Pig burst through the door, dropping the Daily Prophet on Fred's head, as he always did. In Fred's life, every alarm clock he'd owned had ended up shattered and broken on the floor within the first ten minutes it began to go off. But no matter how much Fred loved staying in bed, he'd never swiped at Pig. For the small price of an owl treat, he was able to get up on time.

Groaning, he sat up to find that he was alone in bed. From the kitchen he could hear the hushed voices of his nieces and Marlene, trying not to wake him; he couldn't help smiling.

Looking down at the paper, he felt pride swell in his chest. Marlene's name was splashed on nearly every article and she was listed at the bottom of the front page as the head writer. He was truly proud of her success…

Setting the paper aside, he padded over to where he kept his robes. Swearing, he found that the entire closet was bare; there wasn't one clean set. Frowning, he picked up the set he was wearing yesterday and did a quick de-wrinkling charm on them. With another quick scourgify to clean his body, he ran a brush through his hair, and donned yesterday's robes before making his way into the kitchen.

It didn't seem so strange to be wearing yesterday's robes, as all of the girls were too; there hadn't been time to grab new robes and such. He walked in on them whipping up a large batch of pancakes.

"Smells good," Fred yawned sleepily. "What's on the menu this morning?"

Molly rushed over to him and hugged him around the legs, "Chocolate chippy pancakes," She screeched excitedly. "Yummy!"

Bridget was sitting quietly at the table, eating her chocolate chip pancakes dripping in syrup and downing them with a glass of milk. "Good morning Uncle Fred," She laughed lazily, "Auntie Marlene made some pancakes and they're better than yours!"

Fred feigned sorrow, "Better than mine?" Pretending to wipe tears away, he slumped down in his seat, "I don't think I'll ever recover!"

Giggling, Lilliane pressed a kiss to his cheek, smearing chocolate all over it. "Don't worry; I still like your pancakes!"

Millicent smiled at the four of them sitting at a table made for two. It was a tight squeeze but they didn't look uncomfortable; they looked so natural sitting there, eating pancakes and joking. Finishing up the last of the batter, she flipped the pancakes onto her own plate and leaned against the counter, eating slowly. It had been years since she indulged like this…

Looking up, he frowned. Marlene was standing alone in the kitchen with her pancakes; she deserved to be sitting with all of them. After all, she had been the one who made breakfast and, well, she was as much a part of this group as he was. Standing, he quickly transfigured the coffee table into a chair. "Marlene, come sit with us…you know, if you want." He said, his ears turning pink as he spoke.

"Sure," She answered and made her way over to the chair. Sandwiched between Fred and Bridget, she had never been so happy to be awake at quarter to eight in the morning.

Lilliane babbled excitedly about meeting their new baby sister while Molly picked apart her pancakes with her fingers. It was Bridget who took the initiative in hurrying them through cleanup. "Come on, we have to be there in fifteen minutes to see mommy and Lila!" Subsequently, she threw all the dishes into the sink and made Molly and Lilliane wash their hands in the bathroom.

Standing, Millicent began putting on her shoes when she noticed Fred's face and laughed. "Fred, you have chocolate smeared on your cheek."

Rolling his eyes, he smirked, "Lilliane kissed me this morning." He rubbed his cheek with his hand vigorously. "Did I get it?"

He had succeeded in spreading it around even further. "Here, let me," She answered, stifling a laugh. Taking her napkin, she wetted it gently in the glass of water she had been drinking and wiped his face. "There, good as new."

Smiling sheepishly, he looked away from her, "Thanks." Fred knew that without a doubt, his ears were burning with embarrassment. Firing up the floo, he threw a handful in, "St. Mungo's, Maternity Ward!" He herded each of the girls through and then turned to Marlene, "Ladies first!"

His hand pressed into the small of her back as he helped her through the floo. Millicent couldn't stop the electric pulse that went through her; stomping down the impulse to kill him senseless, she picked Molly up and went over to the reception desk.

An older witch stared down her nose at Millicent, "Can I help you, miss?"

Shifting Molly in her arms, she plastered a fake smile on her face, "We're here to see Fleur Weasley and baby Lila."

"Are you family?" She snapped, standing up from her place at the reception desk. "It's family only!"

Fred frowned as he stepped through the floor last and heard a nurse yelling at Marlene. Taking both Bridget and Lilliane's hand, he strode over to the desk. "Madame, I am Fred Weasley, I've brought Fleur and Bill's three other children to visit this morning." He didn't hide the annoyance in his voice. He remembered this witch from when Molly was born; she seemed to be even ruder and snippier than ever.

Millicent felt relief wash over her when Fred took charge. But the woman was not letting this go; it seemed like she had a personal vendetta against anyone who visited here. "And what about you, miss, I told you! It's family only!"

An angry blush suffused his face as he shouted, "My wife has every right to see her new niece. Now if you'll just tell us where the bloody hell my sister in law is, it'd be much appreciated!" He enunciated every word, his ire spilling into every word.

With a huff, the woman blurted out a room number and pointed down the hall, looking embarrassed.

Marlene looked embarrassed too; had he really just shouted to half of St. Mungo's that she was his wife? Luckily, Fred was still working on adrenaline and led the way, still holding the girls' hands. Pushing the door back slowly, he felt the tension drain away.

Bill was leaned over the bed where Fleur was holding their newest addition close to her chest. A goofy smile played on his face as he ran his hand down Fleur's white-blonde hair. Looking up, he held his arms out. Bridget and Lilliane ran over, followed by Molly who Millicent had finally put down.

"Baby!" Molly leaned her face down over the new baby and smiled. "Pwetty baby!"

Fleur smiled exhaustedly, "'Er name 'ees Lila Marlene." Looking over at Millicent, she sighed, "Merci, from ze bottom of my 'heart, Marlene. If you didn't help me to ze hospital…zees could have been a very different day." Tears welled in her eyes as she held out her hand to Millicent.

Reaching out, she took Fleur's hand and held it tightly. She couldn't stop the tears from falling down her own cheeks as well, "I'm just glad we were in the right place at the right time," She answered, her voice tight with tears.

"Would you like to hold 'er?" She asked, gently sitting forward and placing the tiny baby in Millicent's arms.

Bill cuddled Molly tightly and kept his other arm around his other two daughters. "She's a little small for her age but with the magical miracles they're performing here, Lila will be just fine. We can even take her home tomorrow," He said with a grin.

Millicent sniffled as she looked down at the beautiful girl in her arms. She had a light dusting of reddish blond hair on her head and when she opened her eyelids, she had bright blue eyes. "She's beautiful," she breathed, cradling the baby in her arms.

Fred watched her, silently. He was still standing in the doorway, not wanting to get too close. His eyes were so focused on Millie and the baby that he didn't notice Bill coming to stand next to him.

"She's pretty great, huh?" Bill asked, smirking conspiratorially. He slung his arm over his brother's shoulder and leaned in, "Can't believe you reeled in a girl like that."

Scoffing, Fred shrugged Bill's arm off and glared, "What are you talking about, William?"

"Oh, so it's William now," He joked. "I must be in big trouble." The look on his younger brother's face was that of a man smitten; Bill had seen that look many times before, especially when looking in the mirror. He loved Fleur with his heart and soul; there was no denying that someday, if Fred didn't screw it up he could love Marlene the same way. "Listen," He started again, sobering his joviality. "Thank you for watching the girls."

Fred shrugged, "We had fun, really. We played in a princess castle, ate pizza and this morning Marlene made chocolate chip pancakes. The girls should be plenty sugar high for you," he smiled wickedly.

Bill couldn't help himself, Fred made it took easy. "Oh, so Marlene stayed over, huh? Sounds mighty romantic, the five of you playing house," He sniggered.

With a sigh, Fred crossed his arms over his chest, "It was definitely not romantic." He answered, keeping his eyes on Marlene and the baby the entire time. "But it certainly was something."

"Brother, you've got it bad," Bill said quietly and clapped him on the back again.

In the meantime, Millicent and Fleur had been chatting about baby clothes, the girls' behavior last night and, of course, Fred. With Lila snuggled sleepily against Millicent, she beamed.

"You've very good wit' zee children, Marlene," Fleur spoke softly, resting her head against the pillow behind her. "Ze girls tell me zey had a wonderful time with Fred an' you yesterday?"

Laughing, Millicent nodded, "We did have fun. They're very special girls, Fleur, you should be very proud."

"Oh we are, Marlene," She gushed happily. "Zey said you all had one big sleepover in Fred's room. I'm zorry sey bothered you an' him!"

Millicent's laughter faded to a nervous twitter, "Oh, Fred and I…we're not like that yet. I mean, probably not ever. We weren't…" Flustered, she stumbled over words. "I just mean that we weren't doing anything and probably won't ever."

Fleur frowned, "Ever? Well zat is not very healthy een a relationship!" She exclaimed, awestruck. Leaning closer, she lowered her voice, "Ze sex ees a very important part!"

A blush bloomed in her cheeks, "Fred and I don't really have a relationship…we're just friends, well, sort of." What were she and Fred anyway? They seemed to be more than friends but they definitely not lovers; boyfriend and girlfriend didn't seem to fit either. And although he had informed nearly the entire hospital that she was his wife…she wasn't that to him either.

Understanding coursed through Fleur, "Don' let him push you away, Marlene. I can see he looks at you like Bill looks at me." A warm smile warmed her face, "Like a man een' love."

Luckily for Millicent, the baby began to fuss hungrily and she was able to defer a response to Fleur's assertion. Fred looked at her like a man in love? She looked across the room and found him watching her; the second their eyes met, he looked away shyly. Bill punched him lightly in the arm and Fred sneered. Was there some sort of family joke here that she wasn't aware of?

Bill took Lila and held her tightly as Fleur undid her nightdress and began to feed the baby. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, lingering as she whispered something to him in French. Nodding, he looked on the verge of speaking when the rest of the Weasley family came busting in.

For the next twenty minutes it was utter chaos while Molly, Arthur, Ron, Ginny, Draco, Charlie and the rest of the family filed in with flowers, gifts and congratulations. Lila, now sated and sleepy, was passed around from person to person, who fell over themselves 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing over the newest addition to the Weasley family.

Millicent noticed that even Draco Malfoy held the little girl and winked over at Ginny who was blushing noticeably. Lastly, the baby was passed to Fred; her tiny hand reached up, swatting at his nose before yawning and snuggling against him.

"Thanks for coming everyone," Bill said and a hush fell over the crowd of them. "Fleur and I are very glad to welcome Lila Marlene Weasley into our family. And we were hoping," He crossed over to Fred and put his arm around his shoulders, "that Fred and Marlene would be her godparents."

Fred paled as he looked over at Marlene who was blushing deeply; but one thing he noticed was that she didn't look upset at the prospect. "Well," he began hesitantly, "We'd be honored." Lila was passed on to Bill only seconds before his mum crushed him in a hug and then did the same to Marlene.

George pushed through the door, nervously stepping past most of the family until he reached Bill. "Erm, congrats mate," He said, holding out yet another bouquet of flowers to be added to the pile. Penelope was conspicuously absent from his side and he looked extremely uncomfortable.

The rude receptionist bustled in after him, face squished into a mask of fury as he strode over to George. "This was sent from the Daily Prophet for your wife," She sneered. "Next time tell her to get her mail at home!"

"Penelope?" He asked, confused and looked at the package. Opening it, a tiny baby outfit and silver rattle clattered to the floor, "Best wishes to the Weasley Family from…Marcus Flint!?" He looked extremely confused as he looked around.

Fred cleared his throat loudly and tapped the angry receptionist on the shoulder. "Oh, there are two of you!" She gasped, surprised. Grabbing the letter and box from George's hand, she walked over to Marlene, "Next time, Mrs. Weasley, get your mail at home!" Dumping the contents into Millicent's hand, she threw her nose in the air and stormed out.

Millicent looked up shyly; thirteen pairs of eyes were trained on her. "It's not what you're thinking," She started, her voice tight with embarrassment.

"What are we thinking, dear?" Arthur asked, smiling broadly at her. "I think that the lovely woman at the front desk has told us everything, has he not?"

Striding over to her, Fred folded his arms. "No, it's really not what you're thinking. We're not married." He said, smiling gently to reassure her.

"You don't have to lie," Charlie said gently. "We're happy for you."

Another voice piped up, this time it was Fleur's, "Oui, Fred, it's nice zat you wouldn't zay anything so zat zees day was all about Lila, but eet ees not necessary."

This was bad, this was very bad. Fred shook his head, "No, you're not understanding," He said desperately. "We're not married!" Eyes scanning around, he found himself looking at his oldest niece, "Bridget! You can tell them, we're not married."

A girlish smile played on her face, "That explains why Auntie Marlene stayed and played with us! And why you were sleeping in the same bed…"

Millicent nearly swallowed her tongue as a murmur of disapproval went through the family. "No! It wasn't like that, we were just sleeping and then…Molly had a bad dream. Nothing happened!"

"Well if they were in the same bed and not doing the deed, they must be married!" Ron laughed, slinging his arm around his new-fiancée Florie.

Rushing over Millicent, Molly senior threw her arms around her. "Welcome to the family, my dear!" Kissing both of her cheeks, she crushed her in a hug again. "But I'm so disgraced you were married without us," She huffed. "We're going to have a proper wedding and NO BUTS!" She cried, cutting both Millicent and Fred off from speaking. "Oh I must call Madame Malkin immediately! There's so much to do!"

Millicent looked over at Fred, eyes pleading for him to say something, anything to make this better. It seemed that he was just as lost as he buried his face in his hands. All over again, the family went into chaos with congratulating and smiling…all she wanted to do was cry. Her only solace came when Fred slipped his hand in hers and whispered, "Come on, we have to talk."

What was happening here? Last week he wouldn't have believed that his life could've spun this far out of his control. But here he was, one week later godfather to his brother's new child and his entire family thought he was married to a woman he barely knew! He waited while she said goodbye, handing them the gifts that Marcus had sent over with good wishes.

When she stepped out of the hospital room, she let out a heavy sigh. "What the hell have we done?" She gripped his hand tightly as they made their way out the front gates of St. Mungo's. Neither knew exactly where they were headed but they both knew that they needed fresh air.

"I don't know, Marlene…but whatever it is, it looks like we're going to be married whether we want to be or not," Fred answered flatly. "When my mother sets her heart on something, it'll get done one way or another."

Stopping, she turned to him. "Fred…I've…" She jammed her free hand through her dark hair, "I've been lying to you." It was now or never.

A puzzled look crossed his face, "What?" He let go of her hand, anger rising in his features. "What do you mean you've been lying to me? You don't really work for the Daily Prophet? You're not really a virgin? What?"

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, "No, I do work for the Daily Prophet and I am most definitely a virgin. It's just that…Marlene Braedenstock isn't my real name. It's my pseudonym."

"Y-your what," He asked, still not understanding.

Sighing, she sat down on wooden bench. "It's a name I use for writing. A lot of writers use them to keep their identities secret. You know, so people can't owl them and harass them at home."

Fred felt like he was being punched in the gut, "So…what's your real name then?" Why had she lied to him? Nothing was adding up.

Swallowing hard, she wrung her hands. "You knew me back in school, Fred…you may not have known it when we met at Zonko's but we did know each other." Her entire body was quaking as she looked up at him, "My name is Millicent…Millicent Bulstrode."

For a moment he sat there, staring at her. And then, the laughing began. "Y-you want me to believe that you are that cow?" He shook with laughter, "No really, Marlene, who are you?"

Frowning, she cast her eyes down to avoid him seeing the tears there. "That's fine, Fred, you don't have to believe me." She tried desperately to swallow the lump that was gnawing at her throat. "But just think about how it all fits. I was a year below you in school, I know Draco Malfoy personally, and I'm godmother to Pansy and Theodore's daughter!" She snapped, "And why would I tell you that I was Millicent Bulstrode, if I wasn't? Nobody wants to be her!" She screeched, "Not even I want to be her after I heard you making fun of me in Zonko's! So I lied, Fred! I lied because I didn't want you to kick me aside just because of what I used to be as a child!"

Realization dawned on him and he slumped down on the bench next to her. The bedtime story, his father almost calling her the wrong name, his mother and sister gossiping in the kitchen, it was all starting to make sense. Staring at the slick black pavement, he just sighed. "Mar…" Looking up at her again, he shook his head, "Millicent. What do you want me to say to you? Everything about this has been a lie."

"No," Millicent snapped, "Everything I've told you and we've felt together has been the truth. Didn't someone famous say 'What's in a name'? I'm not different, Fred." Sitting back, she let her head loll back to stare at the stormy grey sky. "Go ahead, ask me something. Everything I've told you is the truth…everything except my name."

Turning, he stared at her beautiful face as she leaned back. How could this be Millicent Bulstrode? She had been very large, ugly and a terrible bully in school. Not to mention that she had been a Death Eater! "How can you be Millicent Bulstrode? You're…you're nothing like her!"

"Let me tell you my story, Fred." She said gently, and took his hand again. Seconds later, she side-along apparated him back to her flat so they could talk in private. "Would you like some tea before I begin?"

Fred nodded, knowing that he needed something to calm his nerves. This was so surreal…one day he was a rakish bachelor who disliked any witch who wore robes bigger than a size zero. Now he was here with a girl who throughout school had been extremely large and ugly...yet, somehow transformed herself into a beautiful, smart, nice woman. "Weren't you sleeping with Augustus Flint back in school?" He blurted the second she came back with two piping hot cups of tea.

Biting her lip, she shook her head. "No, but he is a very important part of my story. I hope you'll keep an open mind about this…" She responded, taking a seat next to him on the couch. "I've never told anyone this before."

"I'll try Mar…Millicent," He answered, letting the tea warm his hands as he held the cup.

With a shaky breath, Millicent began the sordid tale of her life. "My parents never wanted children and they especially never wanted a girl-child. It was very early on in my parents' marriage that they had me, hoping I'd be a male to carry on the family name…instead, they got me," Her voice shook as she continued on. "I didn't see them often; I was raised by house elves and the occasional tutor. It was only when I started Hogwarts did they take an interest in me…they needed a male of the Bulstrode line to carry on Voldemort's work. My mother refused to get pregnant again…and so, the task fell to me."

Fred shuddered at the name; still not able to contain his dislike of it and liking even less how Millicent's parents treated her. He was starting to understand just how twisted a childhood she had.

"They began when I was eleven, pressing me to find any man who would have me and to shag him until I became pregnant." Shuddering, she took a small sip of tea to try and calm her nerves; it didn't seem to be working. "But I didn't want that for myself. And so…I became someone that nobody would ever want and nobody would ever sleep with. I ate until I nearly threw up, I was already destined to be tall as it was and...it was easier to keep people at bay if they were all afraid of me."

How could anyone do that to a child, Fred wondered? Sadness flooded his heart as he watched her struggle to maintain her strong façade.

Swallowing another gulp, she set the cup down. "By my fourth year I was so formidable and overweight that there was nothing to fear from men at all. And it was Professor Snape who encouraged me to go out and find a hobby that might benefit me because I was awful in potions." Laughing bitterly, she sighed again, "He meant is as an insult but I decided that I was going to be a writer; a famous novelist and journalist."

A smile washed over her as she remembered the very day she met Augustus Flint, "I needed to start somewhere so, I found out that Marcus Flint's grandfather owned a large chunk of the Daily Prophet."

Smirking, Fred asked, "How did you find that out?"

"Oh, well one day I beat him so hard he started listing all his relatives and their credentials…and why they would come after me." She sniggered, "They never did, but I owled Augustus Flint the very next day. It was then that we started meeting whenever we could." She could remember the way he laughed, the way he encouraged her, "I miss him," she added with a sigh. "But nevertheless, it's then that I gained a reputation for being promiscuous."

He knew about that reputation…although, he couldn't say that he ever truly believed it. Then again, he wouldn't disbelieve anything when it came to Death Eaters, even if Millicent hadn't really been one.

Millicent let her hands run over the leather of her couch, "My parents were thrilled, thinking that I was finally going to get pregnant. And as an added bonus, I began writing articles for the Daily Prophet." She smiled again, "At that time, I couldn't use my real name because if my parents found out they'd most likely kill me. So I became Marlene Braedenstock in the world of journalism and…the pseudonym just stuck."

So that's where the name came from! He was almost positive that Braedenstock had been a relative of the Flint's family from several generations back. In fact, Augustus Flint had probably been the last of the line before Marcus' father had been born.

"After my Hogwarts class graduated and the war ended, of course, my parents were dead and everything was mine. I no longer was being pressured to get pregnant and bear heirs for the Dark Lord, I was free of school and I had more money that I could spend in a lifetime." It sounded like a wonderful time in her life, but she knew firsthand the depth of depression she had sunk to then. "I returned to working with Augustus fulltime, writing articles and editing pieces. In the meantime I also began working on myself, I went on a strict diet, and I began to make myself into a woman that maybe someone could love someday."

Fred felt his heart tighten. He had been stomping all over her heart without even meaning to; this must have been intensely painful for her. Even despite his objections against her lying to him, he felt his arm reach out and touch her. "Millicent, you are a woman that someone can love," He said gently.

Looking up, she had tears welling in her eyes, "Let me finish." Goosebumps raised on her skin as sadness overwhelmed her, "Augustus was very sick the following year; he said it was cancer and that he didn't want to be treated. He was an old man, he said, and he had nothing to live for. His son was a Death Eater and his grandson was a perverted wimp."

Fred almost couldn't bite back a snicker at that.

"When he died he left me a lot of his estate and…he made sure I got a job at the Daily Prophet. It wasn't a great one but he told me that they'd realize my potential and it'd be much more special to me when I made it up to the top by myself." Millicent snuffed loudly, "And here I am today, head writer of the Prophet. I should be happy! And yet here I am, crying in front of a man I truly care about and who will never, in a million years, love me back. " The tears cascaded down her cheeks, "And why should you? I lied to you, you shouldn't ever forgive me!"

Without another word he pressed her to his chest and clung to her as she sobbed. "Shh, love," He rocked her gently against him. "I do forgive you. If I were you, I'd have lied to me too. I'm a bloody arsehole." It was she who lied, but it was he who felt lower than scum because of what he hadn't done for her. Back in school he had been cruel to her—just like most of the other boys in school. But unlike the boys in school, he hadn't let it go. He had let her name invoke the same feelings it had in school.

Draco Malfoy and a handful of others had always had seen past Millicent's game. But the rest of them? They didn't care one bit to learn about someone different from themselves. Perhaps that was why Headmistress McGonagall had abolished houses for one united Hogwarts…it was so that nobody ever felt as low and alone as he had made Millicent feel.

His shirt was soaked with her tears and his heart was heavy. Her hands were twisted up in his robes as if gripping on for dear life; his hands rubbed her back gently. It dawned upon him suddenly that he was in way over his head in this. "Millicent," He called, gently.

The sobs had dissipated into hiccupping and Millicent felt as if she had never been more exposed in her entire life. His voice called her gently out of her thoughts; her bloodshot eyes met his warm brown ones, "Yes, Fred?" She braced herself for the worst; she had, after all, told him every horrible thing about herself and revealed that she had lied to him. What nice things could he possibly have to say?

"I don't think you should ever forgive me," He answered. "I teased you mercilessly in school and you knew that. But it went too far and it must've been terrible hearing me teasing you a decade after we left school."

Millicent gently ran her hand through his red hair, "I did have a rather large bum back then, Fred." She said, her eyes sparkling with humor. "And I got over it, Fred. I gave you a chance…although I did get back at you." Chuckling, she shrugged, "The look on your face when I ordered that bottle of wine was priceless."

A bark of laughter followed her confession, "So that's why you did it, revenge?" He teased, putting his arm around her shoulders. It felt like a giant weight had been lifted off of him; something had changed inside of him. "Well it worked! I almost had a bloody coronary! I don't even make ten thousand galleons in a year after rent, food and taxes!"

"And Fred, there's nothing to forgive you for. I already told you, I know my bum was large back then…and without knowing anything about me or what I've become, it was a good pitch for sales." She said, smiling broadly.

Fred kissed her cheek, "It's a bloody cute bum now, though, if I do say so myself." At the first touch of his lips to her skin, he felt a jolt through his system and groaned. "How do you do this to me?"

An electric shock went from her cheek down into her abdomen. "The same way you do it to me, I'd imagine." She said, turning toward him to press her lips to his. It had started much this way when they kissed before except now, for once, they were alone and there were no interruptions to be had. Reaching up, she began to pull at the buttons on his robe.

Unthinkingly, Fred pulled back, staring into her eyes. "Are you sure?" Millicent was still a virgin and he knew now that she wasn't easily able to give herself to someone. The fact that she had even taken the first step was momentous in itself.

Millicent didn't know what she was waiting for all this time. She didn't need a ring on her finger or a promise of forever; she cared deeply for Fred and that was enough. It felt right. The time was now. "Yes," She whispered and kissed him again.

Again, to my pushy friend with bad taste in pairings. :D

Next Chapter: There is smut. Be warned. BE VERY WARNED.