Authors note: Wow. This has taken me a while to get this out, hasn't it? For that, I'm deeply sorry.
I wont start explaining why it's late, because I know half of you will scoff, roll your eyes at your screens, and mutter how I'm a liar. Trust me, I've done it to many before myself.
I just have one thing to say… OH MY GOD, I'VE JUST WATCHED HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART TWO!
Honestly, words cannot express how amazing it was. I will not utter a peep of what happens, for those who haven't seen it yet. If you have, feel free to mail me and start squealing like a fan girl. I don't mind. ;D!
Let me just say this: I cried. I don't often cry on movies. The only films I recall crying on was the Titanic, The Notebook, My Sisters Keeper, Harry Potter films and the Lion King. That's right, the Lion king. It's a real tear-jerker. No joke.
Any way, as I have no idea if I've replied to any of my reviews, you'll find all of your reply's at the bottom, like usual.
Read on, dears:
Realize - Chapter Twelve.
Date: 21st September 1998. (Words: 4461)
Blaise Zabini woke suddenly by to an odd noise. He lay silently in bed for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the noise was. He sat up, startled, when he heard it again.
It was then that he noticed his fiery, red-headed wife was not in bed besides him, snoring softly.
With his brow furrowing, Blaise threw the covers off of him and swung his legs off the bed, hopping up.
The sounds continued as he made his way out of the bedroom. Ginny was not, as he thought, in the living room. Nor the kitchen. Frowning more deeply, he made his way to the bathroom.
"Oh my god!" he said suddenly, eyes wide. Ginny was sat on the floor, leaning against the toilet, her face deathly pale and clammy. "What's the matter, Gin?"
The red head glared at him weekly.
"What do you think's the matter, you nonce?" she snapped. "I'm puking my guts up! Honestly, you would still be asleep if an army of Inferi came storming through the room."
Blaise didn't know if he should be offended, or laugh at his wife's pathetic attempts at an insult.
He was about to add to the conversation when Ginny's eyes widened. She swiftly turned her head back towards the toilet and began retching once again.
He now knew what that odd noise was. He had a slightly worried look on his face. He crouched down besides Ginny and began rubbing her back in a soothing motion.
"That's right, get it all out," Blaise whispered, reaching forward to grab Ginny's hair, keeping it out of the way from her mouth.
Once she'd stopped retching, she pulled back, wiping her mouth with a flannel that was placed on the floor besides her.
"God, I hate being sick," Ginny moaned.
"Was it something you ate?" Blaise said, frowning. "Coz I could go and have a word with the house elves if you -"
"Blaise, are you really that dense?" Ginny chuckled slightly, rolling her eyes.
Blaise quirked an eyebrow in question.
"I'm not quite sure what you're implying, Mrs. Zabini," he said, smirking. He still liked the sound of that. Mrs. Zabini.
"You know when I mentioned at Hermione and Draco's wedding that I think we should check with Madam Pomfrey?" Ginny said softly, a small smile creeping up her lips.
Understanding suddenly dawned on Blaise's face. Man, he really was dense.
"You don't think-?" he started, a huge grin sliding onto his face.
Ginny nodded, returning his grin.
"I think so," she whispered.
Blaise stood up suddenly.
"Then we'll go to the Hospital wing immediately!" he said, his hand reaching towards Ginny. "Are you well enough to get dressed?"
"I'm fine, Blaise," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her up with ease.
He threaded his fingers through hers and they left the bathroom together, both grinning madly.
Nearly an hour later, Ginny was showered and dressed in her school uniform, as was Blaise, and they had made their way down to the Hospital Wing.
"What can I do for you, Mr. and Mrs. Zabini?" Madam Pomfrey said, opening the curtains. As she did this, one of the patients groaned at the sudden brightness shining through the windows. "Oh, stop your groaning, Mr. McCullan, it's nearly eight o'clock!"
Ginny stepped forward, a little timidly.
"Well, Madam Pomfrey," she said, smiling. "I woke up this morning, throwing my guts up."
Madam Pomfrey stopped what she was doing, which was rearranging Medicines and looked at the girl.
"You mean you think you might be pregnant?" she said bluntly.
Ginny nodded.
"All right, Mrs. Zabini," Madam Pomfrey said. "If you and Mr. Zabini will please follow me."
They followed Madam Pomfrey into a room that led off of the main infirmary.
The room wasn't very big. It had a desk, a few book shelves, a couple chairs and an examination table. The walls a pale, dull white.
"If you would please take a seat," Madam Pomfrey said, shuffling over to the book case, retrieving a book. "You're the first to come to me since the Marriage Law, Mrs. Zabini."
"Really?" Blaise said, sitting in a chair next to the examination table, where Ginny was perched.
"Indeed," said Madam Pomfrey, flipping through the book. "Ahah!" she said.
She briefly read the text before placing it on the desk.
"The procedure is simple. I say a simple spell, and a light will appear around Mrs. Zabini's stomach. If the light is green, it means she is with child and if the light is red, then she is not."
"Okay," Ginny nodded, her stomach clenching nervously.
Madam Pomfrey reached into the apron she wore and retrieved her wand. Raising it, she directed it at Ginny's stomach.
"gravida expertus," she said. When nothing happened, Blaise and Ginny frowned.
"What's wrong with it? Why isn't it doing anything?" Blaise said, worry laced in his voice.
Madam Pomfrey smiled patiently at them.
"You have to wait two minutes, as you do with Muggle pregnancy tests."
Blaise sighed in relief. He honestly didn't know what was coming over him! Before he had married Ginny he was laid back and barely stressed about a thing. Now, he's always worried! Mainly for her health and happiness.
Blaise and Ginny waited impatiently for two minutes. Neither of them spoke a word, both of them equally nervous. They both would be thrilled if Ginny was pregnant, but were completely anxious. They were, after all, still extremely young.
Ginny gasped when she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach, and let her head drop down. Her jaw dropped when she saw the glowing light.
"Blaise! Blaise we're -" she started, her eyes snapping up to her husband, who was looking at her stomach, a beam on his face. The light was green.
"Congratulations!" Madam Pomfrey said, smiling joyously at the pair.
"We're going to have a baby," Blaise muttered, shocked. "We're going to have a baby!"
Madam Pomfrey didn't know who was more excited, Blaise or Ginny.
"Now, there is another spell I can perform on Mrs. Zabini," Madam Pomfrey said, once again consulting the book. "It will tell you the sex of the baby. Blue for a boy and pink for a girl. However, if you do not wish to know the sex then that is completely fine."
Blaise and Ginny shared a look.
"I completely understand if you want to know the sex," Blaise told Ginny.
"Do you, though?" Ginny said. "Want to know the sex, I mean."
"To be honest, I want it to be a surprise. It'll be much more special when the little thing comes along," Blaise said fondly.
Ginny smiled at Blaise's already obvious affection to the unborn baby.
"I want it to be a surprise, too," Ginny said, turning towards Madam Pomfrey. "We wont be needing that spell, thank you, Madam Pomfrey."
The woman in question smiled.
"Very well," she said, raising her wand once again. "I have to cast one more spell, just to make sure the baby is well and healthy."
Ginny nodded, grinning madly. She was going to have a baby! Wait until her family found out! Her mother was going to have a field day.
"Sanus Infantia," Madam Pomfrey said, a soft golden glow emitting from the wand and landing on Ginny's stomach.
After a few seconds of silence, Madam Pomfrey cancelled the spell and smiled up the Ginny.
"You have a healthy little baby. Every thing seems to be in order."
Blaise and Ginny beamed at each other, and Ginny subconsciously let her hands drift down to her stomach, holding it happily.
"Now, you must return once a month for routine check ups. As you both may know, Wizarding Pregnancies are much quicker than Muggle ones, and rarely last for more than six months. So you should have your little bundle of joy by February next year," Madam Pomfrey told them, writing down something on a piece of parchment.
She pulled her wand out once more and duplicated the parchment, handing one of them to Ginny and filing the other away in a folder. She then grabbed a little booklet and handed it to Ginny as well.
"This has all the information you need to know about wizarding pregnancies. There are also other books in the library you will be able to check out. On that paper is the dates you will need to return for your check ups. In five weeks, you will have a scan."
Ginny nodded, eyeing the parchment, a grin still planted firmly on her face.
"Thank you so much, Madam Pomfrey," Blaise said, reaching to hold Ginny's hand.
"It's not a problem, Mr. Zabini. That's all for now. You should get to breakfast. You're feeding for two now, don't forget," Madam Pomfrey said to Ginny. "And congratulations once again."
When Ginny shoved the booklet and parchment into her school bag, she thanked Madam Pomfrey once again and left the room with Blaise, huge grins on their faces.
"They're staring."
"They are not staring."
"They are! Look at that fourth year gawping at us!"
"Fine, just one person," Draco Malfoy said, rolling his eyes. He turned to face his wife. "Hermione, will you relax? It's not even breakfast and you're already worrying."
Hermione huffed slightly as they made their way down the final stair case that led out onto the Entrance Hall.
"It's not my fault we're constantly being gawped at!" Hermione said, glaring sharply at a third year girl who was staring at Hermione's and Draco's intertwined hands with awe. "You would think that I've just confessed I pushed someone of the Astronomy Tower!"
Draco sighed as they entered the Great Hall, which was nearly full by the time they arrived.
"Hermione, if I'd had know you was this dramatic, I would have told the Ministry to piss off and gone to live in a Muggle Nudist Colony," he tried to joke, which made her glare at him.
"Slytherin or Gryffindor?" she bit out.
"Er, what?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"Would you like to sit at Gryffindor table or Slytherin table?"
Merlin was she in a grumpy mood. Someone must have got out of bed the wrong side this morning.
Draco looked over at his house's table to see his friends absent. With a quick glance to Gryffindor table he spotted them sat amongst the gaggle of red, gold and black robes.
"Gryffindor," Draco said, pulling Hermione towards the table. Maybe some toast and a conversation with her peers would cheer her up. He doubted it.
When they took seats besides Pansy and Harry, they were immediately greeted. Draco was not however, happy to see Ron sat across from him, talking to Luna, oblivious to Draco's glare.
"Morning!" Harry beamed, shooting Pansy sickly sweet glances out of the corner of his eyes. "Sleep well?"
"Wonderfully," Hermione bit out, grabbing a glass and the jug of Pumpkin Juice, pouring it huffily.
"What's got your wand in a knot?" Ron questioned as he shovelled sausages and eggs onto his plate. Luna was sat besides him, reading the Quibbler while munching on a piece of toast. They were the only couple out of the group that had not yet tied the knot, bar Neville and Astoria.
Hermione only glared at Ron as she began buttering a piece of toast. Draco inwardly grinned when he noticed his wife's glare. Ha! Take that, Weasel.
"She's just annoyed that people are apparently staring at us," Draco snipped, sipping a cup of tea. "Personally, I don't see it."
"Just because you get attention all the time doesn't mean people aren't staring," Hermione said moodily. She wasn't really angry with Draco. Just frustrated that people felt the need to openly stare at the two. Honestly, what was so fascinating about them?
"Hermione, they're just staring because they're curious," Luna said, smiling. "They find it odd that you two haven't killed one another yet."
"Lovegood's right, Hermione," Pansy nodded. "They're just wondering why Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess are actually, dare I say it, enjoying their marriage."
Hermione contemplated her friends words. They were right. Maybe the stares and curious glances would die down as the day went by? After all, they weren't really all that interesting.
"Hey, guys!" Ginny said as she and Blaise slid onto the bench besides Ron and Luna, across from Hermione.
"What's got you two grinning so madly?" Harry asked. Ever the observant one.
"I have no idea what you mean," Blaise said, his grin widening.
"Oh pull the other one," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "You look like a cat that just ate the canary."
Ginny shot Blaise a look. When he nodded, she turned back to the others.
"We have some news."
Hermione's eyebrows shot up.
"What news?"
"I'm - that's to say we - we're -" Ginny started, obviously too excited to string a sentence together.
"We're going to have a baby," Blaise burst out, beaming.
Their friends immediately burst into applauds of happiness.
"Oh my god, congratulations!" Hermione grinned at them, her previous frustrations long forgotten.
"Wow," Ron said, shocked as hell. His little sister was going to have a baby! "When did you find out?"
"Just now," Ginny grinned.
"You told the family yet?" Harry said, smiling with happiness. He was glad Ginny was happy. Plus, he was going to be an Uncle! Well, maybe not a blood one, but an uncle none the less.
"Not yet, I was going to write them all a letter now," Ginny said, pulling out a few pieces of parchment, a pot of ink and a quill. "But first, I'm starving!"
The other's laughed before digging into their own breakfasts, talking happily amongst each other.
Hermione sighed in irritation, closing her book with a 'snap!'.
She had come to the library during break in hopes of getting away from the staring, to no avail.
There was a group of second year Hufflepuffs a couple of tables away from her who were whispering to one another, shooting Hermione glances.
Honestly, it's not like she married Lord Voldemort himself! Draco was merely a useless pawn. Hermione frowned. She didn't like thinking of Draco like that. He was more than a useless pawn. He was smart, insightful, grumpy, kind, grumpy and handsome. Did she mention grumpy?
That boy was not a morning person.
Packing away her book, Hermione stood from her seat and walked towards the exit of the library, waving at Madam Pince as she left.
When lunch rolled around, Ron was nearly bursting with excitement.
"I've come up with a brilliant plan!" he told his friends. "We're going to throw Ginny and Blaise a 'Congratulations!' party."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Is this just an excuse for you to get plastered?"
Ron shot him a lopsided grin.
"You know me oh so well, Mr. Potter."
"Ron, you mustn't. It's a school night!" Hermione scolded.
She shot Draco a quick glance, who was sat on the other side of the room at the Slytherin table. They had decided that they would not spend every single meal time together, to avoid getting frustrated with one another. They were bound to clash every now and again if they spent every waking moment together.
Hermione had come to realize that she and Draco both wanted to avoid another huge fight. The last one had been bad enough.
"Hermione," Ron said, continuing the conversation. "That's what you've got Hangover potions for."
"All the same, Ronald," Hermione said, turning back to Ron. "Don't you have any homework to complete?"
"Some things never change," Ron muttered. "Look, Hermione, I've just found out my little sister's having a baby. Do you honestly blame me for wanting to celebrate a little?"
Hermione looked at him, smiling softly.
"I understand, Ron," she told him, reaching to pat his hand. "Just try not to get too drunk, will you? Otherwise I wont want to leave you with Luna! Merlin are you a handful when you've had a few Fire Whiskeys."
All the while this conversation was happening, the Golden Trio failed to notice a certain blond-haired Slytherin glaring over at Ron with pure annoyance and distrust.
When the day's lesson's were finally over with, Hermione was more than a little relieved.
People hadn't taken their eyes off her or Draco all day.
People stared more now than they did when Hermione had helped win the war. And they had really stared then.
What Hermione wanted to know, was what was so interesting about her being married to Draco Malfoy, ex Death Eater? Harry was married to Pansy, and they weren't getting nearly the same amount of stares. Just the usual amount. He was Harry Potter, after all.
Hermione sighed as she made her way towards the Family wing.
"Hey, Mione! Wait up!" a voice called from behind her.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and spun around.
Ron was striding towards her, his face flushed and his breath coming out in pants.
"I've been calling your name for five minutes now!" he said, catching up to her.
"Oh, sorry," Hermione said distractedly. "I was in a world of my own."
Ron waved it off, smiling at her.
"I just wanted to tell you that there's a party at ours tonight," he told her. "You have to come! To celebrate Ginny's and Blaise's good news."
Hermione frowned ever so slightly. She didn't exactly agree with having a party on a school night, but she didn't want to disappoint her friends. And it was for a good cause, after all.
"What time do you want me there?" Hermione said, smiling.
"Really? You'll come?" Ron said, his face lighting up.
Hermione nodded.
"Excellent," Ron told her. "Come by at around eight? Oh, and bring Malfoy. Listen I have to go… see you later though?"
"Sure," Hermione said, smiling as Ron started backing away.
Hermione stared down the hall way for a few seconds after him, before turning slowly.
She jumped a foot in the air, however, when somebody was stood behind her.
"Jesus, Draco! Don't do that!" Hermione gasped, holding her rapidly beating chest.
"What were you doing with him?" Draco said, glaring down at Ron's retreating back.
Hermione frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"You were talking to him," Draco told her.
"Yeah, so?" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "What, I'm not aloud to talk to my friends now?"
"I didn't say that," Draco said, no emotion in his voice whatsoever.
Hermione looked up at him, confused.
"This isn't about what I told you is it?" Hermione asked. "You know, about that night? Because that was a one time thing."
Draco looked back down at her, his glare softening slightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm just -" he started, but was unable to finish.
"I know," Hermione said softly, smiling up at him. "Come on, we've got a party to prepare for."
Nearly two hours later, Draco was rushing around frantically.
"Hermione, I can't find my shoes!"
Hermione looked up from the dressing table, putting the back of her earring on.
"What do you mean, you can't find your shoes?"
"I mean I can't find them! What did you do with them? They were right here when I went in the shower!" he said, pointing at the foot of the bed.
Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up, walking over to the bed. She got down on her knee's and flipped the cover up to look underneath the bed.
"Ahah," she said, retrieving something, a triumphant smirk on her face.
When she stood back up, she was holding Draco's shoe's in her hand. "Do open your eyes, Draco."
Draco glared half heartedly, taking the shoes. He sat down on the bed and slipped his shoe's on.
"Why do we even have to go to this stupid party?" he grumbled.
"Because we're celebrating our friends pregnancy!" Hermione told him sharply. "Now come on! We're going to be the last ones there, at this rate!"
Draco muttered all the way out of the flat, down the hall, right up until they reached Ron and Luna's room.
Hermione's assumptions had been correct, as when they let themselves into the room, nearly everyone was already there.
"Hermione!" Neville said, grinning. "Drink?"
"Thank you Neville," Hermione said, as he handed her a goblet of Pumpkin juice.
"Just to be on the safe side," Neville winked.
"Right," Hermione smiled awkwardly before turning to look at Draco. "You wanna go find Ginny and Blaise?"
"Sure, lets go," Draco smiled, taking her hand.
They found the pair stood towards the back of the room, talking happily with Pansy and Harry.
" - it's a girl, we were thinking of the name Eboney, and for a boy Cameron, weren't we, Blaise?" Ginny's voice floated to them.
"Yes, dear," Blaise said, smiling elatedly down at his wife. "We wanted to keep it slightly Muggle, you know."
"Oh, Hermione, Draco!" Ginny said suddenly, stopping the conversation. "I'm so glad you could make it!"
"Sorry we're late," Hermione said, hugging her friend. "Somebody couldn't find their shoes," she added, shooting a look towards Draco.
He rolled his eyes and shook hands with Blaise and Harry.
"It was so nice of Ron to do this for us - oh, here he comes now. Ron!" Ginny said, waving him over.
"All right?" Ron said, grinning.
"Ron, I was just saying how nice it was for you to do this for us," Ginny beamed.
"Yeah, thanks mate," Blaise nodded.
Ron chuckled.
"It's not a problem," he told them. "Besides, Luna just loves throwing parties, apparently."
Hermione chuckled, causing Ron to look at her.
"Hermione, you look beautiful, as always," Ron said, leaning forward to give Hermione a hug, kissing her on the cheek.
Draco glared furiously, causing Hermione to cough awkwardly.
"Drake, what's the matter?" Pansy asked, placing a hand on his arm.
"Nothing," he said through gritted teeth, still glaring at Ron.
Ron shifted uncomfortably when he noticed the glare was directed at him.
"What?" he asked a little hotly.
"Nothing," Draco hissed once again.
Ron quirked an eyebrow.
"No, go on, spit it out," Ron said, his voice raising slightly, causing people around to stop and stare.
Draco took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He wouldn't show him and Hermione up. Not because of his jealously. So what if she slept with the Weasel? It was a one time thing. She doesn't have any feelings for him.
But they were having that 'intimate' conversation. Hermione smiled differently at Ron than she did with himself. Was the smile that she smiled at him a fake one? A forced one? Did she wish that she had married Weasley instead of Draco?
"I'm waiting," Ron said, crossing his arms.
"Ron, stop it," Hermione warned, shooting a worried look at Draco. "Come on Draco let's -"
"No Hermione," Ron said, looking directly at Malfoy. "I'm waiting for an answer."
"What's going on between you and Hermione?" Draco burst out, shocking everyone.
"Er, what's this about?" Harry asked, confused.
"Draco -" Pansy started, obviously trying to avoid a confrontation.
"Nothing's going on with me and Hermione!" Ron said, rolling his eyes.
"Don't lie, Weasley," Draco said furiously. "I've seen the way you look at her."
Hermione's mouth dropped.
"Draco, don't be -"
"Don't be what, Hermione?" Draco said, glaring at her. "Worried that someone else is in love with my wife?"
"What are you talking about?" Ron scoffed. "Yeah, I love Hermione, but as a friend, Malfoy. As a family member."
Draco sneered at him. He knew he should shut up. He was overreacting again. But he couldn't stop himself. His stomach turned at the thought of someone else wanting Hermione. She was his wife! Nobody else's. And it was going to stay that way.
"Oh yes, because we all believe that," Draco snapped. "You're pathetic, Weasley, going after somebody else's -"
"I'm not going after her!" Ron shouted. "I do not want Hermione!"
Hermione looked at him, unsure if she should be hurt or relieved at his words. She then turned to Draco, an annoyed look on her face.
"Draco Malfoy, if you do not shut up right now, so help me I will curse you into the middle of next week!"
Draco turned back to face Hermione, his face softening again. It always seemed to do that when he looked her. God, he was turning into a soppy Hufflepuff! Just what he had feared !
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he muttered, blushing slightly.
"It's not me you should be apologizing too," Hermione said softly, the glare leaving her face. She never could stay mad at him for long. Not even when they were enemies.
Draco took a deep breath. He couldn't believe he'd let himself come to this. The shame. Saying sorry to a Weasley. A blood-traitor. But then he was the one married to a Muggle-born. Did that make him a blood-traitor, too?
"I apologize sincerely, Weasley," Draco said, trying to keep the sarcastic tone out of his voice. He failed.
Ron nodded stiffly.
"That's fine," he said. "Just try not to ruin my sister's party anymore, will you?"
"Ron," Ginny said sharply, glaring at him. "Drop it."
Draco didn't say anything. A muscle in his jaw twitched slightly and his fists clenched.
Finally, he gave a stiff nod.
"Right, good," Harry said awkwardly, looking from face to face. "Punch anyone?"
"I cannot believe you did that!" Hermione said sharply as she kicked her shoes off. She bent down and grabbed them, walking briskly to the wardrobe.
"I've apologized ten times already!" Draco said in exasperation. "When will you stop being such a bloody Gryffindor and forgive me?"
Hermione turned around suddenly, glaring.
"When you stop embarrassing not only me, but yourself in front of my friends. This constant jealousy has to stop, Draco!" she told him, crossing her arms. "It's sad and slightly pathetic."
Draco's head fell forwards and Hermione was surprised to see an ashamed look on her husbands face.
She didn't think she'd ever get used to that. Her husband.
"I know, Hermione," Draco sighed. "From now on, I'll stop being -"
"An insufferable twat?" she said bluntly.
Draco looked up, blinking in shock.
She gave a small chuckle, a broad smirk creeping up her lips.
"You are a fool Draco Malfoy," she told him, walking forwards slowly. "To think that I'd ever think of Ron in that way."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"How can I not be jealous? You've grown into quite an attractive young woman over the years, Mrs. Malfoy."
Hermione snorted as she stopped in front of him.
"I don't quite know what to make of all these compliments you're throwing at me, Draco," she told him, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Well, maybe instead of telling me - ," Draco whispered, his arms snaking around her waist, his head inching closer to hers. "why don't you show me?"
Hermione's mouth dropped open, and before she could respond in any way, he placed a soft, gentle kiss upon her lips.
End Authors Note: I'm not entirely thrilled with this chapter, but it's not the worse thing I've ever written, I'll admit.
I would just like to say this now, this will be the last update till August, as I'm going on holiday soon, and I wont have the time to update. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Any way, review reply time!
Ana: Ahh, thank you! I'm glad their fight is over, too! I'm glad you liked Harry and Pansy's wedding! I'm also thrilled that you enjoyed the bit with Pansy's mother! I hope you liked this chapter!
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FlareonRocks: Thank you! I had a brilliant time camping! Except I lost my bag, which had all my clothes, my make up and everything in it. -.- ;L! I'm glad they made up too! You have no idea how awful it is, writing a fight sequence between one of your favourite couples.
Miss quirky bookworm: Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked that! I just randomly added that in when I was writing it. I hadn't planned on it, but I thought it was a nice touch. Cheers for the review!
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Principi Phantasia: Ahh, I did? Brilliant! I'm glad! I know, I did too, at first. I had this whole scene imagined where Draco stormed off, hunted Ron down and hexed him thoroughly. But I decided against it. Thank you, dear! It's always great to read your reviews!
Gleek-043: Ahh, you liked that bit? I honestly didn't think people would find that funny. I may have said this before, but I always imagine them saying these hilarious things, but they never turn out funny when it's written down. I could never be a screen-writer…
Thanks for the review!
Rockerangel89: You did? Ahh, thanks! Yeah, that's the main thing, isn't it? I hope you liked this chapter! Thanks for the review!
: Yeah, I know where you're coming from. I have a guy best friend who is almost exactly like Draco. Except he has short black hair and females aren't exactly his 'type' if you know what I mean ;)! ;L! Thank you so much!
Tale: You know, I always seem to grin when I see your reviews. You never fail to make me smile, dear.
Thank you so much for your kind comments. I'm glad you liked the part with Mrs. Parkinson and you understand the meaning of their conversation. I'm also thrilled that you, like I, don't believe Hermione and Draco's relationship to be perfect, and know that in the future, there will be arguments. No matter what. I hope you liked this chapter, and I'm looking forward to your review.
XxSlytheringirl101xx: I'm glad you liked it! Ah, we've gotta have a bit of Draco's stubborn side in this, don't we? We all know it's there. ;). I know, his soft side towards Hermione is quite sweet, isn't it? Thanks for the review!
Shamonti: So am I! ;D Thanks for the review!
XX Mizz Alec VolturiXx: Ahh, I love seeing a Twilight fan reading Harry Potter. Just proves that you can read on series without hating the other! ;D! Thanks for the review, dear!
Lolol: Thank you! Ah, it's completely understandable that you skipped the lemon. It's not everyone's cuppa tea. I used to hate them until I read a rather intriguing one. Ahh, wouldn't we all like to see Lucius's reaction? ;)! Thanks for the review!
Emma217: Ah! I love getting a new reader! Welcome, dear! Thank you so much! Ahh, so am I sweet, so am I! Thanks for the review!
Spoilergirl13: Thanks so much!
SparklyVikingOriginalVampire: I like your name! ;D Thank you so much! I'm glad you love it! I hope you liked this chapter! Cheers for reviewing!
4blueeyes9: I know, I'm incredibly sorry. This is extremely late. I've been uber busy. But here's the next update! I hope you liked it, dear!
Wow. Finally finished with the reviews! Again, I'd like to thank every single one of you who have reviewed and alerted this story and myself. It means a great deal to me.
23 reviews for last chapter! That brings us up to 257 now! WHOO! Go us! Anyway, as I said, next update will not be up until August as I'm going on holiday. Sorry folks, but I need a break. ;D! See you all soon! And don't forget to review! Love you all!