Forever Yours

AUTHOR'S NOTES: here it is, chapter 14! Many thanks to my beta, Elisabeth and to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. This chapter is a fun one, so I hope you guys like it. More notes at the end. Enjoy!

Chapter 14

Aug. 27, 02

Dear Prince,

How was your day? My day was absolutely horrid. I went back to work today and it wasn't what I was expecting.

But forget all that, how are you faring? I'm sorry I never replied back to you your letter yesterday. I was bushed with all the unpacking, and then I fell asleep.

Two days! That's still not much. I am still offended by your lack of faith in me. I'm doing okay so far. You see, I have a remedy for whenever I feel lonely. I just write to you. Everything else just melts away.

Anyways, I'm tired from work, so I'm off to search for something to eat in the kitchen. You are NOT getting those chocolate chip muffins. I'll make sure you don't win the bet, even if I have to write ten letters to you a day.

Cheers,

Chariot

Ginny rolled up the scroll of parchment and attached it to the leg of her owl. Well, actually, it was Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon. But since Pig and Crookshanks didn't get along, Pig was handed down to Ginny.

After Pig left, Ginny walked off to the kitchen, trying to find the cookies her mother had sent over.

While she searched, she thought.

Work really had been as horrid as she told the Prince. That prat, Draco Malfoy! Who did he think he was?

First, marching off to his grand office, bragging about it while she got the tiny, cramped cubicle.

She hated the cubicle already and she hadn't even sat in it. She just hated closed spaces. And he had to throw her in one.

Then, he acted as if he was such a godly saint, by pretending he didn't hate her, while they both knew the truth.

Ginny snorted as she opened the cupboard where plates were kept, her mind elsewhere.

It wasn't if six years of torture wasn't enough to show for how much he hated her. Ha! The day that Malfoy felt anything for her other than hate, she would... What would she do?

She glanced around and spied a plant in the corner. She would eat dirt! Yes, that was it. Ginny would eat dirt the day Malfoy felt anything other than hate.

That would be the day.

Ginny opened the fridge and stared at it, pondering again.

Even though they had a bad history together, Ginny couldn't help but feel that he was sincere. The anguish in his eyes proved it...somewhat. The way he looked at her was if he wanted her to believe him, believe that was telling the truth. That was how sincere he sounded.

But then again, maybe that was the way of Death Eaters. Or ex-Death Eaters, whatever they were called.

Ginny finally located the cookies in a jar on the counter.

She opened and popped one in her mouth, while sitting on a stool.

Lovely, Ginny, she thought. Just wonderful searching skills. I should be Sherlock's apprentice, she thought.

Suddenly there was a pecking at the window. Pig had returned!

Ginny jumped up, the jar of cookies dropping to the floor and cracking. She paid it no mind as she excitedly untied the letter from his leg.

She jumped onto the couch and opened the letter.

August 27, 2002

Chariot,

If it makes you feel any better, my day wasn't much better. If we were having a contest on whose day was worse, I would win by far.

Right now I am at Zebra's house. His antics are driving me crazy, as per usual, so I snuck away to write to you.

I have to tell you that the next few months are busy for me. I won't have as much time to write, because I have a project that will consume all my energy. My letters will be more infrequent and not as focused, probably.

But don't you dare think, even more a moment, that I have abandoned writing to you. Keep writing to me, though, to ease the loneliness.

I like your remedy much better than mine for loneliness. Do you remember what I did when I moved into my parents' house? You're probably on the floor laughing, but those ten pounds weren't easy to get rid of, you know.

Write as often as you want. I'll be waiting.

Prince

Sighing, Ginny leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes, a smile curving her lips.

Prince. Saying his name made her heart flutter and the hairs on her arms stand up on end.

Within seconds of reading his letter, seeing his bold, clear, straight writing calmed her, soothing her to the point she was half asleep from the heaviness of her eyelids.

Even after a difficult day of work, coming home and talking to him made her feel so much better, as if she wasn't truly alone when she thought she was.

Smiling to herself, giggling even, she began to write back to the Prince, and then fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning, Ginny awoke early, feeling uncomfortable. She realised she had spent the night on the uncomfortable couch.

There was still an hour for her to be at work, but she decided to get ready now, just to be on the safe side.

So she took a nice, long, hot shower and got dressed in her formal robes. She combed her wet hair, magically drying it. Then she tied it up in a no-nonsense ponytail, as was her style.

She applied a bit of clear lip-gloss and then she was ready to go.

Instead of dawdling at home, she decided to be early. She walked to the telephone booth and Apparated to the Ministry.

Ginny walked briskly to the Auror Office and was pleased to see that it was pretty much empty.

Happily, she walked to her 'office', frowning as she sat down. As soon as she sat down in the stiff chair, the walls instantly began to close around her.

So she got up when she heard someone say behind her, "Here so early?"

She screamed when she heard the unknown voice. She whirled around and saw Malfoy standing there, today in grey robes to match his grey eyes.

"You!" she sputtered, feeling her face redden. Had she really screamed? In the office? Bad Ginny!

He smirked. "Who were you expecting, the Minister for Magic?"

Ginny crossed her arms across her chest. "Not quite. And what do you mean 'here so early?' I can be here whenever I want."

He just grinned at her.

She continued. "And I'll have you know, that I cannot work in this 'office'."

"Why not?"

"It's just that...it's too small. I don't want a huge office, but I can't work...when the office is too small, I mean..." Ginny was flustered, not sure of how to explain herself.

"You're claustrophobic?" he asked her.

Ginny stared at him, her mouth open. "Yes. How did you know?" she asked, her tone changing to surprise.

He shrugged, not answering the question. "You won't be spending a lot of time there anyways. You can use my office when you need to. Being an Auror is more hands on work as it is."

She raised her eyebrow. "Really? All we've done is desk work so far."

"It's only been one day," he countered.

Ginny didn't say anything, knowing that he was right for once. "So, what now?"

"We could stand here staring at each other or we could work, since no one's here," he offered, his lips twitching.

She pursed her lips, willing herself to hold it in. Don't laugh! she chided herself. Otherwise, there goes your professional image.

The urge passed and she said, "Let's work, then."

He cocked his head to one side, surveying her in such a way that made her blush to the roots of her hair. "Step into my office."

He led her to his large office. One wall was made entirely of glass, the window, and it looked onto the river.

"Wow," Ginny said, staring at the river. It looked beautiful as the sun was rising, casting the sky with blues, purples and pinks. The hues were reflected on the dappled water, making it shine and sparkle.

He grinned when he saw her looking. "To work then?"

Ginny turned back around, the sun shining on her dark hair, bringing out her natural highlights.

"So, how do we catch them?" Ginny started off, taking one of the seats in front of the desk that he offered.

Malfoy settled himself into his chair and stroked his chin. "We have to outsmart them. Work with them, but against them. Let them think that we're part of the League."

Ginny's brown eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened. "We have to pretend to be them? Is that how it's done?"

He shrugged. "It's how I do it."

She narrowed her eyes. "You want me to go in there, acting as if I'm one of them? I won't do it."

"It's the most effective way, Weasley. And you don't have a choice."

"Fine," she spat. "Let's just all become Death Eaters and be killed by the lot. Avada Kedavra and that's it, we're done."

Malfoy grinned. "Not exactly. First, we try to think like them and go where they go, make discreet inquiries. Then we try to worm our way into their circle so we know where they will be. And then we catch them. Simple."

"It doesn't sound so simple," she observed.

He started to get up. "All right then, we'll go back to the Archives."

"No, no!" Ginny said. "It's very simple."

He grinned and sat back down. "Then we're off to Borgin and Burkes."

"Borgin and Burkes?" Ginny wrinkled her nose. "I've heard of it..."

"It's down Knockturn Alley," he said, shifting some papers on his desk, "one of the main suppliers for Death Eaters. It'll be best to start there."

"Borgin and Burkes it is," she said, clenching her teeth in the process.

Fifteen minutes later, they stood outside the ominous store.

"Do you want to come in as well?" he asked her. "Do you think you can handle the Dark Arts?"

"Of course. I'm coming in as well."

He opened the door for her and they walked in.

As soon as Ginny walked into the store, she began to shiver. There were hardly any lights on, and the walls were painted a dull grey. Shelves lined the walls and held strange objects.

"Don't touch anything," he whispered.

She nodded and followed him through the shop.

He stood near the counter and gestured for her to walk around.

Ginny turned around and began looking at the strange items. First, he let her come in and then he told her to back off. If she was his partner, shouldn't she be doing some of the work?

There were soft footsteps and then a man entered through a door and walked up to the counter. He was a greasy looking man and was stooped with age.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," he hissed. "I haven't seen you in five years. What brings you here to my shop, so suddenly?"

Ginny peeked from the corner of her eyes at Malfoy. She saw his back stiffen as he answered smoothly, "Nothing but business, Mr. Borgin. I do believe that you may have some information for me."

Borgin raised his eyebrows. "What sort of information?"

Malfoy paused. "Information about the whereabouts of McNair, my father's friend."

Ginny was looking around at things, but she could still appreciate Malfoy's acting. He pretended as if he was only interested him as his father's friend, but not as a Death Eater.

She then looked at the item closest to her. The Hand of Glory. Then, without any warning, she began to laugh.

Both men stared up at her. Malfoy narrowed his eyes and his lips were pursed.

She immediately stifled her laugh and mumbled, "Sorry."

The hand had reminded her of another hand in her brother's shop. It was called the same thing, but the effects were exaggerated. When the hand was in yours, there would be a spotlight following you round all day, and whenever you spoke, your voice would be magnified.

Malfoy turned back to Borgin. "My girlfriend, she hasn't been around Dark objects that much."

Ginny nearly choked on her spit. Girlfriend? She had the sudden urge to laugh again, but didn't think it wise.

Borgin's dark eyes turned on her. "Indeed."

She stared back, unconsciously twirling her gold necklace on which hung her emerald ring from the Prince. She kept it hidden at all times, hidden beneath the folds of her robes, in case someone recognized it or asked her where she got it from.

"Why is that you inquire about him?" Borgin asked, his eyes shifting to Malfoy again. "You work for the Ministry, don't you?"

"I do, but I work as a Curse Breaker. I just need something from him that my father gave to him once," he said, running his hand through his hair, the picture of at ease. "That is all."

Borgin stared at him and then said, "I shall inform him. Now, do you have any intention to buy?"

Malfoy shook his head. "That is all. Good day, Mr. Borgin."

With that, he swept out of the shop with Ginny at his feet.

He walked briskly, too fast for her to keep up, to Diagon Alley and then stopped suddenly. Ginny banged into him and rubbed her nose, which had smashed into his hard back.

"What were you doing?" he asked, turning around, raising his eyebrow at her.

"Following you, but you seemed to have forgotten that you have a partner."

"Not now, earlier. In the shop. Why did you laugh?"

Ginny felt like laughing again and then controlled herself. "Because my brothers' shop has something similar and it reminded me of them."

Malfoy sighed, trying to keep his anger in check. "May I remind you, Weasley, that you are under employment of the Ministry and it would do you good to be serious."

"I'm terribly sorry, Malfoy, but not all of us are accomplished liars like yourself," she said, her eyes flashing. "I can't just make up lies at the drop of a Knut, like you can."

"When did I lie?" he demanded.

"Girlfriend?" she spat back.

He just smirked at her, walking through Diagon Alley while she struggled to keep up. "Borgin knows my whole family. I couldn't very well say you were my sister or my cousin. Girlfriend was the best I could come up with to explain your strange behaviour."

"If only Borgin knew..." she muttered as she followed him.

"About Potter?"

"He has a name!"

Malfoy just laughed. "Sorry, Harry, then. You're still not over that, are you?"

Ginny fumed. "That's none of your business!" As if he really cared. As if he really needed to know. Stupid git.

"You almost blew our cover there," he said. "I don't think it's a good idea for me to take you there again."

"And why not?"

"Because you nearly gave away our position!"

"Gee, I wonder why that was. Maybe if you told me what we were going in there to do, then I wouldn't be so surprised! But no, you're just the great Draco Malfoy, who's above everyone!"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I thought we were going to be civil with one another."

Ginny never remembered saying that. "That's not what I said. What I said was...that...we should..." She couldn't remember what she had said. "Very well, I don't remember. But yes, we should be civil with one another, least one of us kills each other."

"Probably you," he said, smirking.

"Civil!" she said, causing several people around them to stare. "You don't ask me questions, and I won't ask you questions, save for work. And we won't argue or insult each other. Agreed?"

He just grinned, not believing the little Weasley. "Agreed."

"Now, what do we do next?" she asked, trying to remain professional while his grin was making her blood boil. Her hand itched to slap him. "Borgin was suspicious. He didn't exactly tell you where McNair was hiding."

The grin was wiped off his face, as he thought. "We have to investigate other suspicious spots. Let's continue to Ollivander's shop."

And so she followed him to Ollivander's, mustering as much decorum as she could possibly. She forced her mind to the job.

Ollivander's had been deserted early in the war, in her fifth year. He had never returned, and the shop had remained as it had been, with boards on the windows.

"Has the Ministry not investigated Ollivander's before?" she asked him in a polite tone as they rounded a corner on the street.

"They tried to, but there was a legal enchantment on it. Apparently, Ollivander, or someone else, put a seal on the shop that did not allow anyone to enter the shop for five years," he answered, his eyes sweeping around to make sure no one was listening. "The Ministry searched for him, found by other means that the shop was empty and gave up on it. But I have a feeling that there might be something there."

They reached the store and stood in front of it, surveying it. The sign was falling apart and children had spray painted crude words and images on the boards that were plastered along the front.

"I wonder what would happen if I tried to open the door," Malfoy mused, placing his hand on the doorknob. He pressed it, but it remained tight. He whipped out his wand and waved it, using a nonverbal spell. The door remained closed.

"I guess that's that," Ginny said, upset that they couldn't investigate.

Without looking at her, he said, "You give up way too easily, Weasley."

So he tried more spells, silently of course, pushing against the door, but the door remained tight.

After a few minutes, Ginny grew bored, so she sat down on the front steps of the store. "Do you think that you might get it on the hundredth time?"

"You might want to help," he muttered, trying more spells.

She peered at the side of the store. The stores were closely lined together, but they weren't completely touching.

"How about we go from the side?" she suggested.

Malfoy looked up from the door. "You might actually have something there."

"Thanks for the confidence," she said, rolling her eyes. "It's going to be tight though. And what if someone sees us?"

He rummaged around robes' pockets and produced something shiny. "This, Weasley, is an Invisibility Cloak."

"I know what it is!" she snapped, fingering the fine material. She had one herself, passed down to her by Harry, when he had gone off to the war. He had given it to her, telling her to protect herself.

Well now she was doing the job that he had spent his life doing. He had defeated the biggest Dark Wizard, but she was going to get rid of all the others, in his honour.

"Here," Malfoy said, pulling her too close for comfort. There was but a breath of space between their chests. He then swung the cloak around and covered them both.

It barely reached their ankles, and only if they stayed close.

"This is awkward," Ginny mumbled, feeling her cheeks redden. Her whole body was on fire because of the close proximity of Malfoy's body.

"Move this way," he instructed, shifting to the side, so that they barely fit into the crack in between shops.

As soon as they were squashed successfully in between the walls, they began to move slowly. They were squashed sideways, so that Ginny was first and Malfoy was right beside her.

"Faster," he hissed, "we want to get there before dawn tomorrow."

She tried to glare at him, but her head wouldn't move at such an impossible angle. She cursed him. He was one to speak. But he was a guy, so it was easy for him.

She could barely breathe because her chest was pushed in. She also could feel the wall in front of start to close in on her, making her heart beat faster.

"I'm trying," she huffed.

After a few minutes of shuffling, Ginny began to see a faint crack of light through the side of her eyes. She tried to shuffle a bit faster, but without much success.

Finally the two walls ended, and Ginny pushed her way through the crack. Malfoy followed after her.

Ginny huffed and puffed, took a few deep breaths and tried to slow her heartbeat down. They were standing at the back of the store, which had another store's back to it.

She dusted off the dust from the front of her robes, trying to do this as normally as possibly so that Malfoy wouldn't get the wrong idea.

"This isn't good," she heard Malfoy say.

She turned around and saw him staring at the back of the shop. The whole wall was made of bricks, except for one small window that was closed.

She saw him take out his wand and point it to the window. Within a second, the window was cracked and had broken.

"Now what?" Ginny asked.

He stared at the window and then turned to look at Ginny.

"What?" she asked.

"You'll fit."

"Fit where, Malfoy?"

He gestured to the window. "Through there. That's how we'll get through."

"Oh, and you'll just stand here and cheer me on, will you, while I have to worm my way through there?" she stated.

"You're the only one that can fit through there..."

"Barely," she said, sizing up the window. Ginny, in her seventh year, would have been able to, but not this Ginny, with wide hips and a full chest. "I don't think I'll fit."

"Take off your robes," he suggested, reaching towards her.

Ginny took a step back, her eyes wide and her mouth open.

"You have clothes on under, don't you?" he asked, exasperated.

She nodded, finally understanding what he meant. The not stated implication still made her blush. She could feel her cheeks and her face reddening.

She unbuttoned her robes, revealing her t-shirt and jeans, the ones with holes at the knees. The t-shirt was one of her brothers' jokes and said: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: We'll sell you a toilet seat! There had been nothing else clean to wear.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow when he saw her attire, but she just ignored him, her fully red cheeks speaking enough.

She let her robes fall to the ground; they were going to be washed anyways.

"Through there?" she asked, sticking her wand in her pocket.

It was high, too high for her to reach on her own.

Malfoy folded his hands together, giving her a boost. "Go ahead."

Ginny gingerly placed her foot on Malfoy's hand, feeling strange. He pushed her up until she grabbed a hold of the windowsill, glass piercing her hands and leaving blood dripping everywhere.

Pain seared through her hand and her hold on the sill weakened.

She fell, falling on top of Malfoy, making him fall on to the ground.

"Sorry," she mumbled, getting up right away. "The glass..."

He got up, dusting his robes. "Can't you handle a little bit of pain, Weasley?"

"I'll do it myself," she said, hating him and the fact that they were partners. He thought he could do everything perfectly, but he couldn't. That was why she had to do it.

She jumped up, missing the sill. She jumped up again, her fingers touching it, but failing to hold onto it. She tried again, but failed.

Huffing and puffing, she turned around to see Malfoy standing there, with his arms crossed across his expanse of a chest, his face serious. However, his eyes were full of mirth.

The summer sun was high in the sky, and she was sweating profusely. Her red curls were plastered across her forehead.

"I need your help," she mumbled.

He came out of his thoughtful reverie. "Sorry?"

"I need your help," she repeated, angrily, not much louder.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "I'm sorry? I thought I heard you say you needed my help?"

He was making this difficult for her. "Yes," she answered, glaring at him. "Please."

He grinned and then walked over to her, giving her a boost.

Sighing, she rested her foot on his hand and pushed herself up. She reached the windowsill and, this time, held onto the ledge inside the window. She winced when she felt tiny shards of glass cut her arms and hands, but refused to let up.

She then pushed herself up further, her foot leaving Malfoy's hand. She hoisted herself up so that her head was through the window. She wiggled a bit, her arms stuck.

She was stuck. She tried wiggling some more, but it was of no use.

She then realised that her butt was out the other end and she didn't want Malfoy staring at her rear end. So she leaned forward, dipping her right shoulder in through the window. Then she gently pushed the other shoulder in so that half her body was through the window.

Ginny pushed herself some more, but now her butt was stuck. Lovely. Just lovely. Now her big butt was stuck through the window.

With all her might, she pushed herself forward so that she fell through the other side. With a big oomph, she crashed onto the wooden floor.

"Ow," she moaned.

"Are you in?" she heard Malfoy's voice from the other side.

"Obviously, you git!" she called back. She got up and dusted herself off. The floor was littered with random items, but she couldn't pursue them yet.

Right underneath the window was a door. But the door was blocked from the other side.

Ginny whipped out her wand as she opened the door. Of course there was a brick wall facing her.

"There's a door," she called out to Malfoy. "Except, there's a brick wall."

There was a moment of silence and then he called back, "Try tapping the bricks."

Ginny tapped the bricks in random order. It remained solid.

"It's not working!" she called, after a few moments.

"Keep trying!" he called back. "Try some common patterns: diagonal, across, things like that."

Ginny tried his suggestions. When she did the diagonal one, the brick wall vanished and there stood Malfoy, staring at her.

She stepped back. "Wow."

He walked in. "That was easy."

"Of course it was...for you," she added, remembering her own journey into the shop. "You didn't have to climb through a bloody window."

At the mention of blood, he looked at her. "Are you still bleeding?"

She had forgotten about the blood. She looked down and saw her streaked arms and hands. "Apparently."

"Here," he said, taking out his wand. He swished it and then, magically, her cuts and the blood disappeared.

"Thanks." She saw that he had her robes with him and took them from him. "Since it was easy for me to let you in, it was probably easy for other people to come here."

He didn't say anything, just looked around. The shop was very musty; it was obvious no one had been in it for several years. The boxes of wands were thrown off the shelves, littered across the floor.

She walked to the front of the store. The till was empty of any money and the floor was full of papers and boxes.

Since the windows at the front were boarded up, there was no source of light in the shop.

The shop was dark and eerie. Ginny could feel the hairs on her arms stand up on end. Several times, she bumped into chairs and the desk because she couldn't see.

"What do you think?" Ginny asked him, watching him as he floated, without bumping into anything, even when there was no light.

He walked around a bit more, picking stray papers up. "I think that this was once a hideaway for Death Eaters during the war."

"How do you know?" she asked him, running her finger on the counter to see the dust. There was a lot.

"In the back, there were some sleeping bags and some remnants of food." He paused before a large pile of boxes and then added, "This mess probably happened when they left, trying to hide their usage of the place."

Ginny looked through some old accounts. "There was no struggle when Ollivander left, right? So they came in and used the place. And they probably just made a mess of the place to hide the fact that they were here. But they didn't do a very good job," she noted as she saw a pile of Firewhiskey in the corner.

"There was no need to. The mess was probably a precaution they placed in case someone found the place out, which they probably wouldn't, seeing the protection on the place."

"Right." Ginny thumbed through some accounts and read them. A few of them mentioned Borgin and Burkes so she asked, "What's the deal with Borgin?"

He didn't turn around from the wands he was looking at. "He owned the shop. It's filled with strange objects."

"Why doesn't the Ministry investigate him?" she asked. "I mean, it's obvious the place is full of Dark stuff, so why doesn't anyone care?"

He turned around and ran a hand through his hair. "He's been investigated once before, but the search turned up nothing. The objects on display in the shop are merely strange, and are not Dark outright. He hides his things in the back, although no one has been there. So the Ministry just keeps an eye on him, but he's not their main priority."

Ginny held up the accounts. "They should be. These mention him over and over."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Why would Ollivander have anything to do with Borgin? Let me see."

He came over to where she was and took the papers from her. His lips were pursed as he skimmed over them. Finally he said, "These are not Ollivander's accounts. These are in McNair's hand."

Ginny gasped and took the paper from him. She couldn't, of course, tell the difference. But she read the contract all the same.

"This proves that they were here," he mumbled. "And that he has contact with Borgin."

"So back to Borgin?"

"Not right now, but eventually," he said, getting up. "We'll leave now. Our next stop is back at the Ministry."

Ginny got up and dusted her knees, with her robes in her hands. As they walked to the back, she asked him, "By the way, doesn't Borgin know you're an Auror?"

He grinned. "No, no one knows. Well except for Blaise, but no one else. It's better so that I can be undercover, which is what the Ministry signed me as when I signed up."

"Am I undercover?" she asked, loving the idea.

"Read the contract. After you, Weasley," he said, gesturing to the open door.

She walked through and said, "Of course, you got the easy way in."

As they stood outside in the back, he held up a finger. "No, I had to go through the door only after that...er, interesting display."

Ginny blushed, knowing that he was talking about her butt wiggling through the window. She moved to punch him on the arm, but he grabbed her hand and said, "Civil, remember."

She wanted to stomp her foot and punch him, if possible. But she couldn't, of course; she had to be professional. Professional screamed her civil side. Kick him, screamed her angry side.

She managed to control it. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine," she spat. "Let's go then."

As they prepared to Disapparate from there, Ginny thought about ways to kill him. There were so many to choose from.

A/N- fun? I really liked this chapter, so I hope you guys did too. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. I might start writing it today, but it might take awhile before my beta sends it back. Also, my holiday is ending on Monday, sad I know, so there won't be updates for a while. I'll write of course, but there won't be update after update like there has been in these past two weeks because I'll be terribly busy. School, homework, you know the drill. Plus the pressure for University- oh it's so stressful. So just bear with me for the lack of updates. If you want to read something in the meantime, I wrote a new G/H fic Move Along based on the song by All American Rejects, as well as Once Upon a Broken Heart, which is the sequel to Chemicals React, and they are both D/G fics. Hope you enjoy them! Anyways thanks for reading...please review!