A/N: Hello everyone. Just a short message to say update from now on won't be so often, because, exams are starting.
And little piece of information about the greek educational system?
Exams last more than two weeks and are exhausting.
So till the end of May there will be only two or three more updates.
Of course I'm not giving up this story and I will pick up from where I left when exams are over.
So please put up with it and wish me luck.
I do not own it
Enjoy!
Chapter 5: Between the devil and the deep blue sea
'Wendy Owens.' I write down the third of today's conquests which now makes 'Hell' team have about 12 points. Or date offers if you like. I don't know how is Scorpius doing with his 'Love' list but I'm pretty sure I'll help him win this deal. Especially after Rose committed 'deal-suicide' (as he and I like to call it) three days ago when she announced publicly her contestant was not dating.
"Al!" Alysia calls my name and I barely manage to stop myself from turning around.
"Hey Al!" She repeats closer this time.
"Aha?" I have learnt from experience that the smaller your sentences are the bigger impact they have.
"I just wanted to ask you if you've prepared your Potions' essay for tomorrow." She absent-mindedly fiddles her hair.
"This girl I was snogging last night offered to do it for me." I reply even though, truth is I spent almost four hours trying to figure out exactly how old a mandrake should be to be harvested and make Mandrake Draught. Apparently every Potions' book in the Library had its own opinion on the matter.
"I wish I could remember what her name was…" I pretend to shrug it off indifferently.
"Oh! Well, I am a bit stuck with it and I wanted you to help me sometime today." Alysia adapts a pleading look and I swear I'm on the verge to say 'yes' till I see another girl arriving.
"Aly! Zack's been looking all over for you. He asked you to be there at once." The unknown girl mutters and sends a grin my way. I grin back at her. Though I'm narrowing my inner eye. McLaggen.
Yes, of course. Now, it's the time, I've been waiting for.
The time to beat that little devil in his own game.
"Crap! Al I have to-…" Oh, no, no! Enough is enough. I always said I was a nice guy, that hasn't changed. But, damn it, I've never said I was a fool too! A man can be ditched that many times.
I grab her hand, making sure I'm not hurting her and I force her to look up at me.
"No. You don't get to leave while I'm talking to you." I growl. Ok, maybe that was a little mean but… girls feed on misery right?
"Al, please, he's my boyfriend, I have to go when he wants to talk to me." Well, Scorpius was right about one thing. That girl does like to be mistreated.
"I don't give a shit what he wants. Now you're with me and that's exactly where you'll stay if you care for me. Unless of course you don't. In which case you are free to go and never come back." Here that's all I had to say. I'm not a bastard like McLaggen. She can go if she wants. But I won't always be here for her.
"Listen, Al…" Hell, I cannot let her talk me out of this.
"No. I'm done listening. Now, if you'll excuse me, since you made your decision it's time for me to go to the next girl." I clear up and take a step. Please take the bait, please take the bait!
I see a thin hand raising and manage to catch it inches from my face. Damn it, she was going to slap me. I glare down and she pushes her lips together in an effort to look mad.
"Now, now, we both know I'm not the one who really deserves this attack." I point out, proud at my Seeker reflexes.
She stares at me thoughtful for a long moment. It looks as if she's weighting her options in her mind. At first my words appear to have hit their target. Her eyes are burning with anger, which I bet is no longer for me. But then, I spot her determination faltering for a second, like she thought better of it.
"It's your choice to ruin your life with that dolt. Just know that you're making a fool of yourself." I add. Luckily the fire returns.
"Wait for me." She exclaims before she gets lost in the hordes of students.
And so I do wait, curious to see how persuasive I can in fact be.
Ten minutes later I see her blonde hair floating straight to me. I cock an eyebrow and wait as ordered.
"It's done. I'll stay with you." She says with a smile.
"Really?" I shriek and then curse my bloody poor acting skills that failed with the first sign of success.
"I mean, how come?" I recover as fast as possible.
"I broke up with Zack." She did what?! They're no longer together? And what for? Because I demanded it? That cannot be it. No, no…
"Why?" I ask and for once I feel just as serious and uncertain as my words indicate.
"I was making a fool of myself wasn't I? Besides if I didn't you wouldn't go out with me." Shit! Scorpius is a genius! He's a mastermind. A bloody saint! Man, I had no idea that's all it took to get her. I had no idea I just needed to be straight-forward with her and just say exactly what I thought of McLaggen and their relationship. Of course a little bit (ok a bunch) of heartlessness helped too.
I know my eyes are probably shining and I am inches from doing a happy dance but I need to take it easy. If breaking her heart was what did the job then I cannot abandon this tactic just yet.
"And why would I ever go out with you?" I ask nonchalantly. But I so like her! She's so cute. I'm breaking her heart but I still think she's amazing!
Merlin if she could read my thoughts she'd be so freaked out.
"Because, I'm the only one who can do this so well." She says seductively and – Wow!
I mean wow!
She's- she's kissing me?! And she's tangled her hands around my torso and she's really just as good as she claims to be. I push her away from me before she drives me nuts, cursing the gods for having to act this way.
Scorpius I take it back. You're a devil for making me push her away. Or actually advising me to.
"What?" She inquires innocently. Oh, nothing really. I just pulled away from one of the best kisses in my life, that's all. Damn you Scorpius!
"I'll think about your offer." I tell her and taking my bag that had fallen off my shoulder, for obvious reasons, I make my exit.
To my great relief first class in Herbology with the Ravenclaws so I can cheer all I want much to my cousin's and her friend's dismay.
"I really cannot believe that this is the guy I heard Mary Clearwater call 'cool and serious' just ten minutes ago." Ethnie mutters to Rose's ear as I jump up and down causing my Fanged Geranium to throw down all its fangs.
"Malfoy's done a good job with him, you have to admit it Rose." She adds walking past me to get some fertilizer.
"Malfoy's the devil personified. Babies like Al are a piece of cake for him to convert." Rose mutters between het teeth and takes a step away from me to avoid getting hit by yet another falling fang.
"But he's a genius!" I protest, fully indenting to stand up for my friend and savior.
"Please, don't say things like that in front of Rose. You'll hurt her feelings." Ethnie comments returning to her seat.
"Sorry, Rosie, didn't mean to." I apologize. "You're always the first in our year." I remind her.
"Well, no worries. Nothing much can affect me today." I raise an eyebrow and I see Ethnie from across the table doing the same.
"Why so happy?" She asks her best friend.
"I had a word with Malfoy this morning." She explains.
"And why on earth would that make you happy?" I mean… Talking with Malfoy and being happy for Rose is just like chocolate and soup. She has both of them quite often but they just don't go together.
"Because it appears that my team has won seven dates just this morning." I gape at her and so does Ethnie.
How is that possible?
"But-but… you committed deal-suicide!" I put in.
"That's what you and that arse say. I think it was a marvelous idea to announce that Malfoy is joining the clergy. Now all the girls are trying to talk him out of it." Oh! I don't think we had thought of that possibility.
"And guess how they do it." Rose concludes and I sigh. They ask him out right? That's how they do it…
Scorpius is bound to be furious with this.
Where is that boy? Where is he?! Now that I need to speak to him he chooses to disappear. Damn it, we're facing a crisis here! That little idea of Weasley's turned out to be a breakthrough. Who'd have thought?
And seriously, are girls, so freaking stupid? I mean I said it clearly. I'm not dating. What more do I have to do, publish it in the Prophet? Pff…
She cannot win this! She just can't. It's annoying enough that she wins most of our arguments I won't let her win the deal too. That would be unforgivable. I am a clever, cool, admired man who will not be seen walking down the Great Hall with his Potions' book. Only!
No, this time it'll be her who will face the music when her diary will be exposed as well as her knickers. And I will be the one laughing sardonically cause, for once, I beat her!
I shake my head to dispose images of Weasley's diary and (what the hell?!) knickers. I'm not a pervert you know (that reference going to the knickers).
"Ok, you need to stop making that face, it's scaring the crap out of me." I look up from the book I'm reading only to come across an indeed terrified Will.
"What face?" I ask innocently?
"You know, that face you make which looks like you're possessed by demons and down with spattergoit at the same time…" Will, clears up and I glare at him scandalized. I don't make such a face. No human can in fact make such a face!
"He means your plotting-against-Weasley face." I hear Andy from behind me and form an 'O' with my mouth. Aaah! That face.
"Well, I am plotting against her, so it can't be helped." I reply rolling my eyes at their ignorance.
"In that case plan harder, cause she's beating us." Albus enters the Slytherin Common Room like we had agreed. The fact that he's fifteen minutes late leaving him unaffected.
"Hey." Andy waves at the black-haired Gryffindor.
"Hi, Andy, Will." Albus replies but Wiil just nods grimly. I have this feeling he doesn't very much enjoy Albus' presence here.
"I know she is. Do you think I haven't seen my scores?" I mumble still reading.
"So what do you plan on doing?" Andy asks playing with his Quidditch goggles.
"Maybe you should drop the deal." Will suggest and all three of us (As in, me, Andy and Albus) stay speechless for a whole five minutes.
"What- what did I say?" He looks around at us crazed.
Hah! Break the deal… The deal with Weasley… With Weasley! Hahaha…
I burst out laughing, eerily. Yeah, this time even I realize I sound possessed. But it's only natural, you know.
Break the deal with Weasley…Good one!
"I'll be dead before I do that." I declare bravely and then upon seeing Will's disbelieving smile I add.
"No, really, I will. I'll win the deal, hang her knickers up the Gryffindor Tower and then die a very brutal death." I announce reassuringly.
"Oh! So that's what your prize was if you won…" Will gasps.
"Why, what did you thought? I'm pretty sure I mentioned I wanted to get her knickers." I say thoughtfully. I really am sure I've told him.
"You did. But I never imagined you meant that." Once more Will gets stared at by three deeply troubled pairs of eyes.
"I mean, you know, you mentioned knickers and I thought… you had something else in mind… Like shagging her or something." What the fuck is he talking about? Merlin's pants -agh- that's just disturbed. And not only cause it's Weasley, but also cause I'd never ask someone to do this as a part of a deal! That's cheap and revolting and awful. I like girls, true, and I'm a lot of things. But no part of me is vulgar.
"Danvers! You have no right to talk about my cousin in such a way!" Albus protests with clenched fists. And he's right. Weasley is stupid and studious and boring and aggressive and ridiculous but she's not cheap.
Besides….
"It's not like she'd ever agree to sleep with me, anyway." I- Whoops… That appears to have slipped my tongue.
Oh, damn it all, now they're staring at me weirdly. Come on, I didn't mean it as a prospect. I meant it more like… a general observation of Weasley's nature…
Not to make much of it. Yeah… surely not!
It'd be ridiculous if they did. I'm not disturbed. I thought we cleared that up.
"Ok, erm…ehem… yeah…" I cough uncomfortably.
"You wanted to talk to Albus!" Andy exclaims, saving the day.
"Right!" Albus agrees with enthusiasm.
"Of course!" I add, sighing deeply that they didn't overreacted about this little stupid comment.
"So, Albus, as I was beginning to say before being interrupted," At that I glare at Will, whose ignorance in Weasley-related matters has caused me trouble more than once today.
"We need to work more with you. I cannot loose from Weasley." I finish my sentence returning to my never-dying point, that, Weasley just has to go down in flames.
"Ok, what's lesson number two?" Albus asks.
"Promote yourself." I state firmly.
"Meaning?" Well, how shall I put this?
"Girls ask you questions about yourself and only if you give the correct answer do you get to capture a girl's attention." I explain and the Gryffindor nods.
"There are some standard questions I should work with you." I continue.
"Ok, start." Albus shifts to his seat to get more comfortable preparing himself for the questions.
"Do you like studying?" I ask. Now, that's a trick question. I'm quite afraid that this bookworm's cousin will fail it.
"I- It's…ok, I guess." I sigh displeased by his answer. I just knew he'd mess it up.
"No, no and no!" I mimic McGonagall when she sees someone trying to sneak out of their Common Rooms late in the night.
"First of all, no man who respects himself admits he likes studying. And second of all, you stuttered! What's wrong with you?" I tell him off.
"Look, you can either say 'you hardly ever occupy yourself with it' or that it is 'a good pastime' ." I put in some ideas and my student nods.
"Question number two. How many girls have you dated?" I particularly like this question.
"Lots?" He tries. I grit my teeth again.
"You're not supposed to reply with a question. That shows uncertainty. And also, the right answer is 'none'." I can barely hear Andy mutter something like 'Al woke up the McGonagall in him' and laugh but I pay him no attention.
"None?" Will seems puzzled by it.
"None, but you've snogged Merlin knows how many." I complete my sentence happily.
"Oh!" Albus and Will mumble together and Andy rolls his eyes.
"On to question number four. Have you ever been in love?" Now that's an easy one.
"No and I don't plan to." I sigh in relief. At least he figured that one out.
"Good." I confirm.
"What are your plans for the future?" Ok, let's see him now.
"No plans. Just have fun." Aha… I think he's beginning to get it.
"Cool and what will you do for a living?" I ask and Albus ponders about it for a while.
"I want to be a lawyer." He replies proudly. Now, I don't doubt that this is what he wants but it just won't do. Lawyers are dorks.
"No." I mutter.
"But that's what I want to be!" He puts in unnerved.
"Don't care. When a chick asks you what you want to do for a living you always say you want to be a professional Quidditch player." It's quite easy really…
"That's a lie!" Albus protests.
"No kidding!" I act surprised. I hear him grumbling and I smirk.
"Ok, I suppose that's enough for today." I mean I've got other things to do.
"Oh, phew!" Albus sighs and conjures a bottle of water.
"Scorpius, you totally worn him off." Andy chuckles.
"I have a deal to win." I mutter picking up my book again and turning to the page I was.
"And now that I think of it," I pause and look at the black-haired boy over my book. "I think I have already won a deal." I smirk satisfied.
"You mean with me? Well, not yet, my friend." What? Why not? Weasley said it clearly, Thomas kissed him.
"Why not, didn't you kiss?" I ask.
"She tried to kiss me but I pushed her away." Hey! That's just cheating!
"You can't do that!" I exclaim.
"Yes, I can, cause we haven't yet gone on a date and apparently our deal was that 'she'd come to me begging for a snog'. Which she didn't. It was just a small, tiny kiss." I snort at his reply.
"Well, we both know that you wouldn't have even dreamt of such a tiny kiss had it not been for me." I hiss offended.
"You got that one right." He nods.
"So, it's just a matter of time." I try to think positively.
"I guess. Probably in next Saturday's trip." Albus messes his hair and says.
"About that," I turn to look at Andy who just spoke. "What are we going to do Scorpius?" Oh, the Hogsmeade trip!
"I have to babysit third-years with Weasley." I think that's what she said.
"But, Rose is meeting Edgecombe." Albus chirps. Oh, now is she?
"Edgecombe?" Will puts in.
"Like, Edgecombe the Prophet's Wonder Boy?" Hell, is there anyone who hasn't read this article?
"Isn't that guy like a wild card? You know doing all kinds of stuff?" Andy eyes me perplexed.
"He is. And he aces every one of them too." Albus replies. Yeah, yeah, we've been told.
"And Weasley's dating him?" Andy continues asking to my great dismay.
"Yes." Albus agrees.
"I just need to make sure they reach Hogsmeade alive. After that I'm free." I clear up, trying to change the subject.
"However that's the problem with having too many date offers. I cannot choose." I say thoughtfully.
"You know what? I'll go right now and ask the girls to take a little snogging test with me. The better one wins a date." What a marvelous idea! I'll go do that right now!
"Not so fast." Andy shouts. Why not?!
"Or have you forgotten that at the moment you're 'not dating'?" I feel his words hitting me like bullets. How cruel!
"Unless you want to sabotage Weasley… in which case go on…" He adds with a smirk. Argh…he knows I don't sabotage her.
"I only beat Weasley fairly." I mutter dejectedly.
"Why? You're a Slytherin right?" Will inquires just a little bit angry.
"I won't give her the satisfaction to call me a cheater." I declare proudly.
"Now, will you shut it? If I don't get to snog someone tonight then I want to at least be able to read my bloody book!" I hollow at them and sit back down.
"Why don't you go to your Common Room to do that?" Andy looks carefully at me.
"Weasley's studying and she doesn't want to be bothered." I reply mechanically, having heard this over a million times.
"Then, why aren't you there bothering her?" Albus asks. Now, why would I ever do such a thing? I stare innocently at them. Really, who do they think I am?
"I would never do that." I try hesitantly. Yeah, that doesn't sound too persuasive.
"That's not it." Andy counters and I hold my breath.
"Thing is, he doesn't want to be bothered either." That's not true! It's big fat lie!
"He wants to study." Ok, he might be my best friend but he really crossed a line here.
"Studying is a mere pastime for me and you know it." I retort.
"Sorry mate but I'm not one of your stupid snogs. Those lines don't work on me." Oh, shoot! I actually used one of the lines I taught Albus minutes ago. Damn that's what happens when you tell your secrets.
"Fine, I'll prove it to you. You see, this is not a school book. It's muggle literature, not some stupid, wizarding school book." I push the book in his face and speak loudly.
Then I pull it back.
Cause every single Slytherin is looking at me, surprise written on their snake-like expressions. Ok, maybe that was a bit out of line.
"Well, done Scorpius." Andy mumbles looking around us at the glaring, disgusted figures of fellow students.
"Blood-traitor!" I hear someone sneer.
"Reading muggle books, you're a disgrace to your House." Another one hisses. Everywhere I look I see glares and repulsed expressions. Like I'm dirt. As if being hated by the rest of the school because of my family's history was not enough. Now I had to go and advertize muggle books, making even those few people who accepted me, turns their backs at me.
Perfect.
But it's not like I did anything wrong. Damn it that's who I am. I am the son of a Death-Eater and my family has been known to betray people. Can't change that. And I like books. I like this one and I don't five a shit if its muggle literature.
Bloody hell, I'm sick of pretending all the time!
"Will you give it a break with this muggle-hating of yours?" I shout and take off.
Ok, whatever, I'll go to the Heads' Common Room to read.
Idiots!
"I'm gonna regret this, I'm gonna regret thi-iiiis, I gon-na regree-eet this." I sing-song under my breath whilst walking to the couch near the fireplace. Cause, you know…I'm gonna regret this.
And mum always says singing relieves anxiety. She for instance was singing before her wedding. Now what exactly it was that she sang I'd rather not know. Still, I thought of trying this out.
I keep walking, then pause in front of the couch and take a deep breath. I'm so gonna regret this.
"So, Malfoy I was wondering…" I begin and he raises his head from his book.
"What is it now? Have you people made an agreement to piss me off tonight? Cause I have to say it's working wonders for you! I mean what the hell? I just wanted to read a bit." I see him getting all worked up and take a step back.
"You're always the one who whines about not being able to read in peace. So why can't you just respect other people's reading time?" What happened to him? It's not as if I killed his cat or something. I just said that I was wondering.
"Or are you going to make a rude comment about me being 'a traitor of my House and all purebloods' too just because I'm reading a muggle book? Cause if you are then let me just tell you I've been told before." He shouts at me and I gasp. Ok, he's getting scary. I should go get my wand.
"I-…" I murmur but he puts a stop to it with his petrifying looks alone.
"What? You think I'm a jerk too? Well, join the club. Oh, what am I saying? You joining the club?! You bloody created it." He accuses and I move yet once again backwards.
Then out of nowhere and before I manage to notice it a book appears under my feet. I stumble on it, and –agh! - I fall heavy on the floor.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! That hurt!" I hollow and rub my bruised parts. Then upon making a failed try to stand up I notice Malfoy looking awestruck down at me.
He seems pretty much as if he just woke up from his slumber. His eyes are red and wide open as if trying to make out who exactly he is talking to and isn't quite succeeding.
I take a deep breath realizing that now, even if I try to, I won't be able to stand up. Cause he's standing right over my head.
"Are you alive Weasley?" He whispers and I'm guessing this is his way of asking whether I am ok or not. I nod. Then I see a long pale hand appearing in front of my face. I look at it closely, imagining Malfoy beginning to pull me up and then letting me fall back down, laughing sardonically in the process.
But, that's not gonna happen right? He wouldn't look away from me if he wished to do that. But still, taking his hand seems like too big a challenge. I don't think I've ever really touched him before. Merlin, I don't think I've ever even thought of it till now.
I always half-expected him to have a slimy skin akin to that of a snake's and long curvy nails like claws that grab their pray and consume it.
But, to my surprise, his fingers, though abnormally pale and long, are particularly slim and straight with normal nails on their tips. His hands are bigger than mine but that's hardly unexpected since he's almost two heads taller than me and pretty muscle-y.
I raise my hand slowly, as slowly as it gets actually, and reach for his. I feel something warm and stable but then I hear a bell ringing inside my head.
What am I doing?
That sod almost killed me a minute ago. Why aren't I mad? Why am I not screaming at him?
I retrieve my hand like it somehow got burnt by nothing in particular and use it to pick up my self instead. I grunt a bit at the pain coming from my back and sit heavily on the couch. After a few silent moments I realize that this is Malfoy's spot and stand up at the speed of light.
I just knew I was going to regret this.
I begin returning to my corner when I notice him calling me.
"Weasley!" He says and I turn around.
"Was there something you wanted?" I raise an eyebrow at that. Good timing that's how I call this…
"I did, but I think I'd rather stay alive for tonight." I mutter sending him a hurt look that probably won't affect him a bit.
"Are you a prejudiced Slytherin git?" He asks seriously.
"No." …But I thought you were one. I fight the urge to retort.
"Then you'll be safe." Malfoy assures and though his words were never a proof of safety to me, upon remembering his warm, soft hands I take a step back to the couch.
"Look, I didn't mean to disturb your- wait a moment! You're reading?!" In a moment I have forgotten all fear and uncertainty about this and I am staring at the book lying open on the sofa.
He picks it up as if inspecting it and I can clearly see the title 'Around the world in 80 days'. My book?
Could this be the reason he was mistreated by the Slytherins?
"I am." He admits.
"But-but…there's no one here." I stutter confused.
"There's you and then there's me…" He uses his long pale fingers to count, even though we are just two.
"I mean, there are no girls." I explain myself.
"I just wanted to read this. Forget about the girls." He states and I gulp. I have forgotten about the girls but…has he too forgotten about them? Is he really voluntarily joining the clergy?
"But that's not why you're here." He puts in and suddenly I remember exactly how pissed he was last time I interrupted him so I decide not to press my luck.
"Oh, yes. I was just wondering…" I stop again shut my eyes and wait for the explosion.
"I won't kill you, go on." I nod at this and look up.
"You see I have been stuck in my Potions' Essay for Mandrake Draught for three hours now and since you are better than me in Potions I thought I'd come and ask." He stares at me panting with an unreadable expression on his face.
"I could pay you." I add hastily.
"What is your problem?" He asks and crosses his arms expectantly.
"I've read it a million times but I still don't get how we can mix Mandrake roots, stir counter-clockwise and not have an explosion." I mean I'm a hundred percent sure you're never supposed to stir a Mandrake roots' potion counter-clockwise.
Malfoy seems to think of it for a moment.
"You don't use Mandrake roots in the Mandrake Draught. You use Mandrake leaves." He replies but that cannot be right!
"But in the book it says…" I mutter.
"It says Mandrake leaves." He interrupts.
"No! I'm pretty sure it says roots." I counter.
"You're wrong." He insists.
"I'm never wrong." I retort quickly.
"We'll see about that. Give me your book." I nod stubbornly and go fetch my Potions' book. He takes it from my hands and without even looking at the index he opens the right page. I see his eyes roaming around the page till they stop at some spot in the middle.
"Your book is wrong." My… what?!
"But you haven't even checked yours, you're just trying to counter a book with your own knowledge." I protest.
"Fine, here look." He opens his bag and pulls out a book identical to mine. He finds the Mandake Draught page with equal easiness and gives it to me.
I look at it carefully and realize that indeed it says Mandrake leaves. But mine says roots… What is supposed to be the right answer?
"I don't get it." I mumble and scratch my chin.
"When was your book edited?" Malfoy asks now and checking the first page I reply.
"March 1987." He sighs.
"Where did you get that ancient copy?" Ancient? Oh! I know!
"My Potions' book is still locked inside my dorm so I borrowed this from Slyghorn." I explain.
"That would make sense. The book obviously had some mistakes in it so they had it re-edited. I'm guessing you have the old edition." He clears up. And it's true. That makes perfect sense.
"So it is Mandrake leaves!" I clap my hands happily. Phew! And I thought I had really gone stupid, taking me three hours to go past the introduction of the essay.
"Malfoy…I-, erm… you know…" I try to make a coherent sentence but it just won't come out.
"Would you really mind it if I stayed here and checked out the rest of the ingredients list? I mean there are bound to be some more mistakes and I'd hate to fail Potions." I take in a deep breath and prepare myself for his refusal.
"Just make sure you're silent." He shrugs, to my shock and relief.
I sit on the armchair across the couch and take the two books in my hands.
I feel rather uneasy for asking his help but well, I guess I was between the devil and the deep blue sea. So it couldn't be helped.
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