Siriusforeva – Ha ya – twins...A good story line – thanx! I think this is actually my first actual fic to have a storyline – but that's a good thing – it means my writing is getting better, and that this fic has a storyline! Yay! Go Sirius, and thanks for reviewing – stay tuned! Only, this is a fic, not a TV show, but whateva...=)
Wretched Beauty – One of each – ya, that's what a lotta ppl say. O, and btw, you won the prize for most original name this chappie! Yay! Wretched Beauty! Ya, I'm not good at names either – which is why I asked ...and ya, I agree- have the kid born on Halloween...Yay!
Rock-dadog-bitch – Yay! Great and original! And as far as emailing u when I post, I will this time so u know, but I found this really cool feature on Fanfiction – "Author Alert" or something – basically, you get an email when an author has updated – when you review, it should be a checkbox you can click or something...It's really cool...:-D
Jennifer – /Slightly/ plausible? Eh, whateva – lots of fics aren't that plausible...-...Twins ya...And I agree, Voldie being red all over from a sunburn would be highly amusing...Hermione would have to make sure he lubes up on sunscreen SPF 45 or something next time...Anywho, thanks for reviewing – next chappie up! Yay!
SunSarah – What about a boy and a girl? Does that work? Maybe twins, or a boy first, and then a girl...? Ha, ya – three Toms – it'd be like in the movie /Holes/ where all the males for the past six generations or something are named Stanley...and ya, he'd probably be more sympathetic and soft with her, knowing its his fault she's pregnant at 17...Yay! And as far as checking if I've updated – I think the site has an "Author Alert" thing or something – it's kinda cool – it sends you an email when an author has updated...I didn't know what it was at first, but then one day I was playing around with the many features on da site and ...ya.
Iamwendybird – Ha – award – ya, I thought your profile name was kinda cool...twins? Ya, that's what a lotta people say...also, it'd drive Hermione and Voldie crazy, having TWO kids, instead of just one...Petruchio – sounds cool – is it I'll probably be way off, but what – French, Italian, Indian?...Iris sounds cool - kinda Egyptian, sorta – and Cleomenes...I dunno, I'll add those three to my running list of potential names...thanks! March...hmm...maybe...
Dracodolenz – Ya – kinda cool – something good from something bad...that'd be kinda cool...sorta I dunno how to describe it, but ya...Justine and Destiny sound cool – not Hope or Rose tho – it's just I know a Hope and a Rose, and it drives me nuts reading/writing something with a character who's name is the same as someone I know in the real world...I dunno how to describe it...ya. Well, thanks for reviewing, and stay tuned for this chappie! (
Brittany Malfoy – Yep – Daddy's little girl...aww, how cute...- ...Faith...interesting name...hmm...I'll add it to the "Potential Names list"...And ya, I agree with her being pregnant now – sooner is better for us impatient people...:-D
-LoNgInG – Yay! Whoa – best fanfiction? Wow... thanx! Twins...ya, I actually know a set of twins – one boy, one girl. Hey – it'd be like Star Wars what with Luke and Leia...never mind...whoa, am I obsessed or what? Ya... (
Lunacup – Ha – ya, I had fun writing... I could just see something and start grinning or something – thing is, like in the weirdest places – walking down Bethesda once – I think I freaked out a poor old man passing me on the sidewalk – I guess he thought I was laughing at /him/...eh, w/e.... Ha – ya...
Sparrow MoNkEy – Ya, I decided she would be pregnant cauz of Voldie raping her – it makes a great plot device, and adds yet more friction to da story...its kinda good theyre having a baby, only not...haha – Daddy's girl...ya – that'd be funny ...like if Hermione makes him take the kid on a raid to babysit – then again, that might be a bad thing to expose a young child to. Thanks a lot with the help on names – I checked a baby name site but it wasn't very helpful..maybe cause it was MSN...eh. Lean muscles? That'd be like Orlando Bloom in Troy – I thought Brad Pitt's muscles were so much yummier, but w/e....anyway, ya, agreed, the Gollum-look is not attractive. To any males reading this, repeat: the Gollum-look is not attractive...heh. Twins might work...and then they'd go crazy having /two/ kids...four really's ? Thanks!
OceanBleu89 – Whoa – you wrote a /long/ response, dude! Thanx! Whoa – eh, don't worry, I'm addicted to sugar and caffeine as well...unless of course, I'm not saying anything.... Ya, dun worry, they will have a boy sometime...Voldie needs a heir...Gomen? Why Gomen? I dun know – I'll add it to the "Potential Names list"...Wait- hold on, why June 6th? Is that your birthday or something? And yes, Voldie is getting muscle and body fat, but don't worry, he won't look a thing like Smokey – haha – you wrote that and I read it and just started laughing – Voldie – Smokey the Bear--- hmmm...wow...that's great! And dun worry, I'm not a Harry fan – Harry pisses me off – he has anger management problems, he's too noble, he worries too much, he definitely has a saving people/hero complex, and he's too special. Honestly...yay – FISHING!!! I can just see him as a teen, putting the worm on the fishing line, and complaining that the fish aren't biting yet...eventually being driven to just Accio a fish on the damn line... And ya, gradually there will be more revealing of his past – JK Rowling left huge gaps in his 70 y/o life – although I dun blame her – it's /Harry Potter/ and the whatever, not /Lord Voldemort/ and the whatever...Good idea about the past story before Hermione gives birth – prob a funny story or something – I mean, its like she's having birth – from what I understand it hurts –you'd probably want your mind on something more cheery...then, what do I know? Not like I've had a kid before...-. Right now, in the story, it's about October 20th or something. Yay – long reviews! Thanks! You give me a long review, I write a long response! Haha – ant bites – wait, are you on a laptop outside or do you have a serious ant problem or what? Haha – yay ants! Oh, it's my responsibility...- , um, not 'yay ants' then ...um, 'boo ants' ?? Well, I dun care if its not romantic – I need more fics to read!
JulyFlame – Yay! Ah yes, poor Harry and Voldie and Hermione...they'll drive each other insane...-wipes tear- wait, they're kinda already a little mentally-off-balance...but that's why we love them...:-D – Ron – Ron kinda already found out – Hermione fled to the Weasleys after the dinner with Sirius and Snape – meh. =). Warrick? Wait...Warrick...Warrick...Warrick...I dunno, I guess it is kinda cool – heh – ya, if you have a kid, you could name it that...although I wouldn't recommend it if the kid was a girl...-...heh...
Curly29 – Hahahaa....a fishing contest? Whoa...that'd be like "Yo, Potter – I just thought of something – why don't we end this war with fishing? 'Fishing?' "Yes, fishing. First person to catch that damn seabass wins!"....meh. But, ya, tea would be funny...it just cracks me up what with the British drinking tea and everything...I mean, I could see a group of middle- aged/old ladies, but definitely not teenagers and certain people...there's a British kid on my wrestling team who admitted to drinking tea, and I found so funny...
Dragoness Kaei – Yay – betting! Twins? Eh...hey – it'd be like Fred and George 2! Heh... Actually, kinda weird – when I signed in to Hotmail to read my reviews – before I read yours – the MSN today thingie popped up and had a "find baby names" link or something...so ya, I was thinking like a Latin or Celtic type name or something....thanx for the idea!
Kellalor – Ya, I watched Farenheit 9-11 – I thought it was entertaining, but I'm kinda glad I didn't pay for it – my friend's mom did. Ya – it was kinda anti-Bush, and the media is kinda pro-Bush, so now I dun know which one to believe – -sigh-. Wait – you have a sibling in Iraq? Wow – um, cool – I guess – I mean, I wouldn't know, because I don't know anyone over there – and don't get me wrong, I support the troops and everything that they're doing, and I sympathize with them for everything they've been through what with being in war for more than a year...I just hate Bush...Anyway, ya – I thought Voldemort would probably see himself as getting soft oO (any idea what kind of face that is? I keep seeing it on )...yep, Umbridge is a total Death Eater – I dun know why other ppl can't see it...Ah, yes, Harry with his simple mind is confused beyond belief. And yes, Voldemort /can/ reproduce...- - contrary to popular opinion...heh. And ya, I agree –a boy and a girl – one to replace each of them...Whoa, I wrote a lot – I'll shut up now so I can get on with the chapter and stop wasting your time...
Chapel-the-evergreen13 – Whoa – two hours? Ya, I guess my fic is getting kinda long...hee hee – addicting...-grins- . Yay! Yes, he has to have Voldie's eyes, but as far as having Hermione's body...I dunno, if the kid was a boy, that'd be kinda weird...- but I know what you mean. Naming the kid Harry or something would be really funny tho...I'm sure Voldie would luv that...esp when years later he has to ground the kid or something...And ya, I agree as far as the Halloween thing – it would almost balance out the kid having the name 'Harry.' Ya – dun worry, Voldie will be gaining muscle soon...and as far as point #5, I agree with you – read this chappie, and tell me what you think...and thanks for the long review! :-D
Lestrange24 – Actually, I was thinking make the Latin or Slytherin name the first one and the second the normal name...so like what you said but reverse...-. And yes, I agree with you over Salazar and Tom Marvolo – they're used way too much – having the kid's middle name be 'Albus' or 'Harry' would be really funny tho...although it might give Voldie bad memories – meh. Ya, and I think the sooner Hermione gets pregnant the better – it makes a great addition to the plot. =)
Eden – Ya – I know I'm kind of impulsive myself – it's like I do things without thinking – I'm just hoping once I get out of teenage-ness, I'll actually think first...fat chance tho. Ya, you're right about his genes – the kid would be handsome, provided Hermione's genes for unruly hair and buckteeth don't cause too much of an effect...- . Ya, I'm sure Voldemort would love a kid born on Halloween...good point about the muggle name thing tho... Ya right now he's just like a skeleton with skin on it – he can do stuff with a wand, but if you take that away – right now, I'd say he's – I guess maybe 140 lbs...about 6'7"... so if you add body fat and muscle, no more than 240 lbs – I mean, even that would be a lotta physical strength...it's like you'd feel bad for anyone that crossed his path...=) . Ah, poor DE...being flung across the room...-author hums Survivor tune to self- Ya, I agree – Harry will eventually get over his feeling of being betrayed, and Hermione will always slightly distrust him and Voldemort, as far as not blasting each other into oblivion...O, and thanx for the long review! :-D
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"I dunno...it sounds like somebody goes fishing every now and then..."
"I DO NOT GO FISHING!!" Voldemort yelled. If such an unfounded, false accusation started flying around about him, he wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Alright...whatever," Hermione said not entirely convinced. "Still – I didn't know you had a sense of humor."
"Ok, first – I had a friend back at the muggle orphanage who was into fishing...so one summer we ran away during Laundry Day and I accompanied him that afternoon – he kept telling me of this damn trout he was trying to catch and his fantasies of hanging it on the wall. As far as fishing, I thought it was boring, and haven't gone since. Second, just because I'm Slytherin doesn't mean I don't have a sense of humor. Even Snape does...i.e, the sarcasm." Great. Now she had quality blackmail material. The evil Lord Voldemort went on a fishing trip. Shit.
Never mind, though...Hermione had decided on trying out international foods – tonight was French night. His favorite. Which made everything all better.
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The next day, when Voldemort was out recruiting more death eaters, Hermione took the liberty of delivering her friend Harry some food...she carried in a tray of pancakes, taking care not to sweep them with her bushy hair...she slipped it in his doggy door with a cup of orange juice, and the necessary condiments and silverware. She hesitated, and then slipped Harry his wand as well. Harry glared at her suspiciously, snatching his wand and refusing to touch the food – it was the same when Hermione tried to feed him leftover French food from last night.
"Eat, Harry," Hermione said, concerned...Harry was sitting in a corner of his cage, legs spread out in front of him – she couldn't read his expression because his head was down and the messy black hair obscured his face.
"Why?" he asked, finally, startling his friend of eight years. "Why – why do I care anymore? I've lost everything thanks to that bastard. EVERYTHING! And then you – you go and bond with the enemy! Marrying HIM, of ALL people! You've sunk lower than Wormtail!" Harry didn't even look up at Hermione, but the hate in his voice was unmistakable as he yelled, "YOU STABBED ME IN THE BACK, YOU TRAITOR!!!"
Hermione kneeled down beside the cage, blinking back tears... "So much for the 'If it makes you happy...' thing from yesterday," she said at last, once Harry had finished yelling. Harry looked up at her, glaring daggers – it frightened her – she had never seen such cold naked hate in his eyes, envy, jealousy, thirst for revenge...
"I'm not thick enough to try and pick a fight surrounded by enemies – you KNOW their PAST – what THEY'VE done and said to me, to you, to everyone who crosses their path! You know what they're capable of! – And you just go and switch sides, FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE HEARTLESS MONSTER THAT LEADS THEM?" Harry yelled.
Hermione sighed deeply, determined not to start yelling like he did. Why did everything have to be so hard? Did no one trust her? She hadn't done anything... "That's not true," she found herself saying. "He's human, just like you or me – just a man with a soul and a heart like everyone else walking this earth. And I love him..."
"BUT DOES HE LOVE YOU BACK?" Harry asked finally. "He can't - Hermione – he's KILLED nearly everyone I hold dear – the obvious people, but then – ." Harry trailed off, and held Hermione's hand. "Hermione – all these years – ever since I broke up with Cho – I've wanted /you/ – I never said anything because I thought you loved Ron...And then you go off with HIM? HOW COULD YOU?"
Hermione pulled her hand out of his grasp. "Harry...listen to me," Hermione said, desperately, trying to reason with him. "I never loved Ron – he was chasing after Lavender. But – I – I loved you too – when neither of you asked me to the Yule Ball, I kept quiet because I didn't want to spark any more fights like in third year – and then I had Krum and you had Cho – and then, I guess you didn't want to make any more loved ones targets for Tom after Sirius, and so I didn't say anything."
"SO WHY DID YOU MARRY VOLDEMORT???" Harry yelled, near hysterics – he honestly looked ready to cry.
"IT WASN'T MY...." Hermione started, but broke off. Yes, it was, partially.
"It wasn't what? Wasn't your fault?...Guess it was partially your fault, then, wasn't it?"
"Severus, Draco, and Tom all asked me to marry them – thanks to Fudge, I couldn't refuse!"
"I don't even WANT to know WHY they picked YOU, of all people, or WHY you picked VOLDEMORT, of the three..."
"Well, who would you have me marry, then?"
Harry opened his mouth, and closed it. This was too much. This was – this was insane. "Snape or Malfoy. Definitely not Voldemort, though – you're smart, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING??"
"I'm sorry, Harry, but it's over with. I love him, he loves me, we're married, /end/ of story! I've thought this through – I /know/ what I'm doing..." Hermione said, but Harry wasn't convinced, and tried taking the more patient approach.
"Hermione – look – he's messed with your mind – I know it – a curse or potion or SOMETHING...but – if you were in your right mind you wouldn't do this – let me out, and we'll escape this hellhole, and tell the Order where his new hideout is..."
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermione shrieked, making Harry shut up immediately. "What the HELL?? You don't get it, do you? I did this of my own FREE WILL – he hasn't put me under /any/ enchantments." Hermione paused for breath...Harry looked skeptical...most likely he was thinking of Ginny being enchanted – of course, no one knew...not until it was too late. "I. Chose. Him," Hermione said, poking Harry in the chest with every word.
Harry and Hermione stared at each other, holding each other's gaze for minutes in silence. Each thinking if this would be the end of their friendship – the friendship that started with Quirrell's releasing of the troll into the dungeons on Halloween first year – since then they had been best friends, along with Ron...and now, it seemed as if it was all over. Harry finally broke eye contact, unable to look into his friend's cinnamon eyes any longer.
"You do realize you didn't /have/ to marry him..." Harry said in a hollow voice.
"What? Of course I did...he's a pureblood..." Hermione said, shaking her head at her friend's failed sense of logic.
"No – he's not. Didn't you ever wonder why he grew up in a muggle orphanage? He's less wizard than I am – his dad was a muggle and left his mum when he found out she was a witch – his mum died in childbirth. He killed his /muggle/ father when he was thirteen."
"Thanks, Potter, for that unwanted revealing of my history," a high cold voice whispered in the shadows. Harry flinched, and Hermione's eyebrows were raised in suspicion at Harry's story of her husband, but she couldn't help smiling a little at hearing that her lover came back. She stood slowly and turned on her heel to face him.
Standing between the two, she turned her head to look at Tom, before turning to look at Harry, and back again – it was as if she was watching a tennis match. Like she was trying to decide something – whether this was true, where her loyalties lay, who she would've married if Fudge didn't lay down the damn law, who she supported and loved more, which one she preferred...
"You would've picked him to be your groom, if the Ministry didn't set down that law, wouldn't you?" Tom asked, finally, leering at her with his cold red snake-slitted eyes.
Hermione nodded her head, not knowing exactly how to respond to that.
"But you love me, now, don't you," Voldemort said. It wasn't a question, but a snide confirmation.
Again, Hermione nodded – Harry frowned, not knowing what Voldemort was getting at.
"Crucio him – prove your love to me," Voldemort said coldly, smirking in a way that exposed his two snake-fangs.
Harry's jaw dropped, and he looked up at Hermione with pleading in his eyes – his eyes wide and open, silently begging her not to. He had undergone this before...Hermione knew it wasn't the physical pain that he feared – it was the pain he'd suffer mentally if the friend he had spent so much time with, spent Christmas with, stayed up late in the common room with, spent adventures with – suddenly turned on him, using the Cruciatrius curse. Because she knew as well as the two others in the room, that the curse was fueled by hatred, by a desire to cause pain to the victim.
Hermione smiled – a sort of sweet, innocent smile that spoke of mischief, and she shook her head slowly.
She didn't know why she was doing this, but hell – it was so much fun to mess with guys' simple minds...particularly these two...she moved slowly, like a predator, towards Harry's cage – Voldemort smirked, and Harry looked like he was about to wet himself from fear – strangely like Neville in Potions class. It was disconcerting – Hermione looked at him concerned, but she reached the front of his cage, where he was.
"Stand up," she said firmly. Harry glared at her in disbelief, but didn't move. "STAND UP!" Hermione said louder, and finally, her difficult friend grabbed the bars and pulled himself up to his feet.
Hermione extended her arms and hugged Harry through the bars – embracing him like a brother, like family, like how you'd hug your Aunt when her favorite niece dies – Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, and patted his back...she hesitated, and then pecked him on the cheek, before swiveling on her heel.
Voldemort was full of envy – he was furious. His normally pale face was tinged with red, his eyes sparking with fire, and the room got darker – dark with his aura of black magic. Magic crackled through the air like electricity...all that could be seen of him were his fiery red snake-slit eyes leering in the darkness.
Hermione walked over towards him, and hugged him too – only, unlike with Harry, it wasn't a family-type hug, but a hug you give your lover – she pressed her body close to Voldemort, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest – no air space was between them, as she hugged him, nuzzling her head against his chest.
And slowly Harry watched as light returned to the living room – the black aura faded away, leaving the room flooded with daylight, the way it was before. The blood fell from Voldemort's face.
Hermione kissed Tom fully on the mouth, holding him against her, and at last, the fiery sparks in his eyes faded back to normal. Hermione let go of him, and left. She stopped in the doorway and turned around, shaking her head, smiling, saying, "You two are crazy..." before she left.
Harry raised a hand to his cheek, Voldemort wet his lips. They stared at each other for a brief moment, as if struggling to make sense of the mad witch that was just in the room. At length, Voldemort turned and walked out, glaring at his nemesis. He so wanted to put an Unforgivable on him, but he had seen Hermione lose her temper before, and didn't want to witness it again.
It took a few minutes after Voldemort left for it to dawn on the two that looking back on it as an outsider, Hermione was trying to make a point. She couldn't crucio Harry; she loved him like family...and she loved Voldemort /equally,/ as her soul-mate. Harry relaxed at this enlightenment, seeing that he still had someone on his side, even if he was at the headquarters of evil. And Voldemort relaxed, seeing that Harry wasn't a threat – Hermione may love him, but not in the same way she loved /him./
Hermione, meanwhile, pulled out the CDs, CD player and headphones, and bags of clothes she bought two days earlier, and enlargened them cautiously; muggle things didn't respond as well to charms and spells as magical things did.
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Meanwhile, Lucius was at Malfoy Manor, in a drunken rage. He was furious with that – that – there were no words to describe it. Bitch, chit, sod, whore, mudblood – no words were strong enough to describe her. Who did she think she was? A disgusting, filthy little mudblood girl, Gryffindor, teacher's pet, Potter's sidekick....who did she think she was, going after his lord like that? He hated her as much as he hated Potter...and that was saying something – she had muggle parents, she was always beating Draco in every single bloody class, hung out with Potter for so many years – what did she think she was getting at, marrying Voldemort? Seducing him?
Granted, Voldemort was the one who asked her, and its not like she could refuse – as far as he knew, Voldemort was pureblood – as pureblood as they go – he had told them from day one about how far back his purebloodedness went – about a dozen generations, twice as many as the Malfoy family...he respected Voldemort, but he knew his son had also vouched for her hand...fortunately for Draco, he hadn't been near his father since Lucius found out the full story – gathering bits and pieces from other Death Eaters and other folk and whatnot. Poisoning the valued near-royal Malfoy line with a mudblood like her, indeed...Then again, looking back on it, forcing the same curse that bound House-elves to serve their master /on/ her...seeing her scrubbing the vast floors of his Manor...that would have been priceless....she could've been a family toy, and as long as she didn't get pregnant...
His lord and master always came first, before his job, before his reputation, before his fortune, before his home, before his family. But, lately, he had lost some of his respect for him...because he had watched them, gathered information...from what he saw and noticed and put together, the once evil, dark, cruel, mean soulless monster he had so blindly admired and looked up to...was going steadily in the opposite direction...all because of /her/. What she had done to him, he didn't know. He had married Narcissa and had Draco, and he hadn't mellowed at all. He was still the same going- behind-people's-back-to-ruin-their-lives, slippery wizard he once was.
For a brief moment, he considered, that if, well, she did transform Voldemort into a mockery of his original self, a caring, loving man who renounced his Dark Lord title, he could take it on himself. And become the ruler of all that is dark and evil, and goes bump in the night...But that dream quickly deflated.
He could never match Voldemort for skill, talent, leadership, instilling fear, and the other many factors that made him /the/ Dark Lord. He'd still only be second-best, to that legend, which would always haunt him.
One thing he could do, though, is make the bitch's life miserable – there was the added risk of Voldemort finding out and having his head, but he doubted that – he was too useful – he had provided information from inside the ministry and helped support funds for years. And as long as she didn't find out he was behind it, everything would go smoothly. Lead a terrorist organization focused on dark arts, he could not.
Make the bitch's life miserable by having Voldemort turn against her and kill her, and become his usual evil self, he could do. Voldemort would thank him, reward him behind his dreams, for making him see the light – or rather, the lack of light. The dark. He would be rewarded – he already had money, but he knew Voldemort could easily revoke the part of the bond he had with Narcissa that prevented him from sleeping with others...certain Dark Arts curses could break that bond like glass. And if the bitch was dead, it would break Potter as well, making it all the more easier for Voldemort to kill the bastard.
Lucius grinned, exposing both his upper and lower sets of teeth – almost every one of the thirty teeth in his mouth (two molars in the back were knocked out when he fell down the stairs three years ago, tripping over one of Draco's schoolbooks...he had done a complete flip in air backwards, landing on his feet halfway down the staircase before slipping off the corner of the step, doing a somersault in air landing in a brief handstand on the railing, before flipping off and landing on his face, getting a mouthful of marble floor...no one was home, and he decided he didn't want anyone to find out about his humiliating, but highly entertaining fall – which would put an Olympic gymnast to shame – so for once, Draco didn't get punished, and not knowing the charm to replace his teeth, he let them go, not wanting to St. Mungo's and have people find out).
Life was beautiful. And the brilliant Malfoy mind he so prided himself on, had thought of an equally brilliant plan. It was low, dirty, risky, and would ruin several lives, but in the end, give a face-lift to his own life. Which was only a metaphor, of course – he was proud to say at age 45, he didn't need a face-lift at all.
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Alright! Yay! Ok, what do people think?
Ah, it's so fun writing about Lucius...the inner workings of his mind...
Harry, and Voldemort too – hell, they all have "interesting" minds...meh.
Tell me what you think so far!
Let's see – this chapter's review questions:
#1 – What do you think of this chapter?
#2 – What should Lucius be planning to turn Voldemort against Hermione?
#3 – Do I need to put in more Hermione/Voldemort interaction, mushiness, whatever – you know, stuff like snogging, and then the simple stuff? Or is it ok for now?
#4 – Is the Order suspicious of Hermione?
And finally, #5 – Anyone know any good fics where Hermione plots revenge against Snape – you know, where she and/or other Gryffindors plot ways to annoy the hell out of Snape? Or what about against Voldemort? Any other humorous fics you know of?
O - and sorry about everything with police deleting my story...well, its back up, and I'll have another chapter out next week sometime...
O, and as far as knowing when I've updated, there's a simple way to do that - click the 'Author Alert' thingie...
That's all –
Adios, amigos y amigas!
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