Title: Flip Side

Author: CuriousDreamWeaver

E-mail: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are one of a kind. Maybe. Alternate worlds are meant to stay separate but not everything turns out the way they're supposed to. How much trouble can two Draco Malfoys and two Harry Potters get into? Especially when someone decides to up the ante and make things a whole lot worse for them all. Slash, het. HP/DM, HP/DM, RW/HG and more.

Warnings: There will be slash, mostly from the HP/DM department, um, violence in later chapters, and maybe a few lime scenes (very mild though).

Pairings: HP/DM, RW/HG, JP/LE, LM/NM, SB/RL/SS

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it. J. K. Rowling does and she's more the richer for it. I don't own Tekuu no Escaflowne either. I wish I owned Van and Folken Fanel though... LOL

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Flip Side

Chapter Thirteen: I love you so, so please don't let me go

Harry Potter loved him. At least, that's what he said.

Draco stared stoically at the ceiling, his lips pressed together in a tight line as he tried to ignore the weight of the other boy pressing him down into the mattress. After his declaration of love, Harry had refused to let him move.

A million thoughts raced through his head, alternating between light and dark, sweet and bitter. The screaming match that had ensued between him and Weasley had been not only loud enough to be heard in the Great Hall, but it had also confirmed just how hard a relationship with Harry would have been. If Harry's best friends couldn't accept Draco, then what hope did he have with everyone else? Harry hadn't said a word since his declaration, despite the noise going on around him, but had instead contented himself with snuggling down on top of Draco and nuzzling him lazily.

Draco himself wasn't quite sure what to make of Harry's declaration; he'd never really thought the other boy would return his feelings. But now that it was out in the open, Draco wondered if he was really better off not knowing. His thoughts spiralled downwards, becoming darker and darker as he contemplated just how much more difficult this would make everything. His feelings for Harry, something he thought, hoped, he had gotten rid of, had blazed back to life and he couldn't help the feelings that warmed him all over again. He could still hear Harry's voice whispering in his ear; feel the sensation of his breath ghosting over his skin. He clenched his teeth convulsively, and tried to block away those thoughts and feelings. He failed, of course, but he couldn't afford to let anything go. He had no desire to be thrown away when Harry realised that Draco wasn't worth losing his friends.

In the corner of the infirmary, he could hear Granger and Weasley arguing, the former hissing quietly while the latter was practically screaming bloody murder. Which, Draco supposed, might not be that far off.

Harry mumbled, shifting on top of him, and nuzzled at the hollow of his throat. Draco hissed and tried to move away, but the brunette's arm tightened possessively.

"Don't go, Draco," Harry murmured.

Oh God, this is not happening to me. Please, let me wake up and let this all be a bad dream, Draco thought to himself as he closed his eyes tightly, his breath coming faster as he felt himself growing warmer as the other boy continued to nuzzle at him lazily.

"He's a bloody Junior Death Eater!" Draco cringed at the fury in Weasley's voice as it rang out. "He'll kill Harry, not help him!"

"Ron, you don't know that," Hermione chided him quietly, though there was doubt in her voice. Draco was surprised to hear her defending him but was distracted by Harry's continued nuzzling.

"I don't think you're a Death Eater," Harry said softly.

Draco jerked in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"I don't think you're a Death Eater," Harry repeated. He lifted his head and looked up into Draco's eyes.

Draco's mouth opened slightly at the deep sincerity in Harry's voice and eyes and looked away, ashamed. He hadn't done anything to warrant such trust. "You don't know what you're talking about, Potter."

"Don't do that," Harry said softly, tilting Draco's face back to him. He stared down into Draco's dark grey eyes and felt his heart swell. Draco had such an unhappy expression on his face that Harry couldn't resist. He leant up, pressing lips against the other boy's. It was a soft kiss, sweet and full of love.

Draco gasped as he felt Harry kiss him, and he shut his eyes tightly, feeling his chest tighten as Harry conveyed so much through his touch. He felt himself start to weaken and he shoved at Harry's shoulders, catching the other boy by surprise. He rolled off the bed, stumbling as his foot caught on the sheets.

"No, wait, Draco!" Harry cried as he grabbed at the other boy's wrist.

Draco tugged hard, his eyes darting around for an escape route. "Let me go!"

By this time, they had caught the attention of the other people in the room, even Dee had raised her head from J.P.'s chest and was watching with narrowed eyes.

"Stop running away from me!" Harry yelled in frustration. He pulled the other boy back towards him, wrapping his arms tightly around Draco's waist.

"Let go, damn you!" Draco yelled again, a hint of desperation colouring his voice as he squirmed. From the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley watching them, their eyes wide and mouths open, though, Granger closed hers quickly and began speaking to her boyfriend quickly and urgently.

"Not until you tell me why you keep running away."

"Because you'll leave me!" Draco cried out, his eyes filling with tears. He twisted his body sharply out of Harry's arms and darted out of range, stumbling from the room clumsily.

"Potter."

Harry cringed as he heard Dee speak, her voice cold and angry. "I didn't mean to scare him," he replied weakly.

"I told you," Dee hissed, her eyes flashing. "I told you not to pressure him. But you didn't listen!" She sat up, ignoring J.P.'s hand on her shoulder. "I don't know if you realise just how hard you make things for him."

"I just don't understand why he keeps running away," Harry replied defensively.

"That's just it! You don't understand anything!" Dee snapped.

"Now just wait a minute," Ron said, coming to Harry's defence. "He's a bloody git! For all we know, he could just be waiting for the right moment to send Harry to You-Know-Who!"

Dee sneered at the redhead. "You're a fool, Weasley."

Ron sputtered unintelligibly in reply.

Unnoticed, Hermione quietly slipped from the room.

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Draco had a fleeting sense of deja vu as he stumbled down the corridors near the dungeons. It made him give a bitter smile as he thought about how similar both situations were. With a half-hearted sneer, he pushed away thoughts of Harry and straightened, running a shaking hand through his hair.

"Stupid," he hissed to himself as he watched his hands continue to shake. He held one up near his face and watched as the shaking slowly subsided, his long fingers no longer twitching. When he was satisfied they weren't shaking noticeably, he started to walk back down to the dungeons.

"Malfoy!"

Draco stiffened, his blood running cold at one of the last voices he wanted to hear, especially at a time like this. He clenched his jaw and strode away from her, his long legs moving him quickly away. Or at least, he thought they were. He heard the slap of her shoes against the cold stone closing in on him.

Hermione ignored his blazing eyes as she spun him around. "Malfoy!"

"Get your fucking hands off me, Mudblood!"

Draco's head snapped to the side from the force of Hermione's slap and he stumbled back in surprise.

"Don't you dare say that again, Malfoy," Hermione hissed, her usually warm brown eyes narrowed angrily.

Draco was dismayed to realise she was almost as tall as he was as she fisted her hands in his robes and jerked him down an inch or two. "What do you-"

"Oh no, you're going to listen to me, Malfoy, and you're going to listen well," Hermione wasn't one for intimidation to make people listen to her, but she reasoned that with Malfoy, she really didn't have much of a choice.

"Now wait-"

She shook him, and in his rather fragile state, he stumbled again. "No, you listen to me. I mean it."

Draco stared down at her in a mixture of anger, doubt and, he would never admit it, quiet admiration. She was probably one of the few people who would manhandle him without fearing the consequences. He pulled back but grit his teeth when she jerked him back towards her. "What. Do. You. Want?" His quiet hiss sounded even more sibilant in the silence that followed.

Hermione searched his eyes with a grim expression. She had never seen Malfoy so shaken and she knew, just knew, that Harry was the reason for it. As much as it hurt her to think that Harry had fallen for someone who had been so cruel to her, to them, there was nothing she could do about it. She loved Harry and she wanted him to be happy, he deserved to be happy. For that she could be civil to the one he loved. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

She took a deep breath. "I know you love Harry, Malfoy."

Draco's eyes widened and he jerked back, shoving at her in an almost desperate fashion. "No, I don't!"

Hermione held onto him and pulled him back. "Yes, you do," she replied firmly. "And Harry loves you too."

Draco stilled for a moment and she pushed on. "He loves you and as much as I wished that it wasn't you he loved, I want him to be happy. I want him to smile with real happiness in his eyes, not just something to make people think everything's okay."

"That's all well and good, Granger, but I don't love him," Draco snapped back, but even to him, his voice sounded weak.

Hermione shook her head. "No, stop lying. Anyone can see it. Even when you fight, there's always been a spark between you. I never noticed it before; I always subconsciously pushed the thought away, I made myself think it was hatred. But now that I've heard it from Harry, I can't keep thinking like that." She sighed deeply. "It's hard for me to say this to you because of everything you've done to me, but... But I can see that it's not easy for you either."

Draco looked away, his expression blank. "You see too much into nothing, Granger."

"No, I see enough and more than I want to. You love Harry, but you're afraid."

"I'm not afraid," Draco hissed.

"You are! Don't deny it! You're afraid of what everyone will think, of what they'll say." She paused. "But most of all, you're afraid that Harry will leave you because of us."

"Are you saying he won't?" Draco asked coldly. He wrapped his hands around hers and squeezed.

"Ow!" Hermione winced as he tightened his grip until she was forced to let go. "What was that for?"

"I don't like being touched," Draco snapped as he moved out of arms reach. "And what right do you have to lecture me on my feelings? You mean nothing to me, your opinion is worth less than the dirt under my feet."

"You can't hide behind that sneer all the time, Malfoy," Hermione replied quietly, nursing her hands. "There will come a time when you have to be honest to yourself and realise that love isn't a feeling you can run from. It'll catch up with you and when it does, there will be nothing you can do."

"I don't need a lecture from you." Draco turned away. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"This isn't just about you!" Hermione cried. "Harry loves you!"

"He doesn't love me!" Draco roared as he turned back around. His eyes glimmered with unshed tears that he fought back. "He's in love with the idea of saving me, of saving my soul from eternal damnation. He could never love me, truly love me, for who I am."

"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked quietly, curiously. "He'd never tell anyone he loved them unless he meant it. To Harry, those words are sacred."

Draco sneered. "He's in love with the idea of loving me. How could he possibly love me? He doesn't know me. You can't love someone you don't know."

"He sees something in you," whatever that is, "and he loves it," Hermione said softly.

"He's just deluding himself," Draco scoffed. "He's into the whole hero complex thing. Once I've been 'saved'", Draco sneered as he made the quotation marks with his hands. "He'll have no more use for me and throw me away. He'll be congratulated for saving me from the Dark while I watch him walk away from me."

"Harry wouldn't do that," Hermione insisted. "He loves you Malfoy, really loves you. Don't throw this away because you're afraid of what people will say."

"What do you know of what they'll say?" Draco demanded. "What do you think they'll do?" He stepped closer to her, using the little height he had over her. His eyes snapped with fire, and Hermione wondered if, for a fleeting moment, whether or not she could burst into flames under that stare. He continued when she remained silent. "Can you imagine Harry being rejected by his peers because of who he claims to love? You Gryffindorks love him too much to fully push him away. In time, he'll be forgiven. But me, what do you think my peers, my Housemates will do?"

"I-"

Draco cut her off viciously. "My House is known for it's vindictive personalities, for its social hierarchy, but most of all, for it's hunger to watch another fall. If I ever said I had feelings for the Boy Who Lived, and I'm not saying I do, I would not only be cast out of my House, my reputation would be destroyed and those who have wanted to see my ruined will be only too glad to rip me apart. But that's not all I have to worry about. No, I have a father who's the right hand to the Dark Lord, a mother who's devoted to him second only to her demented sister, and above all else, I would have to compete with people Harry has always and will always love. What could I possibly gain from this?"

By now, Draco had backed her against the wall, his hair waving in the air as his power manifested itself. Hermione shrank away from him, both in realisation and understanding of his fears. She hadn't realised just how much he had to lose.

"Malfoy...," she trailed off, raising her hand but dropped it when he flinched away from her.

"Don't speak to me, Granger. Don't ever come near me again." With that, Draco turned on his heel and disappeared into the shadows down the hall.

Hermione brought a hand to her mouth and muffled a sob. She had never heard someone speak in a voice filled with so much pain.

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Harry rubbed a hand against his temple wearily.

"If you can't come up with an intelligent sentence, I suggest you don't speak at all," Dee said bitingly as Ron ranted and railed about Draco's numerous faults.

"How dare you! I can't believe J.P. likes you! You're nothing but a-"

"Watch your mouth, Ron." J.P. snapped from his position next to Harry. He'd moved off the bed and had sat down on the chair next to Harry's bed when the argument between Ron and Dee had escalated. He recognised Dee's desire to defend her friend and felt that Ron really needed to get some things sorted out.

"You know, you should have told them earlier," J.P. commented as he watched Ron's face go redder than his hair as Dee cut him down again, her voice quiet against his roars.

"I never thought the time was right," Harry replied tiredly.

"Perhaps," J.P. conceded, "but there are some things that should be done sooner rather than later." J.P. shrugged nonchalantly. "Then again, it's a bit of a moot point now, isn't it?"

Harry nodded and rubbed his neck. "You're right though, I should have said something before now. I had hoped that... I thought that..." Harry trailed off helplessly.

"Tell me, Harry, I'm just curious," J.P. said as he leant back in the chair. "Why do you love him?"

Harry stilled and looked at his hands. How could he explain it? "Have you ever looked at someone and seen something in them? You know, like a light behind their eyes?" Harry saw J.P. nod from the corner of his eye and continued. "I don't know when it started, I've heard you never do, but when we were fighting, I saw something behind his sneer. It was beautiful." Harry took a shaking breath. "Behind the ice I saw a fire, one that burned so brightly that I swear it blinded me in that moment."

Harry gave a small laugh and smiled softly. "He's always hiding behind that sneer of his, but for that moment, that single moment, I saw something that I wanted to hold, cherish, for the rest of my life. I watched him for days, waiting for that light, but I never saw it again." Harry's lips twitched. "At least, not until we were fighting again. But, oh, I saw it again and it set my blood on fire." Harry's face turned red and he brushed his hair out of his face in embarrassment.

"Nothing to worry about, same thing happened to me. Except it wasn't during a fight." J.P. laughed and patted him on the knee. "Now keep going."

"I kept watching him and I started to see things I never noticed before. The way he'd help Crabbe and Goyle with their homework in the library when he thought no one was looking, or how he'd go out of his way to find them something good for their birthdays or Christmas. Or how he and Blaise would fool around sometimes. The younger years look up to him, and he'd always, ever so subtly, make sure that they knew where they were meant to be and what they were meant to do. He can be so good when he wants to be, when he thinks no one sees." Harry smiled softly, remembering the soft smile that had graced Draco's face when he had given Goyle something that had made the large boy beam with happiness on his birthday.

"He's so afraid of everyone. Not consciously though, but rather, he's afraid that someone will hurt him. He's not too worried about Crabbe and Goyle, their loyalty is solely to him, but the others around him, he's not too sure. And I don't blame him."

"You want to save him?"

Harry shook his head adamantly. "No, this goes beyond that. I want to protect him; I want to show him that you can trust someone. I want to-to love him. I want him to love me. I want him to know how it feels to rely on other people because they're your friends and they won't hurt you." Harry breathed deeply. "But most of all, I want him to be free."

"Free?"

"Yeah, free. He's caged, he's being held captive by something that only he can break free from. If he can break free of that, it would be so beautiful. To see him smile freely, laugh..." Harry gave J.P. a sad smile. "Don't I sound so sappy?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, Harry," J.P. said softly. "You just said what you felt, no one can make fun of that."

"How do you feel about Dee?"

"To me, Dee has always been the light in my life. I have always known that she would be mine and I would be hers and no one could ever change that." He smiled as he watched Dee calmly murmur something that made Ron gape at her. "Even when we were children, a smile from her, a kiss on the cheek, could chase away the monsters in the night or the pain from a fall. Her soul has so much warmth in it, so much light." He turned to Harry. "She might seem cold, but inside, just below the surface, there's so much warmth. Have you ever heard the phrase, 'ice so cold it burns'?"

Harry shook his head.

"No? Well, that's what she is. She might look cold, sound cold, feel cold... But if you're lucky enough to get past that, the passion that simmers just under her skin could burn you to ashes and you'd never even care."

"I see," Harry murmured.

"She's like your Draco on that account. Both of them don't usually indulge themselves in public displays of affection, but if they love you, you will know. They're the type that will love only a few times in their lives. Once? Twice? But when they love, they will love with everything they have, with everything they can give. Their love is intense and unwavering, faithful and never ending."

Harry swallowed. "That's..."

"Just remember Harry, don't break Draco's trust. If he's anything like Dee, he will never, ever forgive you. Sure, Dee will forget, but you'll never be able to get back the level of trust you once had with her," J.P. warned him. "Do not push Draco more than he is willing to go." He gave him a sheepish smile. "I may have been a bit to quick to tell you to go for it, but I wasn't kidding. Chase him, make him feel wanted and loved." J.P. winked, easing the serious mood. "He's sure to make the catch infinitely more fun and satisfying than the hunt."

"Harry?"

They both turned at the soft voice and saw Hermione looking at them.

"What's wrong, Mione?" Harry asked as he noticed her pink rimmed eyes.

"I just want you to know, whatever happens, if you want Malfoy, I won't turn my back on you," Hermione said softly. "I-I don't know if I can ever forgive him, but I'm willing to accept him."

"Mione..." Harry whispered. "I don't know what to say."

She gave him a tremulous smile. "Just don't screw things up."

Harry hopped off the bed and swept her into a tight hug, burying his face against her hair. "Thank you," he whispered thickly.

"I know he loves you, Harry." She hugged him back fiercely. "I'll take care of Ron."

"I'm going to go find Draco." Dee announced as she finished delivering yet another sharp verbal bite towards Ron. She gave J.P. a small nod as she swung her legs off the bed and strode out the infirmary. No one would ever have been able to tell she was a sobbing wreck a little over an hour ago from her proud air.

"Wha...?" Ron asked with a blink, not quite sure to make of her exit.

"Ron, we need to have a little talk," Harry said after taking a deep breath.

Ron stiffened and turned to face him. "No, no, we're not going to discuss this. There's nothing to discuss!"

"Ron, listen," Harry insisted. "You can't just blank this all out just because you don't like it."

"Harry, you just collapsed, I don't think anything you say can be taken that seriously," Ron replied stubbornly.

"Ron, stop it," Hermione said. "You know as well as I do, that Harry would never, ever say something like that if he didn't mean it."

"Harry wasn't exactly feeling his best at that moment," Ron repeated. He shook his head decisively. "No, Harry can't be in love with Malfoy."

"Why not?" Harry asked quietly. "Why can't I love him?"

"Because he's a git! He's a bloody bastard! All that ever comes out of his mouth is filth!"

"Maybe because that's all he's ever had the chance to do!" Hermione snapped. "Think about it, Ron. Malfoy's the Prince of Slytherin, all the others in his House look up to him, idolise him, but at the same time, they're waiting for him to slip up so they can destroy him. He lives in constant fear that someone will stab him in the back and he's never sure about who he can trust." Hermione paused. "All I'm saying, Ron, is that Malfoy doesn't know how to do anything but attack before others can attack him. It's his own type of defensive mechanism."

"What are you going on about?" asked Ron, completely bewildered at Hermione's defence. "How can you defend him?"

"Malfoy might be a complete and utter bastard, Ron, but he's never had any other example to follow. And if he did show any sign of weakness, he'd be ripped to pieces." Hermione's voice was sad. "He's never known what it's like to feel safe."

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Dee tilted her head to the side as she regarded the huge portrait that guarded Draco's rooms. She hadn't had to deal with it before as Draco had always gone in before her and had opened it. She frowned slightly. She knew that it didn't require a verbal password, if it had, she would have heard Draco say it before. She looked behind her and stared pensively out past the translucent shadow that was used to guard the small hallway in front of the portrait.

Turning back to the portrait in front of her, she sighed. "How do I get you to open?" she asked out loud, watching the huge emerald green dragon that was curled against a towering mound of gold and jewels. It regarded her silently; it's deep red eyes watching her curiously. A faint puff of smoke floated away from its flaring nostrils and she sighed again.

"How many ways can you open a portrait?" she mused to herself. "There are passwords, special levers or places on the picture..." She looked at the dragon and then at the frame. "Hm." Blinking rapidly, she decided to cheat and use her Sight. Scanning the portrait from top to bottom slowly, she finally located a tiny magical signature in the middle of the portrait, right next to the lazily flicking left ear of the dragon. Dee reached out and touched it lightly, pleased when the dragon gave her a toothy grin and swung open.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to figure out how to open it," Draco said tonelessly as he stared blankly into the fireplace in front of him.

Dee stepped into the room cautiously and regarded her male counterpart sadly. She could see the telltale redness rimming his eyes and the way they drooped tiredly. "Draco."

Draco let out a bitter chuckle, rolling his head to look at her. "Dee."

Silently, Dee made her way to him, kneeling at his feet and placing her hands on his knees and resting her cheek against her hands. "Mon frère, je t'en prie, ne sois pas bouleversé 1."

Draco looked down at her, his hand coming down to slide through her bangs. "Je ne suis pas bouleversé 2."

"Dans ce cas, qu'es-tu donc? 3?"

"Seul 4."

Dee shook her head vehemently. "No, you're not alone, Draco."

"Yes, I am."

"You're not alone, you have me," Dee insisted. She raised her head and caught his hand. "You're never alone."

"I can't trust anyone," Draco replied duly.

"You can trust me," she replied. "I'll never betray you." She let his hand go and he started combing it through her bangs again.

"You're different," he murmured. "You're my sister."

"Is this about Potter?" Dee ventured.

Draco stiffened, his fingers tightening in her hair and she winced. Draco smoothed her hair in apology. "Yes."

"I think... I think he truly does love you, Draco," Dee said softly. She caught his hand when it withdrew from her bangs. "Don't run from this, mon cher5. You have to face up to this some time."

Draco pushed her away as he got to his feet, glaring down at her. "What do you know of it? It's not going to be you who'll be ostracised!"

She tilted her head back to look at him, folding her hands on her lap. "Draco, tell me, what would be the difference from how you live now?"

He blinked at her, his mouth opening and closing quickly as he tried to think of a reply. He fell back into his chair with a tired groan and buried his face in his hands. "This wasn't meant to happen, Dee."

She moved closer to him and cupped his face in her hands. "Nothing's ever certain, Draco." She pressed her forehead against his and looked him in the eye. "Be like the water, Draco, flow over those who would block your way, and when you find you can't push them down, flow around them and wear them away until they do bow to you."

Draco gave her a tired smirk. "Is that what you do?"

"Of course," Dee replied with an answering smile. "I will have what I desire, one way or the other. All that is important is the final prize."

"And do you think the prize I seek is worth it?"

"Oh yes, Draco," Dee breathed. "Never doubt it. Love is a flame that I have no qualms embracing, no matter how much it might burn me. To love and be loved in return is indescribable."

"To love and be loved..." Draco murmured softly, his eyes becoming misty in thought. "To love and be loved."

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1 Please don't be upset, brother.

2 I'm not upset.

3 Then what are you?

4 Alone.

5 My dear

Thanks a lot to my lovely beta lucidity. She's such a great beta! huggles LOL I'd love to thank ScaryAnna for the French. I really, really appreciated it. Thanks!

Now, I'd like to thank all my wonderful reviewers! Your support is so much appreciated!

tarzoniagirl: I'm glad you like it! I'm happy that you decided to read this as your introduction to HPDM! It's an honour! I'm very flattered to think that you think it's the best you've ever read! I've always been very worried that people don't like Flip Side. Then again, I'm just paranoid I think... LOL I hope you liked the update!

Pippinspen: I'm glad you like it! I'm sorry if you were upset by the lack of a real update, but I thought it was best to put it up sooner rather than later... Hope you liked the new chapter!

Yaoi no Megami: I'm really very sorry that you didn't like the last update. I s'ppose you could read the rest of the fic without reading it. But, I must say that it will be a bit helpful to have a general gist of it later on. But hopefully you were happy with this new chapter.

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2005-03-20

Remmy Wolf: turns red at you praise It's nothing, really. Ano, to be honest, I don't really think that much of my writing skills. I didn't get a very high score for my creative writing for my major work in 12th grade so I was a little put off by it. But, I came along this idea while I was stewing in the swelting heat of the Philippines just before I posted this. Actually, I was really unsure as to whether or not I was going to end up posting this fic. I was going to scrap it originally, cuz I thought no one would read it. I'm glad I didn't though; it seems to be reasonably well liked! I'm glad you liked Dee. She's actually what I wish I could be, but alas! I'm a rather unexciting, uncool person. LOL I've thought about writing a book, but I don't have the time. It takes long enough to update this and I don't think I'd be able to study and write at the same time. I was thinking of doing something after I graduate which is still a fair while yet if I get into Honours year and PhD after that, I'm only a sophomore as it is and I still have another year of my actual course to go before I can consider the Honours and PhD. I'm very happy you think I'm good enough to be published, it's very uplifting and boosting for me! huggles Thanks so much! I really hope you enjoyed this new chapter.

Kilikapele: It's good to hear you liked the explination! I was quite apprehensive as to whether or not to release it but I figured it would be better to be sooner rather than later. I think the term pickle really suits Draco. Dunno why though... LOL Hope you liked the update!

Irritated Reader:cringes and dodges all the fruit and vegetables Ano, gomen! I'm really sorry you didn't like the explination! Demo, it'll be useful later! I hope you liked the update! claps her hands together in prayer LOL

Squifi: It's great that you liked the explanation. I've been getting... mixed responses, as you may have noticed if you've gone over my other reviews. LOL Draco is a sad little pickle, but things will pick up for him. He's just got to realise that there are people who care about him. LOL It didn't sound creepy until you said it did. I hope you liked the update.

Isis-mystic: The teaser was actually suggested by my beta. I had forgotten about putting one in until she mentioned it... ;; LOL Oh, don't worry, there will be much kissing to be had in the next chapter! Well, some. LOL Hope you liked the update!

thrnbrooke: I hope this chapter gave you enough to be satisfied as well as just enough to keep you waiting for more! LOL

lucidity: I tend to think about too much so I thought it would be best to write it down before my mind came up with more bizarreness. LOL I thought you'd like the teaser! Ah, not to worry, Vampires are in the next chapter. That's what DADA's for, ne? LOL

Mon2: I'm sure J.K.R. has her own world in her head. I think it just sounded better here cuz I actually wrote it out for you to read... LOL But, I have to be grateful to her for having written HP for me to be able to tinker around with it, ne? LOL I really hope you enjoyed this update!

Heart and Soul: winks It wouldn't be fun to write if I didn't leave my readers hanging! LOL I hope you liked the new chapter!

Okay, now, I'd like to apologise for what I'm going to say next. No, I'm not going to stop the story or put it on hiatus or anything like that, but it has something to do with my replies to your reviews. See, it has recently come to my attention that I may get into trouble for replying to your reviews in this fashion, so I'm sorry to say that I will not be replying to them in such fashion later on. I will be replying to them individually through e-mail for those who leave one and then just a list at the end of the chapters later on. I'm really sorry about how impersonal it seems, but I don't want FS deleted and I don't think you want it to be either.

By the way, I'm totally stoked cuz I was in a TKD competition the other week and I came first in technical breaking, second in poomse (katas/patterns) and third in Team Display. Yay! LOL I also got the Black Belt Encouragement Award. Yayness! LOL

Take care, savvy?

Until next chapter,

DW.