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"Where is she?" Those three little words turned Number 12 Grimmauld Drive upside down. Molly Weasley had made her way via floo into the sitting room of Headquarters, and was demanding to see her youngest child. As expected, she had managed to alert all of her son's, and were expecting them any moment.
"Who is disturbing the home of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black?" Kreacher's cantankerous voice resonated throughout the room. "Oh it is just the blood traitor and her children. Kreacher is wondering if they are here because their girl is staying here." He rambled on.
"Listen here you little monster, I won't stand for any of your foolishness. I know my daughter is here. Go get her and tell her that her mother wants to say hello." Molly Weasley spoke harshly at the elf to emphasize that she meant business.
With a crack, he was gone, presumably to get Ginevra. At that moment Professor Snape and Dumbledore entered the room.
"Ah, Molly, so good to see you. I was not expecting you tonight." Albus began. He was lying, of course. He fully well knew that as soon as Arthur made it home, Molly would work the information out of poor Arthur. That is exactly why Dumbledore sent the wizard on a mission after presenting Ginevra to him.
"Didn't expect me? Are you mad? My baby is here, where else would I be? She needs me!" Molly was all a twitter with nerves and excitement.
"I only meant dear lady that I presumed you would wait until morning to see her. Afterall, I am sure that you realize the magnitude of the situation." Dumbledore began.
"Magnitude of the situation? If you mean that my child has been away from me for years, and you did not even see fit to alert me of her return. Now Dumbledore I always expected better of you. I have been a faithful and loyal member of the Order, and…" Her rant was cut off in mid stride by the one and only Severus Snape.
"How thoughtful of you; trying to make up for lost time are you? Do you think it wise to approach her at this time? It's not like you have been there for her the past, what is it now, seven, eight years?" He drawled in his most detached yet menacing tone.
"You have no idea what you are talking about, Severus. I always wanted her with me. She is my world, my everything. It is so unfair that she had to go through life without me." The elder witch yelled.
"How nice to see the extent of your love for Ginevra. Tell, me, do you vicariously live through all of your children?" Snape knew this would push Molly over the edge. While getting the Weasley matriarch riled up was not the smartest thing to do, Snape knew that this was the best way to forge a connection between Draco and Ginevra. Severus needed to create an environment in which Ginevra needed protection of sorts, and he found it.
"How dare you speak to me in that manner! You know nothing of what it is like to have children, nor do you know the pain of being separated from them!" She was barely containing herself at this point. The last remark stung Snape, though to the normal human it was not evident. He had always regarded Draco as a son. While he was in charge of overseeing the young wizard, he rarely had occasion to speak with him whilst Draco was in hiding.
"Come, now, Molly, Severus, let us calm ourselves. Kreacher has already gone to alert Ginevra and her mate. I suspect that they will be down shortly." Dumbledore had caught on to Snape's logic, and knew that this little piece of information would rile Molly up even more.
"Her mate? That's another thing, Dumbledore, why was I not informed that he had been found? How do we know that he truly is her intended? This is a difficult time for her. She needs her mother, and her family." Molly yelled, the anxiety evident in her voice.
"Molly, please calm yourself. Do you think that Ginevra wants to see you in this state? You know full well the terms of her destiny. I am under no obligation to divulge the name of her mate to anyone other than her. I thought it might be best for them to begin to acclimate themselves to the wizarding world once more, together. Remember, whether you like it or not, this is how fate has destined her to be." The Headmaster's voice was level and calm, and seemed to have a soothing effect on Molly to some degree. "Arthur has met the young man, and believes proceeding in this way is appropriate."
"Met him already did, he? Well, I'll deal with my dear Arthur later." She shot a glare at her husband that held a promise of very, very terrible things to come in his near future.
Suddenly, the fireplace erupted in a swirl of green, and Fred and George tumbled out onto the hearth rug.
"Ah, see, Gred, I knew we would make it in time." George Weasley said with an impish grin.
"Yes, yes, Forge, once again you were correct. We seem to be in the right place. Let's see; Snape, Mum, Dad, tension brewing, but no Gin-Gin yet. Yes, dear brother we most definitely made it in time." Fred answered with an identical expression.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, you two! What is it about the lot of you and entrances and exits? Must they always be a production?" Molly said exasperatedly.
"Well, mum you always said…" George began.
"Try to find one thing…" Fred continued.
"You do well…" George added.
"Yes, very well…" Fred added.
"And do it often." They finished in unison, ending with rather cheeky grins.
"I am not in the mood to deal with your antics, boys, now…" an irritated Molly began. Loud banging at the front door stopped her lecture mid sentence. "Now what?" She asked instead.
Dumbledore momentarily slipped from the parlor, and returned with Bill Weasley.
"You're here then, already, mum?" He greeted his mother with a hug. "Alright, I see Frick and Frack have made it as well. There's dad, hello old' man." He inclined his head in his father's direction, and went on with his check list. "Okay, some Order members , but no Ginny. Are we waiting for everyone to arrive before we see her?" He asked with a grin.
"NO!" A sharp female voice cut through the room. Every head turned to the owner of the voice, Ginevra Weasley. "This meeting has been a long time coming. I simply cannot wait to hear what has been going on in my family's life the past eight and a half years!!" Her voice was clear and full of contempt.
Four sets of eyes were transfixed upon the young woman in the doorway. Gone was the freckle faced little girl they remembered from so long ago. Before them was a beautiful young woman with flowing hair, a lovely figure, and an aura of maturity and wisdom. She was also sporting a glare so dangerous, even Molly shrank back from for a moment; but just a moment.
"My baby, my little girl!" Molly yelled as she rushed to her daughter, and enveloped her in a bear hug. "Oh, I missed you so much. I have waited for this moment for so long!" The mother finished, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Feeling her mother's embrace brought a rush of emotions onto Ginevra. It felt wonderful, yet not as familiar as she remembered. Then anger and resentment took over. All of the years of needing this woman's embrace and not having it flashed in Ginevra's mind.
Sensing his daughter's feelings, Arthur quickly interrupted his wife's fussing. "Molly, dear, why not let the boys say hello as well." He tactfully remarked.
"Oh, dear I, yes, come now." Molly quickly agreed, and loosened her grip on Ginevra, who in turn gave a slight nod of thanks to her father.
"Looking good Gin-Gin." George chimed in.
"Yeah, all grown up and feisty, too!" Fred added as they both gave her a small hug. They had also noticed her demeanor when their mum hugged her. They'd seen that look enough times on Molly to know that it meant get away as fast as you can!
For her part, Ginevra gave each of them a small smile in recognition of their respect for her personal space. She did, however approach her eldest brother, Bill. Truth is known he had always been her favorite.
"Hello, young lady. It is good to see you again, luv. It has been far too long." Bill smiled down at his baby sister. It absolutely amazed him that this woman was his sister.
"Yes, it has, Bill, yes it has." Her voice was a little less tense.
"Far too long indeed. Now, dear, why don't you go get your things, and we'll take you home." Molly interjected.
"Excuse me? Home?" Ginevra asked incredulously.
"Yes, yes, now that you are back, you will naturally be coming back to the Burrow. That way I can take care of you." The elder witch began fussing about her daughter.
"I have taken care of myself quite nicely thank you." Ginevra replied with great distain. "I am currently staying here, and if and when I decide to leave, I will let you know if you will be needed." She shot at her mother; her demeanor both haughty and malicious.
"Why dear, what is the matter? I am only trying to look out for what is best for you." A wounded Molly replied.
"What's best for me? Isn't what's best for me to be in a safe environment to become acquainted with my mate?" Ginevra finally found a good use for Draco Malfoy. Yes, he was her key to staying in control of her life from here on out. It also didn't hurt that he was well, Malfoy; they were sure to die over that fact. Revenge was sweet in its own way.
"Well, then that is all the more reason to be with your family during this time. We need to welcome him into the family." Molly brushed her daughter's objection aside.
"I rather think not. I don't believe that he would feel comfortable courting in such an environment." Ginevra flatly stated, yet her voice did not show her true feelings. Inside she was seething, and nearing the end of her patience. Draco, who had been standing off to the side behind the doorway entrance, prayed that Ginevra's mother would take the hint. He noticed the warning signs in the little hell cat, and knew that she was ready to explode.
"Oh, nonsense. Of course he would feel fine at the Burrow, and if not, well I am sure he can stay here, and visit you and your family." Molly insisted.
"He IS my family now!" Ginevra yelled. "Afterall, isn't that why you sent me away, so I would be safe until it was time to be with him?"
Upon hearing Ginevra state that he was her family, a jolt ran through Draco. Whether she made the statement out of spite or meant it, he cared not. At that moment an intense desire to protect her overtook his senses.
"Now, Ginny, dear, let us not dwell on those lost years. Really, to say this person, whom I have never met is your family is just ridiculous. How do we even know that he truly is your mate?" Mrs. Weasley laughed at the thought.
"Because if I'm not, we would have killed each other by now." Draco Malfoy firmly stated as he came into view. Her securely placed his arm around Ginevra's waist and was quite surprised when she did not back away.
Once again the room was dumbstruck. The Weasleys looked back and forth between the two in utter shock. They simply could not comprehend the sight before them. There stood the only female born Weasley in centuries in the arms of the `dead' heir to the Malfoy line.
"Am I having a stroke?" Fred finally spoke up.
"Or is that Draco Malfoy?" George finished.
"In the flesh boys. Now, what seems to be the problem here?" Draco calmly responded with just a hint of amusement.
"What seems to be the problem? What seems to be the problem, you ask, well let me tell you…" Molly's face was contorted in anger as she approached the couple.
"Now, now, what Molly means is that this is a bit of a shock to her." Arthur offered in an attempt to calm his wife down.
"Quite a shock, yes, but then again Arthur, you have had three days to get over the news. Just how long were you going to keep that information from me?" She rounded on her husband in a fury.
"Molly, dear, Arthur was not at liberty to divulge that information." Dumbledore's voice chimed in. "He was under strict instructions not to tell anyone of this development."
"Yes, yes, I know, but we received a letter from Harry saying that Arthur was at liberty to tell me about the meeting that took place here." Molly pointedly stated.
"Well then of course if Mr. Potter said it was alright, by all means, Arthur, reveal all your secrets." Snape cut in to voice his distain for the young man. "Afterall, Dumbledore's reasons for secrecy mean nothing."
"Calm yourself, Severus. I am sure Harry had his reasons for sending you that letter, Molly; however, it was not his place to determine when you should learn of Ginevra's return." Dumbledore sternly stated.
"Well, maybe not, but I am glad that he did. Now I know what I am up against. Honestly, a Malfoy and a Weasley? The thought of it is ludicrous." Molly began. "Afterall, isn't that one of the signs of the apocalypse?" She jested.
"It very well may be if they do not learn to get along." Dumbledore stated soberly. With those words, the room fell silent. The reality of the situation seemed to be dawning on everyone. Finally, Dumbledore spoke up, "Yes, remember, we may view these children as wards in need of protection, but the truth is that they may well be our only hope of survival in this war. Now, why don't we all sit down and discuss this, civilly."
At that moment the fireplace lit up again, and out tumbled Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger.
"Sorry we're late, where is my little sis." Ron began as he searched the room. Upon seeing Draco, he paused momentarily. "What the bloody hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" He roared. "And what are you doing putting your ferrety paws on my little sister? Get the fuck away from her you-you- zombie Death Eater!" He shouted as he ripped Malfoy away from Ginevra and punched him square in the nose.
As blood began to pour from Draco's now broken nose, Bill Weasley sighed, "So much for talking things out civilly," and went to restrain his youngest brother.
"Let me go, Bill. I'm just giving that piece of filth what he deserves. How dare he touch our baby sister! I'll kill him." Ron yelled as Bill tried to restrain him. For his efforts, Bill received a nice blow to the jaw while holding the wizard back.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Ginevra screamed, and threw her arms up.
In an instant everyone in the room was thrown backwards. They all stood in awe of what they'd just witnessed. Ginevra immediately went to Draco, and with a few quick words, and a tweek of his nose, Draco was back to normal. Then, the unthinkable happened. Ginevra walked over to her stunned brother Ron, hugged him, and then broke his nose.
"Ginny, dear, really. That was not necessary!" Harry yelled at a very upset Ginevra.
"Not necessary, Harry? I'll tell you what was not necessary. You did not need to owl my mother. You may be The Order's go to guy when it comes to dealing with Voldemort, but that does not entitle you to stick your nose into stick your nose into the entire wizarding communities' business." Ginevra had withstood all she could. She decided she would let them all know right here and now how she really felt.
"I was doing no such thing, Ginny." Harry began to explain. He simply wanted her to see that he was looking out for her. "This was different, this was a family matter."
"That's right, Harry; my family's business; not yours. I know how it might be hard to make the distinction. Afterall, my `family' has definitely cared more for you these past years than me." All the years of pain and abandonment came pouring out of her. She did not care about hurting anyone's feelings now; it was not like they checked on her feelings. She had been on her own for all that time, and she came out just fine. How dare they lecture her, and make decision for her.
By now, Hermione had fixed Ron's nose, and decided it was her turn to try to calm Ginevra. "It is good to have you back, Ginny. I am sure that this is quite overwhelming. It probably does not help that everyone seems to have an opinion on your life. "
"Thank you, Hermione, and I prefer Ginevra, please. It is good to see you as well." Ginevra sincerely responded.
"Sure, Ginevra, now at the risk of creating more problems, may I ask how on earth Malfoy fits into this? And while we're at it, how is he still alive? I mean, we all went to his funeral." Hermione asked, while trying to wrap her mind around the scene before her.
Before Draco or Ginny could respond, Ron took it upon himself to educate everyone. "Oh, use that brain of yours, Mione. He and his Death Eater Family faked his and Narcissa's deaths so Malfoy here could get intensive instruction on the Dark Arts. That's how it went, right, Malfoy?"
"That's not true, he is not evil, Ronald. Why don't you use your brain. Would Dumbledore let him in here if he were in league with Voldemort?" Ginevra yelled back at her brother. "As to why he is here, well, guess what, Ronnie-kins. He's going to be your one and only brother-in-law! That's right, Draco is my mate." Her face twisted into a Malfoy worthy smirk.
"What the hell do you mean my brother-in-law? You cannot honestly expect me to believe that he is your mate? Ginevra's fixed stare was all that he needed as reply. "Oh, what the fuck, I mean really, now! I thought we sent her away to keep her safe, and now we are just going to turn her over to that filth? Why don't we all just surrender to Voldemort now?"
"Silencio" The spell hit Ron and rendered him speechless instantly.
"I thought it best we shut him up before that big mouth of his gets him killed." Bill Weasley stated in a matter of fact tone.
"He's just worried about you, dear. This is a shock to him. Ron is bound to be surprised after …" Molly began defending her youngest boy's outburst, only to be cut off by Draco.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I am sure it is a shock to all of you, just as it was to Ginevra." He gave his intended a reassuring squeeze, and then moved directly in front of her. "So we do not add to this traumatic experience, why don't we all sit down, and bring everyone up to date."
The entire Weasley clan was quite taken aback by Draco's pleasant yet protective behavior. They each gradually made their way to different chairs throughout the room. All except Ron, who was being restrained by a rather unhappy Kreacher. The disgruntled elf was muttering something under his breath about blood traitors and filth. Ginevra was absolutely astounded. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined Draco Malfoy standing up for her, especially not to her own family. But you envisioned your mate doing such a thing. The thought echoed through her mind.
For three quarters of an hour the assembled group sat in eager silence listening to an account of the events that lead up to the evening's festivities. Dumbledore, Snape, and Draco attempted to explain the unique situation they were all in. Once they had finished, they opened the discussion for questions.
Hermione, predictably, was the first to speak up. "So, you have had no contact with your father, then?"
"No, I have not. I have long believed his line of thinking is not always prudent." Draco responded flatly. The lack of distain in his voice while speaking to Hermione did not go unnoticed by Ginevra.
"So, then you will be joining the Order?" Fred asked.
"That remains to be seen. It is my understanding that the choice is up to Ginevra and me as a team. It is premature to make such decisions." The Malfoy heir replied.
"And just why is that, Malfoy? Are you going to poison Ginny against us?" Harry nastily shot at Draco, earning him a stiff elbow from his wife.
"First of all, Potter, I believe that Ginevra told you days ago she wishes to be address by her given name. As to your question," he made a small pause to regard every person in the room. "I believe that whether intentional or not, every person in this room has done their part to poison her against the Order. Perhaps you should concentrate on that rather than worrying about what I might do to her." Though it was not obvious, inside Draco was seething.
"How dare you! You know nothing of the heartache we have felt without our little girl." Molly indignantly cried.
"And you know nothing of the pain she endured, either." Draco answered coldly. Now before this gets out of control again, I believe that Ginevra has had a trying evening. We can finish this discussion later. We will be retiring for the evening.." The blond wizard explained while surveying the group.
During this entire exchange, Draco had been carefully watching Ginevra. Surprisingly, she had been rather subdued, and Draco was not sure that was a good thing. He figured the best course of action would be to get her away from the chaotic scene. This thought was reinforced by the fact that the silencing spell on Ron was beginning to wear off. Words like `ferret' and `castrate' could be heard intermittently. Draco knew the last thing that anyone needed was for the two youngest Weasleys to get into another row.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I agree that would be best." Dumbledore agreed. He'd been watching the pair, and was highly encouraged by the subtle progress being made.
"But, Albus, she has been gone for so long." Molly began to plead.
"And if we give her space, she will be here forever." Arthur gently cut in as he cradled his wife.
"Alright, dear, I suppose you're right." She reluctantly agreed.
The Weasley boys simply wished their sister a good night from a modest distance. All but Ron, who simply stood glaring at the scene before him. Arthur gave his daughter a quick, but reassuring hug, and a kiss on the forehead. He then shook Draco's hand, and concentrated on ensuring Molly did not smother their daughter. As the Weasleys were finishing their goodbyes, Harry and Hermione made their way towards the couple.
"Hold it right there, Potter. You have upset her enough tonight. Say your goodbyes from where you are." Draco commanded.
"Of course, Draco. We want to respect Ginevra's space. Isn't that right, dear?" Hermione Potter quickly interjected. She was keen on diverting another outburst. "Goodnight, Ginevra. I am glad that you are back, and if I can be of any help to you, please let me know. Draco…well, I am glad to know you are not dead. Wow, I never thought I would say that. Oh, well, we must be going now, come along, Harry." She rambled on while pulling Harry and his fixed scowl out of the room.
With that Draco and Ginevra ascended the stairs to go to their suite. Severus and Dumbledore were left alone in the sitting room.
"That went well." Snape commented sardonically.
"Ah, Severus, it went very well." Dumbledore replied with a twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, it went very well, indeed. You know, something tells me we're into something good here." He added, before leaving the room whilst humming to him.
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Ginevra made her way up the stairs in silence with Draco following behind. She was quite deep in thought, and barely registered her surroundings. The shock of seeing her family after such a long time was overwhelming. She could not comprehend their behavior. Sure, it must have been tough not having her around, she would give them that much. Yet what they all failed to realize was that she experienced the same pain; but by herself. Sure, she had Remus, but he only stopped by occasionally. True, she had a "family", but it was not the same. She fully understood that the witches and wizards that made up her muggle family were her responsibility. Those individuals were highly sought after by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She had been a child sent out into a strange world to prosper and protect on her own.
"Would you care for some tea?" Draco's question startled Ginevra out of her brooding, and was surprised to find herself in the suite.
"What? Oh, yes, please." She shakily answered.
The couple sat in silence for a while drinking the soothing liquid. While the atmosphere was filled with the usual awkwardness, the tension level was much lower than normal. Each of them made quick side glances at the other. Finally, Ginevra spoke up.
"Thank you." She simply said. "For standing up for me that is."
"It was nothing, really." He admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. "Actually I found it rather entertaining, its been a long time since I had the chance to rile up your brother or Potter like that."
"Of course." She said icily. "I should have known that you had your own agenda down there." She spat at him. She was so hurt. There actually was a part of her that believed he might be a decent person.
"Please calm down. You misunderstood me. I was trying to make a joke." He sheepishly admitted. "Yes, I was an arse back in school, but I assure you, I am no longer that big of a prick."
"Not a big prick?" She began emotionlessly. "Well, that will present a problem for us eventually." She added, her face expressionless at first, then transformed into a sly smirk.
"What, uh, oh!" Draco's eyes lit up as the meaning of her words dawned on him. "I can't believe that you just said that! I think I like this side of you."
"I am sure you do. Remember this, Draco Malfoy, I am nothing like what you might expect." She commented as she walked towards him. It was again, as if some invisible force was pulling them together. Ginevra felt like she had no control over her actions. Before she knew it, she was putting her arms around his waist. As soon as they touched a shock ran through her. For a moment she forgot that this was Draco Malfoy, the bane of her family's existence. He was not the son of the man who nearly killed her so long ago. He was not the rich little brat who taunted both her and her family relentlessly. No, he was simply a man. Yes, a man who stood up for her in a time of need.
She looked up into his silver eyes for a moment before whispering, "Thank you." Then to both of their surprise, she stood on her tip toes, and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
For a split second all was normal. Then the scene changed dramatically. The kiss took on a life of its own. Hearts began to race in time, hands were roaming and grasping desperately, and there wasn't a bit of space between the two. It was the most wonderful feeling either of the pair had ever experienced. Simultaneously they broke apart breathing raggedly.
"Wow." Ginevra gasped out as she held on to Draco for support. She was feeling quite light headed, and was happy to have his chiseled body there for support.
"That's a bit of an understatement." Draco agreed. Never in his life had he felt that way. Sure he'd snogged his fair share of girls in his life, but it never felt like what he just experienced. A voice in his mind smugly asked, how do you feel about her being your mate now? "Brilliant." He answered out loud.
"It was rather nice." Ginevra replied, thinking he was commenting on the kiss. Then, just as suddenly as the kiss erupted, insecurity grabbed a hold of Ginevra. "Well, um, again, thank you." She said flatly as she moved from his embrace. Quickly, she shut her emotions down. Ginevra knew that she was in danger of allowing this man into her life. This simply could not happen. No, when she `lost' her family so long ago she decided she'd never allow anyone near her heart again.
Draco recognized the turmoil behind Ginevra's eyes before she shut down. She was using a technique he'd often employed in his younger days. He gently reached out to hold her again. Although she was tense, Draco was able to pull her towards him. He wrapped himself around her so she could not focus on anything but the two of them. His right hand cradled the back of her head, and she could feel his breath on her neck.
"I know you are in pain, and that this all is very difficult. I am not perfect, you know that, but if you will let me in, I can promise you that I will never intentionally hurt you." He whispered into her ear. Draco meant every word of that oath. He was aware that some of his feelings were most likely being fueled by their common destiny, but he didn't care. For the first time in his life he felt as if he had a chance at real happiness. Draco would do anything to hold onto that feeling.
Upon hearing his words, Ginevra began to silently cry. She wanted to believe him so desperately. All her life she wanted someone to be there for her. Although every rational part of her brain was screaming at her to get away, to tune his words out, she snuggled closer to him. It had been a very trying day, and just for tonight she was going to pretend that everything was alright.
Sensing that she was no longer combative, Draco picked Ginevra up and walked over to a large comfortable chair by their fireplace. He sat down, cuddling her on his lap. They sat there in silence for quite some time before they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
A/N: Hip, hip hooray! We all finally got some D/G goodness! I am hoping that it lived up to expectations. I think we are on a really good path now, but I warn you…it is NOT going to be smooth sailing for our favorite couple. Let's just say that the way the Weasley clan and they reactions will become the least of their worries.
I want to thank you all for such positive and wonderful reviews. Because it has been so long since I had posted I am afraid that I have lost contact with my beta readers. I REALLY need one. This chapter was my first attempt at any type of romantic setting, and I am not sure if I did it correctly. So, if anyone out there would be interested in beta-ing for me, and has some experience with romance writing, drop me a review letting me know.
As most of you know, the title for this chapter as well as Dumbledore's quote are from the song "Something Tells Me I'm into Something Good". For the life of me right now I cannot remember who sang it, but I am not claiming it as my own. It had also been brought to my attention that I wrote a scene a few chapters back that resembled the movie "Ten Things I Hate About You". So, when our duo are arguing, and Gin comments that Draco was having "no effect what so ever on her knickers", I will attribute it all to the movie. I had actually never even seen the movie, but at my hubby's insistence I sat down and watched it, and yep, it does match almost word for word. I guess I was channeling that day.
Alright, as always, I hope you like, and if not, feel free to give some helpful tidbits. I am trying to make the chapters longer for you all. Thanks for sticking with me!
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