Draco-
January passed into February without anything of significance happening. I was still struggling to talk to Ginny, and so my plan was as of yet uncompleted- or even started. However, I had noticed that someone else was paying me particularly close attention.
Over the past few weeks, Astoria Greengrass had been appearing at almost every corner I turned. If I did not know that Apparition in Hogwarts was impossible, I would have said she was Apparating to wherever I was before I actually got there myself. She seemed to have memorised my timetable- she was in front of every classroom I was due to be in before I made it there myself, and was there when I left again. She had an annoying habit of sitting next to me during meals and at breaks and gazing at me, fluttering her long eyelashes in a way that made me wonder, the first time I saw it, if she had something in her eye.
Pansy seemed incredibly put out with this new attention I was receiving- she watched Astoria through narrowed eyes whenever Astoria was talking to me, and would often cut across whatever she was saying so as to get her own opinion in. Astoria seemed to remain blissfully unaware of Pansy's distaste however; in fact, she paid her almost no attention what so ever. I heard Pansy remark one evening to one of her friends that she regretted ever saying Astoria could share our carriage up to Hogwarts that first night back. This made me smirk.
Although I had not exactly been talking to Ginny much, she did seem to be around me more often; she, like a watered down Astoria, would appear sometimes, and I never failed to notice her. Every time she was near, I smiled and tried to strike up a conversation. On the rare times that this worked, however, Astoria would suddenly be at my side, her eyes narrowed as she looked at Ginny, and Ginny would stick her chin in the air slightly, like she always did when she found a situation to be to her distaste, and would then stalk off. After these incidents, she would not even look in my direction for at least a few days. This perplexed me slightly- was Ginny jealous of Astoria?
The corridors were more subdued nowadays. The Carrows patrolled them during the day when they were not in lessons, inflicting some form of pain on a student for not tucking in their shirt, or for having messy hair, or for breathing to loudly. They left the Slytherins well alone, not bothering with us at all. The Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs frequently felt their displeasure though- Gryffindors more so than the others, which was unsurprising, considering that the Carrows had once been Slytherins, and so had a natural hatred for all those in Gryffindor. I was slightly perturbed that this hatred no longer seemed to apply to me- at least, not in regards to one Gryffindor student.
Before I knew what was happening, Valentine's Day was suddenly nearly upon us, and I had made no plans. I had not even reached the point in my plot to win Ginny that I had hoped- I was seriously behind, and my Mark burned furiously, showing me that the Dark Lord was aware of my continued failure, and was not at all happy.
Both Astoria and Pansy hinted so heavily that they wanted to be my date on Valentine's Day when we went to Hogsmeade that they were not so much as hinting, rather telling me what to do. I ignored both of them, although I did consider taking Astoria; she was indeed a very pretty girl, and I liked her vivacious attitude and the ready devotion she had for me. I did not even contemplate Pansy. Ever since I had made the mistake of asking her to the Yule Ball in our fourth year, she had taken it into her head that every occasion that required a date from then on would see her at my side, and my arm around her. I did not find her remotely attractive; she had neither Astoria's pure-bred beauty, nor Ginny's wit and charm. Here I stopped myself- Ginny's wit and charm should not enter into my thoughts until I had secured her as my own. And so I pushed to one side any small feelings I now held for Astoria, and I approached Ginny one afternoon.
It was not raining, as is usual for February- it was cold, but the winter sun still shone in the sky, its warm rays not quite reaching us here on the crispy, frost covered ground of Hogwarts. It was lunch time- several students were milling around the courtyard in small groups; young girls, arm in arm, giggling together at nothing in particular, boys scuffing their shoes against a wall. Any activities carried out, however, were done so in a watered down version of how they should be, and from this I knew that the fear of the war that was currently raging within and outside of the walls of Hogwarts was never far from anyone's mind.
Mainly, the students had chosen to stay inside, as they did not wish to be outside in the brittle weather. I had feared that Ginny would be one of these students, and then I would be unable to talk to her; thankfully she was standing by a gap in the courtyard, and was staring out over the frosty grounds towards the Forbidden Forest. There was a slight breeze, and the wind blew tendrils of her red hair around her delicately. I had a strange thought pass through my mind fleetingly- how nice it would be to tuck that beautiful hair behind her ear, smoothing it out of her pale face, so as to better see the chocolate brown eyes… I bit the insides of my mouth to bring me back to earth, and headed straight over to her, stopping just short of her. If she sensed me there, or had heard me approach, she gave no indication of it.
"Err-" I began, unsure of how to proceed.
An awkward silence fell, in which she still did not look towards me. I watched as she took a deep breath, and felt as my cheeks turned the pale pink they always did when I was embarrassed.
"Hi," she said suddenly, quietly, and yet to me her voice rang like a bell, musical and sweet in the cold, winter air.
"Hi," I replied breathlessly.
Now she turned towards me, and her face was flushed from the cold. It was not unattractive- quite the opposite, in fact. She smiled unsurely, her eyes betraying a feeling that did not match the smile; I could not place the emotion. Nevertheless, I smiled back, equally unsure. This was surely a good sign.
"I… er…" I stammered, wondering how to approach the subject.
She raised one eyebrow at me, looking vaguely amused.
"Yes?"
"I… well, you know… Valentine's Day is this weekend, and… umm…"
Her eyebrows now shot up in surprise, her eyes widening. I lost my nerve.
"Never mind," I mumbled, and turned to leave.
"Wait," she said; I froze, torn.
Either I turned around now and asked her on the date that would set my plan in motion, or I carried on and walked away from her and what could be my only chance to save my life. I turned back around.
"Valentine's Day. You, me, Hogsmeade," I blurted, ignoring my racing heart and sweaty palms.
"Oh," she said, and I saw the familiar amusement mingled with scorn that so often played on her face when she was confronted with a situation that she didn't quite know how to approach. "Well…"
"Come on, Ginny, what harm is it going to do, really?" I beseeched- instantly I knew I'd said the wrong thing.
"What harm is it going to do?" she repeated, and she now looked both stunned and furious at the same time. "What harm is a date with you going to do? You're a Death Eater! And I'm the ex-girlfriend of Harry Potter, who is fighting against you every single day!"
"How do you know he's fighting against us? He's gone and disappeared," I retorted, stung by the reminder of whom she really belonged with.
"How dare you?" she hissed furiously. "Harry is out there, fighting against you, fighting for people like me- how can you even suggest that he isn't?"
"Well, come on, look at the facts," I said. "We go traipsing into your brother's wedding, smash the place up searching for him, and what does he do? Apparate out of there, taking his pathetic friends with him and no one has seen or heard from him since- well, unless you count that stupid break in at the Ministry, which almost went so wrong that he got caught by Yaxley. Then that idiot Granger shows Yaxley how to get into their hideout by accident, and then they disappeared again! They're not doing any good, Ginny! They're wandering around who knows where doing nothing!"
"You… you…" she seemed unable to get her words out, and I immediately regretted my outburst.
"I'm sorry," I quickly muttered, the words being forced out against my will- Draco Malfoy never said sorry.
"You're a bastard," she snapped, and, turning on her heel, she started to walk away, chin held up high.
I grappled with myself momentarily before I realised there could only be one way to get this date in place, and thus my plan in action. Pulling out my wand, I directed it straight at her and whispered "Imperius". I made her turn back around and walk back towards me. She looked blissfully unaware of everything, and her eyes were dim in the mask that suddenly covered her normally lively features.
"I'll ask you this again," I said quietly to her, and she nodded dumbly. "Valentine's Day, you and me in Hogsmeade. Yes?"
Ginny nodded again, her face blank except for a silly smile that stayed firmly in place. I felt sick- this was not the Ginny I knew. I'd turned her into something that I never wanted- but this was my life on the line. I had to do this. It was either a quick Imperius on one girl or torture into insanity and then death for my entire family. There was no contest over which one won.
I let her leave, allowing part of the Imperius curse to leave her also, so that she still had some recollection of her activities and it did not appear as though she was cursed. She stumbled slightly as she left, but quickly regained her usual step, and I watched as she walked back up to the castle in a slightly haughty manner that suggested she was annoyed with something.
"I saw what you did there," came a voice from my left, and I jumped.
Blaise stepped out from behind a half ruined pillar, his face impassive. I watched him warily as he moved to my side and watched with me as Ginny entered the castle. Only when she'd vanished from sight did he turn to me.
"I saw that," he repeated.
"Saw what?" I asked, mouth dry.
"You put the Imperius curse on the Weaslette."
"Did I?"
"You know you did."
"What does it matter to you?" I snapped, suddenly annoyed with him.
Did he not understand how important it was that I won this girl? Did he not realise that I had a good reason for what I had done?
"You know I don't like her."
"So what? It's nothing to do with you."
"Draco," he said, suddenly serious, and I looked round at him, not quite meeting his eyes. "I don't know what you are up to. I don't know if you actually like her, or if this is just some little play, like entertainment for you, but you have to be careful with your methods here. That curse is illegal, and not the right way to win the affections of any girl, even a Blood-Traitor."
"You're worried about the illegalities of the Imperius curse?" I said, almost laughing at his ridiculous statement. "You're worried about that? Honestly, we are Death Eaters. We have done worse, and will do worse, than the Imperius curse."
"That is not the point, Draco. We use it for different reasons- proper reasons. We don't use it for getting girlfriends. And why pick such an awful girl anyway? What's wrong with Pansy?"
"You know how I feel about Pansy."
Blaise chuckled reluctantly at this, and nodded.
"Yeah, you're right. Pansy is annoying."
"And a bitch."
"You sound like a girl, but yes, and a bitch," he agreed, chuckling again. "Ok, not Pansy. What's wrong with Astoria?"
"Astoria?"
"Yes, you know, the attractive fifteen year old, sister of Daphne, in our year," said Blaise, rolling his eyes.
"I know who she is," I said. "What does she have to do with anything though?"
"She's a Pure-Blood- and an attractive one at that. She'd be the perfect choice for the girlfriend of the regal Malfoy heir- and yet you choose the Blood-Traitor! Daughter of a Muggle-loving fool, sister of Potter's best friend- and Potter's ex-girlfriend! What on earth possessed you to choose her, when you could have had the pick of the girls? When you could have had Astoria?"
"You do not understand, and I cannot explain it to you now," I snapped. "But you must realise I have a good reason for this."
"I should hope you do have a good reason for this. Do your parents know?"
"Yes, they know. They do not approve, but they know better than to contradict it- do you understand now, Blaise? I am not chasing her because I desire her- I am chasing her because I have no choice."
Blaise suddenly seemed to comprehend- at least, the expression on his face seemed to say that he did, and he confirmed this only moments later. Thankfully, before we could get into any more depth about the Ginny issue, the bell sounded throughout the castle, loud and echoing, signalling us to return from our lunch break and continue with our lessons. As I had a free period, I headed back to the Slytherin common room, where I stayed for the rest of the day, skipping dinner.
I felt sick at what I had resorted to in order to win Ginny's affections. I had promised myself I would not stoop so low, and yet I had gone against my own word and committed something that made me feel physically repulsed at myself. I had never resorted to such methods to win a girl before- but then, I had always been able to win any girl I wanted just by looking at them. Look at what had happened with Astoria- I had only met her a month ago, and yet I had succeeded in securing her affections in one night.
Ginny was much more difficult; it could have been something to do with our natures- she was so different to me. She had a fiery nature to match her red hair, and she was fierce- she knew what she wanted, and she knew what she didn't, and they were very distinctive and secure in her mind. I was not exactly docile, but I was more laid back about most things- things that didn't threaten my life, that is. I could change my mind on subjects if I realised I was wrong- I was not as stubborn as she was.
It was late when I finally reached the conclusion I had been searching for. I decided the reason it had been so difficult to even get this far with Ginny was because of Potter- her precious Potter, disappeared into the night but not from her thoughts. She was loyal to him, as any girlfriend should be to their other half. And despite the fact that he had dumped her the previous year- I had watched from the shade of a distant tree, feeling amused by the hurt that was obviously coursing through them- I knew that she still thought of him as her boyfriend, or believed they would one day return to that relationship status. This was the reason I had struggled in securing her affections. She was not meant for me. I had always believed something along the lines of fate, of destiny if you will, and so I knew that it was not her fate, not her destiny, to be mine. I was going against this fate. I was messing with how things should be. And so, all things considered, was I really surprised at how difficult it had been just to get a date with the girl?
Ginny-
Something was wrong with my brain. Parts of my day were unaccounted for; I remembered arguing with Malfoy, but I didn't remember returning to my dormitory after the argument, and I was unsure of how it had resolved, although something about it made me feel nauseous every time I tried to recall how we had parted.
Although initially I began to worry if I was being possessed again, like all those years ago when You Know Who's soul had come out of the diary and made me do those awful things, I soon realised that this was probably not the case. Who was there to possess me? You Know Who had returned to full power and was wreaking havoc, outside and inside the walls of Hogwarts, so he had no need to possess the minds and bodies of people in order to get what he wanted done. So I ruled out this possibility.
Sitting alone in the common room that night, I found myself coming in and out of focus with my surroundings, feeling emotions that were not my own and did not correspond with the situation sometimes passing through me. At one moment I felt guilty, at another I felt worried, and before I went to bed I felt an overwhelming sense of understanding, as though I had figured out the solution to a problem I had been puzzling over for a long time. I found short gaps in my memory here as well- I couldn't account for at least half an hour, when I put all my blank moments together, and yet I knew I had not left the common room; each time I had only been out of it for a minute or two, and so clearly I could not have been getting up to anything dangerous or even against my bidding in that time.
My dreams that night were riddled with confusion. I darted from place to place, followed sometimes by demons who I did not know, and other times in the company of friends. Waking in the morning, I found myself feeling unrested, and discovered, whilst getting ready, that I had bags under my eyes.
Neville met me in the common room, and we went down to breakfast together. He was quiet, and I noticed that he too had large bags under his eyes. He had been different since coming back to Hogwarts, and I knew why. He blamed himself for Luna's kidnapping, believing that if he hadn't been knocked unconscious he could have saved her. This, of course, was stupid to believe; we had not had a chance against the two full grown Death Eaters, and were therefore lucky to still be alive. However, no matter how much I tried to reason this to him, he refused to believe it, allowing himself to continue feeling the overwhelming guilt that I knew gnawed at him all day and most of the night.
As a result, breakfast passed quietly. For reasons I could not comprehend, I found myself continuously glancing at Malfoy, causing me to wonder even more about what had transpired between us yesterday. Again, I felt myself slip in and out of conscious thoughts, although I knew I had not moved from my seat. Neville seemed to notice in the end, and questioned me about it.
"Ginny, what's wrong? You keep going funny," he said, his voice sounding cracked from exhaustion.
"Nothing's wrong, Neville. I don't know, maybe I'm just tired," I said, reassuring myself as much as I was him.
He let the subject drop. When the bell went for the start of the day, he rushed off without even saying goodbye. I knew he was offended by my strange manner, but I couldn't be bothered with it. I had to find Malfoy, and question him about what had happened the day before.
Malfoy was waiting outside to hall, tied up in a very one way conversation with Parkinson. I didn't hesitate in approaching him, and enjoyed the furious glare of Parkinson as I drew his attention away from her.
"Malfoy, I need to talk to you," I said, not skirting around the issue.
"Talk to me then," he drawled, a lazy smirk playing on his pale face.
"Privately," I hissed, allowing myself to glare back at Parkinson, who now looked on the brink of an emotional breakdown.
Malfoy consented that we could talk in private, and so we began to walk away from Parkinson.
"Draco?" she called after us, and I glanced back to see her looking utterly bemused.
Malfoy didn't even look back, merely raised a hand in farewell to Parkinson, who then trotted off to her lesson, looking more confused and hurt than ever I'd seen her. Good.
"What's up then, Ginny?" asked Malfoy when we had got a good distance from anyone.
"What… erm, I mean, how…"
Now that I had him in front of me to question him, I suddenly realised how ridiculous and insane I was going to sound if I questioned something that had practically just passed between us. I watched as his smirk grew, and his grey eyes glinted with amusement. As much as I wanted to punch him for being so infuriating, something stirred in my stomach, and I recognised the butterfly feeling I had always felt around Harry.
"Looking forward to Valentine's, Ginny?" he asked, looking ever more amused.
"Valentine's?" I repeated, confused.
"Yes, Valentine's- remember, our date?"
"Our date?"
"Are you a parrot? Yes, our date. You agreed to go on a date with me to Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day."
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" I snapped. "As if I'd agree to go on a date with you!"
"Well, you did. And perhaps, in light of the circumstances, you should call me Draco, and not Malfoy."
"I'll call you something else in a minute, you little…"
"Miss Weasley, if you would care to pay attention!"
I blinked, confused. McGonagall was glaring at me from the front of the classroom, and almost everyone was turning in the seats to stare at me. A whisper carried around the room, and several people giggled. What on earth? Only seconds ago I had been having an argument with Draco, and now I was sitting in Transfiguration class? I blinked again- had I really just referred to him as Draco?
"Miss Weasley, are you quite well?" snapped McGonagall.
"Y-yes, Professor," I stuttered, trying to get my head around what was going on.
"Then if you would be so kind as to pay attention to the lesson, and attempt to transfigure your hedgehog into a pin cushion!"
Another giggle went around the class.
"And as for the rest of you, if you could please return to your own work immediately," snapped McGonagall.
Instantly the class grew more subdued as they returned to the arduous task of turning the rolled up, hissing ball of spikes in front of them into an attractive pin cushion. Desperately, I tried to recall the last- how long had it been since the scene in the hallway with Draco? Regardless, I couldn't remember a thing. And yet something had one again transpired between us that I couldn't remember, and so I was left with yet another gaping hole in my memory and struggling to keep my hedgehog still enough to transfigure it without puncturing my hand by holding it still.
It seemed an age before the bell went for lunch, echoing throughout the castle and inside my jumbled thoughts. I wandered down to lunch absentmindedly, not really paying attention to what I was doing or where I was going, only stopping when I walked head first into a statue of armour, which clanked and groaned at me in frustration. Rubbing the bump that was raising quickly on my head, I now paid more attention to where I was headed; when I fell into a seat at the Gryffindor table, my head was throbbing fit to burst.
I wasn't hungry. My headache was enough that it drove any physical needs from my mind, and all I could think about was disappearing to my dormitory and not resurfacing for a long time to come- perhaps when the war was over I might emerge, but until then, I wondered if I could get one of the kitchen's house-elves to bring me a sandwich every now and then, if I grew hungry. But no, I reasoned- the other girls would keep barging in and out of the dorm all the time. I'd never get any peace if I stayed up there. Nevertheless, I pushed myself back to my feet, vowing to stay in my dorm, if not until the war was over, then at least until lunch time had passed.
As I walked towards the huge double doors leading out of the hall, I hazily noticed Draco enter the hall, discussing with Zabini about something to do with one of their subjects. Actually, they were very hazy. I watched as Draco swam in and out of view, and then noticed that the floor was moving up towards me in slow motion. A muffled shriek from a few girls closest to me sounded, and I suddenly hit, with immense force, the stone paving. Blackness engulfed me.
"Concussion… minor fracture… seems very confused…"
"Has she been awake then?"
"Yes, yes- or at least, partially. Mumbling some nonsense about her pet Pygmy Puff, says he needs to be fed and she has to leave here immediately!"
"Yes, well, we all worry about our pets, Poppy…"
"Minerva, she is not in her right mind! I gave her a sleeping potion, I don't know when she'll come around, could be any time now-"
I groaned, confused. I was lying in a soft bed, with a white haze all around me, and I could hear the voices of McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey as they discussed someone, but I couldn't pin point where I was.
"Hush now, hush now! She's coming to!" hissed Madam Pomfrey, and suddenly her head appeared out of the white haze.
"Where am I?" I mumbled, trying to sit up.
My head throbbed violently, causing me to fall back against my pillows at the shock of the pain.
"The hospital wing- now don't sit up, silly girl! You need rest! Quite a nasty bump you had!" said Madam Pomfrey as she fussed over my pillows and straightened my blanket.
"Nasty bump?" I repeated.
"Yes, Miss Weasley," said McGonagall, who now also appeared out of the white haze, which I now realised was the curtains placed around my bed to screen me from view. "It seems, according to a rather put out suit of armour on the first floor, that you walked head long into it, causing yourself to suffer from a mild concussion- the force with which you attacked the armour must have been quite great! Upon attempting the exit the hall, you fell unconscious- you suffered a minor fracture to your skull upon hitting the flagstones."
"Fracture?" I repeated dumbly.
"Not to worry, dear, I fixed it in a moment!" said Madam Pomfrey, smiling reassuringly.
"Then why does it still hurt?" I grumbled, and she tutted in an amused fashion.
"Never pleased- I fix your skull and don't even get a word of thanks! No, no, dear, I'm only joking-" she hastened to add, as I had started to apologise for my seemingly rude behaviour. "It's going to hurt for a little while still- that was quite a spectacular bump you had- if Mr Malfoy hadn't have got you down here as quickly as he did, I would have expected some serious memory loss on your part!"
"Mr Malfoy?" I repeated.
"Yes dear, Draco Malfoy- he was closest when you fell, and brought you straight down here. Now," she said, tutting again, "I always thought him a bit of a drama queen- moaning and groaning at the tiniest scrape- and then I thought him to be quite a horrible young man, after last year…" her voice faltered as she recalled the events of the end of the previous school year- "But he was quite chivalrous to have taken it upon himself to get you down here," she finished, busying herself now with the jumble of medicines she was placing on my bedside cabinet.
"Yeah, chivalrous…" I muttered, not paying attention.
I didn't have much time to think about Draco that day. I didn't want to at any rate- thinking just made my head hurt more. So I was sitting in my bed, staring blankly at the pictures on the wall and thinking about nothing, when I got a visitor. I didn't even know he was there until he cleared his throat and made me jump.
"Hey, Ginny," smiled Neville sheepishly.
"Neville," I said, trying not to sound deflated- I had hoped someone else might drop in… but no, Neville was here, my good friend Neville.
"How're you feeling?" he asked, sounding concerned.
"My head hurts," I said, noticing how thick my voice sounded to me, like I had a cold.
"How long till you're out?"
"I dunno Neville, ask Pomfrey," I said, motioning limply with one hand towards her office.
"Yeah, I will- when you're out, I was planning some more stuff for the DA, you know?" he whispered, his face lighting up as he spoke.
I had to fight not to scowl.
"Neville, right now, I don't want to talk about the DA, or about anything that makes me think, ok? My head really hurts, and I don't want to be rude, but I want some privacy for a little bit," I said, trying to talk softly so he wouldn't get his feelings hurt.
It didn't work. As he got up and said goodbye, he sounded significantly upset with me- but I couldn't care about that now, not without thinking about it. So I merely watched him leave the wing, and then returned to the pictures. I almost groaned out loud when I heard someone else enter the wing and plonk themselves down in the seat next to me.
"Feeling better?"
Even with my befuddled and painful head, I still recognised the slight scorn in the tone, and knew that my new visitor had a smirk placed firmly on his face.
"Heaps," I replied sarcastically, turning slightly to regard Draco coolly.
"Is that any way to speak to your rescuer?" he asked, the smirk growing ever more pronounced.
"No, but it is the way to speak to someone you don't like," I retorted, my comeback sounding weak.
"If you don't like me then I guess our date is off? Unless you don't want our date to be off, and let's face it, it would be a lot easier if our date was still in place, as I've already made arrangements…"
"Yes. I mean no. I mean, the date- we didn't have a date- arranged what?"
"Don't hurt yourself, Ginny," said Draco, mock wincing at my confusion. "Well, any more than you already have, at any rate."
"Ever the charmer," I replied, trying and failing to sound scornful.
"So, the date?" he said, drawing my limited attention span back to the previous topic.
"Whatever- what'll make you leave me alone? This is making my head hurt even more," I complained.
"Excellent!" he grinned. "So, our date is on, and I shall meet you to take a carriage down to Hogsmeade early Valentine's Day morning."
"What?"
"That's what will make me leave- consent to our date on Valentine's."
"Why are you even… oh, I don't care. Fine, I consent. But I won't have a good time, and I will make sure that it's miserable for you as well. Now, go away, I want to sleep."
"Whatever you say," he drawled, and once again the chair became vacant and I was left on my own.
It wasn't until my headache had faded that I realised what I had promised- I was going on a date with my ex-boyfriend's school enemy on Valentine's Day. Harry could never find out.
Updates- I am sorry I haven't been updating, I've been having college problems, family problems, pet problems… all in all, a very eventful and somewhat stressful past month- I also had my 19th birthday, which was good. I promise promise promise to try and update this more often, but I am currently revising for an exam, which is in a couple of weeks, so until that's out of the way I will be focusing solely on revision. The reason why I don't think this chapter is brilliant is because of that very reason- revision taking priority, and this being written in tiny segments when I have a spare 10 minutes. So, I'm sorry about the lack of updates, and I'm sorry about what I feel is the less than brilliant quality of this chapter, but as ever I hope you all like it.
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