Chapter 11
The Smell of Apples in the Air
A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. I had many drafts for this in my head and this is what I finally came up with.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Severus made his way through his routine for a week before he realized that Lily was not going to come forward to him about the night of the masquerade ball. Whenever he looked over at her in the Great Hall, she would seem to be busy talking with other professors. It had to have been her, he thought to himself. I would recognize that hair anywhere. Was she embarrassed about what had happened? Did she realize that she had made a mistake? Severus sipped his coffee, wincing at the bitter taste for he had declined putting any sugar in it. He needed to wake up after having drank nearly all of Draco's supply of fire whiskey as well as his own. Even the hangover potion hadn't seemed to work this morning. After his head started to clear, he decided that maybe the best approach was to just come right out and ask her where she was that night.
He stood up and started heading towards his classroom when he caught a whiff of apples in the air. The scent made him stop so suddenly that someone had crashed into him. He spun around and saw Hermione sprawled on the ground. "Miss Granger, what are you doing?" he asked as he held out his hand to her.
She looked at him in surprise as a slight blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks. "Um… I just," she started as she took hold of his hand.
"I suggest you pay closer attention to where you are going," he retorted. He pulled her to her feet and she had to quickly steady herself before she landed into his chest.
"Sorry, Sir," she replied.
"Well, get going. You wouldn't want to be late to your first class."
Hermione quickly picked up her schoolbag and left the area. She really didn't want to be anywhere near him at the moment so she hurriedly made her way to Transfiguration. Once there, she sat down next to Ron and Harry, trying to control her breathing. Harry looked over at her with a concerned look in his eyes. "Mione, are you alright?" She shook her head yes, not daring to speak.
The class started which ended all conversation. Hermione sighed a silent sigh of relief as she took out her book and started to read for the day's lesson. Back in the dungeons, Severus was sitting at his desk while a class of third years were trying to brew the day's potion. His mind was nowhere near the class but drifted towards the night of the ball. If it wasn't Lily, which he was sure it was her, then who could it have been? None of the teachers had that honey brown hair like hers. So, where did that scent of apples come from? She had still been sitting at the head table when he left so how did he smell it? He was brought to his senses when he heard a student speak up.
"Um, Sir? Roger's potion seems to be bubbling over the edge of his cauldron."
Severus snapped his head up in time to see said potion bubble up and over the rim. Without a second's hesitation he waved his wand at the potion before it could cause any damage. "30 points from Hufflepuff for nearly blowing us all to bits and 10 points from Ravenclaw for tattling on your fellow classmate." The two houses groaned but promptly hushed at the scowl from the professor. "You have 10 minutes left. I suggest you finish and bottle what you have to be graded."
Class ended and as the last student left the class, he breathed a sigh. He needed to speak with Lily and he needed to do it now. If he didn't, he wouldn't have the courage to later. He stood up and left the dungeons, making his way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Her class was just leaving when he approached and entered. Lily looked up from her desk and smiled. "Professor Snape?"
Severus wrung his hands as he looked down at the floor. Why was this so hard to do? "Professor O'Neill, may I have a word with you?"
"Sure. Just follow me into my office." Severus walked behind her and into her tidy office. It was plain with oak furniture and bookshelves. She gestured to one of the chairs by the desk and he sat down while she sat behind the desk. "What did you need?" she asked.
Severus took a deep breath. "Professor," he began.
Lily held up a hand. "Please, call me Lily."
Severus nodded his head. "May I ask as to where you were on the night of the Masquerade Ball?"
Lily looked at him, confusion etched across her face. "I was here grading papers. I really didn't feel like going because I was missing…" she started but trailed off.
Severus looked at her and saw unshed tears form in her chocolate brown eyes. He wanted to reach over and hold her hand but kept his hands folded and in his lap. "Lily, you can tell me. What were you missing?"
Lily shook her head. "Not what… who," she stated. At Snape's confusion, Lily turned a picture on her desk around to face him.
Severus looked at a photo of a young man. He was probably in his mid to late 20s with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was smiling and waving as some African animals passed by behind him. "Who's that?" he asked.
Lily sighed and turned the photo back to her and gazed longingly at it. "His name is Ethan O'Brien. He's my fiancé."
Severus felt his heart skip a beat and his stomach drop. Fiancé? She was engaged to be married? "I see no ring," he pointed out.
Lily subconsciously rubbed her ring finger. "When the threat of Voldemort passed through South Africa we decided that it would be best if we didn't announce our engagement. When the dark lord was killed, I was going to put it back on but then I came here and left the ring behind."
"You miss him," he said more like a statement then a question.
"Yes," she answered anyway. Severus stood and she looked up at him. "Leaving?"
"I have a class in a few minutes. I have taken up much of your time as well. Good afternoon, Professor."
"Oh, so now it's professor again?" she asked, a little too snippy.
Severus glared at her but she refused to back down. "I have been mistaken as to your whereabouts on the night of the ball. Take care, Lily," he responded as he turned and strode out of her office, his black cloak trailing behind him.
Lily picked up the photo of Ethan and sighed. "I miss you so much." She put the frame down, stood up, and made her way to her waiting class. Severus confused her to no end but she just pushed it to the back of her mind. She had too many problems to think about without adding him to the mix.
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Hermione made her way into the potions classroom, keeping her head down so she wouldn't have to look at her professor. It was bad enough that she had literally run into him earlier that day. She sat next to Neville and pulled out her book. Neville looked at her and smiled. "Hey, Hermione. How are you?" he asked as he took out his book as well.
Hermione shrugged. "Can't complain," she responded. She looked up in time to see Snape storm into the room and tapped the blackboard with his wand.
"Instructions are on the board. You will be brewing this potion alone. When you are finished, bottle it and bring it to me to be graded." He sat down at his desk and proceeded to look through some of his notes.
Hermione sighed and retrieved the ingredients to get started. She had added the first few ingredients when she felt someone tug on her robe sleeve. She looked over to Neville who seemed to have a look of confusion in his eyes. "What is it?" she whispered.
"My potion should be orange right now but it looks more like pale peach," he whispered back.
Hermione looked over at his potion and he was right. She went through his ingredients that were left on the table and rolled her eyes. She was just about to point out what he had done wrong when Snape's voice drifted through the room.
"Miss Granger!" Snape snapped. "What are you doing?" Hermione opened her mouth to respond but was sharply cut off. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. Stay after class."
Hermione sat in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. She refused to even look up from the desk in fear that she would meet his eyes. She found it hard to even attend potions after what had happened those few weeks ago after the ball. When Snape was out of earshot, Persephone leaned over. "Are you ok?" she asked.
Hermione nodded but a single tear betrayed her. She was glad that her bushy hair hid her face so well when she looked down. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that Persephone didn't notice so Hermione swiped the tear off her cheek. How dare that man make her feel like this! She was embarrassed, mortified, and angry all at once. Class ended too soon for her liking and she tried to control her emotions as the other students started to file out. She hadn't even completed her potion. She watched as Snape entered his office and was just about to follow when a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She turned to see Draco standing behind her. "What do you want?" she snapped.
"Just wondering what you did to piss off the professor, Granger," he drawled.
"I have no fucking clue!"
"Whoah, are we frustrated?" he asked with a wink. "Seems as though you have something in common with Snape. Maybe you two can 'work' something out?"
"Shove it, Malfoy," she returned. She flipped her hair behind her and marched towards Snape's office. Once inside, she quietly closed the door and leaned against it. She had to take deep shallow breaths in order to keep from making a fool of herself… again. This was the very room where she had done "the deed" and it was hard for her to be in here. She noticed that Snape had not seated himself behind his desk but stood staring at a wall, his hands clasped behind his back. She was just about to make her presence known when Snape spoke.
"Why must you always disobey my orders?"
"Excuse me, Sir?" she asked, confused.
"The instructions were that you were to brew the potion alone."
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"Then, why were you helping Mr. Longbottom? To this day, I still have no idea how he even made it into Newt level Potions." Snape turned and made his way over to his desk. He gestured for her to sit down.
Hermione sat down in one of the stiff-backed chairs and shifted uncomfortably. She didn't look up for she was afraid she would get lost in the depths of his black eyes. "I'm sorry, Sir. It was just that he asked a question about his potion," she began but Snape cut her off.
"He always has a question. But you, you never seem to be able to keep to yourself. Do you enjoy being a know-it-all?" he asked. She was about to answer when she noticed him take a deep breath and she figured he was trying to calm his nerves. She decided to keep silent. When Snape breathed in, he caught a whiff of apples. Apples? No, it couldn't be… not her? He shook his head and leaned over the desk to make sure.
Hermione saw him lean over and inhale again. Her heart sped up a little as he got closer. "Um, Sir?" she asked. She could hear that her voice shook a little.
"You smell like apples," he sighed.
"Yes, Sir. It's my shampoo," she replied.
"And… do you always use it?"
Hermione was confused by his question but answered anyway. "Yes." Snape stood up abruptly causing Hermione to squeak and jump up from her chair. "Sir? What are you doing?"
Snape stormed over to her and grabbed her arms. He leaned over and inhaled again. She felt his breath warm over her hair and shivered, even though it was warm. "It was you," he stated.
"Sorry, me what?" she asked.
"That night, after the ball. You were the one in my office. You were the one that pleasured me that night."
Hermione's eyes widened when she realized what he was talking about. How should she answer? She couldn't deny it but she was having a hard time admitting to it as well. She closed her eyes as the grip on her arms tightened. "Sir, I," she started.
Snape stopped her by pushing her against a wall. She felt the cold hard stone press into her back and she whimpered. "Why?" he asked. Hermione could only shake her head back and forth, not able to answer. "Is this what you want? Is this what your childish fantasies had in mind?" he sneered. Hermione refused to open her eyes. She was scared and knew that he could feel it. She felt him lean into her, his lips brushing lightly against her ear. "Do you know what you are getting yourself into?" he whispered.
Hermione felt his erection press into her stomach and she trembled. "Sir," she managed to squeak out. She was about to say more when she felt his lips crash against her own. He still had her arms in his vice like grip as he nipped at her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Even if she hadn't opened her mouth, she knew that he would have forced his tongue into her. He kissed her harshly and if he wasn't holding her, she would have slid down the wall. Her knees felt so weak at his control and she was frightened and thrilled all at the same time. He stopped abruptly and pushed away from her.
He strode across the room and ran a hand through his hair. "Get out," he muttered.
"Sir?"
"GET OUT!" he shouted.
Hermione opened her mouth to protest but the look in his eyes scared her. She turned and ran out of the office. On her way out of the classroom, she grabbed her bag and wrenched open the door. She ran into Draco on her way out. "Hey, Granger, what's the rush?" he yelled after her.
Hermione refused to stop and kept running until she reached the girls' bathroom. She made her way into a stall, locked the door, and sat down on the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and put her head down. She cried silently, rocking back and forth. She didn't even hear the door open.
"Who's in here?" came the voice of Professor O'Neill. Hermione didn't say anything but stood up and opened the door. Lily took in Hermione's appearance. "Miss Granger? What happened?" Hermione made her way over to the professor and almost fell to the floor but Lily took a hold of her. "Hermione, it's alright," she said soothingly. Lily stroked her hair to try and calm the girl. After a while, Hermione stopped crying and stood back.
"I'm sorry, Professor. It's silly," she stated.
Lily put her hands on her hips and looked at Hermione. "It couldn't be that silly for you to be crying. Want to talk?"
Hermione studied the professor for a while. Could she really trust her? She decided to tell her what happened but leave out a few details. "This boy," she began.
"Ah," Lily interrupted. "Now I understand. Did some boy break your heart?"
"You could say that."
Lily laid a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "You're still young. It's only one set back. I'm sure that if it doesn't work out with this boy, there will be others. You are a very beautiful and smart young woman. Any boy would be lucky to have you in their life."
Hermione smiled up at the professor. If only you knew the whole truth, she thought. She let Professor O'Neill dry her tears and even let her hug her. She took a deep breath and thanked Lily before she left the bathroom. She made her way back to her private room where she collapsed onto the bed and cried again. She was confused by her feelings. One part of her tingled at the thought of Snape taking control while the other part of her feared him. She fell into a fitful sleep as dreams of Snape taking her fully against the cold stonewall played through her mind. It was late into the night when she woke and since she couldn't get back to sleep, decided to do a little of her schoolwork.
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It was the beginning of June and the threat of NEWTS were hanging in the air above all the seventh years. Hermione spent all her free time locked away in her private room doing some last minute studying. Harry and Ron had dropped by a few times but she would only yell through the door that she was busy and to go away. She really didn't need to study all that much but when she kept her mind busy; it wouldn't be able to drift towards that kiss. She knew that after the NEWTS and graduation, she would be away from Snape… and it couldn't come soon enough. It was nearing midnight, on such a night, when she finally decided that she had had enough of studying and decided to relax by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. She silently made her way down the stairs and walked towards one of the couches.
"Up late?" a voice said from the shadows causing Hermione to jump.
Hermione spun around and saw Professor O'Neill sitting in a plush high-backed chair. "Oh, sorry, Professor. I didn't think anyone would be up. I just wanted to relax a little while in a familiar atmosphere."
Lily laughed. "It's alright, Miss Granger. You don't have to explain. I'm kind of here for the same reason… except the familiar part."
Hermione sat down on the couch and stared into the fire. "It must be hard being so far away from your family. You must really miss them."
Lily stood up and walked over to Hermione. She sat down next to her on the same couch. "At times, I do. But, teaching has always been a dream of mine."
"Teaching Defense?" she asked.
Lily nodded. "I feel that the students have a right to learn how to defend themselves."
This time Hermione nodded. "You are a wonderful teacher," she mused.
Lily smiled. "Thank you. You know, I haven't seen you around much lately. Is everything alright?" the professor asked, changing the subject.
Hermione sighed and stared into the fire. "I've just been busy studying. You know, what with NEWTS right around the corner," she answered.
"Your friends seem to think you've been studying a little too much. With your grades being as high as they are, I doubt you really need to study at all. So, there must be something else on your mind. Is it that boy you told me about a few weeks ago?"
Hermione thought back to the time she ran into the professor in the girls' bathroom after Snape had kissed her. "No, I'm over him," she lied.
Lily laid her hand on top of Hermione's. "That's good. So, when is your first NEWT?"
"Tomorrow morning at 9am. It's Ancient Runes."
"One of your best subjects if I've heard right," Lily said. Hermione nodded. "Well, that's a good thing. At least you're starting off with an easy subject."
Hermione laughed. "I guess so." She turned to look at the professor. "Thanks, Professor. You've helped a great deal."
"Please, call me Lily. I mean, you are no longer my student."
Hermione looked at her quizzically. What did she mean? "Um, I don't think I understand," Hermione said out loud.
Lily laughed. "After your NEWTS are finished, you will be a graduate."
Hermione stared at the fire. That meant that she was no longer a student. Her seven years at Hogwarts were at an end, and what did she have to show for it? She wasn't even close to deciding on a career. Then there was the end of the year speeches that the Head Boy and Girl had to deliver to the graduating class. She hadn't even started on that. There was too much going on in her brain right now and she knew that sleep was out of the question. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She turned to Lily. "Well, prof… uh, Lily, I better try and get some sleep. Thanks for the talk. I hope you get to see your family soon."
"Thank you, Hermione. Good luck on your exams. But I doubt you need any luck."
Hermione said goodnight and headed back to her room. She sat down at her desk and began a rough draft on the graduation speech. She didn't realize that she had fallen asleep and was only woken up when a ray of light came through her window.
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It was the day of graduation and Hermione was a nervous wreck. All the NEWTS were finished and she paced the Gryffindor common room while Ron and Harry eyed her nervously. "Mione, please stop that. You're making us dizzy," Harry stated after her fifth time around the room.
Hermione stopped long enough to glare at the boys. At their expressions, she smiled back weakly. "I'm sorry. I'm just so nervous right now. I never had to speak in front of the entire class before."
"Graduation isn't for another five hours. Just relax," Ron explained.
"RELAX?" Hermione practically screamed. "I haven't even seen the Head Boy in a few weeks now. He's supposed to be helping me and he's missing!"
"I'm sure Malfoy is just lounging around in his room or the Slytherin's common," Harry tried reassuring her.
"I need to go and find him." Without even waiting for a response, she hurried out of the tower and towards the dungeons.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and sighed. Hermione was worrying over nothing. They were both sure that Malfoy wasn't as worried as she was. They decided to spend their last few hours at Hogwarts playing all the chess and exploding snap that they could before they said farewell to their school.
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Hermione had literally raced through the school, quietly thanking the gods that the students were all in their respective common rooms. She only slowed down when she reached the spot she knew the Slytherin dorms to be located. She was pacing the hall, trying to figure out how she was going to get in, when a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Miss Granger, why are you pacing in front of my house?"
Hermione closed her eyes and willed her heart to slow down. She hadn't spoken to Snape since the day of the kiss and she was hoping to be far away from Hogwarts before she even thought of him. But, before she could even fathom an answer, she felt herself being pulled into her old potions classroom. The door clicked behind her and she was suddenly face to face with the professor. All she could do was look through him, willing herself not to break down and cry. That would do her no good.
"I ask again, why were you pacing in front of my house?" Snape asked, trying to gain her attention.
"I was just," she started but was cut short when she felt his lips crash against hers, yet again.
When Snape finally broke the kiss, he looked into her eyes. "Why can I not get your image out of my mind?" he asked breathlessly. Hermione wasn't sure if she should answer him or not so instead, she just looked down at the floor. "I have tried every potion known to wizard to rid me of your image. They have all failed."
"I know what you mean," she whispered. Then she closed her eyes tight, hoping that he did not hear her.
"You know? How do you know?"
Hermione steeled herself and looked into his eyes. His eyes, which once held mystery, were now conveying confusion. She knew that it was now or never as she was about to end her time at Hogwarts. She braced herself to answer him. After all, she was put into Gryffindor for a reason. "I have wanted you since my first detention back in the beginning of the year. I often fantasize about you in my dreams and during my waking hours. Every time I have a free thought, you're image flows through my mind. I thought if I stayed away from you until I left the school, I would be rid of these feelings. But, you always find a way to sneak back in. I'm tired of hiding my feelings. If you don't feel the same, then let me be. Let me walk out of here and you'll never have to suffer my endless tirades ever again." She was breathless when she finished her little speech. She finally looked back at him and found him just staring at her.
Snape couldn't believe what he had just heard. She had spoken every one of his thoughts out loud. He ran a hand through his hair and turned away from her. In a fit of rage, he pushed the contents of his desk to the floor, breaking empty vials and sending books flying into the nearest wall. Hermione, shocked, stood still. She was afraid to move in case he heard her and turned his wrath on her. Much to her surprise, when he finally did turn to her, instead of sending her 'flying' into the nearest wall he grabbed a hold of her and kissed her again. This time, it was as if she were his life force and if he didn't get enough, he would perish.
Hermione would have let out a squeak but all sound was breathlessly taken away from her when he kissed her again. She had wanted this for so long but was afraid. Her plan was to just leave Hogwarts and never set eyes on him again. Now, all she could do was lose herself in his embrace.
Snape pushed her against the desk, not once breaking the kiss. He was winning the battle for dominance and it excited him. When her legs hit the desk, he grabbed her arse and lifted her onto it. He snaked his hands up and entwined his fingers through her unruly hair. As he pulled back on her hair, a gasp escaped Hermione's lips and he smirked. He leaned in and nipped at her bottom lip before he pushed his tongue into her open mouth. Loosening one hand, he ran it down her neck and squeezed her clothed breast. He swallowed her next moan as his fingers tweaked her growing nipple. With expert hands, he undid the buttons of her shirt and pushed it back and over her shoulders. He let it slide down her arms, following its decent with his hands. The sensation caused shivers to run through Hermione's body as his hands found the clasp of her bra. His hands seemed as if they were dancing over her skin and she loved the feeling of the calluses on his fingertips. As he removed her bra he marveled at her endowments. Never before had he seen such breasts on one of her age. Actually, he had never seen any breasts on any girl her age. What was he doing? She was so young; young enough to be his daughter. He shook his head of such thoughts when he saw Hermione moan and thrust her chest towards him.
He captured her lips again, forcefully, as his hands found her breasts and squeezed. He broke away and started trailing kisses down her neck. Her hands found his hair and grabbed hold as he started suckling on her nipples. He pulled each taut nub as far as they would go. The pain dulled as pleasure swept through her. His hands ran down her sides and stopped at the waistband of her school skirt. With expertise, he slipped her skirt down, as she lifted to help, and threw it onto the floor. He smirked as he saw her red lacy knickers were already wet with her awaiting passion. He looked deep into her brown eyes and saw that she was indeed ready for him. Smiling, he threw off his robes.
Hermione saw lust grow within his ebony eyes and although she was a slight bit nervous, she wanted this. As he threw off his own robes, her hands went right for the buttons of his shirt. With trembling fingers, she finally managed to rid him of his shirt and stared at his chest. It wasn't as toned as Viktor's or Ron's, from years of Quidditch, but it was slightly muscled. Of course, he was just as pale there as his face and hands. It was probably from spending way too much time in the dungeons. She ran her hands down his chest and rested on his trousers. Still trembling, she undid his pants and watched them slide down his slender legs. She gasped as she saw his massive erection spring forth. He wasn't wearing any knickers. She swallowed nervously as he forced her hands back so she could steady herself.
Snape smirked at Hermione's expression as he placed her hands behind her. He pushed her knickers aside and positioned his manhood at her entrance. He slammed into her and was shocked to find out that she was no virgin. Probably that Krum fellow, he thought. He pushed those thoughts aside as he began thrusting into her, holding on to the table so he could bury himself up to the hilt. Hermione screamed in both pain and ecstasy, as she had never felt anything so large fill her so completely. His thrusting was so brutal that she was thrown back onto the table and her legs automatically wrapped around his torso. Her wildest fantasies were coming true as she felt him slowly remove his cock from within her only to slam it back home. She reached up and ran her nails down his back as she screamed her passion into the darkness of the classroom.
Snape loved hearing her scream, which only caused him to pound into her even harder. He could feel her inner walls clench tightly around his shaft and knew she was close. As she climaxed, she screamed out "Severus" and it made him spill into her a few seconds later. He collapsed on top of her as they both rode out their orgasms. They both released shaky breaths as Hermione looked up into his eyes. "Um, Professor?" she asked tentatively.
So, it was now Professor again? He removed his flaccid member and quickly got dressed. She took this as a sign and dressed as well. "Well, Miss Granger, did you come down to the dungeons for a reason?" he addressed her without turning to look at her.
Hermione bit her lip at the awkward situation. What did she come down here for? Oh yeah, now she remembered. "Actually, I was looking for Dra… um, Malfoy. I haven't seen him in a few weeks and graduation is starting soon."
Snape spun around and glared at her. "Mr. Malfoy is missing?"
"I don't really know, Sir. I just haven't seen him." Why was this so hard? Why couldn't she look him in the eye? Is what she did just now so wrong? If so, then why did it feel so right at the time?
Snape ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Go back to your room and get ready for graduation. I will attend to Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione nodded and, steadying her breath, she walked casually out of the room as though nothing sordid had just happened. As soon as she was clear of the dungeons, she ran back to her rooms. Ignoring everyone in the common room, she made her way up the stairs and warded her door. She leaned against it and took deep breaths as she held a stitch in her side. She finally made her way over to the bathroom, ran the shower, and stripped off her clothes. She knew she had time to shower and she wanted to get the feel of her professor off of her. In her fantasies, they had made love and then cuddled afterwards in an oversized bed. She was so stupid. Why did she think that being with Snape would change anything? He was still so cold and heartless and she was still a stupid little girl. She scrubbed herself so vigorously until she felt her skin turn raw and red. She wasn't going to tell anyone what had just happened. Not even her best friend, Ginny. This was one moment in her life that she was going to push to the back of her brain and lock away forever.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this. I've had this scene in my mind for ages… actually, since I started this story with my friend. She will be writing the next and final chapter of this story (which is only part one). Part two will follow and it will remain here. We have some of part two thought up already so I can't wait to start that. Well, remember, just hit that little review button to the left and let me know what you think. Thanks.