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"God Gin, you look so pretty!" Sharon burst out, popping over my shoulder.

I gazed at our reflections in the full-length mirror. "I do not."

"You suck," Anna stated from her bed, not even taking her eyes off the magazine she was flipping through.

I glanced over at her. "I know."

She then threw a pillow at me which Sharon caught, before throwing it on the floor and flopping stomach-first down on top of it.  She propped herself up on her elbows. "I don't understand how a male species could pick out a dress that not only is gorgeous, but matches you perfectly."

Beth, who was seated cross-legged next to Sharon, screwed the top of her blood red nail polish back on and looked at me through the mirror. "Yeah, and no offense Ginny, but your hair isn't the easiest to match clothes with."

I laughed and whirled around to face them, my black strappy sandals gliding effortlessly across the wood floor. "Don't I know it.  Thank you, but Draco caught me looking at the dress.  That's why he got it for me.  He didn't really pick it out."

"Tell us the story again," Sharon begged, her hazel eyes wide and hopeful.

"No," I said firmly.  Sharon, for some reason, loved hearing about other people's romantic lives for the lack of her own...though I have no idea why, considering they only make her more depressed than ever.

"But I want to hear it too," Anna said, tossing her magazine aside. "I haven't heard it yet."

"I have!" Beth stated, blowing on her nails. "And I'm sick of it."

I smiled, looking around at the two interested faces. "All right," I said, watching them perk up.  Even Beth, sick of it or not. And I didn't really mind telling them. "Well, you of course know when they first announced the dance two weeks ago.  It was Saturday, a Hogsmeade weekend. Filing out of the Great Hall I first spotted the notice..."


"You're kidding!" Ron gasped.  "A dance! I thought I had escaped them all by now!"

Hermione laughed, more because of Ron's stupidity than out of exasperation.  "It's the graduation dance.  There's one every year."

"What?! Where've I been?"

"Not in 7th year?" Harry suggested, looking away from the notice board uninterestedly.

Ron looked around at the other 7th years, because I suspected he wanted to see if they were as up in the clouds as he.  However, from the graduating Gryffindors spotted, Parvati and Seamus were looking quite lovey-dovey about their first dance together as a couple, while Lavender and Dean were looking at each other rather shyly.

"Great! Now just like the Yule Ball I'll have the joy of convincing some girl, who I may add, is not so horrible looking, to go to the dance with me!" He groaned, muttering to himself.

I then slapped him upside the head.  Ron looked around wildly, about to yell something rude, until Hermione interrupted him.

"Yes, well, that would be a problem," she said sarcastically. "Unless you already have a girlfriend."  She shot daggers at him with her eyes. "Or am I too 'horrible looking' for you?"

Ron goggled at Hermione for a moment. "No...you're...you're...perfect" Hermione grinned a little, in spite of her boyfriend. "Hey, Hermione, will you...er..."

"Yes, I'll be your date," Hermione answered tonelessly.

Ron seemed sincerely in awe of how impossibly easy that was. "Cool..."

That was when I felt Draco's hand slide into mine. "Are we allowed to invite younger years?"

And I tried, and failed, to hide my ecstatic smile.

Ron, shaken out of his reverie, stared at Malfoy for a very long time. "Why?"

Draco stared back just as long and hard. "No reason.  I just felt like interjecting a random question into the conversation. Who wants to merrily skip down the hallway together singing show tunes?! See. I get a high out of it."

More long, hard, staring.

"I didn't know you were funny," Ron said through clenched teeth. Draco had opened his mouth before Hermione coughed loudly from Ron's side.

"Yes. It says that 7th years can invite people from another year. Just like the Yule Ball."

Draco turned to Hermione. "Thank you," he managed to get out with a lot of difficulty. I knew he was only being so civil because I was squeezing on to his hand with way more strength than was necessary.

"You're welcome."

And there it was.  Typical Draco and Hermione conversation: Very politely forced. And typical Ron and Draco conversation, very sarcastic. Typical Harry and Draco conversation:  There wasn't any.

I looked up at Draco expectantly, waiting for him to go and ask me. Harry and Ron watched.

After a few moments, I tugged on his elbow.  He glanced at me as though just noticing me. "Yes?"

"Er, don't you have to ask me something?" I smiled widely, and I swear it looked as though Draco were trying extra hard not to burst out laughing, but in a second it was gone.

"Right." He dropped my hand. "Ginny," he smiled, and reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

I grinned, not even aware of Ron's eyes glued to Draco hoping that looks could kill. "Will you..."

I had already begun nodding.

"Come on to Hogsmeade with me already?"  My cloud came crashing down, and suddenly everyone else in the hall came back into sight. "Let's go," he said nodding in the direction of the double doors.

He smirked at me.  

Oh he knew what I wanted. He knew that it was killing me that he hadn't asked me. He knew that I had no power in asking him, me not being a 7th year.

And he was enjoying every minute of it.

*End Flashback*

"That is so cute!" Sharon sighed.

Beth, who had been avidly listening the whole time, nodded. "I'll never get tired of it."

I laughed, shaking my head.

"Well, continue! I wanna hear the really romantic stuff!" Anna urged.

I sighed. "Okay. So, we were walking in Hogsmeade, and all the 7th year girls were bunching together to shop for real muggle dresses.  That was part of why I had wanted so badly this dress. I've always been in love with muggle dresses, and since the bulletin called it a 'traditional muggle dance' I knew that I would finally get to wear one." 

I paused for a second.  This was the part of the story I always left blurry.  The part where I left out how I was moping along not just because Draco had me wrapped around his finger, but also because, let's face it, I was broke.  And muggle dresses did not come cheap in a wizarding town.  "So, at one point, I just glanced over at one of the stores that Parvati had come out of, and that's when I saw the perfect dress.  Maybe not for some people, but for me, it was exactly what I wanted. Not too fancy, not too simple.  A color that would, like you said, match my hair. And the material looked so soft..." I trailed for a second, admiring the dress in the mirror.

"But you didn't get it," Sharon said.

"Too expensive," Beth added.

"Right," I said. I hadn't even looked in the store to check the price.  I saw the sale tag glimmering through the window, practically shoving itself at me, showing me what I couldn't have.

"Fast forward to two days ago!" Sharon practically squealed.

"Er...yes," I said. Then I sighed. I had wanted to keep it all only to myself, but my roommates had demanded details the second they saw the dress. I had to admit; it felt good to tell someone. To share with them the wonderful person that Draco was. That they never saw.  That deep down in my selfish ways, I didn't even want anyone but me to see.


I heard the knock on my door just I was getting ready to go down to dinner.  All the girls in my dorm had already left, because as usual, I was late.

I threw open the door. "Draco!" I gasped, before quickly scanning my dorm to make sure no, erm, personal items were scattered around, and then told him to come in.

"How did you get in here?"

"I knocked."

I sighed heavily. "I know, but I mean, in Gryffindor Tower."

"I knocked."

I smiled. "Who let you in?"


I laughed out loud. "He did not!"

Draco grinned. "Okay. But Hermione did. It was close. Ron actually opened it before closing it in my face again. The Fat Lady was threatening to kill me for pounding on her. I didn't worry. She's not exactly 3-dimensional."

I smiled again.  It was inevitable when I was around him, even if I was beginning to get a little fed up with his antics. The dance was two days away and he still hadn't asked me.  "So what are you doing here?"

He shoved a box that I hadn't even noticed he had been holding at me. "Here."

"What is it?" I said tentatively taking it.

"Well, Ginny," Draco said sarcastically, sitting down on my bed, "most people open a gift to find out."

I sat down on my bed too, facing Draco. One leg hanging off the side, the other curled under me. Slowly, for the second time, I laid my eyes on my dream dress. "Oh my God..." I whispered, fluffing out the simple, strapless black and white gown.  It had that aura of a ball gown with out any intricate fancy work. From about the calf up it was all black and then down to my ankles it curved to white. There was a tiny clip, right before the barrier between black and white was broken, shaped like a snowflake. 

And it was perfect.  Exactly what I wanted just because it was something not so fancy.  Because I didn't like to stand out so much, I didn't like to wear a lot or any make-up.  So this dress would just show me, not some made-up fake fancy version of me. I sighed, loving the satin feel of it, just dying to see if I could twirl around in it and feel the material swirling in pools at my ankles.

"Oh, Draco..." I breathed. "It's really...I mean, how did you know?"

He shrugged, in a way that told me he was completely unaware of his perfection. As much as he annoyingly pretended to strut it -- he just had no idea. "I saw you looking at it.  The last Hogsmeade weekend."

I breathed in deeply. "I can't believe you noticed..." Draco was staring at me intently. I leaned in and kissed him tenderly, then looked down at the dress somewhat regretfully. I sighed again, although this time it wasn't so happily.

"What?" Draco asked. "Wrong size? I really had no idea...I just picked out one of the lowest numbers...."

"The size is fine," I said, my eyes filling. I couldn't believe he had gone through all this trouble for me.  And managed to do it without me even knowing.  He must have went straight back to Hogsmeade after we left. "It's just..." Carefully I fingered the lightweight material.  "It's really beautiful."

Draco didn't say anything.

"And it cost so much..."

"Not that much."

But he would never understand. Maybe it didn't cost so much to him, but to me... He might as well've bought me a castle. "Thank you," I said softly, meeting his eyes.

Draco pushed a few strands of hair away from his face. "Don't worry about it, Ginny."

"You know I can't accept it."  I looked longingly at the dress, before shoving it back at him.

He stared at me blankly for a moment, and then he began laughing. "How come whenever I do something nice you can't accept it?"

I blinked. That was not entirely true! "It's not tha--"

"Ginny you want the dress," he interrupted.

I looked at it from my outstretched hands. "I don't need it."

"Well if you want it, then--"

"I didn't say I wanted it!"

"If you want it," Draco repeated evenly. "Then take it gratefully."

I sighed.  I had been defeated.  He wasn't the typical guy who, when I declared that I couldn't accept it, would say 'But I want you to have it' or 'you deserve it'.  No, Draco would just lecture me, and prove me wrong.

I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

I pulled the dress back to me. "Thank you."

He nodded approvingly.

"Draco?" I looked down at the dress for a second. "You didn't have to do this."

"Sure, but I'm a nice guy," he smirked.

I bit my lip. "Why though?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Why am I a nice guy?!"

I laughed. "No.  I mean, why did you go through all that trouble for me?"

He swallowed, his face becoming hard to read, but his eyes telling me everything. "You know why, Ginny," he said, quickly glancing at me. "Because I...want you to go to the dance with me."

The words I had waited for, for almost two weeks, came out of his lips in the sweetest most vulnerable way.

"I was going to anyway.  Whether you asked me or not."  And I smiled, because though his reason for doing this for me was so I would go to the dance with him, his eyes were telling me that it was because he loved me. He didn't have the strength to say it.

And that was good enough for me.

*End Flashback*

Collective sighs all around.

"You suck," Anna said.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help, in my girlishness, to let out a giggle.

"You are soooooooooooooooooooo," Sharon dragged at the 'o' for about five more minutes, "Lucky, Ginny."

"I want Draco," Beth stated.

This made me swell with pride. "This is why I don't like telling the story!" It was sort of a lie.  I loved telling the story. But I had to tell it to less envious people. 

More collective sighs. "You better get going," Anna said. "It's almost 7."

I nodded, and then hugged each of them, taking one last look in the mirror.  My flat sandals were on the right feet, my dress wasn't inside out, and my hair, which was let free in waves, falling a little past my shoulders in loose curls, wasn't sticking out in any odd angles.

Before I could find anything to criticize, I drew my eyes away from my reflection. 

And after saying our goodbyes, I flew out the door.


I heard Lavender gasp as I walked into the common. "Ginny that is not you!"

"Erm..." I looked around.  The common room looked way dingy compared to the people in it.  It was tuxes and ball gowns everywhere.  Parvati was wearing this gorgeous little pink dress with knotted straps, and adorable pink heels.  The front of her hair was twisted in little rows, finishing with small, can you guess, pink rose buds.  The rest was down curly. "Actually it is."

"You look sooo gorgeous!" She and Lavender gushed, running up to me. "I love your dress!"

"Thanks."  I felt really ugly next to them however.  They were always beautiful, but tonight they out did themselves. "You guys look amazing."

They grinned. "Thanks!" they squealed in unison before running off to tackle Hermione. 

I laughed, shaking my head. I was about to go over to the portrait hole to meet Draco in the hall before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around. "Harry!"

He grinned, mocking me. "Ginny!"

I hugged him tightly for a moment, before breaking away. I know I had just seen him at dinner and all that but...There was something so emotional building up inside me. This was the last day of school.  The last day of school ever for Harry. "You look very handsome."

He shook his head, laughing. "Thank you Ginny."  Ah, he had no idea. He did look good.  A tuxedo looked way better than dress robes in my opinion.

He then pointed at me. "Now you look gorgeous, Ginny."

"Oh..." I laughed. "I do not."

"You're kidding yourself."

I glanced at him shyly. "Thank you." It was clearly a night of thank yous.  There was an awkward moment of silence, before I managed to ask, "Who are you going with?"

"To what?"

I snorted. "To this!"

"Oh. No one."

My eyes bugged out of my head. "And why not?" I demanded.

He shuffled his feet. "I couldn't find a date."

"Harry, you psycho.  Who were you asking? Pansy Parkinson!? I can't imagine any single girl, Slytherins excluded, who would say no to you."

"Okay, so I didn't ask anyone," he said to his feet.

I blinked rapidly.  "Harry..."

He then looked up at me. "Ginny you better go.  Everyone but us has left."

I hadn't even noticed.  I didn't care. "Harry," I said sternly.


"Why aren't you taking anyone to the dance?"

He looked back at his feet.  The portrait hole.  The ceiling.  His hands.  Anything but me. "Because Draco already got the best girl."

I swallowed hard. We had totally avoided talking about things like this.  I didn't want to know if he still had feelings for me.  I just couldn't handle it. "He did not," I whispered.

"Ginny, don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"But Har--" I started in a whisper.

He leaned forward quickly kissing me on the cheek, then took hold of my shoulders, spun me around and pushed me towards the portrait hole. "I'll see you at the dance."

I sighed, staring at the exit, his hands still secured on my shoulders. "Save a dance for me?" I managed out.

"I'd be crazy not to."

I sniffled at the wall, and as Harry let go of my shoulders, not daring to look back at him, I ran through the portrait hole, and down the hall.

Before I even had the chance to collect my thoughts, I felt someone's presence behind me.

Slowly I turned around. "Hey you," I grinned.

Draco's eyes widened. "Wow."

I flushed; my vocal chords on a temporary vacation.

"You're beautiful."

The sound in his voice made me meet his crystal eyes. I believed him when he said it.  No one ever had made me accept it as true before, except him. He reached forward, tracing his index finger down the side of my cheek, to my jaw, and then to my lips. "Thanks," I managed lightly. He leaned forward and kissed me gently, moving away sooner than I had wanted him too.

We stared at each other, memorizing every little detail of our last night in this school -- in this hallway -- together.  I took in his handsome features. The way he hadn't bothered to brush aside the loose strands of hair that got into his eyes. The way the tux flattered every little bit of him, and how the black of it seemed to make his hair look blonder. Silkier.  Sexier. The nervous way he smiled. His hands shoved in his pockets. His eyes sparkling.

The way he so naturally tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. How we never had to say that we loved each other, but at that moment we were both more aware of it than ever.

How we both knew that things were going to change.  That soon our families would get involved. How we both knew...None of it mattered.  We had found each other, and that was all we needed. Knowing that everything would work out.

The way that we walked into the great hall, our hands laced together, my head leaning on his shoulder.

The way that somehow we both knew all of this, without saying a word.


"You're kidding me."


"Draco that's stupid."

"What is?"


He stared at me from the seat next to me at our deserted round table. "No."


"I don't dance."


"I don't dance."

"DRACO!!!!" I screamed.


I stopped being angry for one second to lean over and kiss him quickly, and then went back to glaring daggers at him. Over the months we had started a sort-of tradition.  Every time he told me to shut up I would kiss him, in memory of the first time we kissed. I barely even had to think about it anymore.

"I can't believe this," I muttered, looking around at the Great Hall, which was decorated in a vast assortment of silver, green, red, gold, yellow, black, and blue.  All of the house colors. They sounded pretty clashing if you thought about it, but the way they were blended together, it made it look like a Hogwarts Rainbow had set itself over the great hall. Little round tables were set up all surrounding the dance floor.  Which, I may add, was packed because EVERYONE WAS DANCING EXCEPT FOR ME AND DRACO. 

I stared enviously at a very much in love Ron and Hermione. "Everyone but us is dancing with someone. I cannot believe you."

"Now, that isn't true," Draco said, being highly annoying.  He didn't understand how much this meant to me. "Potter isn't."

I snapped to attention. "Where is he?"

"You asked that rather quic--"

"Draco," I snarled. "Don't get me started."

He laughed. "Over there," he said vaguely. 

From across the dance floor, the crowds seemed to part, and there stood Harry leaned up against a wall, watching Ron and Hermione dance.  They were completely unaware.

I felt my stomach twist. I knew what must have been going through his head. "I have to go..." I whispered idly.

Draco's smile fell. "What?" His eyes looked hard.

I began getting up. "I'm going to dance with Harry."

"Ginny!" He looked outraged.

"Draco.  He's my friend."

"What am I then!?"

"Not dancing with me!" I snapped. Hurriedly, I walked away, approaching Harry just as the current song was ending, and a new one began.

He noticed me coming and wiped the glum look off his face. "Ginny," he nodded to me.

"You haven't backed out on that saved dance, have you?"

"Oh Ginny," he shook his head in the smallest yet most dramatic of movements. "I wouldn't miss a dance with you for the world," he said as though mocking a classic romance movie.

I laughed. "Good," I grinned, leading him out to the dance floor.

I rested my hands loosely around his shoulders, as he did the same around my waist.

"So about Ron and Hermione..." I began.

"You were watching me watching them?"

I smiled sadly. "Yes."

"I hate being jealous of them." I wasn't so sure he was saying it to me, or just to himself.


He didn't answer right away. We just swayed to the music for a moment. "Because..." he said finally. "I always thought it would be the three of us. That we would be reminiscing on a night like this. They've only been with each other, and that's fine...It's just..." he shrugged. "They were the first people who chose to be my friends, not because they cared what my name was, but because they cared about me."

I felt a lump in my throat, as I wished very hard that Ron would realize this too. "I always thought you guys would be the trio forever."

He shrugged. "We still are, just not tonight."

It was, in a way, a very honest and brave thing to say. Because tonight was the last night.  And tomorrow was the first day.  It would never be like their first year together. They would never be so young, and close, and carefree. I felt sad for them all.

"I wish we could fast forward forty years and know what it will all have turned out like," he said after a moment glancing over my shoulder at nothing in particular.

"But I already do know," I said making him meet my eyes. "You'll become this famous, successful something, whether it be Quidditch player, or auror or anything you want, and you'll meet this girl who you fall madly in love with. When you come to the Burrow for Christmas you'll show me a picture of her. Of course she'll be beautiful, and I'll hate her without even knowing her."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yes. But deep down, I'll really just be jealous, because I know that you like her, which would have to mean she's simply perfect."

Harry gave a short incredulous laugh. "What makes you so sure?"

I smiled. "Haven't you figured it out yet, Harry Potter?"

He stared at me blankly.

"You're kind-of incredible."

He grinned. "Kind of?"

I smiled. "No one is perfect."

He laughed. "Except for my future girlfriend, apparently."

"Except for her." I stared at him for a long time. There was a part of him that hadn't let me go completely, and there was a part of me still fighting with trying to let him go. Not because I was still in love with him, but because I was scared not to be. After all this time.

"What are you thinking about?" he said breaking my concentration.

I shrugged. "Life."

"That's a pretty vast topic, Ginny."

I blinked, contemplating on what to tell him. "I guess more like Hogwarts without you.  Without anyone."


"I mean other people will be here...Just not anyone that matters."

He breathed deeply, "You'll still have all your friends in your own year."

"It's different."

"I know." We stayed silent for a while, fearing the future. "But on the bright side," Harry said, breaking the unwanted silence. "For the first time in your Hogwarts experience you will be completely 100 percent, protective-brother free."

I slow smile crept across my face. "You know," I said, "When you think of it like that..."

He laughed, and pulled me against him. I put my cheek against his shoulder and we danced to the lyrics of the current song, thoughts flying through our heads unwillingly. So much was about to change.  This part of his life was over, but he had to realize it wasn't the end, it was simply the beginning. I wasn't sure who I was more scared for, him or myself. I always felt rather protected at Hogwarts, with him there, and now Draco. Even my brothers, but you couldn't pay me to admit that. Now they were all leaving. The people I grew up with, which was strange.  They weren't even in my year. But I had to let go because in a way, a new chapter to my life was starting as well.

The song ended, and I stared at Harry seeing in his eyes that every thought I had been having played a part in his mind too. "Malfoy's coming," he whispered, not breaking contact with me.

I swallowed hard; watching Draco, out of the corner of my eye, practically charge at us. I felt like laughing and crying all at the same time. "Goodbye Harry."

"I'll see you on the train home, Ginny. And all this summer at the Burrow." I reached up on my tiptoes, and hugged him fiercely, before kissing him lightly on the cheek.  A new song had begun, and Draco stood there waiting, looking very torn, his fists clenched.

I looked at Malfoy, and he held out a hand to me. "Let's dance, Gin," he said gruffly. He didn't acknowledge Harry's existence but simply pulled me away from him.

I glanced back at Harry who watched me and Draco, not in a jealous or angry way...just simply watching. I sighed, turning my gaze back to Draco. He had his hands on my waist, looking at me with a peculiar expression. "I thought you couldn't dance," I said accusingly.

"I didn't say I couldn't," Malfoy drawled. "I said I didn't."

I sighed, exasperated. "Well, I knew a bit of jealousy would bring you to your senses." I put my hands around his neck. He was a pretty good dancer, actually. He didn't step on my feet at all.

"Who said I was jealous?"

I snorted. "I'm not stupid! You know I was watching you by that table..."

"And I was watching you out here."

"You couldn't have looked more--" We both began at the same time.

"Surly," I cut in. 

"Beautiful," Draco said. His eyes were breathtaking.

I felt my cheeks flush, and I had to look away for a long time before I could finally face him.

Malfoy just shook his head. "Well thank you, Ginny. Here I am throwing compliments at you and what do I get for them?"

I smiled slightly, and leaned forward kissing him softly. "That," I breathed.

I sighed, settling against him. Draco tenderly ran his fingers through the locks of hair that cascaded down my back. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "And I'm going to miss you."

I smiled against his shoulder before looking up at him, letting my eyes show him how I felt.  He swallowed hard but said nothing, and I knew that he had just mentally relaxed, because though he would never admit it, he wasn't sure if I still loved him, after the scene with Harry. "We still have all summer," I reminded him, settling back against his shoulder.

"But what about our parents--"

"We'll sneak around."

I could just imagine Draco's eyebrows shooting up past the locks of hair that fell into his eyes. "Don't you worry that we'll get caught?"

I glanced up at him, my eyes glinting mischievously. "Well, that'll be the fun of it."

"What have I done to you?" he muttered, and I laughed, falling back against him.

Over his shoulder I could see Harry laughing and talking very animatedly with Ron and Hermione. I grinned feeling my eyes well, and the knot in my stomach lift. It would be okay, after all.

Harry caught my eye, and grinned at me. The corners of my mouth twinged up. Tearing my eyes away from the sight, I bit my lip, thinking hard. So Harry hadn't found the one he was meant to be with just yet.  But there was the wonderful prospect of that perfect someone in the near future.

I smiled to myself, completely, wonderfully, deliriously happy.

For I thought, no one deserved it more than he did.

.The End.

For those who are curious as to wear my inspiration for Ginny's dress came from, go here: -- that's her dress.  Maybe not the prettiest/fanciest thing to you, but to me and Ginny, it's just darling!

A/N2: *wails* This is very depressing to me, and I am not kidding when I say that my eyes are full as I am typing this!! I will miss this story!!  But don't you worry your pretty little heads, I have another story in the works. D/G! Woohoo! You must check it out when I start posting. 

*sighs long and hard*  Thank you everyone who stuck with this story.  Everyone who fell in love with Draco just as I did.  Everyone who cried for Harry, like me (*sighs again*), and those faithful people who reviewed and reviewed and reviewed again with all your kind words!!! I love you all!! *hugs*

Well, I hope you enjoyed reading You Don't Know Me and Say It To My Face as much as I enjoyed writing them.  It's been a good run!

Until next time,