Title: A Torturous Reminder
Epilogue: Silver Warmth
Rating: M
Warnings: H/D SLASH, HBP SPOILERS, EXPLICIT CONTENT
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Harry Potter! Characters (except those created by us) belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling, WB, and the publishing companies. Don't sue us! We are just bored teenagers having a go at poor Harry and Draco!
Draco, not at all dizzy with just apparating to another continent, hastily walked to an inn. He had considered just going to the ministry to see Harry, suitcase in hand, but thought better of it and instead opted to get a room for himself first.
He walked through Diagon Alley, old memories coming to him. He had told himself to never return to England, yet there he was strolling in Diagon Alley without giving a second thought of how much he hated it. Harry had dragged him out of his stupor and the haven he had back in the states. Although as much as he hated England, he knew that if Harry wished to have him stay with him there, he would. That thought alone shocked him deeply. He would never have someone else direct his wishes, nor would he ever comply with something he desperately didn't want. Yet, if it involved Harry, Draco knew that his previous way of life would be difficult to follow.
'How pathetic I am, I don't even know if Harry has any feelings for me,' he thought, angry at himself for daring to hope. 'No…Harry does have feelings for me, he can't throw them away…' he thought, but fear was grabbing a hold on him.
Finally, he walked inside the inn and got a room, ignoring the look the innkeeper was giving him. He walked up the stairs and into his room. He scowled as he took in his surroundings. The room was horribly decorated, and be damn if he had to stay more than one night in there. He eyed the bed and rolled his eyes in irritation. "Only for you stupid Gryffindor would I sleep in such a bed," he muttered as he threw his suitcase on top of it, "and only for you would I only pack my clothes in one suitcase."
He took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling, "Harry, don't disappoint me, please" he whispered, and apparated to the ministry.
xxxx
Draco walked to the auror's headquarters, and waited impatiently as a man in front of him talked to the receptionist.
'Finally, he leaves' thought Draco, as the man gathered some papers and thanking the lady, walked away to talk to someone else.
Draco went up to the receptionist, but she either was too busy to notice he was there, or just didn't care.
Draco cleared his throat, but the lady wouldn't look up, 'the nerve of her,' he thought, annoyed.
"Excuse me, are you blind or deaf? I have been standing here and you do not acknowledge me," said Draco coldly.
Rolling her eyes, she looked up, "Sorry, sir but I am busy."
"Isn't it your job to inquire what I may need? You are the receptionist after all, aren't you?" he drawled.
She scowled, "What is it that you needed?"
"I am here to see Mr. Potter on an urgent matter, and if you can direct me to his office I will be much obliged," he said politely but his tone short of polite.
"That can't be done," she said, and resumed writing on a piece of paper.
"Excuse me?" snapped Draco.
"Mr. Potter does not work here anymore."
Draco looked at her, confused, "What!"
"He does not work here," she said slowly as if speaking to a child, "he quit."
Draco frowned, why had Harry quit? Didn't he love his job?
"Then can you tell me his address? As I said this is urgent."
"I cannot hand out private information," she said shortly.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to keep his slowly growing anger in control, "I. Need. To. Contact. Him," he hissed, "Just give me his damn address!"
"Don't raise your voice, I will be forced to call security."
"Just tell me his address you hag! It won't affect you in the slightest!" he yelled, his self-control driven away by just looking at the girl as she sat there with a bored look on her face.
"Malfoy!" a voice inquired, and Draco cursed before turning around, yes, it was Weasley.
"What the hell are you doing here, and yelling at the receptionist for?"
At the mention of his name, the receptionist looked at him, her eyes widening. He gave her a smirk before turning once again to Ron.
"I need Potter's address. Now."
"Why would I give it to you?" he asked suspiciously.
Draco wanted nothing more than to throw a hex at him, but if he wanted to get Harry's address he had to calm himself.
"I need to tell him some things, its urgent!" he snapped, 'Well there goes me being calm,' he thought.
"You're not going anywhere near him, I don't wish to send you knowing Harry would hate it that you're visiting him."
Draco's heart sank, did Ron know? If he did, then Harry hated him? It didn't make sense…
"Weasley just tell me where he lives! What the fuck is everyone's problem! I am not going to harm your precious Potter, I just need to talk to him for fucks sake!" he yelled.
"I am not telling you," said Ron stubbornly.
Draco raised his wand and was about to curse the stupid weasel when Hermione's voice rung from across the hall.
"Ron! What's going on?" she yelled, as she quickly walked towards them.
"Malfoy!"
"The one and only."
"The git wants to know where Harry lives!" yelled Ron, very red in the face.
"Does he?" asked Hermione, turning to look at Draco, "why?"
"It's urgent, Granger."
Hermione looked at him quizzically, then making up her mind, turned to Ron, "Ron, wait for me in your office."
"But!"
"Ron! Please," said Hermione in a brisk tone.
Ron, if possible, got redder in the face and without saying anything, left to his office, muttering curses at Draco.
Draco smirked triumphantly, now all he had to do was convince Hermione.
"So, Malfoy, cut the crap and tell me why you need to see Harry."
"I told you..."
Hermione interrupted him, "Yes I know, it's urgent. What does it have to do with?"
"Granger, it's none of your business!"
Hermione raised her eyebrow, "If you don't tell me I won't tell you Harry's address."
"Why I never expected that of you," drawled Draco.
"No, I'm just protecting a friend."
"Damn you and your Gryffindor self. Look Granger, I need to talk to Harry…it's personal…and I…"he tried to find the right words but couldn't, "Fuck, just tell me! Please!" he cried, his cold tone turning into a passionate one.
Hermione looked at Draco in shock, she had never seen Draco that way before, and had he said 'please'!
She continued gazing calculatedly at Draco when something inside her clicked. "Were you with Harry in the states?"
"Yes," said Draco, "now will you tell me?"
Draco felt Hermione's eyes almost burning into his, looking at him in wonder. He could practically see her brain working on explanations on why he was there asking for Harry's location.
Hermione nodded, a look of understanding coming into her eyes. She grabbed a paper and pen from the receptionist and wrote down Harry's address.
"I must be crazy to give this to you, but here," she said, handing out the paper to Draco.
Draco hurriedly took the paper and Hermione saw a slight smile grace Draco's features.
"Thanks, Granger," he muttered, slipping the paper into his pocket.
He was about to leave when a hand grabbed his shoulder, "Don't hurt him, Malfoy," Hermione said quietly, before letting him go.
Draco raised his eyebrow, and with a nod left the hall and got into the lift.
Hermione continued to stare at Draco until he got inside the lift and disappeared from her view. 'Oh god, Harry, I have no idea what the hell happened to you but falling for Malfoy?' she thought with a slight shake of her head, 'I will never get you.'
She knew that Malfoy was probably the reason that Harry had come back in the state he was in from the states. She had given Malfoy the address, but only in hope that he will put things back where they were with Harry. If Malfoy had done something, he needed to explain it to Harry, Harry deserved that. Yet, she had seen the look in Malfoy's eyes as he finally dropped his mask and asked her with what she thought was anguish and pain in his voice to tell him where Harry was. She would have been a fool not to see it.
xxxx
Draco stood in front of Harry's door, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. His hands had turned all clammy, and he was shaking slightly. So this was it. He was going to find out why Harry had left. He was going to find out everything. He placed his hands inside his pockets when he felt something cool touch his hand.
He pulled it out and noticed two silver bracelets dangling in front of him. He took a shaky breath and slipped one on his wrist. He took the other one and placed it back in his pocket.
He placed a slight knock at the door and waited with an anxious mind.
The door opened and Draco's eyes went wide with shock, Oliver stood on the other side of the entrance.
'There has to be an explanation, there has to be!' thought Draco frantically as he tried to compose himself.
"Malfoy?" asked Oliver looking at him oddly.
"I need to speak with Harry," said Draco his voice even, surprising himself.
"He's not here, but he will be back in a couple of minutes…do you want to wait for him?"
Draco nodded, "Yes, that would be fine," he said quickly, as he went inside.
He took a seat in the couch and looked up to see Oliver still staring at him oddly.
Some minutes passed in silence, both looking at each other in uncomfortable silence. Draco's mind had blanked out when he saw Oliver. Was Harry with him? He just had to know…
Draco cleared his throat, "So…are you…with Harry?"
"Yes, we are together. We had some problems…I'm sure you heard about them, but that's all in the past," said Oliver smiling.
Draco felt his world collapse around him. Harry had forgotten him, Harry had never loved him if he was willing to come back to Oliver. When they had kissed in the car…and Harry had left him…now he knew…Harry never loved him back, when Harry had told him he loved him, he was lying. All lies.
He stared at Oliver, wishing it was not true. But it was, seeing Oliver's grin confirmed it.
The door then opened slowly, and a ruly-hair head emerged from behind it. Oliver walked to open the door for Harry, and as Harry walked in, he set an item on the floor. He closed the door and turned, only to get a peck on the lips from Oliver.
"Harry! You're here…"
Harry smiled slightly and turned around, but only to find the angry glare of one Draco Malfoy.
Harry's eyes went wide at the sight of Draco. 'This can't be… how can it…' he thought, his mind frantically searching for an explanation of why this man was sitting there, in his own living room. 'Maybe I'm just seeing things,' he thought, rubbing at his eyes furiously. But no, it was Draco, and he was sitting there, staring up at him and Oliver. 'Damn it,' he thought as he remembered Oliver and the peck they had just shared when another thought entered him. 'Maybe he's just here because the ministry in the US needed me…' he thought, calming himself down with this thought.
"Hello, Draco," Harry said, trying to be civil and suppress the emotions that were raging inside him. He didn't know what to feel at the moment. Annoyed, concerned, alleviated, wonderment, he didn't know. He was confused and shocked and wanted to know why the hell Draco was sitting… wait, no, now standing, in his apartment.
"Don't hello me," Draco said, anger getting a hold of him. He had told himself he wasn't going to get angry, he was just going to get an explanation, and the possibility that Harry did not love him had presented itself to him, but he still couldn't believe it. Something was wrong, Harry couldn't have just done that to him. Could he? He had that other time… but because he was afraid. This time, there was nothing that could serve as an explanation for his departure, for the way he had so abruptly left, and left him alone and feeling deserted, alone to cope with the rebounding memories. "I come all the way from America to see you, to tell you that I remember, and to ask for an explanation on why you left the way you did, ready to forgive you, and I find you like this!"
Harry's eyes, if possible, went wider and he stared at Draco, unsure whether he actually believed what he had heard. "Draco…" was all he could muster, which only further agitated Draco.
"Yes, it's me. Who do you think it is, Potter? Or maybe you're going to say your memory's gone too, which would explain a lot of things. I don't know why I even bloody expected you to be waiting for me, why I bloody hoped for you to take me back…," Draco said, now on the verge of tears, much to his horror. He tried suppressing them back, but he felt himself sob and shake uncontrollably as he stared at Harry through teary eyes. "I can't believe I was so stupid… I was an idiot, believing you after the first time… I should've seen it, yes, I should've…"
"Draco," Harry finally said, taking in all of what Draco was saying and shaking his head, although Draco didn't seem to see. He knew he had to explain. Draco was veering in a whole other direction and he had to get his side of the story across before it was too late. "It wasn't like that, Draco," Harry said in a low tone. "I didn't abandon you…"
"Then tell me what the bloody hell it was when you rejected my kiss and left the following day!" Draco yelled, now in control of his emotions once again and staring at Harry with cold rage.
"I left because I didn't feel like you deserved me. I left because you had forgotten everything about me. I left because I felt like you would have a better life without me!" Harry said, unaware that his voice was getting louder as he continued to talk. "I thought that you would be better off without me, that you would be able to cope. After all, the possibilities of you remembering were very limited. It was highly possible that you were never going to remember, so I left. It hurt too much, Draco…"
"And don't you think it hurt me! How do you think it bloody made me feel! Do you think I was sitting at home, having the time of my life, after you rejected me that first time! And then I began to have those reoccurring dreams. They were telling me everything, and I was confused. You weren't fucking there, Potter! I couldn't fucking ask you about it, I had to deal with it all on my own! And it was overwhelming! Do you have any idea what it did to me! What I was feeling as these visions kept on popping into my head! And then to bloody remember and have you gone! Tell me, Potter, why wouldn't it have worked! Why did you leave me rather than stay with me! We could've tried…," Draco said, his shoulders shaking but no tears flowing from his eyes now. He looked down at the floor and shut his eyes, then opened them, noticing the silver bracelet on his own arm and anger returned.
He grabbed the silver bracelet, tearing it from his own wrist, and reached into his pocket to take out the other one. He grabbed them both in his hand and stared back to look up at Harry, who looked very much shaken and appeared at a loss of what to do or say.
"We couldn't have tried, Draco. It wouldn't be the same, and like I said, I thought you would have been better off without me," Harry said softly, unsure of his own thoughts now.
"It would have been, but it wasn't. Do you know what I had to go through… the… you know what, Potter. Fine. I came here to ask for an explanation of why you left me, and I've gotten it. I hoped for something more, but seeing as that's not going to happen," Draco muttered silently, sending a cold look at Oliver before turning his chilling gaze back to Harry, "I guess I'll leave. Sorry to have disrupted your day." He threw the bracelets near Harry's feet and saw Harry go down and pick them up, a sign of realization on his eyes, before his gaze was averted thoroughly to the door.
Harry stared at the bracelets. They were the ones that Draco had purchased in California… that time, before he had stormed off. He looked up at Draco's leaving figure before picking them up. Had they been… were they meant for… them? But why had Draco bought them then if that had been when they were fighting, if that had been the time when they were still unsure of what their relationship was, when they had been tense around the other. He looked up once again to see Draco's hand closing around the doorknob and knew that if he wanted to have Draco, he had to act now.
"Draco… wait," Harry said, placing the bracelets on the table and walking over to where Draco was. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and turned him around to face him. Silver eyes met green and they stared at each other until Draco turned away.
"What?" Draco asked, his tone harsh, though he knew what was coming.
"I… I want you to stay," Harry said. "I… I'm sorry for whatever happened to you. I didn't expect it to have gone that way… I really thought that you were going to be all right, that you were going to be able to lead a life better than the one you would have had with me…"
Draco looked at Harry, sighing. "Don't judge my life, Potter. Only I can judge what's better for me or not," he said, not entirely appeased.
"Wait," Oliver suddenly said, a bit angry at being half-forgotten and completely confused and hurt by what was going on. "Wait… Harry… would you mind telling me what's going on here…"
Harry looked at Oliver, a sorry expression passing over his face. He tried to make words come out of his mouth, his eyebrows knitted in concentration and his mind reeling, trying to work out what he should say, when he suddenly heard Draco speak beside him.
"I think even you could've captured what just happened, Wood," Draco said with a trace of coldness. Harry cast Draco a frown, before turning back to Oliver.
"I didn't ask you, Malfoy, I was asking Harry here," Oliver said, before turning to Harry, almost pleadingly. "Harry…"
"Oliver… I…"
Draco stood next to Harry, waiting for Harry's answer. He remembered how hurt Harry had been because of Oliver's expense, remembered the feeling behind those eyes whenever Oliver had been mentioned, and couldn't help but wonder whether he was fighting a losing fight. But Harry had asked him to wait, hadn't he?
"Harry, you said we would work this out. Don't tell me this is what got you down, Harry. I did all of that to get you jealous," Oliver said, when a slight look of realization and hope crossed over his face. "You must have been doing this too, right? Playing my own game, trying to get me jealous too? Or trying to forget me?"
Harry gazed at Oliver, unsure of how to proceed. He couldn't just hurt Oliver. Sure, he had lost the feelings he had felt, but he still owed Oliver something, or at least, he felt like he owed him something. He had been with Oliver for a long time. He had stuck by Oliver's side, and Oliver had done the same. Oliver had even been willing to take things as slow as Harry needed them, and Harry knew Oliver had been slowly growing frustrated at things, but had been able to keep patient on account of him. How was he going to tell this man, this man that apparently loved him, that he didn't care!
"Please, Wood, don't flatter yourself. Harry's not like you. He wouldn't go around, doing people just to get back at someone. He wouldn't try to hurt you even if you had tried to kill him either, and he definitely was able to forget you, although he didn't need someone to do that," Draco said, angry at what Oliver had implicated.
Oliver stared coldly at Draco, his brown eyes flashing. "Stay away from Harry, Malfoy. You don't deserve Harry. Harry deserves someone else, someone with a higher repute, someone higher than you, someone that at least has some morals in them, someone that at least has some intention of loving him!"
"And you don't think I'm willing and able to love him!"
"I didn't say that, but I think that was my point, yes!"
"Please, you're the one who doesn't deserve Harry, hurting him because of a heartache, trying to cause him as much pain as he caused you."
"Isn't that what you were going to do to him just now! Isn't that what you did to him!"
"It wasn't my fault I bloody forgot and I was more than willing to start things anew with Harry! On the other hand, it is your fault that you went and bedded another guy, all to create jealousy!"
"And don't tell me these past four weeks haven't completely kept you from bedding someone, too!"
Draco looked at him, shocked, but remained silent. He felt Harry's eyes on him and turned to Harry, feeling he should give Harry the explanation rather than to Oliver, whom he noticed smirking through the corner of his eye.
"Only one, and that was after you pushed me aside, that night in my car. I felt dirty and vile afterwards, though, and didn't dare go out to any clubs for a whole month after that," Draco said, hoping this would be enough and that Harry wasn't about to count this against him.
Instead, Harry only nodded, still a bit too incredulously happy to comprehend much of what was going on and trying to figure out how he was going to break it to Oliver, trying to get over the remorse he was feeling and knew he would feel afterwards.
"Harry, choose, right now. It's either me or Draco. I, for one, cannot take this any longer. Please, Harry, make your decision so we can know who it really is you… love…," Oliver said, afraid of the answer he was going to receive but knowing this was the only way.
Harry looked up at Oliver, searching his face, then back at Draco. The answer, was of course, easy, but he couldn't… something in his heart couldn't let Oliver go like this. Then again, he couldn't bear to part with Draco either. Draco was his everything, Draco was the only thing that would make him feel complete again, and now that Draco was back, he was never going to let him go. Not ever.
"I'm sorry…" Harry said a bit hesitantly at Oliver. He saw brown eyes saddening at his response, but Oliver only nodded. Harry looked away, unable to take the sadness in Oliver's eyes that he had caused and even felt Draco shifting uncomfortably besides him.
"If that's the way it is, then fine," Oliver said, trying to remain composed. "Harry, I'll always love you, no matter what. You know that," Oliver said, coming over to Harry and pushing a strand of Harry's unruly hair away lovingly. "I respect your decision, though I can't say I'm a bit saddened by it, but… in time, who knows… all I know is that you've made your decision for now, and there's nothing I can do but go with it… Harry, I hope you're happy, at least. That's all I want at this point, your happiness… maybe later…" Oliver said with a half-hopeful and choked up voice. Harry lifted his green eyes to Oliver's brown ones and they held each other until Oliver's slowly closed and his lips ran lightly over Harry's own. "I'm sorry, Harry, for anything I ever caused you," he said, his lips brushing against Harry's and breath intermingling with Harry's own. He pulled away and turned to look at Draco, whom he merely nodded at with a cold look, then left the room.
A few minutes of silence began until Draco found his voice again. He stared at Harry, unsure of what to do now, unsure of what to say. He had felt angry that Harry had let Oliver touch him, outraged that Oliver had kissed him and Harry had not pulled back, but had decided to let that pass. A part of him understood what Harry was going through, understood the way Harry felt and understood why Harry had allowed Oliver to do as he had done. He knew that it had meant nothing, and it was better left unmentioned between them. Instead, he lifted his eyes only to find two pairs of green eyes on him.
"So…" Harry said, a mixture of feelings beginning to die down and new ones beginning to rise. Oliver had deserved at least one parting kiss, and Harry had given it to him. Harry had allowed Oliver to end it in his own way, feeling that this would be easier. He hadn't expected on the constrictions he now felt within himself, on feeling the remorseful feeling he knew he might have gotten, but hadn't expected. He turned to look at the blonde beside him, though, and all feelings of remorse changed. Instead, he felt overwhelming emotions of love, happiness, and other indescribable feelings of the same channel flowing through him.
"So…" Draco said. He hadn't expected on this when he had first come here, and especially not now. He hadn't expected to feel nervous in front of Harry. He hadn't… Draco was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts as two lips found his own and he felt hands running through his hair. Draco kissed with as much eagerness and passion the other man was showing him and both were soon apart, gasping for breath.
"I missed that," Harry said. "Like you, I haven't been able to kiss anyone without feeling it's not right…" Harry continued before a finger was placed on his lips and two grey eyes looked at him.
"Then don't talk, just kiss," Draco muttered before running his hands under Harry's shirt and closing the space between them.
Draco nibbled on the open mouth that was presented before fully kissing it, tongues dancing as both obviously experienced the ecstasy they had so long forgotten. He felt a low groan coming from the other man and felt himself moan in response. He felt himself losing it quickly as two hands began to unbutton his shirt and he felt himself suddenly pushed back onto a bed, with no recollection of having walked at all.
Harry had placed himself on top of Draco, now grinding his hips into Draco's own and continuing the overwhelming kiss, full of desire and lust, and knowingly enough, love. Their hands caressed each other as low moans filled the room. Harry's mouth slowly began to trail down, first to Draco's jaw line, then to Draco's neck, then collarbone, placing illicit kisses all the way and feeling himself respond to Draco's own moans and groans of ecstasy.
Draco's own hands ran over Harry, removing his shirt and running themselves through his hair as Harry continued trailing his mouth lower and lower. He felt himself shift under Harry, buck unconsciously, and finally with force he didn't know he had, turned Harry over and began producing the same sounds Harry had produced in him on Harry. He felt himself beginning to get even more excited as he traced circles and nipped softly at Harry's own nipples, felt Harry tense and move under him as he continued trailing his own kisses over him, and felt Harry's already erect organ, prodding through his pants, his own painfully pushing against his own pants. He stripped Harry of all remaining clothes and rid of himself of his own, until both were lying unbelievably close to each other, skin pressing against skin.
Draco pressed his lips onto Harry's again, his hand stroking Harry's growing member before looking at those green eyes. He felt Harry nod in agreement, Harry's eyes still closed in pleasure, and immediately aligned himself. He pushed into Harry and felt a moan, louder than the rest, escape his throat, followed by several others soon after. His own grunts and groans could be heard, but neither of them noticed. It was too pleasurable, too much, and it felt too good.
Harry hadn't felt this same pleasure since the last time he had been with Draco. He felt Draco's hand pumping him while Draco's own member moved inside him, going deeper and deeper. He felt his own arms go around Draco and push him down onto him, felt Draco reach that point where Harry couldn't hold it anymore, and he felt himself reach his climax as Draco's own peaked.
Both kissed almost lazily, but tenderly, as they lay beside each other. They could each feel the love that devoured them, the love that consumed both of them, the love that seemed to continue to grow. They each wondered how they had both not seen it before, both too glad that they were now together to reminisce on that thought for too long.
Harry suddenly got up from the bed and stepped into the living room, before coming back to a confused Draco. He lifted his hands and Draco's eyes filled with realization and a happiness he had never thought he would have been capable of. He extended his arm, letting Harry tie something to his own wrist. He placed the other bracelet on Harry's own wrist in much the same manner before sweeping in for a kiss. Harry placed a hand on Draco's neck, drawing them near to each other, before parting and lying back down, Draco beside him and the covers now over both of them.
"I still can't believe it…" Harry mumbled, turning to grey eyes that peered at him through the darkness.
"Well, believe it," Draco said. "I'm never leaving you again, and I'm hoping the same from you."
"I'm just… happy it all worked out. It still seems too good to be true."
"Who says we don't deserve happiness? We've gone through our fair share of battles, much more than we should have gone through. We've gone through our fair share of trials. But I guess I understand what you mean. This… overwhelming sense… of happiness… of love. It almost seems too good to be true," Draco mumbled sleepily, gazing up at Harry's green eyes that cut through the night.
"Yes, but its happened, and I have to say, I've never been happier," Harry said before snuggling closer to Draco, his eyes closing in sleepy content.
"I've never been happier either," Draco said, before closing his own eyes, a silver glint of jewelry glinting as he draped an arm over the warm body so close to him.
A/N (TWO AUTHOR RANTS….YAY!):
Wow, we can't believe it's truly over. OMG…well, we really hope you enjoyed this story as much as we enjoyed writing it. This story started out of boredom due to long school bus rides, who knew! Hehehe it's not the greatest thing in the world to write a story at 7 in the morning and then late in the afternoon when we are both tired, and when you have people near you that probably think you're weird since they hear the words "Harry…Draco…sex"…we swear that they listen to our conversation! They get quiet when we are talking…hmmm haha.
Nevertheless, we tried our best, and hopefully you all enjoyed the end result of it! To all those that reviewed, thank you soooooo much. You all had been nothing but awesome with us, and we enjoyed reading each and every one of the reviews tremendously (even the death threats and the yelling at us for giving Harry and Draco problems).
To those of you that have never reviewed…what are you waiting for! This is your last chance, and we really would appreciate it if you dropped a comment for us!
Once again, thanks! It's been a pleasure.
-Lorena
True, it is truly over. tear I can't believe it. After… months of work and dedication, rushing a bit at the end, and pouring our everlasting love and imagination into empty pages of a spiral notebook, we have finally finished it. Wow. Well, it was immensely fun and enjoyable. Immensely fun.
I know a few things were… out of proportion. For example, the time. We sort of ended up rushing things, and I think in the first few chapters time goes by very slow and a lot of things happen in a matter of days. And it happens later too. We have developed a sense of time by now, though, and hopefully, in our new upcoming story yes, new, we will serve justice to time.
Yes, a new fan fic, you ask? Heh, we need to continue to somehow entertain ourselves on those excruciatingly long bus rides. So, we've decide to come up with another one! Hooray! The plot's sort of been decided, a bit more research has to go into it though, before it can be written. But yes, expect the first chapters sometime in mid January, maybe by the end of January if late.
I don't want to make this too long, so I'm ending it here. It was so enjoyable to write this! I love every one of the reviewers, everyone of those who have commented and inputted their stuff I even used a description by one of our reviewers in the last chapter : ) . But yeah. Not sure what else to say, now I have to go back and read what I've actually written… the dread… I hope its as good as some of you say, though I may judge more harshly. Lol, but maybe not. Who knows. Well, hope you all have liked this, those of you who have followed through so far and oh well for keeping it short and actually, everyone single reader that ever reads this. The End. WOW.
-Janette