. "Don't you remember that?"
Ginny struggled with herself. She had sworn to herself, while walking to this corner of this room, to hold fast to her decision to remain with Draco. She had thought that Harry's actions had been unforgivable - but then he had opened his mouth and everything he said was true. "I remember everything, Harry," she said in a soft whisper. "I haven't forgotten."
"Then how can you possibly want to stay with him?" he asked her. "How can you give that up for Draco Malfoy? The person we used to laugh about together when he wasn't looking or listening? He can't possibly love you as much as I love you. But I know it's not a question of how much I love you or how much he loves so much as it's a question of how much you love him and how much you love me."
Ginny took a second to work out what he meant - all the italics and "how"s bewildered her for a moment, but once she had it figured out, she sighed. "You know I love you, Harry . . . "
"I know you do," he said gratefully, smiling a little for the first time that night. "So tell me that you'll stay with me. Tell me that I can look forward to more starry nights in the future, with you by my side as every star that falls only reaffirms my love for you. Won't you tell me that you love me enough to stay with me?"
"Tell me," Draco's diamond-hard voice cut in from where he had finally walked over, unable to tolerate their hushed whisperings, "tell me that you're willing to give up everything we've just experienced for someone who gave you up for Cho. Tell me that that strawberry ice cream meant nothing, that that night in the Forbidden Forest meant nothing, that you're willing to crawl back to your ex-boyfriend like he expects you to."
Harry seethed in anger at the interruption, but said nothing. Ginny looked tearfully at Draco's face, then back at Harry's, then back at Draco's.
"You're - you're asking me to choose, right now, between you two?" Ginny asked in a quivering but clear voice. "After all the fighting you two have already done over me - after all the injuries, both physically and spiritually, we've all gone through - it's all up to me to decide how the future will play out?"
"It's a hell of a responsibility," Harry admitted with a small, solemn smile.
"But it belongs to you, and to you alone," Draco said. "And you know it, Gin."
Ginny looked from one to the other and back again. Both faces looked at her earnestly, hopefully, attentively.
It was up to her to decide all three of their futures.
It was up to her to speak with words that would determine so much.
She took a breath . . .
. . . and opened her mouth and her heart.
A/N: No way, I'm reviving this story! Whaaaaaat. After over three months of laying dormant, I suddenly decide to up and change the whole freakin' chapter!
Why, yes. I deleted 13 pages' worth of crap - funny crap, I admit, at times - but I decided to leave Lord Voldemort out of Ginny's love life. But she still has to decide between the two men in her life. I think I know who you're all rooting for. Does anybody like Harry anymore?
So. What do YOU think/want will happen in chapter 16?
Sorry to be such a poor updater. But here are some thank-yous to some reviewers from long, long ago who reviewed the former fifteenth chapter.
Sculptedangel: so much for posting soon. But thanks for your review anyway!
quicksilver foxx: thanks! I love being called a genius. If that is indeed what you implied. Truthfully, though, I ripped that off of Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I am ashamed, but hey, why not use what works?
beckysue2: making cute babies is a talent. ;) Thanks muchly!
amy88: ah, true, true. Draco just has this penchant for languages, I suppose. Way to be observant!
FickleFickleMuse: seriously, where is the Draco in real life? Besides the guy who plays him in the movie who is, no offense to him, going through that "awkward stage," shall we say. But honestly. Message to all Draco-like men out there: you are very welcome to accidentally end up snogging me in an empty classroom and consequently fall in love with me. Really, feel welcome! Ahem. Thanks for your review, FickleFickleMuse!
DreamGurl-de-Draco: I think that everybody on Earth does the eyebrow thing. Glad to know it's not just me! Thanks for not not loving this story. I don't not thank you for your review!
random gal: all right, anybody who spends four hours reading stuff I've written deserves, like, a gold medal, some recovery chocolate, and probably some of my money. But thanks for taking the time! And for leaving a review!
mz.sammiz: thanks! Is Sammiz your last name? If so, cool last name.
Deliriousdreams: umm, yes, Fawkes, at least until I deleted all but two pages of the former fifteenth chapter. So poor Fawkes really has no role in this story anymore.
Stormy Nights: You know that saying that flattery gets you nowhere? . . . Well, whoever said that lied. I pretty much love you for loving my story so much. Thanks for the compliments! And midnight + starbursts fun time.
rainbow fuzzlez: I might do the same face thing when I'm drawing too, but I don't know, I haven't sketched faces in such a long time. Any art talent I once had is now stale and bad. But I do use my own hand for reference when drawing someone else's, if that counts. I think you're the only reviewer whose eyebrows don't go up with someone's in the story do. Nice username, by the way. :)
Annabeave: Harry's OK now, sort of. Thanks for your review! Happy dances are good for the body, mind, and soul. People ought to do more happy dances.
Lucy Saints: Sorry to make you wait some more, if you even remember this story. But you're welcome for updating the last time I updated, if that makes any sense at all. I'd be happy to stretch MMU for eons and eons but it would probably take forever to read, and who has that kind of time? So instead I'm probably ending it in the next chapter, or the next. Sadly. Thanks for reviewing!
Red-head attack: homework is the spawn of the devil. Sorry to take out the part you liked, but it just wasn't doing anything for me. Thanks for reviewing though! . . . looks at your username Are you Ginny, perchance?
i-fogot-my-name: tee-hee, I am the proud owner of an "uber story"! I shall celebrate this proclamation with chocolate chips and Butter Lite Orville Reidenbacher popcorn. However you spell Orville's last name. Thanks for reviewing and complimenting me so!
Missmee: OMG Mickey Mouse pancakes pretty much make my life, too!
Storymind: I'm glad you think I'm funny! Sorry to take out the argument on the way to Dumbledore's, but it just didn't fit. I have a hard time deleting stuff I like, but it had to be done, otherwise I would never finish this story. Thanks for your lovely review!
Chris: uhh, you probably haven't been checking this story recently for any updates. Sorry to be such a bad, bad updater! I'm a horrible person, I know. Thanks for reading, though!
Baby Dagger: OK, the guy who plays Agent Elrond is probably my favorite person ever. The way he talks is just so crisp and clean and amazing! Plus I want his Elrond wig, the one with the little loops around the hair hanging from his temples, if you know what I mean, and you probably do, if you're as OCD about LOTR as IM. I mean as I am. I got a little carried away with acronyms, my apologies. Thanks for reviewing!
Apparently everyone had asked me to update soon . . . Um . . . Oops, my bad? Blame writer's block this time. That's why I had to change it. I hope this chapter is satisfactory, even though it's not quite as funny as others have been.
Here's my A/N from the former chapter 15:
A/N: I know, I know, you all see through my clever ruse. I'm trying to stretch out the story, right? Well, I also want to provide a real climax of the story, and hey, why not throw Lord Voldemort into Ginny's tangled love life? See my point? ;)
Erm . . . I don't know how to say this, buuut . . . I'm soooooo sorry it took me eons to update! I blame the homework! I blame the government! I blame life! I grovel at your feet, I lay prostrate asking for your forgiveness . . . Actually, everybody probably already forgot about this story already, so whatever.
Thanks to all reviewers! And to any lurkers who don't leave a review but read anyway! And generally to everybody I've ever met in my entire life . . .
Reviewer Responses:
Storymind: Of course they're good little teens! Anything otherwise would taint the youthful innocence of Ginny and Draco being together. I mean, besides the fact that they got together via a mix-up in trysts . . . Anyway, thanks for the compliment! 3
FemmeDraconis: I know! Joaquin Phoenix totally rulez, even if I can't spell his name (or "rules"). Did you know that for Ladder 49 he actually graduated from firefighter school? And served for a month? Man . . . But his best acting moment - I think - is in Gladiator, during his busy little bumblebees speech. Whoo. Bumblebees have never been the same for me. ;)
Amber: So, it wasn't really ASAP, but it's here, right? Thanks for the review.
Mincihed: Mahaha, thanks! Yeah, I have no idea where I got the pancake scene idea. Blame the fingers, they're the ones who type this crap. Seriously, though, I really want to eat some pancakes right now. Mmm . . .
Miss Rix: Draco Malfoy is the hottest fictional character to date, including Mr. Darcy. I mean, really. We've never seen an authorized picture, but how could he possibly be otherwise? ;)
Saralisse: Muchas gracias para su . . .uh, explanation de 'vamanos'! I think I'm annoying my friends; I mix in random Spanish palabras into my everyday speech. They're all in Latin class, though, the smart alecks. And muchas, MUCHAS gracias for the compliment! If I saw you in real life, I'd probably hug you and give you chocolate cake. You're THAT cool.
Dracos gal: Well, when you're in the mood, please criticize me! You'll know when you do if I'm in the mood to be criticized. ;) Thanks for the review.
Toby Keith Fanatic: Ugh, I know! So much homework! It must be a teachers' conspiracy this year. Otherwise why would I be given two 100-pt essays in the same week? In the same class? Gahh! Sorry for not updating soon . . . Hope you didn't forget about me. :)
Hoppers: Sequel, maybe. I'm stretching out this story even more, though, so by the end I might be all Ginny'n'Draco'd out. Although they're really the only good couple to write fanfiction about, right? Right-o. Maybe in the next one I'll stick Ginny in a girl rock band and Draco can somehow end up with her, even though that's the plotline of 2948594749 stories on FF. Oh well!
Delirious Dreams: Thanks muchly for your kind words! Haha, and thanks for liking my username. I haven't found a single person yet who hasn't liked it. Which is a good thing, I suppose. :P
Devilsdream-15: Sorry, sorry, I'm bad at punctual updatage . . . Hey, your username definitely rhymes! Er . . . well, it's slant rhyme. Gah! Too much rhetorical analysis in English. And I think everyone loves Joaquin in Signs. What's not to love?
Annabeave: Haha, nice username. Thanks for the compliment! I think that in real life - well, in JKRowling's books - Ginny and Draco would have the BEST chemistry ever. Too bad it'll never happen. Sigh. But that's why I'm writing a D/G fic:P
Lucy Saints: Your wish is my command! I'm stretching this story until there's no possible way for it to go on, ie, they all die. I'll probably cry whenever I really do end it. And decorating food is awesome! I once took a cake decorating class. Too bad I suck at writing on cakes. Hah. But doing borders and leaves is superfun.
Krystal1989: My apologies! Here's the chapter, though. And way to be blunt about what you want! Go you:D
Lady Alionae: You'd be a good fact-checker for a newspaper, or something. I once saw a Monk episode about that. You would be a good obsessive-compulsive, too. Just kidding! Matrix rules. I never did see the third one 'cause everyone was like "Bleeeeh it sucks" so I took their advice. The first one, though, was absolutely amazing. AMAZing. LOTR, meh, I can only get into the movies. Sometime when I have a month to kill I'll read the books, but not now. Anyway, I'm babbling, thanks muchly for the review and for the Dobby thing (again)! Fluffiness 4eva!
i-fogot-my-name: You have an ubercool username, did you know that? You probably did. Well, thanks for the compliment! You seriously make me feel warm inside and validate my meager existence in this cold and bleak world . . . That is to say, YOU ROCK!
Thanks to everyone once again! Sorry I'm late! Based on the quality of my next set of reviews, I will update either sooner or later . . . KIDDING! I'll update as soon as I can. That could be anytime from next weekend to next November, so apologies in advance. Keep rockin'!
Looove,
toastsnatcher
