Stronger With Time: Dawn Of A New Era
Chapter 2: That's Never Good To Hear.
"Oh, no," I moaned. "No, no no!" I shook the walkie-talkie furiously, refusing to believe that communication with Bill had been lost.
"What the blo-" Draco stopped, composing himself. "What are you doing here?" He amended, jaw working, eyes hard.
That was never good to hear.
Bill
"You let 'er what?" Fleur's eyes flashed, and Bill was thankful that she could not turn into a flame throwing hag like her ancestors did when they got mad.
However, as Fleur backed him up against the wall with her withering glare, Bill decided that this was almost as bad.
"Bill, que pensiez-vou? Qu'elle est en danger la-bas! Comment purriz-vous-"
"Fleur, Fleur! Slow down! I speak some French but you know I can't understand you when you talk that fast!"
Astoria
"Well you see, I have this boyfriend who I haven't seen or heard from in over a month, so..." I trailed off, seeing the tortured look in his eyes. What was going on?
"Astoria? Astoria? Can you 'ere me? 'Ello?" I jumped, startled at the sudden noise coming from my pocket. I turned the device's volume back down to one, wondering why it was Fleur talking now.
Draco had a distant look in his eyes, and looked troubled.
"Astoria, we have to talk," he said with a tone of dead seriousness. With a start I realized that Draco was wearing his normal long-sleeved roves, and instead, a t-shirt, his left forearm in full view. Or more specifically, what was on it. Even though I knew what side Draco was on, it still made me a bit weary.
"Astoria, I have to tell you-"
"Draco, I need to get in touch with-"
We said at the same time.
"You first."
"I need to somehow get in touch with Bill Weasley, immediately, so the whole Burrow doesn't apparate over here in a rescue mission."
Bill
"What should I do, Fleur?" Bill moaned as the two of them wandered in the side door, into the Burrow's living room. Almost in answer to his question, flames burst in the had-been dormant fireplace-Bill pushed Fleur behind him as she gasped, startled. He took a cautious step forward-and relaxed as he saw the familiar face in the fire.
"Merlin, Astoria, you scared me!" He exclaimed after checking to make sure he and Fleur were alone in the room.
"Sorry, Bill-and about the walkie-talkie, I think it might have broken when I-"
"Bonjour, Ron!" Fleur said loudly, alerting them to the fact that they were no longer alone.
"Uh, hi," Ron replied, confused as to why Fleur was suddenly shouting at him. "Did I hear you talking to Astoria, Bill? 'Cause mum's been looking for her."
"She's in the fireplace, Ron," Bill pulled his younger brother into view.
"She's at, uh, Julia's house." Astoria quickly shoved Draco's shoulder out of the image, which was all that had been visible of him.
"Julie," she corrected. "Uh, just fancied a visit. Bill, I'll be staying for dunner, I think," she gave him a significant look.
"Right, Ronnie, run and tell mum Tori'll be a few hours." Now it was Ron's turn to be pushed out of the picture, protesting.
"Okay, so here's the deal-I dropped the walkie-talkie-I can hear you, but you apparently can't hear me-think it's broken, sorry," she winced, looking quite guilty.
"It's fine," Bill waved her on, Fleur looking both ways to make sure no more unexpected visitors popped up.
"They have a Caterwauling charm, apparently, and I started it when I apparated in. So-"
"Wait, stop, stop. Do the Death Eaters know you're there?" Bill held his hands out, wincing as Fleur whacked him upside the head.
"Yes, but it's fine, it's fine, they're being-well, they're not in a particularly torture-happy mood. But-Bill, they know about Draco and I! Don't worry, don't worry," she rushed. "They don't know anything else. One of Draco's friends told Bellatrix that he thought Draco had a girlfriend last year, and somehow she pinpointed me," Astoria managed to get out bravely, and Draco's shoulder moved back into the picture.
Bill and Fleur looked over simultaneously to the sound of a door slamming on the other side of the house and Ginny shouting if anybody had seen Tori. Ron bellowed back that she was at Julie's, and then yelled back if Ginny had seen their mum.
"We don't have much time," Bill said quickly. "How will you get hold of us and tell us when you're ready to floo or apparate back, since you'd need permission to do both?"
"I'll just do this again, alright?" she shook her head at something Draco said, sending sparks flying into the Weasley's fireplace.
"Alright, I'll try to stay stationed around the living room. Draco, you protect her, all right?"
"I can protect myself, Bill," she rolled her eyes.
"I know, Tori. But you can't watch your back and your front at the same time. I'd feel a lot better knowing someone has your back. Draco?"
"Always," he replied, shoulder bobbing in and out of the fireplace.
"Good man. Astoria, see you soon. Be careful."
"Will do! Bye Bill, bye Fleur." And with that, the warmth of the fireplace left, leaving it cold and black once more, belching small pieces of ash into the kitchen.
Draco
"Alright, so what's that you wanted to tell me?" Astoria asked Draco after telling Bill and Fleur good-bye, standing up from her kneeling position in front of the library fireplace.
Conflicted emotions played inside Draco-remembering several weeks ago and what he'd been forced to do almost caused him physical pain-and extreme remorse and guilt that would live with him forever. He had to end it right now, right here.
Because now they knew, and as Draco had feared, they had used threat of Astoria's safety to get Draco to do things. Things he really, really hadn't wanted to do. Torture.
So the clock had been ticking...and now it was up. They both couldn't afford to do this any longer-what Draco had been trying to avoid had happened exactly. And no matter how both of them tried to ignore it, their relationship was far from perfect, they fought all the time! Draco ranted in his head, trying to come up with all the reasons he should break up with her and not why he still loved her.
Images of their seventh year at Hogwarts filled Draco's mind-Astoria would eventually find someone else, someone better, someone safer...inexplicably, Draco was reminded of the event just weeks ago that would plague him forever-his own personal hell.
In his mind's eye, he was transported back just two weeks ago to the night Rowle had upset the other Death Eaters-which, incidentally, had been just days after Bellatrix had found out about him and Astoria.
Rowle had said something that caused Voldemort to question Rodolphus and Bellatrix, almost to mock them.
Later that night, he had payed for it tenfold.
"Crucio!" Cackled Bellatrix. Draco looked up at the ceiling to stop his tears, but also so he wouldn't have to see Rowle writhing on the floor, but he still heard his tortured screams and then his labored panting as Bellatrix released the curse-
"Cru-"
"Wait!" Bellatrix screamed, stopping her husband mid-curse. "Draco, Draco...don't you have the stomach? The bravery? Maybe the boy needs to learn, Rodolphus! After all, if the Dark Lord ever requires such a service, I'm sure Draco would do it without a question. Isn't that right, Draco?"
He glared at his aunt, a hard look in his eyes. He wasn't going to answer-
But instead of the look of surprise he was expecting to see on her face as his refusal to answer, he saw the look she wore when she knew something that no one else did.
"Draco, Draco. I know you'll use the Cruciatus Curse now..." she tutted. "Because if you don't, I fear we'll have to get...someone else to practice with...is it that pretty girlfriend of yours making you soft, Draco? Maybe she would make good practice," she said softly. "Do it Draco, and do it now..."
Draco was snapped back into the present. He and Astoria wouldn't really work out, anyway. It was only a matter of time-they both had hot tempers and harsh words-it wouldn't have lasted much longer anyway. So Draco set his face into his trademark Malfoy sneer-it felt a little rusty, but he pushed away all of his emotion, something he was good at-he was a Malfoy after all, albeit a Malfoy in the Order.
Astoria
"Draco? Draco, hello?" I asked as his eyes glazed over.
"What?" He almost snapped. Suddenly, he was sneering.
"Draco, what's going on? You've been acting strange ever since I got here."
"Which, by the way, I meant to ask...what the hell were you thinking? Did you not see the Death Eaters out there?" He hissed.
"Hell of a way to say hello, Draco1" I matched his tone, sneering back. When he didn't reply, I plowed on-"And that makes no sense at all, Draco, of course I saw them! What's your point? Was I supposed to see them before I was here? I'm not a seer!"
"No!" He shouted. Then, "No. Just listen to me now, we need to talk. The Death Eaters know about us now,-"
"So what? They haven't done anything yet, haven't threatened-"
"Yes, actually, they did! They told me that if I didn't torture Rowle, they'd do it to you! And that's not even the full reason why this isn't going to work, Astoria! Look at us! We're screaming at each other, and we haven't seen each other in a month!"
Instead of being crushed, like a normal girl-no, I had to be an oddity. My emotions were twisted, leaving me unsure-I was fired up as hard refusal took over.
"Dammit, I'm not some delicate damsel in distress, Draco! I don't need you to protect me! I knew what this meant when you first told me the whole story about you being a Death Eater, and I told you then, and I'll tell you now-I can handle myself! It didn't matter then, and it doesn't matter now! You can't just-ugh!" I struggled to find words, pulling a "Tonks" and seizing his robes, shaking them.
"See, we're not even compatible anyway, look at us!" Draco looked a mess as he angrily ran his fingers through his hair, face flushed. I'm sure I didn't look any more calmer.
"The truth is, you're just afraid to try," I snapped. "Isn't it?" He looked at me, and what I saw scared me. This was final, wasn't it? Maybe his words had some truth, however much I refused to believe it...were we really not...
"Compatible," I murmured softly. Was it true? We'd spent all those years fighting...and...well, they far outnumbered the months we'd been loving.
"Take this," I said in a dead voice. I didn't bother to unclasp the chain but I yanked it off, feeling it break against the back of my neck. He held his hand out coldly, he glared into my eyes and all the love was gone-I never realized how accustomed I'd grown to that emotion in his grey eyes until it was gone.
"Please tell Bill for me that I'll need to get back into the Burrow now," I said stiffly as I pointed to the fireplace. "I'll be going now."
"You can stay while I tell him," he said in the same flat voice, although I knew it was an empty offer. "We're still allies, you know."
"That might be so, but careful, we might blow up at each other, we might not be "compatible" enough to stay in a room together for five minutes. I'd rather leave," I said icily.
"Fine. Take this," he took a cloak bundled nearby on a table and I recognized it immediately as one of Fred and George's temporary invisibility cloaks.
"It's an-"
"I know," I cut him off sharply. "And I'm sure a door opening by itself wouldn't rise any suspicion," I couldn't help but add snidely.
"That's why you'll be levitating yourself out the window past the gates," he snapped, irritated. He holds his hand out and drops the cloak with almost a foot of distance between our hands-not so subtly eliminating all possibilities of contact. I tried to ignore the pain cutting through me like a knife.
"Classy, Malfoy, whatever happened to "'we're still allies?'" I snapped up at him as he sneered.
"Whatever happened to-"
"Just shut up, Malfoy," I snapped before he could retort. "I'm leaving."
"Good!" He shouted.
"It is good!" I shouted back, getting up in his face before whirling around, hopefully giving him whiplash.
I tried to compose myself as I floated down invisibly over the tall iron gate, landing and then dissaparating with a crack. It turned out, when I got to the meadow where I planned to meet Bill, I didn't even have to try to keep from crying anymore because my brain had gone strangely numb, like it was having trouble trying to process what was going on.
I scoped the rolling hills covered with emerald grass that I longed to take my shoes off and run barefoot in-I stopped when I spotted the specific S-shaped tree-the meeting place. I leaned my back against the tree, knowing that I could walk as long as I wanted in the exact direction of the Burrow and never leave the meadow...a scary thought, but that was how the protection worked. Only someone inside could bring you in.
Any leftover energy that I had possessed drained out until I wasn't left with enough to climb to the lowest branch to perch, so instead I sank to the grassy ground, cool in the shade, resting and waiting.
Not five minutes of painful thinking later, I looked up to see Fleur standing above me, with a look on her face that lead me to believe she might have an inkling of what had just happened. I gathered that if she hadn't wanted to talk she would have simply let me in-so I made room for her to sit with her back against the tree, beside me, as she takes a step to sit down.
"Hello, Fleur," I clear my throat, surprised at the hoarseness.
"Bonjour, Tori," she said in her throaty French accent, turning her beautiful face up to the sky. Maybe if I looked like Fleur Delacour, Draco wouldn't have dumped me. I pushed the thought out of my head, ashamed. I looked up, following her gaze to see what had got her so interested.
It was two bluebirds flying toward the tree together, circling one another and chirping as they land on the high up, quivering branch.
"Do you zeenk zose birds are in love, Astoria?" I enjoyed talking to people when I was having a particularly rough time, but I didn't know exactly where she was getting with this. I got that Bill was probably cringing at the very thought of having to talk to me about the break-up-which he undoubtedly knew about, if Fleur did-so Fleur herself volunteered to do the delicate girl-talk, instead.
"I'm not sure," I said as they took off, the sound of wind rustling through the branches filling my ears.
"I know zat zey zeenk zey are," she began. "You always zeenk it eez love when you're in it, don't you? Looking at it from zee outside is a more...accurate view. Zen you are able to see zee 'ole zing, and not just what you want to see," she pauses, talking fast and accent heavy. "And when it's over, one good thing comes out of it-since you are not in it anymore, you can step back and see ze whole view-and know for yourself-was it real? Or did you only zeenk it was real in the moment?" She looked at me in the eye, and I realized Fleur, maybe, contrary to what Ginny says, is not so bad after all. She had good metaphors, at least.
I nodded thoughtfully, offering her a smile. "Thank you, Fleur." She stood up and offered me a hand.
"Of course. I am glad I 'ave gotten to know you, Astoria. When Bill and I are married, you must come and visit us sometime. I know 'e is quite fond of you."
"I'd like that," I smiled as we walked toward the Burrow which has just appeared, and Bill who is leaning up against the tinkering shed.
Later that night after dinner, I decided that I was going to tell Ginny about Draco and I. She was going to find out sooner or later, and I rather it be now.
So as we were getting ready for bed, I dropped the bomb as we were brushing our teeth.
"Ginny?"
"Wha?" She was still vigorously brushing her teeth.
"I wasn't actually at Julie's house today," I started. "I was at Draco's." She finished, tossing her toothbrush back, and we both began to walk back to our shared room.
"Uh oh. Was-"
"Ginny, he dumped me," I interrupted her suddenly, wanting to get it over with.
Ginny didn't say anything, just listened as I told her. I knew she wouldn't waste time with stupid questions, like "Are you alright?"
"I'm quite accomplished at the bat-bogey hex, you know, and I-"
"Ginny, don't do that!" I said quickly. "He dumped me because...well, partially because of the same reason Harry dumped you. To "Protect us in case Dumbledore uses us to get to them,"" I quoted in a nasally voice.
"Merlin's beard, you're joking! Are all guys like this? Absolutely ridiculous!" She exploded. We passed Harry and Ron's room at that time, and we slowed as Ginny glared furiously at Harry, as if he were the root of everyone's problems. He stared back for a moment, confused, before we stepped out. I heard Ron mutter something about how confusing girls were before I answered-
"Yeah," I said, kind of half-crying now, but trying to stop it. "And he said we weren't compatible...and I think he's right! But I was thinking about marrying him, Gin, how am I supposed to get over that? And...and I think all of the Death Eaters at the mansion thought I was trying to get with him so I could have money, you know, because of the whole disowning thing...but...I don't love him because he's a Malfoy! I love him because he's Draco!"
"Stupid boys," she shook her head, pulling me into a hug when she saw I was about to cry. "Why do they always have to be so bloody noble?"
Over the next few days, all of the Burrow's inhabitants knew about Draco and I, and were treading carefully around the subject, tactfully not bringing him up unless necessary. Well, except for Fred, but he really didn't know how to be tactful.
But I didn't care, really. I was so over him. Totally and completely. And now that everything I saw reminded me of him...well, that was normal after a break up, wasn't it?
"...be inviting Draco to the wedding, Fleur?" This statement broke me out of my reverie. I snapped my head up, blushing a deep red.
It was Fred, myself, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and Fleur in the living room going over last-minute wedding details. Well, actually, the first three of us would have been leaving for Quidditch if Mrs. Weasley hadn't snared us first...Fleur looked sideways at me, but I was too busy trying to direct my energy into calming my flaming cheeks, to catch her silent question.
"I do not know, we 'ave already sent out the wedding invitations. And 'e may not be able to come anyway, with ze Death Eaters at 'is house. Astoria, what do you theenk?"
Aw...I could see Fred trying to stifle a laugh and Ginny whacked him with a nearby book. Last night Fred had asked me if we weren't going to mention Draco at all, how would we distinguish the two "He-who-must-not-be-named's?"
"It's your wedding, Fleur, invite whoever you want," I smiled at her. Inside, I was screaming-NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO N-
"Alright then, after all...we should invite 'im, after all, 'e is a member of ze Order...And 'e can apparate now, can 'e not, Tori?"
"Yes," I said shortly. First the actually pretty useful metaphor about Draco, now this. But why should I care who Fleur did or didn't invite? I chided myself.
Over the next few days with the flurry of the arrival of the Delacours, Harry's birthday, and the onslaught of jobs brought on by the upcoming wedding, all of them together successfully managed to keep my mind well away from Draco. However, unfortunately, this left me unknowing, until the last minute, wether he would be attending the wedding or not.
Which made me, on the morning of the wedding, almost as nervous as Fleur herself.
The Burrow had never looked cleaner-junk that had previously littered the corners were replaced with plants: the overall effect of the Burrow was much cleaner and cheerier. The chickens were shut up in their coop, the yard neatly groomed, plucked, spruced and de-gnomed, courtesy of us teens. The Delacours had earlier arrived by Portkey on a nearby hill and let in by a flustered Mr. Weasley.
Charlie had also arrived, and was promptly forced into a chair by Mrs. Weasley, threatening to force him to convince Bill to let her give him a haircut.
I was standing in my room the morning of the weddings as I was putting the finishing touches to my hair-a curly bun, but with smaller strands around my face-close to the same style I had worn it for the Yule Ball almost three years ago. Other than that, I was still in my pajamas, and I was just putting a spell on the hair to make it stay in place, when I heard a voice from downstairs that shocked me so badly my wand went flying, rolling out into the hallway.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley, thank you for inviting me," came Draco's cool voice.
"Of course, dear, you're in the Order now, and-well, you've come to be a friend to us as well. Was it hard getting here?"
"Actually, not at all. All of the-" he dropped his voice, probably to whisper the words "Death Eaters." "-left this morning except for my mother, and I told her I wasn't feeling well and that I would be in my room all day. I have spells set up so that if she calls to me, she'll hear my voice answer." Mrs. Weasley murmured something, probably words of praise.
"Well, do you know where they went, dear?" she continued in a worried voice. I was contemplating wether I should inch out and grab my wand-but that would put me in full view of them. The railing was in full view of the door.
"No, I don't-I couldn't figure-" he stopped as I sort of lurched out from the doorway and bent down to pick up my wand with as much dignity as I could muster.
"Hello, Astoria," he said in an odd voice.
"Good morning, Draco," I turned around slowly, wincing and trying to give him a smile, but it probably looked like I was just showing my teeth. I could tell Mrs. Weasley was struggling with what to say as she stood there, smiling awkwardly.
"Well, I've got to get ready!" I rushed back into my room, slamming the door.
Stupid Malfoy!
I continued to get ready with Ginny and Hermione, all the while ranting at Draco silently in my head. I hadn't seen him since he arrived, and I intended to keep it that way.
Ginny and Hermione both looked lovely-Ginny in her bridesmaid gown and Hermione in her red dress-Hermione was also carrying a beaded bag that I had found highly suspicious ever since I'd heard a noise that sounded almost like clunking coming from it.
I myself was wearing a deep blue gown-it came to my knees, where it billowed out when I spun. The sleeves were about an inch thick, where they sat on the edges of my shoulders.
"You both look beautiful," I told them as Gabrielle breezed past the door, grinning and waving at us as her silver hair floated out behind her, carried in an invisible breeze. The term "Mini-Fleur" crossed my mind, not for the first time.
"Coming, Astoria?" Hermione asked as she and Ginny started to leave the bathroom.
"I'll be a few minutes," I smiled. It was exactly, noon, I didn't have to be down for a while. When they were gone I let out a huge groan, slumping forward and resting my elbows on the sink, my head on my knuckles.
Why had Draco left me? That "not compatible" comment really had me questioning myself. And-
"You alright, Astoria?"
"What? Oh, yes!" I jumped up, grinning at Harry's puzzled expression. "I'm fine."
"Alright. You look nice," he commented.
"Thanks, Harry. You do too."
There was a general flurry of movement about the house for the next hour, and it mainly consisted of Mrs. Weasley frantically asking all of us if she'd remembered to invite so-and-so, if she'd remembered to clean this-and-that, spattered with comments about how lovely we all looked.
I managed to walk in on Fred and George explaining animatedly about what veela cousins Fleur must have to Draco-boy, I backed out of that conversation fast-attempted to, anyway.
"Ah, here's our favorite honorary Weasley!" George said loudly, pulling me back in by the arm and putting me in between him and Fred, where they both draped an arm over my shoulders. I wondered what Draco would have said to that if we had still been dating, then mentally shook myself for even thinking that.
"We were just telling Draco-"
"About Fleur's veela cousins!"
"And of course, we've got someone to-"
"Set you up as well, because-"
"YOU CAN'T BE SINGLE TONIGHT!" They chorused together.
"What, are you two drunk or something?" I asked sarcastically, laughing up at George to avoid locking eyes with Draco.
"Of course not!" They chorus. "Not for our brother's wedding! Though maybe for yours..." Both get a mischievous look in their eyes, and they grin at each other over my head.
"Of course, you'd obviously let us do a speech in our intoxicated state, wouldn't you love?" Fred teased jokingly.
"Oh, shut it," I laughed. "You go on talking about the veela cousins and I'll-"
"Wait, aren't you part veela, Astoria?" Fred and George are silent after Draco's question-but only for a second before they burst out laughing, bent over and slapping their knees, all but rolling on the ground while I looked at Draco oddly.
"Wow guys, I think I'm kind of offended here! If you two think it's that ridiculous-"
"Not-"
"That," they gasped. "You don't understand-"
"Your child-like mind-"
"Doesn't understand!"
"You'll get it someday, sweetheart," they chorused together. They were holding their stomachs now, and my eyes slid over to Draco, who was as red as I'd ever seen him.
"Maybe it's good she doesn't get it, for your sake, mate," Fred melodramatically wiped away a fake tear and rested an elbow on Draco's shoulder, who was still red.
Even I was starting to turn a bit pink, and I didn't evenknow what they're going on about!
"Childlike mind?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry Tori, we meant-"
"Your fully mature-"
"Adult like-"
"You know, I think it's creepy how you do that," I interrupt. "Hey look, a veela!" I point dramatically toward the window.
"Where?" Fred and George stumble over themselves, trying to get toward the window where, incidentally, there is no one in sight. Except, as a matter of fact, a rather old lady who is strolling across the lawn on the arm of Charlie.
"That's no veela, that's our aunt Muriel!"
"Exactly," I grinned as I waited for them to get it.
"Hey! You sneak!" They yelled as one.
"Learned from the best," I grinned, whacking Fred upside the head as I dashed out.
At the last minute, Mrs. Weasley decided to change Draco's appearance as well as Harry's so it would never get back to the Death Eaters that he had been here. His transformation wasn't as drastic as Harry's Polyjuice potion, but Draco had donned a stockier build for the night along with Weasley-red hair; his face was also slightly altered, but just enough so that you could only recognize him as himself if you knew him well, and looked very, very hard.
This was all courtesy of Tonks, who was an expert in partial human transfiguration. Which made sense, because she was an Animagus.
Draco's name was "Brent" for the night, and he was masquerading as "Barny's" (Harry's) older brother.
Ron, Fred, George, and "Barny and Brent" were now standing outside the canvas walls of the great white wedding tent that had been erected in the orchard, awaiting the 3:00 arrival of the guests. They had started to show people to their seats; there were also gold-jacketed band members and white-robed waiters for the reception afterwards.
Inside the tent sat rows upon rods of golden chairs, lined uniformly on either side of the purple aisle. Gold and white glowers climbed the poles that supported the tent, and the light summer breeze of August rustled the leaves in the orchards' trees visible from the entry arch.
Before long, a procession had formed and was beginning to make its way toward the marquee and toward the group of boys looking daunted at seating that number of people.
Hermione and I were standing in the middle to help assist those needing extra help. It came clear that we were about to lose Fred and George when voices came floating in-
"Excellent, I think I see a few veela cousins-"
"Not so fast, your Holiness!" Fred responded.
I crane my neck and suppress my urge to laugh as Fred assisted several pretty French girls to their seats. Fred catches my eye and mouths-You're dancing, no moping! I rolled my eyes and smiled, turning away. Maybe it would be good for me, though, to start thinking about boys other than Draco, open up to dating again. After all, I can't be moping over Malfoy forever, and he certainly doesn't look like he's having a bad time as he escorts one of the "veela cousins" too their seats.
Astoria. Unclench teeth, unclench fists.
Two can play that game.
A\N-another fight! They certainly can't seem to agree on anything, except for the fact that they love each other. Until now! What will happen? Dun dun dun...thank you all who reviewed and read last chapter-I see how many people read this, and I am so thankful to each one, even if you don't review. Although I would prefer if you did. PLEASE REVIEW! THEY MOTIVATE ME UPDATE FASTER!
-Cassia