And trees are just that, trees!

Tree Daemons are the second most populous Daemons.

The first creatures of bark.

And the best relatives of trees there are!

MY NAME IS JOE!

AND I AM A TREE DAEMON!

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Ok, here is the second part after that rather retarded first part.  For some reason I kept all the scenes that I did not use.  And I figure hey, why not show you how stupid they really were.  It will be just like the deleted scenes from movies that you ooh and ahh about because they weren't in there or the ones that you cheer that they weren't because they suck poop.  Oh, how I love deleted scenes.  So in tribute to them here are my own deleted scenes...

Scene 1:

When I was half way through the story I began to toy with the idea of having Ginny fall out of a tree again and realize her feelings for Draco.  Then Harry would come up and take her to the Hospital Wing and Draco would come and be all Dracoy.  But I scrapped it because it ran into a wall and it just sounded generally stupid.  And how many bloody times does that girl have to be around Madame Pomfrey anyways?  So it was cut, but I'll let you make fun of it...

            It really is rather amazing that I didn't hit anything on the way down.  Nope.  I only hit the lovely ground.  Butt first.

            "Ow," I groaned, flopping back and staring up at the tree I had quickly vacated. 

            "Ginny!" someone called and I heard feet running towards me.  I tired to look up but found I couldn't.  "Ginny!  Are you alright??"  The voice called again.

            "Just peachy," I muttered , giving a slight thumbs up.  "What kind of revelation was that?" I muttered at the tree before the person stopped running and dropped down beside me.

            It was Harry.

            "Ginny, are you alright?" he asked in concern. 

            "No," I said, looking up at him.  "My ass hurts."

            "What were you doing in that tree?" he demanded, reaching out and helping me to sit up.  Everything hurt.

            I was about to tell him about the revelations and trees, and the golden eyes but thought better of it.  Only Malfoy would understand.  "I just felt like being a monkey," I replied with a bit of a grin.

            "Well Miss Monkey," he said mockingly.  "Let's get you to the hospital wing."

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Scene 2:

I would have rather liked to keep parts of this conversation in the actual story but not the rest because the end is utter crap.  If I were to have used the beginning of it though I would have had to make it rain after they escaped from Joe and I thought that would be a little over kill.  Not to mention uber corny.  So sadly I had to cut Ginny's discussion about her underwear, but it's not dead for ever now...

            It was raining outside.  It was the rain I had been hoping for, but now it was at the most inconvenient time.  For one I was wearing white.  For another that stupid tree thing had not left me my bra.  And it was one of my favorites: light blue with monkeys on it.  My mother had always told me that a woman's underwear tells a lot about them.  If it is in a terrible state it reflects the care and other such things the woman herself takes.  Yet she never said anything about what a woman is like if she wears monkeys on her knickers. 

            But anyway, as I was saying before I began to ramble about undergarments, it was raining.  I was in white.  I did the only thing anyone in my position would have done: I crossed my arms.  This seemed to attract the attention of both of the boys in front of me, however, something I had not wanted to do.  And who would? 

            It's really rather amazing that neither of them hadn't noticed before.  I sure did, but then the bloody things are attached to me, aren't they?

            Colin quickly averted his eyes to the ground, seeming to find the drenched ground the most fascinating thing on the planet.  But Draco didn't.  He began to stare at me.  It wasn't just my chest though, it seemed to be all of me.  As if he had never seen me before, which is ridiculous since I see him like every day.  Yet don't get me wrong, it wasn't one of those perverted stares.  You know the kind when the guy is undressing you with his eyes.  It was, well, it was just a stare. 

            After a moment, it was a rather brief one really, he took off his cloak and wrapped it around me.  Just like that.  Yet his hands lingered on my shoulders a bit longer than they should of.  I was probably just imagining things, but it happened.  Then he smirked.  But he didn't say anything.

            "Thank you," I whispered.  I'm still not sure why I had to sound so quiet, so weak.  It's not like I was some maiden without a backbone.  I'm a Weasley.

~*~

Scene 3:

This was a play on the quote I had in the third chapter.  I wanted to bring in doubts about the revelations but I eventually scrapped it because I was too lazy to incorporate it. But just so you know what I had mused about at one time.  Not that it is very credible musings because I thought about it while sitting for my fifteenth hour of my Chemistry Diploma prep course (and I will have you know that I did pass that test).  So it was of course a little off...

Trees are not to be trusted...

            "Does that mean we can't trust our revelations?  That I really should still be falling for Harry?  That you should still be along side your father?" 

            "I refuse to believe that.  I refuse to believe that the past few years have been a lie.  That I have been living a lie.  What ever we were supposed to do, we are here now.  And we're together and that's all that really matters to me."

~*~

Scene 4:

I kind of wish I put this somewhere.  It's kind of funny.  But I thought of it too late in the game and couldn't put it anywhere where it would work properly.  ~sniff~  So perhaps you should keep an eye out for it might make an appearance in another fic of mine where it actually works...

            "What are you feeling?" Draco whispered.  "Honestly."

            "I feel hungry," I replied before I could even think about it.

~*~

Scene 5: 

This scene I am happy I did not put in the story at all.  It's just plain stupid and I don't even know why I am putting it here.  It's not entertaining in the slightest.  Well I suppose it can prove my stupidity and corniness to you. Not like you don't already know about that though...

            "I love you," I whispered, my voice slightly gruffer than usual.  Well, it seems my tongue is back with a vengeance then.  But I think I will thank it this time.  I don't think I could have gotten that out, let alone realize it, in time.

            She stared up at me for a moment, then, just as I was beginning to get this horrible feeling that I had said something wrong, she smiled.  "I love you too," she replied, then her smile faded slightly.  "But it's not for real."

            "What do you mean?" I demanded, suddenly feeling that perhaps this wasn't really her.  That it wasn't really Ginny.  That I had made a mistake.

            "Oh," she said, realization suddenly dawning on her face.  "No, Draco, I didn't mean it like that."  I frowned at her, feeling my body go ridged.  "I do love you, I really do.  It's just that, it's not going to go anywhere."  She smiled sadly then.  "We aren't going to go and get married or anything like that when this is all over.  We'll just ruin things."  A cynical look seemed to take her over.  "School relationships never make it.  Well, not many of them at least."

            Well, I suppose she does have some truth in those words, cold that they are.  But why would she bring that up now?  Why not bring it up during one of our pointless ramblings?  I suppose it would have been a little bizarre to talk about something like that.  To think that whatever we were feeling would eventually end.  But I don't want to think about it now either.

            "Don't think about the future, Weasley," I sighed, smirking slightly.  "We're probably going to die tonight anyways."

            "So your saying just live for the moment, snog you stupid and go and kill myself a few dozen Death Eaters and place one of each of their molars on a necklace and wear it for the rest of my life?"  She grinned then.  It was a weak grin.

            "Sounds like a good enough plan to me," I shrugged, my fingers getting caught in her once again red hair. 

            She let out a small laugh.  "I'm sorry about that," she said slowly, looking down.  "That's the old cynic in me talking."  Then she looked up at me, a smirk playing on her face as well.  "But I am beginning to like that snogging part more and more."

~*~

And now, just because it amuses me, and hopefully Lallie as well, our little theory on trees:

Trees...

Lallie: They're all about world domination.

Tiny Q: They're everywhere.

This was Lallie and I making our way to classes with one of her friends, or rather, they were going to classes and I was going home, and we were musing about stories (something we often do).  When we are not musing about stories we often try to confuse people with our seemingly directionless babble.  Our victim?  Her friend.  And he couldn't run away.  So he got to hear about trees that day.  Hey, it's better than my tales of Mr. Scarffy and how he smells different everyday.  Well he does!

~*~

Next up is a version of my 'Draco and Ginny's Rant'.  If you haven't ever read them there's no need to worry.  The jist of it is that Draco and Ginny have to act out every single one of the fics that they are in.  So this is their chance to talk about what they have been forced to do, whether they liked it or not...

Draco and Ginny's Rant: The Truth About Trees