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batsutousaiTitle: Riddle's "Little" Problem
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batsutousai
Beta: Me. *smiles innocently*Special thanks toaethrin and flosspyromaniac for catching a few of my booboos. ^.^"
Rating: hard R
Pairings: Voldemort/Tom Riddle(non-con), Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Tom/Harry
Warnings: Rape(non-graphic), physical violence, serious death threats, war, slash, het
Summary: An accident has separated Tom Riddle from Lord Voldemort. What will the Dark Lord do now that he's free from Tom's conscious? How much will Tom have to suffer at the hand of his other half? And what can Harry Potter do to help?
Disclaim Her: Mommy, my computer hates me!! T.T
A/N: I'm sooooooo sorry!!!
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Kiss
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The rest of the day was fairly calm. After Harry's abrupt speech in my class, the story spread through the school like a wild fire that Harry Potter said I wasn't You-Know-Who.
I, personally, find the whole thing highly entertaining. It's better than the reaction to that bitch's article months ago.
On my way into the Great Hall that morning, I run into a panicked-looking third year Gryffindor. The child immediately throws herself at me, crying, "They can't take you away! They just can't!"
I frown and hoist the child up on my hip, cradling her bum as she continues sobbing into my robes. 'Potter? What's going on?'
Harry's mind voice, when he replies, is icy cold, 'The Ministry has sent some Aurors to come and get you. They want to take you in for questioning.'
I feel myself freeze over, even as I continue walking towards the Great Hall, hugging the distraught third year to my chest. 'Well, fuck,' is all I can think to reply.
As soon as I enter the Great Hall, I find myself surrounded by the younger students. Most of them are Gryffindors - I am their Head of House - though a fair number of them are also from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Two are Slytherins. The older students stand from their seats at their House tables - all of the sixth and seventh years, much to my surprise, as well as most of the fourth and fifth years - and turn to glare at the group of Aurors that are standing before the Head Table. And it certainly looks like Minerva and the other members of the staff plan on keeping me as well, judging by the heated conversation they're in the middle of.
One of the Aurors notices the commotion around him and turns to look at me. I meet his eyes evenly, working hard to keep the fury and fear I'm feeling off my face. The Auror turns to his superior and talks him into turning around to look at me. All eyes turn my way.
"Tom Riddle, you are under arrest for-"
"If you bigots won't fucking listen to me, I'll-"
"Potter!" I shoot the young man, who is standing at the Head Table with his two best friends, a sharp look. 'Stop it. If I am expected to go, there's nothing you nor I can do about it,' I offer soothingly.
Harry doesn't take the hint. Instead, he turns his wand on the Auror in charge. "Watch what you choose to do to my friends, sir."
Students all around the Hall raise their wands and point them at the group of Aurors. I feel my heart warm at all the support shown in this room - but I know this threatening cannot continue if the Wizarding World is to remain at peace. I set the child I'd carried in down, then I wade through the sea of students silently, shifting bodies the only sound in the vast space.
Finally, I come to stand before the Aurors and, without a word, hold out my wand.
"Tom, no!" I hear Harry shout from beyond the group of Aurors.
Before the Auror can take my wand, one of the first year Hufflepuffs runs up and gets between us, hugging me as he looks up at the Auror with terror-filled eyes. "P-please, sir, P-professor Riddle's too ki-ind to be You-Kn-know-Who."
There once was a time when I would have killed a man for calling me kind. Now, I just squeeze the child's shoulder gently, continuing to hold my wand out towards the Aurors.
A hand snatches the wand from my hand. "Leave, kid," a gruff voice adds.
The Hufflepuff bursts into tears and I shoot the man a chilled look before kneeling before the child and drawing him into a hug.
I feel a familiar presence behind me, then Harry speaks. "You're making a grave mistake. Tom helped me kill Voldemort, gentlemen, he can hardly be the man."
"Potter, that's enough," I murmur, not looking up from the child who is clinging to me like a life-line. When did I become so popular in Hogwarts?
"It is not enough." Harry's hand falls down on my shoulder heavily. "You're not taking him away."
"We won't let you!" a voice calls from the Slytherin side.
"Nor will we!" a Gryffindor, not to be undone, agrees.
I glance up at Minerva hopefully, but her dark eyes blaze with fury and she gives me a sharp look before addressing the Aurors. "If you gentlemen would please return Professor Riddle's wand to him, I'll have someone show you out."
"This is an outrage!"
"What did you expect?" Hermione's cool voice drifts over from near Minerva. "You're trying to arrest a well-liked national hero. Surely you didn't believe that we'd just hand him over without a thought."
My wand is thrown down next to me. "Be warned, the Ministry does not react well to disobedience," the Auror informs the Hall.
"Thank you for that warning," Minerva throws back. "Hagrid, if you would?"
"Of course, Headmistress." I find myself shocked by the level of fury I can hear in Hagrid's voice. Even when he got suspended, Hagrid didn't get this angry.
Hagrid pauses next to me to rest his hand on my free shoulder. I nod quietly and he passes without a word. The Aurors follow him out, footsteps echoing furiously in the silent Hall. Even the Hufflepuff, who'd been sobbing mere moments earlier into my robe, has fallen silent.
The doors closing behind our unwanted guests sounds impossibly loud in the silence, and another few moments drip past until, as suddenly as a bell's tolling in an empty village, the Hall bursts out in noise. Cheers and congratulations echo off the walls and ceiling and stone floor. The Hufflepuff I'd been comforting hugs me tightly and offers me a big grin before bounding off, face still wet with tears, to join the joy at his table.
I rise slowly to my feet. 'That was foolish,' I inform Harry, shooting Minerva a look that I hope conveys those same words.
'I would rather be at war with the Ministry than lose you to a past that you've finally moved beyond!' Harry replies, stepping in front of me so he can meet my eyes.
I scowl at him and bend down to grab my wand. 'I'd rather there were no more wars, personally.'
'You can't have everything you wish for.'
'Look who's talki-!'
"You two are the most impossible men I've ever had the displeasure of meeting," Hermione informs us as she and Ron stop next to us. "Do you ever stop arguing?"
Harry and I trade glances. "No," we chorus, allowing our amusement at poor Hermione to seep into our voices.
"Only when it annoys you," Ron translated before grabbing Harry's arm. "Come on."
Hermione follows suit and grabs my arm, then the two drag us from the Great Hall and into a small classroom nearby. Harry and I trade confused looks around our friends. What are they up to?
Hermione closes and spells the door behind us while Ron crosses his arms over his chest and glares at both Harry and myself.
I scowl. "What the hell are you two Gryffindors planning?"
"Simple." Hermione steps up next to her boyfriend as he continues, "Tom, you like Harry. Harry, you like Tom. Ginny's disappeared. Why don't you two use this free time without her around to establish your damn relationship and just get it over with?"
"Ron..." Hermione sighs as Harry and I stare at Ron.
"What? It was the only way they were going to get it."
"You have no subtly."
"You never said I needed to be subtle for this."
Harry and I trade looks. 'Come here,' he says, crooking a finger in a 'come hither' sort of manner.
I step closer to him. 'What?'
'Oh, lean down already. I really hate that you're taller than me, you know.'
I grin and, gently taking his chin in one hand, lean down and brush my lips over his. Immediately, one of his hands shoots up and tangles itself in my hair, pushing our mouths together in a crush of teeth and tongues and wet. And it takes us a few moments, but we get ourselves more comfortable before allowing our tongues to dance against one another, both fighting for dominance that it's likely neither shall win.
Ron's whistle breaks us apart and he grins when we glare at him. Hermione is covering a smile next to him. "Oh, very well, Ron, it worked. Jeeze."
Ron's grin only widens.
'I say we kick them out,' Harry suggests.
'We could just knock them out,' I reply, fighting against a strangely insistent smile.
'Even better idea.' A hand tangles in my hair again and striking green eyes look up at me. 'Ignore them.'
I lean back down and reclaim his mouth. 'I can agree with that, I suppose.'
-~/\~-
Minerva gives the whole school the day free in celebration. I tell Harry to go with his friends after lunch, then follow Minerva up to her office.
"This is foolish, Minerva," I inform her, taking the offered seat.
Minerva sighs. "Tom, look, I won't hand you ove-"
"Why not?! I can take care of myself!" I glare at her.
"Look." Minerva sets down the cup of tea she'd been nursing. "One, there's a part in the pact one must adhere to when becoming the Head of Hogwarts that says that it is my duty to protect not only the students, but also the teachers - you, in this case. Two, Harry would never let me forget it if I allowed them to drag you off-"
"Fuck Harry!"
Minerva gives me a firm look and I fall silent, allowing her to continue, "Three, I don't think I could forgive myself if I let them take you." She smiles faintly, then. "Anyway, I can't lose my Head of Gryffindor yet again this year. The children would be distraught."
"The children will be in danger - never mind distraught - if you go to war with the Ministry," I point out sharply. "If you'd let me go, we can get this over with and I'll be back in a couple days."
Minerva sighs. "Tom, listen to me." I purse my lips, but nod for her to go on. "If they find out who you are, nothing any of us say will get them to give you a trial. And they will find out, I know it. I will not let them have you."
I look away, uncomfortable. "I don't like the idea of you starting another war because of me, Minerva."
"Why not?" I stare up at the portrait of Albus Dumbledore. "At least this time the war has a clear meaning, after all."
"Sir-"
But Dumbledore shakes his head. "If it were I in Minerva's place, I would be doing the same. The Wizarding World needs you, Tom, even though it doesn't know it yet."
"What do you mean, 'needs me', you bloody fool?" I hiss, glaring at him. Who does he think he is?!
"And, eventually, you will understand, but perhaps it's not that time yet."
"You had too many Lemon Sherbets, old man," I mutter, looking away. Has the old fool suddenly become a prophet or something? It wouldn't surprise me, truthfully. I've always wondered about the man.
Dumbledore chuckles. "Go spend this day of rest with your friends, Mr Riddle. I dare say that they will be missing you."
I get up and leave without offering any sort of salutation. Dumbledore has always been a fool, and I'm starting to think it's worn off on Minerva now, too.
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I find Harry, Hermione, and Ron with Hagrid out by the lake. When I take a seat next to Harry, Hagrid turns to me and says, "Wer' takin' behts on how long it'll take Ginny to get out. What do you think, Tom?"
I smirk and entwine one hand with Harry's. "Never," I offer spitefully.
"Tom!" Hermione gives me a disapproving look.
"He's just being honest, Hermione," Ron points out uncaringly.
"Ron!"
Harry, Ron, Hagrid, and I all laugh.
It's nice to be able to laugh about stuff right now.
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A/N: I've been stuck right at that spot for TOO LONG.
So I'm ending the chapter here.
Reviews are good, and might get my muse to move his arse. -.-
Bats
Chapters:
1 - A Little Potion Accident ||| 2 - The Spectacles ||| 3 - The Last One
4 - Failure? ||| 5 - Seventh Year Begins ||| 6 - Hogsmeade Surprise
7 - In the Aftermath ||| 8 - Trouble in Paradise ||| 9 - Voldemort Who?
10 - Kiss ||| 11 - Wizarding Media - Friend or Foe? ||| 12 - The Unlucky Man Who Saw Voldemort Naked
Epilogue - Just a Little Case of Paradise
Author:
batsutousaiBeta: Me. *smiles innocently*Special thanks to
aethrin and flosspyromaniac for catching a few of my booboos. ^.^"Rating: hard R
Pairings: Voldemort/Tom Riddle(non-con), Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Tom/Harry
Warnings: Rape(non-graphic), physical violence, serious death threats, war, slash, het
Summary: An accident has separated Tom Riddle from Lord Voldemort. What will the Dark Lord do now that he's free from Tom's conscious? How much will Tom have to suffer at the hand of his other half? And what can Harry Potter do to help?
Disclaim Her: Mommy, my computer hates me!! T.T
A/N: I'm sooooooo sorry!!!
Kiss
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The rest of the day was fairly calm. After Harry's abrupt speech in my class, the story spread through the school like a wild fire that Harry Potter said I wasn't You-Know-Who.
I, personally, find the whole thing highly entertaining. It's better than the reaction to that bitch's article months ago.
On my way into the Great Hall that morning, I run into a panicked-looking third year Gryffindor. The child immediately throws herself at me, crying, "They can't take you away! They just can't!"
I frown and hoist the child up on my hip, cradling her bum as she continues sobbing into my robes. 'Potter? What's going on?'
Harry's mind voice, when he replies, is icy cold, 'The Ministry has sent some Aurors to come and get you. They want to take you in for questioning.'
I feel myself freeze over, even as I continue walking towards the Great Hall, hugging the distraught third year to my chest. 'Well, fuck,' is all I can think to reply.
As soon as I enter the Great Hall, I find myself surrounded by the younger students. Most of them are Gryffindors - I am their Head of House - though a fair number of them are also from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Two are Slytherins. The older students stand from their seats at their House tables - all of the sixth and seventh years, much to my surprise, as well as most of the fourth and fifth years - and turn to glare at the group of Aurors that are standing before the Head Table. And it certainly looks like Minerva and the other members of the staff plan on keeping me as well, judging by the heated conversation they're in the middle of.
One of the Aurors notices the commotion around him and turns to look at me. I meet his eyes evenly, working hard to keep the fury and fear I'm feeling off my face. The Auror turns to his superior and talks him into turning around to look at me. All eyes turn my way.
"Tom Riddle, you are under arrest for-"
"If you bigots won't fucking listen to me, I'll-"
"Potter!" I shoot the young man, who is standing at the Head Table with his two best friends, a sharp look. 'Stop it. If I am expected to go, there's nothing you nor I can do about it,' I offer soothingly.
Harry doesn't take the hint. Instead, he turns his wand on the Auror in charge. "Watch what you choose to do to my friends, sir."
Students all around the Hall raise their wands and point them at the group of Aurors. I feel my heart warm at all the support shown in this room - but I know this threatening cannot continue if the Wizarding World is to remain at peace. I set the child I'd carried in down, then I wade through the sea of students silently, shifting bodies the only sound in the vast space.
Finally, I come to stand before the Aurors and, without a word, hold out my wand.
"Tom, no!" I hear Harry shout from beyond the group of Aurors.
Before the Auror can take my wand, one of the first year Hufflepuffs runs up and gets between us, hugging me as he looks up at the Auror with terror-filled eyes. "P-please, sir, P-professor Riddle's too ki-ind to be You-Kn-know-Who."
There once was a time when I would have killed a man for calling me kind. Now, I just squeeze the child's shoulder gently, continuing to hold my wand out towards the Aurors.
A hand snatches the wand from my hand. "Leave, kid," a gruff voice adds.
The Hufflepuff bursts into tears and I shoot the man a chilled look before kneeling before the child and drawing him into a hug.
I feel a familiar presence behind me, then Harry speaks. "You're making a grave mistake. Tom helped me kill Voldemort, gentlemen, he can hardly be the man."
"Potter, that's enough," I murmur, not looking up from the child who is clinging to me like a life-line. When did I become so popular in Hogwarts?
"It is not enough." Harry's hand falls down on my shoulder heavily. "You're not taking him away."
"We won't let you!" a voice calls from the Slytherin side.
"Nor will we!" a Gryffindor, not to be undone, agrees.
I glance up at Minerva hopefully, but her dark eyes blaze with fury and she gives me a sharp look before addressing the Aurors. "If you gentlemen would please return Professor Riddle's wand to him, I'll have someone show you out."
"This is an outrage!"
"What did you expect?" Hermione's cool voice drifts over from near Minerva. "You're trying to arrest a well-liked national hero. Surely you didn't believe that we'd just hand him over without a thought."
My wand is thrown down next to me. "Be warned, the Ministry does not react well to disobedience," the Auror informs the Hall.
"Thank you for that warning," Minerva throws back. "Hagrid, if you would?"
"Of course, Headmistress." I find myself shocked by the level of fury I can hear in Hagrid's voice. Even when he got suspended, Hagrid didn't get this angry.
Hagrid pauses next to me to rest his hand on my free shoulder. I nod quietly and he passes without a word. The Aurors follow him out, footsteps echoing furiously in the silent Hall. Even the Hufflepuff, who'd been sobbing mere moments earlier into my robe, has fallen silent.
The doors closing behind our unwanted guests sounds impossibly loud in the silence, and another few moments drip past until, as suddenly as a bell's tolling in an empty village, the Hall bursts out in noise. Cheers and congratulations echo off the walls and ceiling and stone floor. The Hufflepuff I'd been comforting hugs me tightly and offers me a big grin before bounding off, face still wet with tears, to join the joy at his table.
I rise slowly to my feet. 'That was foolish,' I inform Harry, shooting Minerva a look that I hope conveys those same words.
'I would rather be at war with the Ministry than lose you to a past that you've finally moved beyond!' Harry replies, stepping in front of me so he can meet my eyes.
I scowl at him and bend down to grab my wand. 'I'd rather there were no more wars, personally.'
'You can't have everything you wish for.'
'Look who's talki-!'
"You two are the most impossible men I've ever had the displeasure of meeting," Hermione informs us as she and Ron stop next to us. "Do you ever stop arguing?"
Harry and I trade glances. "No," we chorus, allowing our amusement at poor Hermione to seep into our voices.
"Only when it annoys you," Ron translated before grabbing Harry's arm. "Come on."
Hermione follows suit and grabs my arm, then the two drag us from the Great Hall and into a small classroom nearby. Harry and I trade confused looks around our friends. What are they up to?
Hermione closes and spells the door behind us while Ron crosses his arms over his chest and glares at both Harry and myself.
I scowl. "What the hell are you two Gryffindors planning?"
"Simple." Hermione steps up next to her boyfriend as he continues, "Tom, you like Harry. Harry, you like Tom. Ginny's disappeared. Why don't you two use this free time without her around to establish your damn relationship and just get it over with?"
"Ron..." Hermione sighs as Harry and I stare at Ron.
"What? It was the only way they were going to get it."
"You have no subtly."
"You never said I needed to be subtle for this."
Harry and I trade looks. 'Come here,' he says, crooking a finger in a 'come hither' sort of manner.
I step closer to him. 'What?'
'Oh, lean down already. I really hate that you're taller than me, you know.'
I grin and, gently taking his chin in one hand, lean down and brush my lips over his. Immediately, one of his hands shoots up and tangles itself in my hair, pushing our mouths together in a crush of teeth and tongues and wet. And it takes us a few moments, but we get ourselves more comfortable before allowing our tongues to dance against one another, both fighting for dominance that it's likely neither shall win.
Ron's whistle breaks us apart and he grins when we glare at him. Hermione is covering a smile next to him. "Oh, very well, Ron, it worked. Jeeze."
Ron's grin only widens.
'I say we kick them out,' Harry suggests.
'We could just knock them out,' I reply, fighting against a strangely insistent smile.
'Even better idea.' A hand tangles in my hair again and striking green eyes look up at me. 'Ignore them.'
I lean back down and reclaim his mouth. 'I can agree with that, I suppose.'
Minerva gives the whole school the day free in celebration. I tell Harry to go with his friends after lunch, then follow Minerva up to her office.
"This is foolish, Minerva," I inform her, taking the offered seat.
Minerva sighs. "Tom, look, I won't hand you ove-"
"Why not?! I can take care of myself!" I glare at her.
"Look." Minerva sets down the cup of tea she'd been nursing. "One, there's a part in the pact one must adhere to when becoming the Head of Hogwarts that says that it is my duty to protect not only the students, but also the teachers - you, in this case. Two, Harry would never let me forget it if I allowed them to drag you off-"
"Fuck Harry!"
Minerva gives me a firm look and I fall silent, allowing her to continue, "Three, I don't think I could forgive myself if I let them take you." She smiles faintly, then. "Anyway, I can't lose my Head of Gryffindor yet again this year. The children would be distraught."
"The children will be in danger - never mind distraught - if you go to war with the Ministry," I point out sharply. "If you'd let me go, we can get this over with and I'll be back in a couple days."
Minerva sighs. "Tom, listen to me." I purse my lips, but nod for her to go on. "If they find out who you are, nothing any of us say will get them to give you a trial. And they will find out, I know it. I will not let them have you."
I look away, uncomfortable. "I don't like the idea of you starting another war because of me, Minerva."
"Why not?" I stare up at the portrait of Albus Dumbledore. "At least this time the war has a clear meaning, after all."
"Sir-"
But Dumbledore shakes his head. "If it were I in Minerva's place, I would be doing the same. The Wizarding World needs you, Tom, even though it doesn't know it yet."
"What do you mean, 'needs me', you bloody fool?" I hiss, glaring at him. Who does he think he is?!
"And, eventually, you will understand, but perhaps it's not that time yet."
"You had too many Lemon Sherbets, old man," I mutter, looking away. Has the old fool suddenly become a prophet or something? It wouldn't surprise me, truthfully. I've always wondered about the man.
Dumbledore chuckles. "Go spend this day of rest with your friends, Mr Riddle. I dare say that they will be missing you."
I get up and leave without offering any sort of salutation. Dumbledore has always been a fool, and I'm starting to think it's worn off on Minerva now, too.
I find Harry, Hermione, and Ron with Hagrid out by the lake. When I take a seat next to Harry, Hagrid turns to me and says, "Wer' takin' behts on how long it'll take Ginny to get out. What do you think, Tom?"
I smirk and entwine one hand with Harry's. "Never," I offer spitefully.
"Tom!" Hermione gives me a disapproving look.
"He's just being honest, Hermione," Ron points out uncaringly.
"Ron!"
Harry, Ron, Hagrid, and I all laugh.
It's nice to be able to laugh about stuff right now.
-~\/~-
A/N: I've been stuck right at that spot for TOO LONG.
So I'm ending the chapter here.
Reviews are good, and might get my muse to move his arse. -.-
Bats
1 - A Little Potion Accident ||| 2 - The Spectacles ||| 3 - The Last One
4 - Failure? ||| 5 - Seventh Year Begins ||| 6 - Hogsmeade Surprise
7 - In the Aftermath ||| 8 - Trouble in Paradise ||| 9 - Voldemort Who?
Epilogue - Just a Little Case of Paradise
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Date: 16/3/06 22:58 (UTC)"Wer' takin' behts on how long it'll take Ginny to get out. What do you think, Tom?" Eh, Ginny to get out? What do you mean?
If they find out who they are, nothing any of us say will get them to give you a trial. Don't you mean who you are?
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Date: 17/3/06 03:09 (UTC)They kicked her into the Vanishing Closet... last chapter? I think... ^.^"
Oops! *goes to fix* Thanks. ^.^
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Date: 17/3/06 03:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17/3/06 04:19 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17/3/06 05:32 (UTC)It's good to see Tom is well loved! XD
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Date: 17/3/06 15:44 (UTC)LOL
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Date: 17/3/06 07:41 (UTC)But a war... :( I hope your next drabble was not meant to be the last chapter of this fic! :)
oh, and...
Date: 17/3/06 07:43 (UTC)NLN
Re: oh, and...
Date: 17/3/06 15:47 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17/3/06 15:47 (UTC)No, not at all. Thank Merlin. O.O
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Date: 17/3/06 12:38 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17/3/06 15:47 (UTC)no subject
Date: 17/3/06 12:45 (UTC)Now, as you have sadi to me, I nit-pick because I love
It's nice to ba able to laugh about stuff right now
I think that should be 'be' ^.^
If you don't have a beta for this one, I could take a look if you want. I'm normally very quick if that helps XD
Floss
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Date: 17/3/06 15:50 (UTC)Oops. *headdesk*
It's not that this one doesn't have a beta, it's just that I wanted this fic to be more of a "Bats beta's her own fic for once, if only to prove that she can". ^.^" I'm weird that way sometimes. This chapter, however, I just got sick of staring at, so I didn't really beta it. -.-
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Date: 17/3/06 17:31 (UTC)I did enjoy, so much that I'm actually gonna go try to write things -.-;
Well, I hope...
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Date: 17/3/06 18:11 (UTC)no subject
Date: 19/3/06 03:18 (UTC)no subject
Date: 19/3/06 10:14 (UTC)glad you updated though :)
SS
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Date: 19/10/08 07:45 (UTC)