Title: And She Will Be Loved
Author Name: Melissa Spitfire
Author email: melissa underscore spitfire at yahoo dot com (this isn't meant to be a link, but still it screwed up…)
Category: Romance
Sub Category: Angst
Keywords: Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger Auror
Rating: R
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, a little HBP there but I won't tell where
Summary: She never ever felt that she really belonged; never ever felt that she was really wanted. She is nothing but a shadow. But he is the ground where the shadow was cast, and it is in his deepest desires to make her see herself otherwise.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/n: Highly inspired by Maroon Five's "She Will Be Loved." So I don't suppose I should say that this is a songfic? Anyways... My first ever attempt on a Harry Potter fic, so please take this easy on me:grins sheepishly:
Oh, and another gomen because the fanfiction quickedit version 2 dot 3 isn't working so well that I think the chapter just screwed up the punctuation marks so... Sorry in advance.
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Bridge: Beyond the Looking Glass
I know where you hide alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful...
"Hermione!" Cried Ginny Weasley, current Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her small and almost indiscernible badge gleaming as bright as its owner's eyes did.
The previous year's Head Girl smiled in return. "Ginny!" Hermione half-walked, half-ran towards the redhead who was standing near the flight of stairs. She later found herself in the tight and welcoming embrace of the youngest Weasley. "How did you know that I was coming?" She asked as the ginger-head released her.
"Headmaster Dumbledore told me that a visitor was coming today and said I should wait for the visitor here at the Entrance Hall. When I asked him who's arriving, he said that I'd best be the one to welcome that visitor. I had a hunch who it was, and true enough, it's you." Ginny took her hand and began to pull her towards the kitchen. "Come, come! I'm sure your beloved house elves would be delighted to see you."
"Okay." Hermione beamed at her as she led her towards the kitchens.
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"So, what's the latest?" Ginny enquired from across Hermione as they sat on one of the tables in the kitchens while helping the house elves, who were bustling about preparing the supper of the other students.
"Latest?" Hermione echoed. It's not like she was the talk of the town, really.
"Oh, you know. The 'uneventful things in my life,' to quote Hermione Granger." The younger girl smiled. "Harry said he was most remorseful for leaving you here. And about your parents..."
Hermione waved the stalk of parsley at her. "You know I don't have anything against the Ministry's decision. Harry and Ron are great wizards. And about my parents, well, your Father owled me, telling me they're getting better." Her mouth twitched uncontrollably. The truth was practically spilling from her lips!
"I'm glad to hear that." Ginny nodded as she sliced the potatoes. "By the way, how's Pansy? From your last owl, you told me you're going to meet her this past weekend in Hogsmeade."
"Pansy's doing great. We went to Hogsmeade as intended, and apparated to Diagon Alley. She also helped me choose my dress robes for the Yearend Ball."
"But I thought you weren't going to that Ball?"
"Ah, that." Hermione set aside the diced carrots as she grabbed some onions from the basket. "I'm going with Blaise. You do know him, right?"
"Zabini? Blaise Zabini, as in slimy, smarmy potential Salazar Slytherin in the next decade?" Ginny exclaimed.
Hermione grinned slightly. "Ginny, Blaise isn't that bad when you get to know him. And besides, he wasn't involved in the War. The Zabinis were on neutral grounds."
"Hmmm... True..." Ginny nodded in approval. "But then... It's just that you've been hanging around frequently with Slytherins, Hermione. Pansy I'd understand, but Blaise...? Next to Malfoy, he has done a lot of terrible things to you! What's next, you're hitting it and going around London, shagging Malfoy?"
Hermione grew beet red at that remark. Ginevra Weasley is definitely too smart for her own good. "But Malfoy, well... He did help us in the War, didn't he? Why not put it past him, Ginny?"
Ginny eyed the older Gryffindor closely. Were her eyes deceiving her, or did Hermione just blush? And is it protect-the-Slytherins day? "Puh-leeze. It's not as if you kept Harry and Ron at bay with regards to Malfoy during Hogwarts, Hermione. I hope you're not going to take this against me, but why are you defending the two most despicable people that just made your Hogwarts stay miserable!"
"Really, Ginny. Blaise is not that bad. He even apologized when he came over at my flat for Christmas! You just have to know him better." Hermione reasoned. "And Pansy's dating him. Pansy wouldn't really choose him if he were that bad, now would she?"
Ginny snorted. "Pansy's got a twisted way of looking at things, Hermione. But not in a negative way, though. She fancies bad boys. Remember that romance novel I loaned her last year about two people who started out as enemies and became sex partners that eventually ended up together? The guy's stinking bad. He practically tormented the girl to no end every chance presented to him! Pansy kept on ranting at the Prefect's meeting about how the boys pick on the girls and stuff." She dropped her knife, stopped working and sighed dreamily. "But then again, I :do: like some bad guys."
Hermione felt like hexing Ginny, but thought better of it.
"But Harry still comes first." Ginny finished, beaming extra sunnily.
"Yeah... Right..." Hermione opted to stay adamant. "So, yeah. Blaise Zabini. Not a Death Eater, just a smarmy git who happened to be sorted into Slytherin. But he's not that different from Harry or Ron." She glanced up at Ginny, and inwardly sighed when she saw that she seemed content with her explanation. She just hoped she wouldn't prod on further...
"And Malfoy?"
'Ugh.' Hermione cried out mentally. So much for that. "Malfoy, on the other hand... He's a member of the Order, need I say anything more?"
"Oh yeah. Right." The redhead yawned and stretched out her arms. "I'm sorry for asking too much, Hermione." She watched as her companion expertly chopped the onions into tiny tidbits. "It's just so difficult to believe at first, but I'm not closed off to inter-house relationships, especially between Slytherins and Gryffindors. And besides, it's not bloody likely that you're cavorting and rutting around with Malfoy."
"Ow!" Hermione's hand that held the knife suddenly slipped from chopping the onions and hit her thumb. She flinched as the blade of the knife sliced the skin at the top of her thumb. She immediately placed it in her mouth, sucking the blood coming out from the wound. Sometimes, Ginny could be so blunt.
"Oh my...!" Ginny exclaimed, and she hastily cast a healing spell on the small lesion. The wound healed and closed up and almost instantaneously, it vanished. "Are you all right?"
Hermione nodded slightly. "Y-Yeah... I-I'm okay."
Ginny wondered if Hermione thought her to be a slow person. Ever since her arrival, Ginny had noticed how Hermione often spaced out during their conversations, tended to be dismissive about things that ought to be given importance, and became all jittery when it came to Slytherins, especially a certain former Head Boy. She watched as Hermione settled back on chopping the onions; she noticed the older girl's movements became sloppy and the tidbits became chunks.
"Ginevra, Ronald told me that- Oh hi, Hermione!" A blonde head with a huge lion's hat poked into the kitchen doors.
"Luna! Come in, sit down. The house elves wouldn't mind." Ginny scooted and gave some space for her friend to sit on.
"Luna!" Hermione smiled at the Ravenclaw, who snagged the fiery ex-Gryffindor keeper.
Luna beamed happily at Hermione. "You look very lovely today, Hermione." She noted. "Life beyond Hogwarts seemed to be good to you. Something you ate? Or is there someone significant?"
Hermione shook her head profusely, her hair making a dizzying sight. "It must have been something I ate." She chuckled heartily, trying to cover up her blush.
"I see... Did you have strawberries and whipped cream lately? I reckon those foods do the trick. See, my Father once sent me a package with strawberries and whipped cream and I ate a huge serving of those before sleeping and the next day I saw Ronald staring at me like I was a candy in Honeydukes. Or a broomstick on display at QQS." Luna had a loony and dreamy look on her face.
"I-I'm sure you didn't need to eat those strawberries for him to notice you." Hermione retorted in an extra high-pitched voice. "I mean that's just coincidence. He's liked you for ages, he's just struggling to express himself without making a fool of himself in front of you, right, Gin?" 'And besides,' she thought, 'that was days ago, not yesterday...' Yup, definitely not the strawberries... But maybe the whipped cream...
Luna shrugged dismissively, before turning to talk to the girl beside her. "Ginny, Ronald told me that you'll bring the mandrake bracelet he got me." Her blond curls and blast-ended skrewt danglers bobbed with every movement she made. "Did you bring it? I need it for my report in Herbology."
"Oh yeah. It's in the head's common room, screaming like it was constantly being murdered. Come on, let's get it." Ginny pulled herself up from the bench, and so did Luna. "Come with us, Hermione. I'm sure you'd like to check out your former quarters."
"Just a sec." Hermione finished chopping the onions and washed her hands on the sink.
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When the three entered the Head dormitories, Luna immediately plopped down on the rug and began playing with the chibi-mandrakes of her bracelet, soothing it to stop screaming. Ginny went up to her room and got Harry's present for her to show it to the two while Hermione walked around the common room, reveling in the familiar feeling it gave her.
She stopped at the other side of the room and stared at the magical stone slab on the marble podium, where the names of the previous heads were written in their own calligraphy. She smiled at her name, shimmering gold, which she inscribed using a special quill the previous year. Her fingers unconsciously traced the letters of the name opposite hers, where the elegant cursive of her Head Boy glimmered in silver.
Okay... Since when did she start thinking of Draco Malfoy as :her: Head Boy?
"I knew it! Since I first entered Hogwarts, I knew the two of you would click!" A voice came from her right, and Hermione jumped slightly when she saw Luna grinning like an idiot, her lion's hat beaming equally bright.
"Fate has a funny way of bringing two people together, don't you think?" Luna's cerulean orbs looked extra bright as she fiddled with her bracelet. "Just like Harry and Ginevra. And you and Draco."
Hermione, who, even when she was young never really believed in Fate, clucked her tongue in annoyance. "Luna..." She began, trying to explain herself, but a gasp from her other side alerted her that Ginny heard whatever Luna was blabbering about.
"So :that's: why you were acting strange! I just knew I hit a nerve back there..." Ginny shrieked.
"Uhm, well..."
"You two really look good together!"
"And you weren't planning on telling me?"
"... You see..."
"In fact, I reckon you just pretended to hate each other then..."
"Did you think that I wouldn't understand-"
"No, see there's..."
"You were practically meant for each other..."
"I told you I'm not against such relationships!"
"But there's nothing-"
"And you don't have to deny it, Hermione..."
"Because even if he was mean back then, you love him!"
Whatever witty comment Hermione meant to throw back in riposte to Luna and Ginny's lecture died out of her lips as their last remarks surprisingly connected.
Did she love him?
All coherent thoughts in her mind disintegrated and turned into hazy and vague concepts, and all she could do was stare out into nothingness as their words registered in her mind. Sensible Hermione Granger was turning into a lost case!
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After much coaxing and some tea later, Hermione found herself roaming the hallways of Hogwarts. Ginny and Luna somehow managed to squeeze out every single detail of her predicament (but she firmly left out the descriptions), and it felt quite reliving that someone knew the weight of her troubles. Luna suggested that she go for a walk to clear her mind, and that was what exactly she was doing now.
So, even if she was feeling very much exhausted and emotionally drained, she left the two in the Head dormitories to talk and plan about the next events for the students, and ended up wandering aimlessly. She had been from the Gryffindor Common Room, checking on the few Gryffindors that stayed over for the Holidays, strolled outside on the grounds, visited Hagrid, walked around the greenhouses and greeted the Giant Squid that resided in the Lake and decided to walk back into the warmth of the castle soon after. A few hours later Hermione walked around the corridors of Hogwarts again, befuddled still, rounded a corner and looked around, surprised that her surroundings were unfamiliar; and she finally conceded that her nightly rounds with Draco as Heads of their year didn't help in making her an expert in exploring the whole of Hogwarts. She was sure that Harry and Ron, or even the Marauders didn't know about this queer door she was standing right in front of.
Curiosity always getting the better off her, she pushed the heavy doors open and stepped into a room full of mirrors, clocks of different types and hourglasses of varying sizes and forms. The rays of the setting sun flitted in the room through small openings; the rays were reflected and refracted through the glasses of the hourglasses, casting light on the walls while specks of dust flew around and spun slowly in the light's path, giving the room a golden and ethereal feel to it.
Her gaze landed on the hourglass on top of the granite table, glimmering with the sunlight, its silvery grains sifting down the other side, and she remembered her third year when she enlisted too many subjects that she couldn't handle them all. She consulted Professor McGonagall and true enough, the kind Professor gave her a time turner. It did serve its purpose then, but when she desperately needed it for something other than her academic and scholastic activities, Crookshanks set his eyes on it, pawed, and clawed on it until the glass cracked slightly that some of the golden grains fell out of it.
She refused to dwell on the depressing events around her and focused instead on the interesting items in front of her. The pocket watch looked eerily like something she saw before, though she couldn't quite place who owned it and where she saw it...
She walked around the room, occasionally touching the items that interest her and took comfort at the tickity-tock the small and huge clocks made. She found her reflections amusing as the glass surfaces distorted her image, some breaking her reflection into pieces, some enlarging her eyes and ears or some making her hand slimmer than usual. It was a strange room; but she knew that of all the thousands of students Hogwarts housed, she was only one of the fortunate few to have encountered the room. She had a hunch that it was the Room of Requirement that decided to change into something like this.
She turned on her heels and to the general direction of the door and was about to go out of the room when all of a sudden, a prickly feeling settled on her back. She turned again, and she was taken aback when she saw a huge mirror materialize in front of her. Hermione grabbed her wand and held it tightly, putting her Auror training into use. She almost felt very disappointed that there was nothing out of the usual, since her Auror instincts tended to kick in rather late at the most pressing opportunities, but the mirror in front of her looked so out of place compared to all the brass items in the room.
Carefully she tapped her wand on the frame of the looking glass, muttering spells that could possibly reveal the true form of an object, but no transfiguration or hexing happened. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; maybe she was being a paranoid because Draco was just rubbing off on her. 'Stupid Draco...'
When she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of silver eyes looking back at her.
"Draco!" She gasped out in surprise. Hands twitching in anger, she spun around to face the git that had a habit of popping in out-of-nowhere, intent on slapping the living daylights out of him for appearing just about anywhere and giving him a piece of her mind. But her hands met the chill air behind her and Hermione frowned. Where was that git? "Malfoy... Draco, I know you're in here. Show yourself." She cried out a little too loudly.
The still air seemed to taunt her as her voice echoed around the room.
Fed up but still wary, Hermione turned to face the mirror again, blinking a few times before looking at the mirror intently. Why was Draco still there? And why was her face not scrunched up into a frown, which she was fairly sure her features were contorted into just now? She reached out to touch the surface of the glass, and was startled when her reflection didn't move an inch. She knew her eyes widened further in astonishment when the Draco in the mirror bent down to kiss her neck, her throat and her cheeks while his hands skimmed her body, and the Hermione in the mirror respond eagerly to his touch.
The most shocking thing was, she could also feel Draco's fleeting caresses on her body on the places where his reflection touched her reflection self.
"No..." She shook her head. "That's just my imagination... N-no... That's... That can't be... NO!" Hermione screeched as she stepped back, and she tripped on her own feet. She brushed the dust off and looked up to the heavens, as if questioning her fate and expecting the sky to open and redeem her at that moment, but her eyes landed on the almost indiscernible writings above the looking glass. Her eyes narrowed into focus, trying to read the almost vague writing.
There, just above the mirror, covered in dust and cobwebs, was the inscription.
Erised stra eh ruoyt ubecaf ruoyt onuoy wohsi
Her gaze flickered from the mirror to the lettering then back to the mirror again, and she felt her face grow hot and herself go so red when she saw the reflections mimic what she so desperately tried to forget; one that happened, coincidentally, in front of a looking glass just a few days ago.
Realization struck Hermione as she remembered Harry and Ron telling her about a strange mirror that they encountered way back first year...
'I saw my parents... Standing right behind me...'
'I was Head Boy then... With the Quidditch Cup in my hands...'
The mirror of Erised... It shows you not your face but your heart's desire...
It wasn't what she wanted! What she wanted was to be successful, to achieve her and Harry's and Ron's dreams, for the people she cared about most to be happy, and for the wizards and muggles to coexist without hurting each other and all in all - however tedious and Miss Congeniality sounding it is - world peace...
But was that what she really, really:really: wanted? Is the looking glass playing jokes on her? Or was it telling her a happiness that she secretly wished to have?
Extremely baffled and distraught at what she saw, Hermione picked herself up from the floor and diligently averted her eyes from the looking glass, and began a hasty gait towards what now seemed like a very far door at the other end of the room. When she reached the double doors, she finally gave in to her mind's curiosity and took a chance at glancing at the mirror again. Her hands flew to her mouth when she saw herself in the mirror, garbed in a long, pristine-white dress with matching elbow-length gloves, a crown of flowers on her head, and in the arms of a not-so-clearly-depicted man dressed in impeccable black robes. She stared much longer and scrutinized it further before she saw her reflection beaming brightly and waving. When her eyes settled on her companion's blurry features, her jaw dropped open as she saw the unmistakable moonlight fringes that fell boyishly on intense mercury eyes, the long, ebony lashes, the aristocratic nose and the undeniably disarming smile that could only belong to one Draco Malfoy.
Hermione immediately fled from the room and ran blindly through the hallways, wishing that the conflicting feelings her heart insisted on manifesting at that moment would go bugger off for good. This wasn't what she had planned; she had already laid out her goals and dreams before she graduated from Hogwarts! She was supposed to graduate, get a job in the Ministry as an Auror, live a simple life, and eventually achieve a high-ranking position in the Ministry, or perchance, become the Minister of Magic! And now, all those long hours of studying diligently and the extra efforts she exerted on maintaining her grades would just crumble into smithereens... All just because of that arrogant, bigoted, obnoxious, irritating, self-righteous, insufferable, vain, disgusting, self-centered, pompous, incorrigible, sneaky, evil, diabolical, good-for-nothing, smarmy, egotistical, intelligent, charming, confident, quick-witted, strong, dashing, attractive, spontaneous, agile, clever, sexy, devastatingly handsome, twitchy, little ferret...
Her train of thoughts stopped abruptly when she bumped into another person and she fell flat on her arse. "Ow!" She cried, wincing in pain as she rubbed the offended part of her body unconsciously.
"Oh, I apologize, Ms. Granger. Here, let me help you."
An extended hand appeared in front of her face and she took it, and then she cautiously looked up from glaring at the carpeted floor, intent on giving that careless student who was clumsy enough to not notice her big, bushy hair, only to see the long fingers of the offender pick up a fallen package of Bertie Bott's every flavored beans. "H-Headmaster Dumbledore...!" Cried Hermione, piecing the puzzle pieces together. Of course, Dumbledore was the only person who she knew had a terrible fixation on everything sweet... A fixation on appearing just about everywhere... And the infamous eyes-twinkling-like-he-knew-a-very-deep-secret was still there! "Headmaster, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking..."
Dumbledore just smiled at her and looked down at her through his half-moon spectacles. "That's quite all right. I was busy trying to open the candies too. Care for a Bertie Bott'?s" He offered the now-open pack to her.
Hermione got the feeling that the Headmaster was using Legilimency and is trying to look into her soul, so she immediately built a barrier and shook her head to refuse the proffered candy, straightened up and smiled at the old wizard. She couldn't let her conflicting feelings resurface in front of the Headmas-
"Is there something you wish to tell me, Miss Granger?"
She felt like running away. Of course, the infamous question. It would be very un-Headmaster-like if he didn't ask :that:. He just :knows: what to do to make a person open up... But Hermione wasn't going to do so. "Nothing. None at all, Headmaster."
Dumbledore looked like he was contemplating some of the deepest mysteries of the world, but later on he smiled sunnily again before nodding silently.
Hermione averted her gaze from the scrutinizing ones of her leader. "I think Ginny and Luna are already looking for me, Professor. Thank you again, a-and sorry..." She half-scampered, half-walked away from the old man. She walked past the wizard and was made to turn a corner, but she stopped abruptly and turned around. "Headmaster...?"
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore turned around to face her, eyes still twinkling like his tear glands were producing too much tears.
But Hermione didn't let that get to her. "I was just wondering... The mirror of Erised... Is there a chance that... That it tells you something you don't really desire?"
Dumbledore plopped a green candy into his mouth, chewed on it slowly before replying to her question. "The mirror, Miss Granger, has been known to tell what the heart truly desires. It doesn't tell you something you don't want. One might think that it is not what one wishes, but it is only because what one sees is something that one's mind does not consciously wish, but rather what resides deep in one's heart." He pointed a finger to his heart at this remark. "You might have seen something different the first time you looked at it, but it is mainly because the heart's deepest desires change through time, but not entirely. In the very least, it doesn't lie."
Hermione nodded in understanding. "I see..." So that means...
"Did you, perchance, look into the mirror?" Came the Headmaster's question.
She shook her head almost instantly at that. "NO! I mean, no, Professor. Just... Curious, that's all."
Dumbledore just smiled at her again. "Yes, yes. The mirror shows the heart's deepest desires. I'm afraid that's all there is to it, Miss Granger."
Hermione offered a feeble smile towards the Headmaster.
"The heart has reasons that reason itself does not understand, but everything comes out right in the end. Destiny does not leave loose ends unattended." He winked at her. "Now I think Misses Weasley and Lovegood are waiting for you in the head dormitories. Password is bread pudding." He turned around and walked away, leaving Hermione gawking at his retreating form. What was that all about?
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»Some Additional Notes«
"The heart has reasons that reason itself cannot understand." - Jerry, from Princess Diaries 2. Just popped into my mind while writing... I thought it was a very Dumbledore-like dialogue, so... There. Tee-hee.
I think no one loves me… I think I'm so unappreciated here in RL (real life)… :Wails:
Er, gomen for that momentary emotional instability. It was uncalled for. Hehe.
Catmar – AWWWWWWWW! That's so… How do I say this… Sweet? Flattering? Encouraging? Whatever! What I wanted to say was that you really had me motivated! It's very heartwarming to know that you had to go through all those troubles just to review my fic! Well, maybe the reject-anonymous-reviews thingy did have its advantages… Hehehe. It's touching! It's sooo… Agh! Anyways, you don't find anything wrong? Really? That's cool… Aw come on, Draco being sexy (and I mean :sexy:) is like, an understatement:D lol Thank you very much! Grazie!
Sw33tdohtee – You're a Filipina? Then: Ang galing! Magandang araw sa iyo! Lol
'Man, she HAD to say Harry's name?' Got you frustrated, didn't I? Hehe. But I fear that the readers have misinterpreted it, so I'll say it now. No, Hermione's love for Harry is merely platonic. Lucius in character? Wow. That's like, telling me I am a great writer! Because honestly I had a difficult time trying to characterize Lucius Malfoy and in my opinion he is one of the most difficult characters to write in HP realm… And so is Draco, and Harry, and Dumbledore and everyone else… Hahaha. No, you're not repeating yourself. Oh, and my sufferings have ended! Weeeeeeeeee! My Hell Week has gone by and I got out of it unscathed! (well, save for the fact that I got banged a number of times against the Russian Pump I was climbing during my Sports Climbing class, and that I had to remain suspended in midair for around five minutes that I felt soooo dizzy I almost spewed my innards out (yech!)) And I'm about to finish this fic, because I'm dying to get my other one out! XP
Kace08 – have mercy! Don't bite my head off just yet, you might not get your preferred ending… XD Harhar. What if I say that I'm evil and diabolical in nature? And that I'm about to finish this one? What sayeth thou? XD Oh, the snow globe? Hmm… I think I'll leave that for you to figure out. I'm evil, aren't I:evil, diabolical cackle:
Venus725 – Always have good endings? Thanks! Never knew I had it in me to even do something like that… I told you this was supposed to be a one-shot, but it ended like this, so… Tee-hee.
DracoDraconis – he wasn't a love-sick puppy? That's good to hear! I fear that I didn't do justice to his character, and it's nice to hear that you liked him! And yeah, I kind of like the non-whiny-clingy-head-over-heels-madly-in-love-number-one-fan-of-Draco! Pansy. Hehehehe.
Another bunch of thanks to the others who read this, those who added this in the fave stories list, and those who added me in the fave authors list! I love you all:beams:
By the by, does anyone here listen to Korean music? Or is Korean? I haven't found an English translation of Fly to the Sky's "Gravity" and I'm dying to get my hands on their album… It would be nice if someone gave me that, but… Oh well. At least I'll have a chance to buy that in Hong Kong when I go there for our field trip. Shopping galore:squeals: But still, does anyone have that? I'd appreciate it if you'd give it to me… The translations and the album, vol.5... XD
Next Chapter: Deceptions, more of the Mafloys and Parkinsons exposed, missing wands and… The much-awaited Yearend Ball! And yes, sadly (or not?) it is the final chapter… :wails:
Oh, and another gomen because the fanfiction quickedit version 2 dot 3 isn't working so well that I think the chapter just screwed up the punctuation marks so... Sorry in advance.
Comme Toujours!
