A/N: Hello Peoples. Here's the fifth chapter. I hope I haven't left it too
long, but I have been quite busy!
WARNING: THERE IS SOME SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER!
Arallahmenorah: Thanks. I'm glad you liked the chapter.
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S8rpunkGCpnay: Thanks for your review! I'm glad you liked the way I did the Quidditch. It was probably the hardest chapter yet. I let Gryffindor win, because it's sort of weird when Slytherin wins. I've really settled down their relationship in this chapter, tell me if you still think I'm rushing it.
Kole17: Thanks for the review. I'll definitely use those lyrics if I can find a place in the story for it. Thanks for your idea! I really need them!
Chapter Five: Organisations
---Draco's POV---
'I expect you all know what you're here for then!' Hermione began.
The Prefects nodded in reply. This years prefects were Ginny Weasley from Gryffindor, Blaise Zambini from Slytherin, Susan Bones from Hufflepuff and Justin Flinch-Fletchley from Ravenclaw.
'Well, what do you think the theme of the ball should be?' Hermione asked.
'I think we should have a ball where you can wear muggle clothes! Some of the muggle ball gowns are absolutely gorgeous!' Ginny suggested.
'Oh my god! I totally agree! Have you seen those totally divine black dresses? They're totally gorg! They were advertised in a magazine. Apparently you can buy them in Madame Bugbird's Muggle Clothing. It's in Hogsmeade,' Hermione cried excitedly.
'I saw those black dresses in the window. I am so totally checking them out. They're not really expensive either! Absolutely per-'
'Umm.girls?' Draco and Justin said in unison.
'Oh, sorry,' Hermione said awkwardly, biting her bottom lip as she had so often done. Her face was growing as red as the scarf around her neck.
Malfoy just laughed. She scowled at him.
'Any other ideas?' Malfoy asked.
Nobody moved.
'So I guess it's decided then,' Susan asked, and the table nodded in agreement.
'Now we need to organize the decorations. Any ideas for that?' Hermione asked.
'Well, we could do it up like a ballroom, with beautiful balloons. I once went to a muggle ball. They had balloons tied in the roof, and at the end they cut them down. It was brilliant!' Susan suggested.
The table liked the idea, so they wrote down the details. The ball was to be held in one month, enough time for people to get their dates and to get there ball dresses.
'Should be great,' Hermione smiled. 'You can all go now. I expect Dumbledore will be announcing the news at dinner tonight!'
Draco smiled at Hermione. She was so excited about the ball, a lot like a little kid the just before they open their presents on Christmas.
Draco stalked upstairs and on turned his stereo on. It had been a while since he had been able to relax. He sprawled himself out on his bed and listened to the blaring music from the stereo. Truth be told, he was expecting Hermione to stomp upstairs and tell him to turn the volume down any minute, but she never came.
When Draco finally got ready to go to dinner, he noticed the Golden Trio were making themselves at home on the couch in the common room.
'Oh, hello Scar Head, having I nice little chat there?' Draco drawled.
'Fantastic, thanks for asking, ferret boy,' Harry snapped.
Draco realized his prized broom, the latest and most wanted broom in Hogwarts, was lying on the couch. He stalked over and picked it up, taking it up to his room.
'Is that a Scorer 3000?' Ron asked, truly amazed.
'I believe it is Weasley. Wouldn't you love to get your unworthy little hands on this little beauty. Stick to Cleansweeps, Weasley. They're a bit a bit above your, standard, but I think you'll find most things are,' Draco laughed in reply. He climbed through the portrait hole and made his way to the Great Hall to eat.
'Draco! You almost won your Quidditch match yesterday! Almost! If that weasel didn't hit that Bludger at you, the game would have been in the bag!' Pansy wrapped her arms around Draco.
'Get off, Parkinson. How many times do I have to tell you we're OVER? Stop worshipping me and go chase some other poor soul.
Pansy threw Draco a horrible look and sat down.
Just before the feast ended Dumbledore clapped his hands, and everyone turned their attention to him.
'As you are well aware, every year Hogwarts has a ball, which is organized by our Prefects and Heads. This year they have decided that instead of wearing dress robes, students will be allowed to wear muggle clothing. I'm sure the girls will all know what I'm talking about. As for the boys, you will be able to find a selection of suitable clothes at Madame Bugbird's Muggle Clothing. The ball will be held in one month, so you will have plenty of time to organize your dates and find something to wear. That will be all,' Dumbledore explained.
Students and Professors alike immediately began discussing the ball. Draco wasn't in the mood for this talk, so he made his way back towards the common room.
Draco knew fairly well he was probably the best looking guy at Hogwarts and had a fairly good chance at getting a decent date. He really was sick of going with Pansy and there weren't any other girls he fancied in Slytherin. Millicent Bullstorde definitely wasn't an option, and she was the only other female Slytherin.
Draco knew whom he wanted quite well. Hermione. Even so, his chances were very thin, especially after the little stunt he had pulled earlier that day.
He settled himself on the couch in the common room, and started reading Potions, What Not To Do' a book he had found in the library. It wasn't really very interesting, but Draco found that he had been making a lot of mistakes while brewing a potion.
Hermione clambered through the portrait hole wearing a flustered expression.
'Malfoy, what you said to Ron really wasn't funny. Have you ever realized you might hurt somebody else's feelings?' Hermione snapped.
'Weasel has feelings? You learn something new everyday,' Draco drawled in reply.
Hermione gave him a disgusted look.
'You got a date for the ball yet?' Draco asked, looking for a change of topic.
'Well, no. I don't really have anyone to go with. I'd usually go with Harry or Ron, but you know, they've got dates.'
'Who? I wouldn't think Weasley would really get anyone.'
'Harry's going with Ginny. They were made for each other, really. Funny Harry didn't date her when she had that major crush on him in second year. Ron's going with Lavendar; they were both sort of desperate to take someone from their own house. Truth be told I reckon Lavendar fancies Harry. But I'd rather not interfere. As for you're comment, you probably won't have noticed, but Ron doesn't look so dorky anymore. He's actually kind of cute!'
Draco laughed. 'You're seriously telling me you fancy weasel?'
Hermione ignored his comment and went on. 'I'll probably end up with Neville. I like Neville and all, he's a great kid, but he isn't my idea of a date.'
'I don't think Longbottom's anyone's idea of a date, Hermione.'
'You know Draco, you can be so rude at times! You obviously don't have ANY respect for anybody else's feelings. It's quite sickening how you just walk all over anyone who you think is inferior to you! You think you're so shit- hot! I'm telling you right now, you're not! Someday, Draco someone's going to waltz into your picture perfect life and teach you a well-needed lesson. I think it would be great for you to take a walk in Neville's shoes for a while, hell, that would do you good.'
Draco stood speechless as Hermione turned on her heel and walked into her room. A girl had never talked to the great Draco Malfoy like that. He was Resident evil of Hogwarts. Nobody had the guts to try to stand up to him. Not after the little stunt he'd pulled at the start of sixth year. That had really scared people off. Nobody messed with Draco Malfoy. Except, perhaps the Dream Team, but they were a different thing altogether.
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione was quite shaken after her little outburst. Draco really had pushed her buttons, but she felt pretty ashamed about what she had said, even if it were the truth.
After thinking for a long time, Hermione stood and grabbed a blank bit of parchment.
Dear: Draco
I'm awfully sorry about what I said earlier. I really hate it when you talk about people behind their backs, even more so when they have done nothing whatsoever to you.
Although I was wrong to be so horrible to you, I really would like you to have a think about what I said.
Love: Hermione.
Hermione smiled, he was sure to forgive her now!
---Draco's POV---
The next morning Draco awoke to find a barn owl sitting at the end of his bed. He signaled for it to come to him, and he read the note in its beak.
He laughed as his eyes flew over the parchment. She had written a little sorry note to him to make everything all right! Draco was about to go down and tell her he completely forgave her when he realized something. He was a Malfoy, and when someone gave a him shit, he wasn't about to take him or her back in open arms. He chuckled as he scrawled across a piece of parchment:
To: Mudblood/Granger
I would like to thank you for your note. It has given me such pleasure to see you have wasted your time.
I've really thought about what you said. It's been making me laugh all night. A filthy mudblood like you doesn't even deserve to make me laugh, but you really are quite a comedian.
You're missing the point already? You see, when someone insults a Malfoy, their life is made a living hell. I can't believe I even wasted my breath on you and your mudblood problems, which I might add are pitiful. Go cry to someone who cares.
If you want my forgiveness, Granger, you're just going to have to earn it. Slowly and painfully. I wish you luck, because, god you'll need it.
From: Malfoy.
!!! If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you... away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Yes, I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say !!!
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione's barn owl flew through her window. Draco had obviously written back. She confidently undid the parchment from the owl's leg. Her eyes skimmed the parchment, as she her fingers shook miserably. She should have known better. Considering Draco as a friend, or even someone who could treat anybody civil. What was she thinking?
Hermione decided to put her hair in a bun today. It would be out of her face, and it looked kind of cute too. She shoved a low cut top over her head, and jumped into a pair of jeans. She didn't check herself in the mirror. She was just going to do some reading, nothing to get dressed up for. Hermione slid down the rail of the stairs. This was one of her favourite things to do, especially when she was in a bad mood or had something on her mind. Malfoy was in the common room. He stifled a laugh and raised his eyebrows.
She read for a while, completely ignoring Malfoy and then ran outside with Lavendar Brown and Parvati Patil, who wanted Hermione to come and play with them and some of their other friends. They ran around for ages, just acting like little kids.
Hermione actually found herself having fun, even though she was playing games like catchies, hide and seek and bulrush. Hermione had never been very athletic, so she didn't win anything, but it was fun to release her inner child. She skipped back up to the common room late that night, extremely full from her picnic dinner. She fell through the portrait hole, and collapsed onto the couch. She was extremely tired but decided not to go to bed yet.
Soon after Ginny climbed through the portrait hole. 'Hi Hermione.'
'Hey Gin!'
'I just came to ask you if you wanted to come to Hogsmeade with me. You know, for buying the dress and all. I know it's not until next week, but I didn't want anyone else to beat me to asking you!'
'Sure, Ginny. I'll come with you. I've still got to get a dance partner. It's really quite annoying. I don't know who would say yes. Nobody's exactly expressed any interest yet.'
'I'm sure you'll find someone; I'm going to head out. Goodnight 'mione.'
Ginny left the room, and Hermione closed her eyes. When she finally opened them she found herself face to face with none other then Draco Malfoy.
'Draco,' Hermione said stupidly.
'What are you doing Mudblood. It's way after your bedtime.'
'Who are you to tell me when my bedtime is?'
'You're just not usually up this late Granger. This is called happy time for me. When I can be in the common room and I'm not being bothered filth.'
'Oh Malfoy, please teach us inferior mudbloods your worthy ways. How you be mean to everyone in your path. We would all love to hear how you do it. Most people just couldn't tolerate the guilt!' Hermione sighed sarcastically.
He sat down on the couch and watched Hermione fiddle with different things around the room.
She turned towards him and sighed. 'Goodnight Malfoy.'
'Goodnight, Mudblood. Oh, I forgot to tell you before you went with Lavendar and Parvati! Your orange bra is showing! Terribly sorry! Should have told you before you went out and embarrassed yourself. If I do say so myself, orange really is your colour.'
Hermione went a bright red and shuffled up into her room.
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A/N How did you like that chapter. It's longer then usual, I was sort of on a roll if you know what I mean. The majority of you wanted me to settle down their relationship, so your wish has been granted. This is a DM/HG fan fiction so they're obviously going to get together at some point.
I'm really looking forward to doing the ball. Should be fun. That will be in a few chapters time, so you'll just have to wait!
BRAINSTORM: Ok, my best friend wants me to put a Quidditch Cheerleading team in. She wants Hermione to be in it, so if you like the idea, I'll put it in. Otherwise I'll leave it out. I like the idea myself, but I want you to feel happy with it!
I AM GOING TO PUT THE RATING OF THIS STORY UP! IT'S GOING TO GET A BIT MORE MATURE! Just thought I'd warn you! =D
WARNING: THERE IS SOME SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER!
Arallahmenorah: Thanks. I'm glad you liked the chapter.
calcal418: I'm glad you like the story so much! Thanks so much for your review!
SubliminalMsgs: I'm glad you like it. I'll take your advice on board! Thank you for your review. I appreciate it.
Winterspirit: Thanks
pyroprincess4rmeverwood: Thank you! I checked out one of your stories. It's really good. I'm pretty sure I gave you a review. Thanks!
S8rpunkGCpnay: Thanks for your review! I'm glad you liked the way I did the Quidditch. It was probably the hardest chapter yet. I let Gryffindor win, because it's sort of weird when Slytherin wins. I've really settled down their relationship in this chapter, tell me if you still think I'm rushing it.
Kole17: Thanks for the review. I'll definitely use those lyrics if I can find a place in the story for it. Thanks for your idea! I really need them!
Chapter Five: Organisations
---Draco's POV---
'I expect you all know what you're here for then!' Hermione began.
The Prefects nodded in reply. This years prefects were Ginny Weasley from Gryffindor, Blaise Zambini from Slytherin, Susan Bones from Hufflepuff and Justin Flinch-Fletchley from Ravenclaw.
'Well, what do you think the theme of the ball should be?' Hermione asked.
'I think we should have a ball where you can wear muggle clothes! Some of the muggle ball gowns are absolutely gorgeous!' Ginny suggested.
'Oh my god! I totally agree! Have you seen those totally divine black dresses? They're totally gorg! They were advertised in a magazine. Apparently you can buy them in Madame Bugbird's Muggle Clothing. It's in Hogsmeade,' Hermione cried excitedly.
'I saw those black dresses in the window. I am so totally checking them out. They're not really expensive either! Absolutely per-'
'Umm.girls?' Draco and Justin said in unison.
'Oh, sorry,' Hermione said awkwardly, biting her bottom lip as she had so often done. Her face was growing as red as the scarf around her neck.
Malfoy just laughed. She scowled at him.
'Any other ideas?' Malfoy asked.
Nobody moved.
'So I guess it's decided then,' Susan asked, and the table nodded in agreement.
'Now we need to organize the decorations. Any ideas for that?' Hermione asked.
'Well, we could do it up like a ballroom, with beautiful balloons. I once went to a muggle ball. They had balloons tied in the roof, and at the end they cut them down. It was brilliant!' Susan suggested.
The table liked the idea, so they wrote down the details. The ball was to be held in one month, enough time for people to get their dates and to get there ball dresses.
'Should be great,' Hermione smiled. 'You can all go now. I expect Dumbledore will be announcing the news at dinner tonight!'
Draco smiled at Hermione. She was so excited about the ball, a lot like a little kid the just before they open their presents on Christmas.
Draco stalked upstairs and on turned his stereo on. It had been a while since he had been able to relax. He sprawled himself out on his bed and listened to the blaring music from the stereo. Truth be told, he was expecting Hermione to stomp upstairs and tell him to turn the volume down any minute, but she never came.
When Draco finally got ready to go to dinner, he noticed the Golden Trio were making themselves at home on the couch in the common room.
'Oh, hello Scar Head, having I nice little chat there?' Draco drawled.
'Fantastic, thanks for asking, ferret boy,' Harry snapped.
Draco realized his prized broom, the latest and most wanted broom in Hogwarts, was lying on the couch. He stalked over and picked it up, taking it up to his room.
'Is that a Scorer 3000?' Ron asked, truly amazed.
'I believe it is Weasley. Wouldn't you love to get your unworthy little hands on this little beauty. Stick to Cleansweeps, Weasley. They're a bit a bit above your, standard, but I think you'll find most things are,' Draco laughed in reply. He climbed through the portrait hole and made his way to the Great Hall to eat.
'Draco! You almost won your Quidditch match yesterday! Almost! If that weasel didn't hit that Bludger at you, the game would have been in the bag!' Pansy wrapped her arms around Draco.
'Get off, Parkinson. How many times do I have to tell you we're OVER? Stop worshipping me and go chase some other poor soul.
Pansy threw Draco a horrible look and sat down.
Just before the feast ended Dumbledore clapped his hands, and everyone turned their attention to him.
'As you are well aware, every year Hogwarts has a ball, which is organized by our Prefects and Heads. This year they have decided that instead of wearing dress robes, students will be allowed to wear muggle clothing. I'm sure the girls will all know what I'm talking about. As for the boys, you will be able to find a selection of suitable clothes at Madame Bugbird's Muggle Clothing. The ball will be held in one month, so you will have plenty of time to organize your dates and find something to wear. That will be all,' Dumbledore explained.
Students and Professors alike immediately began discussing the ball. Draco wasn't in the mood for this talk, so he made his way back towards the common room.
Draco knew fairly well he was probably the best looking guy at Hogwarts and had a fairly good chance at getting a decent date. He really was sick of going with Pansy and there weren't any other girls he fancied in Slytherin. Millicent Bullstorde definitely wasn't an option, and she was the only other female Slytherin.
Draco knew whom he wanted quite well. Hermione. Even so, his chances were very thin, especially after the little stunt he had pulled earlier that day.
He settled himself on the couch in the common room, and started reading Potions, What Not To Do' a book he had found in the library. It wasn't really very interesting, but Draco found that he had been making a lot of mistakes while brewing a potion.
Hermione clambered through the portrait hole wearing a flustered expression.
'Malfoy, what you said to Ron really wasn't funny. Have you ever realized you might hurt somebody else's feelings?' Hermione snapped.
'Weasel has feelings? You learn something new everyday,' Draco drawled in reply.
Hermione gave him a disgusted look.
'You got a date for the ball yet?' Draco asked, looking for a change of topic.
'Well, no. I don't really have anyone to go with. I'd usually go with Harry or Ron, but you know, they've got dates.'
'Who? I wouldn't think Weasley would really get anyone.'
'Harry's going with Ginny. They were made for each other, really. Funny Harry didn't date her when she had that major crush on him in second year. Ron's going with Lavendar; they were both sort of desperate to take someone from their own house. Truth be told I reckon Lavendar fancies Harry. But I'd rather not interfere. As for you're comment, you probably won't have noticed, but Ron doesn't look so dorky anymore. He's actually kind of cute!'
Draco laughed. 'You're seriously telling me you fancy weasel?'
Hermione ignored his comment and went on. 'I'll probably end up with Neville. I like Neville and all, he's a great kid, but he isn't my idea of a date.'
'I don't think Longbottom's anyone's idea of a date, Hermione.'
'You know Draco, you can be so rude at times! You obviously don't have ANY respect for anybody else's feelings. It's quite sickening how you just walk all over anyone who you think is inferior to you! You think you're so shit- hot! I'm telling you right now, you're not! Someday, Draco someone's going to waltz into your picture perfect life and teach you a well-needed lesson. I think it would be great for you to take a walk in Neville's shoes for a while, hell, that would do you good.'
Draco stood speechless as Hermione turned on her heel and walked into her room. A girl had never talked to the great Draco Malfoy like that. He was Resident evil of Hogwarts. Nobody had the guts to try to stand up to him. Not after the little stunt he'd pulled at the start of sixth year. That had really scared people off. Nobody messed with Draco Malfoy. Except, perhaps the Dream Team, but they were a different thing altogether.
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione was quite shaken after her little outburst. Draco really had pushed her buttons, but she felt pretty ashamed about what she had said, even if it were the truth.
After thinking for a long time, Hermione stood and grabbed a blank bit of parchment.
Dear: Draco
I'm awfully sorry about what I said earlier. I really hate it when you talk about people behind their backs, even more so when they have done nothing whatsoever to you.
Although I was wrong to be so horrible to you, I really would like you to have a think about what I said.
Love: Hermione.
Hermione smiled, he was sure to forgive her now!
---Draco's POV---
The next morning Draco awoke to find a barn owl sitting at the end of his bed. He signaled for it to come to him, and he read the note in its beak.
He laughed as his eyes flew over the parchment. She had written a little sorry note to him to make everything all right! Draco was about to go down and tell her he completely forgave her when he realized something. He was a Malfoy, and when someone gave a him shit, he wasn't about to take him or her back in open arms. He chuckled as he scrawled across a piece of parchment:
To: Mudblood/Granger
I would like to thank you for your note. It has given me such pleasure to see you have wasted your time.
I've really thought about what you said. It's been making me laugh all night. A filthy mudblood like you doesn't even deserve to make me laugh, but you really are quite a comedian.
You're missing the point already? You see, when someone insults a Malfoy, their life is made a living hell. I can't believe I even wasted my breath on you and your mudblood problems, which I might add are pitiful. Go cry to someone who cares.
If you want my forgiveness, Granger, you're just going to have to earn it. Slowly and painfully. I wish you luck, because, god you'll need it.
From: Malfoy.
!!! If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you... away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Yes, I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say !!!
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione's barn owl flew through her window. Draco had obviously written back. She confidently undid the parchment from the owl's leg. Her eyes skimmed the parchment, as she her fingers shook miserably. She should have known better. Considering Draco as a friend, or even someone who could treat anybody civil. What was she thinking?
Hermione decided to put her hair in a bun today. It would be out of her face, and it looked kind of cute too. She shoved a low cut top over her head, and jumped into a pair of jeans. She didn't check herself in the mirror. She was just going to do some reading, nothing to get dressed up for. Hermione slid down the rail of the stairs. This was one of her favourite things to do, especially when she was in a bad mood or had something on her mind. Malfoy was in the common room. He stifled a laugh and raised his eyebrows.
She read for a while, completely ignoring Malfoy and then ran outside with Lavendar Brown and Parvati Patil, who wanted Hermione to come and play with them and some of their other friends. They ran around for ages, just acting like little kids.
Hermione actually found herself having fun, even though she was playing games like catchies, hide and seek and bulrush. Hermione had never been very athletic, so she didn't win anything, but it was fun to release her inner child. She skipped back up to the common room late that night, extremely full from her picnic dinner. She fell through the portrait hole, and collapsed onto the couch. She was extremely tired but decided not to go to bed yet.
Soon after Ginny climbed through the portrait hole. 'Hi Hermione.'
'Hey Gin!'
'I just came to ask you if you wanted to come to Hogsmeade with me. You know, for buying the dress and all. I know it's not until next week, but I didn't want anyone else to beat me to asking you!'
'Sure, Ginny. I'll come with you. I've still got to get a dance partner. It's really quite annoying. I don't know who would say yes. Nobody's exactly expressed any interest yet.'
'I'm sure you'll find someone; I'm going to head out. Goodnight 'mione.'
Ginny left the room, and Hermione closed her eyes. When she finally opened them she found herself face to face with none other then Draco Malfoy.
'Draco,' Hermione said stupidly.
'What are you doing Mudblood. It's way after your bedtime.'
'Who are you to tell me when my bedtime is?'
'You're just not usually up this late Granger. This is called happy time for me. When I can be in the common room and I'm not being bothered filth.'
'Oh Malfoy, please teach us inferior mudbloods your worthy ways. How you be mean to everyone in your path. We would all love to hear how you do it. Most people just couldn't tolerate the guilt!' Hermione sighed sarcastically.
He sat down on the couch and watched Hermione fiddle with different things around the room.
She turned towards him and sighed. 'Goodnight Malfoy.'
'Goodnight, Mudblood. Oh, I forgot to tell you before you went with Lavendar and Parvati! Your orange bra is showing! Terribly sorry! Should have told you before you went out and embarrassed yourself. If I do say so myself, orange really is your colour.'
Hermione went a bright red and shuffled up into her room.
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A/N How did you like that chapter. It's longer then usual, I was sort of on a roll if you know what I mean. The majority of you wanted me to settle down their relationship, so your wish has been granted. This is a DM/HG fan fiction so they're obviously going to get together at some point.
I'm really looking forward to doing the ball. Should be fun. That will be in a few chapters time, so you'll just have to wait!
BRAINSTORM: Ok, my best friend wants me to put a Quidditch Cheerleading team in. She wants Hermione to be in it, so if you like the idea, I'll put it in. Otherwise I'll leave it out. I like the idea myself, but I want you to feel happy with it!
I AM GOING TO PUT THE RATING OF THIS STORY UP! IT'S GOING TO GET A BIT MORE MATURE! Just thought I'd warn you! =D