Chapter Fourteen
This is a Song for the Broken Hearted
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, and the song title is a deliberate misquote of lyrics from Jon Bon Jovi.
A.N. I hope this is worth the wait.
A billion tiny stars twinkled, tiny pinpricks in the deeps curtain of night. Lightening snaked across the ceiling, between patches of pink and lavender cloud.
Convulsed over his magic guitar Shawn Corso strummed out the end of a vibrant guitar solo in a fit of motion. The hall fell silent for a brief moment before erupting into applause.
The crowd once more fell silent as the spotlight engulfed the Lionhearts in a bath of pink light.
Shawn stepped back, lowering his head so that his glimmering black hair hung over his face. Given his own artistic license Shawn had done little to change his original costume. He wore a pair of very tight black leather pants over a pair of scarlet dragon skin boots. He wore a long sleeved scarlet fishnet shirt under his sleeveless Lionhearts Jacket. His jacket was made of black denim and adorned with a Lionhearts patch on the back.
Dean Thomas slowly began to tap out a single note, establishing the beat. Sat behind his drum set he was dressed identically to Shawn, save that he oddly wore no shoes.
Violet matched Dean's beat on her keyboard. Violet bobbed her head, apiece of her short purple hair hung over her left eye. She wore a silken black bell sleeved top over black bell-bottom pants and black tennis shoes with purple laces. The large hoop earrings in her ears and the bangles on her wrist reflected the light from the spotlight.
Ginny had dressed to match Violet, except that she wore red laces in her shoes.
Finally, Hermione stepped forward into the halo of soft pink light and glitter began to float down from the ceiling into the crowd. Hermione wore the short vinyl skirt that had originally been part of her costume. She'd laced a pair of black knee-high platform boots with scarlet and gold ribbon. Her eyes scanned the crown desperately to find Severus. She finally spotted him, seated at to the left side of the crowd at a table with Dumbledore. He was staring at her breathlessly, but refused to meet her eyes. She bowed her head finally, clasping her microphone to her chest in trembling fingerless leather glove clad hands. She had a scarlet tube top on under her unbuttoned navy blue denim Lionhearts jacket.
Shawn and Ginny began to play behind her and she cleared her mouth before opening her mouth to sing.
'I'd been real sad for a long long time,
But then I saw you standing there
Wearing black with your long hair.
I felt your arms caress my soul.
I broke my heart the day I let you go.'
She looked up at the lightening flecked ceiling, tears flowing from her eyes and glitter falling like snow into her hair.
'And all of the world is a twirl,
Spinning madly in a whirl.
I had you once.
I let you go.
And now I'm standing outside in the rain,
Trying to find some kind of rest for my fevered brain.'
Hermione met Severus' eyes across the hall, and saw a single tear running down his cheek.
'And I'm sorry for all of the things that I've said
I'm sorry I never took you to bed
And I'm standing outside in the rain,
Looking up at your door
And trying to stifle the pain.'
I had you once.
I can't let go.
But I thought you might like to know
That I'm standing outside in the rain.
And I don't know how much longer I can wait.
For you.'
Hermione's last two words were spoken in a whisper that echoed through the Great Hall before the entire room exploded into cheers.
Hermione's eyes met Severus' for a brief instant before she ran backstage, tears streaming down her face.
Deep in the crowd Harry looked over at Severus Snape, who was whispering into Dumbledore's ear.
Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat and cleared his throat, causing the entire hall to abruptly fall silent.
'I'd like to open he stage to a little karaoke from the staff. I myself would like to start with my favorite song. That was originally written by four men that would have giver the marauders a run for their money. When I'm Sixty-Four by the Beatles.'
Harry was the only other person in the room that fully understood everything that Dumbledore had just said. Harry had always thought that Dumbledore liked to talk a lot of nonsense, but now he wondered if everything he said really made sense if you understood where he was coming from.
In any case Harry only caught the first stanza before he was out of earshot, trying to locate Hermione back stage.
'When I get older losing my hair
many years from now
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to three
would you lock the door
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four.'
Harry searched through a maze of curtains backstage looking for Hermione. He finally found her leaning against a large wooden crate with her knees pulled up against her chest.
Harry crouched down next to Hermione and gently pulled her hair out of her face. Hermione looked up at him with glittering tear filled eyes.
Harry smiled at her. 'Dumbledore's singing When I'm Sixty-Four.'
Hermione gave him a weak smile. 'Really?'
Harry nodded, 'Are you going to be okay?'
Hermione sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes, she took a breath and stood up, clasping Harry's arm for support. 'Yeah I think I'll be fine. I just want to sit down somewhere.'
Harry took her back out into the throng and led her by the arm to an empty table near the back.
Hermione sat down and buried her head in her arms. She had pounded every ounce of emotion she had experienced over the past couple of weeks into that one song, and it had left her feeling drained. She wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Severus and fall into a deep enveloping sleep. She'd forgiven him, yes, but the real question was whether or not he had forgiven her.
Hermione had begun to sink into an emotionless stupor when she heard a familiar voice drifting over the crowd, magically amplified by a microphone. Hermione abruptly looked up to see Severus Snape up on stage, looking very out of place amongst the pools of glitter and pink spotlight.
Across the sea of student their eyes met at last and he smiled.
'Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You're much too young, girl'
He sang in a deep tuneful voice, never breaking his eyes away from Hermione.
'With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You're old enough
To give me Love
And now it hurts to know the truth, Oh,
Beneath your perfume and make-up
You're just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it is wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes, Oh,
So hurry home to your mama
I'm sure she wonders where you are'
Severus looked sadly at her for a moment longer and then looked down at his feet.
'Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far, Oh,
Young girl'
Severus finished his song, and was greeted by very confused polite applause. He
bowed and met Hermione's eyes again before running out onto the grounds.
Hermione looked at Harry, her eyes full of hurt confusion. Harry only looked at her indecisively. Hermione wanted to scream out in utter despair, but instead she held it all in and walked inconspicuously out onto the grounds.
Once she was out of the castle Hermione ran desperately towards Severus, simultaneously being drenched by the falling rain. She clasped onto his arm, tears running down her cheeks.
Severus stopped walking and turned to look at her.
His cold emotionless eyes caused Hermione to fall to her knees in a puddle. Sobbing, she clung to Severus' ankle.
Severus knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, kissing away her rain soaked tears. He stood up with her in his arms pulling her into a standing position. 'Silly girl,' he whispered in her ear over and over again as she clung to his chest. "Don't you see that this is best?'
Hermione broke into another fit of sobs.
'It's not meant to be Hermione, it's dangerous, for both of us.' He embraced her tightly; tears running unashamedly down his own face. 'Let me go.'
'I can't,' She said weakly, 'I love you.'
Severus looked down at her, his face full of pain. 'I love you too.'
Hermione smiled, still crying. 'Then, what does it matter?'
Severus smiled. She was right, what did it matter? If they loved each other than nothing else could touch them. He'd rather spend ten minutes with her wrapped in his arms, than live a hundred years alone. 'It doesn't,' he said finally. 'Can you forgive me?'
She smiled at him and wiped the tears from her eyes. 'Silly professor,' she said at last and kissed the tip of his nose on tiptoe. 'Of course I forgive you.'
Hermione and Severus sat on a secluded bench by the lake, hidden from the school by the overhanging branches of a nearby willow tree. Hermione leaned against Severus' chest gazing up at him and twirling a lock of his dripping wet hair between her fingers.
'Severus?' Hermione asked softly.
'Yes.' He looked down at her lovingly.
'What was her name?' Hermione asked, causing Severus to look down at her in confusion. 'The girl,' Hermione added. 'What was her name?'
Severus bit his lip and answered her reluctantly. 'Rebecca, her name was Rebecca.'
Hermione smiled. 'I was going to test you. I wasn't going to forgive you unless you cared enough to find out what her name was, but then I realized that I loved you and nothing else mattered anymore.'
Severus sighed. 'Of course I care, but that doesn't mean that I regret what I did. It was very unfortunate, and I lament that it had to happen, but I did it to save you, Hermione, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I love you more than anything, and that's not right either, but if anything had happened I couldn't have handled it. It would have destroyed me Hermione. I would rather die a thousand deaths than see you hurt in any way Hermione. That's why I can't let you go even though I know that I should, and that's why I killed that werewolf. Can you understand that?'
Hermione smiled. 'Yes, it doesn't mean that I think you're right, but I understand.'
They sat in silence for a long time, only the patter of rain as it splattered their clothes and the thunder and lightening overhead permeating the silence, before Hermione finally spoke again.
'I want to name our first child Rebecca,' she said softly, closing her eyes.
Severus smiled, closed his eyes, and rested his head against hers.
The patter of rain and the thunder and lightening went on as they slipped into the treacle depths of sleep. Two lost souls clasped in each other's arms, for one brief moment they were no longer lost but found within each other, sleeping in the rain.
A.N. I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I sort of hit a block. I hope you liked it. For all of you who were expecting a juicy sex scene you're just going to have to grin and bear it, ...at least until the next chapter.
Disclaimer: When I'm Sixty-Four is by the Beatles, Young Girl is by Gary Puckett, and The Rain is by me, so that's probably why it sucks.
Thanks:...I'm kinda backlogged on these, so I'll do them by chapter.
Chapter 11:
stargazer starluver: I have a plot planned in the back of my mind, .. the thing is, by the time it comes around to put certain things into the story I'll screw up and then my plot won't work.
Amara Tsu: pats Amara on the shoulder It's okay, you are forgiven. I realize how much moving really sucks ass. My computer has been broken for the past month now, which apart from the writer's block is the other reason I'm so slow updating. I'm sorry I killed the werewolf, but I had to think of a really good reason for Hermione to be mad at Sevi. I needed her to be mad at him in order for my feeble plot to work, so I was cornered. Thanks for another wonderful review by the way.
adnarel: 'Mione will be all right.
Chapter 12:
Belle Mortis: Sevi's tear at the ball while Hermione was singing was just for you. How was your birthday?
Sarahamanda: Writer's block is a bitch.
Mademoiselle Morte: I didn't really think that Hermione was being a bitch, but I was feeling rather angry when I wrote that chapter and I had that song stuck in my head.
sallene: I'm glad that you're enjoying my fic, and I'm sorry I'm so lousy at updating in a decent time frame.
Parody-of-an-Angel: I think I should have my Sirius/Remus fic up by the end of the week. I have the rough draft done, I just need to type it up, I think that you'll like it though.
Anarane Anwamane: Thankee-sai
Aindel S. Druida: I'm just bitter because Sirius died. I need to blame it on someone, and Harry's around more often than Bellatrix. Sirius isn't dead anyway though, he's only D... He'll be back; we've not heard the last of Sirius Black.
adnarel: exactly like you said: 'ahh fuck, Severus needs to hear that song.' I'd wot there's two thinks in that sentence that dear Severus needs.
Pixie-dust2525: Thank you, and again sorry for the slow update. Writer's block is a bitch.
crazley: Jet is a bit of a newfound obsession for me. I'm getting their cd tonight.
Chapter 13:
Anarane Anwamane: Meddling and old yes, a fool no.
Lucifer Yaway: I'm glad that you like the outside influences; I'm always self-conscious of those. I love the penname by the way; almost...I don't know... the two characteristics of man. Clever. Of course, I'm probably reading too much into it. Oh, well, it's clever either way, kudos.
sallene: The Harry being grossed out thing was inspired by my friend Sam, who hates that I tend to leave Harry in the background too much because I'm angry with him.
Daxi: hangs head in shame The dreaded writers block fell on top of me.
Mademoiselle Morte: Yes, poor Shawn. He was created for the sole purpose of my own sick pleasure at having fun with his little psyche, because to him I AM GOD!
Sarahamanda: thanks
Belle Mortis: Writer's block is a bitch, and no Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is not about drugs. My friend Sam was all in favor of hanging you from the ceiling by your ankles, but I'm too nice for that so I'm just going to lightly reprimand you. FOR SHAME! Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is a song that was inspired by a drawing that John's son Julian did of his friend Lucy. You should now feel enlightened.
Emma Snape: Tee Hee, Thankee-sai.
crazley: lmao?
Kouga'seagleforever: blush and toes the floor aww shucks. Lot's of plotty goodness to come.... damn bunnies.
Aindel S. Druida: sigh the Beatles are great for getting songs stuck in your head, if nothing else. Thanks.
Parody-of-an-Angel: yes yes, lets all just dissolve into less-than-inconspicuous sexual innuendo. Tee Hee.
Draco-FutureBF:. ...Writers block....dissolves into British obscenities
Ana Morales: I realize the progression of 'Mione and Sevi's relationship went a little fast, but (as I've said before) I didn't really feel like going through twenty chapters of them 'getting to know each other better' for a twenty-four chapter fic.
Lady-In-Devil's-Red: Here I am blushing again. I could point out a whole bunch of things that are wrong with my fic, but if you don't see them I'm not about to go pointing them out. I'm glad you found it funny...my feeble attempt at humor. But anyway, thanks a heap.
snakes20: I'm glad you liked it, but you should check out Making My Head Spin by Slytheringirl it's really great.
Jane Padfoot: Again, Writer's block. I'm going to try to update more frequently though, as soon as my computer is fixed...hopefully Monday.
Barymic: I do so enjoy torturing Shawn, that's his lot in life I'm afraid. Sides, he'd look awfully hot with long hair and some eyeliner.
Amara Tsu: Can't imagine why you'd be worried about the ball... I have this really sexy vinyl trench coat that would look awfully hot with one of those skirts.. sigh And you're just going to have to wait for the sex scene until next chapter like everybody else. Yeah well, Snape singing is a bit out of character as well, but I just couldn't resist. I do so love your long random notes though, they're better than blasé reviews any day. Today's rent a senior day and I have my friend Tony walking around the school with red hair, an earring, eyeliner, a collar, and my trench coat, he's looking awfully sexy. Hmm? I get to go camping with a whole bunch of my friends this weekend...yeah camping...what a joke, satellite TV and air conditioning in a two-bedroom camper with a deck. Oh well, ...beats roughing it. I better go though; I have to finish typing this up before the passing bell rings.
Damon Lowe: Oh yes, bloody good fun,...just you wait.
r.s: yes dear, an update just for you, and a lollipop as well hands r.s a loli
Other:
Desert-Rose6: I'm glad that you liked the stone thing because I was feeling really self-conscious that it was too corny.
adnarel: I think that I'm shooting for 24 chapters on this fic. I'll review your stories tomorrow once I post a chapter on another story.
Jane Padfoot: I like the odd couples, and Snape as well of course, now that my beloved Sirius is dead :(.
r.s: hides beware r.s.'s nerves....run away, run away. I'm sorry. IT WAS THE WRITER'S BLOCK! IT WAS THE WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!!
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This is a Song for the Broken Hearted
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, and the song title is a deliberate misquote of lyrics from Jon Bon Jovi.
A.N. I hope this is worth the wait.
A billion tiny stars twinkled, tiny pinpricks in the deeps curtain of night. Lightening snaked across the ceiling, between patches of pink and lavender cloud.
Convulsed over his magic guitar Shawn Corso strummed out the end of a vibrant guitar solo in a fit of motion. The hall fell silent for a brief moment before erupting into applause.
The crowd once more fell silent as the spotlight engulfed the Lionhearts in a bath of pink light.
Shawn stepped back, lowering his head so that his glimmering black hair hung over his face. Given his own artistic license Shawn had done little to change his original costume. He wore a pair of very tight black leather pants over a pair of scarlet dragon skin boots. He wore a long sleeved scarlet fishnet shirt under his sleeveless Lionhearts Jacket. His jacket was made of black denim and adorned with a Lionhearts patch on the back.
Dean Thomas slowly began to tap out a single note, establishing the beat. Sat behind his drum set he was dressed identically to Shawn, save that he oddly wore no shoes.
Violet matched Dean's beat on her keyboard. Violet bobbed her head, apiece of her short purple hair hung over her left eye. She wore a silken black bell sleeved top over black bell-bottom pants and black tennis shoes with purple laces. The large hoop earrings in her ears and the bangles on her wrist reflected the light from the spotlight.
Ginny had dressed to match Violet, except that she wore red laces in her shoes.
Finally, Hermione stepped forward into the halo of soft pink light and glitter began to float down from the ceiling into the crowd. Hermione wore the short vinyl skirt that had originally been part of her costume. She'd laced a pair of black knee-high platform boots with scarlet and gold ribbon. Her eyes scanned the crown desperately to find Severus. She finally spotted him, seated at to the left side of the crowd at a table with Dumbledore. He was staring at her breathlessly, but refused to meet her eyes. She bowed her head finally, clasping her microphone to her chest in trembling fingerless leather glove clad hands. She had a scarlet tube top on under her unbuttoned navy blue denim Lionhearts jacket.
Shawn and Ginny began to play behind her and she cleared her mouth before opening her mouth to sing.
'I'd been real sad for a long long time,
But then I saw you standing there
Wearing black with your long hair.
I felt your arms caress my soul.
I broke my heart the day I let you go.'
She looked up at the lightening flecked ceiling, tears flowing from her eyes and glitter falling like snow into her hair.
'And all of the world is a twirl,
Spinning madly in a whirl.
I had you once.
I let you go.
And now I'm standing outside in the rain,
Trying to find some kind of rest for my fevered brain.'
Hermione met Severus' eyes across the hall, and saw a single tear running down his cheek.
'And I'm sorry for all of the things that I've said
I'm sorry I never took you to bed
And I'm standing outside in the rain,
Looking up at your door
And trying to stifle the pain.'
I had you once.
I can't let go.
But I thought you might like to know
That I'm standing outside in the rain.
And I don't know how much longer I can wait.
For you.'
Hermione's last two words were spoken in a whisper that echoed through the Great Hall before the entire room exploded into cheers.
Hermione's eyes met Severus' for a brief instant before she ran backstage, tears streaming down her face.
Deep in the crowd Harry looked over at Severus Snape, who was whispering into Dumbledore's ear.
Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat and cleared his throat, causing the entire hall to abruptly fall silent.
'I'd like to open he stage to a little karaoke from the staff. I myself would like to start with my favorite song. That was originally written by four men that would have giver the marauders a run for their money. When I'm Sixty-Four by the Beatles.'
Harry was the only other person in the room that fully understood everything that Dumbledore had just said. Harry had always thought that Dumbledore liked to talk a lot of nonsense, but now he wondered if everything he said really made sense if you understood where he was coming from.
In any case Harry only caught the first stanza before he was out of earshot, trying to locate Hermione back stage.
'When I get older losing my hair
many years from now
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to three
would you lock the door
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four.'
Harry searched through a maze of curtains backstage looking for Hermione. He finally found her leaning against a large wooden crate with her knees pulled up against her chest.
Harry crouched down next to Hermione and gently pulled her hair out of her face. Hermione looked up at him with glittering tear filled eyes.
Harry smiled at her. 'Dumbledore's singing When I'm Sixty-Four.'
Hermione gave him a weak smile. 'Really?'
Harry nodded, 'Are you going to be okay?'
Hermione sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes, she took a breath and stood up, clasping Harry's arm for support. 'Yeah I think I'll be fine. I just want to sit down somewhere.'
Harry took her back out into the throng and led her by the arm to an empty table near the back.
Hermione sat down and buried her head in her arms. She had pounded every ounce of emotion she had experienced over the past couple of weeks into that one song, and it had left her feeling drained. She wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Severus and fall into a deep enveloping sleep. She'd forgiven him, yes, but the real question was whether or not he had forgiven her.
Hermione had begun to sink into an emotionless stupor when she heard a familiar voice drifting over the crowd, magically amplified by a microphone. Hermione abruptly looked up to see Severus Snape up on stage, looking very out of place amongst the pools of glitter and pink spotlight.
Across the sea of student their eyes met at last and he smiled.
'Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You're much too young, girl'
He sang in a deep tuneful voice, never breaking his eyes away from Hermione.
'With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You're old enough
To give me Love
And now it hurts to know the truth, Oh,
Beneath your perfume and make-up
You're just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it is wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes, Oh,
So hurry home to your mama
I'm sure she wonders where you are'
Severus looked sadly at her for a moment longer and then looked down at his feet.
'Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far, Oh,
Young girl'
Severus finished his song, and was greeted by very confused polite applause. He
bowed and met Hermione's eyes again before running out onto the grounds.
Hermione looked at Harry, her eyes full of hurt confusion. Harry only looked at her indecisively. Hermione wanted to scream out in utter despair, but instead she held it all in and walked inconspicuously out onto the grounds.
Once she was out of the castle Hermione ran desperately towards Severus, simultaneously being drenched by the falling rain. She clasped onto his arm, tears running down her cheeks.
Severus stopped walking and turned to look at her.
His cold emotionless eyes caused Hermione to fall to her knees in a puddle. Sobbing, she clung to Severus' ankle.
Severus knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, kissing away her rain soaked tears. He stood up with her in his arms pulling her into a standing position. 'Silly girl,' he whispered in her ear over and over again as she clung to his chest. "Don't you see that this is best?'
Hermione broke into another fit of sobs.
'It's not meant to be Hermione, it's dangerous, for both of us.' He embraced her tightly; tears running unashamedly down his own face. 'Let me go.'
'I can't,' She said weakly, 'I love you.'
Severus looked down at her, his face full of pain. 'I love you too.'
Hermione smiled, still crying. 'Then, what does it matter?'
Severus smiled. She was right, what did it matter? If they loved each other than nothing else could touch them. He'd rather spend ten minutes with her wrapped in his arms, than live a hundred years alone. 'It doesn't,' he said finally. 'Can you forgive me?'
She smiled at him and wiped the tears from her eyes. 'Silly professor,' she said at last and kissed the tip of his nose on tiptoe. 'Of course I forgive you.'
Hermione and Severus sat on a secluded bench by the lake, hidden from the school by the overhanging branches of a nearby willow tree. Hermione leaned against Severus' chest gazing up at him and twirling a lock of his dripping wet hair between her fingers.
'Severus?' Hermione asked softly.
'Yes.' He looked down at her lovingly.
'What was her name?' Hermione asked, causing Severus to look down at her in confusion. 'The girl,' Hermione added. 'What was her name?'
Severus bit his lip and answered her reluctantly. 'Rebecca, her name was Rebecca.'
Hermione smiled. 'I was going to test you. I wasn't going to forgive you unless you cared enough to find out what her name was, but then I realized that I loved you and nothing else mattered anymore.'
Severus sighed. 'Of course I care, but that doesn't mean that I regret what I did. It was very unfortunate, and I lament that it had to happen, but I did it to save you, Hermione, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I love you more than anything, and that's not right either, but if anything had happened I couldn't have handled it. It would have destroyed me Hermione. I would rather die a thousand deaths than see you hurt in any way Hermione. That's why I can't let you go even though I know that I should, and that's why I killed that werewolf. Can you understand that?'
Hermione smiled. 'Yes, it doesn't mean that I think you're right, but I understand.'
They sat in silence for a long time, only the patter of rain as it splattered their clothes and the thunder and lightening overhead permeating the silence, before Hermione finally spoke again.
'I want to name our first child Rebecca,' she said softly, closing her eyes.
Severus smiled, closed his eyes, and rested his head against hers.
The patter of rain and the thunder and lightening went on as they slipped into the treacle depths of sleep. Two lost souls clasped in each other's arms, for one brief moment they were no longer lost but found within each other, sleeping in the rain.
A.N. I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I sort of hit a block. I hope you liked it. For all of you who were expecting a juicy sex scene you're just going to have to grin and bear it, ...at least until the next chapter.
Disclaimer: When I'm Sixty-Four is by the Beatles, Young Girl is by Gary Puckett, and The Rain is by me, so that's probably why it sucks.
Thanks:...I'm kinda backlogged on these, so I'll do them by chapter.
Chapter 11:
stargazer starluver: I have a plot planned in the back of my mind, .. the thing is, by the time it comes around to put certain things into the story I'll screw up and then my plot won't work.
Amara Tsu: pats Amara on the shoulder It's okay, you are forgiven. I realize how much moving really sucks ass. My computer has been broken for the past month now, which apart from the writer's block is the other reason I'm so slow updating. I'm sorry I killed the werewolf, but I had to think of a really good reason for Hermione to be mad at Sevi. I needed her to be mad at him in order for my feeble plot to work, so I was cornered. Thanks for another wonderful review by the way.
adnarel: 'Mione will be all right.
Chapter 12:
Belle Mortis: Sevi's tear at the ball while Hermione was singing was just for you. How was your birthday?
Sarahamanda: Writer's block is a bitch.
Mademoiselle Morte: I didn't really think that Hermione was being a bitch, but I was feeling rather angry when I wrote that chapter and I had that song stuck in my head.
sallene: I'm glad that you're enjoying my fic, and I'm sorry I'm so lousy at updating in a decent time frame.
Parody-of-an-Angel: I think I should have my Sirius/Remus fic up by the end of the week. I have the rough draft done, I just need to type it up, I think that you'll like it though.
Anarane Anwamane: Thankee-sai
Aindel S. Druida: I'm just bitter because Sirius died. I need to blame it on someone, and Harry's around more often than Bellatrix. Sirius isn't dead anyway though, he's only D... He'll be back; we've not heard the last of Sirius Black.
adnarel: exactly like you said: 'ahh fuck, Severus needs to hear that song.' I'd wot there's two thinks in that sentence that dear Severus needs.
Pixie-dust2525: Thank you, and again sorry for the slow update. Writer's block is a bitch.
crazley: Jet is a bit of a newfound obsession for me. I'm getting their cd tonight.
Chapter 13:
Anarane Anwamane: Meddling and old yes, a fool no.
Lucifer Yaway: I'm glad that you like the outside influences; I'm always self-conscious of those. I love the penname by the way; almost...I don't know... the two characteristics of man. Clever. Of course, I'm probably reading too much into it. Oh, well, it's clever either way, kudos.
sallene: The Harry being grossed out thing was inspired by my friend Sam, who hates that I tend to leave Harry in the background too much because I'm angry with him.
Daxi: hangs head in shame The dreaded writers block fell on top of me.
Mademoiselle Morte: Yes, poor Shawn. He was created for the sole purpose of my own sick pleasure at having fun with his little psyche, because to him I AM GOD!
Sarahamanda: thanks
Belle Mortis: Writer's block is a bitch, and no Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is not about drugs. My friend Sam was all in favor of hanging you from the ceiling by your ankles, but I'm too nice for that so I'm just going to lightly reprimand you. FOR SHAME! Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is a song that was inspired by a drawing that John's son Julian did of his friend Lucy. You should now feel enlightened.
Emma Snape: Tee Hee, Thankee-sai.
crazley: lmao?
Kouga'seagleforever: blush and toes the floor aww shucks. Lot's of plotty goodness to come.... damn bunnies.
Aindel S. Druida: sigh the Beatles are great for getting songs stuck in your head, if nothing else. Thanks.
Parody-of-an-Angel: yes yes, lets all just dissolve into less-than-inconspicuous sexual innuendo. Tee Hee.
Draco-FutureBF:. ...Writers block....dissolves into British obscenities
Ana Morales: I realize the progression of 'Mione and Sevi's relationship went a little fast, but (as I've said before) I didn't really feel like going through twenty chapters of them 'getting to know each other better' for a twenty-four chapter fic.
Lady-In-Devil's-Red: Here I am blushing again. I could point out a whole bunch of things that are wrong with my fic, but if you don't see them I'm not about to go pointing them out. I'm glad you found it funny...my feeble attempt at humor. But anyway, thanks a heap.
snakes20: I'm glad you liked it, but you should check out Making My Head Spin by Slytheringirl it's really great.
Jane Padfoot: Again, Writer's block. I'm going to try to update more frequently though, as soon as my computer is fixed...hopefully Monday.
Barymic: I do so enjoy torturing Shawn, that's his lot in life I'm afraid. Sides, he'd look awfully hot with long hair and some eyeliner.
Amara Tsu: Can't imagine why you'd be worried about the ball... I have this really sexy vinyl trench coat that would look awfully hot with one of those skirts.. sigh And you're just going to have to wait for the sex scene until next chapter like everybody else. Yeah well, Snape singing is a bit out of character as well, but I just couldn't resist. I do so love your long random notes though, they're better than blasé reviews any day. Today's rent a senior day and I have my friend Tony walking around the school with red hair, an earring, eyeliner, a collar, and my trench coat, he's looking awfully sexy. Hmm? I get to go camping with a whole bunch of my friends this weekend...yeah camping...what a joke, satellite TV and air conditioning in a two-bedroom camper with a deck. Oh well, ...beats roughing it. I better go though; I have to finish typing this up before the passing bell rings.
Damon Lowe: Oh yes, bloody good fun,...just you wait.
r.s: yes dear, an update just for you, and a lollipop as well hands r.s a loli
Other:
Desert-Rose6: I'm glad that you liked the stone thing because I was feeling really self-conscious that it was too corny.
adnarel: I think that I'm shooting for 24 chapters on this fic. I'll review your stories tomorrow once I post a chapter on another story.
Jane Padfoot: I like the odd couples, and Snape as well of course, now that my beloved Sirius is dead :(.
r.s: hides beware r.s.'s nerves....run away, run away. I'm sorry. IT WAS THE WRITER'S BLOCK! IT WAS THE WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!!
Shameless Plugging of Other Fics:
Rose Tint My World: This is a delectable little Rocky Horror Labyrinth crossover that goes along the same kind of lines as this fic. If you've seen Labyrinth and The Rocky Horror Picture Show and you're still reading this fic you'll probably love it.
The Muses Melody: This is a POTC fic, but it's only one chapter long because it hasn't gotten any reviews yet so I haven't continued. If I get one review I'll put up another chapter. It should develop into a Jack/ Norrington slash fic.
Rough Diamonds and Flighty Sparrows: Another POTC fic, which I find rather funny, but doesn't get a lot of recognition. There's a little,...okay, a lot... of slash between Jack and this funny red headed guy. Then Jack and Nat (the redhead), and 'Elizabeth and Will all go on a little adventure.
A Lover's Lament: A one shot Philadelphia fic that I wrote at four a.m. after I saw the movie for the first time.
Not Your Average Pussy Cat: Another Harry Potter fic, from the marauders era. It entails how they became animagi and the events that followed. It's only two chapters right now though; I refuse to have more chapters on a story than I have reviews, unless I have my friends on my case about it.
Coming Soon:
My Sun, My Moon, My Shining Star: A Harry Potter fic. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black love story. It's been floating around in my head for a while and the rainbow colored plot bunnies are forcing it out.