A/N: Hello! Hope you guys are well and enjoying the week-end! Ok, got a few
things to say and first of all, from now on, the replies to review will be
at the bottom of the chapter, so people annoyed by them can jump over them
easily and directly to the review button *wink* and no, it doesn't mean I'm
gonna reduce them! Now, SORRY, this hasn't been beta-read again, I had no
time to send it to Fire'N'Ice because I really wanted to post it tonight...
Deal again with my apocalyptical way of writing.
Hmmpf... what else? Argh...nothing. Read, enjoy, review. Or just read and
review, I'll deal with your lack of enthusiasm, lol.
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chapter 22:
*Snape's pov*
I run to Molly's office but bump into her just as she turns the corner. She is on the edge of hysterics; no, cross that out, she's totally hysterical and out of breath. When she realises it's me, she grips my robes and starts to speak nonsensical sentences.
"Severus, it's- hell. You hear me? Hell! God, sorry, I should have told you, I should have trusted you, I just screwed everything. Kill Creevey, I really want to do it, stupid little bastard..."
She rambles at full speed, I feel rather dizzy and her voice rings in my ears, I can't stand it anymore so I interrupt her.
"I know everything. I met Ginny and she explained it all to me." I snap a bit and see her eyes shine with tears. Oh no, the last thing I need is a breaking down and melodramatic Molly. I bring her back to her office, make her sit down and brew some tea. What with me helping people today?
She puts her head in her hands and sighs. I lean against her desk and wait.
"So you know."
"Yes."
Merlin, we're lame at communication. I look at the woman that I'm on a truce with. I realise that I don't know her. But in fact, do I know anybody at all? I never bothered about others, they despised me and I hated them. But this is different, she is dealing with the same issues as me this time. I want to talk with her.
"Look Molly. I know that it was maybe difficult to come and tell me that Draco was cutting himself, but you should have done it, you shouldn't have hidden it from me. It hurt that you didn't trust me enough, even about my own godson."
She's surprised at my words. She's surprised because I told her that I was hurt, that I was human and worried. I don't like the way she looks at me, as if she was slowly discovering something in me or whatever.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't do that. I felt that I had to keep it secret as long as I could, I don't exactly know why." She stops and looks up at me, she's hesitating. "Narcissa used to burn herself when I met her. I was horrified, but at the same time, it didn't really matter since she was my friend. But when her family discovered, it went downhill and I didn't want you to be mad at Draco. I'm sorry."
I'm taken aback. Narcissa? I can hardly believe it, she was such a nice girl back in Hogwarts. I think about her life and I'm not so surprised anymore. I think about Draco too. When Ginny told me the truth, it didn't really surprise me, I just had to process the information. I didn't scream in horror, even mentally. I guess that deep down, I knew. I was maybe expecting it. I shake my head. This is not why I wanted to see her.
"Do you remember that cut you talked about?" She nods. "It's the cause of their mind bond."
She looks at me blankly and I sigh. Her brain doesn't take in the information.
"They have a mind bond and it happened when their blood mixed on that bloody magic blade. And this mind bond is why Ginny faints when Draco is being beaten. It's the second time, it's not a coincidence."
She starts to stutter. "But- What will happen? Can they keep it that way, will it develop? Won't Ginny be hurt? Can they read each other's mind?" God, someone make her shut up!
I shrug. "I don't know. I think it can become stronger, but I don't think they'll ever be able to be telepathic. Now, about Ginny being hurt..." I trail off, scared about what I have to tell her. "It's probable that she can get pretty bad if this bond develops."
I see Molly's bottom lip quiver. "Do they know?" It's my turn to nod silently.
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*Draco's pov*
It's Monday morning and I wander aimlessly in the halls. The week-end was tough, but I'm slowly getting used to it. Of course, Slytherin didn't exactly welcome me in the warmest way. When I stepped in the common room Saturday night, Millicent Bullstrode stood up and started to accuse me of bringing dishonour on the House. They had gathered in one group to stand against me, to throw me down and crush me under their feet.
But I stood proudly. I let them stab me and drag me in the mud without even blinking, without letting them know anything of what I'm feeling. I had awakened my army of crimson soldiers and I was well protected against their assaults. As I crossed my arms over my chest when listening to them, I felt them; the cold blood staining the sleeves of my black pullover and the burning of the fresh cuts keeping my mind alert but calm.
Ron Weasley thought that beating me a bit would make me understand how much despised I would soon be. He succeeded, of course. But he probably didn't expect that it would fortify my defence mechanisms. As long as I can run my blade in my arms, nothing can touch me.
Since Saturday, I've been methodically preparing myself to this specific morning. When I'll have to face them but won't be able to escape. When I'll be trapped in a classroom. I sit under the stairs where Ginny found me a few months ago. I don't know why I hide anymore but I guess it's like a reflex.
Today again, I resurrect my army and I march to the front. I carve both my arms, knowing that it'll be a hard battle and as I'm late, I lick the blood rolling on my skin. I wipe my arms and the blade on my cloak and run to potions. I eventually arrive five minutes early and smirk at Zabini while sliding in the seat next to him, he's the only who hasn't confronted me yet and I try my last chance. I can feel that the whole class has their eyes on me but I ignore them, the searing cuts are pushing them away, they're making their whispers fade in the background.
"So, always has to do something to gain attention, huh?" drawls my neighbour lazily.
"Zabini, let me tell you that I don't need to draw attention. I don't need a spotlight, I'm already naturally radiating." Cool, sarcasm is high this morning.
"Your aura is blinding, my dear," he retorts cynically.
"Yep, unfortunately not as much as Weasley's stupidity." I speak a little louder and Ron turns around. I smirk widely at him.
"Shut your face, you goddamn freak."
"The voices in your head won't like the way you call them you know. Such impoliteness, you should be ashamed."
Zabini snorts as the rest of the class looks at Ron to see what he's going to do. As I expected, he jumps up and pulls his sleeves down. "You want a fist in your face like Saturday?"
I stand up too and come to face him. I pull my sleeves down, revealing the dozen of cuts I made just before coming. "Why not?"
He flinches, he didn't know I would assume them and it suddenly scares him that I can be stronger than he thought. I laugh as he goes back to his seat defeated. I walk back to my own table and turn my attention to Zabini again to continue our transcendent conversation but he's vacantly staring at the front row. I follow his gaze and spot a blushing Granger, who quickly turns away when she catches me looking her way. I smirk at him. "So, fantasizing on Granger?"
A small smile plays on his lips before he can control it. "Fuck off, Malfoy." I laugh again and pull out my things. I haven't covered my arms again and the cuts are screaming victory.
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*Hannah's pov*
I'm furious. Irate, even. Since Creevey's little announcement of Saturday, I roamed in the halls and the different common rooms and the reaction of people totally drives me crazy. They don't think that there could be something else hidden behind the cutting, they ignore the fact that it's certainly not out of sick masochism that Draco does that. I'm so tired of hearing these conversations and fragments of them run constantly through my head.
"...Disgusting, really. This guy probably worships the Devil. Yeah, I'm speaking of You-Know-Who, duh! And Ginny Weasley is with him now! God, always has to tie herself to dark and dangerous people, it makes me shudder..."
"... I don't understand why Dumbledore lets him stay in school. My parents say he should be expelled and put in a padded room, where he can't be a danger to anyone."
"I agree with you, my parents want to gather as many parents as possible and make Dumbledore do something about the situation and if it doesn't work, they'll go directly to Fudge... Anyway, till it's cleared, I avoid him, he's insane."
I feel so sad when I hear those things. I know that Draco tried to save my life and got into trouble. I know it all started that night in the dungeon. I'm now "sitting" on a beam across a less frequented hall and I think about what my death brought. Hardly anything but trouble.
"Miss Abbott. How are you today?"
The voice makes me jump about a foot high in the air and for once, I'm grateful that I can't bang my head anymore but just go through the ceiling. I get back down and look at Professor Dumbledore.
"You're one discreet ghost, it's always a wonder where you are."
I shrug bitterly. "What's the point in showing off like Nearly Headless Nick or the Bloody Baron? I just mind my own business."
He sighs, takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Then you must have been busy these past days, with all this happening around young mister Malfoy."
"Why did Colin Creevey do that, Professor?"
He seems to think about my question while putting his glasses back on his nose, but from the look in his eyes, it's obvious that he's been meditating it since Saturday.
"Colin is a nice boy, you know. The normal, average boy, a bit shy but intelligent and trustworthy. But for him, people like Draco, are indeed, a danger. As intelligent, sly, good fighters through life. Colin wanted to shoot down someone like Draco because he was sick of being a simple shy boy who would have a quiet life. Saturday was his little moment of glory, he had become stronger than Draco and was happy with it."
"It's sad, to be obliged to destroy someone just to be able to feel important." I'm disgusted with Creevey. I can hardly believe that he can be so stupid, I always thought of him as a nice kid, just a tad bit annoying with his camera, but nevertheless a good person.
"Draco seems to be alright, even in such a situation. He doesn't really worry me. Parents are another issue." He shakes his head and goes to stand next to a window to watch the lake blend with the morning fog. The fragments of conversations run again in my head. They were serious; parents are already demonstrating against Draco, I feel sick.
"Don't tell anyone, Miss Abbott, but things are screwed. I'm buried under mail from angry parents who state my incapacity of reaction in front of serious matters. People keep visiting my office to claim their worry for their children, they ask me to expel him, to resolve the problem and make him enter the ranks again." His old hand quivers a bit so he puts it on the window sill and applies pressure on it. "They asked and I denied their wishes, I assume they're already in Fudge's office, and he's weak, he won't stand against them, he'll even agree with them I guess."
I'm about to ask him what can happen to Draco, but Myrtle suddenly pops out of nowhere and starts to twirl in the air. Peeves arrives and both of them start to dance a waltz, my two fellow pranksters have gone completely nuts.
"Come on Hannah, it is time! Time to pull a prank on little Creevey and big Ronnikins! Oh, good morning professor..." they add with a sheepish smile.
The twinkle in his eyes is suddenly charged with evilness and he mumbles "I heard nothing" in his beard... And leaves, whistling something vaguely resembling to "Mary Has a Little Lamb" or whatever the title is supposed to be. I smirk when I think of the predicament both the stupid Gryffindor boys will soon be in. I wonder how they're gonna deal, being obliged to bow down in front of Pansy while singing their love for her all the time... I somehow can bet they'll feel humiliated, just like her, by the way. I join Myrtle and Peeves in their victory dance, trying to forget about the parents running to the ministry.
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Ok, and now. the replies! I'm over 200 reviews, I'm so happy!
Jhaylin: Well, I like Ron, but I was really sick of having the golden team, always perfect, nice and funny. But now, I've got to agree with you on the poor Draco... *tear* I must be disturbed, hurting my favourite character that way.
Luna-is-my-name: Lol, I was rereading OotP this morning and I so definitely love Luna! She's one funny and strange character! Too late to include her in this fic, but I will in my second one, though I'll have to find her some place in my plot... *already starts to bang head*. Yep, You're not the only one to hate them. Thanks for loving my story! *twirl*
Pupulupk: OMG... both you and Elven ice angel back, the world is just strange! I was wondering what you guys were doing. But I'm glad you thought my story was worth the long catching up! I can read your story and I went to your profile, but I had no time to check your writing, stupid college. Thanks for the great talent compliment, I don't think so but I enjoy writing this and I love receiving reviews like yours!
Cherrie Berry Draco Luver: Ok, your reply will probably be the longest, so you can't complain about it taking half the chapter! He he he. By the way, they don't take half the chapter! *pout* maybe a quarter, maximum *nods vigorously* Lol, you know, I generally have to stop myself from writing Draco's pov all the time... He's the easiest one to write, to understand and I love him to death, I've got quite a problem there, lol. If it can help, I hate writing Ron's pov, I think rather low of him at the moment, it's just so terrible to write what is in his mind! It's like Lucius's povs... the worst ones, literally. Even Voldie's aren't that terrible. Draco IS the best. Just perfect... *hugs him* Thanks for reviewing, I hope you continue and I hope you don't mind my so annoying author's notes and whatnot! *innocent smirk*
Shadowed Past: Ooooh... Someone is rather curious here! He he he... Now, the big question is do I answer or not? Would spoil my story a bit I guess. Ok, yes to your second question, not answering the first one!
Ohjuotaku: Lil'Ronnie is pleased with being a sick bastard, I don't think I'm gonna pry in his life and try to make him change...*smirk*. Oh I agree, black hair is cool... but Draco is blonde, and he's cute, so well, don't mind me. I've got red hair too! We RULE, muahahahaha! And yep, we're completely nuts, but that's where's the fun! Lol, I'm a French weirdo, Europeans are weirdos. Duh, I know I make him suffer! But it's for the sake of fanfic! Sign everywhere, everybody hates Lucius! Oh, sorry to disturb you from your marvellous land of insanity for this chapter then!
Elven ice angel: Lol, happy to have you back, I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I saw that both pupulupk and you had reviewed! Honestly, do you really think Ron listens to you? I'M writing the blasted story, not you! Speaking of your story... well, hum. Waiting, here. Argh, the joy of yelling mums... *shakes head* Mine's currently yelling coz of my blasting Linkin Park. Ok, putting down the volume a bit, the neighbours already plot my death in the slowest way possible.
Goldenhorse: I stop you right now, Draco is NOT suicidal anymore! He's just an average self-injurer, if it makes any sense at all. But I've got to agree about Ron and Colin though... See, you got a few reactions in this chapter! The rest are coming in following chapters and it's gonna be quite a mess, he he he. Continue to read!
Drxd: I know you hate Ron, everybody hates him in this fic, he he he. Honestly, I think Harry is much more of a prat than Ron, at least in OotP. I so can't stand the dream team anymore, they're so shallow. Nope, no detention for Ronnikins... At least not now, coz Ginny and Draco have not given him away. But Snape will discover anyway. *evil grin*
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So, did you survive my long replies, long AN, long annoying rambling? God, let me know by reviewing or I'll feel really guilty! *innocent smirk*
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chapter 22:
*Snape's pov*
I run to Molly's office but bump into her just as she turns the corner. She is on the edge of hysterics; no, cross that out, she's totally hysterical and out of breath. When she realises it's me, she grips my robes and starts to speak nonsensical sentences.
"Severus, it's- hell. You hear me? Hell! God, sorry, I should have told you, I should have trusted you, I just screwed everything. Kill Creevey, I really want to do it, stupid little bastard..."
She rambles at full speed, I feel rather dizzy and her voice rings in my ears, I can't stand it anymore so I interrupt her.
"I know everything. I met Ginny and she explained it all to me." I snap a bit and see her eyes shine with tears. Oh no, the last thing I need is a breaking down and melodramatic Molly. I bring her back to her office, make her sit down and brew some tea. What with me helping people today?
She puts her head in her hands and sighs. I lean against her desk and wait.
"So you know."
"Yes."
Merlin, we're lame at communication. I look at the woman that I'm on a truce with. I realise that I don't know her. But in fact, do I know anybody at all? I never bothered about others, they despised me and I hated them. But this is different, she is dealing with the same issues as me this time. I want to talk with her.
"Look Molly. I know that it was maybe difficult to come and tell me that Draco was cutting himself, but you should have done it, you shouldn't have hidden it from me. It hurt that you didn't trust me enough, even about my own godson."
She's surprised at my words. She's surprised because I told her that I was hurt, that I was human and worried. I don't like the way she looks at me, as if she was slowly discovering something in me or whatever.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't do that. I felt that I had to keep it secret as long as I could, I don't exactly know why." She stops and looks up at me, she's hesitating. "Narcissa used to burn herself when I met her. I was horrified, but at the same time, it didn't really matter since she was my friend. But when her family discovered, it went downhill and I didn't want you to be mad at Draco. I'm sorry."
I'm taken aback. Narcissa? I can hardly believe it, she was such a nice girl back in Hogwarts. I think about her life and I'm not so surprised anymore. I think about Draco too. When Ginny told me the truth, it didn't really surprise me, I just had to process the information. I didn't scream in horror, even mentally. I guess that deep down, I knew. I was maybe expecting it. I shake my head. This is not why I wanted to see her.
"Do you remember that cut you talked about?" She nods. "It's the cause of their mind bond."
She looks at me blankly and I sigh. Her brain doesn't take in the information.
"They have a mind bond and it happened when their blood mixed on that bloody magic blade. And this mind bond is why Ginny faints when Draco is being beaten. It's the second time, it's not a coincidence."
She starts to stutter. "But- What will happen? Can they keep it that way, will it develop? Won't Ginny be hurt? Can they read each other's mind?" God, someone make her shut up!
I shrug. "I don't know. I think it can become stronger, but I don't think they'll ever be able to be telepathic. Now, about Ginny being hurt..." I trail off, scared about what I have to tell her. "It's probable that she can get pretty bad if this bond develops."
I see Molly's bottom lip quiver. "Do they know?" It's my turn to nod silently.
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*Draco's pov*
It's Monday morning and I wander aimlessly in the halls. The week-end was tough, but I'm slowly getting used to it. Of course, Slytherin didn't exactly welcome me in the warmest way. When I stepped in the common room Saturday night, Millicent Bullstrode stood up and started to accuse me of bringing dishonour on the House. They had gathered in one group to stand against me, to throw me down and crush me under their feet.
But I stood proudly. I let them stab me and drag me in the mud without even blinking, without letting them know anything of what I'm feeling. I had awakened my army of crimson soldiers and I was well protected against their assaults. As I crossed my arms over my chest when listening to them, I felt them; the cold blood staining the sleeves of my black pullover and the burning of the fresh cuts keeping my mind alert but calm.
Ron Weasley thought that beating me a bit would make me understand how much despised I would soon be. He succeeded, of course. But he probably didn't expect that it would fortify my defence mechanisms. As long as I can run my blade in my arms, nothing can touch me.
Since Saturday, I've been methodically preparing myself to this specific morning. When I'll have to face them but won't be able to escape. When I'll be trapped in a classroom. I sit under the stairs where Ginny found me a few months ago. I don't know why I hide anymore but I guess it's like a reflex.
Today again, I resurrect my army and I march to the front. I carve both my arms, knowing that it'll be a hard battle and as I'm late, I lick the blood rolling on my skin. I wipe my arms and the blade on my cloak and run to potions. I eventually arrive five minutes early and smirk at Zabini while sliding in the seat next to him, he's the only who hasn't confronted me yet and I try my last chance. I can feel that the whole class has their eyes on me but I ignore them, the searing cuts are pushing them away, they're making their whispers fade in the background.
"So, always has to do something to gain attention, huh?" drawls my neighbour lazily.
"Zabini, let me tell you that I don't need to draw attention. I don't need a spotlight, I'm already naturally radiating." Cool, sarcasm is high this morning.
"Your aura is blinding, my dear," he retorts cynically.
"Yep, unfortunately not as much as Weasley's stupidity." I speak a little louder and Ron turns around. I smirk widely at him.
"Shut your face, you goddamn freak."
"The voices in your head won't like the way you call them you know. Such impoliteness, you should be ashamed."
Zabini snorts as the rest of the class looks at Ron to see what he's going to do. As I expected, he jumps up and pulls his sleeves down. "You want a fist in your face like Saturday?"
I stand up too and come to face him. I pull my sleeves down, revealing the dozen of cuts I made just before coming. "Why not?"
He flinches, he didn't know I would assume them and it suddenly scares him that I can be stronger than he thought. I laugh as he goes back to his seat defeated. I walk back to my own table and turn my attention to Zabini again to continue our transcendent conversation but he's vacantly staring at the front row. I follow his gaze and spot a blushing Granger, who quickly turns away when she catches me looking her way. I smirk at him. "So, fantasizing on Granger?"
A small smile plays on his lips before he can control it. "Fuck off, Malfoy." I laugh again and pull out my things. I haven't covered my arms again and the cuts are screaming victory.
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*Hannah's pov*
I'm furious. Irate, even. Since Creevey's little announcement of Saturday, I roamed in the halls and the different common rooms and the reaction of people totally drives me crazy. They don't think that there could be something else hidden behind the cutting, they ignore the fact that it's certainly not out of sick masochism that Draco does that. I'm so tired of hearing these conversations and fragments of them run constantly through my head.
"...Disgusting, really. This guy probably worships the Devil. Yeah, I'm speaking of You-Know-Who, duh! And Ginny Weasley is with him now! God, always has to tie herself to dark and dangerous people, it makes me shudder..."
"... I don't understand why Dumbledore lets him stay in school. My parents say he should be expelled and put in a padded room, where he can't be a danger to anyone."
"I agree with you, my parents want to gather as many parents as possible and make Dumbledore do something about the situation and if it doesn't work, they'll go directly to Fudge... Anyway, till it's cleared, I avoid him, he's insane."
I feel so sad when I hear those things. I know that Draco tried to save my life and got into trouble. I know it all started that night in the dungeon. I'm now "sitting" on a beam across a less frequented hall and I think about what my death brought. Hardly anything but trouble.
"Miss Abbott. How are you today?"
The voice makes me jump about a foot high in the air and for once, I'm grateful that I can't bang my head anymore but just go through the ceiling. I get back down and look at Professor Dumbledore.
"You're one discreet ghost, it's always a wonder where you are."
I shrug bitterly. "What's the point in showing off like Nearly Headless Nick or the Bloody Baron? I just mind my own business."
He sighs, takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Then you must have been busy these past days, with all this happening around young mister Malfoy."
"Why did Colin Creevey do that, Professor?"
He seems to think about my question while putting his glasses back on his nose, but from the look in his eyes, it's obvious that he's been meditating it since Saturday.
"Colin is a nice boy, you know. The normal, average boy, a bit shy but intelligent and trustworthy. But for him, people like Draco, are indeed, a danger. As intelligent, sly, good fighters through life. Colin wanted to shoot down someone like Draco because he was sick of being a simple shy boy who would have a quiet life. Saturday was his little moment of glory, he had become stronger than Draco and was happy with it."
"It's sad, to be obliged to destroy someone just to be able to feel important." I'm disgusted with Creevey. I can hardly believe that he can be so stupid, I always thought of him as a nice kid, just a tad bit annoying with his camera, but nevertheless a good person.
"Draco seems to be alright, even in such a situation. He doesn't really worry me. Parents are another issue." He shakes his head and goes to stand next to a window to watch the lake blend with the morning fog. The fragments of conversations run again in my head. They were serious; parents are already demonstrating against Draco, I feel sick.
"Don't tell anyone, Miss Abbott, but things are screwed. I'm buried under mail from angry parents who state my incapacity of reaction in front of serious matters. People keep visiting my office to claim their worry for their children, they ask me to expel him, to resolve the problem and make him enter the ranks again." His old hand quivers a bit so he puts it on the window sill and applies pressure on it. "They asked and I denied their wishes, I assume they're already in Fudge's office, and he's weak, he won't stand against them, he'll even agree with them I guess."
I'm about to ask him what can happen to Draco, but Myrtle suddenly pops out of nowhere and starts to twirl in the air. Peeves arrives and both of them start to dance a waltz, my two fellow pranksters have gone completely nuts.
"Come on Hannah, it is time! Time to pull a prank on little Creevey and big Ronnikins! Oh, good morning professor..." they add with a sheepish smile.
The twinkle in his eyes is suddenly charged with evilness and he mumbles "I heard nothing" in his beard... And leaves, whistling something vaguely resembling to "Mary Has a Little Lamb" or whatever the title is supposed to be. I smirk when I think of the predicament both the stupid Gryffindor boys will soon be in. I wonder how they're gonna deal, being obliged to bow down in front of Pansy while singing their love for her all the time... I somehow can bet they'll feel humiliated, just like her, by the way. I join Myrtle and Peeves in their victory dance, trying to forget about the parents running to the ministry.
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Ok, and now. the replies! I'm over 200 reviews, I'm so happy!
Jhaylin: Well, I like Ron, but I was really sick of having the golden team, always perfect, nice and funny. But now, I've got to agree with you on the poor Draco... *tear* I must be disturbed, hurting my favourite character that way.
Luna-is-my-name: Lol, I was rereading OotP this morning and I so definitely love Luna! She's one funny and strange character! Too late to include her in this fic, but I will in my second one, though I'll have to find her some place in my plot... *already starts to bang head*. Yep, You're not the only one to hate them. Thanks for loving my story! *twirl*
Pupulupk: OMG... both you and Elven ice angel back, the world is just strange! I was wondering what you guys were doing. But I'm glad you thought my story was worth the long catching up! I can read your story and I went to your profile, but I had no time to check your writing, stupid college. Thanks for the great talent compliment, I don't think so but I enjoy writing this and I love receiving reviews like yours!
Cherrie Berry Draco Luver: Ok, your reply will probably be the longest, so you can't complain about it taking half the chapter! He he he. By the way, they don't take half the chapter! *pout* maybe a quarter, maximum *nods vigorously* Lol, you know, I generally have to stop myself from writing Draco's pov all the time... He's the easiest one to write, to understand and I love him to death, I've got quite a problem there, lol. If it can help, I hate writing Ron's pov, I think rather low of him at the moment, it's just so terrible to write what is in his mind! It's like Lucius's povs... the worst ones, literally. Even Voldie's aren't that terrible. Draco IS the best. Just perfect... *hugs him* Thanks for reviewing, I hope you continue and I hope you don't mind my so annoying author's notes and whatnot! *innocent smirk*
Shadowed Past: Ooooh... Someone is rather curious here! He he he... Now, the big question is do I answer or not? Would spoil my story a bit I guess. Ok, yes to your second question, not answering the first one!
Ohjuotaku: Lil'Ronnie is pleased with being a sick bastard, I don't think I'm gonna pry in his life and try to make him change...*smirk*. Oh I agree, black hair is cool... but Draco is blonde, and he's cute, so well, don't mind me. I've got red hair too! We RULE, muahahahaha! And yep, we're completely nuts, but that's where's the fun! Lol, I'm a French weirdo, Europeans are weirdos. Duh, I know I make him suffer! But it's for the sake of fanfic! Sign everywhere, everybody hates Lucius! Oh, sorry to disturb you from your marvellous land of insanity for this chapter then!
Elven ice angel: Lol, happy to have you back, I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I saw that both pupulupk and you had reviewed! Honestly, do you really think Ron listens to you? I'M writing the blasted story, not you! Speaking of your story... well, hum. Waiting, here. Argh, the joy of yelling mums... *shakes head* Mine's currently yelling coz of my blasting Linkin Park. Ok, putting down the volume a bit, the neighbours already plot my death in the slowest way possible.
Goldenhorse: I stop you right now, Draco is NOT suicidal anymore! He's just an average self-injurer, if it makes any sense at all. But I've got to agree about Ron and Colin though... See, you got a few reactions in this chapter! The rest are coming in following chapters and it's gonna be quite a mess, he he he. Continue to read!
Drxd: I know you hate Ron, everybody hates him in this fic, he he he. Honestly, I think Harry is much more of a prat than Ron, at least in OotP. I so can't stand the dream team anymore, they're so shallow. Nope, no detention for Ronnikins... At least not now, coz Ginny and Draco have not given him away. But Snape will discover anyway. *evil grin*
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So, did you survive my long replies, long AN, long annoying rambling? God, let me know by reviewing or I'll feel really guilty! *innocent smirk*