All potions ingredients came from the fabulous and ever-helpful Harry Potter Lexicon
Just a quick side note: Pablo Neruda is, I think, the only writer that I actually enjoyed reading in the two years that I took Spanish Lit. (Actually no that's a lie- Garcia Lorca was pretty sweet too. But that is beside the point.) So if you've never read anything by Pablo Neruda, go. Now. Read. Well actually, first read this chappie, leave a lovely little happy review telling me how much you adore
me, and then go read.
...Yeah, something like that.
This segment was added practically at the last minute right before I sent in my fic to the dgficexchange, but I think it definitely ended up being one of my favorite parts out of this whole thing.
I poked a little fun at J.K. Rowling's epilogue here. I just don't understand how
she could've placed Draco with Astoria Greengrass when his soulmate is obviously standing over there - no, there
- you know, that one with the red hair and brown eyes and name that starts with a "G" and ends with an "inny." I mean, seriously Jo. Get with the program.
A huge (huge huge HUGE
) part of this chapter was written by my beta (graceliness on this site, eternalhope08 on fanfiction.net) so many props and hugs and gooey, chocolate, cholesterol-infested things go to her.
This is probably my favorite chapter out of this entire story. It’s hard to explain- most likely it's the result of far too many Disney movies as a child combined with the genetically ingrained hopeless romantic in me. And thunderstorms. I love
Sorry for the long interlude in updates- real life gets hectic for me in the summertime.
This chapter took a while to edit- in fact, I practically ended up rewriting the whole thing. Not completely satisfied with what came out, but I wanted to get this thing posted. So any comments or criticism is, as always, welcome!
Just a side note: all my information on the Draco constellation came from dear old Wikipedia.
Wow, it has certainly been a while since I’ve updated this fic. Sorry about that – real life has been overwhelming these past couple months, with the workload from my classes and some family stuff and a couple really obnoxious personal situations and being mauled by a Bengal tiger while traveling on a safari across the world. (Um, yeah – kidding on that last one.) Any time I did have to dedicate to the wonder that is fanfiction I ended up spending on my fic piece for the Fall 2008 DGFicExchange. (If anyone’s interested, I did start posting the fic on both this website and my page over on FanFiction.net. It’s a lot different from this fic – a bit darker, a bit angstier – but it won “Best Prose” for the round, so I suppose it’s not completely worthless. And yes, that was some shameless pimping. I have no morals.)
Anyways, point is – I’m back! Hopefully, at least. This fic is
completely written, so it shouldn’t be this hard to post up the remaining chapters – I guess I’m just having trouble finding the time to edit lately. I promise to update a lot more often if you promise to – oh, I don’t know – review, perhaps? ;)
Well, in any case, enjoy!
This is completely irrelevant to this chapter; however, I have recently somehow become hopelessly and irrevocably obsessed with Snow Patrol. I'd heard a couple of their songs before, but I never realized how utterly fantastic
they are. No, really – if you ever find some free time, go listen to some of their songs. I suggest Set the Fire to the Third Bar, The Planets Bend Between Us, Crack the Shutters, Riot Please and Disaster Button. But really, that is just the beginning
Ahem, anyway... on to the story!
I cannot even begin
to express how sorry I am that I have not been updating. And it is ridiculous that I haven’t been because as I’ve said before, this fic is done. Written. FINISHED. And it has been ever since I wrote it for the 2008 Spring DGFicExchange, so really I’m just a huge slacker who owes anyone who might still be following this story an apology. There’s five chapters left, including this one. My goal is to have this entire fic up and posted before my classes start on September 2nd. That’s pretty reasonable, don’t you think?
This chapter’s a bit on the short side, but don’t fret – it’s just the swirling calm before the storm.
The last few paragraphs between Draco and Ginny in this chapter – the part with the window – aren’t completely of my own design. The scenario actually comes from this promotional music video for an old Taiwanese drama titled “It Started with a Kiss”. (Here’s the link on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lbsBte4uCo.) I don’t know if it makes a lot of sense, partially because you need to know what’s going on in the show and partially because it’s in Chinese – but basically the girl is cute but socially inept and very clueless, and she’s totally in love with the guy but he thinks that she is the most annoying thing on the planet and enjoys messing with her because he knows she likes him, but inexplicably, illogically, he finds himself starting to feel attracted to her…It’s a pretty typical angst-filled, teenage drama, except in Chinese. The music video is completely endearing though, and the idea I stole comes right at the end, in the last thirty seconds or so.
Oh, and in case any of you lovely duckies care – and I’m hoping you do, because otherwise I’m just a vain little duckling flashing her own feathers – there’s a small fragment in here that won the Snarkiest Conversation award at the Spring 2008 DG Fic Exchange.
It was the perfect weather for writing today: all dappled sunlight and warm breezes in the afternoon, then a cool, misting rain shower at sunset, probably one of the last summer rainstorms for a while. It put me in the perfect mood for working on this chapter – oh, and believe me, this chapter needed a major amount of editing. I hope you enjoy it!
I tremble. I weep. I throw myself across the ground at your collective feet and grovel – nay, beg
– for your forgiveness. This chapter is so, so, SO overdue. And I owe you all a huge apology. (I will owe you all a bigger apology at the end of this chapter, but I’ll get to that in the chapter end notes.)
I could go on and on about why this is so late and how trying of a year this has been – and believe me, it’s been a monster
of a year – but I have a feeling that you all would rather have me shut up and just get on with the story! And so I shall.
Quick warning: there is one teensy, eensy, four-letter word in here that is not fir for children’s ears. I tried doing without it, but it just seemed so much more British and Ginny
with it there. And so you will just have to put up with my foul language.
Right. So I've been working on this, I promise, really I have. But the words just weren't coming, and when I'm blocked like that, I can't force it, I kind of just have to let it sit and mull and – well, and then before I've noticed it's become six months since my last update.
But then today was hectically busy and I was scampering all over the city running errands…and then it started to snow. I don't know if I can begin to describe how much I love snow; everything I'd say would be a cliché but snow is just so wonderful
. And it makes me think. And today, walking home in the snow, following the dozen of footprints littered over the sidewalk, watching the way the flakes managed to catch what light there was even when the moon was hidden behind a fleet of clouds – well, I thought of Notes on Falling Out of Love
So here it is: the next chapter, long overdue. You have my sincerest of apologies. Enjoy!