Author's Note: Surprise, I'm back! For one last piece of the tale. I said I'd tie up a few loose ends, so here I am. Your reviews were all so nice! (For the most part.) They were a pretty awesome Christmas gift, honestly. And I'm planning to find enough time to reply to all or most of them (but just a warning: I am feeling SOOOOO lazy this break, so there is still a possibility that I won't get to them after all…). But thanks so much! You guys were an amazing audience (:
Oh by the way, I don't know how many of you guys have read the Demonata series by Darren Shan (author of the Cirque du Freak series), but this epilogue contains a reference to the first book, called Lord Loss. It'd be awesome if you could point it out (if you review). Oh, and if you haven't read Demonata… you totally should. There are ten books (I know, it sounds very long, but the books are all really short—by short I mean not much more than 200 pages each—and after reading Harry Potter books, these go by soooo quickly), and they're amazing.
Wow I totally just plugged that series… originally didn't mean to do that. Well… GO READ IT. Anyway, here's the epilogue! Sorry for the uber long note…
EDIT: I have a message about awards that I am placing at the end of this epilogue. (This is just to let you know ahead of time why the chapter looks super-long.)
I don't turn to face her, but I can tell from her tone that she's surprised.
"What are you doing here?" Daphne asks.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Obviously. What did you want to talk about?"
She walks around me and sits on the bed across from the one I'm occupying. If memory serves me right, I'm sitting on her bed, and she is on what used to be Pansy's bed.
Her surprise sounds genuine.
"Theo. I want to talk about Theo," I say.
She sounds guarded. So she knows already.
"How long have you known?" I ask.
"Known what?" she responds.
I lift my head and finally meet her eyes. "You know what I'm talking about."
She holds my gaze for a moment before lowering her eyes. "I don't want to play guessing games with you, Blaise. If you want to say something, just say it."
She wants all cards on the table? Fine.
"Theo likes you."
She flinches as I say the words, but just barely.
"How long have you known?" I ask.
She's trying to come up with the response that will make me least angry. Just what I was afraid of.
"Don't walk on eggshells around me," I say. "If you're trying not to piss me off, just tell the truth. Did you know in sixth year?"
She sighs. "What if I said that I knew before that?"
I narrow my eyes at her but don't respond.
"He was always too shy to say anything," she says. "I noticed… a long time ago. Definitely before the beginning of sixth year."
"You're only saying this because you want me to think that I didn't mess up his chances with you."
"No, I'm saying it because it's the truth, and that's what you asked for."
I shake my head. "There's no way you could have known when Draco and I didn't even notice."
"Look, I'm a girl. We pick up these sorts of things. You boys think you're being so discreet when you have a crush, but it's so obvious."
I only frown at her, and she sighs.
"Theo… he's never been very outspoken. You know that. He's the youngest of the three of you, and he always followed you and Draco around. It's not your fault if you didn't notice a few lingering glances in my direction, especially since he was standing behind you half the time you were together."
"I'm not convinced."
She glares at me, clearly exasperated, and throws her hands up in the air. "Fine! What do you want me to do, hmm? Am I supposed to prove this somehow? It's not as though we can go back in time a few years and interrogate me!"
"Hey, calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down, Blaise. Do you have any idea how frustrating this is? You may have been an insensible arse in school, but that doesn't mean you have to beat yourself up over every little thing that went wrong for any of us. You are not responsible for Theo's feelings, and you certainly aren't responsible for mine!"
"I broke your heart."
She flinches more visibly this time, and her resolve seems to falter for a moment.
"You played it strong, called me an arse and proceeded to ignore everything that happened, but I know just how badly I hurt you, and I can't—"
Before I can finish my thought, she lunges at me, pressing me down onto her bed and covering my mouth with her hand.
"Shut up, Blaise," she says.
"Fine," I reply, my voice muffled by her hand. "What do you want to say?"
She huffs with annoyance as she removes her hand and shifts a little on top of me, and I'm suddenly extremely aware that she's straddling my hips. I start to push her off so that I can sit up, but she snatches my hands and holds them away from her, giving me a death glare.
"Fine, have it your way," I say, letting my hands drop back to the bed.
"I have had enough of your guilt, Blaise. You may have been the one who would not give up, the one who… who broke my heart, but that doesn't mean I'm completely free of blame. I had my share of fun too, before I gave in—don't you remember? I led you on so many times, and you took it all in stride. Your patience was… was incredible, even for a serpent."
I only shake my head. All the little tricks she played on me don't even matter in the big picture. I was the one who left her.
"Fine. You feel guilty. What am I supposed to do with your guilt, with your apologies? Store them in a box and look at them every now and then?"
"Shut up. That was a rhetorical question, not an invitation for you to speak."
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. People just don't talk to me this way. Combine her tone with her current position, and… fuck.
"Look, I just—"
"I thought I told you to shut your mouth," she says, drawing her wand and pointing it at me.
"Are you fucking serious?"
I roll my eyes at her. I guess she is.
"You have to stop doing this, Blaise. I'm not even blaming you for anything, so I don't understand why you can't just let it go. I understand that you don't have any feelings for me, but that doesn't mean you have to act as though you owe me your firstborn child or something, for goodness' sake."
Since when did I ever do that?
She groans, and I'm surprised at the sound. It sounds so undignified, so unlike her.
"You're always like that, Blaise," she says, and I'm not even surprised that she was able to read my thoughts. "You haven't stopped looking apologetic for one waking minute. I just want to… to at least go back to how we were before everything that happened sixth year."
She ignored me all the time before sixth year. I fail to see how that's a good thing for her.
One of her hands touches my cheek, and I resist the urge to flinch away from her touch. Despite her angry, frustrated words, her gaze is so warm, so trusting, so… so goddamn loving. It feels too familiar, too wrong. Like I'm taking advantage of her all over again.
Then she frowns. "How did you get up here?"
I raise an eyebrow at her in response. She sighs and flicks her wand again. I clear my throat, and sure enough, I have my voice back.
"It's not that hard to get up a slide," I say.
She rolls her eyes. "I suppose not."
Her eyes drop to my position beneath her, and color tinges her cheeks. I have to restrain myself from thrusting my hips upward, to tease her. She was always shy when it came to sex.
"Get off me," I tell her.
"I don't have to ask, you know."
But I'm bluffing, and she knows it. I wouldn't push her off because I don't want to hurt her. When did I get so damn predictable?
"I need to talk to Harry," I say.
"That can wait."
"If it was that urgent, you wouldn't have been waiting here for me, would you?"
Before I can respond, the door opens. I try to look behind me, but it's impossible when I'm pushed down against the bed, and Daphne still hasn't moved.
"Oh. Didn't expect… Never mind. I'll just—"
I know that voice all too well.
"Draco, wait," I say, pushing Daphne gently.
She gets off, and I almost expect her to be blushing, but she apparently has even that under control, because her face is a mask. Frowning, I sit up and twist around to see Draco standing with a hand on the doorknob, about to back out of the room.
"Don't take off yet," I say. "Did you need something?"
He shrugs. "Hermione wanted to talk to you. But you look busy. I'll—"
"Where is she?"
"She went to find Potter, said she'd have him check the Marauder's Map, whatever that is. I told her I knew where you'd be, but…" Draco's voice trails off, and he shrugs.
I can tell from the look on his face that he doesn't think we should be discussing Hermione in front of Daphne. And a glance at her face tells me that Draco's assessment was right—Daphne seems to have locked down.
"I'm—" I begin.
"Don't you dare follow that up with 'sorry,'" she almost growls.
"All right, all right," I say, getting to my feet.
"Hermione can wait," Draco says. "You two should probably finish up here."
"We're done," Daphne says before I can even open my mouth. "Go ahead, Blaise."
There's a strangely painful sensation in my chest as she tells me to leave, and I don't like it. It hints at something more. Something that I don't deserve to feel.
"Bye, then," I say, heading for the exit.
Draco steps aside to let me pass, and as soon as I step off the landing, I slip and land heavily on my arse, sliding down to the bottom of the steps. Damn—I'd forgotten about the slide. I get to my feet grumpily.
"All right there, mate?" Draco asks, grinning.
"Come on, then," he says, leading me out of the common room.
We head up the steps toward the Great Hall, and I want to ask him how he knows where Hermione is if she's gone to look for Harry.
But then I remember. Harry reported to me that he'd spiked the tea, as planned, and Draco had taken a sip. Sure, it was only a sip, but it'd be enough. Supposing that they came here right afterwards, the effects may not have worn off yet. And assuming Draco was as astute as always, he knew what he'd been hit with as soon as it happened. Even if Harry claimed that he didn't seem to suspect a thing.
A few minutes later, we meet her in the Great Hall. Draco automatically takes his place at her side, one arm curling around her waist like it belongs there as he presses a kiss to her cheek. They share a smile.
Then she turns her head and sees me. "Blaise," she says.
I smile, and it hurts. One glance at Draco and I can tell from the tiny flicker in his eyes that he knows. But Hermione can't see the hurt, and that's all that matters.
"Hermione," I say. "Draco said you wanted to talk to me."
She nods. "Can you come with me? Draco, I—"
"Yeah, I know. I'll get lost," he says, grinning and turning to head back the way we'd come.
Hermione takes my hand and leads me up the staircase, away from the Great Hall.
"Malfoy, wait!" I hear as we near the landing.
Curious, I look back and see Harry disappearing in the direction of the dungeons. But then we're going down the hall, and as a group of people appears on the other end of it, Hermione releases my hand. I continue to follow her, and we nod to acknowledge the others as we pass by them.
She stops when we're alone in a smaller hall and pulls me into a broom cupboard.
Instead of asking what she wants, I just wait for her to get started. I already know that she's feeling anxious, and it won't help to show her that I might be just as uneasy as she is.
It's silent for a long, tense minute, and I figure I should say something to defuse the situation.
"An unasked question is the most futile thing in the world," I say with a small smile that hopefully looks encouraging. I don't have to pull these types of expressions often.
It doesn't seem to help much.
"Are you… all right?" she finally manages.
I blink a few times at her. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Blaise, I'm not an idiot. Please don't treat me like one."
So it's to be the honesty talk, today. Well, I can fake that.
"Okay, I'm not fine," I tell her.
For once, it's the truth. I'm not fine. I'm aching. It really bloody hurts to see just how much she cares about Draco, and the past two days have been awful. There were a few times when I thought I wouldn't be able to handle it anymore.
But I have to press on. Her eyes have latched onto my face, and I realize that she's trying to read me. I try for an emotions-reluctantly-laid-bare expression.
"I'll admit that it's hard for me to see you with him. But I know that he makes you happy. And as long as you're happy, I'll be happy."
I'm surprised at just how true the words are, coming out of my mouth. It eases the pain in my chest slightly, and I feel that I'll be able to make it. It'll still be painful as hell, but she won't have to know that.
She narrows her eyes at me.
"Honestly, Hermione. Trust me. I'm going to be fine, eventually."
She nods slowly, eyes still not leaving my face. I start to speak again, but she shakes her head at me, and I shut up. It's just as well—I didn't have much else left to say anyway.
Then I notice her hand coming toward my face from the side. I get that urge to flinch away again, and as her hand touches down, I realize that I had a similar feeling when Daphne touched my face. But it was Daphne's unspoken devotion that I was shying away from then. Now… I'm fighting the irrational tide of hope that rises up in my chest.
Nothing will happen between us, and I know it. But it doesn't stop my heart from speeding up at the look of concern in her eyes.
"Blaise, you're much more transparent than you think you are," she whispers. "We've shared your mind. I know you. And I know just how lucky I am to have you… as a friend."
She trembles slightly at the last three words, and I realize that she's only whispering because she doesn't want her voice to waver.
"I love Draco," she continues in a hushed voice. "I really, really do."
It hurts, but I know it has to be said.
"Blaise… I wish I could make you happy."
Her hand slides down, and she draws it back slightly so that she's cupping my chin. I hold perfectly still as her thumb cruises up and gently touches my lower lip. Then, with a sigh, she lets her hand drop.
"I don't know what I'm doing," she murmurs, finally lowering her gaze.
I feel like I can breathe freely again, now that I'm not under her scrutiny anymore.
"Hermione, I already said that seeing you happy will make me happy."
It's not a complete lie. Seeing her happy will remind me of why I'm choosing to be unhappy. But her happiness will make all this worth it.
She sighs again and steps forward, hugging me.
"You'll always be one of the most important people in my life, Blaise," she says. "You're one of the best things that ever happened to me."
I put my arms around her and squeeze gently. "Thanks."
Against my shoulder, I feel her shake her head slightly. "Don't say that. The last thing you should be feeling right now is thankful."
"I am thankful, Hermione. Thankful that I was a part of your life."
"Am, then," I emend. "Satisfied?"
She backs up and smiles at me, but I can see that it's not as genuine as it could be.
"Yes," she replies. "You'll always have a place in my life. I promise."
I stop myself on the verge of thanking her and just smile instead.
"I… I know that this isn't any of my business, but Daphne… I spoke with her alone, before."
Here, she stops, looking at me as though she isn't sure whether or not she should continue.
"Go on," I prod, masking my apprehension with another smile.
"You can't possibly be unaware of this," she mutters, shaking her head. She looks back up at me again and says, "She still really cares about you, Blaise. And I feel like you two really could be happy together. I don't want you to… to feel like you settled for her, but I just… I want to see you give it a try. I want to see you open yourself to someone else."
I maintain an easy smile. "Sure."
"Blaise, don't give me this act. Please. I thought we were closer than that."
"This isn't an act," I say, letting the smile fade. "I'm not exactly new to relationships. I know how to open up."
The unspoken words hang in the air between us. I'm not Draco. But he's willing to change for her. That's for sure.
She finally nods. "I know it'll take some time, but promise me you'll try. I don't want to find out that you're miserable, or that you're hurting."
"I'm not made of glass, love."
She flinches almost imperceptibly, and I'm surprised at how well she masked her reaction. Draco's rubbing off on her. Or perhaps I am. I realize that I don't like how she's getting harder to read.
"Careful there," I say.
She frowns, genuinely confused.
"If you're not careful, you'll end up as hard to read as me or Draco," I tell her in way of explanation.
Then she laughs. "It's only right. I give myself headaches trying to understand you two."
"I'll try to make it easier on you," I say, smiling. "Look, I just want you to know that I'm going to be fine. And yes, I'll talk to Daphne. In fact, I was already with her when Draco interrupted me and took me up here to talk to you."
Hermione looks hopeful, and it makes my chest warm up, despite the not-so-heartwarming reason why that optimistic expression is showing up on her face.
Then someone's rapping on the door, and Hermione opens it.
"Oi, Death Eaters seem to be gathering just south of Birmingham," Harry says. "Shacklebolt's deploying the fighters from Russia, as well as some of the people who came over with Hagrid. I just wanted to erm… see if you two wanted in on the action."
"I think I'll sit this one out," I say as I step out of the closet.
Draco's standing a short distance away from Harry, hands in his pockets. Hermione also walks out of the closet and drifts over to him without thinking about it, turning to face me. Harry backs up a step and turns so that he can see all of us.
"Draco? Hermione?" Harry prompts.
I'm almost surprised that they're on a first-name basis now. But I guess it's only right, seeing as Harry was the one who slipped him the lucky potion.
"What do you think?" Hermione asks, looking up at Draco.
But his eyes are on me. And I realize that he wants to know if I'll need his support. I give him a wink and a small smile. But it has an effect opposite from the one I'd intended—the corners of his lips turn down in a frown.
"I'm not sure," he says.
"I'm fine, mate," I tell him. "Don't you have a score to settle with your aunt? If the Death Eaters are gathering anywhere, she'll surely be there."
Hermione's now looking at me, worried, and I realize that Harry's attention is on me, too. I resist the urge to heave a gigantic sigh. Why won't anyone just believe that I'm fine and be done with it?
Maybe because it's not the truth, a voice in my head points out.
"Let's go, then," Draco says.
Leave it to him to know exactly what I need—distance from the people who will try to comfort me. As much as I love Hermione, I don't think I can take many more apologetic looks in my direction. She doesn't mean for it to come across as hurtful, but it does anyway.
And then I begin to wonder if that's how Daphne feels whenever I apologize to her.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asks, and it's as though she's asking whether or not he's sure they should leave me alone.
Draco nods. "He's a big boy, Hermione," he says.
Harry smiles at me. "See you later, then."
I nod. "Be careful—all of you. Anyone who dies has to answer to me."
This makes them laugh, and they head off down the hall. I silently wish them the best of luck, but something tells me that they're going to be fine.
I feel a bit guilty sitting this one out, but I really do need to go talk to Daphne. With enough time, maybe we will be happy. Maybe I'll fix the mistake that I made in the past, make up for the pain that I caused her.
But what about Theo? He'll never have an equal chance with her, thanks to me.
I wander back in the general direction of the dungeons, taking my time because I'm not sure how much I want to have this next conversation. I know that it'll have to happen eventually, but I don't know how I'm going to approach it.
I decide to go out to a courtyard for some air.
I don't know how much time passes before I'm heading back down again, fed up with putting off the inevitable. I promised Hermione to try. And a small part of me hopes that this really will work out.
Theo's voice jerks me out of my thoughts, and I look up from the ground to see him standing in the corridor, blocking my path.
"I thought you'd gone," he says.
I shake my head. "Nope, still here."
Theo smiles ruefully. "Looks like neither of us followed Draco into battle this time."
"He can take care of himself," I say.
He nods and opens his mouth to speak, but stops himself. I'm about to tell him to get on with it when I hear footsteps coming toward us from behind me. I turn slightly and see a few Ravenclaws.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"We're going down to help keep an eye on the Death Eaters. Shifts, remember?" one of them replies.
We step aside to let them pass, and after they disappear down the steps, we're left alone again.
"Blaise, I don't want this to be awkward," Theo says.
"Which means it probably will be," I reply.
He sighs. "Probably."
"Theo, I don't think—" I begin.
"No, Blaise. I'm starting this conversation."
"Daphne doesn't have any feelings for me. You know the way she's always addressed me. She was colder toward me than the two of you—she warmed up to Draco while you were dating her, but never to me. And I… I've had a chance to ask her why."
His eyes close, and I can tell he's trying to compose himself. Of the three of us, Theo was always the one with the least control over his emotions, even though he spoke the least.
"Mate, you don't have to go on," I say.
"Yes, I do," he says, eyes opening again in a flash. He looks up at me. "You won't let it go until you know the truth. I know you well enough to have that much figured out."
Then I won't bother denying it.
"She kept her distance from me… because she knew how I felt, and she wasn't interested."
"But she only wasn't interested because of me," I blurt.
His jaw clenches. "That's not true. She had a crush on you in second and third year, but she was too shy to show it. And she had a crush on Draco all through fourth year. She almost acted on it in fifth year, but she couldn't do it. And then in sixth year you started going after her, and—"
"Did you two make this story up together?"
He glares at me. "Do I look like I'm making up a story, Blaise? Do you really think I'd want—"
"All right, sorry. I'm sorry."
He does look hurt. I just… it doesn't sound like the truth. Daphne had a crush on me that early on? Draco, Theo, and I were known brats all through fourth year, and after that we just weren't caught in the act anymore… at least, not as often.
"She never felt attracted to me in any way," Theo says evenly.
"Why are you telling me this?"
His eyes widen. "You haven't figured that out already?" he says in a quiet voice, like the calm before a storm.
I take a deep breath. "You shouldn't have gone to the trouble, mate. I know this is hurting you. I just—"
"You're doing the same for Granger, aren't you? You want her to be happy, so you'll step back and let her be with Draco. That's the gist of it, isn't it? Believe me, I relate."
I frown at him. "I'm doing it for both of them."
"Well, I suppose I'm partially doing it for you, too. I just don't care as much about your feelings as I do about hers," he says, a small smile stretching his lips.
"I don't know if I care enough about her for the two of us to be happy," I say. I hate voicing my uncertainties…
"Don't think about that. She probably has enough love stored up for the both of you."
He's trying to make light of the situation. I take a deep breath. This isn't going to be easy.
"Hint," Theo says. "She said she likes—"
"Going up to the Astronomy Tower when she needs to think," I finish for him. "I know."
I get another small smile from Theo.
"See? I think you care about her just enough. How many years has it been since she told you that?"
I only shake my head.
"What are you waiting for? Get moving," he says.
Heaving a sigh, I look up at him. "Yeah, all right. Mate…"
"Don't think you need to make anything up to me. You saved my arse more times than I can count in the eight months before I went with Draco. And you're right—I did leave, knowing that you'd be alone."
I shrug. We all came through, in the end.
"See you later then, Theo."
I'd always thought that the climb up to the Astronomy Tower took forever. But it seems extremely short this time around, and before I know it, I'm easing the door open and stepping out onto the landing.
Daphne's standing at the edge, resting her hands on the thin railing.
Her shoulders stiffen slightly at the sound of my voice, but she doesn't respond verbally. I slowly walk over and join her, staring out at the grounds. A breeze flows through the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and I can imagine the sound of the rustling. Ripples run across the Black Lake, and I think I spot the giant squid for just a moment before it disappears underneath the surface.
Everything looks so… peaceful. It doesn't seem like there's a war still raging in the background.
I place my hands on the railing, and the metal feels very cold to my palms.
"Mind if I stay?" I ask softly.
She turns her face toward me, and I swallow hard. The same look of trust, of love, shines clearly in her eyes, just as it had in the moment when she'd touched my cheek, and I have to try hard to keep myself from turning away. How can she look at me this way after what I did to her? I don't understand.
She gives me a small smile and turns her attention back to the horizon.
Then her hand shifts to rest over mine, and I'm surprised by the warmth radiating from her palm.
"Yes, Blaise. Stay."
I flip my hand over and weave my fingers between hers. The feeling of holding her hand is so foreign, yet so familiar. She smiles at me again, and comforting heat blossoms in my chest. I can get used to this feeling.
Slowly, a smile spreads across my face.
"I think I will."
Author's Note: Aw, Blaise is such a sentimental guy when he lets me into his head. But I suppose we figured that out already when we got access to his thoughts through Hermione. Anyway, this epilogue was pretty much solely for his benefit (though we did get to see our happy couple again, heehee), because I just loved his character so much (and I really, really wanted to write a full chapter from his point of view).
Yes, I left Bellatrix's fate alone on purpose. Because I feel that any logical ending for her character would turn out very sad… and I don't really want to write it.
If you guys didn't like this epilogue, feel free to disregard it, pretend it was never written, etc.
And now, this really is the end. Bye, guys! I don't know when I'll be writing another Dramione (this one was rather draining, I must admit). But keep an eye out! I'm pretty sure I will be back again. After all, the Draco in my head can only lie dormant for so long. ;)
Message about Awards:
Turncoat has been nominated in three categories at the HP Fanfic Fan Poll Awards! I never thought my stories be nominated for any awards, let alone three! Ahhh, it's so very exciting for me. I'm really grateful for all of you readers. Anyway, here are the categories this story was nominated in:
BEST DRAMA-ANGST STORY - "Turncoat"
BEST SUPPORTING CHARACTER - Blaise Zabini in "Turncoat"
BEST FIGHT SCENE - "Turncoat"
I'm SO HAPPY that Blaise was nominated. I love his character so, so much! (Well, that much is obvious, since I wrote an epilogue especially for him, haha.)
So whoever was out there nominating Turncoat, thank you so much! I don't really know how best to thank you, so if you nominated Turncoat, pop me a message, and if you want to request a story, I'll do my best to write one (oh dear, I'm probably going to regret this offer...) for you. Yes, I'll take requests from you guys, because I have little else to offer. Oh, and as a warning, non-Dramione fics will be a bit harder for me to write, because the Draco in my head won't be helping me.
Oh, and please be honest about the nominating. I mean, there's really no way for me to tell whether or not you're telling the truth, so I'll just assume that you are, but… be nice? I have quite a lot of stuff going on this semester (still a full-time student, only now I'll be taking on two part-time jobs as well; one at a research facility and the other at a tutoring center).
ANYWAY. Other than thanking you guys, my other goal in writing this was to ask you guys to go vote for Turncoat! Yeah, I can't think of any better way to ask, besides just straight-out asking. I'm already stoked that it's been nominated, but how cool would it be if we could take home an award in any one of those three categories?
And no, that wasn't a typo. I do mean we, because while I was the one writing this story, I feel like I wouldn't have been able to do it so well (and update so regularly) without you guys encouraging me (yes, head-Draco did a lot of "encouraging" as well, mostly consisting of kicking and screaming at the walls of his cage… aka, my skull, but you guys were awesome). So I'm dedicating this story to everyone who read it and liked it (and especially those of you who reviewed as well, because that was a wonderful source of support for me).
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And finally, this is a page on how to vote (you don't have to be a livejournal member to vote, so yay! I'm actually not a livejournal member myself): hpfanficfanpoll . livejournal . com / 2225 . html
I'm hoping that these links work for you. Just delete the spaces in between. If any of the links don't work, please let me know. I think I'll also post them on my profile.
Well, thanks for reading! And remember, do NOT review this message—PM me if you want to respond to it. (Oh, and in case you don't know how to PM, do this: click on my pen name, which will take you to my profile; you should see "PM Message" as an option at the top of the page.) As stated above, I'll be removing this message in about a week and pasting it at the end of the epilogue.
Thanks again, and I hope we win something! It was fantastic, writing for you guys (: