AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well...go reviewers. You guys rock. Yes, I know what many of you are thinking..."did I put the lid back on the pickle jar...?" Oh wait...no that was just me. Most of you are thinking "Snape! Eeeeeewww." Yeah...me too. But I kind of like Snape a bit. And just assume he's not so greasy in this story. That helped me.

The Lady Luthien: dude, if you thought that was what Kingsley looked like, I don't knw how you read that chapter. Eew. But as J. K. put it, Kinsley's rather young...only slightly less so than Tonks. He's black, has a shaved head, and a gold hoop earring in one ear. Think of him as young, cool, and classy. And uptight. See what I mean? Total Slytherin material... Oh...and Luna? I'm not too sure who she's with. When I said Hermione and Luna and their men, I meant the total entourage of men through their lives...really any boyfriend to act sexy around. That's where Ginny picks up her 'moves' on Malfoy. Confusing, I know. And you had so better not take up my spot in hell...do you know how many souls I had to sell to even get a conference with Satan? I mean, talk about business woman...sheesh...:)

Embellished: fuck it all...I just couldn't come up with a plausible idea for why all this is happening...let's just say it is and get on with the fun. That was the whole point of this thing...no plot, just fun...damnit. It didn't work. :)

Riality: right in one. There's so many different types of love, I decided to take full advantage of it and do them all.

Rancid Melody: so not the end. :)

Dracolover: since I can't tell if you're being facetious or serious...hi. If you're not trying to be tongue-in-cheek sweet,...sorry. I love Draco too, ok? Cheers.

IssaLee: yeah, I don't even know why I do romance...I have nothing to base it on and I'm as pessimistic as hell. I'm not sure if boys do that bedpost notch thing...should look into. Oh, and dude? We really have to stop doing this. When I read your review I nearly snorted a strawberry (I actually like strawberry ice cream...weird). My nose still hurts, though, from the attempt. Oh, and Neville and Ginny? Not with my Ginnys. Ginny rocks. She kicks arse. Neville kisses it. So wouldn't work. But I gave it a shot. Hell, I don't even like half my pairings...but I do it to please everyone...which isn't working.

blondie05: Snape? No. Alan Rickman? Drool. So yes! So sexy...in a weird, cold, sarcastic, English way of course. Yeah...I really hate some of my own endings...but...give 'em all a try, yeah:) Thanks for the review.

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Hormonal Half-Wits

Chapter 22: Morning After


And that's how I ended up here…in Snape's bed. Which is quite honestly a place I'd never thought I'd be. Severus is still asleep…he earned it. Is it weird to make jokes about Professor Snape and I shagging and not be disgusted by it? Because to be honest, it really isn't…weird, I mean. It was actually quite…sweet.

I've been crying my eyes out for the past hour or so…I imagine it's night time now…I wouldn't know…Severus chose the only room without any windows for his personal area. After sharing the man's bed for…who knows how long we were at it…I can't seem to stop crying. He's leaving tonight…he said that what he had with me was perfect and that he wanted to cherish that as his last memory of me. I told him he was being a stupid git for going and started crying again.

It's brutally ironic, isn't it? That before I could never have imagined me with Severus and now that it's too late, I can't imagine me without him? It seems like this has just started and now he's going to cut it off…violently…sharply…ruthlessly. He can't die. He just can't die. But no matter how many times I tell myself that, the tears won't stop flowing…because I know…deep down…

He can die.

And most likely will.