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The Uneventful Story

By: Snowflake Imp

Rated: R

Chapter 05

Disclaimer: I don�t
see why can�t I own this series. I
mean, I already get all the credit for the books and movies, plus all the money
that comes from all the franchising ..and�wait�..ah shit�.no I don�t.

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�Oh, Alex!�

Alex Grace tilted his head, looking at her from the corner
of his eyes. �Hermione?�

Her heart jolted a little.
Okay okay, screeching out his name and looking like a deer caught in
headlights may have startled the man.

Regroup.

She coughed and waved her hand at him, dismissing the
previous awkwardness. �Sorry Alex, I
was thinking about a�.a�.�

Think woman, THINK!

�Oh, that new Charles Gassiger book, you know, that one
about the mother that�s only alive at night, and her son�you�.know? I was so immersed in thought�for a second I
uh�..yes��

oh�.that was�..mediocre.
That gets a 4.5 on the bullshit meter.

At first she didn�t know if it would even fly, he DID look a
bit skeptical. She felt the distinct
fear-moisture gathering at her brow.
Then his face brightened.

�Oh, that ridiculous horror that�s set in Africa?� he
chuckled, melting her heart. He gave
her an amused, incredulous look. �I
heard rumors that you read everything, but I thought you�d have better things
to do than read Gassigers.�

Hermione laughed.
Later, she would realize it was the first time she felt completely
natural around him. And�.it felt nice.

�Well, it sounds like you read it yourself, Alex,� she said,
giving him a wry smile.

�I read the book review in the Daily Prophet, like a normal
wizard,� he said with a grin. �Have you
read a decent book lately, like Maira Devount�s?�

�Oh�yes, yes I have!� she said, ecstatic that he, anybody,
had a book interest, just like her.
�Did you read the original French or the translation?�

�Actually, I felt the English transferred a lot of the
nuances from the original version�.�

They must have stood there a good 20, 30 minutes chatting
amiably; some might even call it excitedly.
Everything just flowed organically and it was just the kind of
conversation she loved: witty, informed, warm.
Of all the years she had known him, never had she seen such a side to
him. Never had he acted this close to
her.

Why can�t you always look at me like this?

Just as there was an impasse from laughing at a quote of
particularly humorous passage, Hermione interjected, �Alex? I�m sorry, did you want to talk to me about
something?�

�I did, actually,� he said, his bright blue eyes
softening. �I wanted to apologize for
earlier - I�m afraid it didn�t come off quite as I intended.�

Hermione swore her face turned beet-red. Whatever he wanted to apologize for, just
his face alone would have been suffice.

�R-really? For
what?� she said faintly, barely even remembering her age or place of birth,
much less anything he could have said.

�For what I said earlier, about how you shouldn�t be
here.� Oh yeah. That did sting. �What I meant was, you shouldn�t waste your holiday fretting
about work. If anything went wrong, I
would have taken care of it for you.�

Oh sweet merciful Merlin.
This man is beautiful.

�No no, I didn�t take offense!� Liar. �It�s not
like I don�t trust your abilities, Alex � �
Saying his name, addressing him, is heaven � �I just don�t
trust�.him.� Thinking about
Draco put a bitter taste in her mouth.

�Who, Draco Malfoy?
They say he�s highly competent, and he�s moved up in ranks rather
quickly�� Alex trailed off, perplexed.
Hermione sighed.

�Actually, I should edit my last remark. I�I didn�t trust him. But now that I think about it,� she cringed,
hoping to high heaven that he wasn�t within hearing range, ��he�s the best one
for the job. I have no doubt about that.�

Damn her honesty. No
matter how much she disliked Malfoy, it just didn�t feel right making him out
to be an incompetent buffoon when he obviously wasn�t.

He gave her another heart-stopping grin. �Then why did you sound so depressed saying
it?�

She smiled, suddenly tired. �We�ve been sometimes called
rivals. It�s hard to give that man compliments.�

He laughed at that but this time, stabs of pain went into
her heart accompanied by sheer ecstasy.
They chatted a bit more and she told him she had to run so she could do
some grocery shopping. As she was
leaving, he called out to her, �Hermione.�

She turned, her face flush.

�Remember to lend me that book,� he said warmly.

She smiled brightly and continued on her way out. If she stayed still for a few more moments,
she would have seen one Draco Malfoy standing in the hallway, hidden from view
until Alex also exited the room.

He stared in their direction leaning against the wall, one
hand in his pocket, his eyes hard.

Then he too, turned and left.

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Diary Entry No. 51, Vol. V

As much as I feel like a jumper-clad schoolgirl going
through her first love, I think I�m old enough to know that not everything is
fairy-tale perfect. It�s times like
these I sometimes wish I were I bit thick.
You know?

I�ve known Alex for years, and the interaction we�ve had in
the past few days are more than all those years combined. And this is after I find out he�s with
someone gorgeous? After I�ve pretty
much decided to give up on him? It�it�.

It bloody hurts.

Why couldn�t things have remained the same? Then I wouldn�t know how his eyes glow when
he smiles, or how white his teeth are or�.how good it feels to be seen as
someone interesting. Not as an encyclopedia. Or worse�.mousy know-it-all Granger that
wears granny panties and as androgynous as a snail and just as pretty.

Now what do I do? Do
I delude myself into thinking I have a chance?

Or should I just give up at the one thing that�s made my
heart sing this special song?

��bollocks, I should give up. Did I really just write, �made my heart sing this special
song�? This is the type of lovesick
drivel I swore to myself I�d avoid.

I don�t know. I
just�..don�t know.

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Work the next day was going pretty smoothly, to Hermione�s
surprise. Everybody seemed to be
settled in and she was getting a lot of work done. Even interacting with Malfoy was uneventful. They had to exchange a few papers and
discuss a few expenses, but it was all so clinical and business-like she
would�ve swore she was dealing with a man wearing a Draco Malfoy costume. At the thought of Madame Madkins having a
rack of drooping, Draco Malfoy skins hanging in the back made her giggle.

�What�s so funny?�

Hermione turned quickly, controlling herself. �Hullo Alex, what are you doing here?�

�The Minister wanted to make sure everything is going
smoothly. Are you alright?� He ran his hair through his short brown
hair. Hermione tried her best to keep
from swooning.

�Yes, everything�s fine.
Oh that reminds me, I have to talk to Arthur about that stupid Ministry
gala,� she mused, looking over her day-planner.

�It�s soon, isn�t it,� he said. �Do you have anyone in mind as a date?�

She stared at him, incredulous. Did he just ask her that?
Did he just ask her that? Her mind whirled quickly, realizing there were two paths to
take. In a split second, she chose.

How can you ask me that?

�I-I . . actually
don�t, but um�I�m actually thinking about not going this year,� she said
quietly, refusing to meet his eyes. Her
heart was pounding, knowing that whatever he said next would seal her decision.

�It�s okay not to bring a date Hermione,� he said gently,
sitting down next to her. �I�ve
actually never had a date to it until this year.�

And like that, her heart cracked.

You are cruel.

She managed to smile weakly. �Thank you, but that�s not reason. I actually was thinking about going to Prague to do some research.� Before he could say anymore, she continued
quickly, �I better get to Arthur, but help yourself to some scones.� She motioned to the plate on her desk.

As she was walking, she felt broken but�.calm. She turned and said a little bit more
firmly, �Oh, and your book is in my bag if you want it. But if you damage it, I damage you,
yeah?� She flashed him a cheeky smile.

Your naivety is so cruel.

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As she turned the corner, she choked back a sob, bringing
her hand to cover her mouth. Her other
arm clutched her stomach, as if her very innards were to spill. She knew he was taken. She had decided to give up on this whole
ridiculous ordeal the second he asked her that question so innocently.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid

God, it hurt more than she thought. More than when she saw him with her on the
streets that day. And why? Because she had a taste of what she could
never have? Her eyes burned with the
tears threatening to spill.

Pull yourself together, she hissed to herself. You are stronger than this. You�ve been through worse than this. You�re a Gryff.

At that thought, she started to calm down. She took a deep breath and shook
herself. That�s right. She was a Gryffindor. Strong, courageous,
and unstoppable.

I am a lioness, she thought savagely.

She paused. Why did
that sound so familiar, like something off the tip of your tongue? She had never�called herself that. Had she? Then why��?

And suddenly a wisp of a memory appeared � a warm, wet mouth
whispering fervently in her ear, �You are a lioness.�

She gasped, feeling it tickling her ear and spun
around. Nothing. What just happened? She looked around frantically. Was she going mad?

It was so vivid�it must have happened to her. At one time or another. But for her life she couldn�t remember
when. Or who.

She shook her head, clearing it. Hermione didn�t know what was going on, but she was sure it was
due to her distress. It was best to put
it out of her mind. She headed to the
bathroom; no way she looked presentable for the Minister.

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Her nerves were feeling a little better after a quick splash
of water on her face in the bathroom.
As she exited, she daintily dabbed her damp face with her handkerchief,
heaving a big sigh.

�Enjoy your trip to the loo that much, Granger?� said a
mocking voice.

Hermione forced a growl down her throat. Damned fates, she was already having a shitty
day, could they just spare her the pain of his company? Was that so hard to ask? Their relationship was going so well today �
distant and sparse.

�Please don�t tell me the high and mighty Malfoy had just
lowered himself to making comments about toilet trips,� she snapped. Just go away, go away.

�If you just looked hard enough, you�d see that I�m a man of
many faucets,� he said smugly.

God, everything about him was pissing her off.

Why does he get everything?

She wished that it was anybody else, dear Harry, Ron, Ginny;
anybody but him.

�Then let me state for the record that I am relieved I have
never wasted more than a few seconds to look at your disgusting form,� she
snarled.

Draco merely blinked in mild surprise. She hated it when he was so
untouchable. She preferred it when he
was just as spitting mad as her, yelling and screaming and completely out of
control. He was a bit surprised,
however, because usually it took a few more exchanges for her to get so fired
up. This was supposed to be the warm-up
round. He held up both his hands in a
sign of complacency.

�Easy, you spit-fire,� he said languidly. �Just passing by.�

He was right, she was over-reacting. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. �Sorry Malfoy,� she said with a tinge of exhaustion. At this he was truly surprised. Very rarely had he seen her back down this
humbly so quickly. �I�m just a bit out
of sorts today.�

�You weren�t out of sorts a hour ago,� he pointed out
suspiciously. Then it hit him. It always does. He smirked. �Ah, a fall
from grace?�

His pun on words was definitely NOT appreciated.

�Please, never, ever say anything that pathetic again,� she
pleaded, pained by both the subject and his terrible sense of wit.

�Good gods, Granger, did you learn nothing from yesterday?�
he asked, exasperated. He ran his hand
through his blonde hair.

�But I didn�t DO anything!� she cried. How dare he say that when he had no idea
what had happened.

�This is coming from the woman of a thousand �oops�?�

Her eyes narrowed. What
kind of stupid moniker was that? She
didn�t even want to entertain how valid it was, despite the absurd name.

�HE asked me who I was taking to that damn gala,� she ground
out, embarrassed beyond belief that she was sharing intimate details with Draco
Malfoy, of all people. But her pride
prevented her from walking away, leaving him thinking she was the one who did
something stupid and unnecessary.

�And when I said I wasn�t even going to it, he told me EVER
so gently that it�s alright if I didn�t have a date, since he�s never had one
before either, EXCEPT. THIS. YEAR,� she finished, feeling very drained after
this admission. Forget it, she didn�t
care anymore. Let him think of her as a
silly bint. She just wanted to go home.

He looked at her, his eyes unreadable. She knew he was analyzing her and she wished
he would hurry it up. Go on, Malfoy,
let�s open all the festering wounds and talk about them, shall we?

Then he said simply, �You�re not going this year? You always go.�

She choked a bit. That
was a bit of a left-field question.
Suspicious, she said carefully, �Yeah, I was thinking about going to
Prague.�

He scoffed. �What�s
so good in Prague these days?�

His lofty tones irked her, but her current state of tension
was ebbing at this new, neutral subject.
�Their Museum of Military History is holding an anniversary celebration
where they�re having a special showcase on alchemy devices. I figured I�d drop by and take a peak.�

He shrugged, obviously not even half as interested as she
was. She looked a bit miffed. �It�s VERY interesting, Malfoy. And relevant to this department.�

Malfoy waved a casual hand at her. �Whatever you say. But if
you�re intent on skiving off that preposterous farce of a charity ball, don�t
think for a second that I�m not going to find a way out of it too.�

His answer surprised her.
She would think such a busy socialite such as Malfoy would adore events
like the yearly Ministry gala. After
all, one of his goal in life was to absorb as much envy and admiration as
possible.

�What, you don�t love your doting, adoring fans enough to
make an appearance to the biggest event of the year?� she asked snidely.

He must have gave the most elegant snort she had ever
heard. �Hardly. It�s a sorry excuse of an affair. I have better things to do than to entertain
slack-jaw social climbers who have no idea on how to even process the word
�class.��

At the thought of that, it reminded her of the hilarious
hijinks of last year, no doubt a major deciding factor as to why Malfoy
despised the gala so much. When he
heard her snickering, he knew she hadn�t forgotten. �Stop it Granger, it�s not funny,� he growled.

She clamped her hands over her mouth to keep from bowling
over. Hermione reveled over the fact
that this was one thing Malfoy got antsy over.
Gaining control over herself, she managed to retort, �Oh, I know. Dame Griselda would agree that any subject
regarding you is a very, very serious topic.�
Her voice gradually grew deeper, mockingly seductive.

�If that woman were not a part of the Denela house I swear I
would go to that old hag and�,� Malfoy swore, lost in his own dark, dark
musings. Hermione�s sniggering brought
him out of it. He curled his lip in
distaste. �Don�t you have somewhere to
be?�

�As a matter of fact, I was going to the Minister right now
to tell him about my plans,� she said haughtily, pushing her way past him. �A pleasure as always, Malfoy.�

�Granger, he�s not in � I just came from his office.�

Oh bugger. Now
what? She shifted her weight to one
side, tapping her toe in frustration.

Malfoy groaned, as if someone were pulling his teeth. �What�s wrong with you?� she asked,
perplexed at his behavior.

�You�re not going home are you?� he asked, suddenly very
agitated. When she shook her head, he
nodded. �Good, I just remembered those
FISA documents I need to go over with you.�

Hermione blanched. She totally forgot about those. �Noo Malfoy, not today, it�s been a very,
very bad day.�

�Yes, Granger.�

�No, PLEASE.�

�Granger, YES.�

�Don�t be cruel, those things are torture!�

�As much as I don�t want to be in your company or work on
these, we have to. It needs to be
done,� he said sternly.

Hermione moaned, close to whining. He scrunched his eyes shut, willing the headache to go away as he
massaged his temples. �Stop being so
bloody difficult.�

Close to tears, she shook her head. She deserved at least a trip home to wallow
in her grief. She deserved at
least that.

�What if we did it somewhere more�savory than our current
location,� he offered.

�Like where,� she asked moodily.

�The Golden Egg,� he responded casually.

She blinked. �THE
Golden Egg? That�s the most expensive
restaurant on this side of � oh, right.
It�s you.�

�Well?� he asked impatiently. Give this woman a centimeter and she asks for a meter�

�Fine,� she said reluctantly. �Do I have to change?�

�My answer would be always,� he said with a smirk, which she
glared at. �But you�re in office
attire, so technically they can�t throw you out. I�ll meet you in front in ten minutes.�

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It was marvel how an entirely idle conversation could be
riddled with so much bickering, but then again that was the brilliance of the
infamous Granger-Malfoy dialogues. They
were notorious for the most intelligent yet undecipherable exchanges. One needed to be of a high intellect to
follow it; as they were rivals, it was customary for them to keep close tabs on
each other, thus they knew almost every intimate nuance of each others� life,
ready to be picked apart. Know thy
enemy. This equaled completely A-B conversations.

Amidst their squabbling, Hermione couldn�t help but notice
the huge difference between the two of them.
There he was, looking immaculate with his finely tailored, camel-colored
long overcoat, his pristine Italian suit, his cashmere scarf and his genuine
black leather gloves, while she was making due with a musty tweed jacket and
cotton/polyester scarf-glove set she bought at some bargain-bin store. She glowered enviously.

Don�t think she didn�t notice the stares she received in the
fancy restaurant. Judging, incredulous
eyes that roared, how dare you enter this place, you don�t belong here, you�re
only allowed in because of him.
She heaved a sigh, squashing those age old emotions down to the pit of
her stomach. She watched Malfoy
stealthily over the top of her menu. He
seemed not to notice the attention, both good and bad, they were garnering, but
she knew better. There was no way he
hasn�t noticed. He was a soldier, just
like her. He was just better at hiding
it than her it seemed.

Or maybe he doesn�t care, since it�s favorable in his
position, she thought nastily.

�Don�t get the luncheon special, it has bits of peas in it,�
he said distractedly, turning the page of his menu. That broke her train of thought.

Oh. Disgusting
peas. They were gross.

�Too bad, the lamb sounded good too,� she said
mournfully. She scanned the menu,
panicking slightly that there were no prices next to the items. Hermione hoped she had enough money to spot
for this. But once she got back to the
office, she would immediately bill it to the Ministry. She grinned. Nothing was better than a free me �

Shite, forgot that Malfoy was still in Funds.

�This is a business venture, right?� she asked quickly,
looking around quickly for an easy escape route.

�Don�t be daft,� he mumbled, having difficulty decided which
wine to drink. �We could have done this
back at the Ministry, but someone here was throwing a childish fit over
something crucial.�

If he wasn�t always this stingy with money, Hermione
would�ve worked up enough anger to create a ruckus. Instead, she was merely annoyed.
Cheap prick.

�May I take your order?� the waiter asked politely to Draco,
pointedly ignoring Hermione.

�Yes, I�ll have the luncheon special and a glass of Port,�
Draco said casually, acting like a regular patron. Probably was.

�And�.the lady?� he asked hesitantly. Merlin, even the waiters looked down on her.

�I�ll have the chicken primavera, with some lemon water
please,� she said dryly. She turned to
Malfoy, daring him with her eyes to mock her for her cheaply ordered drink.

He tactfully ignored it.

The rest of the meal went on without a hitch; when the food
came there were a few remarks about it but otherwise a companionable silence
fell. They blazed through the FISA
reports efficiently, with only a few disagreements here and there.

The waiter handed a leather-bound check to Draco,
practically fawning over the man. As he
was scrutinizing the check, Hermione counted her money. She was getting impatient when he was
obviously taking his sweet time perusing over it. To her surprise, Malfoy merely nodded and handed the check back
to the waiter, who bowed and left. He
pushed his seat back as he stood up, tightening his tie.

�Wait wait wait, what was that?� Hermione asked, confused as
hell.

He gave her a look that made her feel stupid. �Malfoys don�t pay per meal like
commoners. It�s gathered on a tab and I
pay on a basis.�

Well, how was she to know, not like she went to places with
the upper-crust on a daily basis.
�Well, pardon me for my ignorance,� she retorted sarcastically. �How much do I owe you?�

Another one of those you-are-stupid glances. �What do you take me for, Granger? I�m not desperate as to count change with
you.�

He walked over to behind where she was sitting and pulled
back her chair. She stood up
automatically and they both began walking towards the exit. One would think having a man behaving with
such good etiquette would be very flattering, but Hermione knew better. However, for the record, she was
fooled the first time; she was both confused and a bit flattered the first time
he held open a door for her. Then she
realized such chivalry was ingrained in him as much as his snobbery. It was pure instinct with no thought behind
it, so she paid it no mind either. But
she was rather surprised he paid for her.
That was new, but then again, they never ate together either.

Again, the whispers followed them. The younger women were bolder, talking outright. With each step Hermione could feel her face
grower hotter, her ire growing. It was
the last straw when one particularly beautiful blonde stopped Draco at her
table, exclaiming, �Draco Malfoy, what a coincidence to see you here
today! I was just talking to my girl
friend about you!�

And of course, out came the Malfoy charm. Hermione was hugely tempted to just keep
going without him as he flirted with her.
It was pretty awkward just standing there like a useless accessory. But pride made her plant her feet firm � she
would ride this out and leave with dignity.

�. . . I�m serious darling, seek me out anytime and I�ll be
your date,� the woman said softly, yet loud enough for Hermione to hear. She purposely looked at her when she added,
�It must be embarrassing to eat in such�.company.�

Hermione gritted her teeth, ready to bark at the stupid,
vapid chit when Malfoy flashed the blonde a charismatic grin. �Thank you Lani, I�ll be sure to hold you to
that.� He kissed her hand, to which she
practically screamed with delight, and quickly resumed his exit. Hermione glared at the smug girl, and
stalked out after him.

However, somewhere between the restaurant and the sidewalk
outside, the indignation inside her died out.
She slowed her pace down and almost lost him as he left the
building. Malfoy was leaning against
the street corner wall, preparing himself for a fantastic tirade, only to see a
defeated looking Hermione coming out the doors. He straightened up, confused.

She was just standing there, suddenly looking very small,
unlike the usual larger-than-life fireball.
Her head was bowed, hiding her face.
For a long time, the both just stood there, facing each other with the
cold winter wind howling around them.

Finally, in a small, shaking voice, she asked, �Am I really
that horrid?� Her voice cracked
on the last syllable. Her fists
clenched painfully in her pockets, waiting for his answer.

He said nothing.

She looked up, and for the first time, Draco saw her face
with all the walls dropped. Her big
bambi, chocolate eyes looking at him so openly, her heart-shaped face pale with
uncertainty. Her plump lips practically
quivering � he was speechless.

He slowly walked up to her, with an absolutely serious
expression on his face, utterly unreadable.
When he was mere inches from her, he continued to scrutinize her
face. Their eyes locked, unable to look
away.

Such a face.

Then, as if on its own accord, his right arm lifted, his
knuckles brushing her cheek softly.

The second his hand touched her, whatever trance they were
in was broken and he snatched his hand away quickly, as if on fire. They looked at each other incredulously, not
being able to make sense of what just happened.

Malfoy responded first, by turning on his heels and marching
away. Hermione merely stood there, eyes
wide in shock. A few feet down, he
stopped, with his back still to her. He then turned to her, his demeanor
completely back to normal.

�What�s with the weak act, Granger,� he drawled deeply, his
eye challenging. �Letting a stupid slag
get to you with just that? I�d have
thought it would�ve taken more to get you.�

His words shook her out of her state, her mouth opening and
closing like a fish. �I � that�s not �
completely not � �

�Please, spare me,� he interrupted. �Let�s just get back, I don�t feel like
standing here in the cold watching you cry yourself into a puddle.� He proceeded to turn around again and walk
briskly back to the Ministry.

Hermione just stood there, processing what just
happened. And then she smiled.

He was�..different than Harry and Ron, that was for
sure. In this kind of situation, they
would�ve both respond out of love, but it wouldn�t have�.comforted her as much
Malfoy just did. Whether or not it was
intentional, he found her weaknesses and forced her to keep strong on her
own. Malfoy responded perfectly, saying
exactly what she needed to hear.

She shouldn�t care about those people. They shouldn�t mean anything to her. She was strong. Undefeatable.

Hermione ran up to him, all the vigor back in her step and
matched his pace. He turned his head to
her and asked gruffly, �What are you smiling about?�

�I was just thinking about how you�re not quite the
complete, insolent ponce I thought you were,� she replied cheerfully, still
smiling.

�What did you just say?� he exclaimed, aghast at her
cheek. That was the last thing he
expected her to say.

Oh, the look on his face was priceless. And then she laughed.

Today was a day for Draco to see all the different faces of
Hermione he had never seen before � faces that were always reserved for
others. He can�t help but look at her
face, how different it was from before.
How different it was from her usual scowl reserved just for him.

Her cheeks were rosy and her perfect teeth were exposed,
opening to reveal such a genuine, carefree laugh. It was an angelic sound.
Draco was mesmerized.

She turned her head to him, her eyes twinkling
mischievous. On impulse, she grabbed
his right arm with her left. �You
should have seen your face!� she said, the laughter still in her voice. �I haven�t seen that much shock in you since
I slapped you at Hogwarts!�

He blanched and tried to pull his arm away, but she held
fast.

�What, don�t want to get your coat dirty??� she asked
playfully with a hint of challenge, grasping his arm even tighter.

Exasperated, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. �If you sully it with your horrid jacket, I
will be forced to press charges.�

�I�ll have you know that I am perfectly pristine! And furthermore�..�

And their squabbling echoed down the streets. He made no move to retract his arm. He was a gentleman, after all.

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Done done done!!!
YAY! Sorry for the hiatus folks,
college life ain�t all it�s cracked up to be!
Procrastination is hell, let me tell you. Anyways, hope you all liked it!
I know, things seem pretty fluffy but BELIEVE YOU ME, dark things,
sercrety things are about to surface. OooOOoOOh. See if you can catch some of the foreshadowing/clues. It�ll be fun, I promise. Hopefully during winter break I�ll be able
to crank out a few more, but we�ll see.
Until then, review review review! That�s what gets my writing juices
going!!
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