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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. It should be pretty obvious I'm not JKR …
Author's Note: Warnings for femslash (that's right, folks, you read right: FEMSLASH) and slash. A first for me, but YoungAuthor27 asked so very nicely. Pairings are Hermione/Pansy, H/D and a smidgen of Hermione/Draco. Her request was femslash in the kitchens involving strawberries. Enjoy, dearheart!
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Pansy slid smoothly onto the bench next to Draco, reaching across him to grab a pot of tea. He would have chastised her for her lack of manners had he not felt her slide something into the pocket of his robes as she brushed against him.
"Morning, darling," she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him as she poured herself a cup of tea and warmed his.
The rest of the Slytherin table went still, waiting for Draco's response. Everyone knew the two had a falling out after the war, and most assumed it was over Draco's sudden rejection of her father's Marriage Contract. It was common knowledge, among pure-blood circles at least, that Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy had been betrothed practically from the cradle.
Draco had seemingly disappeared over the summer, so it wasn't until term started that anyone noticed something amiss between the former lovebirds. They hadn't spoken more than a few words to each other in public in months, and the entire table was eagerly listening in.
After a pregnant pause, Draco picked up the milk, pouring an almost obscene amount into Pansy's tea. It was so close to their old morning routine that several students shook their heads, wondering if they'd somehow woken up a year or two in the past.
"Sleep well, sweetheart?"
Pansy smiled, buttering her toast. She didn't need to look up to know that every pair of eyes at the table were on them, as well as a very important pair across the room, which narrowed suspiciously as she pecked Draco on the cheek.
"Wonderfully, thank you."
The unnatural silence at the Slytherin table continued for a few more minutes as Draco and Pansy continued idle small talk. No one noticed Harry's early exit from breakfast, or Hermione and Luna streaking after him.
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"– sure it wasn't what it looked like," Hermione murmured, rubbing Harry's back. Luna was sitting on the floor with the dark-haired boy, holding his hand. "You know how much he loves you, Harry."
Harry nodded, leaning back heavily against Hermione's legs. He blew out a breath, trying to dispel the tension that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He knew things between Draco and Pansy weren't what they seemed. He wasn't worried they were back together; he was one of only about four people in school, including Pansy and Draco, who knew they'd never actually been together in the first place.
He wasn't surprised when the door to the empty Charms classroom swung open and Draco hurried inside, sealing it behind himself with a muttered spell. He walked straight to Harry, dropping to his knees and settling in next to the other boy.
"A note, I assume?" Harry asked dryly, watching as Draco reached into an inner pocket in his robes.
"You could see that from all the way over there?" Draco asked, his brow raised. "None of the Slytherins saw it, and they all had front row seats."
Harry shrugged, angling his head so he could read over Draco's shoulder. Surprisingly, the Slytherin allowed it. Both Luna and Hermione were startled when Draco began to laugh, followed shortly by a gasp and giggle from Harry.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry managed, a blush stealing over his face.
"I wouldn't mind seeing it," Draco said, looking over the top of the letter to openly appraise Hermione.
"What?" the witch asked, feeling herself responding to unabashed arousal she saw in Draco's grey eyes.
"She wants – she wants –" Harry collapsed, his laughter completely overtaking him. This was so far outside the realm of anything he'd been imagining that he could feel little other than relief coursing through him.
Draco rolled his eyes, tossing the letter to Hermione. She read it quickly, flushing a deep red by the end of the short missive.
"She wants me," she said, her voice a bit higher than usual.
"She wants you to do what?" Luna asked, leaning in to grab the letter.
"Knowing Pansy, the question should be what doesn't she want Hermione to do," Draco murmured, feeling his cock jump to attention at Hermione's nervous blush.
"Oh," Luna breathed, her own blue eyes now studying Hermione as well.
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They'd tabled the discussion until after dinner, though it had been on the forefront of everyone's mind all day. After having the day – and a long, boring History of Magic class – to consider it, Harry found himself extremely intrigued by the idea. He knew it had captured Draco's interest, and probably Luna's as well, knowing her history, but he had no idea how Hermione would react.
Luna had arrived first, asking the room for some comfortable chairs and mounds of cushions on the floor in front of the roaring fire. The room had also provided a pot of tea and some snacks, though Harry doubted anyone felt like eating.
"How did she find out? That's what we need to discuss first," Hermione said, twirling a lock brown hair around her finger nervously. If their exploits were becoming common knowledge they were bound for trouble.
Draco held up his hands at Harry's pointed glare.
"I didn't tell her," he said, settling back into Harry's arms when the other wizard relaxed. "I talked to her before dinner. She said she saw us in the Muggle Studies classroom."
Harry blushed, though he knew it was foolish to care that she'd seen them. After all, wasn't the whole point of the endeavor to have a very public unveiling of their exploits at the end of school?
"That was weeks ago," Luna said, shifting on her cushion so she could fold her legs underneath her. "Why wait until now?"
Draco shrugged. He'd asked Pansy the same thing, but she'd been unwilling to answer. If he had to guess, though, he'd say she must have been watching them carefully in the intervening weeks. Any self-respecting Slytherin would do her homework before exposing herself in this way.
"What do you think about her offer?" he asked Hermione, a pulse of arousal surging through him when the witch bit her lip.
"At first I dismissed it completely," she said slowly, keeping her eyes carefully trained on the fire. The truth was, she was mortified but also more than a little aroused by the idea.
"But?"
Hermione took a deep breath, forcing herself to look at Draco.
"I want rules," she said, steeling herself. "I want to know exactly what will happen, and I want all of your assurances that if this turns out to be a disaster we destroy the film."
Harry chuckled. It was so like Hermione – her main objections didn't seem to be distaste for having sex with another woman, but worry that she wouldn't know what was going on. Or, Merlin forbid, that it ended up being something she didn't excel at.
"Done," Luna said quickly, surprising everyone.
"What?" she asked, looking around. "Her rules aren't unreasonable. I had the same sort of fears before my first time, and that wasn't being filmed for posterity!"
Hermione made a small choking sound, her blush returning in full force.
"You've –"
Luna waved her hand negligently. "Of course."
"With Pansy?"
Luna grinned, shaking her head.
"No, not that I'd turn down the chance. I could show you a few things, practice a bit, if you're worried."
Draco could feel Harry's erection pressed against his back. Both boys were breathing rapidly, leaning forward slightly to see what would happen next.
Hermione threw her shoulders back and took a deep breath, looking up and meeting Luna's direct gaze.
"It makes sense to be prepared," she said, swallowing hard when Luna left her perch on the floor and held a hand out to her.
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The rules, as it turned out, ended up being moot. Pansy arrived for their rendezvous equipped with several rules of her own.
"I don't expect any reciprocation," she said rather abruptly when she walked into the kitchens. Harry, Draco and Hermione were already there. Luna, at Pansy's request, hadn't joined them.
Hermione looked up, startled by the dark-haired witch's sudden pronouncement. In truth, she'd been most nervous about that aspect. Her night with Luna had been informative, but not enough that she felt confident. Clumsy experimentation with a friend like Luna was one thing, but allowing herself to flounder with a virtual stranger, on film, no less, was something else.
"Alright," Hermione said, swallowing when her voice squeaked.
"I don't want Granger doing anything she feels uncomfortable with," Pansy continued, ignoring Hermione and speaking directly to Draco. Hermione bristled but kept silent. It was clear the Slytherin felt most comfortable dealing with her Housemate. "I want to be part of this little farce you four are pulling off because it promises to be the best prank in Hogwarts history. I chose Granger because she appeals to me more than Lovegood."
Pansy let her eyes rove over Hermione, who blushed at the frank inspection.
"I don't go in for blondes," Pansy said, her lips curving into a wicked smile when she saw Draco smirk. "And I don't do cock, so that left you, Granger."
Hermione choked, feeling her face heat even more. Perhaps this had been a mistake.
"Don't take offense," Pansy said, waving off the concerned looks on both Harry and Hermione's faces. "I find you fit enough, Granger. I wouldn't be offering to do this if I wasn't attracted to you. I just wanted to make it clear that you needn't feel any Gryffindorish sense of obligation after I bring you to a mind-blowing climax."
Hermione's mouth dropped open at Pansy's brazen and confident words, but she felt an undeniable tingle of arousal at them as well. Sensing her dismay – and arousal – Draco stepped up, wrapping Hermione in his arms and tucking her chin under his head. She leaned back into his warmth, not surprised to find his erection grinding against her arse.
"She really is that good," he murmured in her ear. She shivered from the sensation of his hot breath ghosting along the sensitive shell of her ear.
"And how would you know?" Hermione whispered, her nipples hardening as he slipped his warm hands under her robes and caressed her belly. It was obvious to everyone, including Hermione, that he was helping to ease her into the situation, and she appreciated it. "Parkinson says she doesn't do cock."
Draco rubbed the appendage in question against her arse again, eliciting a small gasp from Hermione. She looked at Pansy through heavily lidded eyes, a wicked smirk stealing across her face.
"You don't know what you're missing, by the way," she said, surprised to hear the sexy roughness her voice had taken on. "On either front. Blondes and cocks are both fabulous."
Pansy laughed, and suddenly all of the tension in the room dissolved. Harry stepped forward, guiding Pansy toward the table they'd already prepared to her exacting specifications. She knew the Gryffindor witch was likely to be nervous and uncomfortable, so she'd planned ahead. A bowl of strawberries sat on a tall table. Two chairs had been placed carefully, the entire scene within easy view of the camera.
Pansy smirked at the sight of the strawberries, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. It was a purely Gryffindor attempt at seduction, but she thought it would be appreciated. It wasn't that Slytherins didn't waste time on romance and playful seduction, they did; it was just that they tended to be a bit rougher and kinkier in their tastes. Then again, Pansy thought, her eyes darkening as they swept over Hermione again, if she's part of this, she's probably not the prude I assumed she was.
The dark-haired witch shot Hermione a feral grin, gratified by the shudder it evoked. Yes, this might be more fun than I'd anticipated, Pansy thought gleefully.
"Shall we?" she asked, sliding into a chair and patting the other one suggestively.
Hermione closed her eyes as Draco nipped at her earlobe, taking a deep breath when he pushed her toward Pansy. Harry was already behind the camera, ready to activate the Charms.
Hermione's step didn't falter as she approached the table, sliding into the chair with grace. Pansy was impressed at the way the other girl seemed to have reigned in her nerves. Clearly, Gryffindor courage was everything it was rumored to be. And more, Pansy thought appreciatively as she felt Hermione's hand stroke up her thigh under the table.
Harry started filming, setting up the shot perfectly with the tripod and backing away from it. They shouldn't need to worry about moving the camera angles, since Luna had discovered a charm that helped the camera track its subjects. He grinned at Draco, caressing the very obvious bulge in the blond's trousers. Not having to worry about the camera left them much more freedom to play, and he intended to take advantage of it.
Pansy leaned across the table, gently capturing Hermione's lips in a sweet kiss, testing the waters. Sensing no resistance, she deepened the kiss, opening her lips when she felt Hermione's tongue run across them.
The Gryffindor was a surprisingly aggressive kisser, and Pansy relaxed into it. So far, things were going better than she could have hoped for. Pressing her luck, she snaked a hand out, cupping Hermione's chin briefly before letting her fingers trail down her neck and along her collarbone. When Hermione's only reaction was to moan softly and lean closer, Pansy continued her languid exploration, her thumbs lightly massaging their way down Hermione's back.
Hermione opened her eyes, gasping softly when Pansy's gentle touch tickled down her sides. Emboldened by the Pansy's intent expression, Hermione raised her hand, letting her palm softly cup Pansy's breast through the thick fabric of her robes.
"Oh," Pansy breathed, surprised that Hermione was touching her at all. She'd expected to be the aggressor here, to be the one lavishing attention on Hermione. She felt a shiver of anticipation roll over her, her breathing quickening as she wondered what the Gryffindor would do next.
Hermione marveled at the softness under her palm. She shouldn't be surprised by the firm weight of it – after all, she'd felt her own breasts hundreds of times, and she'd done this with Luna just the night before – but she was. Pansy's breasts were larger than Luna's. She could feel Pansy's nipple tightening under her hand, the firm bud noticeable even through the rough fabric of her uniform.
Pansy broke their kiss, her eyes locked on Hermione's as she began to unbutton Hermione's robes, pushing them over her shoulders. Hermione wiggled, letting the voluminous fabric pool under her on her chair. Her lips curved in challenge, and Pansy nearly laughed. This Gryffindor was definitely braver than she'd given her credit for.
Pansy continued undressing Hermione, her nimble fingers pushing at the coarse fabric of the grey jumper Hermione was wearing, teasing it up until Hermione was forced to raise her arms. Pansy took advantage of Hermione's temporary blindness, giving into the temptation to lean forward and lick at the other girl's exposed neck.
Hermione gasped, arching up against Pansy's mouth. She shuddered when Pansy nipped lightly at her collarbone, soothing the sharp bite with her tongue. Hermione wiggled, pulling the jumper off her head and tossing it to the ground. Pansy took no notice, already focusing on unfastening Hermione's prim white button down.
Pansy's lips trailed behind, kissing and sucking at every inch of Hermione's exposed skin as she unfastened the buttons. She could hear Hermione's breathing becoming more uneven as she worked her way down, pointedly ignoring Hermione's breasts in favor of delving her tongue into her navel. When Hermione was finally free of the shirt, Pansy pushed it off her shoulders, her own breath ragged as she lowered her head to draw a lace-clad nipple into her mouth.
"Oh, god," Hermione groaned, arching to give Pansy better access. The heat of the Slytherin's mouth, paired with the slightly abrasive rub of the lace against her sensitive nipples, had her writhing against the hard wooden chair.
Off camera, both Draco and Harry had managed to unfasten their trousers, their own breathing heavy as they watched Pansy's red lips worship Hermione's body. The black lace bra made Hermione's breasts look impossibly round and soft, and both boys were fighting the urge to intervene. The girls were taking things so slowly, and it was driving them spare.
"Beautiful," Pansy murmured, kissing her way across Hermione's chest so she could lavish the same attention on her other breast. Hermione hissed as the cool air hit the wet lace covering her abandoned nipple, whimpering as the sensation made the nub harden almost painfully.
Pansy's mouth returned to Hermione's lips, the intensity of the kiss stealing all of Hermione's breath. She broke away, gasping, as her hands clawed at Pansy's still fully clothed shoulders.
"Off," she muttered, pulling at the fabric with nerveless fingers until Pansy's hands joined hers, unfastening the catches and shrugging out of the garment. "More."
Pansy laughed, her belly heating with Hermione's urgency. She happily complied, making short work of her own jumper and shirt until their naked torsos were pressed together. Hermione dipped her head to resume the kiss, her tongue stealing into Pansy's mouth to gently stroke against the soft wetness inside.
Hermione murmured something unintelligible against Pansy's lips, tilting her head so she could kiss her way down the creamy skin of Pansy's neck to suck and nip at the tender spot where her neck and shoulder met. Pansy shivered, groaning as Hermione's sweet assault continued further down, her tongue stealing beneath the fabric of Pansy's bra to lap at the soft skin.
"Mmm," Pansy breathed, her eyes closing as she felt Hermione's hands wrap around her back, deft fingers unhooking the clasp of her bra without hesitation. As much as she was enjoying herself, Pansy pushed Hermione away gently, eager to regain control.
Hermione blinked, her chocolate eyes clouding for a moment until she realized Pansy wasn't stopping. She grinned when Pansy's fingers ghosted over her back, stopping momentarily when the Slytherin realized Hermione's bra clasp was in the front.
Hermione forced her shoulders back, putting herself on display as Pansy's hands slid back to cup her breasts, her thumbs rubbing over erect nipples. She unfastened the clasp, teasing herself for one delicious moment while the bra held, the cups clinging to Hermione's breasts. Hermione gasped when Pansy gently nudged the fabric aside, the rough lace scraping over her nipples before falling to the side to hang open.
Draco cast a quick Silencing Charm over himself and Harry, not wanting their groans and panting to end up captured on film. Hermione looked so wanton sitting there, her bra hanging open, Pansy's dark head bent between her breasts. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her lips were swollen from their earlier kisses. Hermione and Luna were hot together, but Hermione and Pansy were nearly combustible.
"Jesus," Harry panted, his hand snaking its way into Draco's lap to cup his balls and rub gently against his hardened shaft.
Draco groaned, scooting closer to Harry so he could fist him without looking away from the girls. He didn't want to miss a second of it, and he was immeasurably grateful they were filming. From the way the two girls were staring at each other, he didn't think this would be their last encounter, but it might well be the last one they let anyone watch.
Pansy sat back, drawing a groan of protest from Hermione. She simply smiled, reaching over the table to grab the forgotten bowl of strawberries. They were ripe and juicy, just as she had requested. Hermione's eyes widened as Pansy held a plump strawberry aloft, her pink tongue darting out to lave at its pointed tip. Hermione felt a jolt run through her as though the strawberry was connected to her clit, her heart racing as she watched Pansy's tongue continue to lick and suck at it.
Smirking, Pansy drew the strawberry into her mouth, her taste buds singing as the flavor coursed over her tongue when she bit into it. Juice ran down her lips, spattering the fragile silk of her bra. She leaned forward, painting Hermione's chest and nipples with pink juice as she ran the strawberry over her skin, gooseflesh popping up in its wake.
Pansy lowered her head, her warm tongue soothing the chilled flesh and causing shivers of a different sort as she lapped up the sticky juice, careful to cover every inch of Hermione's chest and catch every drop.
She drew back again when Hermione began to squirm, choosing another berry with care. This time, she raised it to Hermione's mouth, running its soft flesh over the other girl's lips teasingly. She nodded in approval when Hermione's mouth opened, resting the strawberry lightly on her tongue. Hermione closed her eyes, letting the sweet fruit explode in her mouth as she sunk her teeth into the ripe flesh.
She wasn't surprised when Pansy leaned forward, licking up the small rivulets that escaped down her chin as she chewed. Hermione opened her eyes, startled to find Pansy's dark gaze already locked on her.
"Please," Hermione whispered, shivering when Pansy pulled back, leaving her more conscious of her own nudity.
Pansy kissed her again, her hands settling on Hermione's hips and urging her off the chair. The Gryffindor let herself be guided down, standing in the V of Pansy's legs as they continued the kiss. She was disappointed when Pansy pulled away, her brows furrowing in confusion when the Slytherin patted the table top expectantly.
Hermione made to step forward into Pansy's arms again, coming up short when Pansy's hands against her hips stopped her. The dark-haired girl shook her head, nodding toward the table again.
"Up."
Hermione's mouth went dry as she caught on, scrambling up to the top of the table with Pansy's help. The other girl guided her until she was teetering on the edge uncomfortably, her back cold against the wood. Pansy's warm hands lifted her skirt, exposing her even further. She shivered again when she felt Pansy's hot breath against her inner thigh, her body tensing in anticipation as the other girl moved higher and higher.
Pansy let her tongue run over the lacy fabric of Hermione's knickers, amused that the girl was wearing a matched set. Hermione groaned, her hips bucking up, unconsciously seeking more contact with Pansy's tongue.
She heard Hermione blow out a breath as she drew away once more, settling further back on her chair. She watched the Gryffindor carefully, studying her for any signs that this wasn't what she wanted.
"Yes?" Pansy asked, her drawing maddening patterns on Hermione's thighs.
Harry and Draco both paused, leaning forward to hear Hermione's answer. She hadn't been comfortable enough to do this with Luna, and both boys were anxious to see what would happen.
"Yes," Hermione breathed, wiggling her hips to help Pansy work her knickers off.
Hermione tensed, not sure what to expect next. She'd done this before, of course, but never with a woman. Would Pansy's tongue feel firm and insistent like Draco's? Would she take things punishingly slowly like Harry did, swirling her tongue along Hermione's slit, teasing her unmercifully until she couldn't take it anymore?
Pansy could feel Hermione's muscles tighten. Instead of delving between her lips, like the girl was obviously bracing herself for, Pansy pressed wet kisses along her hip bones, pushing her skirt up further to expose the skin. She could feel Hermione begin to relax as she kissed her way over Hermione's mound, letting her tongue flick quickly between her lips before resuming her gentle kisses.
"Oh," Hermione moaned, lifting her hips up off the table trying to follow Pansy's tongue. Pansy let her hands roam over Hermione's legs, cupping her calves and running over her smooth skin until her fingers just brushed against the juncture of her thighs, eliciting another groan.
Pansy took her soft sound as permission. She let her tongue slide between Hermione's lips, her tongue tasting the wetness there, different but no less delicious than the strawberry. A small groan escaped her lips, and Hermione shuddered at the vibrations it caused.
Pansy's tongue continued to stroke against Hermione's slit, the gentle pressure enough to make the other girl writhe in anticipation. When she finally reached Hermione's clit, her tongue washing over the small nub in a sweeping motion, Hermione cried out, her hands reaching out and curling in Pansy's hair.
Behind the camera, Harry and Draco were stroking each other furiously, egged on by Hermione's soft moans and gasps. They could all but taste her own their own tongues as they watched Pansy's head move between her legs.
Hermione cried out again when Pansy's long fingers thrust inside her without warning, finger fucking her in time with the maddening flicks against her clit. She felt herself begin to crest, her hands tightening in Pansy's hair. The other girl took that as a sign to speed up her thrusts, her tongue circling Hermione's tight bud, the flat surface of it drawing over the small bit of flesh again and again.
Pansy groaned when she felt Hermione begin to buck underneath her, feeling her inner walls clench against her fingers as she came.
"Oh god," Hermione moaned, nearly suffocating Pansy as she thrust up against her mouth, Pansy's face buried in her skirt. Her orgasm rolled over her in fierce waves. When she would have pulled away, her clit too sensitive to withstand Pansy's continued strokes, the other girl tightened her hold on her hips, holding her in place.
"Fuck," Hermione breathed, writhing on the edge of pain at Pansy's continued ministrations. It was almost too good, and she nearly groaned in relief when the dark-haired witch finally released her, letting her convulse with the aftershocks of her orgasm without added stimulation.
Harry was thrusting up into Draco's fist, struggling to keep his eyes open as he felt his orgasm build deep in his belly. He saw Pansy lean over the table, capturing Hermione's mouth again, just as Draco's thumb ghosted over the head of his cock, sliding easily in the precome that had gathered there. The sensation, paired with the erotic picture of Hermione tasting herself on Pansy's lips, sent him rocketing over the edge. He spurted into Draco's hand, a string of obscenities on his lips as he came.
Hermione deepened the kiss, her tongue stroking Pansy's. She ran her hands over every bit of Pansy she could reach, settling on caressing the curve of her full breasts, occasionally trapping her nipples between her fingers and rolling them. Suddenly overcome with the urge to see if Pansy's tight heat felt the same as her own, Hermione ran her hand down over Pansy's hip, forcing her way between their bodies to lift Pansy's skirt.
Draco watched the girls kiss, licking his lips. He bucked his hips up into Harry's hand, knowing he was close. He pressed his tongue against his teeth, his eyes closing against his will as Harry's strokes brought him closer to release. Harry's hand was a blur as it shot up and down his cock, not slowing even when Draco cried out and began to come. Harry milked him for every drop, not stopping until Draco's hips twitched, pulling his overly sensitive cock out of Harry's reach.
Hermione traced her fingers along Pansy's damp knickers, enjoying the way the other girl shivered at the teasing contact. She would have taken things further, slipping her fingers into Pansy's soft folds, but the Slytherin stilled her hand.
"Next time," she murmured, low enough that the camera wouldn't pick it up.
Hermione grinned, removing her hand and cupping Pansy's chin with it, drawing the dark-haired girl in for another deep kiss.
Harry moved in front of the camera on wobbly legs, not wanting to stop them but knowing they were almost out of film.
"That was Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger in the kitchens," Harry said, his voice still breathy from his own orgasm. "Cut."
TBC
Author's note: Thanks for all the great suggestions you've sent in! Keep 'em coming … the castle has plenty of rooms, and I have enough of a dirty imagination to keep this going for awhile, I suspect.
Like Hermione, I'm nervous about femslash, since I don't like doing things I'm not familiar with (and might not be good at!). Please send me tips and feedback if you'd like more femslash in future chappies. (Flames are alright, as long as you're specific about what I need to improve on! *laughs*) It's a popular request, but a bit outside my expertise. *grins*
- Bru