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Making sure the boy who lives, actually does...	By : h0lden Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14: The overgrown bat has fangs

The words were heavy, and hung in the room in a truly unsettling manner. Hermione herself was almost panic stricken, finding the air in her body suddenly fading into nothingness. This left her rather hollow feeling, and internally gasping for air as she looked to him timidly.

"Sorry sir?" she finally managed to breathe, finding that her face was burning as he stared at her. Those eyes, those irritatingly perceptive eyes that held such a heavy and knowing gaze. She suddenly hated him for making her fall for him, hated him for turning out like this. Hated him for looking so calm about this entire thing.

"You heard me." Snape replied deftly, looking rather bored as he sat behind his desk, his hands suddenly folded on its shining surface. His own thoughts were troubled ones, ones that bothered him greatly.

Why would Hermione fall in love with him? He hadn't changed over the years. Maybe become a bit more hardened, more in control of his emotions. What had she been thinking? It was a strange thing to ask he supposed, but decided that it would do no good to either of them to tip toe around the inevitable. The mere thought of having some annoying little girl with a crush on him was beyond irritating.

Why did I fall in love with him? Why? What a stupid bloody question! How can he expect me to answer? How can he sit there so calmly?! I need to get him off the trail. He couldn't possibly know the truth...

Hermione was silent a long moment, her eyes falling shut once or twice during this solemn passing of time. She was unsure of how to answer him, for she didn't know why she loved him at all. It wasn't as if she loved him now, for in her eyes he was a completely different person. He was Professor Snape. No longer Severus. She let her gaze come to his face, his sweet face. No. Not sweet. Professor Severus Snape was anything but sweet.

"Love sir?" Hermione squeaked, "I don't know what you could possibly mean, After all...you're my Professor."

She stopped speaking then, feeling that she'd overstepped her boundary as his student already. Suddenly perceiving that she'd violated some of the various unspoken rules shared between students and Professors. She bit her bottom lip to prevent from elaborating further, and she finally felt herself blushing even more brightly than before as she lowered her eyes to the ground once more.

"Oh, I know I'm your Professor, Miss Granger." Snape answered with a glower, his features growing darker with every passing word. She was being quite difficult, skirting around the real issue. "But there are matters of your adventure of which I am quite confused."

"Sir?"

"I've had many...intriguing 'visions', shall we say." Snape said offhandedly, as if they were conversing about the weather. "Those of which I never had before. There mostly gone for now, I took care of that. But their remnants breeze through my mind faintly...I suppose that's the price to pay for tampering with the past."

Hermione was silent through this whole speech, feeling the knot in her throat tightening as she tried to remain composed. Surely he was just testing her, trying to break her, or humiliate her. That was his taste. Humiliation. Why had she felt anything for him? Even now the drumming of her heart at his gaze overpowered her eardrums.

"Now, I want to know why this would happen Miss Granger." Snape continued in a very professional manner, now standing and towering over her on the other side of the desk. He found this to be a most ideal intimidation tool, and had a gut feeling it would work on a girl like Hermione. Timid against authority with a yearning to abide by the rules for the most part.

"Why what would happen?" Hermione replied in a strained voice, trying to stave of the tremors of worry that tinged her throat and trembling lips. She didn't like the feel of his eyes on her, or the way the room was growing smaller. She felt so suffocated.

"Why would you fall in lust with someone you knew to be me in a later age?" Snape suddenly snapped enjoying the start he gave the young woman. "Surely you're as level headed as all the other Professors here claim."

Hermione swept her eyes back to meet his mocking face, feeling her face losing its reddened color. He knew. The fine hair on the back of Hermione's neck stood on end in sudden purification at his tone. Somehow he knew of what had transpired between them twenty years ago. Still, somewhere in her lay a small ring of hope, a small hidden yearning that he was just trying to get a rise out of her.

"I don't know what you mean." She finally bit back, knotting her hands in her lap jerkily, making herself glare back at him. Wanting to convey that she wasn't scared of him at all. She dared him to speak. Dared him to lie. "And I don't appreciate being intimidated like this."

"Hmmm." Snape drawled mockingly, letting a dark eyebrow rise and fall as if in a perfect dance upon his pallid features. "A bit anxious are we Miss Granger?" He tsked then, a low and patronizing sound, which made her skin crawl. "How unlike you."

Hermione didn't speak, instead finding her embarrassment turning into silent, horrified anger. She watched as the tall, slim, overgrown bat made his way around the desk, looking to her evenly as if waiting for a confession. When he didn't receive one he stood in front of his desk, looking down on her even more severely. Hermione could see the dark lashes that almost overwhelmed Snape's eyes at this angle. She remembered their color. Not black. Not as black as she thought.

"Or perhaps something happened in the past." Snape went on sinisterly, feeling a small smirk encompassing his features. A smirk Hermione knew she should be worried about. She watched him seat himself on the edge of his desk, something she found to be quite out of character for him. He was suddenly smirking at her even more, leaning forward and speaking just above a whisper.

"Something of a very passionate nature?"

He knew.

Hermione gripped the edge of the chair she was sitting in, feeling her hands digging into the cushioned seat. He knew. She knew that even though Snape could read minds and such, he'd need only look at the stricken look on her face right then to conclude that he was indeed correct in his assumptions.

"What are you trying to say sir?" She finally choked out, knowing that it was a feeble reply. She could tell he didn't like it either for suddenly the coy look of teasing left his face and he straightened, looking down to her darkly.

"I have no patience for lies Miss Granger,� he said coolly, letting his arms cross in a comfortable fashion. The top of her head was all that was shown to him then, and he glared at the strikingly pale part that separated the various locks of her mass of unruly hair. The way she was sitting infuriated him, the way she spoke to him made him angry, and the mere way she was breathing so shallowly played with his temper. He found her to be completely irritating all of a sudden. "Either tell me the truth, or I shall go to the Headmaster with my most recent findings."

At the latter two words he viewed as her head snapped up, her dark eyes looking even darker now that her face had suddenly blanched at his words. A dark tug of smug satisfaction played within him, and he rocked back on his heels a moment, enjoying the way he could manipulate such a puppet.

"Professor," She finally said in a brusque tone, her eyes falling to her now placid palms. They were red in parts, as if she'd been digging her hands into them. "I don't know why I fell in....love, with your younger counterpart. It just happened. One minute I completely hated you, and the next moment...you were different. I can't explain it."

"I hardly think you can refer to a few sordid encounters in broom closets love."

Snape looked to Hermione warily, his dark eyes performing their trademark glare, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. He found he was getting angry with her for answering like that. How was he supposed to come to the root of this mess if she was going to go about spouting such idiotic and cryptic answers?

"You yourself called it love before." Hermione pointed out quite bluntly, looking to him with a questioning look in her dark eyes. She was humiliated at his words. Sordid encounters in broom closets? How dare he? She came to the rapt conclusion that he was just embarrassed and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt...for now.

"I called it love prior to this moment because of a certain memory that has nagged me for many hours." Snape retorted back with an air of anger at being questioned. He felt as if he was being backed into a corner, and that was something he hated. "One in which you declared your love for me.� He paused, taking in her worried features. �Perhaps now you understand my confusion."

"I understand you perfectly." Hermione said ashamed, trying to look more confident than she felt. He wanted to know the truth? Then the truth is what he would get.

"Fine. I did fall in love with you Professor. I fell in love with you twenty years ago. I didn't want to, but I did. I'll never see him -you- again and it kills me. There. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Snape looked to her darkly, growing increasingly disturbed with the tone she was using with him. Where were her manners? Her respect for authority?

"No."

"Then I don't know what to tell you Professor." Hermione said with a glassy look in her eyes. A glassy look that told Severus he was getting far too emotional too quickly. Still he was angered, mostly because of the irritation that came along with this confusion.

"How could you have possible fallen in love with m-him?" Snape finally spoke hurriedly, looking rather perturbed at Hermione's deepening blush. This was not the conversation he had ever imagined having with any student. Least of all her. "You were there a month at the most."

How? What did he mean how? Did he even grasp what love was? She looked to him closely, seeing the vacant look in his eyes. Perhaps he didn't. He had with her though...and time is a cruel thing. If time can make someone forget something as powerful as love it was more than cruel.

"Love and affection know no timeframe Professor." Hermione replied indignantly, finding that her embarrassment was turning into terse irritation at his insensitive tone and words. She found herself furrowing her brows at his words and wondering what kind of man at his age didn't even grasp an understanding of love.

Didn't he comprehend that she was heartbroken over this whole exchange? That with every word spoken of the past she was forced to remember the one person she'd felt connected to? The one person she'd never see again unless she looked deeply into Professor Snape's eyes and ignored their icy edge? She felt her anger rising as Snape snorted at her answer, and soon she felt her teeth clenching in seething anger. Even if he didn't know, he wouldn't care.

"I can't stop what my heart wants Professor,� she said softly, hating him more than she'd ever hated anyone.

"Try."

"What do you mean, try?" Hermione replied with a scoff. "How can I just stop loving-"

He held up his hands, almost signaling that she stop her oncoming words for they both knew what they were. She did stop, but not for his sake. She'd never do him any favors. All memories of his younger kindness was now replaced with the various opinions she'd always had of him since she'd known him as her Professor.

Snape sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he made his way back to his seat. Gently he lowered himself into it, lowering his hand and snapping his eyes back to Hermione, wondering if that small and brief release in eye contact between them had made him vulnerable. No. Surely not.

"Miss Granger." Snape continued then, folding his hands once more over the table. "I don't wish to drag this humiliating occurrence any longer than I have to. Not only is it humiliating for yourself, but a hard position to put myself into."

"How?" Hermione said softly, her brows furrowing angrily. "How is it horrible for you? You can just get up tomorrow and forget everything. Even if you don't forget you can make yourself. It's not that easy for me. Every day will be a constant reminder."

"I'm well aware."

Hermione watched the older man's face grow darker with apprehension, his fingers drumming against the desk as he looked to her. She opened her mouth to speak when he cut her off, evidently not wanting to hear her speaking any more for the evening. She'd caused enough damage. They both had.

"I can't simply oblivate you." Snape said darkly, making sure she understood his words. He viewed the widening of her own orbs at his words, wondering why she looked so surprised. "Not only is that against Ministry protocol, it would be completely above my jurisdiction as your Professor."

Hermione was surprised at his words, for the idea hadn't even crossed her mind. She had expected to be given a lecture on moving on, or even perhaps growing up. Instead he was telling her straight off he wouldn't wipe her memory and she was suddenly tense. Did she want to remember him? Perhaps a small part of her did.

But just picturing Snape in her mind now was causing her stomach to do wrenching flips. She felt her eyes growing glassy as she pictured his eyes bidding her a final, silent farewell. As if he knew he'd never see her with the same mindset or loving gaze.

Why had she fallen for Severus? Easy. He was smart, he was gifted, he was serious and he was mysterious. He was what Hermione Granger would have compared to be her perfect man if she hadn't known who he really was in the first place. He was what she had deemed in her mind to be her perfect match. Later she would condemn herself for such adolescent thoughts, thinking such a thing to be far too outlandish and impractical. But then she would think of his bravery, of his touch and kisses and all would be restored.

"I know sir." She finally said dimly. "And I don't want to be completely obliviated. I enjoyed seeing Harry's parents, and seeing how they came to be. I was elated to see what Professor Lupin...and what Sirius were like."

She viewed as Snape's lip curled into that of a disdainful sneer at the latter name and she tried to ignore it. She wouldn't deny that knowing Professor Snape had been an interesting venture as well, but she didn't dare admit that to the bitter and sullen man before her.

"You see Professor..." Hermione said softly, looking to her shoes, noticing the sudden acquired scuffmarks and frowning. She'd always liked to look put together. She winced at her words after she spoke them, feeling them slip off her tongue awkwardly.

"I just don't want to remember...you."

The words were laced with double meaning, but Snape merely nodded, looking to Hermione with areadreadable expression upon his face. She felt her stomach churn as he looked to her like that, and she suddenly yearned to know what he meant by such a gaze.

"I think I have the solution. A potion that will remove your memories from selected events." he bit off tersely, standing and motioning for her to do the same. Hermione let her eyes come back up to his face, her lashes growing damp against her will as she stood, wanting to take back her latest comment.

"I didn't mean it like that sir. What I said before-"

"I have a potion that will do just that." Snape interrupted dismissively, and she watched as one flowing hand made its way into the air to accompany the words for emphasis. He was so fluid in motions that she had a sudden flashback of watching him behind the cauldron. "One that I've already started brewing for Mr. Malfoy."

"Oh."

"The potion will be ready by Sunday at five p.m. Do not be late."

Sunday. Six days from now.

"Thank you sir."

"Your dismissed then." Snape said firmly, barely above a passing wind of speech and ignoring her prior heartening words. He gave her a rude and jerky wave of his hand, signaling that her departure be swift and quick, making her cheeks burn with anger at his actions. Silly of her to think that Professor Snape would be sensitive.

Hermione nodded heavily nonetheless, standing and preparing for the door. She wondered what it would be like once the potion had been administered. Would she see Snape even more differently than before? And even more interesting...would he still remember what they had? Or would he put all those memories into that Pensieve Harry told her about? She didn't deliberate on this much longer for she could already view the growing irritation in Snape's face that her presence was causing.

Before she could move to the door though, Snape's voice reached her, low and painfully quiet. So solemn and gentle that she had to stop her movements completely for fear that she'd miss a single word with the rustling over her swaying.

"Miss Granger. What happened in the past between you and I was a dire mistake. A mistake no one needs to know of. This route we're taking is all for the best. You understand that, don't you?"

Even though the words were supposed to instill confidence behind them, Hermione swore she detected a hint of insecurity in them. Still she nodded to him, putting a firm look of honesty as she answered.

"Yes sir. Of course."

* * *

That fateful Sunday morning Hermione was sure to go the Infirmary to see Harry. Last night had gotten her quite out of sorts, and she was reluctant to go to the Great Hall to see Ron. Ron. Ron. Ron. In truth, she was dreading seeing him.

She'd made an awful mistake.

When she'd returned from her meeting with Snape that last afternoon, Ron had been beside himself, wanting to know every detail of what had gone on in the meeting. She merely told him that Snape wanted to clear up some loose ends regarding the time travel and Ron had believed her. Why would he doubt her?

They'd gone to classes, and Hermione had been distant, nursing her battered heart as Ron waited patiently at her side during the whole time. Harry had been stuck in the Infirmary since they'd gotten back, and Hermione was growing increasingly worried. They'd gone to visit Harry, seeing he was still in a state of dizzying confusion. Hermione had been sick over it, insisting that he wasn't getting better. Madame Pomfrey hadn't taken kindly to that remark.

It was Wednesday night before Hermione had felt up to going for walks again, and in those brief days since her talk with Professor Snape she'd come to the conclusion that Severus was history. Why should she pine over someone she'd never see again? He was in essence, dead to her. She had to move on...and Ron was right there. Welcoming and sweet.

So after dinner that night, Ron had whisked her off to the lake by the school, and she'd felt at peace, seeing the calm waters in front of them. She was home. Safe and sound with Ron. He'd slipped a comforting arm around her, and she'd snuggled into his side, feeling utterly relaxed. This was a solace for her, for once in her time back she felt comforted.

She looked over, seeing the way the sun made his hair seem so fiery. Watching the face that had matured over the years without her noticing. Watching the Ron that had turned from being whiny and annoying to thoughtful and kind at times. She almost laughedn shn she remembered the Yule Ball.

They'd been alone, very alone in the clearing by the school and when Ron had leaned over slowly and kissed her, she'd let him. She'd felt the small tingle that their lips touching created, and she almost basked in the warmth of his touch. It wasn't anything like being with Severus, but there was something comforting about it. She liked being with him, being held by someone. Anyone.

She never supposed it was her clinging to some sort of man, to fill the void that Severus created. She merely saw it as an oversight on her part. Like Ron had been there all along and she'd just missed the obvious connection between them both. She didn't see just how flimsy that excuse was, especially in her state.

So for the next few days she and Ron were seen quite often together. Hermione never told him of Severus, deeming it would only send him into an angry and jealous rage. She knew Ron better than he thought she did. She didn't mind his habits though, and in truth was starting to grow quite accustomed to them.

Why had she spent all this time searching for some elusive perfect man when she had Ron all this time? Ron who obviously fancied her? Ron who never pushed, and when she said stop, had stopped. She hadn't let him get far, finding that when he did she'd remember the painful memories of Severus. He thought she was just shy, and had accepted that.

She knew she'd be different after the potion. No more tensing when his hand moved onto her thigh. No more wincing as he brushed her clothed breast. When the potion was done, Severus would be gone and so would her worry. Ron and she would be fine.

It was on that Saturday that things took a decidedly wrong turn.

Ron had her by the lake again, and they were kissing quite fervently. Kissing like young couples should, Hermione had thought. She had finished with analyzing relationships; she was done with worrying about the past. She was done with Severus. From now on he was Professor Snape. Tomorrow he would be an annoying footnote in her school year to look back on and roll her eyes.

Ron had broken off softly, smiling and brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. She'd smiled serenely, deciding that her budding relationship with Ron was much more normal than the only other serious one she'd had in the past. Ron wasentlentleman. A bit dull sometimes, but a kind young man.

They'd stood, going to the water's edge and looking as the September leaves began to fall onto its glassy surface. It was barely the start of a new year here. To think she'd been gone a mere week here, when it was a month in another lifetime. Time was a strange thing.

Before the sun had gone down that night though she viewed as Ron started to get a bit strange, licking his lips and awful lot and mumbling to himself. When she'd finally questioned him Ron had smiled softly at her and turned to face her directly. She'd felt her heart thumping as he took a deep breath, preparing to say something of importance in that roundabout way of his.

"I really care for you Hermione." Ron had said grandly, taking her hand and kneeling before her, causing her heart to tilt. His words were rushed and breathy, as if she was dying and these were his last words to her before she made her way into the afterlife.

"I care for you too Ron." she'd answered honestly, looking to him tenderly, feeling a bit foolish saying the words aloud. She'd never really been one for poetic romance like this.

"I know, and I'm glad. You see Hermione, I don't have much money, and I know that we've had our fights in the past but when I thought I lost you...I realized just how much you meant to me."

Hermione felt the tears of mixed emotions flooding her eyes, and she'd let her hand stay in his grasp, wondering if he was going to let her compose herself before going on. "Thank you Ron."

But it was in that moment when she saw his blue eyes fill with something deeper than fancy, and saw the way he was holding her hand so tightly that she'd known what he was going to be asking of her. The knot in her stomach had tangled.

"What I'm trying to say," Ron had continued, still grasping her hand and putting on a brave front. He looked so endearing then, trying to find the words he'd obviously been going over for a while. "We've known each other so long...and well...I want to take care of you. I love you."

"Oh."

"Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?"

They'd known each other seven years. She'd spent tat tat the Burrow; she'd grown to trust him and Harry more than anyone in her entire life. Even more than her parents and Ginny. And somewhere along the way she had developed feelings for Ron. But were they loving feelings? She didn't bother to answer that even gh sgh she knew the answer.

In all her confusion and pain Hermione had said yes. It hadn't been a large yes, or even a very excited yes at that. She'd merely nodded and let herself be embraced by Ron. Good old Ron. Dependable, sweet Ron. Ron who wouldn't say he loved her and then forget about it. He'd been so excited.

They'd come to the obvious conclusion that they'd have a long engagement. They were after all eighteen, (well she was) and marriage wasn't exactly on the top of her list of priorities. She was a student with a bright future, and she didn't want marriage to interfere with any of that. She was to have a career, and much to her surprise, Ron completely understood.

"I understand." Ron had promised, brandishing the small band of gold in his palm. He'd looked to her solemnly, wanting her to comprehend that he meant his words. "And this is a ring that means a lot more than wanting to get married. This is a ring that means you mean so much t. If. If things don't work out, I understand. I just don't want this to slip us by. I don't know if I could take losing you Hermione."

Hermione had nodded numbly; watching as Ron took her hand in his once more, looking to her tenderly before slipping the ring onto her finger. He'd smiled once more and gently kissed her, drawing her close to him as the familiar feelings of security enveloped her. She was safe with Ron. She'd kissed him deeply, letting her minimally explore her body before it had grown too dark and they needed to return back to their rooms before curfew.

She'd never admit it, but she felt a small pang of betrayal as she let Ron slip on the temporary promise ring. It was small; a very thin band of gold, but it meant so much when he'd given it to her. But still she'd felt betrayal to Severus.

Betrayal to a man that loathed her.

Now on Sunday morning, the very morning her memory was to be chopped and dissected she was filled with a sudden rush of panic. She made her way to the Infirmary where Harry lay groggily and she felt her stomach dropping. What had she been thinking? It was a rushed and stupid engagement in the first place. She knew Ron well and she cared for him, but did she truly love him? Sure the ring was a mere promise, a chance of what was to be, but still. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she knew she'd made a horrid mistake.

She made her way into the Infirmary, viewing the familiar back of Professor Snape. Oh God, of all the people in the ruddy school...why him? Why now? With every sight of him, she was catapulted back twenty years and into the arms of a young man she'd deemed to be her perfect match.

Snape was mumbling to Poppy, that much was certain. She tried to slip past them to see Harry, but Pomfrey in her usual manner had viewed her and quite rudely interrupted Severus long enough to bark out a booming; "And where do you think your going Miss Granger?"

Hermione had cringed, knowing that Snape was looking at her, and wondering why it still bothered her. Sighing she looked to Madame Pomfrey, making sure she didn't even catch Snape's eyes for a moment.

"I just wanted to check on Harry." she said dimly, "I won't be a minute."

Madame Pomfrey had deliberated this, and Hermione had snuck a sudden lot Snt Snape. He wasn't looking at her though, in fact it would seem he was doing his best to ignore her. She felt a bit crestfallen at this, blaming it on her worries from last night. He looked a bit peakish to her though this morning. Classes with him hadn't been as awful as before; he simply ignored her as she did he. Things would be different after this evening.

"Don't be too long. I haven't even had time to check up on him this morning myself."

"I understand."

"I don't know if he's awake." Pomfrey offered wearily, hoping to deter another one of Hermione's infamous visits. She and Ron had been at Harry's side constantly, and how was the young lad supposed to get better if he was being chatted up all evening and getting no sleep?

"Yes Ma'am."

"All right." Poppy finally conceded, shaking her head. "You've got a few minutes, and that's all."

"Thank you Madame Pomfrey."

Hermione had blushed slightly as she nodded to the medic, wondering if Snape was watching her skit off to Harry's side, but decided in the end that he wasn't. He was far too mature to be thinking the same things as she. He wasn't pining after her former self. She didn't dare look back to check though.

She made it to Harry's side, looking down to him and smiling softly at her friend's sleeping face. He was one of the only boys who slept nicely. Ron always had his mouth open in a most unflattering way. Neville felt the need to have his mouth open and snore, and that was a dreadful combination to have to come back to after classes in the common room.

She sat at his side in the familiar chair, wondering if she should mention what happened with Ron. Even though Harry hadn't been himself lately, perhaps he'd be able to dispel some kind of advice for her. Hmmm. she decided then that she must be getting desperate.

"Harry?" she offered silently, watching as her friend stirred in his sleep, slowly coming into consciousness. He'd always been a light sleeper since she'd known him. Staying at the Dursley's had probably had done that to him. She smiled when the first signs of awakening had passed his once stoic features and he squirmed a bit around on the bed.

His eyes fluttered open after he took a deep breath of air. They were brilliant green emeralds shining out from behind full, dark lashes. He really did have beautiful eyes. She smiled softly, brushing off a strand of hair from his face, a motherly motion at the very least and smiling at him.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

She started as he jerked from her touch, looking to her with a strange look in those very eyes. A look she'd never seen cross his features, as if his face belonged to someone else and was being contorted into a strange look of confusion that she'd never been privy to.

She wasn't prepared for the words that slipped past his lips then, or the vacant and worried look in his eyes. Most of all she wasn't expecting the harsh tone of surprise that accompanied Harry as he spoke to her, asking her three little words that truly frightened her.

"Who are you?"

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Author's notes: I know it's been forever and a day since I updated, but I just got a new job; 7 days a week, long hours, and writing (a payless yet not thankless job) has been forced to take a backseat to a sellout like me. University isn't cheap. I will try to update more though. And wouldn't you know it? I've got another NEW story in the works! *evil maniacal laughter*
Thank you all for your positive feedback, and hope you enjoy the rest of my long and cliffhanger ridden tale. cheers. holden.

side note: As for the title...please don't flame. I was tired. I have no more clever titles within me. Any suggestions?

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