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The Uneventful Story

By Snowflake Imp

Rated: R

Chapter 09

Disclaimer: HAHA
suckers, I own Harrey Potter!! I don�t
need Harry Potter, don�t wanna own it, don�t want anything legal to do with
it. I enjoy being poor and running away
from student loans.

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When the party committee was prepping the large conference
room often used for celebrations such as this, they unfortunately forgot a
crucial detail.

Never include the color pink.

Ever since the aptly dubbed �Thursday Diluted Red Incident,�
the color pink had been banned from most of the sectors of the Ministry. Due to the trauma left by said tragedy, many
grown men and women could not even look at the color pink or else they would
crumple to the floor and begin shaking, crying out for help to various
religious icons. Or run the hell out of
a room, screaming for their lives.

Which was what one of the staff overlooking the decorating
process did.

It was quite a tedious task chasing after him � in his
hysteria, he couldn�t quite remember the layout of the Ministry � for he
sprinted all around the levels of the building rather than run for the front
doors leading outside. It took five
staff members, a secretary, a janitor, and two dogs to track him down and
subdue him.

No one else was harmed nor traumatized, though the party
committee�s leader and co-chair had been thoroughly chastised for their
inclusion of pink in their 5-colored confetti.

Few hours later, the decorating was complete and the guests
had all arrived. Welcoming them as they
walked in was a banner strung above the doors, reading: Congratulations
Alchemists!!

A couple of days after Blaise Zabini and associate first
step foot in the Ministry, Hermione and her fellow alchemists finally broke the
first layer of the poison mod they were currently working on. The cause of the celebration was twofold:
the first being that breaking the first layer was always the hardest, after
that it was only a matter of time and crunching formulas before a cure was
produced; the second cause was because this particular poison was running
rampant in Germany. A poison with no
cure quickly became very popular for the cowardly.

Hermione was demur and modest, chalking up the discovery to
hard work and the skills of her team.
She didn�t want to admit, especially to herself, a large deciding factor
to their discovery was because she threw herself into her work due to her
frustrations over Malfoy. She practically
worked nonstop day and night, attempting to calm herself and prevent any kind
of physical altercations with him.

Also, his words stung her.
To a degree that surprised even her.
She had no idea that pompous bastard�s opinion of her mattered so damned
much.

Because of this confusion, Hermione resorted to a behavior
she found more familiar � she grew very prickly over him. Which explains why she was currently glaring
at him chatting with a few people while drinking some of the celebratory punch.

�Congratulations, Dr. Granger,� a soft, gentle voice came
from her left. When she turned around,
she was face-to-face with Amelia Walker, i.e. a person she really didn�t want
to talk to at the moment.

�Oh, well, thank you very much,� Hermione stuttered. It wasn�t that she didn�t like Amelia � she
seemed like a nice girl and Alex seemed happy with her. It was just that Hermione didn�t want to
deal with ugly feelings like jealousy and superficiality targeted towards
anybody, much less just some girl that found happiness with some guy. And as much as she hated feeling those
emotions, nevertheless they bubbled within her whenever she saw Amelia.

�Alex said he had to take care of the Minister, but he would
be down to congratulate you himself in a little bit,� Amelia continued,
blissfully unaware of Hermione�s mental state.

�Oh, that�s very nice,� Hermione said, quashing any negative
emotions she felt. �You two seem very
happy.�

Amelia smiled, showing off her perfect white teeth. Hermione�s parents would have been very
proud and given her a sugar-free lollipop.
�Yes we are,� she said, raising an eyebrow. She leaned in, letting Hermione into a little secret. �Between the two of us, Alex is very
different when he�s off duty. He simply
adores me and is quite charming in his affections � quite like a little puppy.�

Hermione smiled weakly.
�Really? I can�t imagine�.�

Thankfully Amelia was called away to drink some punch before
the conversation could go on any longer.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Actually, to be honest, Hermione was basically over Alex. She knew when she was beat, after all. And besides, although they had some lovely
conversations, she found more and more they really didn�t have all that much in
common. If anything, he would make a
wonderful friend, but all the butterflies that Hermione had felt before were
most likely due to her own nervousness and fantasies rather than anything Alex
had to offer. He was a convenient
object of affection when she was holed up with mad scientist, two attractive
yet brotherly best friends, and an utterly infuriating rival. Alex was nice, eloquent, and there.

Still, Alex was a great man and just the fact that she
didn�t have a chance with him nipped her.
Now she no one to focus on, no one to fantasize about maybe he could be
the one who would treat her like a queen and call all other women hags.

Instead she was stuck with this.

This being a very annoying Draco Malfoy acting
like he owned the place, nay, acted like he himself discovered the break and
the party was for him.

�Look at him preening at all those people looking at him,
hmph!� she thought bitterly, narrowing her eyes at him while he entertained
a rather large group of people in the middle of the room. �Like he has anything interesting to say.�

She sighed. Although
she was glad for the discovery, she was a pretty low-key kind of person. She wasn�t exactly fond of a lot of
attention and fanfare. Celebrations
like this tired her out. And
considering the Gala was two days away, Hermione felt like she really needed
the strength to survive the event still smiling. She had no idea how raging socialites that participated in this
sort of thing practically daily did it.

�Ahh too many things are happening at once,� she grumbled to
no one in particular, laying her head down rather ungracefully on the tabletop.

�Wasn�t it you who asked for an exciting life?� a smooth
voice drawled from above her.

�No, that was YOU!� Hermione bit out. �All I ask for is a boring life � if things
remained practically the same everyday for the rest of my life, I�d be a
happier woman.�

At the unconvinced grunt, she also noted, �I ask for it in
my diary every year for my birthday.
I�ve had enough exciting days to last me ten lifetimes.�

�You actually keep a diary?
How old are you exactly, ten?�

Suddenly, her head shot up.
Why was she even talking to him?
Hermione glared at his smug face, growling, her upper lip curling
slightly. She was supposed to be mad at
him � damn him for making her forget that and tricking her, drawing her into a
normal conversation. Hermione stood up
and without a word, marched off to where Ron was currently talking
enthusiastically with a few co-workers over Quidditch.

On her way over across the room, she noticed Mindee sitting
quite desolately in a corner, holding a mug of coffee by herself. Looking at her, Hermione felt a brief pang
of sympathy for the pretty girl. She
wondered if Malfoy finally broke things off with her. She then noticed her looking longingly at Hermione�s direction. For a second she panicked, wondering if
Mindee felt, like many of Draco�s castoffs, that Hermione was the cause of all
her problems. But when she followed her
eyes, to her relief, they were not cast directly at her. They were looking��behind her.

Hermione spun her head around to see that Malfoy had been
trailing her. With a glare, she whipped
her head back and stomped even faster to where Ron was. She then felt a tickle near her neck and she
stopped abruptly, this time turning her entire body.

�What are you
doing?� she hissed, touching the back of her head to make sure he hadn�t stuck
anything nasty in her head. Though she
thought him to be above his schoolboy antics, for now she wouldn�t put anything
past him.

He shrugged. �I was
merely picking this off your shoulders,� he said easily, holding up a stray
hair.

�Oh,� she said, simmering down a little before flaring up
again. �Well, stop it! I don�t need your help. And stop following me!�

Ignoring her completely, he continued, �You�ve been letting
your hair down more lately. There a
reason behind it?�

Hermione had the grace to blush. She had been letting her hair down more often. After that run-in with Blaise, she thought
that maybe having her hair down and trying to appear more approachable was a
factor in his friendliness. Quite silly
of her, really.

She bit out, �Mind your own business!�

Still, with the mention of Blaise, her train of thought led
to the folded letter in her lab coat:

Dear
Hermione,

I was very happy when you responded
to my letter so quickly. To tell you
the truth, I was nervous writing to you in fear that you would cast away my
letter with disinterest. I heard that
your department had a breakthrough � congratulations! It was all due, no doubt, to your vast intellect. I hope that we can have dinner sometime to
catch up properly. I feel writing
letters can communicate only so much. I
eagerly await your reply on this matter.

Distintamente,

Blaise Zabini

It was a very nice letter, very unexpected. Hermione was skeptical at whether Blaise was
sincere or not about his wish to renew their acquaintance, but when he sent his
first letter, it was very nice, heartfelt, and charming.

Oh dear, maybe her heart really was that fickle. Why else would she blush and smile like a
giddy schoolgirl at the thought of the letter?
Or maybe it was because she was merely pleased to finally have someone
recognize her as a person, maybe even as a woman.

In any case, thinking about Blaise made her temporarily
forget that Draco was following her and proceeded to butt into Ron�s
conversation, integrating himself seamlessly.
Of course he would be well versed in Quidditch, being the seeker for
Slytherin and captain of the team his 7^th year. Ron had been bugging him for years to
scrimmage with him, hoping to pay him back for all the times he played against
him when he was the Gryffindor Keeper.

She was growing increasingly annoyed that she specifically
sought out Ron for company and conversation, only to have him snatched away
from her by the one she wanted to get away from in the first place. She cleared her throat noisily.

�Oh, sorry �Mione, didn�t see you there,� Ron said
sheepishly, embarrassed that she caught him ignoring her in favor of
Quidditch. The other two men with him
grinned at each other; they knew how much of a pushover Ron was when it came to
his best friend. The quickly gave
excuses and went back to mingle with the rest of the crowd.

�Well, now you do,� she said scathingly, knowing full well
Ron was undeserving for her temper but right now she just couldn�t reign it
in. Malfoy annoyed her SO much!

�Erm,� Ron squeaked nervously, looking at Draco for some
support but getting none. Stingy
bastard. �So who�s excited for
Saturday�s Gala? I know�.I�am��

Wrong thing to say.
�I for one am certainly not!� she said heatedly. �I think this year will be a disaster. Making us participate in it is
ludicrous! And it�s highly disorganized
� we haven�t even received word on what we�re supposed to help on, and it�s already
Thursday!�

�I don�t know about you, but I got my instructions
already. Have to take half a day
tomorrow off to help out,� Ron pointed up.
Draco nodded.

�I think the tasks are different for the men and women. All the men I�ve talked to received instructions
to help decorate and retrieve certain things.
I wonder what the women are in charge of?� Draco mused, looking at
Hermione, waiting for her hypothesis.

It never came. She
didn�t even look at him when he spoke.
Acting like he hadn�t even spoken at all, she continued, �I swear, we
better not be doing anything embarrassing like holding a talent show or some
rubbish like that.� Hermione made sure
she completely faced Ron.

She didn�t want it to come to this, but Malfoy gave her no
choice. With the way he was acting, he
really brought out the childish, inappropriate side of her. So she did the thing she knew got to him the
most.

She ignored him completely.

She found out years ago, when they were Heads together, one
tried and true method to get him frustrated the fastest was for her not to look
at him, to not acknowledge his presence.
A few exchanges of this and he was huffing and puffing, red with
irritation like a spoilt child denied.
Hermione never really thought much about the power she wielded, she
merely assumed the reason he got so worked up over something so simple was
because he was an attention-whore. Used
to being in the limelight, to have someone blatantly ignore his oh-so-shining
presence was a travesty to him. Also,
they were rivals. To be rivals was to
yearn for each other�s acknowledgments.
Hell, even Hermione got testy when Draco chose to overlook her. It was just that it affected him more.

True to her prediction, he began the fidget, his eyes
narrowing.

�I would consider it the greatest event in history if it
forced the world to witness your singing, Granger,� he said directly to
Hermione, giving her another chance to redeem herself. Hopefully a blatant barb would snap her out
of it.

No such luck. She
didn�t even shrug it off. Instead, she
smiled at Ron. �So who�s the lucky girl
you asked to it? It�s not Mandy, is it?
She�s atrocious, what with all those cosmetic charms.�

�No need to get all shirty about her,� Ron said, eyeing the
two nervously. Oh dear. Although he wasn�t too fond of Malfoy, he
couldn�t help but feel sorry for him a little.
He was a man too, after all.
�Still, I agree with Malfoy � singing would definitely not be on, would
it?� There, he threw him a bone. Hopefully Hermione would take it. Otherwise things could�.no, it probably would
get uglier.

�I can�t believe you�re taking that vapid chit, Ron!�
Hermione continued. �If you wanted to
take someone that would get you attention, I think that last girl, what�s her
name, Rebecca, would do nicely. At
least she has some decency.�

Oh, that was the last straw. Draco wasn�t going to pull any punches now. No one ignored him, especially not her.

�Be thankful he even has a date,� Draco bit out, nearly
snarling. �There are some out there
that were too homely and dull to attract even the dredges of society to attach
to their arm. I wonder who they could
be?�

Hermione, though steadily training her body to remain still,
tensed nevertheless.

�Macmillan, but that�s because he�s a closet pouf. There�s Mildred in Accounting, but she
doesn�t have one because of that lip problem she�s been having all year. Oh, and one more.� Malfoy grinned darkly.
Ron was making motions for him to cut it out to no avail.

�That�s you, isn�t it Granger? What�s the matter, couldn�t trick a man in time into believing
you had anything interesting to say and be less of an eyesore you are now? Or maybe you were so busy waxing over some
impossible love you couldn�t buck it up and even ask somebody?�

That did it. �Hey
now, that�s going too far � � Ron began before getting interrupted but an
infuriated Hermione.

�You shut your filthy mouth, Draco Malfoy!!� she
shouted. What right did he have!

WHAT RIGHT DID HE HAVE.

�How dare you even begin to assume you know one thing about
me! Look at you! Just�just look at you,
then look at me and you tell me�.! You
with your looks and your money, you have no idea what it�s like to suffer, to
always have to fight for something!
People like you have no clue�. you have NO idea what it�s like!!�

Red faced and eyes threatening to tear, she quickly ran out
of the room, much to the chagrin of the rest of the partygoers. As she pushed past the door, with Ron
grabbing his collar and demanding an apology, she missed Draco smirking at her
direction.

That was more like it.

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That son of a bitch.

That goddamned son of a bitch.

He had no right. NO
RIGHT.

What did he know. He
knew nothing. He had idea what she had
to sacrifice, what she had to do. No
idea what she yearned for, what she constantly denied herself. What she secretly wished for, what she knew
she would never have.

He made it sound like getting a date was so easy, so
natural. He had never suffered from
unrequited love. Never had that feeling
that he wasn�t good enough, not matter what he did. People like him had everything given to them on a silver
platter. People like him had people
jumping over themselves to please him.

Not her. Never her.

Hermione stopped running when she reached the park and sat
down at a secluded bench. She sniffed,
determined not to shed a tear over something he said.

�That heatless monster,� she whispered fiercely. He was always, always looking down on her.

She supposed she could perhaps be more presentable, had she
focused on her looks. Or more popular,
if she cared enough to attend more parties and socialize with different
people. But she didn�t. Why?
Because there were more important things to focus on.

Like being the best she could be in academics, the one thing
she was good at from the start. Like making sure she was the best in order to
ensure that Harry and Ron made it out alive.

She wouldn�t trade what she had for the world; because she
sacrificed so much of her childhood, her womanly allure for it. But still, it didn�t stop her from wanting
everything he had. Though she would
deny everything fiercely if asked. She
hated feeling inadequate. She felt like
she was already cursed with so many shortcomings already, to fail at anything
else further drove home to her that she didn�t deserve anything in life.

Hermione was even more agitated today, more than usual. More sensitive. It may have something do with the dream she had the other
night. She knew parts of it stemmed
from memories, but what it was from exactly she wasn�t quite sure.

It was during the War.

Hermione tried hard not to cry. She struggled with the bonds on her hands and legs. They wouldn�t
budge. She cursed herself, over and
over again.

�You stupid, stupid, foolish excuse for a witch!� she
thought madly to herself. �You�ve
ruined everything. You just had to go
back. You just had to get captured.�

Now what was she going to do. Being a prisoner could ruin them all. She banged her head on to the cold, cement ground. Tears of frustration leaked out of her eyes
unwillingly.

�You idiot,� she thought desolately.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, like when was this,
what was she doing, she chose to focus on the situation at hand.

Damn Malfoy. Damn
them all.

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Every year, the Ministry held one of the largest social
gathering of witches and wizards. Known
only as The Gala, it was essential a charity event held to garner money from
the upper crust in order to help the Ministry.
As it wasn�t the most charitable or philanthropist cause to donate to,
the Ministry had to make sure it was an enjoyable event, decked out as if for
royalty. Most importantly, they made
sure it became THE place to socialize � if you weren�t there, you weren�t
important enough to talk to, weren�t important enough to grace the pages of the
newspapers and magazines coming out the next day.

Which was why Hermione was twitching nervously as Lavender
attempted to hem the dress she picked out and was currently wearing.

�Ouch! Lav, you just
stabbed me in the calf!� Hermione exclaimed, nearly kicking the haggard woman
away.

�If you wouldn�t fidget so, you�ll come away from this
unpoked!� she countered, her words muffled by all the pins in her mouth. �Now stand still!�

Hermione was having second thoughts about this whole thing.
The sensible Hermione would have graciously backed out of the girls offers to
help fix her up for the Gala and chose a respectable dress for a decent
price. She would wash her face, put on
a light lipstick, put on her sensible shoes and perhaps, if feeling generous,
even wear an accessory or two.

Not this time. She
was determined to change, if only for a night.
And as much as she wanted to be girly and pampered and, dare she even
say it, maybe even noticed, she couldn�t help but grimace at the whole
process. It was tedious and long and
sometimes stressful.

She also hated the fact that Draco Malfoy�s words helped
spurn her into this whole thing. God
forbid Malfoy forced her hand at anything, much less attempting to make herself
more like all the other women attending the ball.

According to Lavender and the girls, what was currently in
was lace, and lots of it. Layers of
lace, tulle, see-through fabrics on top of shimmering, glittery clothing. A little poofy, very girly, reminiscent of a
young, innocent girl in the fields during the Victorian era. Pastel colors were the color of choice. Shiny, big pieces of cocktail jewelry also
made their way into the mainstream.

Hermione felt they looked ridiculous on her. Sure, on the right girl � the slim type,
with a glamorous face and chic hair � could pull the look off easily and look
stunning. On her, it looked like she
was trying too hard. With much thought
and trial and error, Lavender admitted she was quite pleased and surprised at
Hermione�s choice.

It was different than what was in style at the moment, but
it was a daring, timeless piece that flattered Hermione to no end. It was a single, cowl necked, golden gown
made of the glossiest satin. It helped
slim and heighten her figure, looking like liquid gold melting and flowing down
her womanly body all the way down to the floor. The cowl front fell gracefully on her chest, modestly showing her
clavicle and barely skimming the beginning of her bust line. It was the back that made Hermione gasp.

It was almost nonexistent.
The fabric thinned into string on her shoulders, then the satin dipped
down in a V-shape all the way down to her lower back. It was almost indecent, saved only by the tastefulness of the
front and the way the satin curved around her round bottom. Hermione thought it was too daring, but
forged on when she saw Malfoy�s smug face, laughing contemptuously at her if
she wore yet again another long-sleeved, high-necked black dress.

Opting to put focus on the dress, Hermione chose pearls to
be her jewelry of choice. A single,
long strand of the more iridescent white pearls was chosen. It wound tightly once around her neck,
fastening from behind then trailing all the way down to the middle of her back,
ending with a simple knot. She chose
three-inch open-toed stiletto heels of silky gold, with a simple strap
encircling her ankles.

She wore no other jewelry, since she didn�t want to walk in
looking like an advert for a jewelry store.
Parvarti chose to pile her hair up in a loose, messy knot on top of her
head, making sure her hair wasn�t pull too tightly on her head, leaving a few
tendrils falling around her face. She
tastefully wove another strand of pearls into her hair, making sure only small
parts of the strand showed. She then
dusted a golden powder across her eyelids, darkened her eyelashes with mascara
and lined her eyes with a deep brown pencil.
A quick swipe of a peachy bronze to the cheeks and a golden brown
lipstick followed, ending with a clear lip-gloss with flecks of gold in it.

In short, she was completely transformed.

Hermione couldn�t believe who she was looking at in the
mirror. It was her but�..at her
best. The girls all did a wonderful job
at making her beautiful yet making sure never to transform her into a different
person. Hermione had no idea how
gorgeous she was to anyone else, but to her personally, she was at her
potential best, and that was all she could ask for.

She didn�t know why Malfoy�s opinion mattered so much. She just knew she didn�t like how much
importance it held over her. Well, it
was too late to back out now. She would
just have to prove him wrong.

After thanking the girls profusely (Lavender got a little
teary eyed until she quickly shooed her away � she had other customers to
attend to, and then herself), she Apparated outside the huge Manor the Gala was
held at this year.

Smoothing down her dress nervously, she stepped carefully
towards the front gates that led to the main doors, making sure not to
trip. Taking a deep breath, she steeled
herself.

She was so nervous around people, always have been. It was partly why Hermione was sometimes
glad her role in the war was greatly under appreciated and overlooked. For someone who was so confident in the
abilities she did have, having all eyes on her made her very uncomfortable. How would people react to the new her?

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Hermione�s fears turned out to be unfounded. It turned out, upon her entrance, no one
even really noticed her.

She didn�t know whether to be relieved or a little
disappointed. She sighed and figured
these were the facts of life. Despite
how silly those fashionable gowns had looked on her, they looked utter amazing
on the women there tonight. She didn�t
really notice until now, but all the women who came to these events were
stunning. They were dazzling in looks,
in choices of dress, even in their demeanor.
They just screamed, look at me.
And looks they did get.

Although she knew she wasn�t one of those knockouts, she had
enough confidence to know that she wasn�t completely horrid looking. In her mind, she figured, she was
good-looking enough to be ignored. She
wasn�t so beautiful men would do a double take, but at the same time she wasn�t
ugly enough to earn a double take as well.
She was average, forgettable.
Why did she expect any different tonight just because she had some dress
on.

But she had more things on her plate right now. No time to think about her beauty and their
beauty. Her life and reputation was on
the line.

�We�re to take part in an AUCTION?� she squeaked, hoping she
heard incorrectly.

�Yes um, it�s a sure way to make money, we figured,� the
coordinator mumbled nervously, trying to make all the women from the Ministry
line up behind the stage in the back of the

massive ballroom. In
front of the stage were seats for the bidders to sit, separated by a single
aisle. Behind the seats was the large
floor reserved for dancing and behind that were the dining tables, decorated
with rose petals and candles.

�This was the reason why you kept us all in the dark until
now, wasn�t it? To make sure none of us
skived off!� accused Hermione, growing increasing aggravated and nervous.

The woman meeped with fear and quickly scuttled off, claiming
she had to make sure everybody was in their places. Hermione began to hyperventilate. Good God, she would rather this be a talent show.

�Calm down, maybe it�s not as bad as you think,� she
thought to herself. �Maybe we�re to
just accompany the auction items to make them more enticing, like in those game
shows on the telly.�

No such luck. They
themselves were the items up for bid.
They would treat the winner to three hours of their company. The location of the set-up was predetermined
by the winner, choosing from a list of very elegant and classy restaurants and
lounges provided by the Ministry. Of
course, the Ministry would pay for the entire event. But the venues wanted to make nice to them, so the meals and
subsequent drinks and such would be on the house. It was designed this way so that the couple would always be in a
public place, in addition to having the area swarming with Ministry security in
case anything foul was to occur.

Despite the other Ministry women chattering on excitedly,
Hermione was sweating proverbial bullets.
Sweet heavens, could there be anything more embarrassing? She could see her own horrible future: she
would be standing on stage, in the dead of silence save for a few chirping
grasshoppers, with the auctioneer nervously offering to PAY the audience to get
her off his hands.

She didn�t even have anyone to bet on her! She was second to last, meaning whatever
random person in the crowd who may have bid on her out of curiosity would have
already spent his money on the girls before her. Hermione would have usually relied on her best friends, but she
was torn between wishing for Harry and Ron to save her from the humiliation and
having consideration for their dates� feelings.

As she was waiting, watching woman after woman going up to
the chopping block and instantly receiving bids, she began cursing
everything. In alphabetical order.

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Yow. I was
originally going to make the Gala one single chapter, but I�m barely through
half of my plot and it�s already so long, so I�m splitting it off into two
parts. Muahahhaha.

Again, thank you so much for the reviews, I love reading
them! Oh, but just to let you know, I
may not be updating as quickly as I have been for the past few chapters due to
two reasons:

1.) Job hunting is a terrible mistress.

2.) I�m concerned with the way my story is going. It was fics like Temporary Insanity that
inspired me to do this one � post-Hogwarts, light hearted, funny. But I realized, I�m not as good as those
authors and I can�t keep it light no matter how hard I try! I guess I feel more comfortable with dark
themes, especially when it comes to this couple. And I feel bad, since it seems like the majority of the readers
really enjoy the fun parts of the fic.
The way I�m plotting out my story, it does a complete 180 degrees and
I�m wondering if that�s okay � I feel like it�s a big detraction.

So I�m trying to work it out so that even though it�s going
to get dark in a few chapters, to try to infuse some light-hearted bits, but
it�s HARD! To confess, I�m not a big
fan of fluff. All that �I love you, I
love you more� mush is all well and good, but for me personally, I hate
it. I like things raw, passionate,
eternal. And for a couple like Hermione
and Draco, I feel it�s a very appropriate attitude. So it�s hard for me to make this a fun fic throughout without
getting the two together in a non-fluffy way.
Again, I�m not that talented.
I�m working on it, but I apologize in advance.

Speaking of fun, am I think only who really enjoyed the
�blade-posy� of the past chapter? I�m
not one to toot my own horn, but when I typed it, I laughed for hours. I still giggle over it. Maybe it�s just me and my weird ways.

Oh yes, at the end of Blaise�s letter translates to: Yours
faithfully (in Italian). I think. I
have no grasp of the language and got that off the internet, so if it�s wrong,
correct me!

I also apologize for the format � it�s fine on my word
document, but when I upload it, strange things happen, like bold/enlargement
where I never had it and stuff like that. GRRR.

To moxie:

I apologize if I confused you in chapter 7. The poison reference in the end was to the
poison Hermione was working on in the beginning of the chapter. Sorry if I didn�t transition that clearly
enough.

Ahh long author notes, bad SnowFlakeImp! To conclude, I hope you enjoyed this chapter
and it wasn�t too clich�d or predictable.
Stay tuned for a very juicy (I PROMISE) conclusion to the Gala episode. Kisses!
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