Disclaimer: The usual.
Warning: The usual again.
A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews! As I said already they mean a lot to me. Someone asked something about why Draco took back the glass ball. Well, he didn't, because he didn't give it to Harry to begin with. He just left it there by mistake. It fell out of his pocket (though I didn't say that in the last chapter). Sorry if I was unclear about that part.
Well, since I don't have anything more to say right now, let's begin with the chapter! ^^
Chapter 8:
"And he.. he kissed me. I know it was him. Don't ask me how because that glass ball only doesn't prove anything but still.. I know it was him." Harry sighed and buried his head in the snow white fur. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to feel? He was so confused, so lost. He just needed to hold on to something. Something real, because the world around him was so unreal. Nothing was right anymore.
"I'm tired. So... tired." he said as he yawned while still holding onto the wolf. Slowly he drifted off into dream land.
This was bad! So very, very bad! He knew! Oh Merlin! What was he supposed to do? He tried to move but heavy arms were tightly encircling his neck. This by the way was slightly painful because of the hidden scars there. But since it was Potter he was forgiven. Well, as long as the charm over them didn't break. Oh, he smelled so good. Mmm.. he wished they could stay this way for.. for ever.
No, no! That was disgusting and.. mushy. So wrong! Bad Draco! Very bad Draco! Oh, what was he supposed to do now? Potter would catch another cold. He didn't want that. Stupid Gryffindor git! Falling asleep like this in the snow. But he was just so damn cute. That little confused look on his sleeping face. It took his breath away.
"Damn you, I must really like you or something." He whispered once he was in his human form again. You can't very well carry a person around as a wolf. And he didn't want to wake the sleeping beauty he now held in his arms.
His heart was beating like it wanted to come out through his throat and he felt his face heat up. He had never been this close to this boy. Well, not like this anyway. He felt so warm in is arms. So.. right. He brushed a few black hairs from his forehead and his scar was visible. He traced it with his finger. The finger travelled down his cheek to those perfect, red lips.
"I'm so sorry Potter. I can't hate you anymore." He whispered as tears welled up in his eyes making his vision blur. The tears never fell. He would never let them. It just hurt in his chest so much. The beauty of this boy. Wanting to protect him from harm. Knowing he represented everything that was trying to hurt him. It hurt. Knowing this boy would never feel the same for him. They were never meant to be. It was impossible.
"One day Potter. One day you'll find someone you'll like... no, love. You'll love her so much; it is going to hurt in your chest just looking at her. And she'll love you, too. You'll be her everything. Everything she ever dreamed of. And she'll be the same for you. And she'll be looking at you, just like I'm looking at you right now and she'll hope that the two of you will be together for ever." It hurt. Knowing this, it hurt so much and he couldn't stand it. He stood slowly so he wouldn't wake the sleeping boy. He saw Potter's forgotten invisibility cloak and decided that this was at least somewhat good. At least no one would see him carrying Potter in his arms. He had no idea what he would do once he was inside the school. He just knew he didn't want Potter to wake up and he didn't want to leave him there either. Somehow he managed to wrap the cloak around the two of them without dropping Potter or waking him and he headed for the school.
'Well smarty-pants, what now?' he thought to himself. He couldn't very well waltz up to the Gryffindor Tower and ask that fat portrait to let him in because he was holding the precious Harry Potter. No, that was of course out of question. He could not just leave Potter in a corner either. What kind of thing would that be, doing that to someone you like? Even if it was Potter. He could definitely not take him to the Slytherin common room. That idea was just so wrong on so many levels.
But what was he supposed to do then? Sure, Hogwarts was a big school. Sure, he could probably find some old, abandoned room. But what would Potter think about that once he woke up. He would be very confused and he didn't need any more confusion in his life right now. What was he supposed to do?! He had to get rid of the sleeping boy in his arms. Now! He started to panic. What if someone came? What if Potter woke up? What if all that would happen at the same time? He would die that was sure. And he didn't plan to die just yet. No, no.
He did the first thing that came to mind. He put the sleeping boy gently on the ground so he was lying on the ground. He didn't wake up. He had a little problem with the arms clinging to him though. He removed them and put the invisibility cloak on the ground next to Potter. Then he stepped back and called out his name, forcing himself to sound as cold as possible.
"Potter!" nothing happened. Once again, this time louder.
"Potter! Wake up!" the sleeping boy stirred but didn't wake up. He stepped closer and poked him in the ribs.
"Wake up, Potter, this instant!" this time a pair of sleepy emerald eyes opened and looked around in a sleepy daze. They met his own silver ones and stayed there.
"M-Malfoy?" the voice Draco came to adore so much whispered. His heart started beating again. There was no hate in the sleepy boy's voice. How happy that made him, no one would ever know. But he had to stay in character. He had to control himself.
"Yes, it's me, Potter. Get up!" he said harshly. Potter didn't seem to have noticed though. He was still lying on the floor looking into his eyes with that confused, sleepy and utterly cute expression on his face. Draco thought he was going to die from all that innocence and cuteness.
"Malfoy...Y-you..kissed me." His voice sounded even weaker, even sleepier than before but Draco heard it. His blood froze in his veins and he stopped breathing. All expression was erased from his face and he became very pale in mere seconds. He looked like he had just seen death face-to-face and didn't know if it was going to take him or not.
Suddenly the lack of breathing started to make itself known as his lungs started to burn. He needed to breathe! But how? He didn't remember! Suddenly a strange noise was heard in his throat as his body remembered for him.
"Potter..that's..that..I.." he stammered. Damn it, Malfoy's didn't stammer! What was his problem? He almost forgot how to breathe again and the colour returned to his cheeks tenfold. His face looked like a tomato and he felt it, too. Merlin! He was blushing!
"So it was really you." Potter whispered suddenly a lot more awake. He still looked somewhat confused. Okay, so he looked like he was going to faint any minute but he did a really good job staying conscious though. Draco wasn't sure that if the roles were reversed, he would take all this as calmly as Potter did. Then again maybe Potter was going to hex him to the other side of the planet once it all sank in.
"Y-y-yes." Draco whispered in a voice so low it almost couldn't be heard. Why did he say that? Why did he admit it?! Merlin! This was never supposed to happen. That was just a one time thing! To feel something he wouldn't feel again. To have something he could never have again! It was *his* and his alone. No one to be shared with! Why did he say it out loud?! He wanted to scream and shout that he didn't, that it was all a lie, that he hated Potter and the mere idea was disgusting.
He didn't. He knew it would not be right. Even less right than doing it and just lying about it later. Even less right than feeling the way he did. He couldn't help that. He had to tell the truth. Even if it was going to kill him. And it was going to.
"Why...?" Potter asked softly. Draco was surprised. Very surprised. Potter seemed to take this all way too calmly. It made him nervous. It made him want to run. It also made him want to stay and tell him more. Tell him everything. Even though that would be a very stupid thing to do.
He sat down on the floor beside Potter who was now supporting himself on his elbows looking at him intensely. He wondered just what was going on in the Gryffindor's head.
"I...I wan..NO! I don't have to answer to that question!" he yelled suddenly. This was too much for him. He knew he was wrong though. That Potter indeed did deserve an explanation since it all happened without his consent. He wanted to say something more. To apologize, tell him he was sorry, that he kissed him because it felt right and good, because he wanted to.. because he was in love. But that all sounded so... sick. So stupid.
"I guess you're right then. You don't have to tell me but..I'd really like to know. Because this is so confusing for me. I want to know if you meant it." The other boy whispered, confusion in his voice, showing on his slightly flushed face.
So beautiful. So innocent and so absolutely cute. He looked so breathtaking. Not that he didn't always. Only now he was looking at him. *Him*, not the wolf, with something else than hate, anger or disgust. It felt so nice.
"What difference would that make, Potter?" he asked, his voice broken. He didn't look at the other boy. He didn't dare.
"It probably wouldn't make any difference." He heard the soft voice, closer this time. He looked up only to be drawn into those emerald pools once again. They were coming closer and closer. His heart stopped beating and then it started beating again in full force. His face was probably even redder than before. His breathing was irregular. Everything was spinning as silky lips brushed his ear. Time seemed to slow, and then it stopped altogether. The blood was ice cold in his veins, only to turn hot like lava again. He heard a heated whisper as those delicious lips came in contact with his ear again and he was sure this was the end.
"I guess we'll never know."
Potter drew back and he was still staring at the floor in front of him but then something snapped and he reached out and grabbed the other boy's wrist, forcing him to sit again.
He lifted his hand and gently he brushed away a few strands a black hair from the boy's forehead. His hand travelled down toward his cheek, to the lips he so badly wanted to taste. Down the side of his neck and into the black hair. Gently, he drew the other boy closer to himself, losing himself completely in their closeness, shutting out all coherent thought. He gazed into those magnetic eyes and a small smile showed in the corners of his lips.
"This doesn't mean I like you." He lied as their lips almost touched. The butterflies in his stomach flew up to his chest, almost as if they wanted to come out that way. Then their lips touched. It was only a slight brush, barely noticeable. It sent waves of electricity down his spine. All the hairs on his neck seemed to stand up as if they too wanted to see this miracle that was happening. His lips...they were so perfect against his own. This was so much better, so much more than that nigh in the Hospital Wing. It was sweet, it was bitter. It was everything and nothing like he imagined. It was happiness and sorrow mingling, becoming one.
Potter... no, Harry, was wonderful like this. His eyes shut. Beautiful black eyelashes resting on his slightly flushed cheeks. It was perfect. He was perfect.
He caressed the other's bottom lip with his tongue playfully. The boy in his arms responded by wrapping his arms around him tightly and slowly and hesitantly parting his lips allowing him to taste more of him.
He was just about to do that when one of Harry's hands found a wound. He pulled back quickly pushing the boy off of him and wincing.
He had put a charm on all of his wounds that made them look like old scars. That way they weren't so visible for the unsuspecting eye. They were extremely sensitive thought and the slightest touch could make the charm break, leaving him with the still bleeding wound. He had put the charm on so Potter wouldn't notice the wound while he was in his wolf form.
"W-what's wrong?" he heard the surprised and slightly frightened voice of his supposed arch rival. He looked up, holding the wound which was on his shoulder. He felt the blood slowly seeping through the material of his shirt. He was lucky he had thought about putting on a black shirt and a black cloak. Otherwise it would have been easier for Potter to see that he was hurt. He didn't want that. He didn't want to be rescued by the one Gryffindor hero.
"It's nothing, Potter. Go to your room now." He said in a soft voice. "And remember, I still don't like you." He said and tried to smirk but failed miserably. He got to his feet and picked up Potter's invisibility cloak.
Potter looked slightly worried. Not that he understood why. They *were* rivals after all. This kiss probably didn't change that.
"I said I'm fine Potter. Go to bed before I take points from your house and go and tell Snape that you are out in the middle of the night. I am still a prefect, you know." He said in a cold voice but his eyes spoke otherwise.
Potter still looked like he was having doubts but he didn't say anything. He just took his invisibility cloak from Draco, swung it around himself and disappeared. Draco looked in the direction he heard his steps disappear and began walking to the showers. He needed to get the wound cleaned. Then he needed someplace to spend the night.
In a dark corner, not so far away from the place where Draco stood yellow eyes were shining in the darkness.
"Oh, my poor Dragon. You have really done it this time. What am I supposed to do to you, so you learn?" a dark-haired boy stepped out of the shadows after the pair disappeared. His eyes shone angrily and his lips were curled in a cruel smile that could make your blood freeze to ice.
A/N: I'm so sorry! Oh, my dear god! This is so... mushy. Remember, be gentle with me! This is my first fanfic *ever* and actually that was my first kissing scene ever. I'm terribly sorry if things were going a bit too fast but when I started to write this fic, my idea was to only have a few chapters and the story was supposed to develop much quicker. But I guess I'm a bit scared of the scenes where Draco and Harry "get it on". Actually I'm not even sure this deserves the rating but my plan was/is to make it earn it. Gods, this chapter is a bit confusing even for me and I wrote it! Oh, yeah! Next chapter is going to explain why Harry did what he did. Why he kissed Draco back and all that. It's going to be about Harry mostly. I think. Actually there were never any special plans about what I was going to put in a chapter and so there aren't any now either. I just write what I feel like writing and maybe this... disorganisation of mine is causing you some trouble understanding things and maybe I sometimes make mistakes, too, though I really try not to make them too big. I'm just going to stop talking now before I bore you all to death. Please, even if you think it's all a bit crazy and you don't get some of it just please review and tell me all that and I'll try to do something about it. Just please review. Otherwise I'm going to keep talking and you will never finish reading this pathetic little A/N. By the way, I'm very proud of myself that I actually am done with this chapter before planned. But, of course, I'm still making you all wait. Just thought you should know that I have been finished for a while now. Maybe even started on the next chapter. Well, bye! See you next time and don't forget to review! ^^
Warning: The usual again.
A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews! As I said already they mean a lot to me. Someone asked something about why Draco took back the glass ball. Well, he didn't, because he didn't give it to Harry to begin with. He just left it there by mistake. It fell out of his pocket (though I didn't say that in the last chapter). Sorry if I was unclear about that part.
Well, since I don't have anything more to say right now, let's begin with the chapter! ^^
Chapter 8:
"And he.. he kissed me. I know it was him. Don't ask me how because that glass ball only doesn't prove anything but still.. I know it was him." Harry sighed and buried his head in the snow white fur. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to feel? He was so confused, so lost. He just needed to hold on to something. Something real, because the world around him was so unreal. Nothing was right anymore.
"I'm tired. So... tired." he said as he yawned while still holding onto the wolf. Slowly he drifted off into dream land.
This was bad! So very, very bad! He knew! Oh Merlin! What was he supposed to do? He tried to move but heavy arms were tightly encircling his neck. This by the way was slightly painful because of the hidden scars there. But since it was Potter he was forgiven. Well, as long as the charm over them didn't break. Oh, he smelled so good. Mmm.. he wished they could stay this way for.. for ever.
No, no! That was disgusting and.. mushy. So wrong! Bad Draco! Very bad Draco! Oh, what was he supposed to do now? Potter would catch another cold. He didn't want that. Stupid Gryffindor git! Falling asleep like this in the snow. But he was just so damn cute. That little confused look on his sleeping face. It took his breath away.
"Damn you, I must really like you or something." He whispered once he was in his human form again. You can't very well carry a person around as a wolf. And he didn't want to wake the sleeping beauty he now held in his arms.
His heart was beating like it wanted to come out through his throat and he felt his face heat up. He had never been this close to this boy. Well, not like this anyway. He felt so warm in is arms. So.. right. He brushed a few black hairs from his forehead and his scar was visible. He traced it with his finger. The finger travelled down his cheek to those perfect, red lips.
"I'm so sorry Potter. I can't hate you anymore." He whispered as tears welled up in his eyes making his vision blur. The tears never fell. He would never let them. It just hurt in his chest so much. The beauty of this boy. Wanting to protect him from harm. Knowing he represented everything that was trying to hurt him. It hurt. Knowing this boy would never feel the same for him. They were never meant to be. It was impossible.
"One day Potter. One day you'll find someone you'll like... no, love. You'll love her so much; it is going to hurt in your chest just looking at her. And she'll love you, too. You'll be her everything. Everything she ever dreamed of. And she'll be the same for you. And she'll be looking at you, just like I'm looking at you right now and she'll hope that the two of you will be together for ever." It hurt. Knowing this, it hurt so much and he couldn't stand it. He stood slowly so he wouldn't wake the sleeping boy. He saw Potter's forgotten invisibility cloak and decided that this was at least somewhat good. At least no one would see him carrying Potter in his arms. He had no idea what he would do once he was inside the school. He just knew he didn't want Potter to wake up and he didn't want to leave him there either. Somehow he managed to wrap the cloak around the two of them without dropping Potter or waking him and he headed for the school.
'Well smarty-pants, what now?' he thought to himself. He couldn't very well waltz up to the Gryffindor Tower and ask that fat portrait to let him in because he was holding the precious Harry Potter. No, that was of course out of question. He could not just leave Potter in a corner either. What kind of thing would that be, doing that to someone you like? Even if it was Potter. He could definitely not take him to the Slytherin common room. That idea was just so wrong on so many levels.
But what was he supposed to do then? Sure, Hogwarts was a big school. Sure, he could probably find some old, abandoned room. But what would Potter think about that once he woke up. He would be very confused and he didn't need any more confusion in his life right now. What was he supposed to do?! He had to get rid of the sleeping boy in his arms. Now! He started to panic. What if someone came? What if Potter woke up? What if all that would happen at the same time? He would die that was sure. And he didn't plan to die just yet. No, no.
He did the first thing that came to mind. He put the sleeping boy gently on the ground so he was lying on the ground. He didn't wake up. He had a little problem with the arms clinging to him though. He removed them and put the invisibility cloak on the ground next to Potter. Then he stepped back and called out his name, forcing himself to sound as cold as possible.
"Potter!" nothing happened. Once again, this time louder.
"Potter! Wake up!" the sleeping boy stirred but didn't wake up. He stepped closer and poked him in the ribs.
"Wake up, Potter, this instant!" this time a pair of sleepy emerald eyes opened and looked around in a sleepy daze. They met his own silver ones and stayed there.
"M-Malfoy?" the voice Draco came to adore so much whispered. His heart started beating again. There was no hate in the sleepy boy's voice. How happy that made him, no one would ever know. But he had to stay in character. He had to control himself.
"Yes, it's me, Potter. Get up!" he said harshly. Potter didn't seem to have noticed though. He was still lying on the floor looking into his eyes with that confused, sleepy and utterly cute expression on his face. Draco thought he was going to die from all that innocence and cuteness.
"Malfoy...Y-you..kissed me." His voice sounded even weaker, even sleepier than before but Draco heard it. His blood froze in his veins and he stopped breathing. All expression was erased from his face and he became very pale in mere seconds. He looked like he had just seen death face-to-face and didn't know if it was going to take him or not.
Suddenly the lack of breathing started to make itself known as his lungs started to burn. He needed to breathe! But how? He didn't remember! Suddenly a strange noise was heard in his throat as his body remembered for him.
"Potter..that's..that..I.." he stammered. Damn it, Malfoy's didn't stammer! What was his problem? He almost forgot how to breathe again and the colour returned to his cheeks tenfold. His face looked like a tomato and he felt it, too. Merlin! He was blushing!
"So it was really you." Potter whispered suddenly a lot more awake. He still looked somewhat confused. Okay, so he looked like he was going to faint any minute but he did a really good job staying conscious though. Draco wasn't sure that if the roles were reversed, he would take all this as calmly as Potter did. Then again maybe Potter was going to hex him to the other side of the planet once it all sank in.
"Y-y-yes." Draco whispered in a voice so low it almost couldn't be heard. Why did he say that? Why did he admit it?! Merlin! This was never supposed to happen. That was just a one time thing! To feel something he wouldn't feel again. To have something he could never have again! It was *his* and his alone. No one to be shared with! Why did he say it out loud?! He wanted to scream and shout that he didn't, that it was all a lie, that he hated Potter and the mere idea was disgusting.
He didn't. He knew it would not be right. Even less right than doing it and just lying about it later. Even less right than feeling the way he did. He couldn't help that. He had to tell the truth. Even if it was going to kill him. And it was going to.
"Why...?" Potter asked softly. Draco was surprised. Very surprised. Potter seemed to take this all way too calmly. It made him nervous. It made him want to run. It also made him want to stay and tell him more. Tell him everything. Even though that would be a very stupid thing to do.
He sat down on the floor beside Potter who was now supporting himself on his elbows looking at him intensely. He wondered just what was going on in the Gryffindor's head.
"I...I wan..NO! I don't have to answer to that question!" he yelled suddenly. This was too much for him. He knew he was wrong though. That Potter indeed did deserve an explanation since it all happened without his consent. He wanted to say something more. To apologize, tell him he was sorry, that he kissed him because it felt right and good, because he wanted to.. because he was in love. But that all sounded so... sick. So stupid.
"I guess you're right then. You don't have to tell me but..I'd really like to know. Because this is so confusing for me. I want to know if you meant it." The other boy whispered, confusion in his voice, showing on his slightly flushed face.
So beautiful. So innocent and so absolutely cute. He looked so breathtaking. Not that he didn't always. Only now he was looking at him. *Him*, not the wolf, with something else than hate, anger or disgust. It felt so nice.
"What difference would that make, Potter?" he asked, his voice broken. He didn't look at the other boy. He didn't dare.
"It probably wouldn't make any difference." He heard the soft voice, closer this time. He looked up only to be drawn into those emerald pools once again. They were coming closer and closer. His heart stopped beating and then it started beating again in full force. His face was probably even redder than before. His breathing was irregular. Everything was spinning as silky lips brushed his ear. Time seemed to slow, and then it stopped altogether. The blood was ice cold in his veins, only to turn hot like lava again. He heard a heated whisper as those delicious lips came in contact with his ear again and he was sure this was the end.
"I guess we'll never know."
Potter drew back and he was still staring at the floor in front of him but then something snapped and he reached out and grabbed the other boy's wrist, forcing him to sit again.
He lifted his hand and gently he brushed away a few strands a black hair from the boy's forehead. His hand travelled down toward his cheek, to the lips he so badly wanted to taste. Down the side of his neck and into the black hair. Gently, he drew the other boy closer to himself, losing himself completely in their closeness, shutting out all coherent thought. He gazed into those magnetic eyes and a small smile showed in the corners of his lips.
"This doesn't mean I like you." He lied as their lips almost touched. The butterflies in his stomach flew up to his chest, almost as if they wanted to come out that way. Then their lips touched. It was only a slight brush, barely noticeable. It sent waves of electricity down his spine. All the hairs on his neck seemed to stand up as if they too wanted to see this miracle that was happening. His lips...they were so perfect against his own. This was so much better, so much more than that nigh in the Hospital Wing. It was sweet, it was bitter. It was everything and nothing like he imagined. It was happiness and sorrow mingling, becoming one.
Potter... no, Harry, was wonderful like this. His eyes shut. Beautiful black eyelashes resting on his slightly flushed cheeks. It was perfect. He was perfect.
He caressed the other's bottom lip with his tongue playfully. The boy in his arms responded by wrapping his arms around him tightly and slowly and hesitantly parting his lips allowing him to taste more of him.
He was just about to do that when one of Harry's hands found a wound. He pulled back quickly pushing the boy off of him and wincing.
He had put a charm on all of his wounds that made them look like old scars. That way they weren't so visible for the unsuspecting eye. They were extremely sensitive thought and the slightest touch could make the charm break, leaving him with the still bleeding wound. He had put the charm on so Potter wouldn't notice the wound while he was in his wolf form.
"W-what's wrong?" he heard the surprised and slightly frightened voice of his supposed arch rival. He looked up, holding the wound which was on his shoulder. He felt the blood slowly seeping through the material of his shirt. He was lucky he had thought about putting on a black shirt and a black cloak. Otherwise it would have been easier for Potter to see that he was hurt. He didn't want that. He didn't want to be rescued by the one Gryffindor hero.
"It's nothing, Potter. Go to your room now." He said in a soft voice. "And remember, I still don't like you." He said and tried to smirk but failed miserably. He got to his feet and picked up Potter's invisibility cloak.
Potter looked slightly worried. Not that he understood why. They *were* rivals after all. This kiss probably didn't change that.
"I said I'm fine Potter. Go to bed before I take points from your house and go and tell Snape that you are out in the middle of the night. I am still a prefect, you know." He said in a cold voice but his eyes spoke otherwise.
Potter still looked like he was having doubts but he didn't say anything. He just took his invisibility cloak from Draco, swung it around himself and disappeared. Draco looked in the direction he heard his steps disappear and began walking to the showers. He needed to get the wound cleaned. Then he needed someplace to spend the night.
In a dark corner, not so far away from the place where Draco stood yellow eyes were shining in the darkness.
"Oh, my poor Dragon. You have really done it this time. What am I supposed to do to you, so you learn?" a dark-haired boy stepped out of the shadows after the pair disappeared. His eyes shone angrily and his lips were curled in a cruel smile that could make your blood freeze to ice.
A/N: I'm so sorry! Oh, my dear god! This is so... mushy. Remember, be gentle with me! This is my first fanfic *ever* and actually that was my first kissing scene ever. I'm terribly sorry if things were going a bit too fast but when I started to write this fic, my idea was to only have a few chapters and the story was supposed to develop much quicker. But I guess I'm a bit scared of the scenes where Draco and Harry "get it on". Actually I'm not even sure this deserves the rating but my plan was/is to make it earn it. Gods, this chapter is a bit confusing even for me and I wrote it! Oh, yeah! Next chapter is going to explain why Harry did what he did. Why he kissed Draco back and all that. It's going to be about Harry mostly. I think. Actually there were never any special plans about what I was going to put in a chapter and so there aren't any now either. I just write what I feel like writing and maybe this... disorganisation of mine is causing you some trouble understanding things and maybe I sometimes make mistakes, too, though I really try not to make them too big. I'm just going to stop talking now before I bore you all to death. Please, even if you think it's all a bit crazy and you don't get some of it just please review and tell me all that and I'll try to do something about it. Just please review. Otherwise I'm going to keep talking and you will never finish reading this pathetic little A/N. By the way, I'm very proud of myself that I actually am done with this chapter before planned. But, of course, I'm still making you all wait. Just thought you should know that I have been finished for a while now. Maybe even started on the next chapter. Well, bye! See you next time and don't forget to review! ^^