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Classical Bartering

The second week in September found Draco sitting at the Slytherin table with his plate loaded of breakfast items. Toast, Marmalade, Pastries…It was all good, but he couldn't bring himself to enjoy breakfast this morning.

He hadn't slept well the night before, Theo having some sort of dream…a wet one at that. He'd been moaning, and groaning; and when his dream had reached climax, he'd shouted out a name. The thing was Draco couldn't have cared less what Theo dreamt about. However, when a gay boy shouts out your name whilst mid climax, it proves worrisome. Theo had then awoken, and clambered out of bed, rushing to the bathroom, and turned on the shower; muttering quiet obscenities to whoever deigned to listen.

He hadn't looked over to Draco's bed, and so Draco had feigned sleep. Anything was better than to admit that he had suffered. He didn't have whom to complain to, as Blaise would have laughed in his face, claiming, that since it wasn't him that Theo was dreaming about; it wasn't his problem. Theo would probably have tried to make some sort of move on him, especially if he admitted to knowing exactly what Theo thought about. And Potter…Well, Potter had been interesting in the past week. They hadn't spoken as much as the first day, they said hello when they saw each other, and didn't try to find something to fight about. It was an interesting change; and Draco had to admit it felt nice not to pretend to hate the Boy-Who-Lived.

Nobody questioned him about it, but that was probably because although the both of them agreed to become 'friends' it hadn't happened in Hogwarts thus far. Draco wasn't avoiding him; no, it was just too strange; to have the feeling of friendship dangling, as if on a branch that's just too high to reach.

Now, while he nibbled on his pastry, he snuck a glance at the Gryffindor table. Green eyes staring back at him startled him out of his reverie. He shook his head to clear it, and lowered his eyes to his plate. When he glanced back towards the Gryffindor table once more, the beryl eyes no longer sought him out; and he felt a sense of loss; one that he couldn't place, nor understand.

"Draco." A very annoyed sounding Blaise murmured into his ear. "I've been calling you for the past two minutes."

Draco rolled his eyes and brought himself back to earth.

"Blaise?" he replied, his tone of voice normal, and inquiring.

"Ah, finally came back from dream world?" Blaise mocked slightly.

"I was not in dream world, Blaise." Draco responded tersely.

There was quiet for a moment, while the boys stared at each other contemplatively. Blaise with a smirk, and Draco a frown. Theo had no expression on his face; merely watched the proceedings with a calculative eye.

"Well? What is it that you were saying?" Draco asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Muggle Studies."

"The stupid 'special program?'" Draco muttered, going back to his toast, uninterested.

No answer was forthcoming, and Draco figured Blaise must have nodded. He didn't look up to double check.

"Honestly, I don't give a fuck."

A startled gasp had him finally had him looking up, albeit warily.

Theo was smirking, and with a quirk of his eyebrows, and a glow in his eyes, he mumbled, "The Slytherin Prince knows his language."

Draco blushed. Was Theo flirting with him? He hoped not. He didn't need boys flirting with him. He didn't need anyone flirting with him.

The three boys quieted once more, each mulling over their own thoughts. Whatever the special program entailed, nearly thirty students signed up for Muggle Studies, just for the heck of having the opportunity to be in whatever the school had to offer.

It irked Draco a great deal, why join a class if you don't particularly enjoy the subject? Then his thoughts roved back to third year, and him joining Muggle Studies. He had managed to keep it a secret for three full years, until at the end of sixth year; someone had sent his father an anonymous letter, snitching on him. He'd received a harsh beating for that, but he refused to back down, and he told his father as such. He wasn't dropping a subject, especially if it would train him for the world better, whether or not he would mingle into the Muggle areas.

Now, he was in his Eighth Year; and Muggle Studies had taught him a great deal. He would probably never use half of what he learnt, nor would he ever admit to anyone that he had actually enjoyed every class.

Speaking of which, as the bell rang, and the benches started scraping back, the first bell for the beginning of classes ringing out; Muggle Studies was his first class of the day, and he more than looked forward to sitting in the class, and hearing about everything and anything he didn't already know.

Blaise and Theo had both, thankfully decided not to join Muggle Studies, and so, he began to make his way to class, his thoughts once more drifting. Orion had taken to roaming the castle, which was surprising in his opinion, as he had thought kittens would stick with their owners sides until they turned at least a couple of months old. Orion was hardly five weeks old, and he still crashed into things because of his lack of vision. It would get better as he grew older, but now the world to his small kitten probably felt like a blurry vision of one who had misplaced their glasses. Not that that deterred his fiery ball of energy, au contraire, much to his consternation, many students already recognized Orion for his bright emerald eyes, and shining white fur. So far, the teachers said nothing of the fact that he had two pets, and for the sake of their sanity, he hoped it would stay that way. He would not be happy being told what to do. Especially if his mother were to find out. She was the matriarch; and if something did not satisfy her, he would be called home, just so she could submit him to a beating that he most likely did not deserve. He turned his thoughts away from his messed up family, and onto happier things. Like…

A second after his mind had formulated the thought of Harry Potter, a tap on his shoulder had him whirling around, his wand already in his hand, ready to take out any threat. Except it was Harry Potter who stared back at him, his own wand safely in his hand, and his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Draco's heart did not speed up because of Potter's presence in front of him. No, that he could rightfully blame on the fact that Potter had no tact, and thought it a good idea to scare the shit out of him, especially when the second Wizarding War was hardly months prior. What kind of idiot scares a person like that? Apparently Potter was on top of the list. If there even was a list, Potter probably owned the list, as he would be the only one stupid enough to attempt such a thing.

Without lowering his wand, he kept his silver eyes trained on Potter until the latter flushed, and lowered his wand, taking this opportunity to lower his eyes as well. With a sigh of relief Draco put his wand a way as well, and continued walking in the direction of Muggle Studies, Potter following hastily behind.

"Potter?" Draco mused quietly, not quite in the mood to raise his voice higher than a soft breeze of air. Potter though, was close enough to hear and merely grunted in response.

Draco could barely contain his eye roll at Potter's horrible mannerisms before he put himself together, and in a tight voice asked, "Is there a reason you're following me?" he expected shuffling, and perhaps a stutter in reply. What he was not expecting was Potter to burst into laughter, as if what Draco said was the funniest thing. Period.

Draco sighed, his irritation reaching its peak. "What, may I ask, is so funny?" he all but snarled.

Potter continued his chuckles for the next two corridors, and three staircases before he finally caught his breath and answered, "I'm in Muggle Studies with you."

This took Draco by surprise, he hadn't seen the other boy in their first class, the week prior, but perhaps he just hadn't looked enough?

"Oh, so you're one of those imbeciles who joined the class just because you wanted to join the 'special program?'" he inquired, his voice lacing back into the old malice he had used in the first six years of their schooling.

The grin that had lit up Potter's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes narrowed angrily. In a deadly quiet voice, he said, "No, I wrote to Professor McGonagall before school started, and asked if I could join the class, because although I grew up with Muggles, I was curious to know the way Wizards view Muggles. But that's not actually any of your business, now is it Malfoy?"

Draco immediately felt regretful for what he had just done. He had been playing around…sort of, anyway, and he had not thought Potter would take it so..strongly. His Malfoy pride, however prevented him from apologizing, and he cursed himself a hundred times over for it. Being Potter's friend was what his mother had been talking about. If he had ruined it from something as slight as a slip of the tongue…He shuddered, thinking of all the ways his mother would put her wrath on him, and worse so, if his father would be released, and then any punishment for ruining their status even further would probably land him in St. Mungos.

Unbeknownst to him, Potter had quickened his steps, leaving the Malfoy heir behind. Draco paled, and sped up, and although shouting was unheard of for a Malfoy, he wasn't about to lose Potter.

"Potter!" he nearly shouted. Potter couldn't have been that much farther ahead of him, and yet he ignored his calls. Draco clenched his fists at his sides, and took a breath for control. Yes, this was ultimately his fault. But did he have to beg? He would never beg Potter. Taking a breath, he made to call Potter's name again. But he had reached a corner, and then Potter was out of sight. Draco cursed, quickly formulating a plan in his mind, how he could get Potter to forgive him, without him actually begging.

Pleasantries were almost unnecessary, Draco found out, as he finally, five minutes later, stepped into the Muggle Studies classroom.

The entire classroom had already filled, and it was a bittersweet moment when he realized that the only seat left available was the one next to Potter. The latter seemed to have realized the same thing, and his glower was obvious on his face, as Draco slowly made his way to the seat, acting casual, in hope not to attract everyone's attention.

He had just sat down, when the door opened again, when their teacher, Professor Pagles. Draco snorted every time someone mentioned her name. No matter how much he enjoyed the class….the name was just not up to par for a professor. No one ever complained though, she was very sweet hearted, and almost never punished anyone.

She began her lecture, and Draco took the chance and nudged Potter in his ribs. Potter jumped, but did not turn. "Oi, Potter!" Draco hissed, nearly giving up. "Would you just hear me out for a minute?" There was a sense of urgency and desperation in his voice, and he almost hid it behind his usually masked emotions, when Potter finally turned to him.

"Yes?" he finally said. He sounded tired, and almost resigned.

Draco hesitated before he finally blurted, "I'm sorry! I honestly didn't mean to put you down, and insult you. It was just so natural to jibe at you…I lost myself, I was just making conversation….I'm sorry." He lowered his eyes, and turned his face away. He was completely humiliated now; he had, for the first time in his life, apologized, and meant it. It was so completely against his nature, but he wasn't going to take it back. He hadn't begged, he had merely shown his remorse. And for now, he hoped that it was enough.

He fumbled around with his parchment, not really paying attention, and was therefore startled when he felt warm fingers take hold of his chin, and turn them towards emerald green eyes. His eyes widened at how close they suddenly were, and his breath hitched. Potter didn't seem to notice.

He felt a tingle in his belly, and suddenly wondered if it was a hunger pang. Not that that would make any sense…he had just eaten. He jolted out of his thoughts when he heard Potter's soft voice calling out to him.

"I do appreciate that, Malfoy," he said, his eyes shining once more. "It definitely means a lot." His hands dropped then, and Draco wondered why, for the second time that day, a sense of loss flowed over him.

"Draco." Theo murmured, looking highly uncomfortable. They were sitting in the library, during study hour. Blaise was in detention for pushing a first year around. Draco did not reply, merely looked up from the Potions book he was reviewing, and stared at Theo questioningly.

"I-I…"

Draco suppressed a groan, wondering what could make Theo so uncomfortable. When Theo shifted in his seat and flushed scarlet, Draco felt his heart plummet and could barely keep the words "Fuck, no!" from escaping past his lips. With bated breath, he waited to see if he was indeed correct.

It took two more tries, and by then, Draco was at the end of his patience. Finally, Theo plucked up the courage and in a quiet voice, murmured. "I'm at wits end, Draco."

"Theo?" Draco stated, trying to keep his calm.

"You know I'm gay, right?"

Draco nodded.

"Well, I just…I'm always so horny…" he trailed off, his blush turning into a tomato red. But Draco was too busy gaping at the bluntness of how Theo was explaining the situation. Horny? Seriously?

"And how exactly can I help?" Draco asked, hoping beyond hope that Theo did not have experimenting in mind. And then, he suddenly realized, it wouldn't be experimenting so much as releasing sexual frustration.

"Ah…Well…"

"You want me to be your gay dummy?" Draco said stiffly.

Theo's eyes widened, as if Draco had insulted him.

"No! That isn't what I mean at all…well, not really anyway."

"Do you plan on using my services, to help with your…uh…situation?" Draco questioned, raising his eyebrows to a shifting and restless Theo.

"Ummm…"

"Yes, or no." Draco's voice hardened, and had anyone else overheard, they would have seen why Draco was the Prince of Slytherin.

"Yes," Theo finally muttered, his voice somewhat dejected. "I just wasn't planning on forcing you, I would have made it enjoyable."

Draco raised his eyebrows again, and wondered if Theo had any experience in kissing boys, let alone...doing anything else.

"And how could you ascertain to make it enjoyable for me, if you have no experience whatsoever in being with another boy."

Theo bristled, but answered with his head held high. "Being gay doesn't make me unable to pleasure my partner." His voice was determined, and slightly husky.

A shiver ran down Draco's spine, but he kept his face expressionless.

"What's in it for me?" he finally asked.

"The pleasure?" Theo replied, his answer a question.

"Not enough," Draco mused, stubbornly. He was a Slytherin, and he'd get as much as he could out of this.

Theo hissed in frustration. They were both standing, though Draco could not remember when this had occurred.

What did fascinate him though was the obvious arousal Theo had in his fitted trousers. He looked away, and instead glanced at Theo's face, waiting for a response.

"Well?" Draco said, "I haven't got all day, I have duties to fulfill, and even if we are good friends, I don't have all day to wait on you for an answer.

"I'll pay you?"

"I don't need money." Draco countered, and the idea of paying for pleasure, just didn't sit tight with him, but it did make him realize how desperate Theo was for sexual release.

"How about," Draco began thoughtfully, an evil glint in his eye, "You act like my…helper."

Theo gulped visibly, and although his face had returned to its general pallor, it immediately flushed again as images of what Draco had in mind came forth into his conscious.

"Not like that." Draco ground out, through gritted teeth. "I meant more like you carrying my books around, and maybe, if I deem it necessary, cut my food, and go to the kitchen for me when I'm hungry." Draco could barely suppress himself from laughing, for surely, Theo would never deign to do that right?

"For every sexual release you give me, I'll give you one week of service as you've requested," he said at length.

Draco gawked at the boy before him, and then closed his mouth, lest a bug fly in. It wasn't proper as it was, fly or not.

"Are you bonkers?" Draco asked, unable to keep the astonishment out of his voice.

"No, now are you coming or not?"

"Not if I can't help it," Draco mumbled quietly to himself, not loud enough for Theo to hear, but followed the other boy nonetheless, hey, he'd get someone to do the more cumbersome tasks, that he had no patience for. Perhaps this would work.

If someone would have told Draco Malfoy, that in any point of his life, he would find himself in a dark corner of the Hogwarts Library, about to snog and do things with another boy, he would have hexed them, and then laughed his head off; and yet, here he was, about to do just that. Benefits aside.

Theo, he could tell, was more than eager for them to begin this 'experience' no matter how much of his pride it cost him. His robe was already tossed carelessly aside, and his breath coming out in small gasps, almost as if he was already in passion.

Sighing inaudibly, Draco removed his robe, and moved closer to Theo. He would obviously be leading, to start anyway, he didn't know how Theo worked, or how he was with his lovers. Not that Draco was his lover. And then, Draco swore never to become his lover. Experimenting, and fun was one thing, but to go into a complicated relationship was another.

Draco had kissed many girls before, and he figured kissing a boy was no different, but it was so strange and foreign to him, he could barely suppress a shudder as his lips lowered to Theo's.

Theo's lips were warm, and welcoming, and Draco felt surprise, as his revulsion slowly passed, as Theo eagerly kissed him back, and slowly deepened it, by tilting their heads, and then sliding his tongue against Draco's closed lips, seeking entrance.

Automatically, Draco parted his lips, and Theo immediately latched onto his tongue, giving Draco sensations he had never felt before. A moan was sounded, and Draco couldn't tell if it was his or Theo's, and that worried him, it was his job to get the other man to climax, yes, he was allowed to enjoy himself, but he shouldn't forget himself in the process.

Suddenly, he felt hands on his bum, and realized Theo was taking it a step further, he cursed himself again, it felt good, and he didn't want to stop the other man's advances. He forced his hands to move, and wrapped them around Theo's waist, causing another moan from one of the participants, and with a flush, Draco realized it was him. He was enjoying this a little too much.

Hands roamed over the two bodies, learning the other. When the two males began rutting against each other, a passerby would be able to deduce correctly, that neither of the two realized how far they had gone, in the throes of their passion.

And then, Theo was screaming, and like his dream from the night prior, he yelled out Draco's name. Unlike the night prior, it wasn't muffled, like it was now, as Draco successfully covered Theo's mouth, with an angry flush.

"We didn't put a silencing charm, you nut! Anyone could have heard you, dammit." Theo, still in ecstasy, shrugged his shoulders, and sagge, d against the bookshelves.

What Draco didn't realize was, that no matter how sharp he usually appeared, his defenses were down, and had he been more focused, he would have seen a dark haired boy, with emerald eyes sprint away from the library, a conflicted expression on his face.

Classes continued as usual, and Draco had fixed his appearance with a simple flick of his wand, his mind, however, did not get such an easy fix. His brain kept replaying what had happened with Theo, it had been an interesting experience, and although he had not climaxed, he didn't care, he had come out of the finishing kiss hard and throbbing.

On any other make out session, he would have gone to the bathroom for a quick wank, but since it was with a boy that made him have such a reaction, he couldn't deign to go the extra mile to pleasure himself further.

Potions, as the class that he found himself in now, was almost empty. His Godfather had not yet arrived, and would not, until the entire class was there, ready for the lesson.

Students slowly filed in, Blaise, who had finished his detention, (why he had gotten it during a study period was beyond him,) had come to sit next to him on the bench. Theo came in shortly after, and Draco was thankful that each table only had room for two people. Theo had glanced his way first, and scowled when he saw Blaise sitting next to him, their deal would start tomorrow, and so, Draco hadn't bothered waiting for the other boy, as he made his way to Potions.

When Potter entered, Draco raised his arm slightly in welcome, but the gesture wasn't returned. A mere nod of the head was all he got, and he wondered why. He didn't bother dwelling on it though, as Potter was just melodramatic.

Once his Godfather entered, and class resumed, all thoughts of Potter flew from his mind, as he took notes diligently, and exchanged some words with Blaise, while Professor Snape wrote potion instructions on the board.

When the time came for the class to get the ingredients, Blaise offered, and Draco just shook his head in acquiescence. He continued scribbling notes in the corners of his text book, so he might remember them when the time for exams came.

A familiar whiff passed him, and he looked up, to see Potter walking towards the supply cabinets to get the ingredients. His partner was the Mudblood, and he wondered why she was sitting at the table, she was more knowledgeable in the subject, and would therefore do a better job picking out the right ingredients, or at least the better looking ones.

Blaise returned with the proper ingredients, and Draco complimented him as such. They worked quietly together, murmuring random things when the time called for it. They were the first ones to finish, and when Draco stood up to give his Godfather the ready potion, the latter's lips twitched in a small smile, and Draco felt gratified. His Godfather appreciated his efforts after all.

There was nary an explosion in the classroom, throughout the lesson, and whilst Draco and Blaise sat in their seats waiting for dismissal, Draco wondered how that was possible. Everyone doing a good job was incredibly rare.

He shrugged his shoulders. The only thing that mattered was his marks, and that he'd get at least E's in all of his subjects.

The bell rang, to signal the end of lessons for the day, and Draco got up gratefully, anticipating a shower so he could wash himself off, and perhaps give himself a complimentary wank. He chuckled at the thought. His mother would definitely faint dead if she ever used legilimency on him, and saw what kind of naughty thoughts he had sometimes. He was 18 already, why his mother felt like she could dole out punishments at his age was beyond him, but now, he was safe at Hogwarts, he had his friends, and if he looked hard enough, his enemies. Life was good, and he wasn't going to ruin it by having someone snitch on him for doing something stupid. He'd stay at this school, if it was the last thing he did. No mother of his was going to drag him home because of choices that he was old enough to make. No, he would never give her the pleasure of beating him, ever again.

He was at the Entrance Hall, when a voice filtered through the chatter of the students all around him. Turning, he saw that it was Potter who had claimed his attention. This was starting to become a ritual, whenever he was left alone, he always managed to bump into Harry Potter.

He stilled his steps, and waited for Potter to approach him. He was being seeked out, he did not need to move forward.

"Malfoy," Potter started. Draco just nodded his head, waiting for the onslaught of whatever Potter had up his sleeve this time. He was a very patient man…usually, anyway.

Potter, obviously seeing he'd get no reaction from the Malfoy heir, continued his speech, nonplussed.

"Were you in the library today?" he asked, finally, his face expressionless.

Draco, was unprepared for this question, had Potter seen them, and was perhaps wondering if it was indeed him that had been making out with Theo Nott? If he said no, and Potter knew otherwise, what would that to on his reputation. He mulled the choices over in his head, and finally decided with the truth, partial, anyway.

"Yes, I was there, I was doing some work, why do you ask, Potter? If you need help with studying, shouldn't you ask the mu- Granger?" he fixed himself at the last second. Potter was forgiving last time, but for how long would it last?

Obviously, this time Potter was not in a forgiving mood, for he hissed, "If you call her anything but Granger, or Hermione again…I will curse your bolloks off."

Draco didn't even flinch, so the man was sensitive, whatever. He shrugged, as way of answer, and waited for further questions. When none came, and his patience wore thin, he asked as calmly as he could, "Is that all Potter? I have some essays to complete, and I'd rather not be left behind."

Potter nodded, and moved to walk around him. He was a distance away, before Draco heard something that he was certain he was not supposed to hear, but a gust of wind from some eager first years blew the unwarranted message across to him. "I'm sure you've got things to do, Malfoy, like sucking Nott's cock."

As Draco heard that, he paled, and took a step backward. Potter had seen them, Potter knew. Oh, this was definitely not good.

Draco passed Blaise in the Common Room whilst he sprinted past, he waved to him, and called "Early bedtime for me, tonight." over his shoulder. He would probably not get any sleep that night, but he could not think clearly as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. He had to talk to Theo NOW!

Thankfully, Theo was sitting in his bed, his upper body propped up against his numerous pillows. Draco already had his wand out, and was pointing it breathlessly at Theo.

It was with great grace, that Theo did not flinch, but met Draco's gaze head on.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, once Draco's trembling frame did not manage to come up with a reason for having a wand pointing in his face.

Draco mustered his courage, and finally put his wand down, and took a deep breath. He needn't threaten; just get his point across.

"No one is to know about our arrangement, do you understand?" he asked, a bit harshly.

Theo nodded his head once.

"And the next time, you want this arrangement to come to fruition, it will be in a secret area, and warded, privacy spells, silencing spells, and the like."

"Someone knows, don't they?" Theo rightfully guessed.

"Yes," Draco ground out, "Somebody knows."

Nothing more needed to be said between the two, though being gay was not shunned in the Wizarding world, it still wasn't overly polite to flaunt your preferences in other people's faces.

Theo drew the curtains then, and Draco did the same, carelessly flicking his wand towards himself, and his favorite pair of silk pajama bottoms now donned his person. He remained shirtless as always, and just for the sake of privacy, he muttered spells to keep the sound in, and any other interference out. Once he was comfortable, he took out his priceless journal, and began to write the events of the day.

September Tenth,

Well, today certainly was interesting to say the least. Classes were same as usual, but the difference from today, and yesterday, was today I have kissed my first boy. It wasn't as if I wanted to do it, of course, but Theo is my friend, and he was desperate, I got a good deal out of it regardless, and knowing how desperate Theo is, it will last a while before he finally gives into his pride, and breaks our arrangement. The only downside to this, is apparently, Potter, the nosy git that he is, noticed our 'tumble in the library' so to speak. I have no idea how much he saw, and I certainly hope it wasn't a great deal, but even so, if his words ring true, he's seen enough, and now has ample blackmail material on me. I certainly hope he's too much of a Gryffindor to use his information, but I don't know his all that well, and can't tell you honestly how he will react.

We had Muggle Studies today, and the Professor stated that we would find out what the special program is the first day of October. So at least, that is something to look forward too. It's probably something extremely muggle, which surprises me only to the reason that so many people entered the class just for this, and they have no idea what they are getting into.

I don't mind, of course, anything that happens in that class is exciting, and that is something I would never admit to anyone. It is only important that I myself know this. Besides, this is blood locked. No one but me can read it, unless they are stupid enough to take my blood and use it to open that damn book.

Orion is now snuggling next to me, and that is another guilty pleasure that I will not allow for others to know. I feel safe with him here, and even though those blasted green eyes remind me of Potter, it's a comfort and I would not give him up for the world. I already love the little creature, and I wonder if Orion knows this. He purrs a lot when I rub his neck softly, and purrs even harder when I wrap my arms around his small body and whisper sweet nothings to him. I know Orion probably has no idea what I am saying, but I don't give a fuck, That kitten is mine, and it will remain that way for all eternity.

Sleep is starting to make my eyes fuzzy, and though I do not need a quill to write what I please, I can't concentrate, and would rather not have ramblings, or nonsense written in these pages, so it is with that, that I bid you adieu, and I will think my words again, when I next have a chance. Good night.

Draco felt a little better after that, and his mind swiftly took him away, and he fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, knowing that tomorrow will come, and tomorrow is when he'll deal with everything that had fallen into his filling plate.

A/N a very un-epic ending to a chapter, I must say, but I've decided, that since you reviewers do take the time to review, I will give back in a different way, for this chapter, the 25th, and 50th reviewer will get a one shot, written for them. It will be from the Harry Potter universe, and can be Alternate Universe if the reviewer so wishes. The couple will be a slash couple of their choice, and if I am able to follow a prompt that is give to me for this one shot, I will.

So, I hope that gives you guys a good reason to review, and hopefully, I will have the next chapter up within the next week.

For those of you who read my other Slash Story, MITTC, I will be hopefully writing that chapter tomorrow.

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