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Chapter Seventy-six

Broom Bunnies

"Why wear it if it burns you? Why not take it off?" the Hufflepuff asked as he stared at his witch.

Taylor swallowed as she chewed on her lip. How could she explain it? "I've had that necklace since I was a little girl," She saw him nod. She had already told him this, "It's always been there, when my uncle died, when Harry got hurt… when I've been scared… when I was in the dark… when I've been all alone…"

Struggling to make him understand she continued, "It's always been a comfort to me, that might sound silly but it has." She paused and Greg watched her, not even hinting at a smile to indicate he thought it was silly, only waiting for her to go on. "When I first used Dark Magic, last summer… I was really scared. At first I didn't even realize I had used it. I only wanted to stop some guys from taking Hermione away. Moody was the one who told me I'd used Dark Magic. Well then of course I ran away with Harry to go looking for Horcruxes. The second time I used Dark Magic… it was a terrible spell. Harry had just been attacked by… a Death Eater. I was terrified. I didn't even think, the spell just… came out. It was a binding spell, a terrible binding spell. But Harry was hurt, there was so much blood…" Taylor shivered even now as the memory of that afternoon filled up her mind. "I brought Harry to Hogwarts, he almost didn't… Well Moody took me up to McGonagall. You can just about imagine what happened next. Needless to say I got detention-with Moody. He had to take me to release the binding spell on the Death Eater."

"Why? Why not just leave it on. It was a Death Eater." Greg asked and felt the witch tremble in his arms as she shook her head slowly.

"They couldn't, I couldn't. It would have killed him. As it was I just barely managed to reverse it in time. It took me a couple of tries. That was when I learned how I can use Dark Magic, well not exactly, how it is that I can actually perform it. No one knows that. It's just some sort of twisted gift I guess. But why, or a better way to explain it is, how I need to feel to use it." She could see his confused expression. "I need to feel like I am protecting someone in order to use it Greg. It's become a lot easier to do that over the past nine months, but still in order to… summon the Dark Magic. I have to feel I am protecting someone."

The Hufflepuff stared at her dumbstruck. He had never heard of anything like it. And yet it made perfect sense to him. Why he trusted her despite the fact that she could use Dark Magic. Because she never used it to attack, only to defend.

"But why leave the necklace on?"

"It's like a warning. When I feel it getting hot I know I'm about to use Dark Magic. It's helped me stop a couple of times when I knew I shouldn't… and when I do need it…" She shrugged not sure if she could explain it.

"My necklace… it doesn't burn too does it?" the Hufflepuff asked as he looked down at her neck again.

"No…" again she shrugged her shoulders unsure how to explain it.

"Witch you are truly a mystery," Greg breathed before he caught her lips with his for a gentle kiss.

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione's voice broke in on said wizard as he glared at the Marauders Map. He had been worried when his sister didn't come for supper. Only Ginny's insistence that she was fine had distracted him for a while. Then when Ron came back from his patrol and said Hunter hadn't shown up for patrol duty… he'd gone to look to see if the two were together, and found both dots together.

"Mischief Managed!" Hermione snapped as she touched her wand to the Map.

"What the hell did you do that for!" Harry yelled coming to his feet to glare at the shorter witch.

"Because Taylor does not need you snooping into her love life constantly!" Hermione snapped back, unfazed by the wizard's outburst.

Harry nearly choked, "Her love… Bloody Hell! She had better not have a love life! I'll kill that Hufflepuff if he takes advantage of my…ouch!" only Ron's swift kick in the shin stopped Harry from saying the wrong thing.

Hermione only rolled her eyes. "Really Harry. Taylor is a young woman now. She'll officially be of age in just a couple of months. She is perfectly capable of having a love life if she so wishes!"

"Not Bloody well likely! As you pointed out she is still underage! She is my… ouch!" Ron kicked Harry again, harder this time.

"Ron, stop kicking Harry! Besides if she is your friend, then start acting like one and not some jealous boyfriend or something! Greg is a good guy. He won't hurt Taylor. He really does love her. Besides if you go bursting in on her right now she's liable to follow through with her threat earlier and hex your unmentionables off. And I'll help her!"

"Who's hexing my boyfriend's unmentionables?" Ginny asked walking in through the door to the seventh year boy's dorm room.

"I caught Harry spying on Taylor and Greg again." Hermione told the red-haired witch and watched with satisfaction as the redhead pinned her boyfriend with an angry look.

"What did I tell you Harry? Did I not say that Taylor would be just fine and to give her some space?"

Harry squirmed under the glare from his witch before he looked away with a sigh.

"If Taylor isn't back by curfew I'll go looking for her," Hermione informed both wizards.

"And I'll go help. If the Hufflepuff is behaving in an ungentlemanly way then I'll hex his unmentionables off as well as a few other things!" Ginny said in a warning tone that made both wizards flinch and unconsciously cover said area.

Taylor stretched sleepily before reaching over and picking her glasses up off her nightstand. The sunlight pouring in through her dorm window told her that it was well past sunrise. This was one of the rare mornings that she actually slept in and it felt good.

With a smile she let her mind wander back over the night before…

"Morning Taylor!" Ginny chimed as she plopped down on her friend's bed still wearing her pajamas.

"Morning Ginny, what are you doing here?" Taylor asked as she stretched again, though too content to get up just yet.

"Well Lav-Lav," the sickening nickname Ron had used for Lavender when he had been dating her in sixth year, "came into my room to play make over, so I came up here."

"What time is it anyway?" Taylor asked as she glanced around.

"Nearly ten o'clock," Hermione said as she came in through the door carrying a basket. She had her school robes on but when she paused at her bed to take them off Taylor could see her friend was still in her pajamas too. "I thought we needed some girl talk time so I shooed Lavender out and got us something to eat. I'm starved, what about you?"

Taylor couldn't help but snort at Hermione's bossy tone and decided it was probably Ginny's idea to call this girl talk time. She eyed her two friends for a moment before saying. "I'm starved too actually." Sitting up in her bed she laughed when Hermione plunked down on her bed and opening the basket passed out some toast to the other two witches.

They ate talking about quidditch and an essay the two seventh years had due tomorrow and a few other easy topics. It wasn't until the last of the food in the basket was gone and Hermione floated it over onto her bed that the conversation turned more serious.

"How are you doing Taylor?" Hermione asked, concerned.

Taylor glanced away from her friends to the window where there was blue sky and sunshine. "I'm going to be alright."

Hermione put her hand on her friend's and gave it a comforting squeeze. All three witches were quiet for a short while before…

"So what did you and Greg do last night?" Ginny asked watching her friend closely.

Taylor was suddenly glad that she wasn't still eating. She'd have probably choked on her breakfast. Turning bright red she stammered, "Ah… well we ah… talked some."

"Talked? Huh, I didn't know talking caused your shirt to be buttoned up wrong." Ginny said in a knowing tone.

Taylor's faced heated up again as she looked down, "Well… we did some talking."

"So other than talking, what happened? Come on Taylor, spill." Ginny prodded with a wicked grin.

"Well, we… or I… he has a really nice chest?" Taylor said, as her cheeks flamed red.

"You seen Hunter's bare chest!" Hermione squeaked as her eyes went round and her hand covered her mouth.

"Did he see yours?" Ginny asked mischievously.

"Well… you saw my shirt…" Taylor trailed off.

"How much more of Greg did you see?" Hermione whispered from behind her hand somewhere between mortified and thunderstruck.

"What? No! I didn't see that! I mean I wanted to but he… well we stopped… With our shirts… off." Taylor stammered unable to keep her mouth from telling her friends about last night.

"I guess it's a good thing we did stop Harry and Ron from going and looking for you. They'd have probably killed the Hufflepuff then and there." Ginny said it in such an off-hand way that it took Taylor a moment to digest what the other witch had said.

"Why would Harry and Ron come looking for me…? Harry saw me on the Marauders Map didn't he?" Taylor demanded as anger chased away her embarrassment.

"By the sounds of things he needs to keep a closer eye on you. You weren't seriously thinking of sleeping with Hunter were you?" Ginny asked eyeing her friend shrewdly.

Taylor's mouth quirked into a wicked grin. "Oh I've already slept with the Hufflepuff," Hermione's jaw dropped open in disbelief, as Ginny gasped. "but I wasn't thinking anything about sleep last night, though I thought I wanted to go all the way… Greg didn't."

Ginny nodded her head wisely as she smiled. "Hunter is a good guy. Most guys won't stop, you know. Not once they get it in their heads that they want to go all the way."

"Ron keeps preaching stuff like that, but…" Taylor began but the other red-haired witch cut her off.

"Ron is right. Man, how often do I get to say that?" Ginny said amazed and then continued, "Believe me! I've gone out with some guys that have more arms than the giant squid! And most were lousy at snogging to boot."

Taylor stared at the other witch for a moment before asking, "So why'd you go out with them?"

Ginny shrugged and said with a sly grin, "I got tired of waiting for the right guy to notice me."

Taylor grinned back, "I wouldn't let Harry hear you say what guys tried to pressure you. He'd knock their block off!"

"Don't rush into this Taylor. You have all kinds of time for stuff like that to happen. Once you do it, it's too late." Hermione advised.

"Yes Mom!" Taylor said as she rolled her eyes but then smiled at her bushy haired friend. "Besides that's basically what Greg said."

"He's a wise wizard. So how is he at snogging?" Ginny asked mischievously. "Maybe we could switch sometime and compare notes!"

Taylor pulled a face and shook her whole body, "No thanks!"

Hermione laughed and prodded playfully, "Oh come on Taylor!"

Cringing and shaking her head to dispel the image, she managed to say. "Only if I can watch you, Ginny while you snog Ron!"

"Eww! Now that is disgusting!" Ginny cried pulling a disgusted face.

"Hey! Ron happens to be my boyfriend! And he is a rather good snogger!" Hermione called indignantly.

The three witches continued to talk about boys, laughing and teasing one another until they nearly missed lunch.

After that things settled down, and life went on.

Taylor found that if she worked hard in class, and stayed with her friends and the Head Boy, then other than being maybe quieter than normal, she was okay. It was those times when they were all busy with quidditch practice or patrol duty that the loneliness would settle in again. She now had no place to go when she finished school, not that she would have gone back to Mrs. Briggs anyway. With Voldemort looking for her, it wouldn't have been safe. Still, to have no place to call home hurt. She also thought about the elderly, kind witch and felt a deep sadness at the thought of never seeing her smiling face again.

Her first research session that Monday night had been extremely tense. Though Shacklebolt had done his best to put the witch at ease, Taylor had felt like she was walking on eggshells around her professor. Moody had thankfully been absent. Her distraction though had resulted in her brother repeatedly beating her in their duels and she was covered in bruises to prove it.

Though after that first one, she did relax some and by Friday was once again back to looking forward to their sessions, even enjoying going up against Shacklebolt who was taking the place of Moody as a dueling partner.

The whole school was buzzing about the big quidditch match on Saturday, and each team had practice at least four times that week.

Animosity between Harry, Ron and the Hufflepuff reached an all time high Tuesday evening as Taylor and the Hufflepuff were about to go into the Great Hall. Her brother and Ron were walking just in front of her when one of the Hufflepuff's friends soaked the two Gryffindor wizards. Of course as Head Boy, Greg did get after the Hufflepuff but one thing led to another, and accusations were flung… The outcome was that the Head Boy sat at the Hufflepuff table for his meals and didn't come up to Gryffindor Tower for the rest of the week.

Taylor tried going to the Hufflepuff study room but a couple of Hufflepuff sixth years opened their mouths and Greg nearly put his fist in them. So she decided to leave. The Head Boy followed and they spent what little time they had in the evenings in an empty classroom working on schoolwork, talking or doing a little snogging. They never once talked about quidditch or the upcoming match.

Saturday morning dawned overcast with a light mist falling.

Taylor rolled out of bed and headed for the showers, a little later than normal due to the heavy cloud cover that made the morning light take longer to brighten and wake her up. After a hot shower, she dressed as Hermione and Lavender got up and headed for the showers also. Taking longer then normal to dress, Taylor was trying to decide which sweater she should wear when Ginny tore into her room.

"Have you seen my shin guard? I'm missing one!"

Taylor looked up and noticed the normally cool, calm witch was extremely agitated as she began looking under beds and behind trunks.

"No, sorry. Did you look everywhere in your room?" Taylor asked as she quickly looked around her room.

"Yes! I can't find it! Harry wants everyone in the Great Hall for breakfast in fifteen minutes!"

"Ginny, calm down. I'll help you. Now I'd say it's not in here. Let's go check your room again," following the other witch Taylor went down the stairs and into the sixth year dorm and started looking. After a few minutes an idea came to her. "Accio Shin Guard!" From under a pile of clothes over in the corner a shin guard flew into Taylor's hand, as well as the one that the agitated quidditch player had been holding.

"Oh Merlin! Thanks Taylor!" Ginny cried and continued mumbling as she hurriedly put them on and grabbed her quidditch robes and put them on as well.

"Ginny, you're going to do fine! You're the best chaser there is. Now go! I'll be down in a few minutes just as soon as I grab a sweater and an umbrella." Taylor watched as her friend grabbed her broom and hurried out of the dorm.

An excited thrill went through Taylor as she made her way back to her room. She loved to watch quidditch and today her brother was going to play for the House Cup! A quidditch captain, a spectacular seeker and possibly winning the cup! Just like their father.

The only damper to the excitement she was feeling, was the fact that her boyfriend was playing for the opposing team! She wished now that she had forced herself to bring up the match to let him know she would be rooting for him also. She had to. She just couldn't ignore the fact that the Head Boy had been so happy at the last match when she had shown that she was cheering for him.

It had been that dilemma that had, even with all the excitement for the upcoming match, made her feel apprehensive. So she had come up with an idea to hopefully appease her need to support her brother, as well as the rest of the Gryffindor team, and also show that she was cheering for the Head Boy.

Pulling on her dark navy sweater, Taylor grabbed the two scarves out of her trunk and carefully tied them.

"You are not wearing that to the match are you?" Lavender asked in a disdainful voice as she came back into the dorm room after her shower.

Taylor glanced down at her favorite faded blue jeans and the sweater that she thought went rather well with both the red and gold of the Gryffindor scarf, as well as the yellow and brown of the Hufflepuff scarf. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

Lavender rolled her eyes dramatically as she pulled on her tight designer jeans and a sleek form-fitting sweater that showed off her many curves. "Honestly Porter! I haven't the faintest idea how you ever ended up with a hottie like Hunter."

"Yeah cause I'm sure it had nothing to do with her great personality or caring nature!" Hermione said sarcastically as she came back into the room. "Honestly Lavender! Doesn't Hogwarts have enough wizards for you to drool all over, that you can't leave the taken ones alone?"

Taylor ducked her head and tried to keep from laughing at the look that came over Lavender's face. It was a well-known fact that the three of them didn't get along, all that well. Though Lavender usually reserved her snide remarks for Hermione, she had never forgiven Hermione for stealing Ron from her.

With a huff Lavender marched out of their room with her nose stuck in the air. She had no more than stepped out the door when Taylor and Hermione broke into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

When the two finally stopped, Hermione wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes as she asked, "You are going to wear both of those to the match are you?"

Taylor grinned as she met her friend's brown eyes, "I sure am! Now let's go or we'll miss the Gryffindor team in the Great Hall!"

Still laughing, Hermione quickly donned a nice pair of dark jeans and her favorite sweater, and the two set out for the Great Hall. They were just starting down the stairs on the fifth floor when Taylor broke the comfortable silence that had settled over the two witches.

"So how does it feel to be a broom bunny, Hermione?"

"A broom what?" the normally bushy haired witch asked. Today her hair was in a tight French braid with tendrils curling around her face, making the attractive witch even more so.

"A broom bunny. You know, a quidditch star's girlfriend." Taylor teased.

"I am not a broom bunny! I happened to like Ron long before he started to play quidditch." The other witch defended, sounding slightly put out.

Taylor laughed and waggled her eyebrows, "I know that! But you have to admit, the guys do look incredibly handsome in their uniforms!"

Hermione giggled as a blush crept up her face.

"Why Hermione! You've been checking out the guys! Oh just wait until I tell Ginny!"

Hermione gave an uncharacteristic squeak as Taylor laughed, the two joking the whole rest of the way to the Great Hall about who looked best in their uniforms.

Just before they entered the Great Hall, Taylor's grin slipped just a little as she had a bout of nerves. This had to be done right or she'd have more than the mickey taken out of her. Taking a deep breath she said, "I'll see you in the stands okay?"

Hermione looked over at her friend confused, before she saw the cocky grin plastered over her face. With a wink Taylor swaggered into the Great Hall and made a production of going to the Ravenclaw table and plunking down. Hoping her friend wasn't biting off more then she could chew, Hermione headed for the Gryffindor table and the deep red robes in the middle that signified the quidditch team.

Taylor chose to sit down in a hole between two Ravenclaw sixth year wizards who she only knew vaguely. She hadn't any more than sat down when the first remark came her way.

"Porter! What are you doing over there? You forget again what house you're in?" Seamus called loudly.

"Not bloody likely Finnigan! I just thought I'd get to know these two fine wizards, seeing as how all the good looking Gryffindors are going to be out on the pitch!" Taylor called back cheekily.

A whole slew of Ohs were heard as well as laughter.

"Porter you barmy witch! You need to get your glasses checked!" A sixth year Gryffindor called. He thought of himself as quite the ladies man.

"Yeah that might be so, but at least I won't need to go see Pomfrey to get a tetanus potion!" Taylor called back making a disgusted face.

A whole tirade of ribbing followed as most of the Gryffindors took it in turns to tease the Gryffindor witch sitting at the Ravenclaw table. Taylor always had a comeback ready, and laughed along, taking the ribbing in stride.

After a while the comments died as excited talk turned back to the big quidditch match. Taylor nibbled on a piece of toast, too excited and nervous to eat much. She wondered what she would be like if she actually played, if she was like this when she was just watching the game!

As inconspicuously as possible she watched her brother as he talked quietly with the people around him, mostly his teammates. She could see the tension in his face, as well as the fire that burned in his eyes, that only a quidditch match could bring out. Ron looked as green as usual before a game and Ginny's face was tight with nerves also.

After a few minutes she looked away only to find her eyes had wondered to the table behind her where the Hufflepuff team sat in their bright yellow robes. Her eyes found the dark hair of the tall Head Boy easily. He was turned slightly away from her talking to the Hufflepuff captain, allowing her to study him for a moment. She could see the tension in him too, but it was less pronounced, not that she doubted he was any less anxious, he just hid it better. It was his eyes, though, that gave him away the most. They were sharp and forbidding when he happened to glance in her direction. Though they did soften slightly at the sight of her watching him.

"Gryffindor team, let's go!" Harry's voice commanded strong and sure, as cheers erupted all along that table and many of the Ravenclaws also joined in.

Taylor watched quietly amongst the cheers as her brother, with his broom slung on his shoulder, led his team out of the Great Hall. A shot of excitement made her fingers twitch and her grin cover her whole face.

She waited until they were out the doors and then she jumped to her feet, ignoring the catcalls and Seamus' taunting voice asking her if she was going to kiss the whole team good luck.

As soon as she was in the Entrance Hall she broke into a run as the Gryffindor team filed out the castle doors.

"Harry! Wait!"

For a second she thought he wasn't going to stop, then he turned to look at her, his eyebrow quirking in question.

Taylor could see Ginny eyeing her as she raced up to them and stopped more out of breath than the short run should have incurred.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck!"

Taylor wanted to say more, had even practiced what she had wanted to say to her brother, but now as she met his green eyes her words and wit left her. For a long moment she stared up at him and she knew at any second he was going to turn and go. Panic set in and she did the first thing that came to mind. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, as a mix of pride and love surged through her. She released him just as quickly and standing on her tiptoes she whispered softly in his ear. "I love you big brother, good luck." She then kissed him on his cheek before saying louder, "Good luck Harry! Stay safe! And catch that snitch!"

Harry grinned down at his little sister. He had missed her at the table. She always sat near him before a game. He had thought she wasn't going to speak to him before he went to play. His heart was just a little lighter as he watched her hug Ron and wish him luck, as well as Ginny, before wishing the rest of the team good luck too. He caught her eye once more and saw that they were shining brightly to match the smile on her face. He knew he didn't need to say anything to her. She had shown him that she was there for him. Turning he started out again, the rest of his team falling in beside him.

Taylor stood and watched her brother lead his team across the grounds. The pride that she felt was rivaled only by her love. Excitement raced through her. Harry could have his name on the Cup, as captain. He was after all, the best seeker, ever! In her unbiased opinion of course. Just like their father's name was.

A sound behind her, made her turn to see the Hufflepuff team walking across the Entrance Hall towards her and the castle doors.

The Head Boy watched as the lone Gryffindor witch turned towards him and saw her smile, not so much falter but change from a fierce proud one, to a softer shyer one she seemed to reserve only for him.

He had worried at first that his witch wasn't even going to come to the Great Hall for breakfast, and he had begun to wonder if his decision not to talk about this game was a wise one. The main reason he hadn't brought it up was because there was so much tension in the whole school about it. He'd had to resort to taking his witch to a deserted room to study because the normally quiet easy going Hufflepuffs seemed to get it in their heads that all Gryffindors were to be considered opponents. He'd broken up more skirmishes this past week between the two houses than he could ever remember in all his other years at Hogwarts. It wasn't that he didn't want to beat Gryffindor, he did, and the idea of meeting Potter and Weasley on the quidditch pitch… he couldn't wait! It could be that he was dating a Gryffindor now and so he was just way more sensitive to the whole rivalry thing, but he didn't think so.

He saw the shy smile slip away as his witch began to chew nervously on her bottom lip, a habit she had that never failed to make him want to rescue the poor lip from her worrying teeth. When she had walked into the Great Hall and turned from the Gryffindor table he had thought she was going to come sit with him. He had to admire her spunk though for sitting at the Ravenclaw table and giving as good as she was getting from her fellow Gryffindors as they teased her. The sight of the two house scarves she was wearing was enough to make even a few Hufflepuffs raise their eye brows. He had just felt a surge of… a mixture of pride and contentment that his girlfriend was going to cheer him on, even if he was playing against her house.

Taylor chewed on her lip as a couple of the Hufflepuff team filed past her out the door. She was beginning to wonder if the Head Boy would even stop, his fierce expression had barely softened from when she had first turned to see him walking towards her.

When he did pause in front of her she blurted out, "Good luck, I hope you have a great game." Inside she groaned and started chewing on her lip again, wondering why her wit always seemed to flee when it came to talking to the two wizards that she cared about the most.

A bit of a smile quirked up one side of the Head Boy's mouth, "Thanks, but if you don't stop, you are going to chew that lip right off."

Taylor felt a blush creep up her face and looked at the floor, noticing his shin guards and boots showing between the edges of his yellow robes. A finger under her chin lifted her head up until her eyes met his intense blue ones.

"Thank you for wearing my scarf, witch."

Taylor felt a thrill go through her but it had nothing to do with the upcoming game, as the Head Boy's voice was deep and husky.

"Why wouldn't I? I plan on cheering you on all game."

The Head Boy gave her his cocky grin as Binns the captain called for him to get a move on.

Taylor threw her arms around him just like she had her brother and held him tight for just a moment before she let her arms fall and she stepped back to look up at him. "Good luck. Be safe. I love you. I'll see you after the game, okay?" Standing on her tiptoes she still had to pull him down just a little so she could kiss him on his cheek.

The intensity in his blue eyes increased as he stared at her for just a moment. "I'll see you later witch." His fingers caught his Hufflepuff scarf she was wearing and then he kissed her soundly on the lips before turning and walking out the castle door after his teammates.

A/N Wow... a lot happened in this chapter! Hope you didn't find it too rushed. I wanted to convey again how nieve Taylor really is and I think I have. Plus for any of you wondering what a broom bunny is... well I took the term from ice hockey where they are called ice bunnies... if you still don't know what the term means then don't worry it will be explained in a later chapter! lol! I know I kind of made it seem Taylor is over Mrs Briggs fairly quickly but unfortunitly I needed to get on to other stuff in the story... plus I think Taylor is a fairly private person and would keep her sadness inside rather then wear it on her sleeve everyday. Hopefully that doesn't seem too far fetched.

So we are gearing up for the last great quidditch game of the year! (as well as in this story, for those of you who love to read about quidditch games!) I think it is action packed but I will let you decide! ;) I know the next few chapters kind of steer away from Voldemort and the horcruxes but I wanted to show that these are still just kids in school and that they really do do school things. Something I really missed in the seventh book. Well hope you enjoy!

Thank you to all those who left a review! As well as let me know that they think this story is still okay rated T! Thank you all for reading! Thanks for the Alerts and Fav's as well as thank you to my beta barbc who has been diligently working to get these chapters back to me so I can keep posting them at this rate! Well until next time, cytpotter.