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Back to School	By : aneener8d Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 118401 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Back to School
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

Summary: Hermione is back at Hogwarts to complete her education as an Eighth Year. But wait… is that Harry Potter?… as the new DADA Professor?! What’s Harry to do when all he can dream/think about is giving Hermione detention and seeing her in her school uniform... or more specifically without her school uniform?

Author’s Note: Once again I send my thanks to everyone who is enjoying the story.

Another time skip- this time it’s about a month and Hermione and Harry are going to be at the Burrow for most of this chapter.

This chapter originally didn’t have any lemons, but I couldn’t help myself. I had writer’s block but once this lemon scene came to mind my writer’s block disappeared and it was a miracle! A perverted miracle!

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Chapter 2:

Harry was annoyed, irritated, and yes a tiny bit frustrated. How could Hermione all of a sudden decide that that git was a nice guy?! They worked on one project together and all of a sudden they are best friends or something! How could this happen? Not two weeks ago Hermione would spend hours- hours complaining on how infuriatingly abhorrent Nathaniel Kinlan was, but now it’s all, “oh he’s not so bad” and “if you just take the time to get to know him he’s actually quite clever”!

But worse than that?! The fact that Hermione Granger has gone on two- yes TWO dates with Nigel Wolpert! Harry knew that kid was trouble- ever since Hermione’s birthday. The kid was three years Hermione’s junior for Merlin’s sake! He was a persistent little bugger and Harry could only imagine Hermione agreeing to go out with Nigel so that he would stop pestering her (what other explanation would there be for someone so perfect like Hermione to go out with someone like Nigel).

The only good thing about Nigel was that he was keeping Nathaniel in the “friendzone”. Harry figured Nigel was the lesser of two evils and could easily be taken care of- once Harry found the nerve to actually confess his feelings to Hermione. Nathaniel was always kept at arm’s length and Hermione only ever met up with Nathaniel to discuss the NEWTs and other school related subjects.

Though, Harry had to admit, at the moment the biggest threat was Nigel. Nigel now had free reign to talk to Hermione and heaven forbid, hold hands with her! He knew it was still in the “casual meeting” stage of the relationship but he was jealous nonetheless. The only reason Harry had not done something to scare Nigel away was because he knew that he still held a bigger spot in Hermione’s heart and mind than either of the two gits combined. And besides, Harry and Hermione were leaving for the Burrow the next day (for the winter Holidays) and would be far away from the two sodding tossers.

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Harry opened the door to their compartment on the Hogwarts Express only to find Hermione with her back turned toward him. It must’ve been his lucky day because her shirt was off (having been changing into her muggle clothing) and she was still clueless to the fact that he had entered the compartment. Merlin she’s breathtaking, Harry thought as he took in her long, frizzy, brunette curls draped along the length of her slim back- the sun hitting her in that perfect way that made it look like she was glowing.

Quietly he glanced to his left and then to his right to make sure no one was around. He then placed a silent confundus charm on the door, fully entered the compartment, closed the door behind him, locked the door, placed a silent silencing charm, and then made sure the shade was in place over the window of the door. He wanted to make sure they were not disturbed from any activities he might engage in with Hermione.

He silently approached her, shedding his shirt on the way- leaving his torso bare. Once he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace so that their skins touched.

“Harry!” Hermione gasped in surprise.

“Hermione…” Harry murmured into her ear as he let his nose muzzle into the crook of her neck- taking in the sweet scent of vanilla and something that could only be described as Hermione. “Please… love… I need you…” He whispered.

Hermione made a move to turn around but found it impossible with Harry’s strong arms keeping her in place. “I’m here love. I’m yours.” Harry heard her whisper back. Harry loosened his hold on her and let her turn around. She then wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck, pressing herself into Harry’s bare skin. Harry cursed the brassiere that she was still wearing- being the only thing preventing him from feeling her chest against his.

He pushed up against her, letting his clothed arousal illustrate the affect she had over him. He brought his face closer to hers and slowly let his lips touch her lips in a hesitant kiss. He brought both hands to her head; one was placed on the back of her head to keep her in place, while the other entangled itself in her soft tresses- loving the feel of it between his fingers. Once he determined she would not pull away, he deepened the kiss all the while pushing her until she was flush against the window. Hermione let out a surprised gasp when her warm back touched the cool window pane- opening her mouth just slightly, giving Harry the opportunity to let his tongue slip into her mouth.

Harry moaned into Hermione’s mouth at the feel, the taste- of her. All of his senses were enveloped in a heavy cloak made of Hermione. He was drowning and he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was Hermione and he couldn’t care less about anything else.

Harry disentangled his hands from Hermione’s hair, letting them caress her as they traveled down her body to finally land on her waist. He tightened his hold on her waist and easily lifted her up. As if Hermione was reading Harry’s mind, her legs locked around Harry’s waist automatically.

Harry felt Hermione deepen the kiss with their new angle as she pushed against his tongue until finally her tongue delved into Harry’s mouth. Harry heard himself moan as he let Hermione set the pace. He felt her tongue explore his mouth, sliding along his tongue. Once breathing became imperative, they finally broke apart- panting and trying to gulp down as much air as possible.

Before long, Harry began to attack Hermione’s neck and collar bone, licking and sucking at the soft flesh found there. He found the small sounds of approval Hermione was making endearing. He would bite down on any sensitive spots he found just to lick the pain away- making sure to leave a mark. He felt one of her hands make its way to his black mane and tighten its hold, keeping his head in place as he explored her long column.

*After making sure that she was fully supported by the window, he let his two hands travel to her arse. Each hand was placed on each of her round globes before he gave them a squeeze, loving the feel of the plump flesh in his grasp. He ground his hips upwards so that his arousal brushed up against her heated center. His mouth found its way up to her mouth to drink in her moan of approval. His tongue explored her mouth once more as his hands inched closer and closer to her core. Once his two middle fingers were close enough, he let them slip into her knickers and began to tease the slick outer lips. One finger entered her whilst the other traveled a few centimeters upwards to find the little nub of nerves that would surely bring her over the edge.

He pulled his lips away from Hermione’s and bent his head down as best he could to lick at the valley between her breasts. He then gently bit at the small swell of flesh being pushed up by her brassiere; reveling in the sweet taste. Though she did not have a sizeable chest, he found them perfectly perky and as he nudged one of the obstructing cups away with his face he found the dark, dusky nipple underneath to be endearing just the same.

He caught the newly revealed nipple in his mouth and began to hungrily suck on it, occasionally giving it gentle bites with his lips covering his teeth to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. Wanting to be fair, he nudged his face to uncover the neglected nipple and once it was exposed, he caught the other nipple between his lips- giving it the same attention as the first one.

With a dexterity he never knew he had, he managed to unbutton his trousers and lower them with his boxers- to free his stiff member. He used his hold on Hermione to bring her still clothed center to rub against his aching shaft. The feel of the warm soaked cloth against his arousal heightened his desire for the woman in his arms.

“Harry… Harry… I’m going to… going to…” Hermione gasped out.

“Fuck” Harry exclaimed before he pushed the material of Hermione’s knickers away and plunged his hard and engorged member into the recess of Hermione’s womb. He felt Hermione’s inner walls quiver around his shaft as he pulled out slowly only to thrust upward in a quick, hard push. He repeated the motion in a teasing way to prolong the experience; the sound of skin slapping against skin heightening his arousal.

“Faster… Harry… Please!” Hermione moaned out.

Harry tried to remain in control, in a weak attempt to savor the moment of being connected with Hermione. However, Hermione had other plans and began to squirm in Harry’s arms, using her legs to propel herself upward just to slam back down, drawing Harry’s thick rod deeper within her.

“Fuck!” the both of them cried out at the same time. Harry was bollocks deep within Hermione and he could only describe the feeling as heavenly. Hermione repeated the motion and with each new thrust, she drew Harry’s member deeper within her as she quickened the pace. Harry was so close… almost… there…

“Harry…”

“Harry…”

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“Harry”

“Harry”

“Harry wake up! We’re nearly there.” Harry heard a familiar voice call out to him. He opened his eyes to find that he had been dreaming once again. How embarrassing! Harry thought. Hermione, who was sitting next to him, gave him a worried look- which he dutifully ignored.

Harry quickly looked down to make sure he hadn’t fully embarrassed himself, to find the Quibbler he had been reading on his lap. He sighed in relief once he determined that the Quibbler had been successful in covering the prominent bulge that was sure to be quite noticeable if the magazine had not been there.

“Harry, are you alright? I don’t mean to pry, but you were moaning in your sleep and well…” Hermione’s voice trailed off hesitantly.

“I’m... I’m fine…” Harry coughed out as he turned his face away so that no one in the compartment could see his reddened cheeks. “It was… It was just… a dream” Harry answered vaguely. Harry could imagine the worried expression Hermione’s face would be donning, and felt guilty that he had been having another one of those dreams. If only she knew… Harry thought.

“Don’t worry Hermione; I’m sure it wasn’t a nightmare.” Ginny said. Harry glanced over to where Ginny sat across from Hermione, only to regret it immediately. He could see the knowing smirk on her face and his blush deepened.

“I’m just…well… I…if you say so…” Hermione replied in defeat. Harry glanced over to Hermione to see that although she was dropping the subject now, she would surely bring it up if they were ever alone together.

He was about to say something- anything to reassure her that he was in fact alright, but was disrupted with the halting of the train.

“We’re here!” Ginny exclaimed. She quickly grabbed her bag from the overhead compartment and ran out the door.

“Look, there’s Anthony waiting for her.” Hermione explained at Harry’s puzzled expression. Sure enough Harry looked out the window to where Hermione was pointing to see Anthony standing on the platform. Harry then spotted a red headed figure standing a couple meters away, glaring daggers at Anthony. He began to chuckle and pointed out their best friend, Ron, to Hermione- who in turn also began to snigger at the dark expression on Ron’s face.

“I don’t understand why he’s so against Anthony. You’ve gone further than Anthony has, and from what Ginny’s told me, Anthony is quite traditional. He refuses to do anything further than chaste kissing until after marriage.” Hermione said with a slight shake in her head. “I must admit it’s quite romantic, but Ginny says she might die of frustration.” Hermione added with a small snort.

Harry could only nod in response. He didn’t know how he was supposed to react to the fact that Hermione seemed to know how far he’s gone with Ginny. Harry quickly grabbed Hermione’s bag, as well as his own, as he made his escape out of the compartment to exit the train.

“Harry, you don’t have to carry my bag. I can manage on my own.” Hermione protested in annoyance.

“I know you can.” Harry answered bluntly turning his head slightly to look at Hermione. “I’m sure you also know ten different spells to do this the ‘non-muggle’ way, but I think this is the least that I can do to compensate for everything you’ve done for me over the past seven years.” Harry finished with a puzzled look. He wasn’t quite comprehending Hermione’s protest; he had carried Hermione’s bags for her loads of times before.

“I’m sorry Harry…” Hermione apologized with a sheepish smile. “It’s just that all of a sudden I have all these people coming to offer to carry my books or my bag and it’s just… do you think I look weak?” Hermione asked seriously.

Harry who had just set his feet on Platform 9^3/4 turned around to look at Hermione incredulously. She’s GOT to be kidding me! Harry cried out silently. Not caring that he was snubbing her and acting rude, he quickly turned back around and walked towards Ron. If she is going to remain oblivious to the fact that those people are only helping her to get into her pants, then I definitely reserve the right to ignore her crazy questions! Harry thought violently.

Harry greeted Ron amiably once he got close enough to him. They shared a quick (manly) hug before Harry turned around to find Hermione walking toward them timidly. Ron quickly approached Hermione and lifted her into his arms and twirled her around once, before placing her back on her feet. Ron gave her another tight hug before pulling away. They shared pleasantries as they approached Harry.

“Do you think I look weak?” Harry could hear Hermione ask Ron as they came within his hearing range.

“Are you nutters? Who’d ever think you weak?” Ron asked seriously.

“Well… it’s just that… all these people keep offering to hold my bag and it’s getting quite infuriating… I asked Harry but he kind of stormed off before answering my question.” Hermione answered cautiously.

Ron, to his credit, only guffawed for a total of five seconds before he bowled over in laughter. Harry saw Ron attempt to lift his head, before dropping it back down in another fit of laughter. It took Ron a couple of minutes to finally compose himself long enough so that he didn’t have to bend over at his waist. One of his hands grasped at his side, where he was sure to have a stitch for laughing for so long, while the other wiped tears from his eyes.

Like Harry, Ron never answered Hermione’s question. Instead, Ron led the way off of the platform quietly chuckling to himself all the while murmuring “poor, poor Harry”. By the time Ginny and Anthony had caught up to the trio, Harry and Hermione had become unresponsive to Ginny’s inquiries and Ron seemed to be on another dimension- not even hearing his sister’s questions.

Quietly, the six of them (Luna having joined the group) made their way to the Tube. From there, they traveled to the Leaky Cauldron, from which they all flooed to the Burrow or their respective houses.

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“Hermione have you seen Harry?” Hermione looked up from her book to find Ginny with a worried expression.

“No. Actually… I haven’t seen much of him since we got here. Why? How long has he been missing? He must be around somewhere…” Hermione answered.

“Well… he… no one’s seen him since supper and it’s almost midnight. The lot of us have already checked all the rooms and the shed, but he’s nowhere to be found. Even the clock seems to be confused- his head has been pointed to ‘Lost’ for the past couple of hours.

Hermione sat up from her position on the bed- worried that something might have happened to Harry. She felt guilty for having been cold to Harry ever since he stormed off on Platform 9 ^3/4. She still didn’t quite understand his, or Ron’s, reaction to her question- and seeing that they were both disinclined to give her an explanation, she had holed herself up in Ginny’s room.

“Have you tried Luna? She doesn’t live too far from here right? Or maybe he went to visit someone else in the area- Shell Cottage maybe?” Hermione’s mouth started to move a mile a minute as she tried to think of where Harry could have gone. “He’s not so reckless that he’d travel to someplace where we couldn’t find him. He…” Hermione’s eyes widened in realization as she quickly grabbed her coat and ran down the stairs and out the door. As soon as the kitchen door slammed shut, a small pop could be heard by the residents of the Burrow from the back garden.

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“… I… I started work at Hogwarts about two months ago. I’m sure you already knew… The new DADA professor. Can you believe it? I just hope I’m as good as Remus was. Don’t say that Remus, you were brilliant. You saved my life that year- as well as Sirius’ life by teaching me the patronus charm…”

Harry sat in front of his parents’ grave at Godric’s Hollow, mindlessly speaking to them. Next to his own parents’ grave lay a small tombstone engraved with the names Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Though the two were not buried underneath the stone, the stone was meant to represent the Marauders and let future generations know that they would always be together. Harry liked to pretend to have conversations with the quartet (his father, his mother, Sirius, and Remus). Though he had not known any of them for a long period of time, he liked to think he knew them well enough to know how they would respond to the things he said.

“I… it’s… it’s getting harder to be so close to her and yet… I know I should just tell her, but what if… I mean she’s oblivious to the fact that ALL the boys at Hogwarts are after her… she couldn’t possibly like me… She could have anyone… why would she choose me?...” Harry asked no one. “I just… I just wish… I’m such a coward… I don’t even know why I was placed in Gryffindor…” Harry said quietly.

Having run out of things to say, he just sat there, with his legs crossed in front of him. His elbows rested on his thighs as he used his hands to prop up his head. Harry, having been engrossed in his own thoughts failed to hear the small pop that signified the appearance of another witch or wizard. He sat there in his own misery, wishing and hoping for things to have been different.

“I knew I’d find you here…” Harry heard from behind him. His head turned swiftly to where the voice had come from to see Hermione standing behind him. As he took in her appearance, he noticed she was in her woolen pajamas with a large winter coat on top. Her hair was haphazardly arranged in a high ponytail and her cheeks were flushed due to the bitterly cold winter night. Harry could only assume she had been in a rush- but for what he could not tell. All he knew was that she was just as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.

“Er…”

“You’ve been missing for hours Harry.” Hermione said exasperatedly. “I just sent a patronus to the Weasleys to let them know I’ve found you and that you’re safe.” Hermione said as she approached the gravestone. She produced a wreath of roses and bent down on her knees to lay it on the gravestone- much like the previous year.

“It’s almost like a tradition now…” Hermione said quietly. She slowly made to stand up before Harry’s hand reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Stay… Please…” Harry whispered. Hermione merely nodded before she settled down and crossed her legs in front of her. “I’m sorry…” Harry murmured quietly.

“For what?” Hermione asked, truly puzzled by his abrupt apology.

“For everything… for disappearing… for storming off at the platform… for… for everything…” Harry replied.

Hermione did not reply at first, but simply looked at Harry. “I’ll have to admit that I don’t quite understand all of your actions, but you did nothing that constitutes an apology.” Hermione said firmly. “No apology is required, but sometimes… sometimes you have to talk to me and explain. I may be clever but I’m no Legilimens.” Hermione finished.

“How did you know I would be here?” Harry asked, breaking the pleasant silence that had enveloped them.

“When Ginny told me your head was pointed to 'Lost' on the Weasley clock... I tried to think of places you could have gone that could explain such a phenomenon. I kept trying to think of how it could be possible... I mean unless you were confined in an area where you could not apparate, it’s pretty impossible for a witch or wizard to get lost. But then it hit me... You must be feeling lost, it would be the only way the magic of the clock could be confused in such a way. Then I figured the one place short of going back to Hogwarts would be here.” Hermione explained.

“When did you put that in?” Hermione asked as she pointed out the gravestone engraved with Sirius’ and Remus’ names.

"Not long after you left for Australia... I frequented this place quite a bit...” Harry replied.

Hermione simply nodded her head in understanding. Silence enveloped them once more.

“Harry... Do you think... Do you think the three of us..." Hermione's words drifted off almost as if she was losing her line of thought. She took a moment before she started again. "Sometimes... Sometimes I worry that we're drifting apart... You're busy with work... I'm busy with NEWTs, and Ron... he's... he's not even at Hogwarts... And I know we try to see each other as often as we can but... I guess after last year it just feels like we're not as close or something." Hermione said with a small shrug of her shoulders.

“I... I know what you mean... that maybe... maybe we will leave someone behind and not even realize or something...” Harry responded. “Before we were forced together by our proximity, but now that we're no longer forced into one common area we might lose sight of each other and not even notice until it is too late.” Harry finished.

Hermione nodded her head in agreement. "I just worry that maybe the reason I don't understand you or Ron is because we’re not as close or something. I used to think that I knew you best- even more so than Ron… but now… maybe it’s because of our gender differences- I don’t know… just sometimes… I worry that maybe you'll forget me and we won't be as close as we used to be..." Hermione said hesitantly.

"We could never forget you. I could never forget you. Someone could try to obliviate all my memories and I'd still remember you" Harry said with conviction. Harry saw Hermione smile shyly before continuing. "What I'd like to know is why you have such little confidence in yourself." Harry asked.

"I'm just... I'm just me, Hermione. I don't know... I'm the clever one in our little group, but when I'm alone I'm just plain Granger- the girl with the unmanageable hair, who likes to spout out facts she's read in books- books she's read because they don't make fun of her for not caring about makeup and all that junk.” Hermione replied, getting a bit fiery as she finished.

“What do you mean by plain? Hermione you’re breathtakingly beautiful and if someone ever says otherwise they're either blind or completely mental!” Harry replied incensed at the things Hermione was saying.

“Of course you'd say that, you’re my friend.” Hermione dismissed his comment, but blushed just the same at the compliment.

“Do you know why I stormed off on the platform that day? It's because you're completely oblivious to the fact that those people, offering to help you, are only doing it to grab your attention! 75% of them probably want to get into your pants while the rest of them probably just fancy you.” Harry seethed.

“That's ridiculous.” Hermione said disbelievingly. “Anyways what does that have to do with you storming off?” Hermione asked, truly puzzled.

“Because you don't see it! You don't see how those guys all stare at you lecherously and yet you keep making friends with them! What if one of them manages to steal you away and then I...." realizing he probably said too much, Harry quickly turned his head away from Hermione.

“No one could ever replace you or Ron in my heart Harry. Surely you know this...” Hermione responded. When she got no response from Harry she leaned over and brought Harry into a tight embrace. "After everything that we've been through... You have to know that I would never leave you.” Hermione whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry, reveling in the feel of Hermione's arms around him only nodded in response- not fully comprehending that once again, Hermione had failed to truly understand his feelings. Once he composed himself, he spoke quietly saying, “I could never leave you. You mean more to me than anything. You need to know this- that no matter what happens; I’ll always be there for you.”

Hermione tightened her arms around Harry for another second before finally pulling away.

“Let's go before the Weasleys start to worry about me too.” Hermione said.

Harry nodded and made way to stand up. Once the both of them were on their feet, Harry took Hermione's hand and led her off the gravesite so that they could apparate back to the burrow.

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Christmas passed quite uneventfully with the return of Harry. He and Hermione did not divulge his location to any of the Weasleys- not even to Ron, once they had returned. Presents were passed out and Christmas dinner had been a small affair with only family members in attendance.

Soon New Years was upon them and the Weasleys were throwing a party to commemorate the coming of a new year. Though the celebrations would be a joyous event, the night would be used to remember all those who had fallen, fighting bravely until the very end.

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“1!”

“Happy New Year!” Everyone shouted. Harry turned to Hermione to wish her a happy New Year, but found it difficult with her in his arms- hugging all the air out of him

“Happy New Year Harry. You definitely earned it.” Hermione whispered into his ear. She pulled back and then gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek. She was about to pull away when Harry’s arms tightened around her.

“Happy New Year Hermione. I…I…” Harry knew he had to say it. It was the chance he was waiting for- but why were the words being so bloody difficult and getting stuck in his throat?!

“I love you too Harry.” Hermione said with a smile. “I know it’s a bit difficult for you to say it, but I want you to know that I understand and that I feel the same way. You are one of my best friends and I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” She finished with another hug.

“Oi! Where’s my hug and kiss?!” A voice from behind Hermione interrupted Harry’s next words.

Hermione immediately turned around to find Ron standing behind her. She quickly ran up to him and gave him a tight hug before pulling away and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. She then took Ron’s hand and brought him in closer to Harry so that she could give both Harry and Ron a tight hug.

“Don’t be jealous Ron, I love you both exactly the same.” Hermione said with a loving smile. “Oh I love you both so much! My little brothers all grown up…”

“Oi, who you calling little?” Ron asked in indignation.

“You both may be bigger than me in size, but I am older as well as more mature.” Hermione responded with a mischievous smirk. “Come here ickle Ronnekins. Give your older sister a kiss.” Hermione teased.

Harry had stopped paying attention once the words “same” and “little brothers” came out of Hermione’s mouth. He was frozen. The feelings that were burning him from within just moments before with Hermione’s “I love you” was doused with icy water as cold reality finally hit him. She only saw him as a friend- a brother of sorts- the same as Ron.

He didn’t know what to do. Sure, he had hidden his feelings for her very well, but this was Hermione. She was supposed to know everything about him- know how he was feeling or what he was thinking even before he felt it or thought it. She said she understood- but clearly she did not!

Bugger-me!

*AN: Poor, poor Harry. He thought… but she meant… sadness…

Anywho… I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please don’t hate me for ending the chapter that way… I had to!

I can’t wait until I write the next chapter! My all time favorite part of this story is coming up soon and I just can’t wait!

Lastly, I am really sorry about the grammatical mistakes… There are some awkwardly worded sentences here and there but I didn’t know how to un-awkwardize them, so I left them be. I’ve also been rereading the last two chapters after I posted them and I keep finding mistakes and I cringe at the thought that I missed so many when I was editing. I’ll probably fix it all later in life after I finish writing the story- don’t want to keep y’all waiting ^^
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