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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

"Made up your mind about what, mate?" Seamus asked.

"Something to do with the babies, I imagine," Demelza said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, he should have said so!"

"You're not having an abortion, are you, Harry?" Grace demanded. "Because I don't think that's right at all."

"Well, he's not that far into the pregnancy. It would be much worse if it he was further in," Morag said.

"No! Nothing would make that okay!" Grace exclaimed.

"Why don't you listen to Harry's decision before you start judging him?" suggested Hermione, lifting her head.

"No! If we drill it into his head, maybe he won't do it!"

"Yes, because peer pressure's really the way to go when making important life decisions," Ginny muttered sarcastically.

"You can't mean you'd be okay with him killing the babies!" Grace shrieked.

Ginny closed her eyes, raised her hands then counted to five in her head before opening her eyes to glare at the other redhead. "I didn't say that. I only mean that it's Harry's choice, no matter what any of us would prefer."

"Abortion isn't the worst thing he could do," Morag said.

"It's ghastly!" Hermione snapped.

Whatever argument Morag had been about to make was stopped. Hermione was glaring at the Ravenclaw, who seemed momentarily confused by the silence as well as the other witch's fury. Then it seemed to settle on her, the memory of what she had lost. The Gryffindor shrugged away from Harry then into Ron's arms to his shock and Hannah's horror. Ron patted her back awkwardly while she hid her face in his chest, body trembling as she sniffed, trying hard to bite back her sobs. Everyone looked away awkwardly with the exception of Ginny, who could only frown sadly at her best friend. She gave her boyfriend's hand a hard squeeze until he reluctantly turned to her, glancing to Hermione after a few seconds.

"Well, I am getting rid of them," Harry finally said, plucking a piece of lint from his knee.

"You what?" Hermione wailed, jumping to her feet.

"Harry!" Grace exclaimed. "How could you?"

"That's so wrong," Hannah said.

"What did those babies ever do to you?" Susan demanded stiffly.

"That is sort of messed up, mate," Seamus said.

"I'm glad our mums dunno. They'd kill you!" Ron said.

"Do what you have to do," Blaise shrugged.

"Of course you would say that, you pig!" Hermione snapped.

"H-Hermione," Draco began.

"Not you, too!" she screamed.

"I didn't…I just..."

"Don't shout at him, Hermione! Harry's not…he's not doing anything to you, okay? This is his life, his decision," Ginny said, though she looked troubled by the news herself.

"Really, the fetuses will hardly feel a thing," Morag sighed. "It's not as if they understand what's happening or what they're missing. Once their born, it would be another story. The experience of life and ripping it away is cruel injustice. By that point they are more developed, able to start their lives. But until that time, they really…"

"You stay out of this!" Hermione snapped.

"But!" Daphne said loudly.

Everyone continued arguing until Daphne shouted "BUT!" again at which point everyone turned to look at her, then confusedly to Harry who she was staring at. His face was bright red as he did his best to disappear into the couch he was sitting on. Daphne gave Harry an encouraging nod so that he returned it then stood up.

"Look, 'Mione…I…This isn't…I just…"

"Spit it out before you give her a stroke," Daphne suggested with an encouraging smile.

"I…"

"Oh sheesh. Harry's not having an abortion!" Daphne said.

"But he said!" Hermione argued.

"Hear him out, will you?"

Hermione turned to Harry expectantly while he grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. It just came out wrong…But…Well, I'm technically getting rid of them…"

"Oh. Well adoption's a perfectly viable option," Hermione said, calming down quickly.

"No. That's not it, either," Harry said, then turning to Daphne. "You know?"

She shrugged. "Not entirely. But just by looking at you I could tell it wasn't what you meant."

"Glad someone noticed," Harry mumbled while Hermione only glared at him unapologetically.

"You're the one who made it sound so awful, Harry James Potter!" she snapped.

"I know, I know, my bad," he grumbled.

"So what do you mean? If you weren't referring to adoption or abortion?" Hermione asked.

"What I mean is...well…I want to have a Transfer," Harry stated.

"A Transfer?" Megan questioned.

"Magical procedure," Hannah explained quietly.

"He wants to move the babies into someone else's body," Morag said, surprised.

"That's nearly as bad as having an abortion, Harry," Hermione said frowning. "It's incredibly dangerous. To everyone involved."

"I know and didn't exactly come to the decision lightly," Harry said bitterly. "The book I was reading earlier was talking about the process. I remembered we had talked about it before when we were trying to figure out how all this happened. It was all I could think about the whole time. It…it makes sense!"

"No, it doesn't," Hermione sighed heavily. "You're just worried about people finding out and about giving birth."

"Of course I am!" Harry snapped. "But it's more than that."

"What could be worth that sort of risk?" Hermione demanded.

Harry stared at her incredulously. "Do you seriously have no idea?"

"No, I don't!" she said heatedly. "I can't imagine anything being worth the risk to my child's life!"

Tears filled her eyes once again as she sucked in deep breaths to keep her sobs at bay. Draco leapt to his feet, not thinking as he pulled her into his arms only to be shoved away angrily. He faltered, glancing uncertainly at Ginny who gave an encouraging nod. The redhead stood as well as Draco made to hug Hermione again to have her shrug away from him. "Stop," she commanded shakily.

"Get away from her," Ron said quietly, standing with them. Draco reached out to her again, but the moment Ron did the same Hermione moved into his arms, letting herself be guided back onto the couch.

Draco was hurt, but Ginny placed a comforting hand in his, offering a sympathetic smile as she led him back to where they had been sitting.

Harry stood uncomfortably, watching the displays. Only with the silent encouragement from Daphne and Cedric was he able to go on. Clearing his throat, he stumbled over to the middle of the room so that he could address everyone easier.

"I'll admit, it first looked really appealing because of the issues I've been having," Harry confessed. "It doesn't feel natural at all. Having a Transfer did seem like an easy way to avoid the later stages of…this…then giving birth and all of that other stuff. But the danger aspect of it did put me off.

"Then I started thinking about it. They're already in danger enough being mine, aren't they? Hermione, you've already lost one in battle." The reminder made most of the room look uneasy, including Hermione who choked on a sob. Harry felt bad bringing it up, but he had to make a point. They had to understand why he needed to do this. Why this was the best option out there. "Madam Pomfrey said they were lucky to have survived everything that hit me during the fight. There's already a higher risk of one or more of them dying or being sick when they're born because of them being multiples. All of the potions that were in my system had already made things worse. The odds are all against them right now.

"The moment the news leaks, they'll come after me harder than ever just to get to them. You saw how it was. Being this way…it hinders us. They went after Hermione more than anyone because they are cruel and they understood that killing the baby would hit us harder."

"Then using charms to hide the pregnancy would be smart. There's a section about that in a book I have," Hermione offered, sniffling.

"But that would only do so much. What happens when they're born? They'd never be safe if anyone knew they were mine," Harry said.

"Then you can pass them off as someone else's when they're born until the war is over!" Hermione snapped.

"But what am I supposed to do until then, Hermione?" Harry retorted. "I can't just stop fighting. I have to do this. The prophecy!"

"Then wait until they're born!"

"I can't just wait! I'm supposed to defeat him! I can't risk hundreds or thousands or millions of lives just to protect them! As bad as that sounds…not when there's another option!" Harry exclaimed. "Even if I don't rush into battle in the next few months or if no one knows I'm pregnant doesn't mean the danger's gone. Danger is attracted to me, isn't it? I'm always in trouble. Everyone says so. They would be better off with someone else! Trust me, the risk of this Transfer on them is a lot less than the risk of staying with me."

"But what about the risk to you or the surrogate?" she pointed out.

"I'm willing to take that risk. The amount of danger on me would be significantly less than the babies or the surrogate," Harry said with a frown. "That's what bothered me the most, actually. Having to ask someone to surrogate."

"I'd be more than willing to do it, Harry!" Ginny said.

"What?" sputtered Draco.

"You're joking, aren't you?" Blaise gaped at her in open shock.

"No, I'm not," Ginny replied with a glare. "If Harry needs this, then I want to support him. I think he has a point about all of this. So, I'd be willing to take the chance. As long as I get to be godmother!"

Harry smiled at her gratefully. "Are you sure, Gin?" The fear of putting someone he cared for through that sort of danger bothered him. The book had given all sorts of examples of what happened to people involved in the Transfers, success stories and even the awful failures when done during a pregnancy. Putting anyone at risk bothered him, especially when it came to his close friends.

At the same time, though, this idea really spoke to him. He just knew, deep down, that this was the answer. It didn't make all of the possibilities easier to consider, but there were no tough deliberations. There was no going back on this either.

Draco and Blaise both glowered at him while Ron shot dirty looks at his own sister.

"You're too young to be having babies," Ron muttered. "And so am I, for that matter."

"Oh, Ron," sighed Hannah sadly.

"Actually, I think it would be better if, say, Hermione would be willing to do it," Morag stated loudly over the rising chatter of the others.

"You would think that, wouldn't you?" Hermione spat bitterly. "But guess what? You're wrong. I couldn't protect my own child. What makes you think I could do any better with three of someone else's?"

Most of the room shot Morag dirty looks, but she ignored it. It seemed to take a lot for her to understand when she was being insensitive. Harry cringed. He found it hard to be too mad at her since he understood it was just how she was. But he could see how upset it was making Hermione so he, quickly, shook his head at the Ravenclaw, hoping she would understand the message.

"Well, it wouldn't have to be you necessarily. And miscarriages can happen to anyone. It was hardly your fault," she said simply. Morag hadn't even said that in the calm, comforting voice everyone else had. It was a simple statement of facts she was used to delivering. Hermione blinked in surprise, wiping her tears away as she warily watched the other witch. "I only mean that if anyone in this group had to do it, you might be the best option. Like with most Transfers, or what Muggles call transplants, you would never want to move an organ into a body that could not properly house it. It would be a waste, wouldn't it? Even if you thought you were doing a good thing. Sometimes bodies reject the alien organ. Weaker bodies wouldn't be capable of being saved even with the healthier organ. While not exactly the same thing, it does sort of go well with the topic of transferring unborn children into another host. You would want to move them into a new home that is the best able to care for them, wouldn't you? Especially the further along in the pregnancy you are at the time of the Transfer. Moving the fetuses into a body that has already experienced pregnancy is your best bet. While Hermione never experienced all three trimesters, all forty weeks, or even the birthing process, you aren't much farther along than she was and her body would more readily accept the children than someone who had never been pregnant. It decreases the chance of losing the children as well as lessening the risk on herself. You should especially not let a virgin carry them. Are you a virgin, Ginny?"

By her tone, it was clear she didn't mean anything by it, though Ginny did glare at her as her face heated up. "Yes," she snapped.

"See? Ultimately, the decision is up to you and any volunteers. But, personally, I think your best bet would probably be Hermione," Morag explained with a shrug.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't. I really can't. Just can't," Hermione muttered, shaking her head, burying her face back into Ron's neck.

"That's fine, I understand," Harry said, heart sinking slightly. So his one volunteer was probably the worst candidate. His best bet didn't want to do it, though he could hardly blame her. He blew out a breath as he raked his fingers through his unruly hair. Whispered conversations began all around him as they began to discuss what they had learned, what they should do about it, as well as their opinions on the Hermione versus Morag argument. Morag was an insensitive bitch, but shouldn't Hermione be over it already? Her friend needed her help, didn't she see that? Harry had too much on his own mind to pay them any mind. Maybe Ginny wouldn't be so bad. He knew he had to do this and if Ginny was his only hope, then he would have to trust that things would turn out okay.

"I'll do it," Daphne announced a few minutes later.

"You'll what?" Harry asked.

"I'll surrogate for you."

"You'll what?" Blaise demanded.

"You heard me," Daphne scowled.

"Are you sure, Daffy?" Astoria asked, wrinkling her nose.

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Yes. Morag said it. Your best bet is someone who's already been pregnant. Well, I've been pregnant."

Everyone quieted down.

"Aww, what happened?" Susan asked sadly.

"When was it?" Hannah asked.

"Are you okay?" Megan inquired.

"I'm fine," Daphne mumbled, unable to meet anyone's eyes for a moment. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt for a while before clearing her throat, sucking up all of the strength she had. "I had an abortion last year."

"You didn't!" Hannah gasped.

"You did what?" Susan snapped.

"No way!" Megan exclaimed.

"That's terrible!" Ron said.

"How dare you!" Grace shrieked.

"That poor innocent child!" Hermione muttered gloomily, glowering at the Slytherin.

"Leave her alone," Neville said loudly.

"What Longbottom said," Blaise announced, wrapping an arm around her. "Before I hex the lot of you!"

"It was last year," she explained quietly, curling into herself. "I wasn't ready for a baby and was too ashamed to tell my parents. I couldn't tell anyone! Only Blaise, Draco, and Astoria, really. And the father, Theodore Nott. He was really supportive then, mind you. Before he turned into this great prick. We were never romantically involved, but he was so kind to me…" She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "That's beside the point. I went about hiding it as long as I could. I was near my second trimester when I decided to do it. The idea of going through with it seemed so silly to me. I couldn't let anyone find out. I was so worried about what other people would think of me so I just…got rid of the problem. Sometimes I regret it. Mostly I don't." She shrugged her shoulders. "But I've been around as far along as Harry, I think. And…I would love to help out, really."

"So you killed your unborn child because you were too scared of telling mummy and daddy?" Hermione spat.

"Granger, I swear to Merlin if you don't shut your trap…" Blaise warned.

"Blaise!" Draco hissed.

"Leave her alone!" Ginny growled.

"Then tell her to lay off of Daphne! She has no right to judge anyone at all," Blaise muttered, squeezing his friend.

"It's fine, Blaise," she said quietly. "Harry?"

"That would be fantastic!" he said gratefully. "Are you really sure you want to?"

"Of course," she said with a small smile. "Morag already said it would be better for almost everyone involved and I fit the description so…why not? I…I want to do this. It feels…good. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly," agreed Harry. The idea of a Transfer had seemed so perfect to him. Now the idea of Daphne being the surrogate was just as right in his mind.

"There is still a risk," Morag reminded them. "But this will give you all a better chance."

"Father found a lovely potion that will ward of wrackspurts," Luna offered. "We don't want anyone's minds going fuzzy during something like this."

"Speaking of which, who will perform the Transfer?" Demelza asked.

"Oh. I hadn't really thought of that," Harry said, scratching his head.

"Madam Pomfrey won't agree to it," Hermione said.

"Probably not," Cedric muttered.

"Ced?" Neville asked quietly. He hoped no one would hear him so there wouldn't be pressure on his boyfriend to do anything, but most people seemed to have either listened in or caught on from the way he was looking at the other wizard.

"Hey, that's a good idea! Cedric could do it!" Seamus exclaimed.

"Brilliant!" Ron said.

"Uh…Oh, I dunno," Cedric said with a frown. "I'm not a fully qualified Healer. I could get into trouble for doing it without a license!"

"Oh right," Harry said, frowning. "Hermione, Morag, do you think you would be able to perform the Transfer?"

"It's a difficult process," Hermione said.

"It's not even Hogwarts curriculum to learn about it, let alone how to perform it," Morag replied.

"Hermione, we made Polyjuice Potion our second year," Harry pointed out.

"You did?" Morag asked, sounding mildly impressed.

"Yes," Hermione said smugly.

"I…I dunno how good of an idea that would be. They have no medical training at all," Cedric pointed out.

"But if Madam Pomfrey won't do it, and you can't do it, then what other choice do I have? I don't trust going to just any healer about this," Harry said.

"Then maybe you shouldn't do it," Susan said.

"Yeah, Harry, you wouldn't want to take that chance, would you?" Neville said.

"I guess not," Harry said with a frown, heart sinking. He had made up his mind about this, knew it was his only real option, but, now, it was turning out they couldn't even do it? Taking no for an answer was the last thing he was willing to do, but what choice did he have? Transfers were complicated, magical medical procedures. Somehow, he had faith that Hermione could do it, maybe even with Morag's help. They were both brilliant, as well as talented. But they didn't seem so confident about it. No one did. They would never be willing.

"I…If we could keep it a secret…I could at least try," Cedric offered uncertainly. "I'll have to study it more, and even then there's no guarantee. But…Well, if you're serious about this…"

"I need to do this," Harry said pleadingly.

"Then…Well, I guess I'll research it. See if I can…maybe think I can do it," he said, scratching his head.

"I'll help," Neville assured him.

"I'll be there for the procedure, if you decide to do it," Hermione offered. "In case you need help."

"I might offer my services, as well, if you'd like," Morag volunteered.

"That…I could probably use all the help I can get," Cedric said, squeezing Neville's hand.

"Thank you. All of you," Harry said, looking around the room. Not everyone seemed on board with the idea, but he had more support than he imagined. The fact that Cedric was even willing to consider doing it was amazing. He felt a bit bad, as though they had pressured him into doing it, but he couldn't regret it. They had to do this.

It had taken a lot, but Ginny was sure she finally got Draco and Hermione to talk.

She started with Hermione that morning. It was the day after Harry's announcement. All of the issues that had taken place during the meeting assured Ginny that they needed to hash out all of their problems. So, she spent the night plotting ways to do so, with a great deal of input from Grace Potter, who had sneaked into the sixth year dorms.

So, when Ginny saw Hermione rushing to the library instead of to the Great Hall for breakfast, she followed. When the redhead caught up to her, Hermione glanced at her out of the corner of her eyes, suspicious already.

"Would you mind helping Draco with his homework later?" Ginny asked.

"Do what?" Hermione replied. "Haven't you been helping him?"

"I'm not doing a very good job. Plus, you're loads smarter than me," Ginny said. "Also, he's getting worried about the bond. I thought that maybe if you helped him study, it would help you both strengthen it or something. You can't say you haven't noticed your magic isn't as powerful as it was before."

"I…I hadn't, really," Hermione said, eyebrows scrunched as she recalled the past few months, trying to remember how she had been with her spellcasting. Not bad, she thought. But was she as strong as before?

Ginny raised an eyebrow. Had Hermione really not noticed? "Well, I'm worried about you both. We all know how bad things were for Harry and Snape. I just don't want you both to get to that point."

"I hadn't really thought…Is the bond suffering?" Hermione muttered, still unable to figure it out.

"Yes, it is," Ginny laughed. "But if you help him study, I'm sure you can fix it. You just haven't talked as much lately, is all."

"Right," Hermione said, frowning. "I didn't think that would…Oh but…Well, you're right. I mean…Shite. I guess we'll have to, then."

Ginny had known her friend was upset, but it surprised her that she really was so against spending time with Draco. Maybe she did blame him for what happened. Or she blamed herself and was too ashamed to face Draco. Whatever it was, they would have to fix it. Bringing up the bond was, apparently, enough to get Hermione to reluctantly agree.

The easier part was dealing with Draco. She only needed to remind him about their discussion before last night's meeting. They had to work on the bond. Or else. That wasn't to say it was an easy time convincing him.

"She hates me!" Draco exclaimed. "You saw how she was. She hates me."

"She already agreed to meet with you. To help you with your homework," Ginny pointed out.

"Did she? She probably just wants to yell at me," he muttered.

"No," Ginny laughed. "I let her know that the bond was at stake. She might be stubborn, but she won't let anything mess up the bond. I know it."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"She's not going to yell at me? Or hex me?"

"No! Merlin, Draco."

"What? I just…it really looked like she despised me."

"She's just upset still. It doesn't have anything to do with you."

"How do you know?"

"I just know, okay?"

"I'm not sure I believe you."

"Draco!"

"Okay, fine. I'll…I'll meet with her. But if she attacks me…"

"You'll get over it."

"Thanks."

As she walked away from her boyfriend, Ginny was feeling very pleased and accomplished. It wasn't until she was sitting in her first class of the day, Muggle Studies, that she began to worry. How would the meeting go? That whole morning she found herself anxiously waiting for the time she could pester one of them about how it had gone before realizing they probably wouldn't have a chance to talk until that afternoon, or even that night.

During her first break of the day, Ginny raced to the dungeons, hoping to run into Draco or Hermione after their Potions class. Most of them had gone, though she couldn't remember seeing either of them on her way there. They hadn't skipped class, had they? A peek into the classroom showed Blaise and Neville still packing up their belongings while Harry and Snape were at the head desk, sharing a whispered conversation. Probably arranging their meeting for the night. Poor Harry. Snape glanced up at her with a nasty look that Ginny returned. Ruddy git.

"Ginny? What brings you to this part of the castle?" Blaise asked as he headed out of the door past her.

"Was looking for Draco," Ginny replied. "Seen him?"

"Sure. Left ten minutes ago," Blaise explained. "Didn't see much, mind you. I was too busy actually doing my work. But Hermione ran out of class. She was either upset or sick. Too many conflicting stories going around. Then Draco ran after her."

"Oh," Ginny said with a frown. "Well, I guess I could…"

"Think we could talk for a minute? You don't have a class, do you?"

"Nah. Not for another few hours," Ginny replied.

"Good," Blaise said with a grin. "Follow me, then."

The Slytherin seemed very excited about whatever it was so, with Draco and Hermione momentarily forgotten, she eagerly followed him. Blaise moved quickly, walking out of the castle to an area of stone benches and tables to just one side of the castle. Only one of the other tables was occupied by Romilda Vane, Demelza Robins, and Grace Potter, who all appeared to be arguing about something or another, but were too far away for them to hear. Ginny eyed them curiously as she slid onto the circular bench on the opposite side of Blaise, slinging her bag onto the table.

"I know we sort of decided against it to start with, and that your parents were very against it, but I was thinking that maybe we should bond," Blaise said quickly. His dark eyes were lit up, lips barely managing to keep a straight line instead of curling up.

Ginny smiled bemusedly for a moment, slowly shaking her head. "What? I'm only sixteen."

"And?" Blaise asked. "Look, most, but not all bonds, have laws about what ages you must be to participate in them. There are no laws about the Soul Bond because some people question whether or not it's even possible. Also, because it's rarely even used. So, while your parents might not like it, they don't really have to agree for you to do it. Just think about it! Everyone's doing it for the war effort, so we might as well, too."

"Yes, but you see how well that's going," Ginny muttered. "Harry and Snape are going to lose us this war if they can't learn to work together. Draco and Hermione have been messed up since losing the baby. Even Ron and Hannah's bond has been questionable with all of the fighting they've been doing. Sirius and Remus were also been having issues last I heard!"

"Yeah, but that's them," Blaise said, waving them off. "They aren't taking care of the bond. But what about everyone else? The Potters have been alright, haven't they? Cedric and Neville's bond is phenomenal! Daphne and Weasley seem to be fine. Then Luna and Morgan…"

"Morag," Ginny corrected.

"Yeah, her, have been good," Blaise said. "And Luna's your age, isn't she?"

"Yes," Ginny said slowly.

"See, then? It'll be fine," Blaise assured her.

"We can't know that."

"Well, obviously not. But, hey, we've seen the good, the bad, and the ugly of the bonds. We know what's waiting for us and how to handle it."

Ginny bit her lip, taking a moment to think by glancing around the grounds. The trio of girls not far from them had stopped fighting with each other, moving on to Grace and Demelza ganging up on Romilda. Further off, she saw black dots in the sky flying over the Quidditch pitch and a couple snogging under a nearby tree.

She couldn't believe Blaise had brought this up. Honestly, she had nearly forgotten they were soul mates! They had become very good friends but so had Draco and Hermione at one point, before things soured. It wasn't like you could break the Soul Bond. If things got hard, you really had no choice but to find some way of making things right with your mate or suffer the consequences. It was a huge commitment, one with too many bad angles. The Soul Bond had seemed good in theory, but now that it had been in practice, it looked awful. Whoever had invented the thing had clearly been insane.

There were a few good examples of the Soul Bond. Neville and Cedric seemed to be the biggest success story. Neville mentioned how, at the last Order meeting, there had been nothing but praise for them. Well deserved, she had to admit. But even they could, possibly, find themselves in conflict one day. The bond couldn't play with your emotions. Not to any real extent. It couldn't force you to behave. It only gave very good incentive to do that. But the bond itself was no puppet master and Ginny could see how much effort one had to put into it to let it grow.

It was scary. And, really, thinking about it, she was glad she hadn't agreed to it when they found out.

"I dunno, Blaise," Ginny finally said.

The happiness in his eyes had faded by now, making her feel bad. But not bad enough to back down, though. Ginny sat taller, determined to do what she thought was best.

"At least think about it, okay?" he pleaded.

"I have thought about it," she argued.

"Really think about it. At least give it a week or something," Blaise begged.

She sighed heavily, tapping the tips of her fingers on the tabletop. Everything in her was screaming 'NO!' but it didn't seem fair to not give his suggestion a shot. Why not think of it some more? At least with time she could organize a better argument for her stance. "Alright, I'll think about it."

"Great," he said, forcing a smile. "Was it urgent, whatever you needed Draco for? Or can he wait a bit? I've wanted to try out this new card game my mum sent me."

"Hmm. He can wait, I suppose," Ginny said, glancing around again, half hoping to find him. No such luck. Finding him now seemed pointless, as she doubted he and Hermione had their talk yet. If Blaise was right and they had been together after Potions, then they could, hopefully, be having it now. "Show me this game."

Draco wasn't sure what had happened to Hermione in Potions but she looked either ill or upset, possibly both. The moment she darted out of class, both hands covering her face, Draco had run after her. She ran right into the nearest lavatory, which Draco was hesitant to enter. After a few minutes of internal debates, he decided to go in, only to be scolded by Ravenclaw Sue Li and Gryffindor Fay Dunbar. Being Head Boy, he was tempted to say something back to them, but figuring it that it was the girl's lavatory as well as that evil look in Fay's eyes, he simply backed out, pink-faced, and leaned back against the wall, waiting. Not long after that, the Patil twins entered with Lavender Brown, chatting amiably, followed shortly by Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode, who sneered at him. A few minutes after that, Mandy Brocklehurst and Lisa Turpin went in, shooting him funny looks, with a very ill Hannah Weasley on their heels followed by the ever concerned Susan Bones and Megan Jones right behind her. Draco was very curious as to how they all fit in there, as the lavatory hadn't looked all that big the few minutes he had been inside of it. He heard loud voices, and was slightly disturbed that girls would talk to each other while doing their business. He certainly didn't want to have meaningful conversations while taking a leak.

Ten minutes later, the door burst open as Lisa flew out, Mandy running after her. Tracey and Millicent were cackling madly as they followed, wands drawn. Draco raised an eyebrow as the Slytherins chased the poor Ravenclaws down the corridor. Next were the Patil twins and Lavender Brown, reeking of beauty products as they skipped off. The Hufflepuffs were minutes after them, Susan and Megan leading her down the hallway.

Oddly enough, those who had been in there the longest were the last to leave. About forty five minutes after his arrival, Sue Li and Fay Dunbar left, both glowering at him as they went. What the bloody hell did girls do in there? Was Hermione even in there or had she managed to escape, unnoticed, with one of the other groups? He was tempted to look in the lavatory again, but was worried other girls he hadn't noticed entering would be standing around, just waiting to bark at him. By the time an hour had passed he was too worried to care, and cautiously opened the door.

Hermione was at the sink, splashing water onto her pink face. The redness and puffiness of her eyes told Draco exactly what she had been up to. "Er…'Mione?"

"I'll be out in a moment," she said, voice dull and cold enough to give him chill bumps.

He returned to his original waiting spot, not sure that this was the right time for any kind of conversation. Not the sort they needed to have, that Ginny wanted them to have, anyway. Draco banged his head back against the wall. It didn't matter all that much. He did want to make sure she was okay, though. Even if he had to postpone today's plans in favor of giving Hermione time to recoup.

Hermione walked out two minutes later, head held high, looking for all the world as if nothing was wrong. Only the evidence of her crying ruined the image.

"You okay?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. Just not feeling well today, I guess," she replied, voice stronger than it had been earlier.

Draco nodded. "Need to go to the infirmary?"

"No. It's fine. Just…Fuck. Missed Potions," Hermione muttered.

"It'll be fine. Snape was probably glad you didn't vomit in the cauldron or something," Draco shrugged.

Hermione snorted. "As if. He probably would have told me to aim elsewhere or hold it in or something."

Draco chuckled. "More than likely."

She nodded, stood awkwardly for a moment then started down the corridor. Draco frowned as he followed after her. "Do you need to talk?"

"About what?"

"Whatever's upsetting you?"

"Nothing's upsetting me."

"Don't lie to me. Please," Draco said. "Is this about the baby?"

"Merlin! Would you shut up?" Hermione snapped. "Why does everyone keep bringing that up?"

"Because you never do?" he suggested quietly.

"For good reason! Just leave it alone, Draco."

"He was my son, too, you know!"

"Was he? You never seemed too concerned about that while he was alive!" she growled.

Draco cringed. Honestly, he hadn't been the ideal father. The child hadn't been born, though. Not yet anyway. She had still been in the early stages of her pregnancy. He had time to get better, didn't he? All he had wanted was time to adjust, to let it all sink in, time to be a bit of a jerk before committing himself to the role of parent. He felt awful about how he had been, how much he steered away from thinking about the baby. Sadly, he put more thought into that child and his possible future now that he was gone then he had when he had been growing, living in Hermione's womb. The boy had been stripped away from the world before he had the chance to experience anything, before Draco had the chance to do right by them.

"I cared about him. I was just scared," Draco admitted.

"Yes, well, now you don't have to be," she said coldly.

"Hermione!"

She stalked off ahead of him angrily. For a moment, Draco stood there, considering just letting her go. With Ginny's words in his head, however, he, eventually, got his feet to move, running after her. When he managed to catch up, walking by her side, he took a moment to catch his breath while she fumed beside him.

"It's not my fault," he finally told her. Even if he felt like it was, logically, he knew it wasn't. It had just happened.

"And it's mine?" she demanded furiously.

"No. It's theirs," he said. "The Death Eaters. They did this. But stop antagonizing me. This happened to us."

"This happened to me," she hissed. "Stay away from me. This isn't going to work."

"What isn't?"

"This. Trying to be friends again. It won't."

"But we have to. The bond…"

"Can go to hell."

"We can't exactly get rid of it. We're stuck with it so we have to make the best of it! I really don't want to deal with what Harry and Snape have to. Or had to. Or whatever it is now."

"Neither do I. But I also don't want to deal with you."

Draco cringed, feeling as though he had been slapped across the face. Pain crept into his heart, as though it was being squeezed too tightly by some unseen force. She was strangling it, gripping tighter with every nasty word. After taking a minute to compose himself, he went on. "We don't really have a choice, do we? We're sort of stuck together."

"Great," she muttered sarcastically.

"Look, I just want to help."

"There's nothing you can do. I don't need your help anyway."

"Yes, you do. You're not dealing with this like you're supposed to."

"Is there a manual for how I'm supposed to deal with this?" she growled.

Draco grimaced, mentally berating himself for being so stupid. Nothing he said was coming out the way he meant it to. "No. I just mean…You should probably talk about it. Let your friends try to make things better."

"Nothing will make this better," she said. "Look, I know we need to work on the bond. But if we do, you can't keep doing this. I can't deal with it. Just…give me today. I'll help you with your studying tomorrow. If you can keep quiet about all of this and just focus on the future, what we should be doing. If you actually want this to work, that is."

"Of course I do. Just…"

"Good," she said, turning a corner and walking quickly away. By the way she moved, Draco figured there would be no more conversation, no more letting him catch up, nothing but her continuing to get as far from him as possible right now.

"You have to stop running eventually!" he shouted after her.

She didn't say anything, only continued to walk away.

Right before lunch, Neville headed to the infirmary to meet Cedric. While Madam Pomfrey helped her trainee with a patient, he stood by the door waiting patiently. From the sound of their conversation, he figured it was a potions accident gone very wrong. Mentions of singed off eyebrows and eyelashes were normal enough, but when they started to talk about having to get a particular potion to 'reset his face', he tried to tune them out. It was hard to do. The more they discussed the problem, the more Neville could imagine a poor bloke with his chin too far to the right, mouth and eyes each occupying their own cheek, nose on his forehead, an ear on top of his head and one where his chin should have been.

"We're going to have to let it sit for a few hours," Madam Pomfrey was saying, walking out from behind the curtain.

"Has this ever happened before?" Cedric asked, following her.

"At this school? Only a few times before. I doubt we'll see a case like this again anytime soon."

"Sounds like a bit of a blessing," Neville muttered.

Madam Pomfrey's eyes narrowed as she overheard him. "I wouldn't count those blessings just yet, Mr. Longbottom. There have been numerous strange cases coming in and out of my care. Need we mention the exploding cauldron of 1993?"

Neville paled at the memory. He had been hairless for a year while his skin had been purple for a month! Even after that, his skin still retained hints of purple for several months.

"Sorry, madam," Neville murmured.

"Quite alright. Now, shoo, the both of you. Enjoy your lunch."

"We'll try," Neville whispered, walking out of the room. Already his palms were feeling sweaty, pulse racing, and feeling so lightheaded he was worried he could fall over at any moment. While he knew he was ready for this, it was still nerve-wracking. Merlin, he couldn't hold Cedric's hand like this! His own was all gross now. Quickly, he wiped them on the sides of his robes while Cedric watched on in amusement.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked quietly.

"P-positive," Neville said.

"That didn't sound too positive," Cedric laughed.

"No, it's fine," Neville said, taking in a deep breath. "Doesn't make this easy, you know. But I want to do this."

"As do I," Cedric assured him, wearing his most charming smile. Seeing it allowed Neville to relax somewhat. "Ready?" With that word he extended his hand.

And Neville took it. Without hesitation, he pressed his hand into his boyfriend's, linking their fingers together, giving a squeeze. Cedric grinned broadly then leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. It was impossible not to smile in response then jerk his head in the direction of the Great Hall. Cedric nodded then began walking in that direction, Neville following along on shaky legs. His stomach still churned, still concerned over the reaction that would meet them, but he wasn't alone and he found new confidence and strength in that knowledge.

Since lunch had already begun, they didn't meet anyone for a few minutes. But, as they reached the ground floor, the doors of the Great Hall in sight, they met a few people lingering just outside of it. One small group was made up of Draco, Ginny, Blaise, and Daphne who looked at them, surprised, for a few seconds before breaking out in smiles, giving encouraging nods, thumbs up, and a blown kiss from Daphne. A third year Hufflepuff who was hiccupping violently was walking out of the doors, staring in shock as he passed at their clasped hands. A few of the other students lingering were a few fifth year Ravenclaw boys with two fourth year girls, a Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff.

"Oh my God!" gasped the Gryffindor.

"What are they doing?" whispered one of the Ravenclaws.

Neville was starting to wish he could disappear, but held his head high as he walked with Cedric just past the group. They were all frowning, all staring critically, a few nodding stiffly at them in greeting. He took a deep breath, but it didn't offer any relief. As bad as that was, he was tempted to pull back, to stand there and accept their judgmental looks, because the idea now of entering the Great Hall was terrifying. But he couldn't turn back now. He had to do this.

When they walked in, no one seemed to pay them any mind at first. He half expected everyone to turn and stare at them as they walked in. The student body, however, was too immersed in their food and friends to look their direction. Only a few of the teachers noticed. Professor McGonagall only seemed mildly surprised, nudging the headmaster and nodding in their direction. Dumbledore glanced up at them with a kind smile of his own that eased a few of his most troublesome nerves. Trelawney was nodding knowingly at them, whispering to a grim-faced Vector and wide eyed Sinistra.

As they walked in between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables to find a seat, people began noticing more. Lavender Brown immediately pulled on Parvati's arm, turning her friend to stare at them. Romilda Vane gave them the nastiest look she could muster. Leanne Hart of Hufflepuff blinked furiously at them, as though expecting the image to change. Ernie Macmillan nudged Justin Finch-Fletchley and Zacharias Smith on either side of him, laughing harshly while Zacharias looked angry. Only Justin shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating.

On either side of them, their own houses gaped, pointed, stared, whispered, laughed, shook their heads, and nudged one another, emotions ranging from shocked to disappointed or even angry. The more rare reactions seemed to be the ridicule shown by Ernie and the acceptance shown by Justin. Halfway between the tables he could sense the other Houses standing up to get a look at them, being informed by those nearest them of the two wizards holding hands.

"Nev! Ced! Over here!" Seamus called out when the Hall grew louder, more and more people watching them and talking about them. He stood up at one end of the table, waving them over. Neville began walking faster, pulling his soul mate along, trying all the while not to break out into a run.

There were two open seats in front of Seamus that he pointed to that they gratefully took. Seamus began shoveling food into his mouth again while Demelza sat beside them with a sympathetic smile. On her other side was Dean, who kept glancing between them and his food, sometimes to Seamus, as though he wasn't sure what to think. Eloise Midgen, beside Neville, scooted as far away from him as she could, her face bright red.

"You should try this chicken!" Seamus announced after swallowing. "They must have done something special to it 'cause it's never tasted better!"

"Sounds great. Thanks," Cedric said, giving Neville's hand a small squeeze. "You alright?"

"I'm great," Neville lied, voice sounding squeakier than he intended.

"So…Uh…How long have you two…?" Dean asked, gesturing between them.

"Been together? A few months now," Cedric replied.

"Oh," Dean said.

"Feel free to leave, Eloise," Demelza said dryly. "No one's making you stay. Really, if you want to make an arse out of yourself, go right ahead, but there are plenty of seats available somewhere else."

"It's unnatural," Eloise muttered as she stood up.

"Your rotten attitude towards good people is unnatural!" Demelza snapped as Eloise hurried off.

"That was great, Elza!" Seamus exclaimed, slapping her on the arm.

"Do you need to go, too, Dean?" Demelza asked stiffly.

"I didn't do anything," Dean muttered, glaring at her.

"No, b…"

"Shhh. Eat," Seamus said, nudging her. "He's not as bad as the rest of them."

"I guess not," she muttered.

"Say, you doing alright there, Neville?" Seamus asked, taking another large bite of chicken.

Neville barely heard him. He felt so hot, dizzy, and uncomfortable. And the more people stared, whispering, the worse it got. This had not been a good idea. He shook his head. No, it had been a great idea. Why should he have to hide who he was? It was bad now, but people would eventually get used to it. There wasn't exactly any turning back now. He was going to have to deal with it. Somehow.

A girl his year with long brown hair and blue-violet eyes slid into the seat Eloise had vacated. Fay was in his year, though they hadn't spoken to each other much before. Once seated, she leaned in to give Neville a hug he wasn't quite expecting. Quite a few people turned to stare at her as she did so then gave him a peck on the cheek when she pulled back.

"It'll be okay," Fay told him, then handed him a sheet of parchment. On it was a saying written in block letters outlined in purple ink filled in by zig-zagged lines in green ink. Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind – Dr. Seuss. Surrounding the words were quickly sketched designs of hearts, stars, smiley faces, and her signature at the very bottom. Fay Dunbar. There were also two animated drawings; a balloon that floated up and down the picture. Beneath the words was a badly drawn cat that walked back and forth beneath it, tail flicking up to touch the letters occasionally.

"Wh…who is Dr. S…sss…eh…uh…"

"Ssssssooooooosssssss!" Fay said slowly. "Dr. Seuss! He's a Muggle who wrote a lot of kid books my mum used to read to me and my brother all the time. My mum gave me the quote a few years ago when I was having problems. When I saw all the trouble you were having, I thought of it so I drew this real quick. He was a really smart man, you know."

"I…Yeah, that makes sense," Neville said, reading the words again. Of everything, he really had not expected this to happen. To be approached by a girl he barely talked to, having some conversation about a Muggle doctor who wrote children stories.

"But you see…I dunno. Thought it might make you feel better. If anyone's mean to you then you should just ignore them because they don't even matter," she said, pointing to the words. "If you ever need someone to talk to, let me know. Both of you."

"Thank you so much," Cedric said, reaching a hand out behind Neville towards her. "I'm Cedric Diggory."

"Oh, I know!" she giggled, shaking his hand. "Fay Dunbar."

"You wanna eat with us, Fay?" Demelza asked kindly.

"Oh, I…Well, sure," Fay said with a smile.

Neville read the quote a few more times, letting it sink in. He figured her advice was easier said than done. Really, though, most of his real friends had already announced their acceptance of the fact. And the people he cared about really should be the only ones who mattered. It didn't make dealing with all of the judgment any easier. But it was still a very nice, unexpected gesture.

"Oh…Thanks. I really like this," Neville said, carefully sliding the parchment into his bag.

There was a lot of silent communication between the others while Neville ate his food. The harder he tried to ignore the attention, the more he couldn't help but notice it. It was only when Seamus directly asked him a question about Herbology that was he able to focus on something else. Cedric shot him a grateful look. And, as the he became more involved with the group, Neville felt a bit lighter. Time spent conversing with his friends made it easy to forget, if only for a little while, the trouble brewing outside of their group.

While his friends enjoyed lunch in the Great Hall, Harry was sharing a private meal with Snape. After Potions, the man had pulled him aside to say they would be unable to meet at their usual time due to a mandatory staff meeting. Harry rejoiced internally for only a moment before Snape bitterly informed him that Dumbledore still wanted them to work together, so set it up so that they could have lunch in the dungeons.

Really, as much as he dreaded these times with the man, they weren't as bad as they used to be. The worst part of today was that he was already eager for tomorrow to come. It was the day they would be having sex again and it was Snape's turn to top! Harry had been so horny these past few weeks that realizing he wanted to have sex with the greasy bastard hardly bothered him anymore. It was only more difficult to get through these conversations with sex on his mind, especially since Snape wanted to talk about it.

Following useless questions about favorite classes and teachers, what Harry's were now and what Snape's had been as a student, the man smirked then asked, "And how many people have you slept with, Potter?"

Harry blinked. "What?"

"How many people have you fucked?"

"Oh. Um. You," Harry said, shaking his head. "Why?"

"There have been rumors of you and Black," Snape said with an innocent shrug, though the malicious glimmer in his black eyes told a different story.

"There are what?" Harry gasped. "But he's…he's my godfather!"

"And of no close blood relation," Snape shrugged.

"Is there really a rumor about that?" Harry demanded.

"Really, Potter, you do visit the man more than is normal," Snape replied.

"But…Don't people know he's my godfather?"

"I doubt many people spend quite so much time with their godparents."

"But…that's…What about you? I spend just as much time with you!"

"Yes. But who in their right mind would imagine we're shagging?"

Harry shook his head. Then, as the irony set in, he couldn't help but laugh. "Wow. Merlin, do they really?"

"I don't believe it's a very popular idea," Snape said, taking a sip of his wine. "Honestly, I only overheard a sarcastic remark made by Theodore Nott about how you must be putting out for him. So, perhaps, 'rumor' is a bit of a strong word."

"You're an arse, you know that?" Harry laughed, shaking his head.

Snape raised an eyebrow as he took another bite of his food, then a sip of his wine. Meanwhile, Harry tried to imagine a real rumor that he was sleeping with Sirius. Yuck. Besides, Sirius was too busy fucking Lucius Malfoy and Aurora Sinistra. Harry once even overheard him complaining to Remus about having a drunken one night stand with Rolanda Hooch. Plus, Sirius was old enough to be his father!

Though so was the Potions Master. And he had also had sex with Lucius Malfoy. But that was something Harry preferred to forget about. Besides, he had no choice but to sleep with Snape.

"Fourteen," Snape said.

"Huh?"

Snape rolled his eyes. "You normally return my questions back to me, so I was answering, as you have forgotten to ask. I have slept with fourteen people."

"Fourteen?" Harry gasped without thinking. "But you…I just mean…Fourteen? Wow."

His soul mate glowered at him. "Yes, Potter, fourteen. There are the desperate closeted homosexuals such as Lucius Malfoy who get it from a man where they can. Though, I assure you, not all of my sexual partners have been as popular as Lucius, Regulus, and yourself." He sounded bitter about this, causing Harry to flinch and mentally berate himself for being so insensitive. "Unattractive people don't tend to mind sexual relations with other unattractive people. Sometimes one must seduce those too drunk to care. So, contrary to popular belief, I have maintained a rather healthy sex life."

"Err…Right," Harry said uncomfortably, face burning pink as he quickly stuffed his sandwich into his mouth.

"Favorite sexual position?"

Harry choked on his food. Swallowing quickly, he gulped down his pumpkin juice, shifting uncomfortably where he sat as his trousers became tighter. How was he supposed to answer that? The truth was too embarrassing. He liked it most when Snape topped and, even more strange, when he was on his back. There was just something about the way their sweaty bodies pressed together, Snape's face buried in his neck, clutching at each other desperately as the man drilled into him that was mind-blowingly spectacular. Or even when Snape held his legs pressed to his chest, gripping his thighs tightly, as Harry held the pillow in a death grip, holding on for dear life as the man plowed into him, listening to his animalistic grunts, feeling sweat dripping onto him from the man's brow, the way his face twisted up in ecstasy, and the moment towards the end when Snape swooped down to kiss him deeply, swallowing his every scream as he came between them. The more the mental images flew through his mind, the more he moved around, avoiding eye contact with the man.

What he wanted to tell him was a lie. That he liked it best when Snape was on his knees sucking him or when he could fuck Snape from behind without having to see his ugly face. It was mean, though, and they couldn't do that to each other now. Even without worrying about the bond, Harry wasn't sure he wanted to be an arse to him.

So he settled on, "I'm a teenager. All sex is good to me."

"Hmmm," Snape said, watching him closely. Harry didn't think the man believed him, which made him all the more embarrassed. But he sat tall, determined to stick to his story.

"So…erm…What's yours?" Harry asked, eager to move on.

"I enjoy being inside of you, Harry," Snape said quietly, voice taking on that seductive edge that could have lured the straightest of men into his bed. That tone shot straight to his groin, making him shiver. He swallowed hard. How on earth was he supposed to get through the rest of this meeting if Snape kept talking that way?

"That's…that's it?"

"Oh? You want a more detailed picture?" Snape asked. "Well, then, I must oblige. I can admit seeing you on your hands and knees does have its advantages. But I most prefer pinning you to my bed, flat on your back with your legs high in the air. I love to fuck you, Mr. Potter. Feeling your body clench around me, as though begging me to stay. You're very tight, you know? More so than most of my sexual partners. But what I like most is being able to watch you. If you knew half of the things you did in the throes of passion you would die of shame." The man smirked evilly. "You love being fucked. I can hear it in your moans, and I can see it in your eyes. And I can feel it in the way your walls clamp down around me, the way you wind your legs around me, how your hands grip at every bit of flesh they come in contact with. Your passion for being fucked rivals that of Lucius Malfoy which, I assure you, is no easy feat. He's the biggest cock slut I ever have seen."

"Shite," Harry mumbled, clutching the cushions of the couch as Snape's words settled over him. He might have been more worried about how obvious he was about liking to bottom was he not so distracted by his imagination. The band around his wrist felt too restrictive. As did all of his clothes. How much time did they have for lunch? Could they manage a quick shag before their next class?

"Tell me, Mr. Potter. Do you like being fucked?" Snape asked.

"It's…it's alright," Harry said breathlessly, willing his arousal to go away. "So…um…babies. I need to talk to you about the babies."

With the decision made last night, he fully intended to tell Snape today about the Transfer. He had been too nervous to do so when the meeting started, but now was the perfect time! Focusing so much on sex was going to get him into trouble. What better cock block than to bring up his pregnancy?

Already Snape's eyes darkened. "I thought I made it clear that I did not wish to hear of your offspring."

"Our offspring," Harry reminded him.

"Unless you have decided to abort them, I don't…"

"I'm not having an abortion."

"Then I don't want to know."

"But I…"

"I will not claim those little bastards you are carrying, Potter, so you would do well to leave the matter alone. They are yours, therefore anything regarding them is your decision. Kindly leave me out of it," Snape said. The man struggled to keep his words and tone as polite as possible, but the effort was clear. As was the burning anger in his eyes.

Harry banged his head back against the couch in frustration. The Potions Master refused to even listen to him! He should have known the subject would be unwelcome, but he felt it was something Snape needed to know. But maybe it didn't really matter. Snape made it clear he would have nothing to do with their children so, maybe, he should just give up trying to involve him at all. It certainly wasn't worth the risk of messing up their bond.

Clearing his throat, Harry changed tracks. "So, have you read any new books lately?"

Snape still glared at him, but settled down as he responded. "I don't have time for leisure reading."

When the man didn't return with another question, obviously still fuming about his gall to bring up the taboo subject, Harry went on. "I heard Jack Sloper had an accident in Potions today."

Listening to Snape rant about the idiocy of his fifth year Gryffindor-Hufflepuff class was preferable to having the man shouting at him. Besides, it was actually amusing when the man wasn't insulting him or his friends. Words like 'dunderheads' and 'eternal detention' came up, as well as a very grotesque description of what Jack Sloper looked like when Romilda Vane helped him to the infirmary. Things remained tense for the remainder of lunch, but Harry saw it as a good sign of their progress that Snape didn't snap at him for the rest of the meeting.

Author's Note: I had way too much fun with this chapter, I'll admit! It's also the fastest I've updated in a while, I believe! So excited! I hope you liked it! If you did, please review! Thanks to all of you who DO review! And an even bigger thanks to my amazingly wonderful beta Dani for putting up with me and fixing my stupid mistakes! Woo-hoo!
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