A/N: The reviews have been absolutely astounding, you are all amazing. I never would be as far as I am now without your support and don't you forget that. Oh, guess what? I've dyed my hair red! Scary isn't it? But it looks cool, even though I regret it. Also, thanks to my gorgeous, generous and great BETA's: Nesserz & luvhp224
Please note that I am going away skiing for about a week and a half so that next chapter will be delayed by about 2 days. =D
Dedication:This chapter is dedicated to those who take the time to read and leave comments at my LJ: HannahLuLu, Naz1, Miss Sammieh. Thanks guys!
"Good morning sunshine." Mrs Weasley said cheerfully, pulling open the blinds and turning back to look at her daughter with a huge smile. Ginny moaned and rubbed her dry eyes, squinting in the harsh morning sunlight.
"Mmmph." Ginny grumbled, unable to control her speech as of yet. Possibly because the word "hangover" didn't come close to how she was feeling right now, really sick. She had spent last night at the Burrow with her family, Jason, Harry and Catherine, downing drink after drink. She didn't even realise that no one else was really drinking, but she hadn't had alcohol in so long that she hadn't been able to control herself. She had told herself that the reason was partly out of worry for Ron and Hermione, who still hadn't turned up for three days. Well, that was what she had said was the reason. Yet even Mrs Weasley, who was beside herself with worry for the couple, hadn't drunk as much as Ginny – and neither had anyone else for that matter.
Or maybe it was because she was forced to watch heavy flirting between Harry and Cath, something that revolted her deeply. Therefore, she had a perfectly good reason to let the drinks comfort her. Perfectly good reason. She supposed someone had simply carried her up to her old bed instead of taking her home.
"Come on sweet, we have to go in ten minutes." Mrs Weasley said, ignoring the horrified expression on her daughter's face as this sentence hit her and sunk in. Ginny sat up as fast as a spring upon hearing this.
"Go where?" she asked, looking alarmed.
"Shopping, of course." Came her mother's unaffected reply as she walked out of the room. She seemed to have gotten over her shock at her youngest son running off to get married. It was really uncharacteristic on Ron's part, but Ginny didn't know about Hermione. She had always acted strange whenever the subject of marriage came up.
"Come back!" Ginny yelled. "But don't walk so loud." She added more softly, holding her head with remorse. She heaved herself out of bed, following her mother.
"Shopping why?" Ginny asked from the top of the stairs.
"Your wedding darling." Mrs Weasley yelled back as Ginny heard clangs from the kitchen.
"Shit." Ginny swore under her breath, turning to go back to the room. Someone, however, was blocking her path.
"Rough night, Ginny?" Harry smirked, looking down at her ruffled appearance and bird-nest hair. He himself was looking fine as usual, even though he appeared to have just woken up too.
"Harry." She acknowledged him coolly, trying to look as dignified as possible in a long green t-shirt sporting the words: Someone stole my underwear.
"Nice t-shirt." He offered, snickering.
"Piss off!" she snarled, not caring how harsh she was. She was allowed to be; she deserved to be. Harry looked taken aback but didn't stop her brushing by him.
Git. Mum could have told me he spent the night too, she thought sulkily, stomping into her room. The only clothes were her rumpled ones from yesterday, so she threw them on with a groan. She went to the bathroom and washed her face, groaning again as her head pounded. She would have to ask Mum for a potion to get rid of the awful brick in her head.
Ginny pottered unsteadily downstairs, pausing before she walked into the kitchen to make sure Harry wasn't in there. Finding the coast clear, she walked into the kitchen and demanded a potion from her Mum. She spotted a bouquet of flowers sitting in a small vase over on the table and ambled over to them, curious because they hadn't been there last night. She smiled as soon as she saw who the writing on the attached note belonged to; Mr Weasley could always cheer up his wife, and flowers were definitely her weakness. No wonder she had been so cheerful this morning.
"I tell all of you children not to drink but yo-" Mrs Weasley began, searching through all the bottles in the cupboard.
"Mum."
"Honestly, I would have thought you would have learned after that time in -"
"Mum."
"All of you - like fish! No matter how man-"
"Mum!"
"Oh alright, but you can't say I never warned you." Mrs Weasley relented, placing the potion in front of Ginny.
Ginny didn't answer; only drained the glass and pulled a face as the hot liquid slid down her throat, leaving a bitter aftertaste. She instantly felt better though; her head felt lighter and she no longer felt like a used rag.
"Are you ready now?" Mrs Weasley asked, taking the cup and fussing over her. "Everyone is waiting."
"Yes, yes." Ginny said, closing her eyes and letting the potion sink in.
"Apparating or Flooing?"
"You know me and Apparating Mum. I can't Apparate." Ginny said as calmly as she could, this was a very tender subject with her mother, they had been arguing about it for years.
"Ginny, I think it's time you got over this childish fear." Mrs Weasley said in a dangerous voice. Ginny looked nonplussed however.
"I just don't Apparate, Mother." She snapped, getting up quickly and heading over the fireplace. She felt slightly bad for being short with her mother, but she was sick of her harping on about it every time the subject came up. Mrs Weasley looked like she was going to argue further but decided against it, choosing to give a long-suffering sigh before following her daughter to the fireplace.
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"Ginny! Molly!" a voice cried out as Ginny and Mrs Weasley passed Flourish and Blott's. Ginny's head snapped around to see all of the Weasley females, including Cath, sitting outside Fortescue's ice cream parlour, looking like they had been there awhile. Ginny waved and walked over to them, followed by her mother.
Ginny was struck by how glowing Angelina looked, her tummy swollen and her rosy cheeks contrasting her creamy skin. She was always going on about the baby and whether it would be a boy or a girl, or whether it would have the trademark red hair. Whenever Ginny saw Angelina and Fred together they would be leaning over her tummy, giggling like children and smiling at each other.
"How long now Angelina?" Ginny asked.
"Only a couple more months." Angelina replied, her eyes shining.
"Hey Cath, I didn't know you were coming." Ginny asked, in a slightly less warm voice. For some reason, after seeing her flirt with Harry, she had grown slightly cooler to her new friend.
"Well, Molly asked me to last night and I thought it sounded like fun. Besides, I need to buy a dress for the wedding." Cath said, smiling. Ginny nodded but didn't reply.
"Hope you haven't been waiting too long." Mrs Weasley said briskly.
"Oh no, jus' discussing wheech bridesmaid dresses we will not be wearing." Fleur said, smiling at Ginny. Sabine ran up to give Ginny a hug, refusing to let go after she had done so.
"And what Hermione's missing out on." Penelope added.
"Oh, I don't think she is missing out on anything." Angelina said wickedly, her eyes twinkling as everyone laughed, knowing exactly what she meant. Mrs Weasley looked horrified and chose not to join in the laughter, preferring to look reapproaching.
"Let's get started." She said cheerfully, jingling her bag as a hint.
"Yes, it shouldn't take too long." Ginny said.
- - - - - - -
"It's disgusting." Ginny said flatly, eyeing the dress in front of her distastefully.
"No it's not! We can fix the lace!" Penny cried, vexation showing on her normally calm face.
"Penny. . ." Ginny said in a pained voice.
"Ginny! We have been in every single shop from here to Muggle London! Not to mention been in this shop for an hour as well as the three other hours trying to find you a dress."
"We haven't been to Muggle London." Sabine said, looking at the adults around her questioningly in her little white dress she was currently trying on.
"We might as well have." Angelina whispered to her, grinning. Ginny had finally given in by letting them choose the dresses they wanted, but wouldn't agree to anything when it came to her or Sabine.
"Muggle London. . ." Ginny trailed off, looking like she was deep in thought. Mrs Weasley saw where this was going instantly.
"Ginny, no."
"Just a quick look."
"No."
"Really quick, in and out."
"No."
"Just a peek."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"I'm going now." Ginny informed them, ignoring their protests.
"Ginny! You have been through more than a thousand dresses today – just choose!" Mrs Weasley said in a very frustrated voice, though trying to sound soothing.
"You don't have to come Mum, but I really want to go." Ginny said. "Please." She added. Mrs Weasley gave in, knowing she could never stop her.
"On one condition." She said suddenly.
"What?" Ginny asked suspiciously, eyeing her mother.
"We get to choose Sabine's dress." Mrs Weasley said, holding her breath.
Ginny stopped and looked torn, the hardness of this decision showing on her already-agitated face.
"Oh. . . alright." She said grudgingly, looking very put-out. She walked towards the door.
"Ginny! Wait. . ." Mrs Weasley cried.
"What? You have to choose Sabine's dress!" Ginny said accusingly, hating the whole day and wishing she had stayed at home in bed.
"We already have, haven't we girls?" Mrs Weasley said easily, looking around at everyone. They all nodded, avoiding Ginny's gaze.
"Oh well, let's get going then." Ginny said resignedly, leaning against the counter wearily. Mrs Weasley saw this and looked hopeful, thinking her daughter might be too tired.
"We could always come back anoth-" she began.
"No."
- - - - - - - -
"Honestly, I don't know how Muggles live in this." Mrs Weasley yelled over the beeps and honks of traffic, looking frazzled.
"Mum, keep your voice down!" Ginny hissed, catching a few strange glances from passers-by. She had no idea where they were, Sabine was near to crying, everyone was tired, and they had been in countless Muggle stores yet still hadn't found anything she really liked.
"Ginny, I think we should go home." Mrs Weasley said in a determined tone.
"Just a bit longer please Mum; I know I'll find something." Ginny said with absolutely no hope in her voice.
"Home. Now."
"Just one more shop?" Ginny pleaded.
Mrs Weasley sighed and nodded, closing her eyes with weariness. Ginny mouthed a thank-you to her as she entered the last shop on the block.
Inside, it was like one of those places where from the moment you walked in you felt dirty. Every small speck on your skin or clothes seemed to look like a huge embarrassing stain to the impeccable saleswomen. It was like that for Ginny as she walked into the shop, smoothing her creased skirt nervously and darting quick looks about the room.
The dresses were breathtaking, magnificently extravagant. Ginny felt like child in a candy store, wishing for all the sweets when she only had enough money for one. They were so perfect and stunning yet. . . none of them were what she really wanted. Ginny walked around, admiring the dresses yet not touching them. She sighed, finally giving up and turning towards the door after giving the saleswoman an apologetic smile. Mrs Weasley and everyone were waiting outside the glass doors and looking pitifully at Ginny's upset face.
And that was when she saw it. Exactly what she had pictured but hadn't seen.
The Dress.
It was hidden behind one of the mannequins, out of sight from everywhere else in the shop. It was all alone too, but strangely made all of the other dresses look grey compared with its glow. Oddly enough, Ginny was reminded slightly of her angel Louise at the Halloween Dance so many years ago.
"Oh my. . ." she whispered, looking as if she was in a trance. She half-staggered towards the dress, holding her arms out. She didn't notice everyone's looks of curiosity as they walked inside the shop.
Ginny reached the dress and gazed adoringly at it, her mother, Angelina, Penny, Fleur, Sabine and Cath came up to stand beside her. Ginny still didn't say anything, engrossed in the dress.
"Excuse me, would you like to try that on?" a posh saleswoman asked.
Ginny turned slowly to look at her mother, not knowing how happy her face looked at that very moment. Mrs Weasley saw the look and gave a small sigh.
"It is beautiful." She admitted, reaching out a hand to touch the dress. Everyone else nodded in unison.
"Would you like to try it on?" the lady asked again.
"Yes, yes she would." Angelina said, seeing that no one else was going to answer.
Ginny took the dress into the changing room, still not totally out of her trance at finding The Dress. After closing the door and taking off her clothes, she slid on the dress carefully, marvelling at the feeling of silk over her body. It was a tad on the small side, a little too tight around her bust for her liking, but Mum could fix it. She closed her eyes and turned towards the mirror, holding her breath.
No, I can't open my eyes. What if my dream dress looks horrible on me?
Instead she unlocked the door, refusing to look at her reflection, and stepped out of the cubicle. She kept her eyes shut a second longer before opening them, afraid what everyone would say. No one said anything. She opened her eyes slowly and stared blankly.
". . . Well?" she managed, sucking in involuntarily.
Silence.
"Anything?" she asked in a slightly stronger tone.
"It's beautiful." Mrs Weasley said in an awed voice. For the first time in her life, she was seeing her daughter as a woman.
"It's the one Gin." Angelina said finally, looking admiringly at her sister in law.
"I agree." Penny said, smiling encouragingly.
"Oh Ginny, and you look seemply marvelous in eet too!" Fleur exclaimed, clapping her hands joyfully.
"You think?" Ginny said shyly.
"Yes, and I think Jason will think so also." Cath said, looking thrilled. Ginny smiled at her, feeling that maybe Cath wasn't so bad, and then looked back at all of them. Mrs Weasley suddenly looked apprehensive.
"How much?" she asked slowly, like it was a very hard thing to ask.
Ginny's face fell. Oh no. She slowly reached down for the tag and looked at it, everyone had gone silent again.
"Forget about it." She whispered, turning away.
"How much Ginny?" Mrs Weasley repeated in a steely tone.
Ginny walked over to her mother and showed her the tag regretfully. Mrs Weasley's face turned pale, possibly more so than Ginny's.
"Oh." She said quietly, and then seemed to zone out into thought.
It's good thing I didn't look at it. If I had fallen in love with it I wouldn't have settled for another. Ginny thought wryly, feeling like she wanted to cry in vexation.
"We'll take it." Mrs Weasley said suddenly, just as Ginny was walking back to take the dress off.
"Excuse me?" Ginny said in disbelief, hardly daring to hope.
"If I can't spend all my money on my only daughter for her wedding, then what can I spend it on?" Mrs Weasley said with a slight smile. Ginny dropped her jaw and hurdled into her mother, hugging her tightly. "Besides, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life."
"And possibly afterwards." Angelina added, grinning.
"Careful of the dress!" the saleswoman said worriedly, who had been watching the exchange with a small smile, steadily becoming a nicer person now that they were going to purchase something.
"Of course, of course." Mrs Weasley said brightly. "You'll have to come with me to Gringotts for the money; we'll have to exchange it for Muggle money." Mrs Weasley whispered as the saleswoman walked away to help another customer.
"Right away." Ginny said. She felt like jumping up and down and screaming like Tommy Peterson, a child. She practically skipped back over to the changing room, this time looking at herself in the mirror.
Her grin faded as she gazed at her reflection. She was staring at a lady. Her hair, which she always described as childish, seemed to look elegant, even in its untidy ponytail. Her freckles seemed softer with the enthral glow of the dress, changing her appearance completely.
I love Mum so much, she thought fondly, closing the door and removing the dress.
- - - - - -
Ginny walked into the stone-white building of Gringotts with her mother, still envisioning the Dress in her mind with delight. Her dress. They walked past the goblin wearing the scarlet and gold uniform and through the bronze doors. They walked into the next doors, silver this time, and into the vast marble hall.
Ginny stopped in surprise. Where are all the goblins? Ginny thought, dumbfounded.
"Where in Merlin's sake are the goblins?" Mrs Weasley said loudly, her voice echoing in the large empty hall.
"Hello?" Ginny shouted, walking over to the many doors off near the side of the hall. Mrs Weasley hurried after her.
"Where on earth could they be?" Ginny asked, totally bewildered.
Just then they heard a boom, followed by a small tremor a few seconds after.
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Ooo-k." was all she said. Another softer boom came five seconds later, surprising them as much as the first had.
"It seemed to come from that door." Ginny said, pointing to a lone door away from all the others. Mrs Weasley looked uneasy and didn't follow.
"Ginny, I think we should just wait."
"Nonsense Mum, they should be out here." Ginny replied, reaching the door and flinging it open to a narrow stone passageway, dimly lit by a few torches. Another tremor shook them slightly but Ginny resolutely strode into the passage, Mrs Weasley following her reluctantly and a bit crossly at her daughter's disobedience.
Their footsteps echoed over the dirty ground, leading downhill slightly. Ginny could hear a steady drip of water coming from somewhere, adding to the mysterious mood. They came to a stop after about two minutes of walking in front of a stone door.
Ginny hesitantly reached for the handle, hearing noises on the other side. The noises decided her, convincing her that whatever they would find would be harmless. However, when she opened the door all she could see was another smaller, cramped and darker pathway. The air on this side of the door felt wrong to Ginny however, it felt bad somehow. It was harder to see too, there was smoke clouding her vision ever so slightly.
She didn't feel scared, for some reason her curiosity sparked and she continued walking.
"Ginny, I think we should go back and wait." Mrs Weasley said in a final tone.
"You can, I want to know what's going on." Came Ginny's obstinate reply as she kept walking.
"Ginny!" Mrs Weasley hissed. "Something isn't right."
"Then go back and wait." Ginny said as they came to a stop in front of another stone door.
"I am not going to leave you alone here!" Mrs Weasley retorted, looking horrified.
Ginny nodded and pushed open the door, only to find another metal door about three feet away. A breath of air hit Ginny's face and she instantly felt fatigued, as well as slightly light-headed. She didn't stop however and opened the door. It swung open easily and she was met with the sight of a huge room, quite dark and gloomy, filled with goblins working on some huge object emitting gas in the centre of the room. Mrs Weasley went faintly green and stumbled, coughing. Ginny grabbed her mother's arm quickly, only to feel dizzy herself.
"What are you doing in here?" a dismayed goblin cried out, running towards them as other followed.
Cries of alarm met her ears and she fell, a dull roaring in her ears and blackness clouding her vision. She felt her mother fall by her side because she had let go of her arm when she had fallen. The last thing she remembered was pounding feet and a needle-like pain in her forehead before losing consciousness.
- - - - - - - - -
Voices.
What happened? Ginny thought gingerly, groaning slightly but not opening her eyes. And why am I on the ground?
"She's coming round!" a familiar female voice cried, relief evident in her tone. Ginny opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurry. Fuzzy figures peered at her, murmuring things she couldn't understand. Her sight slowly focused as she realised with some shock she was in the main hall of Gringotts, flat on her back and surrounded by Angelina, Cath, Fleur, Penny and Sabine. They all looked panicked and scared, Sabine was sobbing as Fleur hugged her. A great number of goblins were also staring at her, looking as anxious as a goblin could look with their swarthy, emotionless faces.
She felt someone beside her and turned to see her mother, pale and unmoving beside her. Ginny gasped and turned over, shaking her mother in shock, praying that it wasn't something serious.
"No, Ginny! She'll be fine, don't shake her!" Penny cried, tears of relief and fear welling up in her eyes. Ginny breathed heavily, still not understanding anything and panicking again.
"Shh, shh." Cath soothed, sitting down instantly beside her and placing Ginny's head in her lap. Sabine buried her head in her mother's shoulder, sobs making her tiny body quiver while Angelina wrung her hands nervously, looking around at nothing.
Movement beside her startled Ginny and she turned her head to see her mother open her eyes.
"Mum!" she yelled, a tear of relief running down her cheek. Mrs Weasley looked dazed but looked at her daughter fondly as Ginny reached over to hug her.
- - - - - - -
Half an hour later they were able to stand up, and a couple of chairs were conjured for them. The goblins had been asking to speak with them about what had happened.
"Greetings Mrs and Miss Weasley." A goblin said, coming to stand in front of them. "I am Grindleclaw."
Ginny nodded silently, still shaken with the previous events. Grindleclaw nodded and continued.
"This afternoon, I and all other goblins were working on protection methods for Gringotts. Usually there are goblins left on duty when this occurs, unfortunately something went wrong with the experiment today which required all hands. These protection experiments are highly toxic and are capable of killing human beings if the person is left in contact with the gas for too long – which is why it is so useful at protecting the premises underground in special circumstances."
"There were no signs, no warning." Mrs Weasley croaked, though she looked concerned at the goblin's news.
"Yes, yes. However we did not expect people to go stampeding down to the experiment did we?" Grindleclaw objected sullenly, interlocking his long fingers. "Anyway, there does not seem to be any lasting affects of being in contact with the gas so you are free to leave. I suggest you rest however, and come back if there is any repeat of what happened earlier." He continued dismissively.
"How come you weren't affected then?" Penny asked the goblin curiously.
"Goblins have always been unaffected by anything of the sort." Grindleclaw said, pride evident in his reedy voice. "This is why we are chosen as protectors of places such as Gringotts, we are not affected by the curses or in this case, gases, here."
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"We were frantic with worry!" Angelina cried, as they walked slowly out of Gringotts. Mrs Weasley and Ginny were leaning on everyone else's arms.
"We would have thought you would be back by now so we came in search for you and got hysterical when we saw you lying on the floor surrounded by goblins." Cath added, steadying Ginny as she wobbled. Ginny shot her a look of thanks, and Cath smiled back at her.
"Fleur Flooed to the Burrow to get help but no one was there." Penny said.
"Yeah, but she came back with news." Angelina added, smiling ever so slightly.
"Oh yeah, what?" Ginny replied.
"It may cheer you both up." Cath said as they headed towards the Leaky Cauldron.
"It cheered us up." Angelina said.
"Well, out with it then." Mrs Weasley said with a small smile.
"Well -"
" - Ron and Hermione are back!" Sabine yelled suddenly.
[Gringotts incident is important later on.]
Thanks to: sb, Orchid6297, CRoberts, michaelrccurtis, dracoisahottie13, midnightdreaming, Dk Lili, India Ink, Debbie, B.J, fairygirl, DDG, Goldilocks31890, laughinggurl, hye em yes, Phoenix
Luvhp224 – thanks for getting this chapter out so quickly, really helped things with me going away and all. Nuh, I won't rub it in your face. . . I have a lot of respect for someone who can cut their hair that short. I'm sure it looks fabulous. . . "duh-ling" ::snickers::
Lover789 – that will be revealed in Ch 8.
Swishy Willow Wand – Oh yes, he's very "James" as you put it. He's meant to be. Glad you said that. =D
Lost angel92 – The reason they ran away will be revealed later, Ch 8 actually. It's because of Hermione. . . you'll see.
JamieBell – There will be some slight Harry/Catherine interaction, but nothing serious at all. No kissing or anything. . . but Cath does like him.
Cherryblossom08 – oh don't worry about how long the review is; the longer the better! ::blushes:: I kept repeating the shrinking head in the Knightbus like your cousin too, the Jamaican voice was just so mad. Well, I didn't say it while the movie was actually playing lmao.
Buffster44 – your stomach gives a twist every time H and G look at each other? Wow. . . you always make me feel so proud. Thankyou!
Deer boy – THREE cakes? That is completely unfair. . . I could do with some cake. ::sighs:: Unfortunately my b-day passed a few months ago. I was going to suggest some alcohol to make you feel more 18, but I think the rules over in your part of the world are different for that, aren't they?
Indiansweethart – no, not George.
Paigemadden – yes I like Emma Watson a lot, she's a good Hermione (and good hitter). I didn't like Lupin either, not even remotely close to how I pictured him. I do agree the rearranging of many scenes and happenings was a bit confusing and wrong, but it is definitely the best HP movie yet.
Theflyingmartini – well, I agree with you that Cath is slightly underdeveloped, I think Jason is too. They're both words. The thing is I am not so much bothered by it because they are not important characters, they are very minor. But if you want more detail on them, I will make an effort to do so. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
lily-potter2010 – oh yes, the feather plays a VERY IMPORTANT part in this fic. A big part too, towards the end and something to do with Hermione.
Daydreamer04 – Nuh, I get sick of the "I'm so jealous I'm going to have to fall in love with you now" things like that. Ugh. I hope you like who Cath ends up with, it's very cute.
Miss Sammieh – lol, it's fine about Ginny's name. I basically worship you anyway for being one of the few who actually reads my LJ =D
Hippie-Banana – damn you and your good guesses =D
Sarah Noisette – you get hundreds of points for trying, and for being the first to review =D Oh, and as well as points for getting me into Sense and Sensibility in the first place. Lots of points.
Cody Hutchkin – You make me smile when you said my "stories are infamous", makes me feel like some criminal hiding stuff. Hehe. But yes, the process you spoke of will be reversed. I'm really glad you reviewed, even though it will be the only one for the story (apart from the other one). You know what, I know exactly what you mean with Cho, I completely supported the pair until OotP. Now. . . yuck. But really, truly thanks for reviewing, it was a really sweet review too. I will of course migrate over to your fic, since you reviewed mine, if you would be so kind as to tell me a summary of Zelda because I know nothing about it.
Lizzie Weasley – I haven't seen any one-shots around in while lol. I agree with what you say about people's A/N's. Some writers don't have any review replies or a/n's in their fics, only their story. It makes you feel like you're reading a robot's work, no matter how good it is. I am so glad you found WAM, you know that? I don't know what I would do without you (and your long reviews). I'm proud and pleased I turned you into such an avid HGer. . . sorta. And what are you talking about with this "not being a long review"?! It's deliciously long.
Secondatbat9 – Yes, Louise will have a pretty important part later on.
Aquamarineangel1 – Ah! A supporter of my war against clowns! You are my new best friend. Sorry?! Why would I be upset at a long review? I love reviews and long ones especially. I agree, HHr is very disgusting and. . . unrealistic.
Crazed Chipmunk – I am from Australia (Sydney) and. . . not that proud of it. I would give anything to be back over in America. Anything.
Icegirl-kat – Ah! I completely forgot about that. You see, Cath's name was originally Claudia, but I don't think the name really suited her so I changed it. . . or so I thought. Obviously I missed one bit. Ah well, I'm so lazy I can't be bothered to change it.
Clau-howarts-writer – HOW can you ask that? How?! Of course they will end up together! That's the whole point lol! =D Sorry, got a bit passionate there. I also like Virginia better than Ginevra, but your reason made me laugh.
HannahLuLu – Well, I'm not sure about making it too sad, but there will be fluff. The thing is, I prefer to let the huge fluff and the get together come at the end of the story. But I will get in some fluff for you, in fact, Ch 21 is just filled with fluff. If you look over a list of titles for Dixie Chicks songs, you will find that title of Ch 21 and it will instantly tell you what the chapter is going to be about.
Slytherin's Queen – I very honoured you're reading my lil old HG when you sail the DG ship. . . I hope you continue to like it. Although, if I'm feeling a bit angry I can go for a DG. I can just never find any, so if you know some. . . let me know.
Forevermyhurt – thanks a lot for reading WAM, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I hope you didn't lose too much sleep reading it though lol.
Legendary DigiTamer Lee - ::blushes: Thankyou. . . that was very high praise – I don't think I deserve it. =D I hope you review more often, from what I can see you have a way with words too, and this is only even in a review! Now, try as I might I cannot guess where that line came from, though I am positive I have heard it many a time before.