Chapter Four: Civility
AN: Wow, this story caught a bit of fire with the last chapter! I'm glad interest spiked, as I love hearing people's reactions to this story! Thanks so much to everyone who read, and a special thanks to HPfan29, Hans153, Charmed651, indiat, Niriamel, IpreferJasper, manitou2422, Hidge, FlapperGirl, and Maria Lynette for reviewing!
To address some concerns over on Granger Enchanted, where this story is being cross-posted, I don't personally think Hermione is overreacting. Well, I do, but I think it's pretty understandable given history. I don't subscribe to "they secretly had a crush on each other all those years and Draco's not that bad". I see her, Harry, and Ron as truly hating Draco and vice versa, regardless of circumstances in the past. Having said that, I think that Hermione's reaction seems so extreme because no one else is acting that way. Please remember that Hermione and Ginny are the only ones who even know about the kiss, and Hermione is the only one who knows he showed up in the garden. In my experience, worried mothers can be very... extreme. I know that was kind of a long-winded explanation, but the sheer volume of reviews that I got expressing this concern, I felt warranted it. Thank you for reading. Haha.
Having said that, also remember that these are initial responses to the situation, and we are still yet to reach the cool-down period, which will be addressed in this chapter. Enjoy!
Hermione was not having a good week. It had been three days, and Rose hadn't spoken to her since the episode in the garden, and she was having a hard time providing excuses to Ron as to why. PMS could only work for so long. She began staying later and later at work, but before long she had worked her way through everything in her in-box, and came to terms with the fact that she would have to return home.
It seemed that Ginny had kept her word and not told anyone about Rose and Scorpius, but Harry wasn't the best Auror of his age for nothing. He was sure to get suspicious soon enough, and then Ron would pick up on it as well. She would have to decide what to do soon.
Madame Maxime and Fleur had both returned Hermione's owls, Maxime informing her that of course they had a spot for Rose, as well as Victoire and Lily, for that matter, should they wish to attend. Hermione supposed she should have expected that. As slight celebrities of their time, she was sure people could imagine advantage in having their children enrolled in their schools.
Fleur, however, had written a very short and concise letter, informing Hermione that if she thought Beauxbatons was a good place to raise a young lady, she would have sent Victoire there from the beginning. Hermione was beginning to think that Fleur, who seemed at least acceptably modest if annoying, was the exception of the graduates of the school.
Hermione was running out of options.
She left St. Mungo's, gazing longingly at the urgent care center, full of dischord and varying levels of magical mishaps, and wished that she had not accepted the position of Director. She could work all night, if she chose, if she was still just a normal Healer.
But for now, she would have to go home. She looked at her watch. It was nearly eight. She had definitely missed dinner, at least, and with any luck maybe at least part of the household would be getting ready to go to bed by the time she got home. She decided to take the Muggle underground to improve those odds.
Once on the train, she settled into a seat by the window, leaning her head back against the seat and closing her eyes.
She had also done a lot of thinking about what Draco had said. She hadn't realized that he held that much animosity towards her and the others. It shouldn't surprise her, she supposed, given the anger that she clearly still held towards him. She actually hadn't realized just how angry she was until this had all started. It bothered her, that even after all that had happened, and all of this time, their prejudices were still just as strong as ever.
But that was the way it was, wasn't it? She doubted it was even changeable by this point. People didn't change in their thirties, did they?
Still, her heart went out to Draco, in a way. Life hadn't exactly been easy for him. Back when they were kids, he hadn't made it easy on himself. But now... did he really deserve it? Lucius and Narcissa sentenced to the Kiss, Astoria leaving him, Scorpius leaving him... She didn't know. She generally tried not to act as judge and executioner for others. But apparently that only extended until her children got involved.
Hermione sighed and raised her head, peering out the window to watch for the next station sign. She hadn't been paying attention, and didn't know how many she had left. She was surprised to see that she only had two more stops to go, though it was actually quite a distance by train. She had been musing longer than she had thought.
At her stop she stood wearily and stepped off of the train, making her way slowly to the stairs leading out of the train station. She sighed again. This was ridiculous. She shouldn't be dreading going home so much. She would have to at the very least talk to Rose – really talk; communicate, not yell – in the morning. She hadn't changed her mind, but she needed the tension in the house to stop. Rose could be mad for awhile. Anger alone, she could deal with, but this secrecy and constant suspicion and worry was wearing on her.
She stopped in her tracks when she reached the top of the stairs, startled to see a severe-looking black owl perched on the railing, blinking at her. It scooted a few inches down the railing and cocked its head at her, holding out its leg. Hermione looked around for a moment, wondering why the owl was delivering a letter to her in a Muggle area. Most owls were trained better than that. And who would be writing to her anyway? She didn't recognize the owl.
Once she had ensured that no one was coming up the stairs, she reached out and deftly untied the letter from its leg. It blinked at her once more before taking flight, disappearing quickly into the night sky.
She opened the letter and unfolded it quickly, scanning to the bottom of the page first to see who had sent it. Her heart plummeted. Draco Malfoy's name was emblazoned across the parchment in neat script. What did he want?
If decorum and manners ruled our interactions, I would apologize for my behaviour earlier this week. However, if decorum and manners ruled our interactions, you would not have burst into my house without first being invited. So I will not be apologizing to you.
Having said that, I would appreciate it if you would come to the manor as soon as possible so that we may discuss this situation, now that we have both had some time to cool down.
I will be expecting you, send your patronus through the wards.
Hermione rolled her eyes. What on earth could he possibly want to discuss? She was pretty sure she knew where he stood on the situation, he had made that much clear. She debated it. On the one hand, she really was not in the mood for his abuse tonight, and she didn't think she would particularly enjoy his company, even if he wasn't as angry as he had been.
On the other hand, he seemed as though he may be willing to help her now. And it was a productive alternative to going home just yet. She groaned to herself, knowing she was caught between a rock and a hard place. She took looked around once more, confirming that she was alone, and then took out her wand, Apparating quickly to the manor.
Rose glanced at the clock in her room. It was nearly nine o'clock, and her mother still wasn't home. Her father had wondered allowed nearly all through dinner what was keeping her, to the point that Rose had finally excused herself, claiming to be feeling ill and going to bed early. She of course knew why her mother wasn't home, and she didn't want her family to read it on her face.
She fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her brow furrowed. Why couldn't her mother just listen to her? Okay, so she hadn't really attempted to talk much in the past few days, if at all, but still.
It wasn't even as though her mother was right. She and Scorpius were best friends, yes, but only friends.
She closed her eyes, curling up on her bed. Scorpius' face entered her mind's eye, his odd gray eyes somehow warm, despite their colour, his mouth stretched into a small smile. He only ever smiled at her, she noticed.
Still, they were only friends.
Hermione stood outside the gates of the manor for a few moments, trying to summon a sufficient memory to summon her patronus. There was only one that could overcome the stress she had been feeling lately, and the unease of her current location. She concentrated, letting the memory lift her spirits, and flicked her wand.
The silvery otter shot ahead, winding through the wrought iron bars of the gate, and hurried up the path to the house. She waited expectantly, and after a few moments the door opened and Wren came scurrying down the steps and towards Hermione.
"Miss Granger," the elf squeaked when it reached her, pushing the gate open. "Master is expecting you. Master asked Wren to show you in."
Hermione bit her tongue, resisting the urge to tell the elf that she didn't need to degrade herself by serving any wizard, much less a Malfoy, and followed the eager creature. Once inside, Wren led her to a spacious dining room. Draco was seated at the head of the table, and gestured for her to sit in the chair to his right. Hermione thought it a bit odd, that they would not meet in the sitting room, or possibly a study, but she entered cautiously, still gripping her wand tightly, and took the indicated seat.
"Planning on cursing me, Granger?" Draco asked, looking amused. Hermione narrowed her eyes, but sat her wand down on the table, quite within easy reach.
"What I would like to know is why you're not cursing her," a smooth voice drawled and Hermione jumped in surprise. The voice seemed to be coming from over her, and she looked up, her eyes growing wide when they fell on a large portrait of none other than Lucius Malfoy. "Really, Draco, inviting a Mudblood into our ancestral home, and this one at that. It's really such a pity she survived. I sincerely hope you're planning to remedy that."
Draco narrowed his eyes and flicked his wand without looking at the portrait. Lucius' mouth continued to move, but no sound came out. Upon realizing this, the portrait became angry, and seemed to settle on glaring scathingly at the two of them.
"Don't mind him," Draco said. "He is as he died, after all."
To the best of Hermione's knowledge, Lucius was not dead, but she didn't feel this was a point worth arguing. He was as good as dead, after all.
She could remember the day that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy received the Kiss. The Battle of Hogwarts was only a month old. The wounds of the war, both physical and mental, were still unhealed, the Order's victory still fresh, and the cry for justice louder than ever. It was a public spectacle, reminiscent of the beheadings of centuries before. It was broadcast of the Wizarding Wireless network, but Hermione hadn't listened. A cheer had risen across the wizarding world when it was over. And the Malfoys were not unique in that sense. The same story could be told of all of the captured Death Eaters.
Hermione remembered feeling badly for Draco at the time.
"Don't, Mione," Ron had said. "All the people they killed, for no reason... They're evil. They deserve this more than anyone."
And Ron had been right. At least, she thought so.
"When Scorpius was about six, I took him to the circus," Draco said quietly. Hermione blinked at him. Why was he telling her this? That was a pretty normal thing for a parent to do. She actually thought it would be more difficult to find a parent who hadn't taken their kids to the circus at some point.
"Okay," she said hesitantly. Draco took a drink of his wine and then cleared his throat.
"He had fun. I don't think I'd ever seen him so happy before, and I know I haven't seen him so happy since. I told myself that I would be better than my father," he paused here, smiling wryly and tipping his glass towards Lucius' portrait in a mock salute. "I would do all of the things for Scorpius that kids like, that he never did for me. I would be a good father, and husband."
He stopped here, his eyes sliding out of focus for a moment. Hermione waited patiently for him to continue. It was a few minutes before he seemed to realize that he had stopped speaking. His eyes focused on Hermione again.
"But I didn't do those things," he said. "I was never cruel to Scorpius. I never forced my beliefs on him. I'm sure he knows what I believe, as it's a matter of public record, but I made it a point not to discuss it, not to influence him. I told myself that that was enough, that in doing these things, or not doing them, I was keeping my promise... But I never took him to the circus again, either. Or anywhere else. I sank further into my work, and repairing the Malfoy image, and left it to Astoria to do all of those things.
"For a while, Astoria was content to be Lady Malfoy, if only in name, and enjoyed the privileges that come with the title. But slowly she began to realize she was being neglected, as well as Scorpius. We began to fight, and she began to hate me, as Draco, though I think she still loves me as a Malfoy. Does that make sense, Granger?" he asked, looking at her with his brow furrowed. Hermione didn't think it really did, but she remained quiet, wanting Draco to finish his story.
"Scorpius, always more Astoria's son than mine, started to resent me. Shortly after that our marriage failed completely. Astoria got Scorpius, a handsome annual stipend from the Malfoy estate to sustain her lifestyle, and I suppose maybe happiness. I... I lost everything," he finished. Hermione wanted to say something, to comfort him in some way, but she couldn't bring herself to. There was still a part of her that felt that he deserved anything that life threw at him. She was almost alarmed to realize that that part of her seemed to be less powerful after hearing his story, though.
That was ridiculous. Did hardships really make up for the pain he had caused other people?
She was pulled from her thoughts when Draco let out a harsh laugh.
"And then, on the day I found out my marriage was over, before even Scorpius knew, there you were. You, and your whole happy little family," he said, his voice thick with... was it sorrow? Hermione had expected rage, or at least disgust. "Astoria and I took Scorpius to King's Cross together, still keeping up appearances, and you and Potter and Weasley were there, with your whole sodding brood of happy, loving little welps."
"You're upset that we're happy?" she asked. Draco laughed again.
"No, Granger. I am upset because I am not," he said. "I had planned to reconcile with Scorpius when he was an adult, and could better understand. But then you drag him in here. You, of all people, brought him here for the first time since the divorce, and attempted to shame him in front of me."
Hermione bit her lip. She hadn't intended to shame Scorpius. She had just been so angry, and had wanted it taken care of quickly. She hadn't known how it would seem to Draco, or the effect it would have when his family history was taken into account. But there was something else about what he had said that stuck with her even more.
"I think you're making a mistake, waiting for Scorpius to be an adult before you reconcile," she said. "And anyway, I assume he's of age, given that he can Apparate."
"He's still in school, and still a child," Draco pointed out.
"Still," Hermione said. "Children have an incredible capacity for forgiveness and love. It gets a bit harder once they are adults."
"Is that why you're okay with treating your daughter so unfairly?" Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow at her. "Because you know she'll forgive you?"
Hermione felt gobsmacked.
"I don't think I'm treating her unfairly," she protested. "Maybe I shouldn't have acted on my anger so quickly, but don't mistake me, I still don't agree to them being together."
"Does your daughter look like you, Granger?" Draco asked suddenly, squinting at her from across the table.
"Some," she said. "More as she gets older. She has a lot of Ron in her, though."
"Poor girl," Draco laughed. Hermione glared at him. "Oh calm down. I'm sure you couldn't produce an ugly child if you tried."
"She really is quite pretty," Hermione insisted.
"I'm sure, as I said," Draco agreed.
"What are you playing at, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes. Draco shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.
"Nothing. Now that you're not you know, awkward and eleven, you're not bad looking as far as Mudbloods go," he said. "I'd definitely pick you out of the lot at a revel."
"Merlin, Malfoy, can't you give just one honest compliment?" Hermione snapped. He smirked.
"Not to you, Granger," he said. "Never to you."
Hermione decided to ignore him, instead staring across the room at the silenced portrait of Lucius as she took a drink of her wine.
"Does that ever bother you?" she asked finally, tipping her glass in the portrait's direction. Draco turned his head to look, and then shrugged.
"It might," he said. "I try not to think about it. It's stuck up there permanently, so there's not much use in getting upset about it."
They sat in companionable silence for a moment as Lucius continued to look contemptuously over them. Hermione tilted her glass slightly, causing the contents to swirl gently around.
"What should we do?" she finally asked. "About Rose and Scorpius, I mean."
"What did I just tell you, Granger, about getting upset over unchangeable things?" Draco asked, smirking at her. She shook her head.
"I can't help it," she said.
"My son is nothing like me," Draco said. "He hates me, and everything I stand for. He hates me for everything that I did before him, and everything I didn't do after him. So if you are imagining your daughter and my son as yourself and me... I hardly think you have anything to worry about."
Hermione didn't meet his eyes. That was sort of how she saw it. But Rose could be so much like her, and Scorpius... He just seemed so much like his father. And she and Draco would surely have been disastrous. She surely would have been destroyed.
"If you cannot help but worry," Draco continued when she didn't answer. "Then I suppose you must do what you will. But Astoria will not send Scorpius away, and I do not have the authority to. So I suppose your only option then is to send Rose away. But I don't think it will solve anything and I don't think you want to do that."
"France is a fair sight different than England, isn't it?" she asked softly. Draco smiled.
"That, and I've known Beauxbatons witches," Draco said. "You don't want Rose to end up like that."
Hermione knew it. If what she had heard of the school was true, then she didn't want that for her daughter. There had to be another option.
"I'll have to talk to Ron," she muttered, resigned to the worst.
"For that, I am very sorry," Draco said, smirking again. Hermione laughed.
Rose stuck her head out of her window, alerted by a sharp, intermittent tapping at the glass. After a moment of staring around in the dark, she ducked quickly as a small rock sailed through her window. She waited a second to stick her head up again, peering out into the darkness once more, searching.
Below stood Scorpius, his wand in one hand. A pebble that he had been levitating dropped to the ground when he saw her. He grinned and she shook her head, motioning for him to wait a moment.
She shut her window, grabbing her robe from the hook on her door before creeping out into the hall. She nearly screamed when she found herself face-to-face with Luna. She must have just gotten back from her visit with her father.
"Oh my lord," she gasped, her hand going to her heart reflexively. The blonde witch didn't flinch.
"It's not a good idea," she said knowingly. "Your mother will be upset."
"You won't tell her, will you?" Rose asked, not bothering with how Luna knew what was going on.
"I don't suppose so," Luna said. "But it's still not a good idea."
With that, she drifted off down the hall to the stairs, ascending towards her room. Rose hesitated, unsure. Luna was usually right about these things. But then, that was Scorpius downstairs. She couldn't just ignore her best friend, could she?
She made her way quietly to the stairs, creeping carefully towards the front door. She skipped the third step out of habit. It creaked loudly, which was usually just annoying. But tonight she was grateful for that reflex, as she didn't want to alert Harry or Ginny.
She opened the door slowly and stepped outside, careful to keep the doorknob twisted to quieten the loud click. Once safely outside, she hurried around the house, finding Scorpius in the darkness. He was leaning against the side of the house casually, but straightened up when he saw Rose approaching.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed. "Just because you're of age now, doesn't mean you can just pop into people's gardens whenever you want!"
"I heard your mother is having drinks with my dad. I figured it would be safe to visit now," Scorpius said.
"In case you've forgotten, I have a very angry, very prejudice father and uncle," she pointed out. Scorpius shrugged, grinning.
"Guess I decided this was worth the risk," he said. Rose crossed her arms, frowning at him. He could be so hardheaded at times.
"Fine," she finally said. It was nice to see him, after all. She didn't know when she'd be allowed to again, especially if she wasn't allowed to return to Hogwarts. "What did you come for?"
"I wanted to invite you to the annual Malfoy masquerade ball tomorrow night," he said. Rose gaped at him.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked, nearly laughing at the absurdity of his statement. "A Weasley at a Malfoy event. Clearly you're mad."
"Ah, but that's the genius of it," he said. "No one will know you're a Weasley. It's a masquerade, as I said."
"I think it'll still be fairly obvious," she said, flipping her hair pointedly. Scorpius laughed.
"But you'll come, won't you," he said, sounding sure of it. She sighed.
"It's a really bad idea. I assume your dad will be there. What would he say?" Rose asked.
"Still, you'll come, won't you," he repeated. She laughed.
"It's very short notice."
"But you'll come, won't you."
"Don't you think this is a little cliché, Scorpius? Throwing pebbles at a girl's window to ask her to a ball?" she asked.
"Not at all," he said, seeming unaffected. "It would be cliché if I were a prince, or you a princess."
"You don't think I'm a princess?" Rose said, taking a step forward, feigning offense as she pouted. Scorpius matched her, stepping forward as well. He reached towards her, and she nearly stepped back, taken by surprise. His fingers touched her cheek gently, and then ghosted to tuck her hair behind her ear. Rose was suddenly very aware of how unkempt she must look, having not checked her appearance before leaving her room.
"No," he said quietly, his hand lingering at her neck for a moment. Her breathing had picked up and she blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice her reaction to his touch. "I'm just not a prince. And a princess must always have her prince."
Rose tried to laugh off her nerves, sure that he could hear her heart beating harder.
"You're ridiculous," she said softly. He smiled, his hand finally dropping back to his side.
"But you'll come, won't you," he said once more, and finally she nodded.
"I may be late," she said. "I can't Apparate, and I have to wait for my parents and Hugo to go to bed."
Seeming satisfied, Scorpius finally stepped back.
"Until then, Princess Rose," he said, laughing. The next second there was a loud crack and he was gone, leaving Rose standing alone in the garden. She raised her hand to touch her cheek where his fingers had brushed, and felt the heat of her own blush.
It was getting late. Hermione knew that she was staying at the manor as the lesser of two evils, because she knew that as soon as she returned to Grimmauld Place, she would have to face Ron, and have the talk that could destroy the fragile family balance that they had managed the past few years: a Weasley was now involved with a Malfoy.
"Why did you and Astoria split up? I mean, I know the story, but what was the final straw?" she asked. Draco surveyed her carefully, as though trying to decide how much to say. They had been civil all evening, but there was no mistaking the fact that neither actually trusted the other any more than they could physically pick one another up and toss them from the room.
Well, maybe Draco could do that, she thought as she eyed his muscular stature. He clearly kept up with himself all of these years. But she knew that she, at least, could not achieve that feat.
"I suppose it's really as simple as her growing to hate me," he said. "I don't think she always hated me, and I don't think one wakes up and suddenly hates someone one morning, so I can only guess it happened gradually. I don't know that there was a final straw. I know the last fight we had as a couple was when I worked late on our anniversary."
Hermione didn't know what to say to that. She wanted to know why Astoria would have hated him, hate being such a strong emotion, because if it were for the reasons that she hated him, they surely would never have got married. However, she felt it was in bad form to ask. She contented herself with taking another sip of her wine. She had paced herself well, and while the alcohol of the evening was starting to make her feel warm and content, her head remained clear.
"How about you?" Draco asked after a moment. "Why did you and the Weasel call it quits?"
"We didn't work as a married couple," she said. "I think we both changed after the war. People are different in different situations, and the people we were then didn't translate well to the people that we became when it was over."
"You don't seem that different," Draco observed. Hermione smiled.
"I believe that was the problem. Ron sees me as being much too uptight, too serious," she said. "And compared to him, he's right. Fortunately, we work as a parental unit, so the divorce wasn't too devastating, and we're still quite friendly."
"So for all intents and purposes, you are still married," Draco said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you say that?" she asked.
"You live together, your children live with you, and you're quite friendly," he said. "It's simply not legal anymore."
Hermione knew what he was implying with his emphasis on the word "friendly", and for some reason she wanted to correct him.
"We're not... intimate," she said carefully.
"That's what makes it a real marriage, in my experience," Draco said. "I don't believe Astoria and I knew each other intimately for the last three years of our marriage, and certainly not since."
"Quite the dry spell," Hermione said, and then blushed. Why had she said that? She didn't want to discuss Draco Malfoy's sex life.
"Not at all," he said. "I said Astoria and I were not intimate, not that I was going without."
"You mean you took a mistress?" Hermione asked, gaping at his casual admittance of his infidelity.
"Close your mouth, Granger, it's not at all attractive to gawk like that," Draco said. "But yes, I did. It's not that uncommon, you know. The things that shock you Mudbloods never cease to amaze me."
"Could you not use that word?" Hermione asked. Draco appeared unabashed and she sighed. "It's not a Muggleborn thing, anyway. Plenty of Muggles are unfaithful. I just don't particularly agree with it."
"So you mean to tell me, that since we left Hogwarts, until just a few years ago, you only shagged the Weasel?" Draco asked, surprised.
"You know, Malfoy, that nickname is even less appealing now that my children are Weasleys," Hermione sighed. She didn't mention that she was still technically a Weasley, having not changed her last name back to Granger because of Rose and Hugo. "But yes, I was always faithful to Ron. I've actually only ever been with Ron."
"That's truly unfortunate," Draco said. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"And why is that?" she asked.
"I can't imagine Weasley knows the first thing about pleasing a witch, nor can I really imagine him caring, for that matter," Draco explained. Hermione blushed, unwilling to answer him. "Hit the nail on the head, didn't I?" he asked knowingly. Hermione didn't answer him. "I just think it's a damned shame, that's all, that you've never had a good shag. I think it would do wonders for your temperament. Perhaps that's why you've always been so pissy and uptight."
"Shut it, Malfoy, or I'm leaving," Hermione said, trying to ignore his jab. He had hit a little too close to home with that one.
"Perhaps you should," he said and Hermione was a little surprised, although really she shouldn't be. They weren't friends, after all. Apparently seeing this on her face, Draco added, "It's nearly two in the morning, is all."
"Oh my goodness," Hermione gasped, nearly knocking her nearly empty wine glass over in her haste to check her watch. Draco was telling the truth. "I actually should go. I didn't think to tell anyone I was coming here, and they're probably worried."
Draco nodded, standing.
"I'll walk you out," he said. "Thank you for coming by," he added, surprising Hermione.
"It was nice," she said honestly before she caught herself. "Well, for the most part. It's been pretty tense around the house lately, and it was nice to escape that at least."
"It must be pretty bad for this to be considered a relaxing atmosphere," Draco said. She shrugged. "I don't suppose you'd want to escape it again tomorrow night? Or, tonight, I guess," he amended, looking at his watch.
"I don't know if making this a regular thing would be a good idea," Hermione said warily.
"Well, the Malfoy masquerade ball is tonight, anyway," Draco continued. "If you decide you'd like to escape again, feel free to stop by. Astoria and Scorpius will be here, as well. It might be a good chance for you to get to know Scorpius a bit outside of your garden."
"I'll keep it in mind," Hermione said. She didn't know if she would go or not, but she thought that it was nice of Draco to ask. Maybe he was trying to help in his own way.
What a strange turn of events.
AN: So we have some progress! I'm pretty happy with how this chapter turned out, but now I want to know what you guys think! :D Please review, if you have a moment! See you next chapter!
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