Chapter Twenty-Three

Soft green light flooded the halls that headed to the dungeons. Draco instantly knew that the Slytherin common room and dormitories were casualties in the war. The hall looked to be a bit deserted though, so Draco thought it would be safe to sneak inside and get a few hours of sleep.

He pushed aside some debris that blocked the entrance to the common room and saw that the entrance—a common wall to a non-Slytherin—had been blasted apart. Sadness filled his heart when he looked upon the well-kept room of the Slytherins.

He had missed this place and he felt like he was coming home. Save for the past year, he had spent more of the past six years here than he had in his own home.

Draco supposed it was the protection of the lake that kept the common room in tact. The only piece of destruction was the wall to enter the Slytherin common room. He sat in his favorite chair next to the fireplace, though no fire burned and leaned back, resting his legs on a nearby footstool.

When Draco first came to Hogwarts, he had always had a better time at it. He remembered hearing that Harry Potter was on the train and knew that they had to be friends. It was only right for a Malfoy to align himself with the most famous eleven-year-old in the Wizarding World, so when Harry blatantly refused his friendship, Draco was embarrassed. Nobody had ever told a Malfoy 'no' before. So he hated Harry with every fiber of his being.

And it grew more and more with every year they continued to be at school.

He cringed at the memory of him in second year. The annoying cat had been petrified and Draco made fun of Mudbloods, saying they'll be next. He even placed a bet with Crabbe and Goyle, hoping that Hermione would be the Mudblood killed.

"Hey…can—can I join you?"

The sweetest voice interrupted his thoughts. Draco looked up, surprised to see Hermione standing in the entranceway of the common room. He stood up immediately and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yes—yes, of course. Come on in."

Hermione nodded and carefully looked around as she stepped inside. "I think all of the entrances to the Houses have been destroyed. I overheard someone saying that Ravenclaw's knocker was blown to pieces and the painting in front of Hufflepuff was blasted apart. And the Gryffindor Tower…well, it seems like the Fat Lady left the door wide open."

"How do you know where all of the common rooms are? I thought those were supposed to be a secret?"

Draco looked at her in wonder and she sat down next to him on a nearby couch.

Hermione shrugged. "I've done my fair share of sneaking around the castle after-hours."

"What? Ms. Strait-laced Granger sneaking around the castle?"

"Don't be jealous because you didn't have Harry's Invisibility Cloak."

"Ah, the Cloak. That sure is a reason to be jealous. No wonder why he got away with everything here."

"He did not."

Draco disagreed with her, but didn't feel like arguing with her, so he just smiled. "It's a surprise to see you in the Slytherin common room."

"Yeah, well, I was looking everywhere for you after we went to see Dumbledore and put the wand back in his tomb and I couldn't find you anywhere."

"Wait, what?"

Hermione pushed aside the hair from her face and told him about how she, Ron, and Harry went to the headmaster's office and had a few words with Dumbledore. Then they went to the tomb and put his wand back.

"Ew, so you saw his body?"

Hermione lightly tapped him. "No! Only Harry went in."

"Still disgusting."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, looking for you was only secondary; I really just wanted to see the common room. After all, Harry and Ron got to see it before, so why can't I?" She batted her eyelashes at him.

Draco shook his head. "Don't do that, that's not you." He put an arm around her and pulled her close. They leaned back against the couch. "When did Harry and Ron come into the Slytherin common room, anyway?"

"When we were trying to trick you into telling us where the Chamber of Secrets was. We were sure your father had told you."

"What! When was this?"

"Second year—"

"Obviously."

"Hey, you asked!"

"How did they get in?"

"I brewed Polyjuice Potion and—"

"You brewed Polyjuice Potion in second year!"

"Well, yeah, we needed it to trick you."

"You brewed Polyjuice Potion in second year?"

"Yes, I said that already."

Draco shook his head. "You know, you´re really the most brilliant witch I've ever met. Snape's been my Potions teacher since I was six or seven and I still had trouble with Polyjuice Potion in sixth year!"

"Well, that's you and this is me."

He rolled his eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be nice and helpful?"

"I am helpful! I'm just telling you like it is."

Draco laughed. "So why were you all trying to trick me?"

"To tell us where the Chamber of Secrets was."

"But I didn't know where it was."

"Well, yeah. We figured that out after Harry and Ron tried to get the answer from you and you said you didn't know."

"Who did they—oh…Crabbe and Goyle…"

Hermione nodded. "One of our more brilliant plans."

"And as all your brilliant plans go—what went wrong?"

Hermione slightly blushed. "Um…well, I accidentally used cat hair in the potion. I thought it was Millicent Bulstrode's. And…well, it wasn't."

Draco smirked. "So what happened?"

"I…I turned..well, I didn't really turn into a cat, but I had some catlike features…and you can't tell anyone!" She started punching him. "I really mean it, you can't tell anyone!"

Draco burst out laughing. He half-heartedly tried grabbing Hermione's fists before they touched him, but was laughing too hard.

"What were you thinking about when I walked in, anyway?" As Draco winded down, Hermione lowered her fists and leaned into him once again. She rested her head on his lap and pulled her legs onto the couch, so she was lying down.

"Just school and all," he answered. "But I never imagined you, of all people, to be here in the Slytherin common room," he said, stroking her cheek.

"Trust me, I never imagined to ever even try to look for your common room," she responded.

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Who said I was looking for you?" she teased.

"First of all, you said so earlier. And second of all, why else would you come here?"

"I told you—I wanted to see all the common rooms."

Draco chuckled. "You're a horrible liar, Hermione."

She smiled and said a few more words in a sleepy voice. He didn't understand her, but conjured a blanket and used his wand to spread it over her. He listened to her breath as they drifted off to sleep.

He was probably asleep for only fifteen or so minutes, but suddenly woke up with a terrible ache in his neck. He stretched it, trying not to move so much so Hermione wouldn't wake. He carefully shifted her away from him and stood, stretching his arms above his head. He quietly headed for his old dormitory and pushed the door open.

It looked as if nothing was touched; even his bed looked exactly as it did the night he fled Hogwarts. Deciding the bed was a more comfortable spot than the couch, Draco quietly returned to the common room and carefully picked Hermione up. He was worried that he would wake her, but she didn't move as they headed toward the dormitories.

Draco carefully laid her atop his bed and tied the hangings back. He knelt next to the bed, taking in every feature of Hermione's face. She looked peaceful—more so than he had ever seen her before. She also looked happy, with a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

It widened into a smirk.

"Did anybody ever tell you it was rude to stare?" she teased, blinking her eyes open.

Draco chuckled in response. He lightly tapped her face. "Go back to sleep, Hermione."

"You should get some, too," she replied, leaning up on her elbow. She gestured around. "Your Slytherin beds are humongous. Dumbledore must've known they'd have to find some room for you and your enormous ego."

"I don't have an enormous ego."

Hermione smiled. "Of course you do." She took his hand and pulled him onto the bed. "Come on, this is the first proper bed we get to sleep in—"

"And you want to share it with me? I'm touched, Granger." He smirked at her.

Her eyes flashed angrily at the use of her surname. "Shut it, Malfoy." He smiled at her as she leaned up to kiss him.

Draco closed his eyes, trying to remember every second, every touch of the kiss. Her soft lips pushed against his and he pulled her closer. Taking a chance, he moved his tongue against her lips. She slowly opened them, allowing him access into her mouth. He ran his hands up and down her body, trying to feel every inch of her. They carried on like this for a few moments until Draco pulled away.

"I'm not going to take advantage of you in my bed, Hermione."

"As if I would let you!" she replied defiantly, hitting his chest.

Draco shook his head in amusement. He lay down on the bed and pulled Hermione close to him. He put a hand on her chin and lightly pushed it to look at him.

His gray eyes pierced her brown ones.

"I love you, Hermione Granger. With all of my heart, mind, body, and soul. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

She smiled at him and gazed at him with tenderness and love. She raised her hand and ran her fingers through his hair. She moved her fingers down and traced his face, stroking him gently.

"I love you, too, Draco Malfoy," she said softly. Hermione leaned up and kissed his cheek. She lay down and snuggled deep into his drifted off to sleep, listening to each other's even, deep breathing.

Narcissa walked the halls of Hogwarts uncertainly. She hadn't been back in years and was trying to find the kitchens.

CRACK!

Kreacher appeared before her, bowing slightly.

"Kreacher? What are you doing here?"

"Mistress looks like she needs something."

"I just…I wanted to get some tea."

He bowed again and reappeared no less then two seconds later with two other house-elves. They pushed a tray of tea and biscuits into her hands. The house-elves bowed and disappeared with a crack as quickly as they appeared.

Narcissa was so in shock that it took her a few moments to remember what she was doing. She looked around and turned back toward the Great Hall.

Narcissa saw the flaming red hair that she had long scorned and headed toward the small crowd. She carefully set the tray down and gently placed a hand on Molly Weasley's shoulder.

"Have some tea," she said gently.

Molly shook her off. "I don't need tea, I need my son!"

Narcissa's heart broke for her fellow mother. She knelt down, trying to gently pry her away from her son's body. "Come now, Molly, please have some tea."

Molly cut her eyes at Narcissa. "I will not be having tea with you, Malfoy. Your sister tried to kill my daughter!"

Narcissa recoiled at the words. Her eyes drifted to the girl nearby who had the exact same eyes and hair as Molly. She stood and nodded sadly. "Very well." She walked away.

She supposed she should expect treatment like this. While her son had fought alongside Potter and his friends, she had played the role of a spy for Kingsley and the rest of the Order, making it look as if she returned to be Lucius' supportive wife. She had to remind herself that the rest of the Order didn't know that she was a spy since she only communicated with Kingsley, Remus, and Nymphadora.

"Mrs. Malfoy!"

Narcissa turned automatically. "Yes?" she asked in a breathless voice. She looked in curiousity at the redhead.

"Sorry about my mum, she's just-she's really cut up about Fred," the youngest Weasley boy said.

"Thank you, but it's nothing that I don't deserve."

"Look, Draco…if Draco turned out to be an all right guy, I reckon you can't be so bad." The boy's ears turned red and he blushed.

She smiled at him. "Thank you. Ron, is it?" He nodded. "Please give my condolences to your mother and the rest of your family. And…I'm sorry for what happened at my house…" She turned away from him and looked down, continuing to walk away. She was in the entrance hall when she heard a familiar voice.

"Cissy! Cissy! Oh, Cissy!"

Her sister's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Andromeda? What are you doing here?" She looked up and ran to Andromeda. She threw her arms around her sister, not noticing the baby in her arms until he started struggling.

Narcissa looked at the turquoise-haired boy in surprise. "Is this—is this him? Is this Teddy?"

Andromeda's nodded with tearful eyes and Narcissa took the child, cooing over him. She took Andromeda's hand and led her to where Nymphadora's and Remus' bodies lay. Narcissa kept her grand-nephew in the entrance hall, giving her sister some privacy and getting introduced to him. She started playing with him.

Narcissa held Teddy before her, remembering when Draco was this small. They looked nothing alike—Teddy's bright turquoise hair differed greatly from Draco's pale blonde hair. She bounced him around a couple of times before bringing Teddy to her shoulder and rocked him to sleep.

"May you have a peaceful life, Teddy," she thought. Tears filled her eyes as her mind wandered to Nymphadora and Remus and how they would never know their son as he grew up.

Draco awoke, feeling more refreshed than he could ever remember. He stretched his arms and legs and felt around for Hermione. His eyes shot open when he didn't feel her and he saw an empty space next to him. The imprint of her body accentuated her absence. He swung his legs off the bed and pulled his trainers on. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and headed out of his dormitory, wondering where Hermione went.

He headed down to the common room, thinking Hermione's curiousity got the better of her and figured that she was probably exploring the rest of the Slytherin dungeons. Instead of seeing her familiar brown hair near the fire, he saw someone else.

"Blaise? What are you doing here?"

He smirked. "This is my House too, Draco, remember? Or have you been too busy with Granger?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Where is she?"

"She left. Didn't want to wake you. We had a fairly nice conversation, too."

He narrowed his eyes. "What did you say to her?"

"Relax, Draco. Even if I said anything against you, Granger's already seen your worst."

Draco looked down, feeling regret and embarrassment. He sat across from Blaise. "Yeah. I guess."

"Who would've imagined that Mr. Slytherin would fall for Ms. Gryffindor anyway?" Blaise's eyes twinkled teasingly. "Is that why you've treated her horribly all these years? Trying to cover up a hidden love for the girl?"

Draco narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Yeah," he said curtly. "Thanks for reminding me."

"Relax, Draco," Blaise repeated, bringing his hands up in mock-surrender. "I don't mean anything by it." He gestured to Draco's head. "Why is your hair pink, anyway? Some strange way of showing how much you love her?"

Draco shook his head again. "Caught the wrong end of an Auror's wand."

Blaise smirked. "I thought you joined up with them."

Draco shrugged. He gestured around. "What's been going on around here, anyway? Weren't things good for the Slytherins?"

Blaise nodded. "I wouldn't say that things were necessarily good for Slytherins, but it's definitely been a lot better for us than the other Houses. Especially that Gryffindor House."

"Gryffindor?" Draco looked mildly surprised. "Am I not the only one professing my love for a lady Gryffindor then?"

Blaise looked at him in surprise. "Draco Malfoy professing his love to anybody? What has Granger done to you?"

"You're avoiding my question." He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, there is a certain Parvati Patil that I was supposed to Crucio."

Draco smirked. "I'm assuming that didn't happen."

"Assumption's correct." Blaise gestured around. "But it has been absolutely horrible around here. Yes, we were treated better than the rest, but that's not saying much." He proceeded to tell Draco about Hogwarts—how Snape made them march in lines by house and year, no Quidditch, no House points and essentially no fun. "Except for Crabbe and Goyle," Blaise continued. "They loved detention duty. Only time I've ever seen them good at something."

Draco nodded, remembering Longbottom's words in the Room of Requirement. "Sounds horrible," he said, repeating Blaise's earlier words.

"That's only half of it." Blaise continued to tell Draco about Hogwarts and each of their old classmates. "We thought you were dead. It felt like something was missing. I don't think anyone else noticed, though."

"Why, Blaise, I didn't realize you missed me so much."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Lucky for you someone did. No one else even batted an eye. Parkinson was suddenly in love with Crabbe as she had been with you."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Stupid girl," he said, echoing his earlier statement about her.

Blaise nodded in agreement. "And Daphne and Millicent were no better."

"I guess that's why you and I are left here."

Blaise nodded. "I guess so. But what's been going on with you? First you're dead, then Confunded, and now joined at the hip to Granger."

Draco scoffed. "Do you see Hermione around right now?" He looked at Blaise and thought for a bit. He normally never would've opened up to Blaise or anyone else for that matter, but maybe it was his desire to feel something like friendship from someone familiar. He opened his mouth and poured out everything from the past two years—starting with the moment Voldemort initiated him into the Death Eaters, to the failed attempts at Dumbledore's murder, to hiding at his aunt and uncle's house, to being on the run with Harry and his growing feelings for Hermione and surprising friendship with Harry and Ron.

Blaise listened intently and didn't interrupt Draco unless he didn't understand what was happening. Draco found it easier to continue once he began and was glad that Blaise didn't interrupt much.

He found it all a bit strange. If things were normal, he probably would've been sitting alongside Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott insulting Mudbloods and practicing the Cruciatus Curse on first-years. In a way, it made Draco grateful for his hellish sixth year because it indirectly led to Hermione.

After about an hour, Draco finished talking, finishing the story when Voldemort was killed.

Blaise whistled at the end. "I wondered what happened between you and Granger when she tried to shield you from…from You-Know-Who. Which, by the way, reminds me—Granger said something about Potter and McGonagall planning a memorial or something. She said to meet her in the Great Hall."

Draco threw him a dirty look. "You couldn't tell me, earlier?" he yelled, running out to Blaise's laughter.

"What shall we do with the body, Narcissa?" Kingsley's gentle voice asked.

"I don't know," she responded, bouncing the baby boy on her knee. She looked at Andromeda, who still held on to her daughter's and son-in-law's cold hands.

"Who killed her, Kingsley?" Andromeda suddenly asked. "Do you know who it was that ended her life?" she asked harshly.

Narcissa put a hand on her sister's shoulder, trying to calm her down. She was curious as well, but she was too worried about Andromeda's mental and emotional state.

"I don't know," Kingsley answered apologetically. "I didn't see."

"Aunt 'Dromeda?"

Draco's voice interrupted them. He dropped to his knees and enveloped her in a hug. Tears immediately sprang to his eyes. "I'm…I'm so sorry…so sorry…." He said softly. "And…I miss Uncle Ted…and Nymphadora and Remus…"

Andromeda sobbed, feeling her nephew's arms around her. He cradled her and held her as she cried.

"Do you know, Draco?" Andromeda asked. "Do you know who did it?"

Draco cleared his throat and looked around uncomfortably. He glanced at Kingsley, who was walking away, wishing he could call him back. "Um…" Draco glanced at his mother, noticing a baby in her arms. "Is that…is that Teddy?"

Narcissa nodded and smiled, holding the baby out to face him. The baby giggled and cooed at Draco's face. He noticed that Teddy's eyes were the exact color as Remus'. The baby reached out to touch Draco's face and when he made contact, his hair turned from turquoise to the pink color of Draco's hair. Draco grinned at the baby and hugged Andromeda.

"Well?" she asked. "Who killed her?"

"Aunt 'Dromeda…"

"Draco, please. I have to know. You know, don't you?"

Draco looked uncomfortable. "Um, it was…it was Bellatrix…" he said in a whisper.

Andromeda and Narcissa looked outraged. "Bellatrix!"

"'Dromeda…" started Narcissa.

"Don't, Cissy! That woman killed my only child! And you know she would've done the same to Draco!"

Draco felt even more uncomfortable. He shifted uncomfortably. "Um, Nymphadora…Nymphadora died protecting me…" he said in a small voice. "It's—it's my fault…" A wave of guilt rushed through Draco.

"Oh, Draco!" Narcissa cried out. She hugged Teddy close to her as if she was protecting him from the things Draco told them.

"So, she would've killed me, Mum. If Nymphadora hadn't stepped in front of me…" he felt tears fill his eyes. "I'm sorry, Aunt 'Dromeda. I really am!"

Andromeda hugged Draco. "It's not your fault," she said. "It's Bellatrix. Bellatrix did it, not you. Do not blame yourself."

"But—but—"

"But nothing. My daughter died a hero's death. Protecting the cousin that she has grown to love."

"I love her too, Aunt 'Dromeda."

She smiled sadly. "I know you do." She ruffled his pink hair. "Reminds me of Nymphadora's hair."

He smiled and gestured to Teddy. "He saw me and changed his hair, too."

"He already likes you."

Draco smiled. "I like him, too." He looked up and saw Hermione awkwardly standing off to the side. He grinned at her and carefully stood up. He cleared his throat. "I suppose this is a good time to officially introduce you both—"

Teddy let out a loud gurgle. Draco smiled and pinched the baby's cheeks.

"—the three of you," he corrected himself, "to Hermione. My girlfriend." He extended a hand to her and kissed her temple.

Andromeda and Narcissa exchanged an amused glance. Andromeda stood up and put her hands on Hermione's shoulders, staring intently at her. She grinned and put her arms around her, hugging Hermione tightly.

"About Tonks and Lupin…I'm sorry," she whispered.

Tears filled Andromeda's eyes again. She smiled sadly. "Me too." She blinked the tears away and hugged Hermione again. Andromeda pinched Draco's hollow cheeks. "You may be the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, but you are more like me than you know, Draco."

Draco smiled and glanced at his mother. "Mum?"

Narcissa smiled and balanced Teddy on one arm. She put an arm around Hermione and smiled. "You already know, Draco."

Hermione exhaled loudly as if she were nervous. She picked up one of Teddy's little hands. "Is this Teddy?" she asked, smiling at the baby.

"Who else would it be, Hermione?" Draco said shot him a look and poked him roughly.

Narcissa's eyes brightened at the gesture. She smiled at them. "Would you like to hold him, Hermione?"

Her eyes widened. "Oh, I couldn't!"

"Of course you can," Narcissa said, nodding her encouragement. "Here, just support him. And make sure you've got a fine grip on him." She carefully handed Teddy to Hermione, who awkwardly held him for a few seconds before finding a comfortable position. She bounced him for a few moments and he gurgled happily.

"Nice hair," Hermione said, winking at Draco. He shook his head, smiling.

"Sorry to interrupt," said Kingsley, placing a hand on Narcissa's shoulder. "But Narcissa, I need to speak with you. It's about your husband."

Draco glanced at his mother, alarmed.

Kingsley shook his head. "Draco, it's nothing to be worried or concerned about. Narcissa?"

Narcissa nodded. She looked at Draco with a small smile and ruffled Teddy's hair before following him.

"I need to speak with Kingsley," Andromeda said. Hermione tried to hand her the baby, but she waved her off. "You two will be fine. Just watch over him for a few moments, please." She hurried after Kingsley and Narcissa.

Draco and Hermione followed them with their eyes. The three of them joined McGonagall, Flitwick, the Weasleys and Harry. "Do you want to go outside?" Draco asked, pinching Teddy's cheeks.

"I'm not sure…won't your aunt look for Teddy?"

"She knows we won't go far and besides, is it really good for Teddy to be surrounded by all of this?"

Hermione looked around, frowning. The Great Hall was crowded with debris, people, and dead bodies. "Fine," she said and followed Draco out of the Great Hall.

He carefully led her through the debris and into the entrance hall. Draco didn't even have to open the doors since they had been blasted apart in the battle. He led Hermione and Teddy to a clear area by the lake and helped her sit down. Hermione rested Teddy on her lap and Draco sat down, close to Hermione, and draped an arm around her shoulders. He laughed when Teddy reached up and grabbed one of Hermione's loose curls of hair. He pulled on it and Hermione winced, gently unwrapping his tiny fist from her hair.

"Stop laughing," she said, irritated.

"Oh, but I think it's cute," said Draco, taking a curl into his hand. He gently tugged on it, earning himself another look from rolled her eyes and scoffed. They sat in a comfortable silence and played with Teddy.

"When did it happen?" she asked, suddenly and softly. Draco looked at her questioningly. "When did you fall in love with me?"

Draco thought silently. He picked Teddy up and held him in the air, smiling at Teddy's happy gurgles. Hermione waited patiently until he set Teddy back down on her lap.

"I think…I think it started the night you and I were at Grimmauld Place, looking at the Black tapestry," he answered truthfully. He gazed out onto the lake, avoiding her eyes. "That was the night I started to look at you differently. But I knew I couldn't do anything about it. I think Ron would've had my head." He moved his intense gaze onto hers. "But the night I knew I loved you was when Ron came back. I was so jealous."

"Is that why you were going to leave?"

Draco half-nodded. "And the moment I knew I couldn't live without you—when Bellatrix…you know…at my house."

Hermione looked at him and smiled. She leaned into him, ready to kiss him, but Teddy reached up and grabbed locks of hair from each of them, gurgling and cooing.

"Ow, Teddy," Draco scolded. "You've got a strong grip."

Hermione laughed and gently took Teddy's hands into her own. She kissed Draco quickly and gazed into his eyes, still holding Teddy.

"The moment that I fell in love with you—the night you offered to teach Harry Occlumency in exchange for Patronus lessons…I saw that you were really a different person then you were before. And you actually cared about us." She kissed him again. "When I knew I loved you, the day you gave me this." She pulled out the red and gold necklace.

"Oh," replied Draco. "After that was when you got violent." He rubbed an imaginary hurt spot on his chest.

Hermione made a face at him, but continued. "And when I knew I couldn't live without you…when you told me about the house-elves. You were my miracle…" She ran a finger through his hair and smiled. "And when I knew you loved me…when you saved us with your Patronus, the otter." She leaned up to kiss him again, but he pulled back.

"The Patronus? Why? That was the first time I've ever done it, kind of a weird form for my Patronus to take considering I've never had—"

"It's my Patronus, Draco," she said lovingly. "The exactly the same as mine…what happy memory did you think of?"

"You," he said simply.

She smiled at him again and leaned up, enveloping Draco in a long, deep kiss.

"I think little Teddy is in need of some attention," Draco said, pulling back from Hermione and taking Teddy's hand. He had been lightly hitting Draco's face.

She laughed and took Teddy's other hand, giving it a kiss. Teddy giggled and grinned at them both.

There's that chapter! I hope you all liked that little bit of Draco & Hermione with Teddy. Please review and let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!