*falls off chair* wait - what? All those reviews? For this? Wow people, you really are amazing :D

I had to physically restrain myself from updating yesterday...if I update everyday, I'll run out of chapters :P

This one is a companion to the next one (secretive, huh?). I had already written this, but TheCat91 suggested a 'hate' chapter where it's "like on Grey's Anatomy when Meredith and Derek promised "to love eachother even when they hate eachother" ". Yay or nay, readers? I'm happy to do another one.

At the risk of the author's notes becoming longer than the chapter, I just wanted to thank Anon Reader for all of the prompts. I'm pleased to say I have an idea for 'wine', and the others are currently brewing up a storm in my already overactive imagination...thanks also to Guest for 'hero'.

For Harry, my own Castle (you know, Harry, you'd get that reference so much more if you actually watched the show)

I don't own anything you recognise :)


That smug, cocky, leering expression had instilled the beginnings of hate in her. Constantly acting like an immature, egotistical, self-centred jackass had spoiled the potentially fun-to-have-around personality that might possibly lurk in the famous writer.

But when he had picked her story apart with that cavalier smirk, all traces – whatever small – of respect had vanished.

He had no right.

No right to be poking at her constantly to get a little laugh.

She hated it.

She hated that someone who had met her for a matter of days could read her like a book.

She hated that he could reduce her to a weak, snivelling little girl in front of her colleagues.

But most of all, she hated that he had got it spot on.


I think I have quite successfully doubled the length of the chapter with the AN up there...

Reviews are love and Jaffa cakes!

See you soon

~wolfergirl :D