Disclaimer: Two more days to go 'til I watch DH Part 2! WAAAAAH! Oh, and I ain't JK Rowling *wink* *wink*
A/N: Yay, another chapter! Or do I hear a nay because of what I did last chapter? Haha, anyway, I'll keep this part extremely short so that you can start reading already. If you must know, though, this chapter is un-Beta-ed so bear with all of my grammatical errors. :D
Enjoy!
Chapter Thirty-Five: Goodbye, Teddy
Professor Albus Dumbledore had a feeling of premonition as he sat on his chair in his famous circular Headmaster's Office.
The usual twinkling in his eyes was gone replaced by genuine worry. He was looking worriedly all over his office, thinking that something would have popped surprisingly out of thin air and further heightened his feeling of foreboding.
Now, the aged man rarely believed in Divination. Good lord, if he were to choose which subject was his least favorite, he would undoubtedly say 'Divination'. He, like almost all of the people in the whole Wizarding World, was not gifted with the 'eye'; thus, during his school days and he was forced to sit in his Divination class and listen to his teacher, he instantly disliked the subject. Which was very rare, of course. Dumbledore rarely hated things. He was one of those people who believed that there was something good in everything in this world.
Of course, there were exceptions. He long believed that everything has an exception, including unbelievable Divination. He had been the witness of the greatest prophecy ever told by the current Divination teacher, Sibyl Trelawney, and he would be a fool if he did not believe her. After all, the prophecy that was told by her was slowly unraveling in front of him.
Thus, the professor couldn't help but feel slightly… fidgety. He rarely fidgeted, and if he did, it meant that the dread he was feeling was absolutely humongous and shouldn't be merely brushed off and forever be forgotten.
His grandfather clock chimed once, signaling that it was already one in the morning. He remembered that the Death Eater trainings of his students in the Malfoy Manor would have been done by now. A frown graced his wrinkly face; although he did not want to interfere with the beliefs of the Pureblood families in this school, he still could not sleep at night, knowing that his precious students were venturing in an evil place, surrounded by evil forces and the vilest man he had ever known in his life (excluding Grindelwald). He was afraid that if he were to sleep a wink, a student of his might be in great danger and he was dead to the world, ignorant as he slumbered luxuriously in his own dreamland.
Fawkes then quaked, attracting his owner's attention. Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at his pet phoenix. Fawkes always had the ability to detect the Headmaster's feelings, despite how much he tried to hide them. And for that, he was grateful for his pet.
Just then, a deafening pop resounded in his whole office. He jumped an inch or two, which was infrequent, and stared a little wide-eyed at the scene in front of him.
He instantly recognized his disguised student, despite the tears trekking down her eyes. Her doe-like eyes were wide with something unfathomable and her breaths were loud in the silent room. She almost looked hyperventilating and concerned, Dumbledore stepped around his desk and approached his student. "Miss Granger…"
Blood was dripping everywhere, and the Headmaster's eyes slightly widened in alarm. He searched for the source of the blood, and finally located it on her right hand. Her thumb and index finger were splinched from apparating, but she seemed not to mind it at all.
"Pro-professor," she sputtered out. "Oh Merlin, si-sir… It's Te-Teddy."
And she trailed off, huge sobs heaving from her chest as she continued to cry, her body visibly quivering. Dumbledore knew it was not because of the cold.
His eyes then trailed on the form on Hermione's lap and instantly, he knew.
He knew.
"I-I'm sorry," she sobbed hysterically, now rocking back and forth to comfort herself. "I-I'm sorry. If I was… selfless enough. If I was careful! If only I was not thinking of my-myself. If only I was… if only I was… if only I was… Teddy! Oh Teddy! Wake up, goddammit! Wake up!"
The Headmaster fell on his knees right in front of his hysterical student and looked up at his pet phoenix. "Fawkes," he said, his voice sounding oddly exhausted, "call for Madam Pomfrey now."
The phoenix squawked for his answer before swooping out of the Headmaster's Office.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore gravely said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Do you wish to tell what had happened?"
Too disoriented, she merely shook her head.
Albus looked down on the immobile Slytherin on her lap again and gingerly placed a hand on top of his chest. He was trying to feel any motion that would assure him that Theodore Nott was still alive and breathing.
But there was none.
A hole gradually grew in his old heart. If Hermione was not hysterical with what had happened to her best friend, she would have noticed that a new emotion had settled on the teacher she always looked up to – pain. It was visible on his wrinkly face as he stared gravely on his dead student, his heart turning into lead as more minutes passed by.
Dumbledore had known Theodore Nott for seven years now. He had been one of those students who vowed to make his job a tad harder as soon as they stepped inside the confines of Hogwarts. He had gotten himself into countless detentions before, mostly accompanied by his best friends. But he, Dumbledore observed, rarely cared if points were deducted from his House or more detentions were bestowed upon him.
The Headmaster never had a grudge against his students, especially those who were somehow pain-in-the-necks. And so, he did no really dislike Theodore Nott. He had known Teddy's background; after all, his ancestors studied under Dumbledore's headmastery. But he found himself watching this particular student of his fondly. He had defied everything that was taught to him as a child (except to be bigoted, of course). He lacked the usual regal and authoritative aura in a usual Nott, but instead chose to be carefree and slightly immature. He knew Teddy had received numerous Howlers from home, stating that he had been a disgrace to his family for his lack of… Nott-ness.
The Nott family had been constantly under Voldemort's beck and call but Dumbledore saw some… distinct differences in Teddy Nott. And he knew, just by looking at him, that he could make a change; probably change his family's views and beliefs.
But now, seeing him, lifeless… dead… Dumbledore couldn't help but mourn over this remarkable student of his.
"I-I'm sorry," Hermione sputtered out once again, her voice slightly gurgled because of her tears. "I-I'm sorry I've been reckless."
"Miss Granger," he said, "please. Do not blame yourself."
She grew indignant. The brunette was about to protest something back when the doors of the office burst open, admitting a slightly cranky Madam Pomfrey inside.
"Albus," she said in a reprimanding tone, "I respect you and your ways of teaching. But calling me at this ungodly hour? Well, old man, listen here and listen well, I…"
Her voice faltered upon seeing a distressed Hermione on the floor with an immobile Teddy on her lap. "Albus?" she gasped, instantly reverting to her nurse-mood. "What is going on?"
"Poppy," the Headmaster said, rising to his feet, "this is Theodore Nott and…"
"Oh, I know who he is," she snapped, slight irritation flashing on her face. "He'd been a gentleman enough to visit me in my office every once in a while. What did this young man do now?"
Nobody answered her as she approached the two Slytherins and crouched down. She grasped Teddy's wrist and felt for a pulse but then paled when she did not. Frantically, her hand moved towards his neck but then, she had not felt any pulse on it, too. Her eyes had gone wide now and her face a sickly shade of white as she shakily pressed her palm against the Slytherin's chest and again, she felt nothing.
"Good lord," she gasped, tears springing up in her eyes. "He's… dead."
Hearing it aloud had made Hermione feel more dreadful and guilty for she started crying loudly.
"Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore said, briefly closing his eyes for a second. "Please bring Miss Granger to the infirmary and give her a Sleeping Draught. I am to take care of Mister Nott."
"But Albus…"
"Poppy," he had cut off, "please."
Tears were freely flowing down the medi-witch's face as she helped Hermione's shaking form and assisted her back to the infirmary. She made a slight fuss upon seeing her splinched fingers, and immediately healed them with a spell.
Dumbledore, now alone with the corpse of his beloved student, knelt down once again and slowly, very slowly, ran a hand through Theodore Nott's sapphire eyes and gently closed them.
"Draco, cut it out," Blaise said, sounding annoyed. "Sit down, for Slytherin's sake."
The fuming blond whirled around and scowled at the Italian. "Your calmness is sickening, Zabini," he barked, irritation written all over his face. "Go… go hang out with your bloody books in the library and piss off if you want to stay calm."
Blaise sighed and shook his head, letting his head drop back to his pillow. Draco was being ridiculous, he reckoned. Although, he had every reason to grow frantic.
The Death Eater trainings had now ended and both of them went back to their school. What was alarming though, was that both Hermione and Teddy were nowhere to be found. Draco had wanted to stomp to the West Wing, suspecting that the brunette had been stupid once again and decided to save her parents, to give Hermione a piece of his mind but Blaise, ever the calm one, dragged him out of his Manor, all the while assuring him that both Hermione and Teddy probably came back earlier than them.
He turned out to be wrong in the end, and Draco had been pacing worriedly for minutes now.
"I cannot believe the nerve of those two," the blond muttered darkly under his breath. "You just wait, nuisance, I am going to strangle you if I discovered that you're off gallivanting with danger once again." He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. "And Nott! I should have know that… that look she always had on her face would cause that immature git's downfall."
Blaise slightly smiled in amusement. The jealousy in his voice was so obvious; he wondered if Draco knew it. Even if he was his number one rival to Hermione Granger's affections, he couldn't help but think that his attachment to the brunette was cute. Draco rarely got attached with objections… especially with people.
The door of their room then burst open and Blaise sat up. Draco had halted in his pacing now and was looking at the door with a murderous expression on his face, his arms crossed tightly against his chest.
"Granger," he barked, not even minding if a few people were still awake and probably heard him. "What the hell is wrong with you, leaving without any notice?" He snarled and looked behind her. "And where's Nott? That bastard… he was with you, wasn't he?"
Blaise, who was carefully observing the brunette, stood up in alarm. There were tears running down from her cheeks. She was trying her best not to sob loudly but from the looks of it, she was fighting a losing war. "Hermione?" he asked. "Are you all right?"
Draco's anger then slightly dissipated upon seeing the tears on her face. He grew confused, alarmed even, when a loud sob escaped from Hermione's lips. "Nuisance?" he asked, his eyebrows drawing closer together. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Hermione lifted her tearstained face and stared squarely at the two.
Blaise backpedaled and Draco's arms fell limply on his sides.
She looked… anguished.
"Hermione…" His voice faltered when Hermione suddenly strode past him and sat down on her bed. Confused, Draco turned around and stared at her. The brunette drank a liquid from a vial he hadn't noticed a while ago.
Her cries ceased when she lied down on her bed. She then grasped her teddy bear – Theodore's Christmas gift – and soon fell into a fitful sleep.
Draco turned around to look at Blaise in bafflement.
"I don't know," Blaise answered his unspoken question and the blond's shoulders sagged. He sat down on his own bed and crossed his arms, pointedly staring at the door in hope that it would burst open and his cheery best friend would arrive.
Both Draco and Blaise waited for his arrival for a while.
He did not come.
The tension in the Great Hall was so thick a knife could cut it if one dared to.
Low murmurs were buzzing around the room but not loud enough for the neighboring tables to hear.
A lot grew confused when their Headmaster suddenly called for them at an extremely early hour, five o'clock in the morning to be exact, which was two hours earlier than their supposed time for breakfast.
Many were still cranky from lack of sleep, making it evident through their sullen attitude. The Slytherins, particularly, were not happy with the 'old coot's' sudden announcement and wished to crawl back to their beds and sleep for the rest of the hour. Argus Filch had threatened those who wished to return back to their dormitories that he would hand out detention like late Christmas gifts. After all, the torture devices in his office, which were way older than the medieval ages, were rusting already and he was itching to use them. Those threats of the Hogwarts caretaker were enough to shut up the complaining students.
Blaise was sitting on his usual spot, his back unusually straighter than his laid-back one, as he stared at the teachers' table with keen eyes. Dumbledore was still nowhere to be found and the teachers, he reckoned, were unusually… grave today.
He looked at the corner of his eyes and saw how Draco fidgeted on his seat, shooting worried looks at the empty seats across from them then to the door of the Great Hall. Teddy had not come back this morning at all, and it had made the blond grow restless for his best friend's sudden absence.
Hermione, on the other hand, had bounded of to Merlin-knows-where as soon as the student piled out from their rooms to gather in the Great Hall. Blaise was itching to find her but one look from Argus Filch's menacing face made him sit rooted on his chair.
The Italian sighed and toyed with his breakfast. Since their gathering was earlier than usual, the house-elves started to cook food for the students and the product of their labor was now served on the tables of each Houses. Blaise observed that most of the students were toying with their food, like him, or neglected it (like Draco). He made a disgusted face upon seeing that Potter's ever faithful sidekick seemed as if he was not affected by the tensed atmosphere and continued to stuff his face with his food.
Blaise looked up when Draco suddenly knocked off his pumpkin juice-filled goblet. The blond grumbled a soft apology and with a wave of his wand, the mess he had made was gone.
The Zabini heir looked at the closed oak-wooden doors and wished for it to open to reveal at least Hermione or Teddy or both. Blaise reckoned Hermione had been extremely suspicious this morning. She was hysterical, he observed, and she seemed not to hear what he and Draco had said to her. It made him more bewildered when she just continued to cry with no apparent reason and gulped down the whole content of the vial, which he soon discovered as a Sleeping Draught.
The noise in the Great Hall suddenly died down. Surprised, Blaise averted his eyes away from the doors and looked up at the Teacher's Table, only to see an awfully grim Albus Dumbledore striding inside and halting at his podium. The stone eagle on his podium stretched out its wings, signaling that the Headmaster was about to talk and everyone was required to listen.
"Students," he boomed, although his voice wasn't that loud, "you are all aware that we are in a very dark age with constant wars and the threat of Voldemort's invasion."
Loud gasps from all over the room were heard upon hearing his name. Even Ron, who was happily stuffing his face with food, had stopped eating now and was staring at Dumbledore, wide-eyed.
The Headmaster raised up a hand to stop their sudden noise, his face graver than before. They immediately fell into a fearful silence and continued to watch their serious Headmaster.
"This morning," he continued, "approximately past midnight, one of our dear students was murdered by one Bellatrix Lestrange outside Hogwarts."
At the corner of his eyes, Blaise saw Draco suddenly grip his fork until his knuckles turned white. Horror trickled in Blaise's heart as he saw how the blond suddenly grew pale. It was common knowledge that Bellatrix Lestrange was Draco Malfoy's aunt and to hear that once again, she ended another innocent person's life, he was not exactly thrilled.
"Some might know him personally, others merely by his name," Dumbledore said, his eyes landing on the Slytherin table. He spotted two vacant spots and the victim's best friends sitting across from the empty seats. His heart continued to break into two. "And the victim, Mister Theodore Nott, had died a very noble death."
Blaise blinked.
Huh?
The whole Slytherin table erupted into a riotous noise; others were even openly crying now. Draco had completely frozen on his chair and the fork he was gripping tightly was now released from his hand, landing with a loud clang on his plate.
Dumbledore raised a hand once again and the Slytherins were instantly silenced, although those who were crying continued to sob now.
"Mister Nott had died helping a friend," he continued. "And what is greater love than to die for one's friend? He had neglected his safety all because he wanted him safe from harm."
Something strange… something painful stirred in Blaise's heart as he stared at the empty seat across from him.
'Theo… died?' his mind feebly asked, still reeling with the sudden news.
"Let us all stay silent for a while," Dumbledore quietly murmured. From the Head of House, Professor McGonagall was now dabbing a lacey handkerchief on her old, tired eyes. "And let us remember this remarkable person. Let us remember that he did not die in vain. Let us remember that he died fighting bravely. Let us remember that Theodore Nott, a Slytherin, a student, a son, a brother, and most especially a best friend, had died to save one of the persons he loved the most."
The Great Hall was deathly silent now. Their shock had now been mingled with… compassion to those whom Teddy had left behind. Even the Gryffindors who had hated his guts had stopped hating him for that moment and offered their condolences.
And Blaise… Blaise suddenly couldn't breath because of the tears that sprang up from his eyes.
Oh, how the environment mocked his best friend's funeral.
Draco swore that if he heard one more blasted bird chirping bloody happily, he would brandish out his wand and blast it into smithereens.
They were now in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest, Theodore Nott's casket visible to everybody. Draco had neglected Hermione's fake grave, which was a few meters away from the crowd. Instead, his eyes were firmly plastered on his best friend's sarcophagus.
He could not believe this was happening. Heck, he felt like he was still dreaming. Theo… Theo was a great guy (although a pain-in-the-bloody-arse) but still… he was Draco's best friend. And that meant something to the blond.
The moment Dumbledore announced the death of the carefree Slytherin, his blood ran cold and he suddenly couldn't breathe. The shock he felt was too huge to handle and he had no choice but to watch with unfocused eyes as the Slytherins who knew Teddy started to grow frantic for his lose.
He vaguely remembered that they were instructed to go to an area in the Forbidden Forest, here, where Teddy's funeral would take place. He couldn't remember, though, how he was able to arrive here. He swore his mind had temporarily detached itself from his body as soon as he heard the distressing news.
But he was here.
And he wished he was anywhere but here.
From where he was sitting, alone and brooding, he could spot Theo's avid second year fan girl, Mina, crying her eyes out as she continued to call out her 'lord's' name. Pained by the sight, he turned away and looked at his hands.
Ever since the start of the funeral, a lump had formed in Draco's throat. He desperately wanted to gulp it down but no amount of saliva could drive it away. He had been silent the whole time, afraid that if he were to talk, he would do something drastic (like… blast a third year into Pluto).
He had seen the other Gryffindors and how they were silent. Draco couldn't help but sneer at them, knowing that it was merely for show because they were expected to mourn and not to gloat around declaring that Theodore Nott deserved to bloody die because he was a sick, sick bastard. One time, he caught Potter strangely looking at him and he merely glared, which promptly left him unbothered by The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"Draco?"
Startled, he looked up, ready to snap at the sudden intruder, but his eyes landed on her, of all people.
Annie Nott.
Theo's sister.
The lump in his throat grew bigger upon seeing the uncanny resemblance of the girl to her big brother. With the same gorgeous blue eyes and raven-black hair… they were, without any doubt, really siblings.
The ten-year-old girl was openly crying. Her blue eyes were extra bright because of the tears that freely flowed from her sapphire eyes. Her pink, bottom lip was slightly quivering because of suppressed anguished and Draco had a clue that she wanted to throw something now because of pure rage and agony. In fact, he was feeling exactly the same time.
He visibly swallowed as the little girl continued to stare at him.
Right there and then, he hated his aunt more. With a fiery, burning, scorching passion. He had always hated Bellatrix Lestrange for she had taunted his mother, her sister, all her life for being such a coward and refusing to take the Dark Mark and serve her 'beloved' master. He had always hated Bellatrix Lestrange because she never failed to hurt his mother emotionally… deeply, for suddenly turning into a different person from what Narcissa Malfoy previously knew.
And now that she killed his best friend… his hate for her had taken a higher level and if were to spot here amongst the mourning crowd, he would not hesitate but kill her (or perhaps… torture her at first then watch her as she slowly die).
"Draco?" little Annie Nott said once again, daintily sniffing to catch his attention. Draco's stormy mercurial eyes landed on her big, blue ones and he was once again struck with the fact that she looked so much like Teddy; it almost hurt to look. "Can I hold your hand?"
He blinked thrice, taken aback with the little girl's request. He had visited the Nott Manor countless times before and he had known that Annie liked Blaise more than him. In fact, he even thought that he had scared the crap out of her. Blaise was nowhere to be found since he was the one appointed to give the eulogy for Teddy and so, he was stuck with her, with Teddy Nott's little sister.
Oh, how Teddy loved her. He had witnessed her big brother's affection with his own eyes and he thought he had never seen such sibling love that powerful before. And to see that Annie was left all alone, brother-less, the empathy he felt for the little girl grew astounding.
He could spot from his place Nott's mother, an imposing and authoritative woman, amongst the crowd. His heart clenched upon seeing her stoic expression, stiffly crossing her arms and looking as if she wanted to be anywhere but here. Draco grew murderous, thinking that she probably did not care that her son was dead. Or maybe she was just like him, trying in vain to hide her emotions so that people would not see that she could be vulnerable, too.
With a lead as his heart, he turned back to the mourning little girl and stretched out his right hand. "Of course, Annie," he softly murmured, his voice surprisingly hoarse.
Annie continued to softly cry as she gingerly placed her small hand in Draco's large one and gripped it as if it was her lifeline. Draco gripped it equally firm, yet gentle, as Annie settled down on the vacant seat beside him.
Together, they listened as Dumbledore delivered his speech about Teddy and his 'noble' death. All throughout the event, Annie's little hand never let go of Draco's.
When Blaise delivered his eulogy, almost all had tears in their eyes, even the Italian. Annie's soft cries had turned into huge, loud sobs, but her hand in Draco's never slackened. The blond even thought that she held on to him tighter.
Everybody stood up when Teddy's casket was being slowly lowered down. Both Draco and Annie found themselves at the back of the crowd, but not one of them even dared to move forward and squeeze through just to see his best friend and her big brother slowly disappearing, physically, from their lives.
"Everything will be all right," Draco consoled the little girl, squeezing her small hand for reassurance, but he himself sounded as if he needed some comfort.
Because right there and then, the cool and indifferent mask of Draco Malfoy broke. It was an astounding thing to see for he rarely showed his true emotions, vulnerable for the whole world to see.
If all had just paid him attention, for the first time in their lives, they would see a tear trickle down from his mercurial orbs, silently running down from his cheek down to his pointy chin, mourning for his deceased best friend.
"Goodbye, Teddy," little Annie commented.
'Yes,' he silently thought. 'Goodbye, Teddy.'
"I knew you would be here."
A small gasp escaped from her lips but she did not bother to turn around and glare at Draco Malfoy. She knew it would be him and in all honesty, she was not surprised. After all, he had found her here in the exact spot in the library months before when she had cried her eyes out for being silly in front of the Headmaster.
Instead, she laid her chin on top of the teddy bear Teddy had given her on Christmas Day and continued to cry, neglecting Draco's presence.
She heard his familiar footsteps approaching her, stopping a few feet away from her. He was silent for a while and Hermione's soft cries were heard. The library was abandoned due to the fact that everybody, even the ghosts of Hogwarts, attended Theodore Nott's funeral, except her.
Hermione could not bear to be there with people crying for Teddy's death, knowing that she had been the cause of it. Merlin, she could not sleep because of that gnawing guilt in her heart, tearing her apart and keeping her awake at night. She had been drinking numerous Sleeping Draughts now and although she knew that it was not good for her health, she couldn't care less. The pain was too unbearable for her to handle and Sleeping Draughts helped her ease her pain, or at least make her feel slightly numb.
The brunette had been hysterical for the whole day. She had not attended breakfast this morning, knowing that Dumbledore would announce the distressing news and she would burst into tears while people discovered that she was the sole reason for Teddy's death. She couldn't bear to look at her other roommates, knowing that she was the reason why their best friend for seven years was killed.
Oh especially, Draco. She could not look at him.
She was afraid that his mercurial orbs would look at her, mercilessly, as he spat her insults about her faults and all. Hermione knew she couldn't handle such hurtful words from the blond; thus, she tried her best to avoid him the whole day at all cost.
She was afraid to see Blaise and his disappointment clearly etched on his face. She was scared that he would stop talking to her and further make her guilty for being selfish and not think of others when Teddy himself had been selfless and thought about her first before his safety.
'Why, Teddy?' she asked herself for the umpteenth time. 'Why? You did not have to.'
Hermione hugged the teddy bear tighter to her chest and continued to mourn for her dead best friend. Teddy had been a great friend all these months, even accepting her for who she truly was despite the fact that she deceived him and had probably hurt his feelings. But he accepted her, nonetheless, and she was grateful of him for that.
"I'm sorry," she softly cried, knowing that Draco was still standing beside her. "I-I'm sorry, Draco." She repeated her apology, again and again, and her cries grew louder.
And then, to her utmost surprise, she was yanked upright by the blond. A gasp escaped from her lips as she stared at him, wide-eyed. But before she could further decipher the unfathomable look in his eyes, he enveloped her into a hug. Teddy's stuffed toy tumbled out of Hermione's sudden limp arms and landed on the floor, neglected.
"Don't blame yourself," he murmured in her ear. "It's not your fault."
Hermione, despite her tears, grew frustrated and unknowingly fisted the front material of his expensive jumper. "It was mine," she interjected. "It was mine and I-I was selfish… Teddy wouldn't have… wouldn't have…"
"Shh…" he consoled, his arms around her tightening. "It's not your fault."
"It was. It was," she cried, succumbing into his warm embrace. Her tearstained face landed on his shoulder and she cried her frustrations, her anger, and her guilt out until her voice was raw with tears. "It was my fault. I-I'm sorry."
And they continued to stand there, hidden by Hermione's beloved books from prying eyes.
And together, they mourned for Theodore Nott's death.
'Goodbye, Teddy,' Hermione wistfully thought, tightening her arms around Draco's torso. 'I'm sorry.'
A/N: This chapter made me bawl, too, don't worry T_T. And I'm curious as to which part you started crying, too. XD So what did you think? Tell me in you reviews!
Oh, and I posted earlier because tomorrow I'll be going home late. As soon as I arrive home, I am positively sure I won't be able to do anything besides my yearbook club stuff...
Anyway, OaP is nearing its end! Well, not really, but I have eight more chapters (including the Epilogue) to go before it ends. Which is a sad thing. I'm going to miss this story! And I'm not sure if I'll be able to post a new story. My "new" story is currently on hiatus because of this so-called life, so, I'm asking you not to expect a new one soon.
Well, that's it for now! I know, I know, I was cruel for doing that but I think it's necessary for my story. And I'd rather choose for Teddy to know that Hermione's starting to fall in love with Draco T_T Not my Teddy! Of course, some of you do not share my opinion but, oh well, I'm the author. I can do whatever I want in this story :D
Again, reviews please!
With love,
WickedlyAwesomeMe