Ed Kuper katz draco jess pansy jen Normal Ed Kuper 4 7049454 2003-06-06T21:12:00Z 2003-08-05T05:43:00Z 2003-08-05T05:59:00Z 10 3847 21931 Ed Kuper 182 43 26932 9.3821
Of Letters, Pranks, and Apparel (particularly Draco's)
Jess woke up the next morning with the sound of someone shuffling around in a trunk. Raising herself off her pillow to see who it was, she became alarmed. Someone was digging in her trunk! She quickly lit her wand to see who it was.
"Oh my God!" she screeched, grabbing for the nearest hard item - her book.
The person looked up, surprised, and then quickly ducked. The book missed his ear by inches.
Jess grabbed for her clock and threw it at him, too. It barely skimmed the top of his head.
Seconds later, a lamp whizzed by his ear, and he cried out as the cord struck him in the face.
"Holy shit!"
Jess's eyes widened. Immediately, she grabbed her copy of The Fellowship of the Ring (the large print edition, which was very thick and large), and hurled it at him. He jumped sideways, but the book grazed his arm.
"Draco, get out of the girls' dormitory! What were you doing in my trunk, anyway?"
"A pair of my pants is missing."
"And you think I'd have them?"
"Well, they were leather."
Jess raised an eyebrow. "So?"
"Well, I figured that if you liked my ducky socks, then you'd like my leather pants."
"That's true, I do like leather pants, but I don't have them. Ask Pansy. She dreams about you in jeans, why shouldn't she steal your pants?"
"Because she isn't like that."
"The hell she isn't!" Jess shot back.
"She isn't!"
"Okay, you know what?" asked Jess, getting out of bed and walking over to Draco. "Get out. Just... get out." She pushed him out of the room and shut the door in his face.
"Ow! That was uncalled for!" he yelled through the door.
"And just for that, I hope you don't find your leather pants!"
That, of course, was very much untrue - she really did want to see him in leather pants.
Sighing, she got dressed and headed to breakfast.
~~~Ravenclaw~~~
Appy woke up with a pounding headache. Grumbling, she got out of bed. She walked over to her backpack, where she had some aspirin. She quickly took two and lay back down, cradling her aching head with her pillow.
"Hey, Appy, are you okay?" It was Padma.
"No…. I've got a migraine."
"Oh. I get those a lot. D'you want some of the potion that Madame Pomfrey gave me for them?"
"No, I just took some aspirin."
"Well, the potion works faster, and it doesn't matter if you've taken aspirin or not. In fact, aspirin makes it work faster."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'll take some."
Padma got up and conjured up a spoon. She poured a spoonful of green liquid from a bottle on her bedside table and handed it to Appy, saying, "Here. It should be gone in about five to ten minutes."
What Padma had said was true. Within ten minutes, Appy felt as good as ever. She cheerily got dressed and headed down to breakfast.
~~~Gryffindor~~~
Katz woke up feeling somewhat grumpy. She had writer's block. She had a cold. She had a bloody obsession with Draco, and there was nothing to do about it. Except, perhaps, causing a sensation among the Gryffindors by wearing Slytherin clothing. Yes, that was it! Change her dull and boring day!
She quickly headed to her trunk, where she pulled out black pants, a green, long-sleeved shirt, a silver vest, and her black combat boots. Quickly, she put them on, before putting her hair up in elaborate curls. Then she grinned.
"I am so going to freak the Dream Team out."
"Why?" asked Jen, who had heard her. Katz turned around. "Omigosh! You traitor!"
"Who's a traitor?" Hermione asked, getting out of bed. When she saw Katz, she stared.
"Exactly," replied Katz, leaving the two in a stupor and going to get her copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. "Now to find the Slytherin Common Room," she muttered.
"W-why?" Katz did not reply to Jen's question immediately. Instead, she thought for a moment.
"Because I'm going to convert religions," she answered finally.
"What religion are you converting to?" asked Hermione.
Katz grinned an evil grin. "Draco Malfoyism."
Hermione almost fell down.
Katz chuckled and continued to leaf through the book. "Polyjuice Potion," she murmured. "Aha! Found it. Now to find the Slytherins." With that, she ran out of Gryffindor Tower.
~~~Back in the Girls' Dormitory~~~
"Does that religion even exist?" Jen asked Hermione.
"Yes, actually. Lavender and Parvati converted to it last year. They have services on Sunday nights," Hermione replied.
"Wow. Must be organized. I should inform Jess. Gotta go."
With that, Jen quickly got dressed and ran out of the room.
"Americans are so weird," Hermione said aloud.
A moment later, the door opened again, and a disheveled brown head appeared 'round it.
"And I'm Canadian, thank you very much," Jen added. "You complete Brit."
"Oy!"
Jen slammed the door.
~~~In the Entrance Hall~~~
Katz looked around. 'They should be in the dungeons,' she thought.
"Miss Potter! What kind of a get-up do you call that?"
Katz whirled around. McGonagall stood in front of the doors to the Great Hall, looking at her over the rims of her glasses.
Katz gazed up at her with bright steel blue eyes. "My uniform," she said humbly.
"Excuse me?"
"It says in the rules that the uniform can be altered to fit the student's preference," Katz explained innocently. "I checked." (1)
"Well, I never!"
Katz merely grinned. "May I go now? I must go locate the object of my affections."
"Please don't tell me that it is Mr. Malfoy, Miss Potter."
"All right, I won't. Your presumption was accurate, nevertheless." With that, Katz smirked, tossed her curls, and walked down to the dungeons, leaving McGonagall in a state of incredulity.
"And I thought she was a bright child," McGonagall murmured at last, sighing.
~~~In the Dungeons~~~
Katz shut her book with a snap, frustrated. "They just wandered around. Great. Well, I'm going to find a Slytherin, or see if I can find the chapel."
The chapel, of course, was the one in which one could worship HIM.
Katz looked around and perked up her ears.
She head soft singing coming from her right, so she headed down that way. Five minutes later, she came upon the chapel.
A large statue of Draco stood at the altar, and several young first year Slytherins were standing in pews, singing a song of praise.
"And he will save us, from the-e Mug-gles…"
Katz raised an eyebrow. Instead of leaving, as her conscience told her to, she walked to the very front, picked up a hymnal, and began to sing.
"Yes, he will save us, fro-om the-e Mu-ggles
Fro-om the-e tu-ggles, of our life, of our liiiiiife!"
The song ended and all the Slytherins stared at her, including the organ player.
Katz just grinned. "What?"
"You - you're a - Gryffindor!" said a shocked little first year, who was dressed like a slut.
"I converted. Got a problem with it?"
The little slut stared at her before fainting dead away.
"Just the effect I was looking for," Katz muttered. She looked up. "All right, I'm looking for a Draco Malfoy. Where is he?"
Another little first year pointed shakily to the entrance to the chapel. Draco Malfoy stood there, dressed in full Hogwarts attire.
"So, my little worshipers, what are we up to today?" he asked, coming down the aisle to the front. "Ah," he said as he noticed Katz, "I see we have a new one. What's your name?"
Katz grinned. "You know who I am, Draco Malfoy."
Draco took a closer look, and realized whom she was. "Holy shit!"
"Holy shit," the other girls (except for Katz) echoed.
Katz smirked. "Holy shit indeed, Draco. Yes, I know I'm a Gryffindor. And I know some things about you that some people shouldn't."
Draco's eyes widened. "You know about the socks, don't you?"
"And some other things. Your pajamas, for instance."
"What do you know about my pajamas?"
She walked over to him and whispered in his ear, "That they have red fire trucks on them." (2)
"I hate you."
"Yeah, Slytherins usually hate Gryffindors. But I don't hate you. In fact, I could tell you something about Snape. But I won't. And I won't tell the Gryffindors about your socks and pajamas if you show me where the Slytherin Common Room is and you give me the password." (3)
"And why would I do that?"
"You don't want to risk it. I'm on the verge here, Dracy."
Draco sighed. "Fine. Follow me." Katz followed him to a blank stretch of wall where he said, "Death to Hufflepuffs."
"That's not very nice," Katz said as she followed Draco inside. "Ooh, leather."
"Oi, Jess!"
A head popped out from behind a couch. "What do you want, Draco?" she asked irritably.
"I brought you a present. Found her in the chapel."
"Chapel?"
Jess heard chuckling. "The chapel where one worships the almighty Dracy Wacy," Katz said as she stepped from behind him.
"Draco!" yelled Pansy. "I can't believe you're fraternizing with the enemy!" (4)
"Shut up, you tart. She knew things I didn't want the Gryffindors to know."
"What sort of things?" Pansy asked curiously.
"Embarrassing things that are for me to know and everyone else not to find out. I have a reputation, you know."
"Oh, all right then. I'm sure you'll tell me everything once we're married." She batted her eyelashes at him in a very pratly way.
Katz and Jess both made faces while saying, "EWER!" (5)
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Beg pardon?"
"We're not repeating it. You should have listened the first time," said Katz.
"And Pansy, give it up. Draco hates you," added Jess.
Draco's eyebrow went higher. "Excuse me? I do not hate Pansy."
"Then you dislike her."
"I'll give you that."
"Now sod off, the both of you. I need to talk to Jess."
Draco sat down on a couch, looking quite comfy.
"I said, SOD OFF."
Draco laid his head on the armrest, saying, "I'm going to sleep. Don't mind me."
"Which means…?" Jess asked.
"We're not leaving," clarified Pansy.
"Don't make me curse you," Katz warned, "because I just might just turn you into something you won't like."
"I don't believe you."
Two 'transformez dans un newt's later, two newts were scurrying towards the door.
Katz pulled out her mobile phone (how it worked at Hogwarts, she had not a clue) and dialed Jen's number. "Hey, Jen? It's Katz. Please come down to the Slytherin Common Room. Jess and I are down here waiting for you. Go past Snape's classroom, and keep walking. At the second intersection of hallways, turn left. Then walk to the next intersection and turn right. Walk to the middle of the left wall and say 'Death to Hufflepuffs.' It should open. If not, go a step to the right or left and do it again."
There was a sound of agreement from the phone.
Jess grinned. "Ooh, and fate has it that we'll make a portrait for Slytherin…."
"Fate is what you call it when you don't know the name of the person screwing you over," Katz replied, grinning. (6)
"Whatever. We'll make a portrait anyway."
"With Draco in his ducky socks, red fire truck pajamas, and his boxers with Snitches on them."
"He has boxers with Snitches on them?"
"Yeah. Didn't you read chapter one of Draco Veritas?"
"Erm… yeah. Wait! What about his sword and leather pants?"
"Not to mention jeans and guitar."
"What're those from?"
"Maya. Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing… Rat?. Lovely. Hilarious. Spiffy. Did I just say 'spiffy'?"
"Yep." Jen walked into the Common Room.
"Hey, Jess! Did you check out Katz's way traitorous outfit?" Jen said by way of greeting.
"No… Omigosh! Katz! You look like a Slytherin!"
"Yeah…. I'm sitting at the Slytherin table today, you know. And Ravenclaw tomorrow, Hufflepuff on Thursday, and the floor on Friday."
"The floor?"
"Yes, as in, on my bum."
"On your bum?"
Draco came in just then. He had obviously recovered from his newt curse. "You'll want to go have breakfast," he said smarmily.
Jess and Katz stuck their tongues out at him before following him up to the Great Hall. There, Jen headed off to the Gryffindor table while Katz, Jess, and Draco walked aimlessly to the Slytherin table.
Katz sat down between Jess and Calliope Ardor, a very attractive fifth year with long, raven hair and icy blue eyes. Calliope immediately scooted towards her Slytherin friends along the bench as Katz sat down.
"Draco, why is there a stupid Gryffindor at the Slytherin table?" Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting across from the blonde, asked haughtily.
"I have no idea," Draco replied nonchalantly, glancing over at the Gryffindor in question. "Why don't you ask her?"
"Oy, you," Pansy said, trying to get Katz's attention, but failing miserably. "Hey, Gryffindor," she tried again. However, Katz just kept on chatting animatedly with Jess about - Snape? "Potter!" Pansy finally snapped.
Katz looked up at her. "Yes?" she replied coldly.
"Why can't you go and join your Gryffindor friends? You may have been friends with Jess on the train, but now Jess is with us. You can leave her alone. She'll be safe with us, unlike how she'll be if she hung out with you Gryffindors."
"Gee, Pansy," Katz replied smoothly, "you see, I'd love to leave Jess alone, but I'm afraid your ugliness will be passed on to her in my absence."
Pansy sputtered.
"Besides," Katz continued, "I don't want her becoming like you: a silly, ugly, hit-on-Draco-every-chance-you-get little bitch."
Pansy stared at her, mouth open.
"I wouldn't leave that open for too long," the witty Gryffindor advised, "as you might catch a fly, and look even more like a frog than you usually do."
There was a snort of laughter as Pansy snapped her mouth shut. Draco was shaking in a fit of silent laughter. "Good one, Potter," he managed through his chortles. Pansy looked at him, clearly affronted, but once Draco had started laughing, most of the people in the vicinity had begun to laugh as well.
"Gilbert Seldes once said, 'Comedy is the last refuge of the non-conformist mind.' I completely agree," Katz said. "Pass the butter, please," she added, picking up two pieces of toast from the plate in front of her. Draco did so, grinning at her. "You know," Katz mused while buttering said toast, "you Slytherins aren't all that bad."
"Course we're not," said Calliope, scooting closer to her and smiling. "Everyone just thinks we are, because Slytherin's turned out so many bad witches and wizards. They don't know what we do for fun in the common room."
"Yeah, they all think you torture baby animals," Katz replied with a grin, "or practice dark spells, or have Junior Death Eater meetings or something."
Draco choked on his orange juice. "Torture baby animals?" he spluttered.
"Yep. But, uh… here's a great recreational activity: convince Snape to let you wash his hair."
This time it was Jess's turn to choke. "I am not touching his hair," she said solemnly, once she had stopped coughing.
"Neither am I," Draco and Calliope chorused.
"Right. Instead, everyone buy him a bottle of shampoo and give it anonymously to him as a Christmas present. That would make for a good prank."
Draco chortled. Suddenly, a piece of toast came flying over and hit Pansy in the head.
She keeled over, knocked out cold.
None of them paid any attention to it save for the fact that they were thankful someone had done it. Katz looked up to the sound of mad laughter coming from the Gryffindor table.
She stood up. "Nice shot, Jen!" she yelled. There was more laughter.
"She deserved it!" Jen yelled back. "And thanks! Hermione put a Hardening Charm on it!"
"You're welcome! Thanks Hermione!"
"No problem!"
Snape and McGonagall stood up.
"What is the meaning of this?" asked McGonagall.
"Long story," replied Katz, sitting back down.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for throwing toast," said Snape.
"And ten points from Slytherin for yelling across the hall," added McGonagall.
"Potter's in your House, Minerva."
"Well, I'm sure Parkinson was doing something to make Patch throw the toast."
"I'm sure she wasn't."
"Was."
"Wasn't."
"Was."
"Wasn't."
"Was," said McGonagall, taking a glove from her pocket and slapping Snape with it.
"Wasn't," replied Snape, doing the same to McGonagall.
This went back and forth. Katz stood up. "Go McG, go McG, go McG, go McG!" she chanted. The Gryffindor table rose up and did the same. Then the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables rose and followed suit. Finally, Jess grabbed Draco, made him stand up, and started chanting. Soon nearly the entire Slytherin table was doing it as well.
Dumbledore realized this needed to stop. He stood up, pulled a glove out of each pocket, and slapped both Snape and McGonagall.
Everyone froze. Then, as one, the students sat down.
"Now, apologize," Dumbledore instructed.
"Sorry," the rival teachers muttered, not looking at each other.
"Everyone, off to class!" Dumbledore ordered. The Great Hall emptied within ten minutes.
***Deep in the English countryside***
An owl fluttered down to a window and tapped it with its claw. A young woman with spiky bubblegum pink hair looked up from the letter she was writing, stood up, and opened the window. She took the letter and the owl flew away.
She looked down at the envelope. Mr. and Mrs. Remus Lupin, she read.
"Remy, we've had an owl!" she called into the kitchen.
Remus came out of the kitchen, wand in hand. "Who's it from?"
Tonks had opened the letter and glanced down at the signature. "Dumbledore. Do you think it's another task for the Order?"
"No, hun, he said we could have a month off, remember?" Remus replied, nuzzling her neck.
"Oh, stop that and kiss me properly," she scolded, turning, and for a moment the letter was completely forgotten.
Then they got serious. They sat down on the couch and read it together.
Dear Tonks and Remus,
Remus, remember your first wife, Melissa Patch? And your daughter, whom you had to give up for adoption? Well, I have found her. She is currently attending Hogwarts, under the name Jennifer Melissa Patch. You are welcome to come visit, though I would not recommend this week…. You know why.
Yes, Tonks, you do have a stepdaughter. I'm surprised Remus never told you. It could be because he had a disastrous time with Melissa…. Don't worry, Jen's nothing like her mother.
Sirius's daughter (or at least he believes her to be so) is also here, along with Adam's daughter… remember Adam Degas? Yes, he has a daughter…. They came along with an odd young lady with an obsession with Lucius Malfoy's son. Like I said, she's odd.
Well, I must go and send letters to Adam and Jasmine. Don't worry, I won't contact Melissa.
Hope to see you both soon,
Albus Dumbledore
"You have a daughter?" Tonks asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Er…."
"Oh, fun! Now I get a daughter to love and cherish! I've always wanted a daughter."
Remus just looked at her.
"Well don't just stand there, send him a reply! We'll be there next week, for a week."
He sighed and went over to the desk. He wrote a quick reply while she got her owl, Wotcher. When she came back, he tied the letter to her leg (Wotcher's, not Tonks'!) and let her out the window.
"Oh, I can't wait, I'll get to see Harry again… and my stepdaughter, of course."
Remus grinned and kissed her cheek before heading back into the kitchen.
***Meanwhile, in the calm suburbs of London…***
A blonde woman stood up as she heard a small tap on the window.
She pulled open the window hurriedly, hoping that none of her neighbors were looking. Taking the envelope from the owl, she shut the window.
She opened the envelope.
Dear Jasmine,
Hello. How are you? I'm sure you are fine. I do believe you remember Sirius? And your daughter? Kathleen, I believe you named her. Sirius and I believe that she is currently attending Hogwarts.
Jasmine dropped the parchment in shock, then hastily picked it back up and continued reading.
However, seeing as you might recognize her, we wish that you visit Hogwarts to confirm our suspicions.
Remus' daughter is here as well, along with Adam's daughter (You remember Adam Degas, don't you?), and an odd young lady with an obsession with Lucius Malfoy's son. Like I said, she's odd.
We hope to see you soon. Sirius wants to write a bit.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. Hi honey! Sorry I haven't written, but as you know, I've been on the run from the jerks at the Ministry. I really think Kathleen (she prefers Katz) is our daughter. She has the same color eyes as me. Yes, well, I love you. Hope to see you soon.
-Sirius
She let the parchment fall to the floor. 'Oh my God…. She's alive…. I can't believe it…. I thought she had died… the orphanage told me she had died….' She began to get a prickling sensation in the corners of her eyes. The next moment, she was sobbing. 'My baby… my beautiful baby… she's alive… fifteen years and she's alive….'
After ten minutes, she regained her composure and wrote a reply, telling them that she would be there next week. Once she had done this, she went into her bedroom and cried some more while looking at a picture of their once complete family: Sirius on the right, his arm around her, while she held baby Kathy.
***Somewhere near Glouchester***
Adam Degas jumped as an owl landed in his paints. Cursing, he took the letter that it held in its beak and cleaned off its talons. Then the owl flew away and Adam read the letter.
Dear Adam,
Hello! How goes the painting? I daresay you remember your late wife, Amanda Sabine? And your daughter, Rhapsody?
Yes, well, Rhapsody is currently being schooled here at Hogwarts. I know this comes as a surprise to you as you sent her off to an American family after Amanda died. However, somehow she has ended up here at Hogwarts and is a Ravenclaw…. Perhaps you'd like to come see her?
Remus and Sirius' daughters are here as well… along with an odd young lady with an obsession with Lucius Malfoy's son. As I said, she's odd.
Hope to see you soon,
Albus Dumbledore
Adam dropped the letter. 'Holy shit,' he thought fervently, before grabbing a quill and scribbling a reply on the back of the letter. He then ran and sent the letter off with his owl, Edgar.
***Meanwhile, in DADA with the Gryffindors***
They filed into the class as Professor Gulenchyn, a tall, gangly witch, wrote 'Defense Against the Darks Arts Objectives' on the blackboard. Then she began listing the objectives. "Please write these objectives down," she said cheerfully, turning the class.
Katz began writing the objectives down, none too happily. If this teacher was like Umbridge….
· To learn spells and countercurses that will defend you against the Dark Arts
· To develop reflexes that will aid in dodging Dark spells and curses
· To extend your knowledge of Dark spells and curses
· To practice spells and countercurses that will defend you against the Dark Arts
"Now," said Gulenchyn, "wands away, please."
There was an audible groan. Katz immediately knew that this teacher would not be fun. She raised her hand.
Everyone turned to look at her. "Yes, Potter?"
"Professor, did you know that there's a curse on this position?"
"I've heard rumors of it, yes."
"The rumors are true."
"Are they?" Gulenchyn asked, bemused.
"Yes. It must be because of Harry. Ever since he's been here, teachers have had something bad happen to them." Katz cast Harry an apologetic look.
"Ahh… what exactly happened to them?" Gulenchyn looked rather nervous.
"Well, the first one was possessed by Lord Voldemort - oh, don't be pathetic - and had him sticking out of the back of his head…."
"The second one had his memory erased by a faulty wand," added Ron.
"The third left because he was a danger to the students," Hermione offered.
"Poor Lupin," said Jen.
"The fourth was locked in his trunk for nearly ten months under the Imperious Curse." Harry bit his lip after saying this.
"And the fifth was hated by the whole school, students and teachers alike, and got herself carried off by centaurs." Katz laughed evilly then. "She deserved it, the biotch."
"Who knows what'll happen to you?" said Jen.
"You could be carted off to St. Mungo's due to pranks played on you; Weasley's Wizards Wheezes is having a great year…."
"Or you could be sacked due to serious complications from the stress of being mean to the student body."
"Or you could - " Jen was cut off by Gulenchyn running out of the room.
"Well, I think that's the last we'll see of her," Katz said cheerfully. "Now, what say we go set off Dungbombs in the Slytherin Common Room?"
There was silence. "Okay, maybe not. Instead, Harry, why don't you teach us some more spells?"
There was a loud sound of agreement.
They spent the rest of the lesson practicing spells.
In Charms (with Jess) and Potions (with Appy), nothing eventful happened.
The rest of the day was spent in blissful ignorance of anything unusual happening at or outside Hogwarts. However, something was going on….
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(1) Please see Ch. 9 of Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing…Rat? by Maya. The original is:
'Mr. Malfoy! What kind of get-up do you call that?'
Malfoy gazed up at her with limpid silver eyes. 'My uniform,' he said humbly.
'Excuse me?'
'It says in the rules that the uniform can be altered to suit the student's preference,' Draco explained innocently. 'I checked.'
(2) Alimari, one of my betas, said that this was out-of-character for Draco. So? I like Cassie Claire's depiction of him!
(3) Snape's heart pajamas. See Draco Sinister by Cassandra Claire.
(4) 'Fraternizing with the enemy'- taken from GoF. Credits to J.K.
(5) Ewer: ew, gross (One will notice in the course of this text that Katz makes several odd comments with made-up words in them. I will try to give definitions for all of these words.)
(6) Credits to Cassie Claire's DV for this one. This was actually said by Lucius Malfoy. In her fic.
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Draco Malfoy, The Amazing Bouncing... Rat? belongs to Maya, along with Draco's jeans and guitar Draco Veritas belongs to Cassandra Claire, along with Draco's ducky socks and other items. The rock hard toast belongs to Kitsune, the lovely person I beta for. The Fellowship of the Ring belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, great man that he is....Author notes: Acknowledgements:
Thanks to Lily for nitpicking, Jen, for her throwing something idea, J.K. for Remus/Tonks, my lovely evil mind, and Jen for 'Gulenchyn.' BTW, Gulenchyn is pronounced 'Gull-ench-in.' Yes, and there are footnotes which whill be indicated by this: (number) and will be put at the bottom of the post.I appreciate all you lovely, lovely reviewers everywhere. You make me feel loved!
Portkey.org: sexytexy, all will be revealed… later. I have asked the person whom Jess' character is based on and she said, and I quote, straight from the mouth of IMs, "Cause... Draco Trilogy got me obsessed with D/HR and ever since she switched it to be Draco/Ginny slanted I hated Ginny." So there you are.