Hogwarts High II
By Siriusly Amused

Author's Note: I remember what I forgot to address in my last Author's Note! When I started the HH series, I didn't know when Draco's birthday was, so I made it in early December! So we totally missed Draco's 17th birthday in this fic because I forgot about it. Happy belated birthday, Draco! I'm also amused with everyone's reactions to the pairings in this fic. Some of you are down right pissed at the pairings while most of you are like, "Wow! This is amazing, I don't even want Ron and Hermione to get back together!" Also, I got the idea of sparkly hair gel from a random memory I had. When I was in high school, one of my guy friend ran out of hair gel one morning and decided to borrow his sister's hair gel…little did he know that it had sparkles in it until he already had it in his hair, and by that time it was too late for him to wash it out, so he went to school with his hair like that and it wasn't until we were in PE and he was bench pressing, of all things, that the sun reflected off of his hair and people noticed the sparkles. Also, someone pointed out that Hermione's parents are unrealistic in letting her stay, and I agree. However, Hermione's parents in the canon totally seem laid back, so I guess it fits.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…or those horrible Bratz dolls that scare the crap out of me…

Chapter Thirteen
We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives

•••Draco •••

"Draco! You made it!" Jessie exclaimed at the door to her family's huge house. I attempted to smile as she threw her arms around me. Overall, Jessie was an alright girl: she definitely wasn't the brightest and she gesticulated too much, but she was completely smitten with me; therefore, she must have good taste.

"Oh my God, everyone totally can't wait to meet you!" she continued, breaking away from the hug in order to grab my arm and lead me into her house.

"I can't wait," I stated dryly, and I didn't have to wait, because within moments, we were in the living room, surrounded by her mom, dad and many older brothers, a few of which gave me dirty glances, but none of which appeared particularly threatening.

"Everyone," Jessie announced, sweeping her arms wide and nearly hitting me in the face, "this is Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is everyone!"

"Malfoy, eh?" a heavily botoxed woman I assumed was Jessie's mother asked. "Are you Narcissa's boy?"

Jessie immediately started waving her arms frantically in a warning gesture; however, like I said before, she gesticulates often and was therefore ignored.

"Yeah, I am," I replied, pulling slightly at my tie. The room, for what ever reason, appeared to be getting smaller.

"Lovely woman. How is she?"

Jessie smacked her palm onto her forehead in defeat.

"She's dead, actually," I announced, my stomach clenching slightly.

"Oh…sorry," I heard Jessie's mom apologize as Jessie grabbed my arm once again and led me through the house until we came to the kitchen where several women were cooking.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry about her!" Jessie exclaimed, waving her arms frantically and accidentally hitting a nearby woman. "Oh, sorry, Henrietta," she apologized quickly to the help.

"It's okay," I assured her, lying through my teeth and attempting to keep my heart rate down. The heat and steam emanating from the many cooking pots was not helping my sudden bout of claustrophobia, and I was quite sure that I was moments away from fainting in a very unmanly fashion. "Listen, can we go somewhere to be alone?" I asked softly. "I just need some air."

A large smile broke across Jessie's face and she clapped her hands together delightedly. "Come on," she instructed, leading me up a flight of stairs and down a hallway until we entered a bedroom decorated in violet. It was cooler in this room and the din from the downstairs barely reached us as I plopped down on her bed, staring up at her ceiling as I tried to regain my senses. It wasn't until I felt the mattress dip and Jessie's face appeared over mine that I realized the predicament that I was in.

'Oh shit!' my brain told me.

"Mistle toe," she whispered, pointing above us to a sprig of mistle toe that she had hung over her bed.

'Who the hell hangs mistle toe over their bed?' my brain asked sarcastically, but I told my brain to shut up; this was business and needed to be done in order to keep my precious money safe.

Kissing Jessie was unlike kissing any other girl I had ever kissed before. And I don't necessarily mean that in a good way. I had never kissed a girl that I didn't want to kiss before. I had always felt some sort of attraction, but there was no attraction with Jessie, and I suddenly realized how it must be like for actors to do a love scene. My lips were moving and my eyes were closed, but I couldn't get myself into it; all I wanted was to be somewhere else, kissing a different girl under the mistle toe.

My body tensed uncomfortably when she shifted herself so that she was on top of me, straddling me as she unbuttoned my shirt.

"Um, Jessie?" I asked between kisses. "Aren't we moving a bit fast? We've only known each other for a week."

Jessie grinned mischievously up at me as she finished unbuttoning my shirt; her hands skimmed my stomach. "From what I hear, that's never stopped you before," she said, one hand going to my belt.

'Damn my past playboy reputation!'

"You're different though," I said quickly, grabbing her hand before it reached my zipper. "You're special," I elaborated, feeling slightly sick at the lie. "I want to do this right with you."

Jessie's face looked stricken. "It's me, isn't it?" she asked, chocking slightly on a sob. "You're not attracted to me!" She got off of me and turned away, crying into her hands. I rolled my eyes in frustration and scooted closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I am attracted to you!" I whispered in her ear, placing soft kisses on her neck. "I want you, Jessie."

'Honestly! The things I do for money!'

She turned to face me, a slight smile playing across her tear-stained face. "You can have me right now, Draco."

"But…"

"No buts!" She was advancing on me again, looking much like a predator. "I'm not some sixteen-year-old virgin; I'm eighteen and know what I'm doing."

She kissed me again as my brain tried to come up with some other excuse. No excuse came, however, and my head became foggy as my body took over.

•••Harry •••

Draco was at Jessie's family Christmas and Larry and Susan were at a Christmas party of their own, leaving me home alone with Jenny on Christmas eve. I had never thought that I was particularly good with children until I met Jenny. With the entire house to ourselves, I blasted some Christmas music on the sound system and attempted to teach Jenny how to bake cookies. All in all, it was a pretty good evening.

"Alright, Jenny, you can open one present tonight," I told her after she had taken a bath and was in her pajamas. I sat cross-legged on the floor as the little girl approached the tree and picked out a present. She brought the present back to me and settled in my lap before opening it. I smiled and rested my chin on top of her head as she tore into the wrapping paper, revealing another Bratz doll to add to her already scary collection.

She appeared mildly pleased with her gift as she ran her fingers through the doll's hair and made some general comments about the doll's wardrobe.

"Will Santa know that you and Draco are here now instead of your other home?" she asked unexpectedly as I picked her up and headed towards the staircase.

"Of course," I replied. "Santa has special elves that keep track of everyone."

"Really?" Jenny asked, her eyes large and bright.

"Yep!" We entered her room, and I pulled back the covers as she scrambled into bed, placing her doll next to her on her pillow. "G'night, Jenny," I told her, ruffling her hair.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

Jenny smiled up at me. "I'm glad Mommy and Daddy adopted you."

I felt guilty as thoughts of being torn away from my friends and Larry stealing my money surfaced in my mind, but then I saw Jenny's smile and I couldn't help but smile as well. "Me too," I told her, somewhat honestly. I leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Love you, Harry," Jenny mumbled sleepily.

"Love you too, Princess Jenny" I replied, turning out the light and closing the door.

Jaclyn was standing in the hallway, grinning widely.

"Hey…" I started, but was cut off by her grabbing my hand and leading me down the hallway and into my room, where she closed the door and kissed me fiercely.

"What was that for?" I asked once she pulled away.

"For being adorable!" she answered, still smiling, her hands interlacing with my own. "You are so great with kids, Harry!"

"Well, I…" But she cut me off again with another kiss; she tasted like cinnamon, and I found myself deepening the kiss just to taste more of her. She sighed as I began kissing her neck, relishing the fact that she had one hand knotted in my hair while the other snaked under my sweater. Her own sweater was low cut, and I caught a glimpse of something bright red under it. Intrigued, I brought a hand to push the neckline of her sweater even lower, taking in her red bra that had little snowflakes on it.

"You're wearing holiday underwear?" I asked her softly, grinning against her neck.

"Yes. Are you?" she shot back playfully.

"What do you think?"

Her hands immediately went to my belt. "I think you are," she whispered, her breath brushing against my lips before she leaned in for another kiss as her hands worked at my belt and zipper. My jeans fell to the floor, revealing my Rudolph boxers; Jaclyn actually laughed.

"Shuddup, Draco made me buy them," I mumbled, stepping completely out of my jeans, and pulling my sweater off. Jaclyn was no longer laughing; she was staring at me. I felt myself flush.

"Your turn," I said, hoping that she wouldn't take it the wrong way and slap me.

She blushed slightly, but pulled her sweater off and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her bra and panties matched: red with little snowflakes on them. They weren't meant to be sexy -- they were cotton and not overly revealing – but I couldn't help but feel immensely turned on.

A soft giggle escaped Jaclyn's lips.

"What?" I asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"We're just standing here," she replied, little splotches of blush rising on her cheeks.

"Oh," I replied. I took a few steps forward and placed my hands on her waist nervously, suddenly feeling awkward. I leaned in and kissed her, quickly and innocently until she started kissing back fervently. We stumbled over to my bed, and I had no idea what I was doing, but I didn't care and didn't want to stop.

Her bra had a front clasp and I attempted vainly to unhook it.

"What? Is this Harry-proof, or something?" I asked as my fingers fumbled with it.

A soft laugh escaped Jaclyn's lips. "Here, let me," she said, easing me up into a sitting position. Her hand went to the clasp, but before she could unhook it, we heard the bathroom door slam. Moments later, we heard retching.

"Jenny?" Jaclyn asked, glancing to me in concern.

"The voice sounds too deep to be Jenny's," I said, frowning in disappointment as Jaclyn got out of bed and began dressing. "I'm sure Draco just drank too much or something; he's fine!"

My coaxing didn't convince Jaclyn, however. She finished dressing and left my room; a moment later, I heard her knock on the bathroom door. "Draco?" she asked. "Are you okay?"

I sighed and pulled on my jeans and sweater, joining Jaclyn in the hall. There was more retching from the bathroom. Jaclyn sent me a worried look.

"Draco, I'm going to come in, okay?"

When Draco didn't stop her, Jaclyn turned the doorknob and opened the door, revealing Draco in front of the toilet, one hand tangled in his blonde locks while the other clutched the toilet's side.

"Hey," Jaclyn said softly, entering the bathroom and sitting on the floor next to Draco. She began to rub his back softly. "What's going on?" she asked.

Draco's eyes flashed between me and Jaclyn; he appeared to be keeping himself from not getting sick again.

"I slept with her," he choked out suddenly. "I didn't want to, and I tried to tell her that but…she only thinks of herself."

"I'm so sorry, Draco," Jaclyn replied as she continued to rub his back. "You don't have to do this anymore. We'll think of another way to stop Larry."

Draco shook his head. "If we stop now, then I did it in vain."

Jaclyn sent me a hurt look, and I suddenly felt my stomach clench with revulsion against Larry and Jessie and people like them. I longed for my friends back home.

"Draco," I said suddenly, a grin crossing my features. "I think I know how to cheer you up."

•••Hermione •••

The Weasleys were waiting for me at the front of the church for midnight mass. Mrs. Weasley beamed when she saw me; she rushed up and engulfed me in a bone breaking hug.

"Oh, Hermione, dear, you look beautiful!" she exclaimed, holding me at arm's length as she took me in. "Doesn't she look gorgeous?" she asked over her shoulder at the remaining Weasleys. Mr. Weasley and Bill nodded absentmindedly while Fred and Ron blushed and avoided eye contact. George, however, grinned brightly.

"She looks hot!" he exclaimed loudly, earning a playful punch on the shoulder by Katie. "Not as hot as you, dear," George stated, wrapping an arm around Katie's shoulders.

I furrowed my brow when I realized that the entire Weasley clan was not there. I already knew that Percy was staying in Boston over the holidays, but that didn't explain the other absences.

"Where're Ginny and Charlie?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Charlie's vacationing with some girl I don't approve of, and Ginny either has a really bad cold or some fantastic acting skills," she explained, taking my arm and leading me into the church. "It's just as well, I suppose," the older woman sighed softly as she found an empty pew. "With them gone, we might be able to fit in the same pew."

We did manage to sit in the same pew, but it was rather crowded and, to my misfortune, I somehow ended up sitting between Ron and Fred.

"Where's Noelle?" I asked Ron in a whisper.

"Her family doesn't believe in organized religion," Ron whispered back.

"And where's…?" I started, turning towards Fred with the intent to ask about Angelina, but George sent me a warning look, and I fell silent.

The next fifteen minutes passed quickly as random friends who didn't realize that I was back in town broke apart from their families momentarily to come over and greet me, some of them even leaning over Ron to hug me.

Once the mass started, however, things got uncomfortable. Every time Ron and I accidentally brushed against one another, he would blush, apologize and move further onto his side. Fred, however, seemed to take great pleasure in brushing against me…that is until George realized what was going on and took it upon himself to push Fred into me with such force that I would bump into Ron as well.

By the time the mass was over, Ron, Fred and I stumbled out of the pew as if our lives depended on it.

The annual snowball fight in the church courtyard was taking place once we stepped out of the church.

"You're not going to join in?" I asked Ron as we gazed at the kids throwing snow.

"Nah," Ron replied. "It's not the same without Harry here."

"Yeah," I agreed sadly.

"Oh, Hermione, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, bustling up to me and Ron. "You simply must stay over tonight! You shouldn't be alone on Christmas, and I'm quite sure Ginny has some spare pajamas that you can borrow."

I was about to turn down Mrs. Weasley's offer when Ron cut in.

"Yeah, Mione, stay over tonight," he said, smiling slightly.

"Can Katie stay over too?" George asked suddenly, his face hopeful.

Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes sternly. "No," she replied.

"Aww!" George whined.

Katie smiled up at him. "I'll see you tomorrow, George," she said, standing on her tip toes to give him a quick kiss. Mrs. Weasley turned back to me expectantly.

"Sure," I replied, giving in.

"Excellent! We'll see you at the house, dear!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as she and Mr. Weasley began heading to their car. "Come along, you three," she added to the twins and Ron.

I watched their retreating backs for a moment before I realized that someone was still standing beside me.

"Mom must really like you," Bill mused.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, glancing up at him.

He grinned down at me. "She never let any of my ex-girlfriends stay the night," he replied.

"Ron and I aren't…"

"You're not dating anymore, we know," Bill said, placing his hand on my lower back as we made our way across the street and into the parking lot. "You're just lucky that Mom hasn't caught onto you and Fred yet."

I stopped walking and threw my arms into the air in frustration. "Why does everyone think there's something going on between me and Fred?"

Bill laughed softly and opened my car door for me. "Because there totally is something between you and Fred," he answered.

I opened my mouth to retaliate, but couldn't think of what to say and ended up looking like an idiot. Bill chuckled again.

"I'll see you at the house, Hermione," he said as I got into my car.

"Humph," I replied.

•••Fred •••

"I hate holiday traffic!" Dad complained as we sat at an intersection, waiting for the car in front of us to move. Ron, George and I were all in the backseat together, with George sitting in the middle, his arms resting on the back of the seat as he grinned delightedly and annoyingly at Ron and I.

"That was a really nice mass, I think," George stated happily. "Very interesting, wasn't it?" he asked, glancing first at me, then at Ron. "Very cozy, too," he added, putting a certain amount of emphasis on the word 'cozy'.

Ron, who had been glaring moodily out of the window, suddenly turned to glare at me, a few strands of hair falling out of the ponytail he had put in to look presentable for church.

"Can't you use your twin mojo to shut him up?" he asked me angrily.

"Twin mojo?" I asked Ron, quirking an annoyed eyebrow.

"You know, use your telekinesis or whatever to tell him that he's a fucking bastard and that he needs to shut up!"

"RON!" Mom exclaimed.

"Geez, Ron, I'm only right here," George muttered.

"Seeing as bastard refers to a person who has no father, and seeing as I'm George's father, I sort of resent that statement," Dad said rather casually from the front seat.

"Yeah, well, at least he didn't call me a son of a bitch; then we'd really be in trouble!" George quipped with a fair share of amusement.

"George!" Mom suddenly exclaimed, turning to glare at us. "All three of you need to watch your language unless you'd rather walk home!"

"I didn't say anything!" I protested.

"Not yet anyway," George added under his breath.

I sent my twin a disgruntled stare. "George, shut up," I told him, shaking my head and slouching down moodily.

"Bitchy tonight, aren't we?" George asked.

"That's it!" Mom exclaimed. "Arthur, pull over, the boys are walking the rest of the way home."

"Moooommmm!" Ron and George both whined as Dad pulled over to the curb.

"But I didn't say anything!" I reiterated, not believing my luck! For once in my life, I wasn't doing anything wrong, and yet I was still being punished.

"You too, Fred," Mom said as Ron and George climbed out of the car. "You obviously have something you need to talk over with your brothers. I don't know what it is, but I hope it's resolved before you get home. Please don't kill each other; it'll ruin Christmas!"

I sighed and got out of the car, slamming the door and glaring at Ron and George. George appeared slightly apologetic and began walking. Ron and I kept some distance between us and George as we followed. The minutes passed on in silence and it wasn't until our house was in view that Ron sighed.

"It's okay, Fred," he said at last.

"Huh?"

"It's okay."

"What is?"

Ron sighed again.

"Don't make me say it out loud, because this is hard enough as it is. It's just okay. I won't…you know…stop you."

"I think he's giving you his blessing," George called over his shoulder.

Ron and I both scowled. "Shut up, George!" we said simultaneously.

•••Remus •••

"THIS. IS. INSANE!" Andromeda yelled amidst the chaos of packing. "What if you guys get caught? Narcissa, you don't even know if they'll agree to help you! What will you guys do then?"

Narcissa shrugged as she threw a pair of jeans at Sirius to put in his bag. "We'll come up with a different plan if that happens," she replied.

"What if you guys get caught and they link you back to me? That puts me in danger as well! And Dora!"

"Speaking of Dora," I said suddenly, looking up from packing. "I'd like to say goodbye to her."

Narcissa and Sirius immediately turned towards me, grinning madly. Andromeda sighed and rolled her eyes in a defeated manner as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her car keys, handing them over.

"She lives in Hogwarts Apartments, room 2B," Andromeda informed. "Don't do anything stupid," she warned as an afterthought.

"Andy, he isn't me," Sirius said as I left the house; however, I was stupid. The joy of being out of that horrible house was enough to have me speed down the interstate with the music blaring. And the recklessness didn't end there.

"Remus, what the hell?" a bleary-eyed Tonks asked when she answered the door to her apartment. I didn't answer, however; I merely leaned down and kissed her until she pulled me into her apartment and closed the door behind us.

•••Hermione •••

I knocked lightly on Ginny's door before poking my head in. The red-headed girl in question was lying in bed, the small lamp on her nightstand was on and illuminated her puffy eyes and red nose.

"Hey," I greeted softly, entering into her room and closing the door behind me. "I'm just going to change into some pajamas and then be out of your way," I explained, padding over to her dresser and opening her pajama drawer. I found a pair of pajamas that looked like they'd be comfortable, and I quickly changed into them, leaving my own clothes on Ginny's reading chair for me to change back into in the morning.

"Good night, Ginny," I whispered, turning around and heading back to the door. I stopped before reaching the door, however, and turned around, gazing at Ginny's puffy eyes quizzically.

"Ginny?" I asked suspiciously, inching closer to her bed. "Are you really sick, or have you been crying?"

Ginny's blush answered my question, and I sighed and sat down on the foot of her bed. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked her. "Do you miss Harry? Because we all do right now."

Ginny didn't answer at first; she gazed at me as if she was summing up whether or not she could trust me. "I miss Draco," she stated at last in a hushed whisper.

"Draco?" I asked, confused. It seemed so random.

"Yeah," Ginny replied. "We're secretly dating."

I was beginning to think that maybe Ginny really did have a fever and was delusional.

"Seriously?" I asked. "Like, online?"

Ginny's blush intensified.

"He's been spending the weekends here. Hiding in my room," she admitted.

My jaw dropped.

"How…how serious are you guys?"

"I don't even know. We were making out a couple weeks ago, and he suddenly left, and I haven't heard from him since."

"Well…Draco's weird like that," I tried to explain, hoping that Draco had a good explanation for being elusive. "Have you tried calling him?"

"No, but I sent him an e-mail."

I shook my head. "Gin, if there's one thing I discovered while I was away, it's that the guys we hang out with don't pay nearly enough attention to their e-mail. Ron's the worst, of course, but Harry's pretty bad too, and Draco only e-mails when he feels strong urges to talk about himself."

A small smile played across Ginny's lips.

"Don't worry, Gin, I'm sure he has a good reason for not keeping in touch. And if he doesn't…well, just remember that you've got six brothers who probably wouldn't mind kicking the crap out of him."

Ginny's smile turned genuine. "What would I do without you, Mione?" she asked.

"Crash and burn," I replied. We exchanged a quick hug and I left her room with the intent to go to the living room to sleep on the couch; however, the hallway was dark, and my eyes didn't adjust in time to avoid running into someone who had just left the bathroom.

"Oh, sorry," I said quickly.

"S'ok, Mione," Fred replied. He glanced up at the ceiling, but glanced away so quickly, that I was forced to look up as well. It took me a minute as my eyes adjusted, but I soon realized that we were standing under what appeared to be a small plant.

"Oh…mistle toe," I stated dumbly.

Fred nervously scratched the back of his neck, keeping his eyes firmly rooted on his feet. "Yeah, Mom put it up…" he babbled.

"Oh," I replied happily, linking my hands behind my back and waiting expectantly for Fred to lean down and kiss me. He didn't; he merely shuffled his feet and avoided eye contact.

"We don't have to…" he whispered distractedly, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, no one's looking so…"

"Exactly," I shot back, finding it difficult to keep from smiling. "So what are you scared of, Fred?"

Fred knitted his brow in agitation. "I'm not scared," he stated.

"Uh huh," I replied sarcastically.

Fred appeared frustrated for a moment before he sighed, his features relaxing slightly. "Alright," he said at last, and before I even realized what was happening, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss upon my lips; it was completely innocent and over way too fast.

"Night, Hermione," he sputtered, sidestepping me and entering his bedroom.

"Night," I replied, somewhat disappointedly.

•••

End Author's Note: No e-mails in this chapter because 1) I can't think of anything funny for them to say to each other, and 2) it's 2:30 in the morning and I'm exhausted. Anyway, I woke up this morning and thought, "Do I want to do homework, or do I want to write more of HHII?" and after reading some of the truly remarkable reviews that I've gotten for the last chapter (including one that was written in song!), I've decided to put off my homework and write this. It's longer (and in my opinion better) than the last chapter, although it's not the longest, and probably not the best either.

And let me just say this now…I hate Jessie! Incase I didn't make it clear, she's the girl who works at the bank, and Draco has to seduce her in order for him and Harry to get to their accounts. Anyway, I sat down, thinking that she'd be a comical character, but she turned into a self-absorbed bitch, and I don't like her at all. Poor Draco…it's tough for him to grow up. But yeah, I don't know why, but when I was writing their scene together, I got nervous because she's 18 and he's 17, and in some states that's illegal (like, 2, I think). Not in the state that I live in, but in some states. Anyway, I never specifically said what state Harry and Draco now live in, so let's pretend they live in one where the age of consent is 17. Let's also ignore California's legal age of consent, otherwise the Hermione/Fred seems weird even though she's 17 and he's 18.

And I probably shouldn't admit this, but a part of me wants Narcissa to get knocked up with Remus' kid, just because Draco's face when he finds out that his mom is carrying his former teacher's child is hilarious! But that's probably going too far, even in this effed up fic, so I'll refrain. But seriously, everyone should just picture Draco's face, because it's hilarious.

Oh, and Ron needs a haircut. For realz. I think it's funny how, after Rupert Grint let his hair grow, a plethora of fan art and fanfiction depicted Ron with long hair, and I was one of them. But he's been growing it for months now, and it's probably pretty long, and I don't think I'm giving too much of the plot away when I say that sometime in the near future, Ron will be getting a haircut.

I think I have some new readers to this fic, because I've gotten some shocked and amazed reviews about how sporadically I update. Heh heh…yeah. It's been really sporadic lately too! It used to be I'd update every two or three months or something, and now I'll go through a month where I update 3 or 4 times, and then a month or two where I don't update at all. And let's not forget the writer's block during the summer of 06. The truth is, though, that I'm really trying to finish this series now, because the older I get, the more disconnected from this story I get, and I really want to finish it. With that said, it probably will be a month before I update this again because I can't keep putting off my projects and grad school application for much longer.

…Is anyone still reading this AN? It's like the longest one in the world. You guys should feel special…you get to read my insane ramblings at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Okay…bed.