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Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim	By : KaliDiah Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 20461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the delay, folks. I have written ahead, and I've hit a few blocks, and so that's thrown me all off. Luckily, Aimee the Super-Beta has helped me a lot ... although all the Plot Bunnies she keeps throwing at me get kinda distracting (Aimee-chan, how the hell am I supposed to fit all those conspiracies in?). Hopefully, though, I should start chuggin' again, and will be able to get back in the groove.

On another note, due to the lack of fundage, I won't be able to get a site for a while. I would much rather have my own domain and stuff, so that will be put on hold. That doesn't mean I'm not building the site (I am, offline), it just won't be up for a little while. However, I am debating the merits of a Yahoo! group, for the time being. I'll look into it.

Also, if anyone would like to donate anything by way of fanart, I would be oh, so happy. Whether it's a character portrait, a depiction of a scene, or a would-be scene of your own making (so long as it jives with the characters and/or environment of this story), I would love it. I would love to see how you guys "see"� my story. So, if'n yer inclined, you can send any artwork to kalidiah@gmail.com. ^_^

Now that I got THAT outta the way ... :::kicks random Plot Bunny::: HEADS UP!!

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The next two days found the house full. Several plans had to be made and details worked out. Although Draco was not obligated to attend any of these conferences, he sat in on them anyway. He learned a lot just by listening, and enjoyed the fact that he would be on the inside track when school started. Occasionally, he would offer his own ideas and opinions, and he was surprised as they would all turn to listen carefully to him. It was clear they appreciated his viewpoint as a student.

At some time, to his utter astonishment, it was decided that Draco would not be a regular student in the Supplemental Studies Program. Instead, he would work as a teacher's aide. He had already begun his training in all of the fields they would be offering, and he was learning at a very quick pace. "It wouldn't be fair to hold him back while everyone else caught up," Giles had said. He reluctantly accepted the position, but quickly became more comfortable with it.

Two days after obtaining the files from Filch's office, Draco, Angel, and the other new teachers Flooed to Hogwarts to present their plan to Dumbledore. From what Draco could tell -- which he had to admit was little -- it seemed that the headmaster had not been prepared for such a complete and encompassing program. He was also surprised to see Giles, and was a bit apprehensive having people as young as Dawn and Andrew teach. It was then that Snape reminded Dumbledore of how Harry had trained students his own age Dark Arts defense. The old wizard conceded to that, as well as allowing Draco such a prestigious position.

"You do understand what this means, do you not, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked.

"Of course."

"You will hold not only a great deal of responsibility, but quite a bit of power as well. I strongly suggest you do not abuse it." Dumbledore's glance was a bit harder than usual, though Draco hadn't interacted personally with the headmaster much in his time at the school.

Draco had to reign in his anger. He was offended that he had even thought such a thing. "I assure you, sir, that I have learned from my father's mistakes," he answered coldly. "His follies will not be mine."

Draco could see uncertainty in the headmaster's eyes, and fought the urge to stand up and start ranting. He was, quite frankly, sick and damn tired of everyone assuming he was his father. Finally, Dumbledore's eyes lit again with that famous twinkle, and he nodded. "Of course, Mr. Malfoy. Now, the question is, where shall these classes be held? I would like to keep them all in the same area, and this program must be kept secret."

"I can help with that, sir," Snape offered. " I know of a few larger areas that are largely unused. I can show them, and we can decide from there."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very well. Perhaps you should do that now. However, Angelus, if I may have a private word with you."

Draco didn't need to be empathic to feel the ripple of unease move through the group. "Of course, Albus. You guys go ahead."

"Shouldn't you have a part in choosing the classrooms?" Faith asked.

He smiled at her. "I trust all of your judgment," he answered softly.

With that, the group turned and left. Once back in the main hallway, Snape turned to them. "Now, there are a few places that have unused classrooms, however are subject to quite a bit of traffic. I think those should be a last resort ..."

"Sixth floor, south wing," Spike interrupted. Everyone turned to where he stood toward the back of the group. He was obviously nervous. He had his arms wrapped tightly around himself, and he was bouncing on his toes. His eyes darted this way and that, and it seemed as if he was listening to something.

"Spike?" Giles asked gently.

"She says the sixth floor in the south wing, where Angel and I stayed when we first came here. She'll get it ready for us."

"She?" Snape asked.

"Spike, what are you talking about?" Giles asked again. Draco could hear the outright fear in the ex-Watcher's voice.

"The school," Spike whispered, though none too quietly. "Heard her the first time, but didn't understand. I get it now. I know what she's saying. She ... she likes us. Knows what we plan to do for the kids, and wants to help. No one goes on the sixth floor in the south wing anymore. There are stairwells on both ends, and nothing being used in between, so no one bothers."

Snape thought a moment. "Very true. We could seal off the entire floor, and no one would really be the wiser."

Draco had to admit, he found it a bit disconcerting to hear his uncle talk of the school speaking to him. He began to worry that, with Drusilla's death and the way she died, some of her madness had somehow crept to Spike. But then he remembered something. "Will, did you ... hear ... the school when you had the amulet on?"

Spike shook his head immediately, though his eyes still remained forward and unfocused. "It was quiet then." He then turned to Draco and his eyes cleared. "Has anyone been able to do this before?"

Draco honestly had no idea. Luckily, Snape answered for him. "There have been ... a few. All of them were very sensitive to magick, as you are. Unfortunately ..."

"They went crazy, didn't they?" Spike asked quietly.

Snape only nodded, his expression more solemn than usual.

"Spike, I did read about that," Giles offered. "From what I can tell, it was from no one believing them more than it was from Hogwarts it- ... I mean, herself."

Spike nodded and hugged himself even tighter. "Do you ... do you guys believe me?" He looked at each of them in turn, fear in his eyes.

"If the sixth floor is changed, then I will certainly believe you," Snape offered.

Spike just nodded. "Let's go then."

The group made their way up to the sixth floor as quickly as possible, which was quite difficult as Xander, Dawn, Andrew, and Faith were constantly stopping to gawk at something.

"This place is so freakin' cool!" Faith cried.

Finally, they made it, and what they found was astounding. Draco remembered how the sixth floor had been when Angel and Spike had first stayed at the school. The hallway had been bare and dusty and dark. Certainly nothing like this.

The hallway was on one side of the floor, with large windows that let light stream in, their thick violet drapes tied back with white chords. In each window were seats padded with thick violet and white cushions. Between the windows were elaborate candelabras on the wall. The floor had a deep violet rug that was springy and plush under their shoes.

All throughout the hallway were plush chairs and couches, all in violet and white, as well as several tables, desks, and bookcases. White banners with purple embroidery hung toward the tops of the walls, and large crystal chandeliers dropped from the ceiling. Midway down the Corridor on the outer side was a large fireplace, tall enough for even Angel to stand upright in. Before it were three couches, framing a low square table. Large potted ferns sprouted from nearly every corner available. All of it made the hall alive and inviting. A far cry from what it had once been.

Draco thought it looked more like a House common room than a hallway. "I believe you, Will," he breathed beside the vampire.

"Indeed," Snape added. He then turned toward what appeared to be the inner wall. There were six large French doors, three on each side of a another hallway. Their glass was engraved with roses on vines, and what seemed to be small diamonds sparkled like dew on the etched leaves and petals. "I am assuming these will be your classrooms?" he asked.

Spike nodded, and walked toward the side hall. It was short and decorated like the main corridor, and at the end was another door. To the right were stairs leading up, and to the left were stairs leading down. "These aren't blocked," Spike said softly, pointing to the stairs. "They're part of ... our section." He stopped to listen, then nodded. "Our rooms start on the next floor down in the tower," he concluded.

"That's a tower?" Snape asked. "I wasn't aware there was a tower there."

Spike shrugged. "Mebbe there wasn't. But, there is now. It's kinda set up like the dorms. One door leads into a common room, then there are interior stairs down to the next floor, leading to our separate rooms. Further down those stairs, though," he said, again motioning to the descending stairs, "are other spare rooms, for whatever we want." He paused for a moment, then turned to Xander. "Xan, she wants to know if you would like a workshop."

The young man's eyes widened. "Yes!" he cried without hesitation. "God, I have missed having my own workshop!"

Spike smiled and nodded. "It's done."

"What about the other stairs, going up?" Dawn asked.

"Another dorm, seems like. For some reason, she thinks we'll need it eventually. Further up is the roof."

"And the door?" Giles asked.

"Defense. She has it set up with mats and mirrors, and separate changing rooms for the girls and boys," Spike answered. "The other classrooms we can decide on our own."

As if to confirm Spike's sanity, Snape cautiously looked into the Defense room. There were five tiers with an aisle down the center. Two seats were placed on each side of the aisle for each tier. Sure enough, on the main floor of the classroom, there were practice mats. He closed the door and turned back to the assembled group. "Well, then, this should do nicely," he crooned.

Suddenly, they heard someone coming, and all turned to the stairs they had originally ascended. "That ... blithering ... uncompassionate ... paranoid ... ARGH!" Angel cried. He stopped short though when he caught sight of the hall. "Wow. How did this happen?"

Snape smirked. "Hogwarts is a magickal structure, designed to change and shift according to our needs."

"We need ... this?" Angel asked, indicating their plush surrounding with a sweep of his arm.

"She seems to think we do," Spike said, his voice wavering. Draco could tell the blonde vampire was worried what his Mate would think of him. "How did you find us, anyway?"

Angel allowed himself to smile a bit. "You're my Mate. I can find you anywhere." He then frowned and his brow furrowed. "Wait a minute ... She?"

"The castle. She ... talks to me." Spike looked at the floor.

Draco suddenly found it necessary to defend Spike. "It's true. I think. He said that she would get the sixth floor set up for us, and poof! See? And he said he couldn't hear her with the negation amulet on, and it has happened before with other people." His words spilled out over themselves, and he was sure he didn't really help Spike's case any.

Angel regarded Draco for a moment, then looked at Spike again. "This is true?"

Spike finally met Angel's eyes and nodded. "It was a buzzing in the back of my head at first. When I put the amulet on, it went away. Now, I think since I spent some time here, and what with ascending and all, I can hear her. She ... she doesn't speak in words," he said, taking a seat in the nearest stuffed chair. "More like ... pictures an' feelings. But, she is definitely communicating."

Angel regarded him for another silent moment. "Does Dumbledore know of this?"

Spike shook his head. "Reckon not."

"Does he have any control over the school?" The elder vampire looked to Snape now.

"As Headmaster, yes. Mostly, though, it's the protections. Any physical alterations that have been needed have just ... happened. From what I can tell, he has no true influence over that."

Angel nodded. "Spike, can you make it so that no one can come up here who doesn't belong here?"

"I can ask." After a moment's thought, he added, "She can do that. Make it so that no one outside the program can see or feel the entrances, unless we invite them." Spike was in a bit of a trance now, staring forward at nothing. He nodded. "She's doing it now."

"This will include keeping Dumbledore out?" Angel asked, a bit forcefully.

Everyone looked at him in confusion, but Spike nodded. "Severus is the only other ... wait, no. She said there is a new teacher, someone for Defense ... I'm seeing a ... werewolf?"

"Describe him," Snape demanded.

Spike closed his eyes. " 'Bout your height, light brown hair, bit grey at the temples. Amber eyes. Kinda tattered clothes."

"Lupin," Snape concluded. "I was not aware that he would be rejoining us." The Potions Master crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. "One would think I should know such a thing. Especially if I need to brew that blasted potion."

"Why would he need to come up here?"� Draco asked. He had to admit, having the werewolf as a professor again worried him. He also had to admit that Lupin had been one of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers he had ever had.

"It would make sense to combine both magickal and physical defense in one class," Giles offered.

Angel nodded. "Good idea. So, only us and our specific students are allowed up here. Not even Filch."

"Not even the cat," Spike said with a slight grin as he opened his eyes again.

"Good," Angel said.

"Angel, would this have anything to do with what the headmaster spoke to you about privately?" Giles ventured.

Angel growled, causing Andrew to step back. "Oh, he was just fine with Draco coming to L.A. with us when we first asked. Thought it would be good for him. Now ... now he's saying we can't trust him, and should reconsider allowing him to be a part of this program. He wants him to come back to the school and stay here for the rest of the summer."

Draco's eyes widened and his heart nearly stopped. "What?!" he cried, and flinched at how whiny it sounded.

"Don't worry," Angel reassured him quickly. "I told him that it was not acceptable. And, even though you're less than alive, Will, you do have a claim on him in staid of his parents." He sighed and flopped down into a chair himself. He rubbed his face in exasperation. "I just ... I can't describe what I was feeling from him. He was almost ... I can't believe I'm about to say this, but, after looking at those files, and what he said about Draco ... I don't think he can be trusted."

"Are you saying Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of our time, has gone evil?" Snape asked, his voice even.

"No," Angel was quick to answer. "But, I think he's become too ... He is convinced he knows what's best and what's right, regardless of anyone else. He is clearly on a mission, and he doesn't seem to care who gets hurt anymore. Just so long as Voldemort is destroyed. He doesn't care who he has to sacrifice."

"Even his Golden Boy?" Draco spat. He was not happy about this turn of events. He had been hoping he could turn to the headmaster for help and protection when his parents inevitably came looking for him. Now that was gone. He knew that Angel and Spike would do everything in their power to guard him, but would that be enough?

Angel looked up at him wearily. "Draco, he knew about the abuse that boy's family was putting him through, and he did nothing to stop it. Even now he sends him back there, knowing damn well he'd be safer here, just as you were. He called Harry's friends 'expendable'. At this point, Dumbledore doesn't care if Harry does die, just so long as he takes Voldemort with him. To Albus, Harry Potter is nothing more than a weapon, surely to be 'dismantled' once he's accomplished his task."

Draco was stunned, and, he had to admit, afraid. He knew Dumbledore had a tight grip on the reigns of the school, and a good deal outside of it as well. But he had no idea that he could be so ... ruthless. From what his father had always said, Draco had thought the headmaster was just eccentric, if a bit overbearing. Apparently, there was much more to Albus Dumbledore hidden behind that twinkle.

Draco was then suddenly hit by another shocking thought: Harry Potter was abused by his relatives? True, he knew they were Muggles, but Draco had always thought that Saint Potter had always been treated like a king. He never dreamed that Harry would be mistreated. This set him to thinking things about Harry he'd never thought he'd think.

"I knew this would happen," Snape said quietly. "I had seen it coming, but I'd hoped I was wrong. I guess it really was only a matter of time."

Silence settled over them.

"This Voldemort guy still needs to be destroyed, right?" Dawn finally asked.

"Undoubtedly," Snape answered.

"Then it needs to be done," she said simply. "But, it'll just have to be done without Dumbledore."

Snape scoffed. "Highly unlikely that will ever happen."

"Maybe before we all showed up. This is where we come in, right, G?" Faith asked, turning to Giles.

"Seems so." Before Snape could protest, he held up a hand and said, "Severus, I know what a great man Albus is. I am aware of his great deeds. However, I can't deny that Angel may be right. If he is allowed to continue, innocent children may very well die. And even if Voldemort is defeated, who is to say Albus won't take all the credit?"

Snape's eyes widened. "He would never ...."

"Wouldn't he?" Giles asked softly. "Can you honestly stand there and tell me that he would not trample on all those who fought and died in order to claim the glory, even if only for political reasons?"

Snape didn't answer vocally, but his expression gave a clear answer. Snape knew that Dumbledore would do whatever it took to make the changes he wanted, including stealing the credit from those who would undoubtedly deserve it.

"Therefore," Giles continued, "secrecy is of utmost importance. Not even Dumbledore can be made aware of the specifics of what takes place on this floor."

"Right. Our students shouldn't be allowed to speak about these classes to anyone, not even other professors," Xander added.

"Maybe we can make a magickal contract," Andrew suggested. "Something they all have to sign at the beginning of the course, making them unable to tell anyone who doesn't already know about it, no matter how hard they try."

"That's possible?" Spike asked.

Andrew nodded. "Magickal contracts have been used since, well, since mankind figured out what negotiating was. The kind I'm thinking of would not hurt the students, just prevent them from talking about the program."

Angel smiled and nodded. "Have it made up as soon as possible."

"Kay," Andrew responded with a proud smile.

"How are you going to walk through the castle?" Draco asked. "If the others see you, they're going to start asking questions."

"Glamoury," Angel answered straightforwardly. "We can cast not only invisibility glamours, but the kind that will make people naturally avoid us. Besides, it seems as if Hogwarts has seen to it that we won't need to leave this floor, except for meetings and such."

"Very good," Snape said at some length. "I suggest you go back to Los Angeles, and work out the last of the details. I will track down Lupin, and fill him in. I dread telling him what we found about the headmaster. He will not take kindly to it."

"Remus Lupin was always very level-headed," Giles said. "In any case, if he's going to be working with us in this program, he needs to know."

Snape just nodded before rushing off in his customary swirl of robes.

The others Flooed back to Los Angeles via the new fireplace on the sixth floor. Angel was still furious, despite all of Spike's efforts to soothe him. It was Giles who was finally able to distract him enough with the prospect of creating class plans and schedules.

Draco, however, had no such distractions. He went up to his room, and all he could think about was the way Dumbledore had looked at him, and the tone of his voice. What had happened? When the Ministry officials had arrived at the school to grill him about the whereabouts of his parents, Dumbledore had been supportive. In fact, he was the one who had put an end to the inquisition, saying that Draco had enough to deal with without being bombarded by questions he had no way of answering. And he had seemed so eager to place him in the care of Angel and Spike, encouraging him to study outside the normal school curriculum.

So, what changed? Draco thought back over the last ... Great Merlin! Had it been a month already?! He could think of nothing that he had done that would make the headmaster suddenly turn on him like that. Perhaps it's because I'm doing too well, he thought. After all, studying and creating vampiric rituals was not generally considered light and fluffy. Could it be that Dumbledore feared Draco would join Voldemort, after all?

And what about Harry Potter? If he made efforts to bury the hatchet and work in harmony with the Boy Who Lived, would Dumbledore finally see that Draco was serious about turning his back on the Death Eaters? Was Harry even the person Draco thought he was? Was he the person anyone thought he was?

It was questions like those that swirled through his head as he faded into sleep. Unfortunately, not one of them had an answer.

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It took Snape quite a while to find the Dark Arts professor, and when he did, he was slightly appalled. Granted, he shared no great love for the werewolf, but even Snape thought Lupin deserved more than a modified broom closet for personal quarters. It was one of the larger ones, but even so, it was positively tiny.

When asked about it, Lupin just shrugged and said, "Albus just said there were some housing problems. He said the suite on the sixth floor was taken, so we had to make due."

"May as well have put you in a kennel," Snape sneered.

"Why, Severus, was that a joke? Who are you, and what have you done with the Potions Master?" Amber eyes sparkled as he shot Snape a wolfish grin.

Snape tried to not let the other man's lightheartedness grate on his nerves. Instead, he smirked. "Enough with the pleasantries. I'm here for a reason. First, I was wondering why I wasn't notified of your arrival."

Remus blinked. "He didn't tell you?" When Snape shook his head, he said, "He told me he did, and that you were relieved you wouldn't have to make the potion anymore."

Snape blinked in confusion just as warning klaxons started going off in his head. Dumbledore had lied to Lupin, of all people, on purpose. Why? Then, something else the werewolf had said caught his attention. "I no longer need to make the potion? Have you finally taken potion-making seriously and learned to do it yourself?"

Lupin grinned and chuckled. "No. I don't need the potion because I don't shift anymore."

Snape was taken aback. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Let's take a walk."

Snape could only agree as the werewolf -- at least, Snape was pretty sure Lupin was still a werewolf -- led the way out of his closet. Snape directed their path to the sixth floor, figuring he may as well show Lupin where he would be teaching his secondary class. As they went, Lupin told of his summer.

"As you know, Albus asked me to ... recruit, for lack of a better term, some werewolves for our cause. We figured it would be best to get as many on our side as we could before Voldemort came in and started making promises. Well, my travels took me to Rome, of all places, where I met a young werewolf. He was a likeable lad, very quiet though. And when he did speak, it was short and to-the-point ... rather like the boy himself." Lupin grinned.

"In any case, he was an anomaly among our kind. He had taught himself to control his shifts. No longer was he affected by the moon. He could turn into a wolf whenever he wanted, and when he did, he still retained his human consciousness. True, it was a bit more animalistic, but he had control. He used several meditation techniques to get more in tune with himself and his inner beast. Needless to say, after two months of the most grueling training I have ever experienced in my entire life, I am now able to do the same."

Snape stopped dead in his tracks. "You ..." He was, for once, speechless. A werewolf that could control when he transformed was unheard of, or so Snape thought.

"Don't believe me?" Lupin asked, a playful grin on his face.

"I ... well, it is rather ... are you sure? It's not that I want to make the potion every month, but, when surrounded by children, it would be best to ..."

"Yes, Severus, I'm sure. I've intentionally shifted with success, and was able to completely ignore the last full moon."

"Astounding," Snape breathed. "Do you know what this means?!"

"Yes. We have something that Voldemort could never offer them. Their humanity."

"Quite right." After a moment's pause, he asked, "Have you been told of the new program?"

It was Lupin's turn to stop and fumble for words. Finally, he said, "No. What new program?"

For the rest of the journey, Snape explained the program. Lupin listened intently, apparently growing more and more interested. When they finally arrived, Lupin was nearly knocked off his feet at the sight. "When Albus said the sixth-floor suite was taken I ... I had no idea ..."

"He doesn't either," Snape said shortly. "And it shall remain that way." Before Lupin could interject, he quickly explained what he had found in the student files and braced himself for the outburst.

Instead, the werewolf sat down wearily. "I assume you have proof?"

"Yes, but not here. It's in Los Angeles, but I can get it for you tomorrow."

Lupin nodded. "Alright. Till then, I will withhold judgment."

Snape sat himself, and sighed. "I didn't want to believe it myself. But it's all there, in his own writing."

Again silence reigned supreme, until a tapping sounded at one of the windows. Both men were slightly surprised to see an owl flapping impatiently, waiting admittance. With an exchanged glance, Snape rose and opened the window. The bird swooped in and dropped the parchment that had been clasped in its beak into Lupin's lap. It then wheeled around and went right back out the window.

"It's to both of us," Lupin said. He then frowned. "It's ... from Albus."

Snape hurried back to where the werewolf was sitting. He was suddenly afraid that the headmaster had somehow been able to overhear their conversation.

"Meeting at Grimmauld Place, in an hour," Lupin relayed.

"Now? Why so sudden?"

"It doesn't say." Lupin's frown deepened. "I don't like this, Severus. Something just feels ..."

"Off?"

"Extremely so."

Snape nodded. He felt the same way too. "I will need to contact Angel and let him know that I most likely won't be returning to Los Angeles tonight."

Lupin remained quiet as Snape went to the Floo and spoke to Fred. When Snape returned to where he had been sitting, he decided they may as well wait together. He then decided a change of topic was needed. "So, you never told me your young mentor's name."

Lupin looked up at him and grinned slightly. "He was American. Daniel Osborne. But everyone called him Oz."

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TO MY REVIEWERS

TP: Keep your eyes on Sevvykins and the Ripper. Some interesting things coming up for them. And I agree with you about Kennedy. I LOVED Tara, and I was heartbroken when she got shot. Willow LITERALLY went on a homicidal rampage ... then all of a sudden, it's like Tara was never there. That was just ... wrong. Dawn, Xander, AND Andrew are gonna shine. And I know that Xander loved Anya, but I think it's time he find someone new. Someone who understands him. Heheh. And yes, I love the Spike/Dawn friendship, though it's more like an older brother with a bad influence on his sister.

Loki: Geeeeeze, y'all makin' me blush. Thank you for your kind words. I'M ADDICTIVE!! You're not the first person to tell me that ... of course Nathan meant something COMPLETELY different. Ahem. ANYHOO ... there are going to be a LOT of pairings in this series, and threeings, and four-, five-, and even an eighting. What? Why is everyone looking at me like that? In any case, Dru will be back, sooner than later, but you'll have to keep your eyes open. The Seraphim are the highest Order of Angels, the closest to God. It will serve a dual purpose in this story, but you'll have to be patient to find out. :)

YaoiBoyDaisuke: Ain'Andrew jus' th'sweetest thang? I thought he was just ... so ... CUTE on the show, that I HAD to drag him in here. It may be a little while before you get to see him in the spotlight, but since he'll have his own class ... And our darling Dray will get some lovin' soon. Promise.
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