Story story story story story....*continues muttering hungrily*
Wait, what'd she wanna ask 'bout Thomas? ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN IGNORANCE!
Oh! Gosh, this story's making me say oh like fifty billion times and just reduced me from "god" to "gosh". Jesus Christ there's something wrong with me! So much heartbreak....so much terror and sadness...*sighs helplessly*
Oh shit. OHhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck. So much for friendship. They're fucked.
Ohh! =Poor Draco *huggles him closely*
So much heartbreak. *sigh*
Oh, just so you know, I love this story and I haven't got a problem with her falling for her rapist. He was drunk and it's a story. I only worry that he'll only love her because she reminds him of one he used to love, not because he actually loves Hermione. But I'm sure you've got it all figured out :D
Malfoy? Is it Malfoy? Malfoy desperately in love with her? Well? huuuh?
She loves him. He's broken. She's broken. She loves him. He loves her. She loves him, somewhere. She hates him. She loves her. She loves her. She loves him. She loves him. She loves him. They love them.
So maybe there IS a significance of the tree? Perhaps her grave? Underneath said tree? And by touching the trunk she appears, in casket or ghost or something? Ay CARAY, why am I still standing here? Well, sitting here?
Ohh. Poor......*sighs and looks around helplessly* Everyone.
Oh god. I hate....I...I...
I'm sobbing? I'm sobbing.
I hate Iris. Because she makes me hate Malfoy. God fucking damn it.
*gasp and gapes soundlessly*
This is so random. Nothing's wrong with the third floor, nothing out of the ordinary. There isn't a single thing that happens to make that tree differ from any other tree in that damned garden. He has secrets, she has secrets, I have secrets, we have secrets. They have secrets, so what? Slaves do not defy; Draco allows.
Wooow...That was the most coherent and able-to-understand-what-I'm-saying-and-what-part-of-the-story-it-relates-to comment I've made in a long awhile. Perhaps even my life upon having the ability to respond to fanfictions on Mugglenet. Perhaps fanfictions, period.
Oh god, but I LIKED Kathryn. Rawr. *reads hastily on*
*shivers* Which obviously is an emotion proving your supiriority to me, who lacks any ability to have my reader quiver in fear upon sensing my character's distress.
Oh shit I think I was right in the first chapter. Even more prominent in my mind now that she's received her--uhm--I guess they can be called "clothes" but there's so little of it I doubt it can be classified as such. Great story, though!
Oh shit. Does that mean he'll fuck her? Is that why he wanted somebody her age? So that he wouldn't be charged with pedophilism? Oh fuck. Oh, oh shitty McShit Shit...
Wow. that was... amazing.
I can't even say how that has changed me as a person and a reader. thank you.
well... shit. kill voldemort, that would be happy.