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A/N: Uh oh.sorry I took like a year to update the stupid story! I'm just soooo lazy. But I figured I absolutely HAD to update before this Saturday because that's when MY big bad test is. So I don't know, it's just one of those things. The actual test should be in the next chapter, I just feel like dragging it out, bwahaha. Man, this story is really pointless, isn't it? Oh well, you guys seem to like it. Um.well, I have 72 REVIEWS, WOOT WOOT! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Ok, onward then.
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Dear Hermione was right, as she often was.
The contraceptive charm was HARD AS HELL.
I had a week left until the damn test to master it, and I was not making much progress. But if I failed that portion of the test, I would have no one to blame but my mother.
I will explain this eventually.
As the rest of the morons and I sat in Potions class on early Friday morning (TOO early, I hadn't even had time for coffee and I was a wreck.really, I was), waiting for Snape to show up, I turned to Hermione, something finally occurring to me. "I have a question."
"And what's that?" She didn't look up from Hogwarts, A History.
I sighed melodramatically. "How am I supposed to KNOW if I'm doing the contraceptive charm right if I have no way of testing it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "What are you suggesting?"
I leaned over the desk toward her, raising my eyebrows suggestively. "I think you know EXACTLY what I'm suggesting, Hermione." I was sexy and she wanted me. I could see it in her eyes.
Not, of course, that she ever hadn't wanted me. Just especially at that point.
Hermione closed her book and looked up to glare at me. "Get over yourself, you egotistical pervert."
"You know you want my body."
"I am so sick of you it's actually kind of amusing."
I nodded. "Yes, I often seem to have that effect on people. I honestly can't imagine why."
"You know, I actually am sure you can't."
"But seriously, then," I continued. "What AM I supposed to practice on? And I would like to add that I am not necessarily meaning with myself."
"I don't know. You'll figure something out, I'm sure. But don't even come near my cat."
I sighed. "Come ON, Hermione, you didn't even give it a chance! Look how happy our friend Mr. Norris is now that he's a man! I really did a good thing with that sex charm!"
Now it was Hermione's turn to sigh. "He's not happy. Thanks to you, he's not allowed out of Filch's office because he suddenly made sexual moves on Snape's leg. Filch is a nervous wreck. And if Snape ever finds out it was your fault, he WILL kill you. He wasn't happy, to say the least."
I smirked. It was true; not only did I turn Mrs. Norris into a male cat, I turned her into a horny and gay male cat. It was probably my finest work. Way better than anything the Weasleys had ever done. It was made even better due to the fact that everyone was too stupid to notice what I had done to Mrs. Norris. "That was amusing, you have to admit. Besides, I made the school a better place. Students are no longer afraid to walk these halls. They're much happier people since Mr. Norris was done away with! I actually, for the first time I can remember, did a good thing. You should be very proud of me."
"All I'm saying is that I'm glad you FINALLY were able to do the sex change charm. I was getting even more sick of it than I am of you, and that's saying something."
"Oh, you love me."
"Oh, you wish."
Snape finally took the opportunity to stroll in, scowling at us all. It was really true; he had become even more malicious than usual after the Mr. Norris thing. I probably would have, too. But it was really cool; he had been yelling at Hannah Abbott for about a week straight.
He sat down at his desk, glaring. "Get with your partners and finish your Love Potions from yesterday. Hurry up, I don't have time for this, and you know what?" We stared, as was the custom. Snape narrowed his eyes evilly. "I DESPISE all love potions!"
I doubted there was really anyone in the class that actually disagreed with him. Finch-Fletchley looked rather disgusted as he went up to the front of the class to get our potion.
I am compelled to mention that really, Finch-Fletchley wasn't all that bad. Or rather, he was someone to rant to (not that he didn't rant to me, I must give him his credit) in the ninety minute blocks we were constantly forced to spend in the dungeon.
But anyway, this isn't about Finch-Fletchley. This is all about ME.
As I waited for Finch-Fletchley to join me (there was no way I was dragging MY cauldron all the way across the room, he could do it just as well), my mind wandered. I really didn't know what was up with everything this year.
Because of course, as everyone knows, all love potions are are really only aphrodisiacs. I suppose it is true that all these dirty things we were learning about would really help us more than anything else we might have learned for later life. But really, you could only take so much.
An hour later, Finch-Fletchley and I were almost finished on our potion, and were just waiting until we could add the final ingredient. We were watching Snape screaming at Abbott with the utmost interest.
Abbott looked close to tears. Hermione (darling girl that she is) was just continuing on with the potion, ignoring everything. Goldstein was trying to hit MacMillan in the head with his cauldron (how, I'm not quite sure, but that's the way it is). And Finch-Fletchley and I just laughed.
It took my man Sev another fifteen minutes to wear out his screaming fit. When he was done, he sighed in content and walked over to my side of the dungeon. Abbott buried her face in her arms, probably crying. I just laughed more.
Snape, now perfectly calm (yet still perfectly malicious), glanced at Finch- Fletchley and me. "You two. Stay after class."
He said nothing more. I first assumed that he had found out about Mr. Norris and was going to condemn me to hell for it. I then reminded myself, however, that Finch-Fletchley had nothing to do with that. Or at least that I knew of.
So yet another fifteen minutes later, when the bell sounded, and my dear classmates shuffled off to their next classes (or wherever it REALLY was they were going.I didn't trust any of them for a minute), Finch-Fletchley and I stayed behind.
Snape sighed, obviously annoyed and quite sick of us all. "The Headmaster has informed me that I have neglected to give you the proper details. Since there are only two of you this year, which is actually less than normal, I have to chaperone you while you take your exam. You will be in my dungeon next Saturday morning, eight o'clock sharp."
Finch-Fletchley nodded, looking bored. I raised an eyebrow. "You're trying to get into Healing school too?"
He nodded again. It was really only logical, I reminded myself; why else would a Hufflepuff be in Snape's class by free will?
Snape rolled his eyes. "I will only say this once; you're late, I won't let you in. I have to sit in a dungeon, with YOU TWO of all people, for three hours on a Saturday morning, when I have so many better things to do, and if you take up even more of my time, you will burn in hell," he hissed lethally.
I nodded, quite used to this, as did Finch-Fletchley.
Snape returned to his desk and took out some papers. "Now be off with you, you're wasting my time, as I have just warned you about." And so, we left.
As soon as we got out of the room, Finch-Fletchley turned to me. "Why else would I be with Snape, of all the people, by my own choice?"
Of course I was right. I was always right. "That's precisely what I was just thinking."
When we got out of the dungeons, Finch-Fletchley and I split up, I off to absorb the knowledge of my great teacher, Professor Zaitzev.
Ah, if only.
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Sometime after lunch, I had an hour to kill before Herbology, so I headed to the library.
Not surprisingly, Hermione was there. I made my way over to her, bent on telling her something. "Hey Hermione."
"What is it now?"
"I just wanted you to know that even if you continue to break my spirit and I never master the contraceptive charm, I won't blame you for it."
"Oh really. I'm touched." She didn't sound it, however. I wondered why. She should have.
"Instead, I simply plan on blaming my mother."
"Can't you just blame yourself for not working hard enough?"
"No, because it's really my mum's fault."
"And why is that?"
I suddenly realized that I had inadvertently trapped myself, and now would be forced to recap my actually true story to her. "Do you really want to know?"
"Probably not, but now you have to tell me anyway." She finally looked up at me.
I sighed, recognizing my own stupidity in saying anything in the first place. "So normal parents in the wizarding world would TEACH their kids the contraceptive charm, or something like that, when they're old enough, right?"
She shrugged. "I wouldn't know, but if you say so."
I shook my head. "Well, not my mum. Nope, had to do it the HARD way, MY mum. So at the beginning of the summer after fifth year, she starts asking me every other day if I have a girlfriend, because she's afraid I'm going to get her pregnant. Not that there WAS anyone to get pregnant, which I kept telling her, but she didn't believe me. So I'm like, just TEACH me the damn charm so you can leave me alone, but she's all 'Nooooo, it's too flimsy!' She's insane, I tell you."
Hermione was staring at me, not yet impressed with my story. She would be, though. It was a good one, if not embarrassing as hell. I hadn't yet told anyone, but I didn't really care too much that I was telling her, when I thought about it. "I'm sure she is."
I nodded. "So anyway, she's convinced that since I'm not allowed to use magic during the summer anyway, that I should get some condoms." My mother is completely insane. Hence my reason for running off to Tonks' house to escape the madness. Hermione still stared. "So she takes me to this muggle store and she's walking around, going on about it at an overly decent volume. But then she decides she needs to know if they'll be the right size," sick woman she is, "so she goes up to the register and asks for a tape measurer, then she makes me-"
Hermione, quite rightfully, cut me off. "I really don't think I want to hear the rest of this."
"Wise choice. Very wise choice."
We were silent for a moment. Hermione eventually spoke. "So what was the point of that again?"
I shrugged. "I don't really remember. Just talking, I guess."
"Okay then. Now study."
I sighed. Just one more week.
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A/N: Aw man.that lovely little tale at the end was inspired half by a real- life experience (not exactly the same, don't worry, but awfully close) and half by something else that I just can't remember at the moment. But I kind of wanted to emphasize the insanity Draco has to live with. You can't really blame him for turning out the way he has. And btw, I plan on putting more about Draco's psycho family later. Get used to it.okay, on with life. I have something I would like to make known. About Draco possibly being OOC in this story.well, I see what you people are talking about, but I want you to think about it. Most of us have seriously been reading so much fanfiction that we often think of the typical fanon character of someone as their actual CANON character. But really, if you go look at the books, you can kind of see where I get off making Draco the way I have. At least, I hope, lol. I mean, in the actual books, Draco is portrayed as the kind of guy that makes sarcastic comments, makes fun of people, likes being the center of attention, can be pretty nasty at times.pretty much how I've portrayed him! At least that's how I see it. So feel free to respond to that, but I hope you guys can see what I'm talking about. Okay, that was long. On with my wonderful, beautiful reviewers.
I thank: RivanKnight®, Ehlonna, Darkening Sky, relena333, Callisto, and DanishGirl.
In Dreams: Yeppers, you can have the Zevster. No one else likes him enough.hehe I'm just kidding, I do love my Zevvie Zev. Ah water, nature's champagne. It really is. Yes, Draco is certainly a babe (just ask him, he'll tell you), so Hermione so obviously wants him. Even though she won't admit it. Um, have fun planning the wedding? Bwaha.
kiwi36: Throwing cats.I certainly have a thing with that. *sighs dreamily* Ah, Leo, I make you---eh, never mind, I'll stop. Don't worry, D & H will most certainly like each other.eventually. Actually, I think my man D already does like her, he just hasn't figured it out yet. God, I'm the author and I don't even know, lol.
RikuNghts: Hehe, I bet you really ARE sick deep inside your mind, you just don't know it. Aw, j/k. Actually, I'm kind of not. Oh well. Man, you are sooo cool because you like my writing.seriously it rocks my world to hear that. Tell my damn teacher, grr. I present thee with this chapter in hopes that it is adequate.
eth: Hahaha, one time I was reading a wicked funny story (it was one of those stories that is supposed to be serious but is really so stupid it's hilarious, as opposed to my story, which probably couldn't be serious if I tried to make it so) and I was eating a popsicle and I got to this one particulary stupid part and I choked on it and I thought I was going to die because I was laughing so hard. Okay.
super sycoh: Da, Draco is very blah. Good word. *smirk* I know, I just always say espanolo because I think it sounds cooler. And now you know what happened to Mr. Norris.
Redundant Goddess: *rolls eyes* As if, I don't even like Spanish. I'm being forced to take it against my will. Oh well. Haha, German.my daddy taught me a word in German! I'm not really NOT supposed to say it, but I won't anyway.mainly because I can't spell it. Oh well. And more pies!
NitenGale: My friend worships you for your review. But anyway, I'll get to it, you guys can all wait.
sweet-soph: Woot, someone thinks I did a good job with Draco's character! You rock.
burgundyred: It's not that I didn't want you to comment on it, I just felt some explanation was in order. If you still think he's OOC, that's perfectly cool, but you should read the above author's note. Anyway, glad you love it, here's another chapter for yeh!
Slytherin Star Gazer: I have very random sarcastic humor, so that kind of shows in my writing, I suppose. Lol. And yes, I am very perverted. I can't help it. Glad it's funny, though.
And.Meggles: Mazeltov! Man, I'm gonna find a way to make someone say that in this story, I just love it so much. Later.
That A/N was like twice as long as the chapter. I'm sorry about that. Once again, I'm really sorry about the wait, I'll try to be faster next time. And PLEASE review, thanks!
A/N: Uh oh.sorry I took like a year to update the stupid story! I'm just soooo lazy. But I figured I absolutely HAD to update before this Saturday because that's when MY big bad test is. So I don't know, it's just one of those things. The actual test should be in the next chapter, I just feel like dragging it out, bwahaha. Man, this story is really pointless, isn't it? Oh well, you guys seem to like it. Um.well, I have 72 REVIEWS, WOOT WOOT! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Ok, onward then.
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Dear Hermione was right, as she often was.
The contraceptive charm was HARD AS HELL.
I had a week left until the damn test to master it, and I was not making much progress. But if I failed that portion of the test, I would have no one to blame but my mother.
I will explain this eventually.
As the rest of the morons and I sat in Potions class on early Friday morning (TOO early, I hadn't even had time for coffee and I was a wreck.really, I was), waiting for Snape to show up, I turned to Hermione, something finally occurring to me. "I have a question."
"And what's that?" She didn't look up from Hogwarts, A History.
I sighed melodramatically. "How am I supposed to KNOW if I'm doing the contraceptive charm right if I have no way of testing it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "What are you suggesting?"
I leaned over the desk toward her, raising my eyebrows suggestively. "I think you know EXACTLY what I'm suggesting, Hermione." I was sexy and she wanted me. I could see it in her eyes.
Not, of course, that she ever hadn't wanted me. Just especially at that point.
Hermione closed her book and looked up to glare at me. "Get over yourself, you egotistical pervert."
"You know you want my body."
"I am so sick of you it's actually kind of amusing."
I nodded. "Yes, I often seem to have that effect on people. I honestly can't imagine why."
"You know, I actually am sure you can't."
"But seriously, then," I continued. "What AM I supposed to practice on? And I would like to add that I am not necessarily meaning with myself."
"I don't know. You'll figure something out, I'm sure. But don't even come near my cat."
I sighed. "Come ON, Hermione, you didn't even give it a chance! Look how happy our friend Mr. Norris is now that he's a man! I really did a good thing with that sex charm!"
Now it was Hermione's turn to sigh. "He's not happy. Thanks to you, he's not allowed out of Filch's office because he suddenly made sexual moves on Snape's leg. Filch is a nervous wreck. And if Snape ever finds out it was your fault, he WILL kill you. He wasn't happy, to say the least."
I smirked. It was true; not only did I turn Mrs. Norris into a male cat, I turned her into a horny and gay male cat. It was probably my finest work. Way better than anything the Weasleys had ever done. It was made even better due to the fact that everyone was too stupid to notice what I had done to Mrs. Norris. "That was amusing, you have to admit. Besides, I made the school a better place. Students are no longer afraid to walk these halls. They're much happier people since Mr. Norris was done away with! I actually, for the first time I can remember, did a good thing. You should be very proud of me."
"All I'm saying is that I'm glad you FINALLY were able to do the sex change charm. I was getting even more sick of it than I am of you, and that's saying something."
"Oh, you love me."
"Oh, you wish."
Snape finally took the opportunity to stroll in, scowling at us all. It was really true; he had become even more malicious than usual after the Mr. Norris thing. I probably would have, too. But it was really cool; he had been yelling at Hannah Abbott for about a week straight.
He sat down at his desk, glaring. "Get with your partners and finish your Love Potions from yesterday. Hurry up, I don't have time for this, and you know what?" We stared, as was the custom. Snape narrowed his eyes evilly. "I DESPISE all love potions!"
I doubted there was really anyone in the class that actually disagreed with him. Finch-Fletchley looked rather disgusted as he went up to the front of the class to get our potion.
I am compelled to mention that really, Finch-Fletchley wasn't all that bad. Or rather, he was someone to rant to (not that he didn't rant to me, I must give him his credit) in the ninety minute blocks we were constantly forced to spend in the dungeon.
But anyway, this isn't about Finch-Fletchley. This is all about ME.
As I waited for Finch-Fletchley to join me (there was no way I was dragging MY cauldron all the way across the room, he could do it just as well), my mind wandered. I really didn't know what was up with everything this year.
Because of course, as everyone knows, all love potions are are really only aphrodisiacs. I suppose it is true that all these dirty things we were learning about would really help us more than anything else we might have learned for later life. But really, you could only take so much.
An hour later, Finch-Fletchley and I were almost finished on our potion, and were just waiting until we could add the final ingredient. We were watching Snape screaming at Abbott with the utmost interest.
Abbott looked close to tears. Hermione (darling girl that she is) was just continuing on with the potion, ignoring everything. Goldstein was trying to hit MacMillan in the head with his cauldron (how, I'm not quite sure, but that's the way it is). And Finch-Fletchley and I just laughed.
It took my man Sev another fifteen minutes to wear out his screaming fit. When he was done, he sighed in content and walked over to my side of the dungeon. Abbott buried her face in her arms, probably crying. I just laughed more.
Snape, now perfectly calm (yet still perfectly malicious), glanced at Finch- Fletchley and me. "You two. Stay after class."
He said nothing more. I first assumed that he had found out about Mr. Norris and was going to condemn me to hell for it. I then reminded myself, however, that Finch-Fletchley had nothing to do with that. Or at least that I knew of.
So yet another fifteen minutes later, when the bell sounded, and my dear classmates shuffled off to their next classes (or wherever it REALLY was they were going.I didn't trust any of them for a minute), Finch-Fletchley and I stayed behind.
Snape sighed, obviously annoyed and quite sick of us all. "The Headmaster has informed me that I have neglected to give you the proper details. Since there are only two of you this year, which is actually less than normal, I have to chaperone you while you take your exam. You will be in my dungeon next Saturday morning, eight o'clock sharp."
Finch-Fletchley nodded, looking bored. I raised an eyebrow. "You're trying to get into Healing school too?"
He nodded again. It was really only logical, I reminded myself; why else would a Hufflepuff be in Snape's class by free will?
Snape rolled his eyes. "I will only say this once; you're late, I won't let you in. I have to sit in a dungeon, with YOU TWO of all people, for three hours on a Saturday morning, when I have so many better things to do, and if you take up even more of my time, you will burn in hell," he hissed lethally.
I nodded, quite used to this, as did Finch-Fletchley.
Snape returned to his desk and took out some papers. "Now be off with you, you're wasting my time, as I have just warned you about." And so, we left.
As soon as we got out of the room, Finch-Fletchley turned to me. "Why else would I be with Snape, of all the people, by my own choice?"
Of course I was right. I was always right. "That's precisely what I was just thinking."
When we got out of the dungeons, Finch-Fletchley and I split up, I off to absorb the knowledge of my great teacher, Professor Zaitzev.
Ah, if only.
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Sometime after lunch, I had an hour to kill before Herbology, so I headed to the library.
Not surprisingly, Hermione was there. I made my way over to her, bent on telling her something. "Hey Hermione."
"What is it now?"
"I just wanted you to know that even if you continue to break my spirit and I never master the contraceptive charm, I won't blame you for it."
"Oh really. I'm touched." She didn't sound it, however. I wondered why. She should have.
"Instead, I simply plan on blaming my mother."
"Can't you just blame yourself for not working hard enough?"
"No, because it's really my mum's fault."
"And why is that?"
I suddenly realized that I had inadvertently trapped myself, and now would be forced to recap my actually true story to her. "Do you really want to know?"
"Probably not, but now you have to tell me anyway." She finally looked up at me.
I sighed, recognizing my own stupidity in saying anything in the first place. "So normal parents in the wizarding world would TEACH their kids the contraceptive charm, or something like that, when they're old enough, right?"
She shrugged. "I wouldn't know, but if you say so."
I shook my head. "Well, not my mum. Nope, had to do it the HARD way, MY mum. So at the beginning of the summer after fifth year, she starts asking me every other day if I have a girlfriend, because she's afraid I'm going to get her pregnant. Not that there WAS anyone to get pregnant, which I kept telling her, but she didn't believe me. So I'm like, just TEACH me the damn charm so you can leave me alone, but she's all 'Nooooo, it's too flimsy!' She's insane, I tell you."
Hermione was staring at me, not yet impressed with my story. She would be, though. It was a good one, if not embarrassing as hell. I hadn't yet told anyone, but I didn't really care too much that I was telling her, when I thought about it. "I'm sure she is."
I nodded. "So anyway, she's convinced that since I'm not allowed to use magic during the summer anyway, that I should get some condoms." My mother is completely insane. Hence my reason for running off to Tonks' house to escape the madness. Hermione still stared. "So she takes me to this muggle store and she's walking around, going on about it at an overly decent volume. But then she decides she needs to know if they'll be the right size," sick woman she is, "so she goes up to the register and asks for a tape measurer, then she makes me-"
Hermione, quite rightfully, cut me off. "I really don't think I want to hear the rest of this."
"Wise choice. Very wise choice."
We were silent for a moment. Hermione eventually spoke. "So what was the point of that again?"
I shrugged. "I don't really remember. Just talking, I guess."
"Okay then. Now study."
I sighed. Just one more week.
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A/N: Aw man.that lovely little tale at the end was inspired half by a real- life experience (not exactly the same, don't worry, but awfully close) and half by something else that I just can't remember at the moment. But I kind of wanted to emphasize the insanity Draco has to live with. You can't really blame him for turning out the way he has. And btw, I plan on putting more about Draco's psycho family later. Get used to it.okay, on with life. I have something I would like to make known. About Draco possibly being OOC in this story.well, I see what you people are talking about, but I want you to think about it. Most of us have seriously been reading so much fanfiction that we often think of the typical fanon character of someone as their actual CANON character. But really, if you go look at the books, you can kind of see where I get off making Draco the way I have. At least, I hope, lol. I mean, in the actual books, Draco is portrayed as the kind of guy that makes sarcastic comments, makes fun of people, likes being the center of attention, can be pretty nasty at times.pretty much how I've portrayed him! At least that's how I see it. So feel free to respond to that, but I hope you guys can see what I'm talking about. Okay, that was long. On with my wonderful, beautiful reviewers.
I thank: RivanKnight®, Ehlonna, Darkening Sky, relena333, Callisto, and DanishGirl.
In Dreams: Yeppers, you can have the Zevster. No one else likes him enough.hehe I'm just kidding, I do love my Zevvie Zev. Ah water, nature's champagne. It really is. Yes, Draco is certainly a babe (just ask him, he'll tell you), so Hermione so obviously wants him. Even though she won't admit it. Um, have fun planning the wedding? Bwaha.
kiwi36: Throwing cats.I certainly have a thing with that. *sighs dreamily* Ah, Leo, I make you---eh, never mind, I'll stop. Don't worry, D & H will most certainly like each other.eventually. Actually, I think my man D already does like her, he just hasn't figured it out yet. God, I'm the author and I don't even know, lol.
RikuNghts: Hehe, I bet you really ARE sick deep inside your mind, you just don't know it. Aw, j/k. Actually, I'm kind of not. Oh well. Man, you are sooo cool because you like my writing.seriously it rocks my world to hear that. Tell my damn teacher, grr. I present thee with this chapter in hopes that it is adequate.
eth: Hahaha, one time I was reading a wicked funny story (it was one of those stories that is supposed to be serious but is really so stupid it's hilarious, as opposed to my story, which probably couldn't be serious if I tried to make it so) and I was eating a popsicle and I got to this one particulary stupid part and I choked on it and I thought I was going to die because I was laughing so hard. Okay.
super sycoh: Da, Draco is very blah. Good word. *smirk* I know, I just always say espanolo because I think it sounds cooler. And now you know what happened to Mr. Norris.
Redundant Goddess: *rolls eyes* As if, I don't even like Spanish. I'm being forced to take it against my will. Oh well. Haha, German.my daddy taught me a word in German! I'm not really NOT supposed to say it, but I won't anyway.mainly because I can't spell it. Oh well. And more pies!
NitenGale: My friend worships you for your review. But anyway, I'll get to it, you guys can all wait.
sweet-soph: Woot, someone thinks I did a good job with Draco's character! You rock.
burgundyred: It's not that I didn't want you to comment on it, I just felt some explanation was in order. If you still think he's OOC, that's perfectly cool, but you should read the above author's note. Anyway, glad you love it, here's another chapter for yeh!
Slytherin Star Gazer: I have very random sarcastic humor, so that kind of shows in my writing, I suppose. Lol. And yes, I am very perverted. I can't help it. Glad it's funny, though.
And.Meggles: Mazeltov! Man, I'm gonna find a way to make someone say that in this story, I just love it so much. Later.
That A/N was like twice as long as the chapter. I'm sorry about that. Once again, I'm really sorry about the wait, I'll try to be faster next time. And PLEASE review, thanks!