Disclaimer: Today is another day…in which disclaimers are cursed, hissed at, booed, and generally hated upon by the population. Thanks, disclaimers, I realize that I don't own it. By the way, I don't own the song below either, but it is awesome and ye all must see it, methinks. Um...hear it, I mean. Longest quote ever, too.


She steps out the car, facing to the sun and says
Thanks, God, for making me so beautiful
I'm not impartially, greed, but suddenly
I find this girl, has overstepped her boundries
We walk the parking lot, I said
"Don't step on my white Estanz, I
Just got them this morning"
She said "You're wound so tight
And yet I'll be at your house all night"
I said, "That's probably for a reason."
Cause when you're down I'm feeling blue,
I'll be the one hand that guides you.
And when you're so drunk you can't stand
You can crash at my place, my mom, will understand.

-Pop Love- LOONSDALE (They're a band, it's a song.)


LG FUAD (it's a song...find out what it means and get a cookie)

issalee


Hogwarts had gone awry.

Sometime during the late night and early morning of their first day back, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had disappeared. This might not have been such a big thing, had not several other students been missing. Every time one of the missing pupils' names were mentioned, whispers accompanied them. No professor made to quell the rumors, although neither of them answered any questions voiced, although Dumbledore disappeared for almost two days, as did Snape and McGonagall.


"Blaise Zabini…" "Malfoy's best friend…"

"Known each other since they were in diapers…"

"Sneaky kind of guy, quiet too…"


"Carina Zabini…"

"Older Zabini's younger sister…"

"Drop dead gorgeous, although she'd probably kill any guy who comes near her…"

"Crazy, too. Too many beauty potions gone to her head…"


"Carleigh and Chloris Ernestine…"

"Twins? Like the Weasleys?"

"Nah, big difference. The Weasleys were awesome. These two are dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

"They'll get you when you turn around…"


"Theodore Nott…"

"Big fellow, sort of chunky…"

"Chaser for Slytherin…short fuse…"

"Wasn't very nice to Harry…"

"…Kidding! Wanted to kill him!"


"Pansy Parkinson…"

"Clingy sort of girl…"

"…Slut?"

"No, just…clingy…"

"Evil, made me shudder…"

"Put a sticking charm in my sister's hair!"

"Ginny Weasley…"

"Nice girl…"

"Didn't Harry date her?"

"No…friends…Malfoy?"

"A Weasley? No!"

Hermione and Ron skillfully danced around the accusations, biting their lips in private and keeping up the pretense of hiding something in the public eye. They couldn't afford to panic, especially if this ended up being something they didn't have to worry about. But Ron had trouble calming down when he realized his only sister was missing also, and he went about the day with a glassy-eyed look about him. Even Snape didn't say a word, although by the way he would open his mouth, shut it, and then open it again to make some sort of angry comment, Hermione guessed he knew something.

It had only been a week.

On the eight day of the infernal silence about anyone's whereabouts, during lunch in the Great Hall, Ginny Weasley appeared, striding calmly and purposefully into the hall, ignoring the quiet that fell in her entrance. She walked to the Gryffindor table, where Ron seemed to be on the verge of tears and beckoned to him and Hermione.

"Come with me."

And she turned around and left again. Ron stared, but Hermione snatched his hand and all but ran out of the room, neither of them noticing the fact that Dumbledore was watching them with new frown marks evident on his forehead.

Ginny stopped only to hug Ron briefly and assure him that everything was ok before she started down the hallway.

"Where—" Ron started, but Hermione waved a hand to silence him. He got the hint and they followed the younger redheaded girl all the way across the school, and down into the dungeons. Ron started to shiver inwardly as he realized she was heading for the Slytherin dungeons, the way he remembered from their Polyjuice expedition in second year. That had been the same year Ginny had been taken…

As Ron looked at his sister now, wondering what horrors she might have been through for the umpteenth time, he swore a silent vow to protect her, the same thing he'd vowed billions of times each day.

But that was how much he loved her.

Ginny veered down a side corridor just before they came to the Slytherin dungeons, though. She walked to a blank section of wall, and rapped on it six times in quick succession. Ron and Hermione blinked as the wall slid back, but they followed Ginny as she stepped through the entrance.

Inside, they found what looked like a common room, except that on where there should have been a long armchair, there was instead a bed. Lying on it, looking decidedly pale but sitting up was Harry.

Hermione put a hand to her mouth before running to him, almost bowling him over as she attempted to hug him. Ron followed suit, adapting his hug into a handshake at the last second. Harry received the signs of affection looking slightly dejected but happy all the same to see them.

Hermione was crying as she sat down in the chair next to him. "Harry, where have you been? What happened? Where are the Slytherins and Malfoy?"

At the last name, Harry's fist clenched and his knuckles became white. "Don't talk to me about that—that—" he made as if to make some sort of rude gesture, but the words he spat out were cut short as a door no one had noticed before opened and a very haggard-looking Blaise Zabini came stumbling out.

"I can't believe this," he said, yawning as he rubbed at sleep-weary eyes. "A whole week and he hasn't tried to catch even a wink of sleep! He's broken near everything in the room." He stopped as he noticed the new arrivals; giving them a small smile, which they didn't return, save for Ginny.

"Can I talk to him now?" She asked, casting a guilty glance at Harry. "Professor Dumbledore said I could when you said he had calmed down. I want to see how he's doing."

"He'll probably get you too." Harry muttered bitterly. Ginny didn't do anything but she cast him a sad glance, turning back just as Blaise nodded his head.

"The others are catching up on some sleep in the door inside. Knock thrice to get them out, if anything. I'll—" here he gulped, paling visibly and suddenly looking ten years older as he flopped (although Slytherins didn't, but Blaise was just different) into the chair across from the fire. "I'll explain."

Ginny didn't give the four a backwards glance as she entered the room.

Draco was staring at the wall, pensive as ever, with a single unbroken mirror lying next to him. He didn't look up as the redhead came in, instead choosing to let himself be swept away in a current of emotions, most of them grief and sorrow.

"Draco?" Ginny said, moving towards the bed to sit next to him. Dumbledore had managed to find the one secret room with a common room and two dorms, one of which was occupied by Draco only. "Are you ok?"

"No." The blonde said, his voice hoarse from under use. "Please, please, just kill me now." The pain was evident in his voice, and Ginny winced.

"I can't do that," she answered quietly. She wondered why he hadn't just unfurled his wings and showed them to her, but he couldn't exactly control them, could he? She was startled from her thoughts when something crashed against the wall.

Draco had thrown the mirror, and she abruptly became aware of the wreckage that was surrounding them; books, chairs, even the odd china. Ginny stumbled backwards, grasping for a doorknob as the blonde in front of her fell to his knees.

"Why?" He screamed. "Why did it have to be me that got it? Please, please, just kill me!"

"No," Ginny whispered, fumbling as she found a doorknob, not caring which one it was. She slumped against the wall, trying desperately to block out the image of this previous mountain of fortitude, now reduced to a wailing teenager. "No!" she said again, more confidently.

It was not the answer Draco wanted.

"I WANT TO DIE!" He shrieked, and collapsed on the ground, in a sobbing, heaving pile. His eyes were glassy as Ginny crawled over to him, careful to avoid the rubble around her.

"When was the last time you ate?" She whispered to him.

She didn't expect him to answer, so when he did she was shocked, and even more so by his answer.

"The last time I ate was when I drank his blood." He covered his ears with his hands, curling up into a ball and whimpering piteously. Ginny almost cried herself, but held onto her last shred of sanity and shook her head.

"That wasn't your fault. Dumbledore has an answer. He says Harry won't become a Vampire, you don't have to worry. In fact, it's better than ever. Please, he's going to tell us more later on tonight. Are you listening?"

Draco didn't say anything. His chest was heaving, and he seemed to be trying desperately not to open his eyes. "Leave?" he asked finally, sounding every inch the five year old he was not.

Ginny opened her mouth, shut it, and then spoke. "Yes, I will. But you have to leave to, Draco. Trust me, Harry may bear a grudge against you for a while, but he won't hate you."

"Harry…" the murmured answer came, followed by a deep sigh and another fresh trail of tears. "Harry…"

Ginny picked herself up, brushed off her clothes and glanced at the clock well out of the way of Draco's reach, high on the wall. "Dumbledore's coming at seven, in case you want to come."

She hesitated only for a moment before striding to the door she had entered through, opening it and shutting it with a sudden finality that clenched her heart in a sort of icy fear. She slid against the wall, noticing for the first time that all the eyes in the other room were on her.

"What?" she asked irritably.

"Zabini's just—" Ron struggled to find a way to express himself, and Ginny noted that he was trembling. "Zabini just told us about M—Malfoy." Hermione nodded, dry-eyed and looking slightly awed by it all. Blaise was sitting in the chair he had been before, a frown on his face.

Ginny glanced to Harry, and found him white-faced and looking down at his hands. Blaise noticed the way she was looking and nodded. "I told them about everything, Gin."

"Oh."

The word was deafening in the otherwise silent room, until Ginny righted herself, taking the initiative again.

"We should all eat. Harry?"

He didn't answer, and she decided to pretend she had never asked him. "I'll go ask Dobby. Blaise, come with me?"

"But we can just—" he began, but stopped at the look on her face, understanding dawning quickly. "Um, Gr—Hermione, Ronald, why don't you come with?"

This time Ron was the first to get it, and gave Hermione a significant glance as he stood, and then looked at Harry, who was clenching his fists once more. The four silently trailed out of the room, with Ron stopping for a moment to look back at his best friend.

"You know you have a choice, Harry."

Not an answer came his way, and he frowned lightly as he walked out, the section of wall closing behind him as he joined Hermione.

Ginny was ahead of them, head bent next to Blaise's as her eyes glowered. "You told them about Draco being an Urian!"

"Yes," he whispered back. "I also told them about Draco being bitten, but understand, I left out most of the part about mating. All I said was that we had a suspicion, and that Harry's being bitten was just a sort of—test, to see if he was Draco's mate."

"You're a terrible liar, Blaise."

"I know," the Slytherin replied, looking thoroughly disgruntled. "But I tried, and even though it was obvious they didn't believe me, I'm hoping that the Headmaster will be able to sort everything out. I know being an Urian was Draco's to tell, but it would have ended badly for all of us if I didn't. Potter deserved an explanation."

Ginny sighed, eyes becoming distant as she stared. "When Madame Pomfrey woke me up in the middle of the night, I thought it was Ron that had been hurt."

Blaise smiled ruefully. "Yeah, and then to come down to find Draco crouched in a chair like a sick kid, with blood smeared on his mouth, and then Potter lying on a bed in the Hospital Wing looking deathly ill? I'm surprised you bore it so well."

Ginny looked amused. "I retched in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom before coming back. How is that well?"

"Pansy fainted."

"Ah."

They continued like that, in fine silence, with the redheaded girl glancing back every few moments to check that her brother and friend were still there.

"Luna will be devastated."

The comment made Ginny's head turn sharply from her observation of several inanimate paintings. "What?"

"Lovegood." Blaise said, eyes still in front of him. "She'll be devastated. She really likes Draco, thinks that he has much more potential than any of us. When we—er—got a bit out of control with certain pranks and arguments, Draco always went to her. Quite funny, actually."

"Not a lot of stuff is funny these days," Ginny said carefully. "But I suppose so. Will she be visiting him? I know she'll be worried."

"I don't know." Blaise replied, finally looking at her. Ginny started as she realized how much strain this was on him; he looked tired, even more so than the others. Than again, she realized, he had never taken a break when they had either. "She'll probably want to, but she won't be allowed to. Luna's smart. She'll figure something out."

"Yeah." Ginny said, still looking distracted. "She will."

There was no more conversation after that; everything that could have been said, had been.


Harry lay on his side, eyes wide open and boring a hole in the wood of the door that led to the room Draco was held in. He'd been like that since the others had left for food; some four hours ago, and pretended to be asleep when the other Slytherins filed out of the room and outside, probably to get some food.

He remembered when he'd woken up, only last night, after having potions being systematically pumped into him the whole time. Dumbledore had assured him answers, answers which he wanted desperately.

There was a springing noise from the otherwise silent room behind the silent door, and Harry blinked.

Malfoy's on his bed.

Thus was his night spent, listening to the noises, wondering, pondering what lay behind that door. Was it a monster, or just that same boy who had teased him for years on end?

Malfoy's…

Malfoy…

Malfoy…

Be he man, or be he beast?

And then, at a quarter to seven, the door creaked open. Harry automatically sat up, eyes flashing as the blond-haired Slytherin strode out of the room. He was dressed normally, with his silvery hair pulled back loosely, a few strands falling into his eyes.

Harry stared dumbly, trying his best to comprehend what it was that had made Malfoy change so much, and said the first thing that came to mind.

"You have an earring."

The red ruby was glinting from his ear, true, but Draco looked slightly surprised at the statement. Harry suddenly remembered whom he was dealing with and closed his eyes briefly before letting his anger consume him.

"What do you want?"

Draco winced, and Harry felt a twinge of guilt before shrugging it off. Draco eyed him uneasily for a moment, before brushing the strands of hair from his eyes. The blonde almost smiled; Harry had absolutely no idea of the pain that was The Sensing in his chest, beating away erratically and with no sign of stopping. Feeling a bit nervous, he took the first step in his plan.

He made direct eye contact with Harry.

There was a brief moment in which both of them felt as though they were floating, elated and euphoric. But it passed quickly as Draco tore his eyes away, blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall; he'd cried enough today. A loud ripping noise averted his attention to the fact that his wings had spread, glorious, by his side. They were a brilliant, dark jade green, and the tips fluttered lightly.

Harry stared for a moment, mesmerized. "My favorite color," he whispered absentmindedly, never once noticing the pain flashing across Draco's eyes. The Slytherin forced his wings down as he looked down to the ground.

"I'm sorry," he murmured quietly.

"You should be." Harry replied harshly, forgetting the wings for a moment. "What's wrong with you, Malfoy? You let a bunch of fights for a few years get to your head and you decided to just kill me? What, for the hell of it?"

"No." Draco said, resolutely keeping his eyes on the ground. "It was nothing like that." A clap of thunder startled them both, and Draco hunched his shoulders together. "You won't be bothered by me anymore, don't worry."

Harry mulled over the last statement for the merest of seconds before shrugging. "Fine by me."

Draco gaped; he already though Harry was taking this coolly enough, but to distinctly not care when wings appeared from behind his rival's back and to refuse an actual, heartfelt apology?

Without another word, Draco made for the window on the other side of the room. He lifted the heavy, rusting latch and pushed the glass open. Outside, the wind roared and rain fell heavily, masking the sky with a gray depression of storm clouds.

"You're leaving? In that?" Harry said, surprise evident in his voice as Draco swung both of his legs out of the windowsill.

The Slytherin said nothing at first, watching the storm rage with impassive eyes. He finally turned back to Harry and said, nonchalantly, "I think I could have helped you be happy."

"What?" The green-eyed boy asked, confused.

Draco shrugged. "Forget it. I'm off to find my perfect little world. Adieu, Harry." And he jumped out of the window, falling for a moment before his wings lifted, allowing him to glide with the help from the wind so that he landed safely on all fours. Harry scrambled out of bed, reaching the window just in time to see Draco stand, brush himself off and strike off for the other side of the castle, already soaked to the bone.

Harry wrapped his arms around himself, shivering with some unknown foreboding just as the door opened and Dumbledore swept in, followed by an irate looking Snape and the Slytherins, as well as Ron, Ginny and Hermione.

"Ah, good to see you're awake, Harry." Dumbledore said, smiling gently. Snape looked slightly put off, as though he had expected Harry to be dead by now. The others though, simply gave him tired looks as they found chairs or spirited them in, with the teachers remaining upright.

"My dear boy, I expect you would like answers right away?" Dumbledore asked. "But it seems Mr. Zabini has informed you of much already. How much do you know? Ah, and do shut the window, please. It's a bit chilly in here as it is."

Feeling a bit unnerved, Harry did so, then sat back down on the edge of his bed. "Er, Za—Blaise told me that Malfoy was an Urian, although I'm not entirely sure as to what that is. He told me that during the Vampire attack on Diagon Alley, Malfoy had been bitten, but his Urian blood got rid of almost everything, and that he bit me last night only because he was hungry and searching for his mate."

Dumbledore nodded, eyes suddenly gone cold. "Is that so? And where is Mr. Malfoy now?"

"In his room, Headmaster." Ginny said, pointing to the door. "I told him you were coming when I went in, but I don't think he would have been able to."

"Yes," Dumbledore said softly. "I'd expect so. Harry?"

Startled, the Gryffindor turned. "Yeah?"

"It is yes, Potter. Is your grammar so atrocious?" Snape put in snidely, but Dumbledore silenced him with a wave of his hand. The old man looked over his spectacles, considering Harry carefully.

"Is Mr. Malfoy in his room, Harry?"

The raven-haired boy seemed uncomfortable as he answered. "Um…no. He came out and—said a few things, but then he just left."

Harry suddenly found himself being pressed against the wall as Blaise grabbed him round the neck, hissing under his breath. "What did you do to him!"

"Mr. Zabini!" Snape all but yelled. "Much as I don't like Potter, that doesn't give you the right to put him in a chokehold."

"If I had my wand right now," Blaise whispered, ignoring Snape, "You'd have already been Avada-d round the block and again if anything, anything, has happened to Draco."

Harry suddenly got a glimpse of why Blaise had been put in Slytherin; there was the cunning Salazar had prized, as well as the clear malevolence always so carefully hidden, before Ginny was suddenly next to them, prodding Blaise in his shoulder.

"Leave him alone, Blaise. Remember what you said? We owe Harry an explanation, and we can't very well give it to him if he's dead. However, he will tell us about Draco's whereabouts, else it'll be me holding him up."

Still growling under his breath, Blaise released Harry, who slipped down rubbing at his neck. He glanced over Blaise and noticed all the Slytherin's had similar gleams in their eyes, Snape especially, and that Hermione and Ron were clutching hands.

"Harry," Ginny said softly. "Where is he?"

Harry didn't answer. A possibility had just him very, very roughly. "Is there something going on here of which I was not informed of?" he said quietly. As several people exchanged glances, his temper flared.

"I refuse to tell anyone at all about where Malfoy went until I have answers!"

Snape had crossed the room in what seemed to be two strides, wand out. "Now you wait just a minute, Potter, you're not in any position to be making demands—"

"Severus! You cannot threaten the students!"

"—And especially any about my godson." Snape finished. "So I suggest you spill before this wand—accidentally—gets stuck in your throat."

Sadly, said wand suddenly flew back and landed across the room. Everyone turned to stare at Dumbledore, who was replacing his own wand in his sleeve, with a small, tight smile. "I'm sorry, it slipped."

He looked back up, with the same smile still gracing his face. "Harry, I see you won't answer until we give you some. So, then, who would like to begin?"

There was a lull in the room, until Pansy raised herself up shakily. "I'll do it, Headmaster. But only for Draco," she added quickly, with a glare thrown to Harry for good measure.

And then she started.


Draco stumbled to the edge of the lake; his wings were dragging behind him, sopping wet and heavy. He fell to his knees, gasping heavily and attempting to grasp at his chest, where what had never become more than heaviness in his heart, like a stone pounding against his upper body, was now several knives, stabbing over and over again… Harry…

Was his only thought, as his eyes began to cloud over. But as he looked over the lake's expanse, a solitary tentacle rose from the waters noiselessly, waving almost lazily at him, and almost at the same time a voice rang in his mind.

'Not here, not yet!'

Breathing even more raggedly, and with new determination, Draco rose up and staggered towards his only solace; the other, farther side of the lake. The one place covered by so many drooping, evil-looking trees that no students went there, and also because it was sealed off as it was in close proximity to the Forbidden Forest.

Oh, Gods, yes please.

Draco found himself running suddenly, a loping, uneven pace, clearly saying that he was in a devil take the hindmost moment and that suddenly, as he collapsed at his destination and let vent his emotions, he was very much in pain.

Dying…

Harry, please…

Dying had never felt so good…

And he closed his eyes, crying to himself. As his tears spilled out from his eyes, and he fell into a blissfully unconscious state, Draco's last thought was of the shadow-person.

He didn't dream of him, this time.


Inside Hogwarts, Harry Potter was facing the window, eyes gone slightly wide. Behind him, several pairs of eyes watched his every move anxiously.

The black-haired boy raised a hand to cover his eyes.

"He called me Harry before he left," he whispered. Someone took his hand, and he looked over to see Carina Zabini shaking her head.

"He would have called you Harry if he was coming in. Where is he, Harry?"

Shocked again, the Gryffindor could only answer. "When he walked in he—he apologized but I didn't listen, and then he looked at me—"

"Did your eyes meet?" Theodore interrupted.

"Excuse me?"

"Did your eyes meet?" Carleigh repeated for him. "You do remember what we told you, if you make eye contact it's one of the bonding stages."

A small noise escaped Harry's mouth, and the atmosphere became very tense. Suddenly very ashen, and looking as though he were going to be sick, Harry pointed out the window.

"He's—he's out there!"

And suddenly, the world felt much colder than it had before.


Hello, mein lovely pallys! I am currently dying of homework overload, and Frau Hudson has decided now is the PERFECT time to start writing my autobiography. Sorry, Frau, that after hearing this I exclaimed in the middle of class, "Who the eff is gonna read MY autobiography? I already KNOW what's happening in my life!" Needless to say, Frau did not take it well.
This whole chapter was conceived (heh, my brain-child) because I had forgotten all about in light of the annual school trip for those who are spending their last year at school, and I was talking to friends, and we had the most interesting conversation.

Me: Harry's been acting...ick, in the books, hasn't he?
Nikki-chan: Harry? (Shifts bookbag) I dunno.
Solizle (Not her real name, but a variation on it): You guys are Harry Potter freaks.
Scotty-boy: It's not such a bad book.
Kyle The Wild: I know why Harry's been acting so wierd.
Me: Really! You understand me! I would hug you, but I have a reputation to think of.
Solizle: But it's not a good one, already.
Me: (Ignoring Solizle) Go on, Kyle, explain.
Kyle The Wild: You see, Harry had a Magic Stick, and he could hit once, and he could hit twice, but it broke and he can't hit it anymore so he's gone off to spin Spellotape. In the meanwhile, new, PMS Harry has taken his place.

(Silence)
Me:
Psst, Scott, Soleil, you guys run and Nikki-chan and I will hold him down. Go!
Solizle: (Starts laughing insanely) You're so stupid! It's a book, for God's sake!

Nikki-chan: (Shifts bookbag, then throws it at Kyle) Shut up, both of you. Harry's loss of a Magic Stick is as possible as Harry and Draco getting together.

And...er, that's kind of it. That's what made me think of this. I know, crazy, but even more so is the fact that Kyle rolled down the hill we were on after the bookbag hit him.

Bonzai to: Yana5 ( You know, I was actually considering killing Harry off. It would have made me happy. Oh, damn it, my morbid sense of humor has stepped in. Sorry!) Danish Pastry 28 (Yes, I understand that it's sad that he carried him crying. I'll tell you a secret: I couldn't type such a sentimental part; that was all Nikki-chan. I did all this chapter, though, even the sad, sobby parts.) Shania Maxwell, MidnightsRose, Cheezewhizz (Guess what? I recieved a project today that's due on Monday which is 33 of my grade. And I'm gone all day Sat. And Sun.) Askura (You mean it? My fics are good? Because, personally, I hate Objective. It's getting too wacky, and I need to take more time on it, that's why I haven't updated since Napoleon invaded.(Dynamite, I mean, not Bonaparte)) siriusandharryluvrr (and ron and draco) (Oh, no big. I understand all about school, you have special permission not to review each and every chapter. But to all of you others: REVIEW, FOOLS, FEED ME! ...Sorry.) fudgebaby, acr (Dunno why Ginny had to stay with Draco. Read the bottom note and you'll see.) themaraudersaremine (By the way, I forgot to say, yes, I'm a girl. But I'm half girl, half goth, half Maria cookies. But that's just me.And luff to ya, dahling, for remembering my PQ reputation. I have indeed, seized an oppurtunity, as you will see in the note below.) Saffron (They're ish-bonded. Ish.) urufu-misora, Draeconin (...you actually KNOW what goes on in canon? JK, no, but seriously, I didn't know that. Really? Well, thank the Gods for fandom, then.) firefairy24 (It's Draco! He will not be Bottom!Draco for long! He will assert his authority somehow! AND it involves a dress...) fifespice, Abi2 (I suppose you are right, but my teachers hate me ever since I set the teacher's lounge on fire.) Hoshiko-Malfoy ('le gasp'! It is ingenious! Ah, but danke v. much!) miadragonlover, Destiny Entwinements, MagicChic82, lemonkissesxoxo, Master Elora Dannan (Ahh! You made me laugh! And seeing as I am the only one who usually makes me laugh, or v.v. funny ficlets, this is a very big accomplishment! Applaud yourself! No, seriously, necking each other? May I use that phrase?)

READ THIS, EVERYONE! (Even you, Nikki, I know you're out there.)

Hi.

Ok, so as you know, I have friends of all ages, correct-a-mundo?

Anyways. The point is, one of my friends who is younger than me (although, not by much. But she is shorter.) is having her Bat Mitzvah, and it's spanning two days. HOORAY FOR PARTIES! But the point is, due to uprising topics an such, plus the fact that it involves taking a boat and I'm planning to have a huge surprise for the...er...Bat Mitzvah Girl onboard. She's gonna have a hell of a time ignoring MY prank, seeing as it involves another friend of mine swimming around with a fake shark fin attached to their back when she's swimming in the water.

Ahem.

So, what I am trying to get to is the fact that on Sat&Sun, I won't be able to update, and I just barely managed to do so today because my parents are working and thus the Hitler-Wannabes are not home. Also, no, I don't have a fascination with Nazis and such. I found them to be a sadistic bunch of peoples, and I'm only using them here because I'm crazy like dat.

Which means updates will come in a little late (or a lot, w/e).

Make me update sooner! Review, and quench my thirst for approval!