A throat full of swollen tonsils, a head full of mucus, and body temperature risen above 102°. Ask me how that feels?SUCKS. Big time.
Anyway. I got this on Google Docs; file is safe-kept. I'm bed-ridden, today, expect the next within three hours. (When I'm thoroughly bored with Conundrum, that is.)
seventeen
Hermione,
Shit's getting serious.
Molly Weasley visited me in the office, today, THREATENING me into telling her where you are. Potter saved me from her wand-point at almost the last moment. I owe him. FUCK.
Then, after she left (not before cursing the 'bitch' who 'is destroying my family, after she destroyed Ron's life'), I asked Potter where you ACTUALLY are but he said he didn't know.
The LIAR!
And, by the way, why didn't you EVER tell me you and Weasel had ended it badly? 'Peaceful separation because you didn't fit,' my ASS!
You come back and EXPLAIN!
Draco.
Things are about to get touching and angsty, in a bit. Well, as much 'touching and angsty' as this story is going to be. Which isn't much.
xo,
Aishwarya!