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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: As you can probably tell, the previous chapter was an explicit one. For those who opted to skip it, nothing terribly important happened ... well, aside from finding out that Draco really is a little closet freak, and that Angel has had a thing for Harmony for a while. OH, and this:

"And I do love you. So much, in such a new and amazing way. I can't imagine life without you."

"You'll never have to," Draco whispered. The certainty of those words touched Spike deeper than anything ever had before. "You'll never be alone again." And there was something strange about Draco's voice. It was his own, but it sounded as if someone else was speaking with him. "You have Angelus. You have me. You have Harmony. And you will have Little Brother. We will always return to you." His eyes blazed gold.

Spike's eyes grew wide. Something in his mind clicked. "You ... you don't know that," he stuttered, knowing full well that Draco did.

Draco smiled a wicked smile. "Dear William," he whispered, "there is precious little I don't know." With that he dove down and ravaged Spike's mouth.

Spike wrapped his arms around the young man that possessed him so. The young man who most likely would do the same to Angel. Because, she had always been like that. But this would be different. There would be no insanity, no dancing in circles and talking of singing stars. There would be no teasing or arguing. It would be the three ... no, five, with Harmony and eventually Connor ... the five of them. Balanced, loving. The way it was meant to be.

... As he started a steady rhythm, he slowly opened his eyes and met the amber gaze of his Childe ... his Dark Prince.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, Drusilla has returned! For those of you worried that her personality will overtake Draco's, fear not. It won't happen. You'll just have to keep reading to see how it works. :)

WARNING!!!

This chapter includes insinuations of sexual abuse. There will be no details, the act itself will NOT be depicted. Just proceed with caution if such things disturb you.

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Spike was exhausted. However, it was a very satisfied sort of exhausted. He lay on his back, Draco nestled in his arm. The younger blond was currently snoozing, his head on Spike's shoulder. Spike fought the urge to laugh at the light sounds of breathing coming from his Childe. He wondered how long it would take Draco to get out of that habit.

He smiled then, hearing some rather familiar moans coming from the other room. Of course, the irony that he was usually the cause of those moans did not escape him. It was rather amusing. He felt their pleasure across the link, and it was definitely turning him on. However, he wasn't about to wake Draco. The poor boy was worn out. Having just woken from being dead for a few days might have had something to do with it.

He hugged Draco closer, and kissed his hair. My boy, he thought with a small grin. With a little effort, he was able to dampen the sensations from his Mate and Harmony, and instead concentrated on his Childe. There was slight unease there. He wondered what Draco was dreaming. Whatever it was, it was bothering him. Even so, Spike let him sleep, figuring it would pass.

But, as they lay there, and the sounds from the next room started to wind down, Draco began to twitch. It was small at first; his hand on Spike's chest jerked a bit. Then one of his legs. Then Draco gasped, scrunched his eyes tighter, and whimpered.

Okay, maybe Spike did have to wake him. He moved as best he could in order to face the boy, and gently shook his shoulder. "Draco? Dray, love, wake up. You're dreaming."

Draco, however, didn't take to well to this. With his newfound strength, he pushed his Sire away, nearly clear off the bed. "No!" he cried, then rolled away from Spike and curled into a little ball.

Spike blinked a couple times in confusion, then again tried to wake Draco. This time, his hold was a bit firmer. "Draco," he said, louder this time. "Draco! Wake up!"

But Draco didn't. He began to thrash, crying out and swiping at Spike, kicking where he could. Spike had never encountered anything like this. And what terrified him the most ... Draco's eyes were wide open.

"Draco, it's me! It's Will! Remember?" He again tried to calm his Childe, holding his wrists. He began to panic. If only he could figure out what was hurting Draco in his dreams.

"NO!" Draco screamed, his eyes turning amber.

Angel! Help! Spike shouted in his mind.

The thought was barely finished when Angel burst into the room. "What ...?"

"Dream!" Spike shouted, struggling to keep Draco still.

Angel moved to hold the boy's legs still, and received a good sound kick to his ribs for the effort. He sailed across the room and landed with an "oof!"

"Peaches?" Spike asked, trying desperately not to get knocked out himself.

"M'okay," he muttered. Angel stood again, and this time succeeded in pinning Draco's legs to the bed. "Now, what the fuck is going on?!"

"He was sleeping, then he started getting fidgety, and now ..." Unfortunately, Spike wasn't paying attention, and got punched in the face. "Bloody hell!" he cried, a hand over his most likely broken nose. "Kid's got a mean right hook!"

Suddenly, Draco's eyes widened, and he sat bolt upright. He was breathing heavily, and looked around him in shock. He finally focused on Spike, who was still tenderly rubbing his nose. "W- ... Will?" He was clearly trembling, terrified beyond measure.

"Yeah, love. Right here."

Draco's breaths quickened, and his eyes were wide as saucers. "Dream? No, it was too real. I was there."

"Where?" Angel asked.

Draco jumped at the sound of his voice. "I ... I don't know. But there were ... vampires. Not like us. Lots of them. And children. Scared and dirty and trapped. The vampires ..." He brought his knees up and buried his head in his hands. "They were living off the kids. They would find runaways and abandoned kids, lure them in with food and shelter, then ..." He sobbed. "Oh, gods. They didn't just drain them. They ..."

"Shhhhh, love," Spike whispered, moving so he could take Draco in his arms. Draco melted into his embrace and cried.

"I saw it, I heard it. I could feel their fear."

Angel came closer and took one of Draco's hands. "Draco, I need you to tell me every little detail you can."

"Angel, I don't think that's a good idea," Spike said. "I mean, he already went through it once ..."

But his Mate ignored him. "Draco, I need to know."

"Why?" Spike asked, not bothering to hide his irritation. Angel just looked at him, and he knew. "Vision?" His eyes widened and he gasped. "Dru!" Angel looked confused at this. "Before, he said some of the same things that Dru had said, just before I ... He must have gotten her demon!"

"She did say she would return to us soon," Angel agreed.

"But, didn't you tell me she had the Sight before she was Turned? It would have nothing to do with the demon then."

"Cordelia ..." Draco whispered.

"What?" Spike and Angel asked in unison.

"I ... I remember. Just before I started becoming aware of the world again. She came to me, told me she had a special gift for me. She told me it could prove painful, and that it could really mess up my life. She told me about the visions, how they would help us help others. She gave me the choice. I took them." He pulled himself upright again and wiped what remained of his tears away. "I just didn't think ..."

"It would happen so soon?" Spike finished. Draco just nodded. "Life sucks that way."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Angel asked.

"I was a little busy," Draco murmured, ducking his head. Spike didn't know how he did it, but the boy actually managed to blush faintly.

Angel smiled warmly at him. Good, Spike thought. If Angel had sported any other kind of reaction, Spike would have personally knocked him senseless.

"Understandable. But, right now, it'll have to wait. I just need the details of the vision."

"We can talk about it all later?" Draco asked.

"Absolutely," Angel said with a nod.

"Good. Because there are some other things I want to tell you. About when I was unconscious after the attack."

"All right. Everyone get dressed and meet me in the lobby in fifteen."

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Though no one really knew where they were going, they all piled into their assorted vehicles, Angel's old convertible in the lead. Draco kept his eyes closed and reached out with his being. Something was pulling at him, leading him to the trapped children. Even now, he could still feel their fear and desperation, and his entire existence was narrowed down to one thing: saving those children.

Every so often, he would direct Angel to turn, and he would do so. Spike, who had an open line on his cell phone to the others, would then relay the direction. They were far into the Valley before Draco snapped his eyes open and commanded Angel to park. He then stood in his seat, looking around. "Block that way," he said, pointing down the street ahead of them. He barely heard Spike alerting the others as he hopped out of the car.

He started toward their destination, his pace quick. He didn't even look to see if anyone was following. Now that he was so close, he swore he could hear the children crying. Some distant part of him wondered if this was what Cordelia and Doyle had gone through. Or even Drusilla.

"Dray, get back here!" Angel ordered when he finally noticed the young blonde speeding away. "You're not going off half-cocked!"

Draco turned and growled at him, but nodded. He slowly made his way back to the group, fighting every instinct to continue toward the house.

"You sure he's okay?" Faith asked. "He looks a little ... glazed over."

Spike peered into Draco's eyes. "Looks like his visions are a li'l more involved than most."

"Will he be able to ..." Giles started.

"Yes," Draco snapped. "We're wasting time."

Giles just nodded. "Very well. But, we need a plan."

"It's a two-story house, with a basement," Draco informed them. He closed his eyes again for a moment. "There is a tree close to one of the upstairs windows."

Angel nodded. "Okay, here's what we're going to do ..."

Minutes later, eleven shadows were creeping toward the house that Draco had specified. Xander, Gunn, and Wesley quickly scaled the tree, and, jimmying the window open, slipped silently inside. They were already gliding through the rooms, taking the few vampires there by surprise. They operated quickly and quietly, as if the three had been working together for years. Once all the rooms had been cleared, Gunn pulled out his cell phone, and sent a simple one-word text message to Angel: "GO."

With that, Angel, Spike and Harmony burst in through the front, startling the near-dozen vampires lounging around the living and dining rooms. The boys from upstairs swept down to join the fray. One of the vampires got past the attackers and fled outside, only to be met by Faith. Another raced out the back, finding a hacked-off Giles instead of freedom.

As this carried on, Draco, Andrew, and Dawn crept in the outside hatch leading to the cellar. Draco's eyes adjusted to the inky darkness immediately, but he knew that his companions wouldn't be able to see. Drawing his wand, he muttered, "Lumos," and the tip burst with light. Startled and terrified gasps sounded around them, and Draco had to fight the urge to be sick at what he saw.

A dozen and a half children scrambled away from the strangers, pressing up against the dirty walls, trying to melt into them. Most were dressed in torn and filthy rags, though a few were totally naked. Draco heard a whimper behind him. He turned to see Dawn, tears streaming down her face. This caused some of the captives to begin crying, especially the younger ones. Everyone's distress was growing, and it was assaulting him relentlessly.

It was clear they had to act fast, as the growing wails were bound to attract attention. Draco gently cleared his throat and started making eye contact with every prisoner he could. "My name is Draco. This is Dawn and Andrew. We're going to get you out of here, okay?" But that didn't seem to ease anyone's worries. He took a deep breath and focused on sending as much comfort and encouragement as he could through his voice. "We will take you somewhere safe, but you must be quiet."

Suddenly, silence fell on them. Even Dawn quieted. Those who had begun to cry stopped immediately. Draco must have looked confused, because Andrew leaned in and whispered, "I read somewhere that some vampires can mesmerize people. Some with their eyes, some with their voice, some with a combination."

Of course, Draco thought. I had read that, too. I just never thought I would have such a gift. He shook himself out of his own musings and decided to use his new ability to his advantage. He again concentrated, and spoke. "Are any of you unable to walk?" One boy pointed to a girl laying on the floor on worn blankets. She was no more than seven or eight, completely stripped, with lacerations all over her frail body. Draco nodded. "Anyone else?" When he was sure everyone else was able, he said, "We have a friend in a van, waiting for us. Follow Dawn, quietly, single file. Youngest first, and don't make a sound. Once outside, go quickly." He nodded to Dawn, and she snapped into action.

"Okay, quickly now," she said quietly. She headed out the hatch into the night, a line of children scurrying behind her.

Andrew helped facilitate the line, making sure no one pushed or panicked. "That's it," he encouraged, "stay calm and we'll get you out of here."

Draco knelt beside the girl on the blankets. Her breathing was shallow, and as he checked for a pulse, it was faint. He noticed several vampire bites on her neck and inner thighs, and knew that she must have been the most recent meal. He wrapped one of the ratty blankets around her and gently lifted her. "It's okay," he whispered to her, not even sure if she could hear him. "You'll be fine."

"They're all up," Andrew informed him as he made his way back to the hatch. "Let's get the hell outta here."

Draco nodded again, and hurried after the other man. As he neared where Fred was parked in the escape van, he heard whining. He and Andrew quickened their pace to where the children were milling about in a panic. "What is it?" Draco demanded.

"Not enough room," Dawn answered. "We weren't expecting so many."

Draco unconsciously hugged the small girl closer to him. "Okay, okay. We'll just have to cram ourselves into less cars. Some can lay down in the back of Gunn's truck. Andrew?" Andrew nodded and selected some of the kids, leading them to Gunn's truck down the road. "Giles' car is too small."

"You guys can cram into Giles' and Wes' cars, and the rest of the kids can go into Angel's convertible," Fred suggested, sticking her head out the driver's side window. "It's bigger."

"Alright. Get everyone you can in there. Those of you who can't fit in the van, come with me," Draco ordered. As the rear doors to the van closed and the vehicle started off, Draco hurried to Angel's car, the remaining four kids following. "In the back," he directed, gently maneuvering himself into the front seat.

It was only minutes before the rest of the group came jogging back. They didn't need to be told the situation as they climbed into the available cars and pulled away. The trip back to the Hyperion was silent, as it was as they ushered the children into the lobby. Madam Pomfrey was already there, doing what she could mundanely before resorting to magick.

Draco didn't have time to ruminate on the ramifications of using magick in front of Muggle children. He had a very precious cargo, and laid her gently on one of the plush couches. The medi-witch wasted no time in hurrying over, not even bothering with Muggle methods.

Draco felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Spike smiling at him. "You did superb, pet."

"I ... I did?"

Spike's smile widened. "Yep. Andrew told me about your little gift and how you used it. You took control of the situation and did great."

Draco smiled shyly. "Thanks."

At that moment, Madam Pomfrey approached them. "These children will be fine. That girl you brought in, Mr. Malfoy, looked worse off than she was, luckily. I was able to heal the cuts and bruises. She will need a blood transfusion, which Rupert is setting up now in one of the spare rooms. That, and a little rest, and she'll be right as rain."

Draco sighed with relief.

"The others," the nurse continued, "are just fine. They are in desperate need of cleaning and feeding, but that's all, really. I suggest you start with a small meal first. Too much may make them nauseous. Then, a bath for all of them, and a good rest. I assume you will try to find where they belong?"

"We're already working on it," Spike assured her.

She nodded and smiled. "Good. Now, I do believe Rupert can handle things from here. But, if I am needed, you know where to find me. Good night, all!" she called as she made her way to the new fireplace and Flooed back to Hogwarts.

Angel came over then, and asked, "How are you feeling, Dray?"

"Wiped out?" he answered with a weak laugh. "Not tired enough to sleep, but ..."

Angel chuckled. "Understood. You've been through a lot recently. Come on, things are being taken care of down here. Why don't we go upstairs. We have some things to discuss." Motioning to Harmony, he bid goodnight to everyone and led his family to the lift.

Once back in their suite, the four vampires kicked off their shoes and made their way to Angel and Spike's room. Spike settled on the bed first, leaning against the headboard. Draco climbed next to him, sinking into his Sire's embrace. Angel draped himself across the foot of the bed, propped on one elbow. As Harmony settled down in front of him, by his legs, Angel softly said, "We're listening."

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Minerva McGonagall was not one for pacing. She saw absolutely no sense in it, as it never took you anywhere and it did nothing to actually make time go faster. However, she was about to start taking up that particular habit. She sat in one of the plush chairs in the Headmaster's office, waiting rather impatiently.

He had owled her at her country cottage, saying he had urgent need of her at the school. She couldn't imagine what for, but she made the trip anyway. That alone was enough to irritate her, as she rarely had the opportunity to spend time in her home. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed working in her garden (she couldn't wait to tell Professor Sprout about her new gardenias) and all the peace and quiet. It was a time she could let her stern mask fall and be Minnie, instead of uptight and stuffy Professor McGonagall.

But, that time was cut short, as it always seemed to be, and now she sat in Dumbledore's office, wondering just where the hell he was. After all, he had set up the time to meet, and he had the nerve to not even be there! She huffed in exasperation, then glanced at the resident phoenix.

"You don't know where he is, do you, Fawkes?"

The bird shook his head, then regarded her carefully. He had done this to her on several occasions, so she was used to it by now. But that still didn't help her from feeling somewhat exposed. She knew he was analyzing her, but for what, she didn't know. She was half tempted to transform into her cat form, as she would most likely be better able to understand what Fawkes was up to. That had always been one of the benefits of being an Animagus that she enjoyed the most: better communication with and understanding of animals.

Fawkes was apparently satisfied with what he found, for he then chirruped, and leapt into the air. She stood and watched as he flew up to one of the many portraits hanging in the gallery. From behind it, he plucked a piece of parchment, turned, and alighted on the Headmaster's desk. He held the envelope out to her, and she took it.

The first thing she noticed was its crumpled state. The second thing she noticed was the Hogwarts seal on the back. With no small amount of confusion, she turned it over, and gasped. It was addressed to Draco Malfoy, at the house in Los Angeles. Her brow furrowed. This should have gone out to him weeks ago, she thought.

"Fawkes, where did you get this?"

The bird bobbed his head toward the small trash basket beside the desk.

She sat down again and gently chewed her bottom lip in contemplation. She had, as always, written the letters and addressed them, but this year Dumbledore had offered to send them out for her, so that she could have more time to enjoy her holiday. Which he ruined anyway, she thought bitterly. But she pushed that aside and instead wondered why this envelope ended up in the wastebasket.

She opened it (as it was still sealed) and read it carefully. So far as she could see, there were no mistakes. She flipped the envelope and again examined the address. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. So, why on Earth was it crumpled up and tossed away? It may have been that it had somehow gotten misplaced under some other papers that Albus had wadded up and placed in the basket. But then, would Fawkes have seen it, mixed in with the other papers? She decided he wouldn't have, as she figured he didn't make a habit of looking through the Headmaster's garbage on a regular basis. So, for some reason, it seemed that Dumbledore had purposely thrown away a student's letter. But why?

"It's a perfectly good letter," she muttered to herself. She then regarded Fawkes again. "All written communication was carried by you, for Angel and his friends?" When the phoenix nodded, she asked, "Did you deliver another school letter to Mr. Malfoy?" Fawkes shook his head. She frowned, both surprised and shocked. "It could have been delivered some other way. Perhaps Snape delivered it himself?" Somehow, even as she said it, she wasn't too convinced.

She then stood and sighed. "Thank you for saving this, Fawkes. I'll just deliver it by hand, just to be sure." But, as she turned to leave, Fawkes squawked. "What is it?"

He motioned for her to return to the desk. He then nipped the envelope out of her hand. Placing it on the desk, he took up Dumbledore's quill in his talons. With black ink, he crossed out the house's street address, and wrote, "Hyperion Hotel" in wobbly letters.

"I never knew you could write. Impressive." She allowed herself a small smile, then regarded the new address. "So, they've moved?" Fawkes nodded. She frowned then. "Why wasn't I told? And why didn't you just deliver it yourself, instead of waiting for me?"

If she didn't know any better, she'd say Fawkes had a right pissed expression on his beak, which seemed to turn to one of concentration. Then, with a soft pop, he disappeared for all of two seconds before reappearing again.

"You ... you can't teleport? Why not? It's an inherent gift for phoenixes, and shouldn't be affected by the wards ..." Then realization hit her. "Oh, gods, no. He did this, didn't he?" With the bird's nod, she sighed. "I just don't understand why ..." she trailed off as she looked at the letter again. "Well, I assure you, I will see to it personally that this letter lands in Draco Malfoy's hand, and I will be speaking with Angel about this."

Fawkes cocked his head in what seemed to be confusion. McGonagall smirked.

"What? You don't think Albus Dumbledore is the only one who has known Angel for a while, do you?" With that, she turned on her heel and glided out of the office, Dumbledore be damned.

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Angel was trying desperately to sort through paperwork on the front counter of the Hyperion's lobby. Most of it was what he needed to make Angel Investigations a legitimate private investigations company. Gunn had offered to help, but Angel insisted on doing it himself. He was no slouch when it came to these things ... usually. However, his knowledge of law and such was a tad bit outdated. "Why must this be signed in triplicate? I mean, even I have heard of photocopiers!" he grumbled to no one in particular.

At that, the lobby fire flashed emerald, and McGonagall breezed out. Without even trying, he could tell the reason she came was an urgent one.

Without pretense, she demanded to know where Draco was. He led her to the once disused ballroom, which now served as a gymnasium for the team. Draco was there, along with Giles, Xander, Andrew, Dawn, Faith, Gunn, Fred, and Spike, who led them through an unarmed kata routine. Angel couldn't help but smile with pride at the young Slytherin as he gracefully moved from one position to the next.

"Impressive," McGonagall leaned over to whisper.

"He's amazing," Angel responded. "He picks up on everything so fast, even before ..." He didn't finish that line of thought. The professor still didn't know of Draco's transformation, and he wasn't sure he should tell her yet. He wanted to, but he had to be sure.

Luckily, she didn't press him to continue. Instead, she said, "Angel, I have just come from Albus' office, and I found something a bit disturbing. A couple things, actually."

He turned to her. "And it involves Draco."

"Part of it does, yes."

He simply nodded, then turned to call Draco over to them.

"Professor! I'm rather surprised to see you here," he said in greeting.

"I am surprised to be here, Mr. Malfoy. I believe this," and she pulled out the envelope, "belongs to you."

He turned it over in his hands and his eyes grew wide. "My letter! With everything that's been going on, I didn't even realize I hadn't received it! But ... why is it so ... mangled?" He looked to the Deputy Headmistress with confusion, and a touch of hurt.

"That is how Fawkes found it ... in the Headmaster's trash basket. Fawkes then hid it, and gave it to me just an hour ago. You are absolutely positive you didn't receive one? Not by owl, or by Professor Snape?"

Draco shook his head. "No. Gods, I haven't even thought about school lately!" Then his eyes grew wide. "Oh, no! I haven't even looked at my summer assignments! I'm going to be so behind in my classes!" Draco's distress was palpable.

McGonagall smiled gently at him. "No need to worry, Mr. Malfoy. I can hardly blame you. Though, might I suggest you finish what you can before term begins, and save your ... extracurricular studies for later?"

Draco nodded. "I will. Angel, when can I go to Diagon Alley?" he asked urgently.

Luckily, Angel knew of the Alley. "We'll go tomorrow. I'm sure us teachers will need to pick up a few things as well."

"Us teachers?" McGonagall asked.

Angel frowned. "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"That some of my colleagues and I are going to be teaching specialized classes at Hogwarts."

The professor's eyes grew wide. "I had no idea! I didn't even know you had moved until Fawkes corrected the address on that letter!" Angel unconsciously stepped back a few paces as the woman's anger became more apparent. Draco was smart to follow suit. "My friendship with Albus aside, I am the Deputy Headmistress! One would think I should be notified of these things!"

"Minerva, something's going on ..."

"And I am quite sure that I'm not going to like it!"

"No, you're not."

"Can you tell my why, Angel?" she demanded, her voice rising. "Can you tell me why a man I have known since I was a student myself, a man that I have grown to care for and trust with my life, is hiding things from me? Can you tell me why he seems to be taking negative action against a student for no particular reason? Can you tell me why Fawkes is suddenly unable to teleport?"

Angel blinked in confusion. "But I thought ..." he started.

She nodded. "Yes. But it seems Albus has found a way to stop it. Fawkes is now effectively under house arrest."

"I was wonderin' why we hadn't see that bird for a while," Gunn said, joining them. The others followed behind him, having finished the workout.

"Angel, I need to know what is going on. Albus is keeping secrets, lying, toying with a magickal creature's nature! That is not like him!"

"Oh, Minerva, you have no idea," he said, turning to the door. "I think you better join me in my office."

Everyone followed him to the lobby, but only the professor continued behind Angel to the office. He closed the door and motioned her to sit. He took his seat behind his desk, and looked down at a small stack of papers there. "Minerva ... Kitty, what I'm about to show you is going to rip your heart to shreds, I just know it. But, you need to know."

"Angel, I know that tone. How bad is it?"

He handed her the first batch of papers from the top of the stack. "Bad doesn't begin to describe it ..."

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TO MY REVIEWERS

LissaRiddle: eep ... And I though Aimee was scary.

EscagirlUK: Hey, I never said Dumbledore would even KNOW about this. Precautions will be taken to be sure no one knows. And Dumbledore WILL be gotten, I promise.

Vigilante: As I stated last chapter (mighta gotten overlooked with all the sex goin' on, heh), Draco's going to learn a neat little spell or three to alter his appearance when needed. And yes, Draco really, really IS erotic, exotic and a little psychotic. But he is OH so much fun! As for who he's gonna be paired up with ... I HAVE PLANS! BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHackcoughahem. Although, he may very well come out looking like the school broom (EVERYone gets a ride!). And you can't drive me to somewhere I already am. ;)

Neige: Harry WILL be getting a boost power-wise, however it will have a reasonable explanation. Also, he and Draco won't be the only ones. There are some characters in BOTH series that don't get NEARLY enough spotlight. It's gonna be their time to shine.

Meekah and Sakya: I'm putting chapters up as fast as I can. However, I'm a single mother of a three-year-old, and needless to say, I'm quite busy. Add to that the trouble AFF has been having AND a busted keyboard, and you're gonna have delays. It could be worse. Some of my favorite stories to read don't update for MONTHS at a time! Have patience. I promise it'll be worth it.

TP: Draco's gonna try to pull that dominance-switch a few times. And yes, Angel is going to stop with the brooding very soon, and we're going to see a side of him we don't get to see often. Things will get quite interesting once they get back to school, I can promise you that.

Kim: Fawkes is ticked because he knows what is going on. All I can tell you is Dumbledore is eebbill, and responsible for a LOT of things. And as for the foursome of the century ... well, DUH! I just don't know when. :::looks at general outline::: Yeesh, I'll have to pencil it in somewhere. Maybe after the office desk sex ...?
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