If You Go Down To The Woods Today

Coraline Black: Wow, that’s a good compliment. I am so pleased to make you happy, and I hope this chapter keeps you just as happy.



Angelnomiko: Well, Hermione is a very forthright person and stubborn with it, you know. Anyway, as for what she’s going to do... here’s the update to answer that question.



Michiko: Sorry about the rough day. I know exactly what you mean, this chapter took three days to write because it’s been pretty rough, but it’s here now, and I hope you like it.



Luciana_Malfoy83: Yes it does mean that Snape will show up in this story. He has to appear in all my stories, as I love that guy to bits. I am so pleased that so far he’s made it through the series. Me neither as they are both so damn hot!!! I would recommend a story I wrote called A Tale of Two Wizards, where Hermione has to make a choice between the two of them... it’s one of my first fanfics that one... but, no, I can safely say that in this story Hermione doesn’t fall for Snape. Well, hmm, not sure... but at the moment, no... I am liable to change my mind. Yeah, Lucius and Pansy is actually quite a popular pairing... and I am intrigued by it, but would never write a story involving those two as they’re from the same House, and I don’t write same House pairings, except perhaps Harry/Ginny and occasionally Draco/Pansy but that’s about it. Yeah, I’ve always felt that there was something more between them that met the eye. Detention will be next chapter, I promise you! I hope that this keeps you hooked.



Dee Dee: She could be... keep reading. As for Blaise, I can say right now that he will not be a bastard in this story. Sorry! I like Blaise and I am trying to show that there are good Slytherins and Blaise is my favourite modern Slytherin to use that example of. I am not sure about Parkinson, but I do have someone in mind for her. You’ll be surprised whom I do have in mind for her. As for Snape well... wait and see.



BuffyXO: Oh yes she definitely is. She’s going to have A LOT on her mind. And thank you for re-reading the first chapter and the hints in this chapter, saying that makes me feel like a real author... hee hee. Yeah, old people can be sweet when they’re in love. I witnessed it myself with my grandmother and grandfather who were married for an amazing 56 years. They got married during the Second World War and never looked back. That’s why I am not grossed out by love stories between old people as it’s just as romantic for them to fall in love as it is for young people, in fact I’d say more so. Glad you enjoyed Riddle Me This. I actually had fun writing that one I can tell you.



DB1: Is this soon enough for you? Glad to keep you reading.



La Bibliographe: Lusher? Malgra? I like the second one best I must admit... It sounds slightly dark. Minnie wanted to but both Albus and I told her that he has to stay and she stormed off in a huff. She doesn’t like what I’ve got in store for Hermione I can tell you. She thinks that Hermione should be left alone... I do hope you like this chapter and as for updates (coughwantoneonweddingcough)! And keep an eye out on my Severus/Ginny one – I am most assuredly going to update that one soon!



Lady Lynn: Thank you for saying that. One of my problems is that I have an active imagination and fast typing skills. I hope you like what is to come.



Rules of the Game



Hermione decided to dress up in a pair of black hipsters and a fluffy pink jumper. She also decided to put her hair up in a ponytail, and then some light makeup. She then found her cleanest pair of trainers; she thought to make herself look as Muggle as she could. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror perfect. Ginny came into her room wearing a lovely set of pastel pink robes that Harry brought for her for her birthday. She looked lovely in pink.



“Oh, Hermione, why aren’t you wearing your lovely blue robes?” she said happily. “You look lovely in your summer blue robes.”



“I don’t want to,” she snapped.



“Fine, I was only asking,” Ginny moaned. Hermione sighed and raised her hand to her brow. It wasn’t fair to take it out on Ginny. It wasn’t her fault that she had put herself in this mess. “Hey, isn’t it great that we can wear what we want to anyway. I should feel weird calling half my teachers by their first name.”



“In the Muggle world we would have finished school and onto college by now and at college they do call their lecturers by their first names. So, really, muggles are more forward in that respect,” Hermione replied. “My parents sort of hoped I’d have gone to Muggle College.”



“So, did Harry tell you what he caught Malfoy doing?” Ginny asked. “What a creep, why is he still here? I’d have thought McGonnagall would have butt kicked him out by the scruff of his neck.”



“Hmm, well it was Parkinson,” Hermione fumed. “And she’d hardly kick up a fuss.”



“Her parents wouldn’t either,” Ginny moaned. She looked at Hermione and smirked a little, her friend did look quite sexy in that outfit she had to admit.



“Mores the pity,” Hermione sighed. She walked up to her schedule and groaned. “Great! Defence Against The Dark Arts is my first lesson.”



“Rather you than me,” Ginny said. Hermione rolled her eyes and picked up her bag. “Why was he with Parkinson when it was you he used as an example?”



“Pardon?” Hermione asked.



“I don’t know,” Ginny mused. “Something odd is going on here, and he mentioned you on the note. Why would he do that?”



Hermione sighed and looked at her friend. She had to tell someone soon otherwise her heart would be fit to burst. It was almost a week since she gave herself to Malfoy. It was eating her up from the inside that nobody knew.



“Ginny, something happened between Lucius and I on Sunday evening.”



“What?” Ginny asked.



Hermione sighed. “I was gathering ingredients in the Forbidden Forest for Slughorn, and he was there. He kissed me and said that the week after he’d do much more than that, and he did. We became lovers in a little grove in the moonlight beam. Ginny,” Hermione sighed noticing the look of absolute horror in her friend’s eyes. “Ginny, I am so sorry. I didn’t – I guess that I wasn’t thinking. I just felt a little flattered that some big shot Death Eater actually made me feel like a woman. Ginny, please, I am so sorry. If I could turn...”



“Shut up, Hermione, please. I’m thinking,” Ginny mused. “Is that why you’re now dating Blaise to cover it up?”



“No, he said he loved me and wanted a future with me. Well, that frightened me. I’m eighteen and my only sexual experience has been with Lucius Malfoy. I want to test the waters, so to speak. And Blaise isn’t bad looking and; well; I want to show Lucius that he can’t just take what he wants. If he wants me, he has to fight for me.”



Ginny’s eyes sparkled and she smiled. She giggled and ran up to the bed and jumped up on the mattress and bounced up and down on it in childish glee.



“What do you want me to do?” Ginny asked.



“You – you don’t hate me?” she stammered.



“Nope,” Ginny said. “I happen to know that he can seduce any woman he wants. He probably could even seduce me if he so willed.”



“I was so worried that you’d hate me, considering what he did to you.”



“Well, this is comeback isn’t it? If he loves you and you haven’t sat down and let him wipe his feet on you then it would be torture for him to see you so happy with another man. Besides, I like Blaise.”



“I thought you were happy with Harry?” Hermione asked.



“Yep,” Ginny giggled. “But I can still look, right? You know it was a pity that Snape did what he did as I was just beginning to like him.”



Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. “I feel that I have betrayed Harry in some way.”



“Don’t be silly,” Ginny said. “I am quite happy to see Lucius squirm. I am going to give you hints and tips okay. You are basically playing the same game I played for the last two years to finally get Harry.”



“Hmm, so you hadn’t got over him in your fourth year?”



“Nope,” Ginny said. “I tried to but it has always been Harry.”



“I thought that it was like that with me and Ron,” Hermione said.



“It was before that Brown bitch took over again,” Ginny said. “I don’t like her, and the fact that she got pregnant so soon after dating him, she knew the damn law all right and made bloody sure you couldn’t get him again.”



“Whoh, calm down, Ginny what’s got you in a spin? I thought you liked Lavender.”



“I am not so sure,” Ginny sighed. “I heard her say something to Parvarti; it sounded like she spiked a drink, she planned to get herself pregnant.”



Hermione looked at her friend and nodded. Whatever Lavender’s reason she didn’t care. She walked up to the door and opened it up. Ginny bounced off the bed and ran up to Hermione and hugged her around her neck.



“What was that for?” Hermione asked.



“For making life a little bit more bearable,” Ginny said. “I am so pleased that you have decided to put Lucius Malfoy in his place.”



Hermione shook her head. They both walked down to the Great Hall.



“So, you can call him Lucius now can you?” a voice sneered. Hermione turned around and was face to face with Pansy Parkinson. She was leering. Hermione shook her head and was about to walk off to her table.



“Well, that is his name, isn’t it?” Ginny asked. She was going to stand her ground. Hermione was about to sit down when Blaise Zabini walked past Pansy.



“Leave it, Pans,” Blaise said. “It was just an example. There’s no need to make fun of her because of it.”



Hermione looked up and cocked her head to one side. She had never seen ANY Slytherin like this before. It seemed Blaise was actually decent. She changed her mind and dumped her bag on her seat to mark it and walked up to the tall, dark boy. She swayed her hips suggestively and when she reached him she laid her hands palm flat on his chest and rubbed it. He was wearing a green silk shirt and black trousers. He actually looked quite delicious. One of his oddities though was that he had blue eyes, which was unusual for a man as dark skinned as he.



She wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled up at him.



“Blaise,” she said huskily. “Why don’t you come over and sit with me, hmm?”



Blaise looked down in her wide beautiful brown eyes. “Well, that’s an invitation I can’t refuse.”



She giggled and hugged him and nestled her face in his broad chest. He hugged her in return and laid his chin on the top of her head before placing a kiss on the exact same spot. He stroked her hair tenderly and sighed contentedly. Hermione felt all this and started to feel terrible, it seemed this boy really did care about her. She gulped down any negative feelings.



She walked away from him and took hold of his hand and led him to her seat. Minerva watched this with a smile on her face. She turned around and looked across at Lucius who was watching with narrowed eyes. She got up and walked up to Lucius laying an arm on his shoulder and she bent down and whispered in his ear. “A much more appropriate pairing, don’t you think?”



Lucius looked up and saw the glint in Minerva’s eyes. He could perhaps have a word with Dumbledore. He found him more accessible as a painting. “Excuse me,” he said.



He got up to go to his office. When he got there he started to pace the floor and looked at the portraits wishing Dumbledore would visit him. Just as he was about to leave his office he heard a voice.



“What is it, Lucius?”



“How do I get Hermione to believe me?” Lucius asked him forthrightly.



“Ah,” he said. “So, you’re here merely to seduce Miss Granger are you?” Albus voice held some steel.



“No, I am here to make sure she behaves herself. She loves me I know it. So why is she making this impossible by flirting around with Blaise?”



“Why were you flirting with Miss Parkinson?” Albus asked.



Lucius visibly shuddered. “Believe me, I would rather have twenty Crucio’s than have her in my bed.”



“So it was just a game?” Albus asked his voice growing steelier by the second.



“Well she started it by asking Blaise out,” Lucius said sulkily.



“Aren’t you a little too old to be saying ‘she started it,’ Lucius?” Albus asked reprovingly. “Do you really wish to redeem yourself?”



“Of course,” Lucius snapped.



“And your true target is Miss Granger in view of marrying her?”



“Yes,” he sighed. “I do love her, I know I do.”



“This is not to toy with her in any way or to bring her ultimately to Voldemort?”



Lucius winced but knew better than to correct Albus W P B Dumbledore. “Definitely not.”



“Well, if it really is true love, I might actually help you.”



“Thank you,” he sighed. “But first I want Blaise out of the school.”



“That’s not right, Lucius, and you know it, although... yes. I did give Mr Potter instructions. I want him to work with a Slytherin, and he seems to fit the bill, as he’s now dating Miss Granger, he would work with Harry thinking he’s pleasing her.”



Lucius lips curled in a smirk of appreciation. “Can I ask you a question?” Albus nodded. “Why weren’t you put in Slytherin?”



“Hmm, funny thing that, I stubbornly refused to be in Slytherin.”



Lucius blinked and held back some laughter. That does sound about right. “A part of me can’t help thinking that you made the wrong decision.”



“Well, it was my mistake to make, Lucius.”



Lucius was pretty stunned at how well he was getting on with the old goat. Perhaps he had been wrong about him after all.



“So, what are we going to do?” Lucius asked.



“Let me think about that, Lucius, I’ll just go and have a word with Minnie, all right. And, Lucius, no hanky panky until Blaise is out of the school – I’d rather there be no hanky panky full stop, but we can’t always have our own way. Be careful with Mr Zabini he’s not stupid. I believe he might already suspect something is going on. So try and keep it in your robes otherwise he might cause trouble.”



Lucius coloured. There was something embarrassing about the matter of fact attitude older people have about sex; it was disconcerting in a rather strange way.



“Please don’t talk about it,” he whined.



Albus giggled and looked at Lucius. “Want to know why I’m helping you?”



“No, why are you helping me?” Lucius asked.



“You’re son couldn’t kill me,” he replied. “He couldn’t bring his wand against me and kill me. You must have done something right for him.”



“If I find the secret I can be sure to tell you,” Lucius growled. He didn’t think he had made a good parent, but despite this he wanted more children. “That was probably Narcissa’s doing.”



“No, I think some of it was you, Lucius. I think deep down inside you didn’t want your son to follow in your footsteps.”



“Well, not one hundred percent, no,” Lucius admitted. “He was a bit too sensitive to be a Death Eater. He would not have made a good Death Eater; he would have been killed within the first five minutes. I wish that – somehow – I could talk to him now. I think at one time Draco even fancied Hermione.”



“I think he knows,” Albus sighed. “He loves you, you know.”



“He is still alive?” Lucius asked with a lump in his throat.



“Yes, Severus is looking after him,” Albus replied.



Lucius closed his eyes and sighed with relief. “Then if Potter and Blaise brings Snape back then I can see my son again.”



“Yes, now don’t you have a lesson to teach?”



Lucius smiled and nodded. He drew his cloak about him and walked out of the room. He saw the serried rows of desks and chairs and shook his head, this wouldn’t do. Defence Against The Dark Arts was not theory. It was practise, and these kids had to practise long and hard, he decided that there was to be NO theory in this lesson from now on. He was about to place a vanishing spell when he spotted something on a desk.



LM 4 MP 4EVA: etched into the desk. Lucius looked at the initials and stroked them. He smiled a little as he remembered a lovesick Lucius fancying a Molly Prewitt. He even scraped her name in this desk instead of listening to his teacher. He also remembered that she coolly rejected him when he finally gathered the courage to ask her out. He had gone to the trouble to look absolutely special for her and she ignored him and said no. He sighed. He wasn’t going to let another bushy haired bright tailed Gryffindor reject him. He was Lucius Malfoy, and he got what he wanted. Damn Albus, he wasn’t going to keep it in his robes for longer than necessary. He planned to make Hermione a regular instalment in his class and office. So what if that made him sound selfish and possessive, but he had been the man that had broken her and even if she didn’t know it she was seducing him even with just a wink of her eye.



He stepped to the front of the classroom and whirled around on his heel. He flicked his wrist casually and the desks and seats all vanished. He surveyed the empty classroom and wished it could stay like that. He smirked a little though as he remembered exactly who it was that he was teaching today. He opened the door.



The Slytherins and Gryffindors were almost having a fight outside the door, and he rolled his eyes. He smiled at the sight thinking back to what he used to get up to when he was at school. He shook his head and scowled.



“Listen to me, chaps, this is a school not a battlefield. If you want to fight do it on the playground and not in the halls. Get in the classroom where your energies shall be expended for a more practical use.”



They moaned. He looked at them filing in the classroom and waited for their looks of blank incomprehension as they realised in quite a short time that there were no seats to sit on. He was almost satisfied until he noticed Hermione holding Blaise’s hand and looking into his eyes as if he was Zeus to her Hera. He scowled very deeply and darkly.



“Neither is it the fairground. Hermione; Blaise; let go off your hands, neither of you are going to be leaving this room for a while.”



Hermione coloured. Blaise sighed and squeezed her hand tightly before letting it go.



“What’s his problem?” Nott asked Blaise. “Even I don’t see what’s wrong with you holding her hand.”



“He’s just being grouchy,” Blaise hissed.



“Maybe he’s jealous,” Nott answered leering a little at her profile. “Perhaps he feels that he’s getting on and realises it and doesn’t want to.”



“Gentlemen anything interesting?” Lucius asked.



“No, sir.” Nott answered gulping.



“Theodore, you know what my name is. What is my name, Hermione?”



Hermione blushed. “Lucius,” she whispered.



“I didn’t quite hear that, Hermione, what is my name?”



Hermione looked up into his eyes and said quite clearly. “Lucius.”



He smirked. Her eyes lit up when she said his name, it was just the sort of reaction he wanted to see. That reaction meant that she did like him. Even if she was too stubborn to admit it!



“Yes,” Lucius said. “I am now going to say right here and now that this lesson will be conducted without books and without essays. From now on Defence Against The Dark Arts is going to be Practical. What does Practical mean, Neville?”



Neville looked up his blue eyes widened and he looked like he was about to pee in his trousers. “It means that we are all going to be practising spells and hexes without writing down what we’ve learnt.”



“Precisely, in the heart of the battle you will not have time to pull out a quill and parchment and write down what mistake you made. This classroom is going to be like that battlefield. The war is approaching, and take it from someone who has already been there; it isn’t going to be pretty.”



The class laughed nervously. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with each other. Hermione looked down on the floor. The way he was talking was as if he cared what happened to them all in this battle. It was actually quite a – she blushed as she felt her knickers get slightly damp.



“Lucius?” Pansy asked her voice dripping with lust as she spoke his name.



Lucius groaned. He hoped that Mr and Mrs Parkinson would see fit to take their daughter out of Hogwarts as she could really rub him up the wrong way.



“What Pansy?” he asked. He tried to have his voice dripping with charm as he said it. Just for Potter’s benefit.



“If it’s going to be that much of a bloodbath then should us Ladies be here?” she said batting her eyelashes.



Hermione rolled her eyes and groaned. “For your information, Pansy, just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean you can’t fight. My grandmother lived through a terrible war in the Muggle World about fifty years ago; she didn’t sit idly by thinking about how this seasons dress was going to look on her, she did something about it. In fact she became a spy and almost got killed once or twice. So, just because it’s a bloodbath doesn’t mean you can avoid your responsibilities.”



“No one asked your opinion Granger,” Pansy snarled.



“No one has to ask, I give my opinion freely, Parkinson!”



“Settle down,” Lucius said smoothly shutting up the two women immediately. He had to stop them bickering soon otherwise it would have been teeth and nails; and although the sight of Hermione fighting with Pansy like that turned him on he didn’t think it would be a good idea in the classroom... yet!



Pansy and Hermione turned their heads around slowly and reluctantly. The boys in the classroom felt a little jumpy all of a sudden. They knew what the looks meant in the young women’s eyes; and they would have loved to have seen a bitch fight between the two of them. Hermione’s hair had grown a little frizzier in the past few seconds.



“Like I said you’re pent up energies will soon be spent. Now, I am going to partner you up. Potter, you’re with Blaise. Lavender you’re with Pansy. Parvarti you’re with Millicent. Neville go to Gregory. Ronald you’re with Vincent. Theodore you’re with Dean. Seamus you’re with Avery.”



Hermione looked around and noticed she had been left out and there was no one left. She gulped. That could only mean one thing. Wonderful.



“So, does that mean that I’m with you, Lucius?” she asked sweetly.



“Yes, it does appear so. Why is there a problem?”



“No,” Hermione said.



“Now, as you may have noticed I have paired you up with partners that might have strengths to your weaknesses, and weaknesses to your strengths. Remember, there is to be NO fisticuffs. Remember that in little over a year’s time you are all to be making your own way in the Wizard World as competent Wizards and Witches in your own right. This is a school for Magic.



Hermione, could you please step forward and stand opposite me.” She did so; she stuck her chin up in the air proudly. “Now I am going to attempt to outwit...!”



She flicked her wrist and shut him up with a flick of her wrist with a Non-Verbal. He turned around widening his eyes at his opponent/lover. He smirked a little at her and flicked his wrist against his mouth.



“Well, she managed to outwit me!” She rolled her eyes and looked at him, Harry and Ron sniggered behind their hands, Pansy narrowed her eyes and glared at the girl she could foresee to be a rival. Hermione placed her hands on her hips and sighed.



She looked coolly at Lucius and after letting him outwit her he turned to the class and told them to use their imagination; use what they knew and encouraged them not to use their wands. No one gave up their wands easily; Harry and Blaise were possibly the only pair that did.



The class turned to almost utter chaos. Lucius noticed that it was like a well-contained war. He watched them all take each other apart. He kept a good eye on Lavender and Pansy. It seemed that the blonde girl was taking out the dark haired girl wonderfully. He had thought Miss Brown was a giggler; then he remembered that most of these people were part of that Dumbledore’s Army and had some fine tuned training from Potter. He actually began to feel a small amount of respect for the kid; he wasn’t stupid, despite what Snape had told him.



Eventually the bell rang and the kids all stopped fighting and picked up their bags. Lucius healed up the cuts and bruises and performed the counter-charms to some of the nastier inflicted spells. Some of these children hadn’t learnt the first lesson in a duel obviously – and that was to duck! He sighed.



“Hermione, could you stay behind please. There is something I need to discuss with you urgently.”



Everyone filed out of the room and strangely enough everyone felt exhilarated by today’s lesson. Blaise and Harry were waiting outside for her, Ron would have done to but Lavender coughed and shoved her bag onto him. He offered a weak smile to Harry and shook his head.



“Poor Ron,” Harry sighed.



“Why is he with that anyway?” Blaise asked sneering at the blonde girl.



“Because he has to be,” Harry said.



“That’s a stupid law that,” Blaise said. “It’s because of that law that I had to have six stepfathers.”



“Is it true your mother poisoned all of her husbands?” Harry asked.



“Yes,” Blaise snapped. It was something he didn’t want to talk about. He hated his mother.



“Where are all your half siblings then?” Harry asked.



“Aborted,” Blaise said dully. “I am not going to allow Hermione that option when she’s pregnant with my babies.”



Harry chewed the lower of his lip. “You actually want to marry her don’t you?”



Blaise sighed. “Who wouldn’t want to marry her, she’s absolutely wonderful!”



Harry grinned. Here was a sensible Slytherin. Perhaps he could have been in Slytherin if he had met this boy first. He was actually quite normal. Almost like me, really, Harry thought.



~*~*~



Hermione was on her own with Lucius again. She sighed and tried not to look in his eyes. He walked up to her and tilted her chin up and clashed his lips on hers before she had a chance to protest.



She tried to push him away but he was too strong for her. His hands circled around her back as he pressed her body close to his. He tangled his fingers in her hair and smiled against her lips. If her eyes were open she would have seen his blue eyes sparkling seductively.



He broke the kiss after a few minutes and stroked her face and placed a coil of hair behind her ear and stared into her eyes.



“I’ve been longing to do that all this lesson,” Lucius purred.



“I am going out with Blaise Zabini, Lucius, I don’t care about you!” she said fiercely.



“Oh yes you do,” Lucius said. “You care about me so much you’re prepared to go to considerable lengths to make me jealous. It’s working; unfortunately. You and I are going to settle this once and for all.



I tried playing the game your way, but there isn’t any other woman in this school worthier than you to make you jealous. So, we’re going to be playing this game my way; and my way is simple. You stop dating that dolt you seem to have gotten attached to, and start paying more attention to me. I will not be played or toyed with, Hermione. You know you have strong feelings for me, and I most certainly love you.”



“Finished?” she said starchly; arching an eyebrow up at what he was saying.



“No, not until you say that you are going to ditch Blaise.”



“Well, I’m not. Because you are wrong in what you say about my feelings for you; what we did that night was something I shouldn’t have done, it was a one night stand that you and I are never going to repeat again. I can’t stand the sight of you!”



“Really,” Lucius sneered walking towards her. She walked backwards and eventually she bumped into the wall. “Then why haven’t you taken your eyes from me? Why do I see you trembling?”



“I’m not trembling,” Hermione said her mouth slightly parted, her throat had gone dry.



“Yes you are, you’re trembling. And drooling!”



“I am not drooling!”



“You happen to like me, don’t you?”



“I happen to like nice men,” she replied.



“Hmm, I’m a nice man,” he said brushing her hair away from her forehead before leaning down to kiss her once more.



“No you’re not, you’re a scoundrel,” she replied after the kiss.



He smirked. “Perhaps you’re the stereotypical goody- goody who likes her men to be have that nature about them, Hermione?”



“Perhaps, you’d like your jewels smacked?” Hermione asked acidly pushing him away before storming out of the classroom.



She rushed straight in to Blaise’s arms and he led her away. Whatever Malfoy said or done to her in there after everyone left he’d make sure everyone knew about it once he did.



A/N – So, everyone can call everyone by their first names. Ginny is still friends with Hermione,(side note: In my stories Ginny and Hermione will always be friends because I like Ginny just as much as Hermione!), Lucius has laid the cards on the table and told Hermione precisely how it is, and Blaise and Harry seem to actually like each other – Pansy on the other hand... and what will Won Won do when he finds out that he’s been manipulated? Find out in the next exciting instalment of If You Go Down To The Woods Today...



Oh, and the little bit about ‘drooling’ and ‘liking scoundrels’ was shamelessly ripped from Empire Strikes Back, the conversation between Han and Leia... kind of fit for these two I think!