Chapter 04 / Dancing in the Sheets
I never expected to be telling my gravest of mistakes to Ginny Weasley. But then again, I never really expected to be making any grave mistakes. The past day and a half had passed by me in a blur of events and faces that were hard to decipher and as distanced as I found myself feeling from that strange morning when I opened my eyes and realized that for the first very time, I was not alone in my bed, I couldn't deny the reality that it hadn't been that long ago. I also couldn't deny the fact that something very elemental had changed between Draco and me, though I wasn't exactly sure as to what that was and I was in no hurry to say such things aloud.
That didn't change the fact that little Ginny Weasley was gazing at me expectantly, waiting for me to confirm or deny her unusually accurate suspicions. I couldn't have stopped the guilty look that flashed across my face or the rapid beating against my rib cage as I tried to think of something to say. I needed a reason, an excuse, for what I had done. I needed something, though I didn't know exactly what it was or why it seemed so very important, despite everything in my head that was telling me I had made a huge mistake. I'm a grown woman, I reasoned. If I want to sleep with Draco Malfoy, I'll sleep with Draco Malfoy. If I want to sleep with Ron, or Harry, or Professor Snape – I would rather drink poison than sleep with Professor Snape. Never the less, the point is that I can whatever I want. I was technically considered legal in the wizarding world. If I wanted to get drunk and have a one night stand with Draco Malfoy, then dammit! That was what I was going to do, and no one was going to stop me from that. "Yes, Gin. I slept with Malfoy." I said smoothly. My eyes quickly bulged when I realized what I'd just done. What was that, Hermione? Dammit, girl! You weren't really supposed to say that!
I wasn't sure what I had expected from Ginny. Perhaps I'd expected that her head would explode from shock, or perhaps I expected for her to just sit there, staring at me and wondering how exactly I'd lost my mind. Or maybe I'd expected her to start yelling, lecturing me on things like modesty and moral grounds and lines that you didn't cross, asking me how I could possibly have fallen into bed with an enemy of muggles and muggle-borne wizards everywhere. Judging by her pacing and her sudden girlish squeal of delight, though, she wasn't quite as horrified as I'd expected. As a matter of fact, she seemed to be rather happy about it.
"Oh, Hermione, this is great!" she squealed, giving me a big hug. I frowned at the wall behind her in confusion, thoroughly flabbergasted at her response. "All this time I was thinking you wouldn't understand about me and Harry! And now this!" Ginny pulled away from me and smiled and my eyes reconnected with her face, searching for a trace of displeasure or frustration towards me and disturbingly finding none.
"Huh?" I'm probably lucky that there weren't any flies at Hogwarts, my mouth hung open for so long.
"Okay, so you have to tell me everything." she commanded, taking a seat on a bed across from me. "How was it? What was it like? Was it good? Did you make a lot of noise? How did he touch you? Oh Merlin, how was he? 'Cause he looks like he would be a truly excellent shag." I can't believe my ears.
"Um..." I tried to think of what to do, what to say. What are you supposed to say in these kinds of situations? "I don't know." Ginny frowned.
"You don't know?" she asked me, confusion written across on her features. I chuckled nervously, wanting desperately to be talking about anything in the universe except what we were talking about.
"Well..." I tried to look anywhere in the room except in her direction. "I mean... I kind of... I mean I sort... Well, I mean don't exactly... remember." I admitted. Her face fell.
"What do you mean you don't remember?" Ginny asked in disbelief. "How can you not remember? You slept with a Greek god and you don't remember." Sudden realization flashed across her face and she leaned toward me, speaking in hushed tones. "The sex can't have been that bad." she whispered to me. I blushed furiously at the thought.
"Ginny!"
"What? I was only asking." she said innocently. I sighed and shook my head.
"No, I... I think I was drunk." I confessed. "Really, really drunk." Ginny gave me an uncomprehending look, as though I were speaking a foreign language and had just said something gloriously complex that no English person could possibly understand.
"You were drunk?" she asked me. "You. You were drunk." I groaned and nodded. She shook her head and grimaced before standing up and resuming her former position, arms once again crossed over her chest. "You didn't sleep with Malfoy." she declared, annoyance in her voice. I frowned. If only I could will it so that easily.
"What do you mean I didn't sleep with Malfoy?" I asked. "Of course I did." She shook her head, sending bright locks of red hair flying this way and that.
"Hermione, you don't do anything rash. You don't forget to study. You don't cheat on exams. You make sure to eat something from every food group at dinner. You don't sleep with your mortal enemy. And you most certainly don't get pissed." I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't. Not even five minutes ago she was squealing for joy at my indiscretion. Now she was saying that I made the whole thing up?
"Ginny, I slept with Draco Malfoy." I told her. "I slept with him." She shook her head.
"Hermione, you need a hobby." Ginny said. "Listen, my friend Cassie gave me this thing shaped like a carrot. It's some sort of muggle device and I'll tell you, it's brilliant. You should try it." I stood up and glared at her.
"Ginny, I slept with Draco Malfoy." I said again. Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed.
"No, 'Mione. You couldn't possibly have." she said.
"And why not?" I asked, starting to get angry. She didn't even hesitate before she responded.
"Look, 'Mione, don't take this personally. It's just... you're not that pretty." she said easily. I felt a surge of white hot anger rise in my chest as I glared at her. "And besides, if I'd slept with Draco Malfoy, I certainly would've remembered." she said matter-of-factly as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. Forget Draco Malfoy. I wanted to throttle not-so-little Ginny Weasley. I resisted the urge to grab her long red hair and rip every last strand out of her head.
"Ginerva Weasley, I slept with Draco Malfoy." I growled. "I rode him like a broomstick. I took him for all he had. We went at it like rabbits. We did the horizontal hoola. He was begging me for more." Somewhere along the line, my mouth and my brain must've lost track of each other, because I ran away with my words a little and might have exaggerated just a tad. Then again, I supposed, I might not have. It wasn't like I could remember for sure.
"I thought you couldn't remember." Ginny accused. I groaned and fell back on the bed. She stood, watching for a moment before gazing around inconspicuously. "Okay, so tell me this." I looked up as she took a seat next to me, biting her lip. "How big was he?" I felt my face grow hot and she grinned. "Don't tell me you don't remember."
"Oh no, I remember." I've only been dreaming about it every time I close my eyes since he so graciously put it on display.
"Well?" she prompted. I sighed and closed my eyes, unable to bear the embarrassment of the whole situation that I'd found myself in.
"Pretty big." I choked out after a moment. She squealed again and grabbed my hand.
"So how's it feel?" she asked me. I looked up at her, frowning.
"How does what feel?" I asked.
"You know..." she replied. When I didn't say anything she rolled her eyes and filled in the blank. "Not being a virgin anymore." Ginny explained. Well, I wish I could take it all back, so obviously not that good.
"Why?" I asked, sitting up. "Why does it matter? Now there's this big rumor around school –"
"Several, actually." Ginny said quickly.
"All of my friends know-"
"You don't have any friends." I glared up at her interruption. "Oh, except for me, Harry, and Ron of course." she added quickly. I sighed.
"All of the teachers are going to hear about it-" Realization struck me like a fifty pound mallet. The teachers! Dumbledore! Dumbledore was going to know that I'd slept with Draco Malfoy! I cradled my head in my hands. "Dumbledore's going to know"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about hm." Ginny said. I looked at her.
"Gin, I could get in a lot of trouble over this." I told her. "I could lose my position." She scoffed.
"Hermione, the man is practically centuries old. He probably doesn't even remember what he ate for breakfast." Ginny said. Somehow her words didn't comfort me. I couldn't believe what a mess I'd gotten myself into. If only there was something I could do about it.
"If only I could remember." I cried. She frowned at me and thought for a long moment.
"Well, I suppose there's always Professor Trelawny." Ginny suggested. I felt like someone had just run me over with a Mac truck. Professor Trelawny? That old bat?
"Professor Trelawny?" I asked, grimacing as Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "How do you mean?"
"Take a look or two in her crystal ball. See what comes up." she said. She made it sound deceptively easy, but also deceptively tempting.
"I can't do that." I said quickly, shaking my head. I jumped up and paced back and forth, listing all of the reasons why it was a terrible idea in my head. "That... that would be... Merlin, Gin, I do have a boyfriend." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"You should do it." Ginny told me. I gazed at her in disbelief. "Look, if you really want an answer about what happened, you should. I don't see any other options." Did I? I pondered it for a long moment. Did I really want an answer about what happened? It can't have been anything good for me to end up in that position. Ginny watched me in frustration, waiting for me to come to a decision. We both glanced up when there came a quiet knock on the door and a small face peaked in. I recognized it immediately as that of little Sarah Abbott, a first year. She glanced between the two of us nervously, obviously catching on that we were in the middle of a serious conversation.
"Umm..." she began quietly. "I- I'm very sorry to interrupt, but... um... Ron Weasley," She looked at Ginny nervously. "Well, he invited that Pavarti Patil to the common room, and then Pavarti caught him looking at another girl, and now they're fighting. The first years are all hiding, but they made me come and tell you because... um..." I felt bad for her. I sighed and stopped pacing.
"Of course." I murmured to myself. I smiled gently at her. "Thank you for coming to get me." I said appreciatively. She nodded in relief. Ginny rolled her eyes as we both followed her out and down the stairs to the common room.
"What a fat head." Ginny said just loud enough to hear. I laughed, feeling some of the tension from Ginny's interrogation beginning to slip away. My relaxation was only temporary, however. As we neared the common room, I could hear the screeching sound of yelling between two people.
"I'm your girlfriend Ronald, not just someone you shag sometimes!" Pavarti screamed.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Ron defended himself. "I just said she looked nice today!"
"You were fondling her butt!" Pavarti yelled. Ginny and I froze on the steps, looking back at each other and struggling not to laugh.
"I was complimenting her clothes!" Ron replied. I smothered a grin with my hand. Would Ronald never learn?
(O)(O)(O)(O)
I found my way back to my room and stumbled into the portrait tiredly. I kicked off my shoes and walked into the bathroom, pulling my hair and shaking it loose of the braid. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to manage with only one hand, but I somehow got through it. It was even more difficult to shrug myself out of my uniform and by the time that I'd managed it, I didn't even want to bother trying to slide on my pajamas. I curled up into my bed in just my underwear, sighing at the feeling of the soft sheets against my bare skin. If there was anything that I could applaud the Headmaster about, it was his choice for décor.
I spent a while trying to fall asleep. I figured whatever it was that Madame Pomfrey had given me was probably to blame, since I'd slept so long in the infirmary. I kept readjusting myself, thinking about what I'd have to make up for classes. Homework wasn't exactly easy for seventh years, and it wasn't meant to be. This was going to be my last year in Hogwarts, and the Professors were testing us to make sure that we'd absorbed everything we could so that we were ready for final exams. I rolled on my side and stared at my book shelves for a long moment. There was a lot of reading to be made up. I grimaced as I laid eyes on the books that I'd gotten from the library the night before. Fat load of help they'd been. I'd have to return them tomorrow, or maybe the day after that. Madame Pince would understand if I returned the books a little late, wouldn't she? After all, I was Head Girl, and it wasn't like I could really carry them with my arm the way it was.
I tried to be mad at Draco, to think something really vile and threatening about him for getting me into this whole situation, but I found strangely that I couldn't. He'd been acting so strangely, taking his role as Head Boy seriously and hushing me back in the infirmary after he'd brought me there. He'd even gotten me breakfast. I wanted to be mad at him, I really, really did, but I just couldn't. I was mad the situation, at what I'd done, about what I'd have to do to fix all of it. Mostly though, I discovered, I was really mad at myself, and I didn't know why. I rolled over again and clenched my eyes closed, determined to fall asleep.
Hermione wrapped her legs around Draco and dug her nails into his back, letting out a loud moan as he pushed into her roughly. She closed her eyes, pushing herself against him and moving her hips with him. "Oh... Oh, Draco...Yes! Oh, Dracooooooo!" Draco collapsed on the bed beside her, and Hermione couldn't stop the satisfied smile from crossing her face. Draco looked over at her and gave her one of his trademark smirks. He pushed himself up on his elbows and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She looked so beautiful...
"Hermione..." he whispered. She slowly opened her eyes, smiling blissfully when she saw him. "Hermione, I lov-"
I opened my eyes slowly, a cool morning breeze greeting me. I frowned. No matter how matter mad I was at myself, this dream thing simply wouldn't do. I sighed, stretching quickly before I sat up and leaned my back against the head rest. The sheets lay at my waist and the morning air brushed against my skin. After that dream, the cool breeze felt heavenly. I threw the blanket off my legs and stood up, getting ready for the day.
I ran into the bathroom, frowning as I looked in the mirror. There was no way I was going to get my bra off with only one hand. It simply wasn't possible, and I didn't feel like using my wand to charm it off. That would've been... well, it would've been weird. I would just have to skip my bath that morning. I brushed my hair, leaving it down instead of pulling it back like I normally do before struggling to get a shirt over my head and sliding on my skirt. It occurred to me that it would've been a good idea to invite Ginny to spend the night with me so she could help me in the morning, but I managed alright. I made a mental note to stop by the infirmary and ask Madame Pomfrey when the cast could come off. I grimaced in the mirror before leaving the bathroom, smiling happily in greeting at the house elf who'd come in to make my bed and grab my laundry to be cleaned. I hated having the house elves do such things, but when I'd been assigned to the room I was, I had met the house elf who had my route. He'd been none too pleased when I told him that he didn't have to do anything and that I didn't mind doing it for myself, and after he fixed me with a dead, rather withering glare that would have terrified even you-know-who, I let him go about his business. Today was no different, and I decided not to interfere as he already seemed particularly unhappy – though I was beginning to believe that was probably just his nature.
I turned toward the door, grabbing my bag off my desk and making sure I had everything I needed before sliding on my shoes and socks and finally heading out. I rubbed sleep from my eyes to be sure that I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing, and then glared at Draco. "What are you doing here?" I asked in annoyance. He greeted me with a wide, toothy grin and an elegant bow.
"I'm here to escort you to breakfast." he said smoothly. I took him in quickly, noticing unhappily that once again he looked perfect. Every strand of hair was in place. His uniform had been pressed and was wrinkle free.
It should be against wizard law to look that good.
"Aren't you afraid that the other Slytherins will see you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He shook his head nonchalantly, pale blond bangs falling into his eyes. I almost reached up and brushed them out of the way, unconsciously curious just what it would feel like to run my hands through his hair.
"I'm merely making sure a fellow student gets breakfast and doesn't strain herself and her injury." he said. Now this really was odd, even for Draco.
"Then aren't you afraid that a Gryffindor will hex you?" I asked. It was certainly a possibility. Everyone in Gryffindor had fantasized about such a thing at one time or another. She knew that Ronald had even come up with a rather complex plan as to how to do so and not get caught. It had ultimately backfired, however, and it took Madame Pomfrey quite a while to put his nose back on. Draco threw back his head and laughed, and I took that as a no. He held out his arm for me and I stared at it before choosing not to accept it and walking on ahead as I had done yesterday. Just as he'd done yesterday, he caught up to me and we walked evenly paced, pretending not to be glancing at each other from the corners of our eyes.
When we got to the great hall, I scanned the Gryffindor table for Ginny and took a seat beside her, unaware that Draco was indeed following me still and was taking a seat beside me. The great hall silenced when they saw this, and I pretended to be ignoring it, squirming under Ginny's gaze as she gave me a sly grin. I noticed Blaise Zabini watching us from the Slytherin table, a rather large grin also on his face as he shook his head at Draco. I looked at him beside me to see him glaring at Blaise and wondered that he didn't feel even the least bit out of place. I looked down the table to see Harry and Ron, and basically everyone else, giving Draco the deadliest glare that I'd ever seen in my life. Ginny appeared to be the only one remotely friendly toward him – and Ginny had been having a problem lately of being a little too friendly with everyone. "So, Draco, how's the Quidditch practice going? The teams this year are going to be absolutely brutal with the try outs." Ginny asked casually. Draco
buttered a piece of toast and even though he still looked rather menacing and cold (perhaps that was simply how his face had been formed), he answered her politely.
"Too true, but we've a promising group this year." Draco said, taking a bite of his toast. "And we've added an extra set of practices to be sure everyone's in top form." He grimaced. "Imagine players taking a break from Quidditch over the summer."
"Oh, I know. It's such a problem." Ginny agreed. I looked toward her, marveling at how the two of them were having a perfectly civilized conversation so easily. Slytherin and Gryffindor had been at each other's throats for the past... well... ever since Hogwarts had begun and they formed the separate houses. "Can you believe that Bulgaria lost to Stonewall in the games last year?" she asked. "Travesty to Quidditch, that was."
"Bloody tragic." Draco agreed.
"Puddlemere United's in the running this year." Charlie Colfer added in. "They're favored by the Ministry."
"But Puddlemere's no competition for the Chudley Cannons." Irene Scrafford said. "They've got Rodney Sellers as seeker this year." Draco frowned and looked at her.
"I thought he was with Appleby Arrows for another year." Draco said. Irene shook her head.
"He got out of his contract early and transferred." she answered.
"Well, with a record like his, s'ppose you could do just about anything you wanted." Charlie said.
"Bloody hell." Ginny said, sighing.
"I expect the Wimbourne Wasps to put up more of a fight and make a splash." Draco told him. Charlie and Irene nodded.
I eyed an omelet hungrily, scooping some of it onto my plate. I couldn't resist smiling at Draco for even the few moments of peace that had been brought to the table and between two houses that were known to be mortal enemies. He saw me and smirked, nodding his head to my plate. "Hells bells, 'Mione. Malfoy fancies you." Ginny whispered in my ear. I couldn't stop smiling all through breakfast, and I still didn't know why.
(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)
By the time that breakfast was over, half the table had been brought into the debate over the year's Quidditch line up. I shook my head in amusement, pondering that a sport such as Quidditch could bring together even mortal enemies. I didn't even mind when Draco escorted to me through the halls to class, earning me more than a few glares from the other female students. Well, I thought, if anything this was going to confirm the rumors going around the school, but I didn't think I cared. I couldn't stop looking at him and smiling. "Keep at it, your face might freeze that way." Draco warned me. I glared at him and he laughed. "That's better."
"That was... that was pretty cool what you did." I said, not believing that I was actually saying what I was saying. He looked at me quizzically.
"What I did?" he asked.
"Yes. You... you just..." I couldn't find the words to say what I wanted to say. "You were..." He seemed to understand and was amused by my lack of ability to express myself.
"What's this?" he asked in surprise. "The great Hermione Granger, speechless?" I glared at him and sighed, stopping to look at him properly.
"No." I said, fixing him with a scowl. "I just mean... that today's breakfast was perhaps the most pleasant I've had in quite a while." I said stubbornly. He grinned.
"Well, gee, Granger. I like you." he said before heading in the direction of his own class. I stared after him curiously, wondering what had gotten into him and whether I had to worry about the drinking water.
Transfiguration was grueling as Professor McGonagle had chosen a particularly difficult group of spells for the students to master that year, but it was nothing compared to potions. Professor Snape didn't look at all pleased when I strolled into the room with Draco, nor did any of the Slytherins for that matter. I brushed it off; since when had I cared what they thought? Harry and Ron, on the other hand, I did care about, and they looked just about livid with me as the Slytherins did. The only people in the room who weren't glaring at me murderously were Charlie and Irene, who just looked bored but felt bad for me and gave me a friendly nod. I smiled at them appreciatively and took a seat, silently praying that the hour went by as quickly as possible.
Professor Snape was especially rude to the Gryffindor students that day, mostly to me. When I raised my hand, he would openly comment on how I was a know-it-all snob and to let the other students have a go at it for once. Depressively, I heard the Slytherins and even some of the Gryffindors chuckling quietly at that. I felt the slightest bit vindicated when he gave all of them detention for insubordination – though I'm sure that no one really understood on what grounds. Harry and Ron wouldn't even look at me. I sighed to myself. So the peace really had only been temporary.
When the hour was finally up, Harry and Ron rushed past me before I could say anything. I opened my mouth as they passed, and I was sure that they saw that I was trying to speak to them, but it didn't seem to matter. It wasn't fair, really. Draco was Head Boy, and I was actually supposed to be on good terms with him. It seemed that prejudice really was alive and well in Hogwarts. Irene and Charlie, on the hand, were pleasant. They walked over to me as I gathered up my things. "Professor Snape really is a git." Irene said. "Though it was funny to see half the class in trouble."
"I'm sorry you guys." I said, feeling completely dejected. I slumped in my seat.
"You shouldn't worry about it." Charlie told me. "Snape's had it for us since first year. You know that." I sighed.
"I know, but this all happened because..." I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Irene rolled her eyes and sat down in the seat next to me.
"Listen, Hermione. We Gryffindors like to spout that the Slytherins are so terrible because they're all dark wizards and they hate muggles and muggle borne wizards and basically everyone who's not one of them." Irene said. "The truth is, we've gotten so used to hating them that sometimes we're no better."
"Give it time." Charlie suggested. "People'll come around eventually." I pondered that I hadn't had much contact with these two people before. They seemed like good, level headed individuals. Why hadn't the three of us become friends sooner? "Besides, that Malfoy's right about the Wimbourne Wasps. Right good head for Quidditch, that one. Reckon he'll probably go pro after school."
"I've got my eyes on a different position, actually." Draco said, setting down his books on a table and joining the conversation. Charlie looked at him, interested, as Irene smiled and winked at me.
"Oh? I didn't have you figured for management." Charlie said. "Thought you'd like to be in the rough of things." Draco laughed. It was really a pleasant laugh...
"Oh, I do. I do." he said, nodding in agreement. "I was thinking of something for here at Hogwarts, actually."
"Really?" Charlie asked. We were all paying attention to him now.
"I was thinking about an interhouse team." he said. Charlie and Irene both looked at him in surprise. Actually, I'm pretty sure I did too.
"An interhouse team?" I asked. "How do you plan to go about that?" He gave me a sly look.
"That's where you come in, Granger. As Head Girl, I am going to need your support." he told me. "And some fine Quidditch players who don't mind a Slytherin or two, of course." He looked pointedly at Irene and Charlie, who looked at him in complete shock.
"I'm not a Quidditch player." Irene said frankly, laughing as she grabbed her things and left.
"Aye." Charlie agreed. "Neither am I. Sorry, Malfoy, but if you want the team to have a chance, you'll have to do better than that." Draco shook his head.
"My sense is with a little practice and direction, you'll be quite the beater." Draco told him. Charlie looked surprised and flattered before laughing it off and following Irene out of the classroom. I gazed at him quizzically.
"An interhouse team?" I asked. He shrugged. "Draco Malfoy, what exactly are you up to?" He smirked, and I suddenly realized that I'd never seen him quite so... happy, as he'd been since this whole mess started. Huh. Didn't that just figure?
"Are you ready for your nex-"
"Coming through!" Ginny screamed as she burst into the room. She paused for a moment to catch her breath before turning to Draco. "Sorry, Draco, need to borrow 'Mione for help with some extra credit work." she said quickly, grabbing my injured arm and pulling me out. I howled as I grabbed my bag just in time and threw it over my shoulder. She dragged me through the halls past people who were now shuffling into different classrooms. She pulled me past Harry and Ron and it crossed my mind to stop and put this whole thing straight, but she wouldn't let me.
"Ginny, where are we going? What extra credit work?" I asked. We stopped just in front of the long, spiraling staircase that I knew so well and remembered with less than fond memories. "Oh, no. No, no, no."
"Hermione, you said you wanted to know, and this is how you'll know!" Ginny exclaimed. I shook my head.
"No way am I going up to talk to that old coot." I said furiously. She glared at me.
"Hermione Granger, are you really going to let this opportunity pass you by, and never know what happened between you and Draco?" she asked me sternly.
"Absolutely." I said easily. She rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm.
"Well, I'm not." she said, pulling me up the stairs.
A/N: sigh, everytime I type the title, I can't help but think how much I HATE it. LOL but I wasn't feeling terribly imaginative at the time and I really just wanted to post it.
Anyway, I know all of you are probably tired of excuses for not updating, but here goes. My sleeping schedule is so screwed up that I wake up around 6PM and go to bed at 9AM. This wouldn't be quite so bad if I weren't the only one who walks the dogs, and if everyone else in the house were just finishing their work for the day and coming to congregate in my room because I have a killer monitor and a DVD drive on my computer. So we spend most of the time vegging to a movie, and I get almost no computer time to myself to write.
Anyway, I just want to say thanks to everyone reading! I'm so happy to see so many people enjoying the fic, and I hope everyone continues to enjoy it! I know, it moves a bit quickly, but don't worry, I've got a lot in store for the future! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!