Chapter 18 The Scent of Blood
Fear tugging at his heart Draco slowly went forward, nearer and nearer to that door, a sense of foreboding seeping into his bones.
Afraid of what he would find.
Afraid of what he would see.
Afraid of what he would feel- NO!
No feelings- None.
Slightly hesitant he stood before that door, then he reached out and slowly pushed the door away from him, opening it further.
His heart stilled as he saw the small red stream slowly running towards him over the plushy, white carpet. A small river of blood on what seemed the most virginal white of a winter morning. Passion spilled on a sheet of innocence....
Red....
The colour of passion-
Now the colour of death.
His heart lodged firmly in his throat he slowly took a step forward, his eyes glued to the slender female hand lying in the pool of blood on the carpet.
It couldn't be-
Even though her form was hidden from his view by the couch before her, he knew who she was.
He held that hand so many times... he'd recognise it anywhere....
"NO!"
In two strides he crossed the room and fell on his knees beside her, taking her cold hand in his, everything sticky with her blood.
So much blood....
He had to restrain himself not to crush her hand in his as he felt the relentless rush of the tide of emotion sweeping over him...
Emotions he had though he did not possess.
Slowly he reached out and swept the hair from her face to reveal a countenance whiter then the palest of pale winter mornings, a small trickle of blood on the corner of her mouth.
Broken eyes stared up at him, a face beloved but no longer fit to recognise him.
No longer fit to see....
Never again she would smile, never again she reach out and hug him, never again she'd be closer to him then anyone else in this world would have been.
His vision blurred; he rubbed his eyes to clear his vision, only then realising they were clouded by the many tears gathering in them.
In a rush he looked away from her, not wanting to see what she had become, only to have his eyes fall on the blurry sight of a shoe sticking out from behind his father's desk.
Slowly folding her hands over her chest where her heart no longer beat, he raised himself to a kneeling position.
Those broken eyes- They seemed to haunt him, seemed to call out to him with silent pain.
Pain for a life ripped away.
Pain for all the things she could not do...
Things that had seemed so normal once.
So much her right.
He looked away, slowly standing....
He needed to know.
One step, two steps, three steps.
He was standing before his father's desk, his bloody hands clamped against his own chest as if trying to push closed the floodgate of latent emotion that had been unleashed within him.
One more step and he would be able to see behind the desk....
One more step and he would know who lay behind it.
One more step and he'd know what he didn't want to.
Even though he feared he knew who lay there, he wasn't ready for the sight that met him as he took that one last step forward.
No longer caring about the emotions he slowly lowered himself to sit on the carpet beside the fallen form of his father.
A form no longer elegant and proud, no longer looking down at the world from behind a mask of righteousness. No longer fit to judge others.
His clothes were sucked down into the blood which had poured from a gaping wound in the middle of his father's chest.
So much blood....
The vision of his father blurred further, then disappeared as the tears began to fall, drop for drop.
This couldn't be truly happening....
It wasn't real.
It couldn't be real!
Reaching out Draco groped around blindly until he found his father's cold hand and thus he sat next to his father's fallen body and cried as he hadn't cried ever in his life before.
Had he ever cried at all?
So many tears... He couldn't stop them from rolling down his cheeks.
Each drop was followed by another and another....
Each drop fell onto a sea of liquid, the blood on the floor mixing with his salty tears.
From far away he heard someone screaming...
Who was screaming?
Couldn't they see he wanted to be alone.
Alone with the bodies which had once held the souls and essence of his parents....
Alone within this pool of blood.
Alone with this pain....
The screaming grew louder, pounding footsteps that were partially dampened by the thick rug laid out upon the ancient staircase of his home.
People started entering his father's office, but Draco did not notice, all he saw were the visions of his mind, the sight of their faces.
"Mr. Malfoy."
Dead?!
How could they be dead?
His parents-
"Mr. Malfoy."
He had been talking to them just this morning.
They had been there all his life
"He doesn't seem to notice us."
Where did those voices come from?
What did it matter....
Holding his father's hands he raised his fist and furiously rubbed at the tears pouring down his face, unknowingly mingling the tears on his face with blood.
"Draco?" A soft hand gently brushed his hair out of his face. "Please come with me."
He couldn't see who it was but the touch felt so soothing... A soft hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "You can't stay here. Come."
"No! I can't go- They can't be dead! Not dead-"A sob broke his voice.
Arms around him, hugging him, the sweet smell of roses washing over him, soft hair brushing his cheek as if to caress him. Red hair... as red as the blood?
It was her.
"Come baby, you need to go. Other people will take care of them. You need to rest now."
He shook his head at the blurry sight of her, his vision. Ginny. He knew it was her. "I can't leave them." "You have to." A cool hand brushed over his forehead. "These people will find out what happened to your parents. They'll take care of them-"
"No!" His anguished cry shook the rafters. "I will not leave them here you hear me?! They'll take them away from me! Don't let them take them-"His voice died away in a trembling whisper. "Please...."
"Shhhh...." Arms holding him close, soft lips kissing his brow. "I won't let them baby. Just let go for now. Let me help you."
As if in a dream he stood, following her voice blindly as her gentle hands led him past what seemed to be the vague shapes of people bustling about.
Why did these tears not stop?
Why did this hurt not die down?
Why his parents?!
Why?
Sharp flashes went off around him and he huddled closer to her soft comfort as if seeking shelter from the world around him.
"Come baby, trust me."
Still he could not see around him, couldn't think past the event which had rocked the foundations of his very existence. But he could feel her near him, her hands guiding him through the shambles which remained of what had once been the solid foundation of his existance.
"Here we are baby." More scent of roses washing over him, a cool cloth touching his face. "Let me wash of this blood." Numb he sat where she'd placed him and let her do as she would. Let her take care of him... just this once.
"There now..." Again the gentle movement of his hair on his forehead as she brushed her fingers through it. His shoes slipped of his feet and gently she pushed him down unto the bed.
"You need to sleep now baby. Sleep- and everything will be better. It will be better... You'll see."
Why did her voice shake so?
Through the blurry distortion of his vision he made out the form of her hand as she turned to leave him. In a rush he grasped for it, holding onto it as if it was his lifeline.
"Don't leave me. Please."
She turned back to him.
Had he truly said 'please'?
"I don't want to be alone tonight. Stay with me."
Why was he letting her see his vulnerability?
Confused he shook his head.... this couldn't be real. It was all a dream... it had to be. And if this all was a dream it would not matter what he said to her.
The smell of roses surrounded him as she climbed into bed with him and lay beside him, her arms tightly wound about him as if protecting him as he'd always wished to be protected. He snuggled closer, his head resting on her shoulder.
Just a dream.
He could smell those roses everywhere, her whole body seemed to emit that smell. A smell made for sweet faerietales... not for his life.
But it was all a dream.
"I love you." Her voice whispered to him.
Draco nodded against her shoulder; he knew she did.
All of her seemed to love him; her hair, her scent, her eyes, her lips, her nose, her feet.... All of her... all about love...
For him.
A faint echo warned him that love was dangerous, that it would hurt him... but he bore it no heed. Right then, it didn't matter what could happen, all that mattered it that someone was alive, someone who cared about him.
Even if this was just a dream-
It had to be.
His parents couldn't be dead.
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Stroking Draco's hair, Ginny listened as his breathing became deeper and more even. After what had seemed an eternity of listening to his soft whimpers, they had finally died down.
He finally slept.
Tears stood in her eyes as she looked at him, as she thought of what he must have felt as he saw the lifeless bodies of his parents.
How had he born it?
She remembered running towards the screams of one of the maids, going through the door. Seeing Draco, smeared in blood sitting next to his father's lifeless body.
The only thing on her mind had been to relieve the incredibly painful burden he must then feel-
Even if he would never admit to such feelings.
But the aurors had then rushed in, full of questions, full of shock.
No one had stopped her as she went to Draco and took him away.
No one else had gotten through to him.
He had not even seemed to hear them.
But he had heard her. He'd even let her help him.
Just this once.
Wiping away a few straying tears, Ginny felt something crumble deep in her heart....
Just this once.
She had no illusions about him.
He would not let it happen again.
"I love you Draco. Even if you'll never love me, I'll always love you."
His soft breathing was all the reply she got.
She couldn't help but brush her lips over his cheek before she carefully got up and shuffled to the edge of the bed.
She heard Draco mumble in his sleep, whimpering softly.
"Shhhh...." Softly stroking his shoulder she felt more tears gather in her eyes. "It'll be okay baby... Somehow-"
"Miss?" Looking up she saw one of the aurors standing at the door. "I deeply regret this miss, but we will have to ask you some questions as Mr Malfoy seems to be indisposed." The man looked at her apologetically.
"It's okay." Brushing her fingers over Draco's cheek one last time she stood. "Let us go to the library- I do not wish to disturb Mr Malfoy. He is in need of the rest."
And so she followed the auror out of the room.
All she could do was hope that Draco would be able to find some rest in his dreams.
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The End of Chapter 18: And so some lives ended as another life began.... Life's circle in it's most prominent shape. I hope everyone is still happy with this story, even though I sadly was forced to end lives in this chapter. I also want to thank everyone for being patient once more- or at least trying to be :) Unfortunately I do have exams on my hands... so thank you (
Disclaimer: I own.... many things... too many now I think about it; I need to clean up my room hihi. I also own Alaster, Orion and Deneb.... And the darkness.... And these recent killings.... In the dark of the early morning my savage mind sadly went on a killing spree ;)
Thanks to SatansFlower, Serenade of the Sea, Chas and my anonymous reviewer who wishes to remain anonymous and therefor is anonymous....
Also a warm note of appreciation to A Four Leaf Clover for the great email I got from her ( Cheers to you.
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In order to speed up my posts there will be a change in my thank you's. I still name everyone who reviewed here, but only questions will be answered separately. I regret doing this and of course anyone protesting will be listened to... it does however speed up my posting. People who asked a question will find their questions answered after the following list of reviewers.
I thus want to thank the following people for reviewing chapter 17 (and possible other chapters):
i love it, A Four Leaf Clover, allie, KittyCatBlack, Icy Lullaby, Akarusa30991, kabniel, Jamie, lauren, Dorothy, LadyBrannon, Burning Flam3 (as many as 3 times; thanks!), AznDreamer802, kneh13, ooglez, Mrchdman (I probably will be trying to be published in the future; Thank you (), Felicity, Rose-of-Red, ConCon, meme, Strawberrylover, Angel348, Slytherinchic4, Princess Aranel, Lady-Firehair, JosieBelle (2 times; sorry for making you late, but I am glad you loved it), s, Becky, draco's angel, hells soul, dracomio, jellybeanz225, kittie06, crazy azn angel, "Naughty Girl", Jace Quin, dragon huntress (as many as 3 times too; thank you!).
Questioners:
Hannio: LOL, not really questions I still have to answer after this chapter... As for what they will both be doing, only time will tell ;)
Charmed-Goddess-07: Yes, I did know that hihi. I had been thinking of a way to solve that too, because writing an answer to all the reviewers only increased their waiting time.
Crystal Moon Magic: No, Ginny was not hurt. What has happened to Draco's parents will be explained in the next chapter.
Chibi Draconis: LOL, Draco has been through a lot in his life and has therefor build a wall around himself as a protection from the hurt he thinks he will have to endure if he lets anyone close.
superdebook: No no, Ginny has not killed herself... However several other people have died; my apologies ;)
Cursed4Life: Deneb was an ancestor of Draco ( LOL, yeah, rereading it might help ;) I have to admit I read my whole story again before I add anything to it :D
Kiss of the Night: LOL, it probably is... This is where you get the Dutch chick alert LOL; cause that's me, a Dutch chick. I'm glad you love my story though ;)
happigolucki616: LOL, well, you now know who died. For now, Draco has many things to deal with.... not saying any more ;)
bigreader: LOL, I am an equally proud freak ;D No, Ginny didn't kill herself, nor did she have any intention of doing so. And nope, no evil scheme of Ginny... yet hihi. Oooohhhh.... hypnotising Draco would be a sad thing indeed; depriving so many people hihi :D
Dweeb: No, Ginny hasn't hurt herself. No hurting of Ginny just yet... and hopefully not in the future either ;)
Jeru: Hard to say right now... I have however been thinking about it ;) And I did try to have a speedy update... you can go blame my teachers for giving me all kinds of exams in between.
ash44: Oh yeah, of course you know; dumb me :D The States were great, greater, greatest... Man, I wanna go back there so much. I miss my baby ( Awwww and the irony, yes... Hmn, I'll think about it... one never knows what could happen in the rest of this story ;)
Blood57 (for chapters 16 and 17): Coincidentally I often listen to music while writing pieces of my stories :D I dunno what was with the review alert, but I am very happy you're reading my story right now. For you and me both ;) And no, it is not blood from the tree; what is that anyhow? And yup, I have read 'Great Expectations' and love the book very much. LOL, maybe Draco does have some Estella trades ( Not saying anything about what will be happening with their child though.... *dun dun dun*
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Fear tugging at his heart Draco slowly went forward, nearer and nearer to that door, a sense of foreboding seeping into his bones.
Afraid of what he would find.
Afraid of what he would see.
Afraid of what he would feel- NO!
No feelings- None.
Slightly hesitant he stood before that door, then he reached out and slowly pushed the door away from him, opening it further.
His heart stilled as he saw the small red stream slowly running towards him over the plushy, white carpet. A small river of blood on what seemed the most virginal white of a winter morning. Passion spilled on a sheet of innocence....
Red....
The colour of passion-
Now the colour of death.
His heart lodged firmly in his throat he slowly took a step forward, his eyes glued to the slender female hand lying in the pool of blood on the carpet.
It couldn't be-
Even though her form was hidden from his view by the couch before her, he knew who she was.
He held that hand so many times... he'd recognise it anywhere....
"NO!"
In two strides he crossed the room and fell on his knees beside her, taking her cold hand in his, everything sticky with her blood.
So much blood....
He had to restrain himself not to crush her hand in his as he felt the relentless rush of the tide of emotion sweeping over him...
Emotions he had though he did not possess.
Slowly he reached out and swept the hair from her face to reveal a countenance whiter then the palest of pale winter mornings, a small trickle of blood on the corner of her mouth.
Broken eyes stared up at him, a face beloved but no longer fit to recognise him.
No longer fit to see....
Never again she would smile, never again she reach out and hug him, never again she'd be closer to him then anyone else in this world would have been.
His vision blurred; he rubbed his eyes to clear his vision, only then realising they were clouded by the many tears gathering in them.
In a rush he looked away from her, not wanting to see what she had become, only to have his eyes fall on the blurry sight of a shoe sticking out from behind his father's desk.
Slowly folding her hands over her chest where her heart no longer beat, he raised himself to a kneeling position.
Those broken eyes- They seemed to haunt him, seemed to call out to him with silent pain.
Pain for a life ripped away.
Pain for all the things she could not do...
Things that had seemed so normal once.
So much her right.
He looked away, slowly standing....
He needed to know.
One step, two steps, three steps.
He was standing before his father's desk, his bloody hands clamped against his own chest as if trying to push closed the floodgate of latent emotion that had been unleashed within him.
One more step and he would be able to see behind the desk....
One more step and he would know who lay behind it.
One more step and he'd know what he didn't want to.
Even though he feared he knew who lay there, he wasn't ready for the sight that met him as he took that one last step forward.
No longer caring about the emotions he slowly lowered himself to sit on the carpet beside the fallen form of his father.
A form no longer elegant and proud, no longer looking down at the world from behind a mask of righteousness. No longer fit to judge others.
His clothes were sucked down into the blood which had poured from a gaping wound in the middle of his father's chest.
So much blood....
The vision of his father blurred further, then disappeared as the tears began to fall, drop for drop.
This couldn't be truly happening....
It wasn't real.
It couldn't be real!
Reaching out Draco groped around blindly until he found his father's cold hand and thus he sat next to his father's fallen body and cried as he hadn't cried ever in his life before.
Had he ever cried at all?
So many tears... He couldn't stop them from rolling down his cheeks.
Each drop was followed by another and another....
Each drop fell onto a sea of liquid, the blood on the floor mixing with his salty tears.
From far away he heard someone screaming...
Who was screaming?
Couldn't they see he wanted to be alone.
Alone with the bodies which had once held the souls and essence of his parents....
Alone within this pool of blood.
Alone with this pain....
The screaming grew louder, pounding footsteps that were partially dampened by the thick rug laid out upon the ancient staircase of his home.
People started entering his father's office, but Draco did not notice, all he saw were the visions of his mind, the sight of their faces.
"Mr. Malfoy."
Dead?!
How could they be dead?
His parents-
"Mr. Malfoy."
He had been talking to them just this morning.
They had been there all his life
"He doesn't seem to notice us."
Where did those voices come from?
What did it matter....
Holding his father's hands he raised his fist and furiously rubbed at the tears pouring down his face, unknowingly mingling the tears on his face with blood.
"Draco?" A soft hand gently brushed his hair out of his face. "Please come with me."
He couldn't see who it was but the touch felt so soothing... A soft hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "You can't stay here. Come."
"No! I can't go- They can't be dead! Not dead-"A sob broke his voice.
Arms around him, hugging him, the sweet smell of roses washing over him, soft hair brushing his cheek as if to caress him. Red hair... as red as the blood?
It was her.
"Come baby, you need to go. Other people will take care of them. You need to rest now."
He shook his head at the blurry sight of her, his vision. Ginny. He knew it was her. "I can't leave them." "You have to." A cool hand brushed over his forehead. "These people will find out what happened to your parents. They'll take care of them-"
"No!" His anguished cry shook the rafters. "I will not leave them here you hear me?! They'll take them away from me! Don't let them take them-"His voice died away in a trembling whisper. "Please...."
"Shhhh...." Arms holding him close, soft lips kissing his brow. "I won't let them baby. Just let go for now. Let me help you."
As if in a dream he stood, following her voice blindly as her gentle hands led him past what seemed to be the vague shapes of people bustling about.
Why did these tears not stop?
Why did this hurt not die down?
Why his parents?!
Why?
Sharp flashes went off around him and he huddled closer to her soft comfort as if seeking shelter from the world around him.
"Come baby, trust me."
Still he could not see around him, couldn't think past the event which had rocked the foundations of his very existence. But he could feel her near him, her hands guiding him through the shambles which remained of what had once been the solid foundation of his existance.
"Here we are baby." More scent of roses washing over him, a cool cloth touching his face. "Let me wash of this blood." Numb he sat where she'd placed him and let her do as she would. Let her take care of him... just this once.
"There now..." Again the gentle movement of his hair on his forehead as she brushed her fingers through it. His shoes slipped of his feet and gently she pushed him down unto the bed.
"You need to sleep now baby. Sleep- and everything will be better. It will be better... You'll see."
Why did her voice shake so?
Through the blurry distortion of his vision he made out the form of her hand as she turned to leave him. In a rush he grasped for it, holding onto it as if it was his lifeline.
"Don't leave me. Please."
She turned back to him.
Had he truly said 'please'?
"I don't want to be alone tonight. Stay with me."
Why was he letting her see his vulnerability?
Confused he shook his head.... this couldn't be real. It was all a dream... it had to be. And if this all was a dream it would not matter what he said to her.
The smell of roses surrounded him as she climbed into bed with him and lay beside him, her arms tightly wound about him as if protecting him as he'd always wished to be protected. He snuggled closer, his head resting on her shoulder.
Just a dream.
He could smell those roses everywhere, her whole body seemed to emit that smell. A smell made for sweet faerietales... not for his life.
But it was all a dream.
"I love you." Her voice whispered to him.
Draco nodded against her shoulder; he knew she did.
All of her seemed to love him; her hair, her scent, her eyes, her lips, her nose, her feet.... All of her... all about love...
For him.
A faint echo warned him that love was dangerous, that it would hurt him... but he bore it no heed. Right then, it didn't matter what could happen, all that mattered it that someone was alive, someone who cared about him.
Even if this was just a dream-
It had to be.
His parents couldn't be dead.
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Stroking Draco's hair, Ginny listened as his breathing became deeper and more even. After what had seemed an eternity of listening to his soft whimpers, they had finally died down.
He finally slept.
Tears stood in her eyes as she looked at him, as she thought of what he must have felt as he saw the lifeless bodies of his parents.
How had he born it?
She remembered running towards the screams of one of the maids, going through the door. Seeing Draco, smeared in blood sitting next to his father's lifeless body.
The only thing on her mind had been to relieve the incredibly painful burden he must then feel-
Even if he would never admit to such feelings.
But the aurors had then rushed in, full of questions, full of shock.
No one had stopped her as she went to Draco and took him away.
No one else had gotten through to him.
He had not even seemed to hear them.
But he had heard her. He'd even let her help him.
Just this once.
Wiping away a few straying tears, Ginny felt something crumble deep in her heart....
Just this once.
She had no illusions about him.
He would not let it happen again.
"I love you Draco. Even if you'll never love me, I'll always love you."
His soft breathing was all the reply she got.
She couldn't help but brush her lips over his cheek before she carefully got up and shuffled to the edge of the bed.
She heard Draco mumble in his sleep, whimpering softly.
"Shhhh...." Softly stroking his shoulder she felt more tears gather in her eyes. "It'll be okay baby... Somehow-"
"Miss?" Looking up she saw one of the aurors standing at the door. "I deeply regret this miss, but we will have to ask you some questions as Mr Malfoy seems to be indisposed." The man looked at her apologetically.
"It's okay." Brushing her fingers over Draco's cheek one last time she stood. "Let us go to the library- I do not wish to disturb Mr Malfoy. He is in need of the rest."
And so she followed the auror out of the room.
All she could do was hope that Draco would be able to find some rest in his dreams.
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The End of Chapter 18: And so some lives ended as another life began.... Life's circle in it's most prominent shape. I hope everyone is still happy with this story, even though I sadly was forced to end lives in this chapter. I also want to thank everyone for being patient once more- or at least trying to be :) Unfortunately I do have exams on my hands... so thank you (
Disclaimer: I own.... many things... too many now I think about it; I need to clean up my room hihi. I also own Alaster, Orion and Deneb.... And the darkness.... And these recent killings.... In the dark of the early morning my savage mind sadly went on a killing spree ;)
Thanks to SatansFlower, Serenade of the Sea, Chas and my anonymous reviewer who wishes to remain anonymous and therefor is anonymous....
Also a warm note of appreciation to A Four Leaf Clover for the great email I got from her ( Cheers to you.
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In order to speed up my posts there will be a change in my thank you's. I still name everyone who reviewed here, but only questions will be answered separately. I regret doing this and of course anyone protesting will be listened to... it does however speed up my posting. People who asked a question will find their questions answered after the following list of reviewers.
I thus want to thank the following people for reviewing chapter 17 (and possible other chapters):
i love it, A Four Leaf Clover, allie, KittyCatBlack, Icy Lullaby, Akarusa30991, kabniel, Jamie, lauren, Dorothy, LadyBrannon, Burning Flam3 (as many as 3 times; thanks!), AznDreamer802, kneh13, ooglez, Mrchdman (I probably will be trying to be published in the future; Thank you (), Felicity, Rose-of-Red, ConCon, meme, Strawberrylover, Angel348, Slytherinchic4, Princess Aranel, Lady-Firehair, JosieBelle (2 times; sorry for making you late, but I am glad you loved it), s, Becky, draco's angel, hells soul, dracomio, jellybeanz225, kittie06, crazy azn angel, "Naughty Girl", Jace Quin, dragon huntress (as many as 3 times too; thank you!).
Questioners:
Hannio: LOL, not really questions I still have to answer after this chapter... As for what they will both be doing, only time will tell ;)
Charmed-Goddess-07: Yes, I did know that hihi. I had been thinking of a way to solve that too, because writing an answer to all the reviewers only increased their waiting time.
Crystal Moon Magic: No, Ginny was not hurt. What has happened to Draco's parents will be explained in the next chapter.
Chibi Draconis: LOL, Draco has been through a lot in his life and has therefor build a wall around himself as a protection from the hurt he thinks he will have to endure if he lets anyone close.
superdebook: No no, Ginny has not killed herself... However several other people have died; my apologies ;)
Cursed4Life: Deneb was an ancestor of Draco ( LOL, yeah, rereading it might help ;) I have to admit I read my whole story again before I add anything to it :D
Kiss of the Night: LOL, it probably is... This is where you get the Dutch chick alert LOL; cause that's me, a Dutch chick. I'm glad you love my story though ;)
happigolucki616: LOL, well, you now know who died. For now, Draco has many things to deal with.... not saying any more ;)
bigreader: LOL, I am an equally proud freak ;D No, Ginny didn't kill herself, nor did she have any intention of doing so. And nope, no evil scheme of Ginny... yet hihi. Oooohhhh.... hypnotising Draco would be a sad thing indeed; depriving so many people hihi :D
Dweeb: No, Ginny hasn't hurt herself. No hurting of Ginny just yet... and hopefully not in the future either ;)
Jeru: Hard to say right now... I have however been thinking about it ;) And I did try to have a speedy update... you can go blame my teachers for giving me all kinds of exams in between.
ash44: Oh yeah, of course you know; dumb me :D The States were great, greater, greatest... Man, I wanna go back there so much. I miss my baby ( Awwww and the irony, yes... Hmn, I'll think about it... one never knows what could happen in the rest of this story ;)
Blood57 (for chapters 16 and 17): Coincidentally I often listen to music while writing pieces of my stories :D I dunno what was with the review alert, but I am very happy you're reading my story right now. For you and me both ;) And no, it is not blood from the tree; what is that anyhow? And yup, I have read 'Great Expectations' and love the book very much. LOL, maybe Draco does have some Estella trades ( Not saying anything about what will be happening with their child though.... *dun dun dun*
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