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[I don't own anything, apart from some OC's and the plot. Everything else is JK Rowlings. Enjoy!]






 
The sun was shining as I made my way towards Hogwarts, making the small amount of snow that was still left melt. I guessed that it would all be gone within a week, something I was very happy about. I was getting pretty bored with all the snow. It was all too... white and boring. I longed for summer, for the soft green grass to cover the grounds and all the butterflies and flowers. The sound of birds in the morning – Merlin, I missed that. 

I was walking towards the entrance of the castle, and it struck me how much I had missed Hogwarts. It was like coming home again after a long time away. I realized just how much I would miss this place after graduating. It was something I didn't even want to think about; graduation. After all that I'd been through at Hogwarts, and then to just leave it all behind? My head would explode if I thought about it too much, I was sure. 

I walked through the entrance and was met by the familiar scent of home. In many senses, this was my home. It had been so for such a huge amount if time in my life. It had been my home more than my real home had been, really. I couldn't even picture a life without Hogwarts – without magic.

I smiled and thought about the people, the Muggles, who shrugged magic off as nonsense; they had no idea what they were missing out on. 

Making my way down the halls to our very own little common room, I silently thanked McGonagall once more for allowing us to stay there. I knew it was rare, and I had a feeling it was also against the rules and that made me feel even more grateful. As I was walking, some people greeted me while others simply ignored me. I couldn't believe that some people still thought of me as a traitor for being with Draco, it made no sense to me at all. Hadn't they noticed the change in him that I had? 

Among the people who greeted me was Neville. He decided to walk with me, though he seemed unsure of what to say. I wondered if he was aware that I had been at a funeral just a few hours ago. I glanced sideways and saw the look on his face. He was well aware. I sighed a little bit, I didn't want him to look at me like that, like I was some scared little wounded puppy. I didn't want pity. I just wanted things to go back to normal, that's about all I wanted. 

“It's nice to have you back, Hermione,” he said, “We've all been missing you. The Team I mean...” His voice was really gentle and caring, and I sighed again. So, perhaps it wasn't so bad to have people feeling bad for you, at least they're nice to you. However, I knew he was eager to tell me something else, about the team, I assumed by the way that he had empathized the word.


“I've missed you guys, too,” I said and tried to sound very casual about it, by not putting too much emotion in to it. “Anything exciting happened during practice?” 


Neville beamed and nearly broke his tongue in his excitement to tell me that he'd improved during the holidays and that Blaise had, much to my surprise, told Neville that he was impressed. Neville was so proud of himself, and so was I for that matter. It made me happy to see this new found confidence and happiness that Neville had. After a while of rambling on about how much he loved to be a Beater, and how he couldn't understand why he hadn't gotten involved with Quidditch before, he told me that he had to leave.
 
Bewildered I followed him with my eyes and saw how he rushed up to Hannah, who had just walked out of the Great Hall. I assumed she had been eating dinner, as it was that time. Obviously Neville had begun to pay more attention to her, and she seemed to love it. She smiled widely as he greeted her and then they made their way down the hall, laughing and talking more than I had ever seem them talk before. I briefly wondered how much I had missed out while I had been gone.

I looked away from them with a smile on my lips, however, that smile didn't last for long as I found that Laura's sidekick was walking towards me. It was the younger one, the Hufflepuff. I was forced to stop as she blocked my way. She gave a small nod. 

“Granger,” she greeted, not sounding very hostile at all. Her huge green eyes were soft, yet they had some sort of desperation in them. 

“Yes?” I replied, doing my best to sound as bored as I possibly could. I tried to hide whatever curiosity I felt about what she might want. I was hesitant, as I wasn't sure about what she was up to, at all. “Doing Laura's dirty work?” 

The blonde opened her mouth as if to say something but quickly closed it again. I rolled my eyes and brushed past her as I began to make my way towards the common room again. She spun around and followed me, though. 

“Laura would kill me if she knew that I was speaking to you,” she said quietly. 

“Now, we wouldn't want that would we? Just run along.” 

“Would you listen?” she tried. I didn't reply, I just kept looking ahead of me. I showed no sign of even hearing her. Why would I give her the benefit of a doubt? She'd been Laura's sidekick for Merlin knows how long and - “I'm afraid of what Laura might do.” 

 That caught my attention. My head snapped to the side and I stared at her, urging her to continue. By this point, we'd both stopped and she was looking around nervously as if she was afraid that Laura would appear out of nowhere and Avada her at the spot. 

“It's that potion, you know. The one that Matt used on Malfoy...” The fact that she called Raven 'Matt' and Draco 'Malfoy' didn't go unnoticed by me and I wanted to roll my eyes. She'd obviously known the guy. I nodded, though, and she continued. “Well, Laura has it. She said that she's gonna use it. Soon. She's got it all planned out, and I-” 

“On Amber?” I asked, since I knew that Laura had threatened Amber to do just that. The girl shook her head, though. 

“No. On Zabini.” 


Over my dead, decomposed body. There was no way that I was going to let that happen, that much I knew. I also knew that I needed to know more about this whole thing. Before I understood what I was doing, I had asked her if she could come by our common room later the same evening. Just to talk this whole thing over. 

She hesitated, “I... don't know. I'll try.” 

With that, I was fairly sure that she'd show up. I understood that she was frightened, I would be if I was in her shoes, too. Going against what Laura had said seemed like quite the risk. That was one of the reasons why I felt that it might be foolish to trust her. I gave a small nod and she turned to walk away. 

“Hey!” I called out and she turned to look at me again. “I don't know your name...” 

“It's Eloise,” she said simply before she walked away. I stood there and stared at the spot where she'd been standing just moments ago. There was something about her, something familiar. Something that made it feel as if I could trust her, but I just couldn't put my finger on what it was. I snapped out of it and continued walking. 



It wasn't long until I found myself outside out common room, and as I opened the door, it was as if everyone in there froze in the middle of what they were doing. I swear that I heard Blaise singing, though. My eyes found Draco's and I looked at him for what seemed like forever before I broke eye contact and greeted Blaise and Amber. Blaise took Ambers hand and dragged her out of there, only giving me a quick 'hello', and told me that they'd give us some time alone. I thanked them and then I looked at Draco, and I assume that I looked kind of confused – and fairly amused. 

“Was Blaise singing Christmas carols?” I raised an eyebrow as Draco chuckled. Apparently I hadn't been mistaken. I couldn't keep from laughing, though I stopped rather quickly as Draco came towards me and literally threw his arms around me and pulled me in to a bone-breaking hug. I sunk in to his embrace and he mumbled in to my hair that he had missed me and he wondered how I was. 

I told him that I felt much better now, and it was the truth. Just being with him made everything a little bit better, but if I had put it like that, then I would've sounded too cheesy. He eased back to look at me and I met his grey eyes as they took me in. It was as if he'd never seen me before. 

“I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you,” he said sadly and placed a hand on my cheek. I pressed my face against it and nodded. 

“Me too. It would've been, I don't know, easier, I guess...” 

“Was it horrible?” Draco tilted his head to the side and stroke my cheek with his thumb. 

I sighed, “I wouldn't say horrible but you know, it was a funeral.” 

Draco looked in deep thought as he nodded. Then he asked me how my family was, and how they were coping with it all. 

“I think that Mum and Dad have accepted it. But I don't know about Kristy, she was pretty upset when I saw her. I can't explain it, I've never seen her like that. So -”

“Human,” Draco finished. I'm sure that smiling was the wrong thing to do in that moment, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but to smile at the fact that he was finishing my sentences. 

“Exactly. She was very human today. Wow, today... Can you believe it? It feels like ages ago since I was home.” 

“Feels like ages ago since I got to do this, too,” said Draco and then he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. It was a soft kiss, yet it was filled with a sense of longing. I placed my hand on the back of his head and my eyes fluttered closed as Draco deepened the kiss.

I grasped his hair firmly and pulled him even closer to me as I allowed myself to get lost in the moment. I could feel his smile against my lips and felt my own lips curve up in a smile, as well. He just had that effect on me, he could make me smile just like that. 

As Draco began to back me up, I was glad that Blaise and Amber had left the room. I hit the wall before I knew it, and Draco pressed up against me. His lips never left mine. He lifted me up and I put my legs around his waist and realized how much I had missed this. Being so close to him. Draco broke the kiss and begun to plant small kissed along my jaw and I opened my eyes a bit and took a deep breath. This must be heaven. Suddenly, we were moving, he was carrying me towards our bedroom and I couldn't help but to giggle a bit, as I realized how silly we must've looked. 

As we walked through the door to the bedroom, he softly put me down on the floor and then I stumbled backwards against the bed, as I reached to kiss him again. His fingers were fumbling with the buttons on his shirt and I decided that I was going to try to help him. I shouldn't have. I stumbled over my own feet and before I knew it, I'd fallen on the floor and dragged Draco with me by his shirt. He landed on top of me and he burst out laughing as he looked down on me. I must've looked rather shocked. 

“Are you okay? Did I crush you?” Draco asked and eased back a little bit so that I could breathe again. I began to laugh, too. 

“I'm fine,” I said and closed my eyes and laughed some more. “Well, clumsiness can be sexy, too...” 

Draco laughed some more, before he rolled off me and we laid there staring up at the ceiling. He intertwined his fingers with mine and my chest filled with a sudden warmth that made me want to just burst with happiness. I turned my head to look at him, and found that he was looking at me, grinning as if he was up to no good. He raised a suggestive eyebrow and I gaped at him. 

“On the floor?” 

“There's a first time for everything,” he grinned even wider before he rolled on top of me again and pressed his lips against mine. I just smiled against his lips and closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling. 


 







 

I laughed as I put some clothes back on, Draco had just told me about the letters that he had received from his father. Needless to say, Lucius was just about as frustrated as a man could get; the whole Pansy thing was really getting to him. That in itself wasn't funny, of course, but just the fact that Draco said that he'd almost been able to see how angry and frustrated Lucius had been just by looking at the letter. He'd even gone as far as writing 'I think I should just tell the media that you're incapable of having children!'

Though, Draco didn't think that we'd have to worry about Pansy for long, as it seemed as if Lucius had a plan after all. When I asked what it was, Draco asked me if I really wanted to know. And when he put it like that, I became unsure. Did I really want to know what Lucius was plotting? A part of me screamed yes, but a more hesitant side of me said that I would probably disapprove of it. So maybe it was just best if I stayed completely out of it and left all of that to the good old Death Eater. Just thinking that sent a shiver to my spine and I reminded myself to never think something like that again. 

“Well, I was going to write to Father about getting ourselves a television, but I think that there might be some time more appropriate,” Draco said and I laughed softly and shook my head. 

“In all seriousness, though, Draco. I've been thinking about this whole Pansy thing more than I probably should have. Do you have any idea of who might be the father?” 

“Some names do pop up in my mind, but really – my guess is as good as yours. Knowing her, it could be anyone, really,” Draco shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it out a bit. It was quite messy at the moment. I bit my lower lip to keep from smiling. “Why?” 

“No reason, I'm just curious. It's obviously not Raven, because he's in Azkaban. He's really the only one I know who's been with her.” 

“Well, she did have an eye for Blaise for a while,” Draco laughed. He seemed to be thinking back to some memory, and I felt a bit sad. Draco and I never shared the same memories of the past. Apart from the times when we'd been fighting and such, but we didn't have any good memories – other than the memories that we had made during the last couple of months, of course. 
Draco caught me looking at him and he calmed down a bit. “It was a long time ago. In the beginning of Fifth year, and I'd been ignoring Pansy for a week or two, and she thought that if she began to hit on my best friend then I'd go all jealous and pay more attention to her. Poor Blaise was terrified.” 

I rolled my eyes, and agreed with him – poor Blaise indeed. He knew I didn't like to talk about Pansy, but I had been the one to continue the conversation, so I couldn't really say anything, could I? I looked at Draco, he was on the bed and he showed no sign of getting out of there any time soon. Suddenly, I remembered Eloise. 

“Crap,” I hissed and hurried towards the door. Draco asked me calmly where I was going, and I replied that I was just going to go take a quick shower. He chuckled behind me and I turned to look at him. He looked sinfully beautiful and I rolled my eyes once more. “I'm having a, uh, someone over in a while and I'd rather not reek of sex, thank you.” 

“You don't reek of sex!” laughed Draco as I walked out the door and I just waved my hand and closed the door behind me. 

Amber was lying on the sofa, reading Witch Weekly, and she didn't even look up at me as I walked past her. I assumed that she was reading something very interesting. I just continued to walk towards the bathroom, but – as I opened the door, there stood Blaise. He was, for whatever reason, brushing his teeth. I raised an eyebrow at him and he looked at me as if the answer to why he was brushing his teeth was the most obvious thing in the world. 
 
“We went to the kitchen,” he said, while still having toothpaste in his mouth. He spit it out and flashed a smile. “Gotta take care of those teeth, you know. Teeth as white as mine isn't something that just comes naturally.” 

“Right...” I said and walked past him, “I'm gonna take a shower. Would you mind?” 

“Yeah, good idea” Blaise said as he made his way out of the bathroom. He looked over his shoulder just before stepping outside. “You definitely do reek of sex.” 

“Wh-I-what?” 

“Thin walls, Hermione, such thin walls,” he finished with a small wink and then he quickly closed the door. My face turned red as I thought about what else they might have heard. I groaned and decided that a cold shower would be best...

 


I was shivering and my lips had turned a shade of blue – perhaps it had been a bad idea to take a cold shower. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body. Cold water dripped from my hair down on the floor, and I reached for my wand and cast a spell on my hair – it was dry within seconds. Instantly, I felt much warmer. It didn't take long until I was all dry and fully dressed. 

I walked out of the bathroom and almost walked in to Draco, who was waiting outside the door. He smiled a bit at me before he headed for the shower himself. Looking ahead, I found that Amber had left the room, and the sofa was now occupied by Blaise. He motioned for me to come over. 

“Where's Amber?” I asked as I sat down next to him. It wasn't like I had anything better to do anyway. 

“She was feeling a bit sick, so she's resting,” Blaise replied and I could tell by the tone of his voice that something wasn't right. It was as if he was trying to keep emotions out of his voice. He wasn't successful.

“Oh,” I said and looked over at him. He didn't look like he usually did; with a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. He looked sad. “What's wrong?” 

Blaise looked down at his hands. He seemed to force the words out, as if he didn't really want to talk about it. “It's May soon.” 

My chest tightened as I understood what he meant. I hadn't expected him to bring that up so suddenly. I just nodded as I didn't know what to say. Words seemed to fail me. 

“We're getting May 2nd off, you know...” Blaise said in a mumble. I was aware of that, we would get that day off to spend it with our families and to visit our loved ones graves. “Mother just wrote me to tell me that she wasn't coming home to England for the anniversary.”

I still had no idea what to say. I thought his mother was being horrible. Why on earth wouldn't she come home to be with her son on a day like that? It wasn't as if it was hard for her to travel. They had Floo powder in Italy, too.

“I'm sorry,” I said in a small voice, not sure if it was the right thing to say. 

“Don't be. I'm not. I understand why she isn't coming,” Blaise blinked several times. As if he was trying to blink tears away. He cleared his throat. “She lost so much. We both did. I... She lost a child. I lost a baby sister.” 

“What?” I couldn't believe what he'd just told me. It was true that I didn't know all that much about Blaise's past, but surely I would've known if he had had a sister? I stared at him with wide-opened eyes. He didn't look at me, he stared at his hands. 

“Her name was Bianca. She was just a year and seven months. She was...” Blaise's voice broke down and he shook his head a bit, as if telling himself to get a grip. He couldn't finish his sentence. 

I was in complete shock. I had never realized just how much pain the war had caused him. He'd never talked about it. But this, this was worse than I could've ever imagined. “What happened?” 

Blaise gritted his teeth and I wondered if I'd crossed some sort of line. “Death Eaters.” 

“Oh...” 

“Two days after my grandmother died, so did Bianca. We'd gone in to hiding and we thought we were safe. But they found us somehow, I don't know how. I woke up in the middle of the night to her cries and I heard voices outside, I ran upstairs to warn my mother and my grandfather, and I managed to get them out safely. Then before I knew it... the house we were hiding in was on fire. I ran inside to get Bianca, but when I came in to the room she was in, the crib was already on fire. As I ran up to it, her cries just... stopped. It was my fault,” Blaise's voice was just a whisper and I could tell how much he blamed himself.

“It wasn't your fault,” I said and put my hand on his shoulder. 

“It was!” he shouted and I dropped my hand in shock. “I could've saved her, but I – I chose to go upstairs to warn them instead. If I had taken her with me, then she would've lived. I left her, Hermione. I left her, so it's my fault.” 

“It was the Death Eaters fault,” I said firmly and blinked a few tears away. Seeing him like this broke my heart. Realization hit me. “That was also a reason to why you went after the Death Eaters at the battle?” 

Blaise nodded before he sighed, “I couldn't kill them. I injured some of them, quite badly. But I couldn't bring myself to kill them. I even had an injured Death Eater at my feet, I had my wand aimed at his heart, but I couldn't. I managed to round some up for the Ministry to take care of, so at least I did something.”

“I'm glad you didn't,” I said and he looked at me for the first time since he'd begun talking about it. “I understand the anger you must've felt, but taking their lives... You would've had to live with it for the rest of your life and – I'm not saying that they don't deserve to die, because they do, but you would've regretted it. You wouldn't have been able to live with yourself if you'd taken someone's live. You're too good of a person,” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I had no idea, Blaise. I'm so sorry.” 

“No one knows,” Blaise said, “only you, Draco and Amber. I don't want anyone else to know.” 

“Okay,” I nodded. Blaise put an arm around me.  “Are you going to her grave on May 2nd?” 

“Yup,” he said. “Since Mum wont be coming, I'm going there alone. Isn't' that just -”

“I'll go with you,” I interrupted. Blaise stopped in the middle of his sentence. “I'm going to, you know, anyway. We can go together.” I wasn't quite sure how to put it. 'I'm going to visit some graves anyway'? That just sounded horrible. Most people who had died in the war was buried at the same place, it was something that the Ministry had set up. The cemetery was hidden from the Muggles, just like Hogwarts was. Of course, those who had been Muggleborn had been buried somewhere else – some place that was easier for their families to find. 

I had been planning on visiting Fred's grave, Remus' grave and Tonks' grave, among others. I knew that Draco was going to Crabbe's grave, but that was about the only grave he was going to visit. He'd offered to go with me to the ones I was going to, but I'd told him no. If we'd meet the Weasleys by Fred's grave, it would've been wrong. I knew what they thought of him and it would be insensitive of me to bring him to Fred's grave. It just wouldn't be the right time. But with Blaise, I didn't think it would be as bad. They just didn't hate the Zabini's as much as they did the Malfoys. 

“Thank you,” Blaise said and pulled me tighter to his body. 

The bathroom door opened and I wiped some tears away and sat up. Blaise didn't even look up as Draco stepped out of there. Draco just smiled at me and I knew that he knew what we'd been talking about. I assumed that he'd been eavesdropping. He seemed just fine with the fact that Blaise was allowed to go with me, but he wasn't. I guess he understood why. 

There was a knock on the door and Blaise made a move to open, though I knew who it was, so I rushed up to get it. I took a deep breath before I opened the door. Sure enough, Eloise stood there. She looked fairly terrified. I told her to come in and she hurried inside. I closed the door behind her. 

“Guys, this is Eloise,” I said and motioned for her to sit down on the sofa. She glanced at Blaise and then she told me that she'd rather just stand. I understood why, Blaise was glaring at her. 

Eloise?” 

“I don't know her last name,” I mumbled. “Anyway, I asked her to come here. She's got some information about Laura.” 

“Oh, really?” Blaise drawled. He didn't like Eloise, at all – it was very obvious. “What kind of information would that be?” 

“She's planning on killing you,” I smiled at him and his eyes widened. Draco knocked on Blaise's door and Amber walked out of there just seconds after. They both came closer to us. 

“We're listening,” said Draco and then he waited for her to start talking. 


According to Eloise, Laura had been furious by Blaise's rejection – by the way that he had treated her after she'd kissed him. When he'd pushed her up against the wall, she'd felt so humiliated and she'd sworn revenge. Pansy had told her not to do anything, because she had a plan of her own. But this time, Laura didn't care. She was under the impression that Pansy would be proud even though she had said no. Laura figured that if something happened to Blaise at the same time as the whole pregnancy thing was going on, then mine and Draco's life would become living hell. 

She wasn't completely wrong, no. If those things would happen, if I would lose Blaise, then I don't know what I would do. Eloise told us that she didn't know what to do. She'd tried to talk to Laura about it, trying to tell her that Pansy wouldn't like it – but Laura wouldn't hear it. She'd already made up her mind and nothing was going to stop her. All four of us listened to the younger girl as she told us what Laura was up to. None of us interrupted her, we didn't even take our eyes off of her. She seemed much more relaxed after a while. When she'd finished telling us about what Laura planned to do, we all stared at her in silence. 

“Am I the only one who thinks that killing someone is a bit too strong of a reaction for being rejected?” Blaise scratched the back of his head. 

“Rejection and public humiliation,” corrected Eloise with a sigh and shook her head. “You see why I came to you now? She's insane, and I think that she's really going to go through with this.” 

I nodded my agreement. “The main question here is – how do we stop her?” 

The five of us glanced at each other. No one spoke. Eloise bit her lower lip nervously and Draco sighed. Amber furrowed her eyebrows and Blaise looked positively lost. I guess he was still trying to understand why she'd want to go as far as killing him. Amber looked from me to Eloise before she cleared her throat. 

“Would you be able to get to know when she's planning on doing this? You two are quite close, right?” 

“I should be able to get that information, but it would be hard and I don't know how I would be able to alert you guys,” said Eloise. “And we're not that close. She's my sisters best friend, that's how I know her. But she likes to talk – a lot. So I wouldn't be surprised if she'd tell me something about it.” 

Amber rolled her eyes, “She does like to talk...” 

“So, how are you going to warn us?” asked Draco, and Amber went back to being serious. No one spoke, as no one seemed to know the answer to that question. 

I began to think about various ways of sending warnings. She could send us her Patronus, but that would be too obvious and too risky for her. She could send us an owl, but that might take too long. Draco seemed to be thinking about various ways of sending warnings and such, too. 

He was very concentrated. I raised an eyebrow as he scratched his left arm, just where his Dark Mark had been. There was no question that he was thinking about ways to warn someone, then. I looked away quickly so that he wouldn't notice that I was staring at his arm. A light bulb might as well have appeared above my head as I realized what we could do. 

“Oh, that's it!” I smiled and looked at Draco. He'd been the one that had gotten me to think about it, actually. He looked shocked and quickly dropped his hand. 

“What?” he asked quickly. 

“I'll be right back,” I said and then I hurried in to mine and Draco's bedroom and walked up to my trunk. I began to look through it. There, under a bunch of other stuff, I found what I was looking for. I smiled to myself before I picked the two items up and made my way back to the others. “Eloise, here, you take this.” 

I handed her one of the items and she looked at me as if she was questioning my sanity. “A Galleon?” 

“Ah. Not really, a fake Galleon. I've placed a Protean Charm on it,” I said explained to her that whenever she found out when and where Laura was going to do it, all she had to do was to make changes on her coin, and my coin would heat up, alerting me that she's changed something – and therefore, we'd know when it would happen. 

“Why didn't I think of that?” mumbled Draco. 

“You almost did,” I said. Then I realized what I'd said and cursed myself. “I mean...”

Draco gave me a quite annoyed look. 

“Sorry,” I mumbled, to which Draco just nodded. He wasn't too upset, I noticed. I went back to explaining to Eloise how it was used. 








Later that evening, when Eloise had gone and we were getting ready for bed – Draco admitted that he had indeed thought about the mark. I slipped under the covers and waited for him to join me. He kept talking as he got undressed and somehow, despite the fact that we were talking about something as horrible as that, the mood was light. It felt like any other conversation. Draco jumped on to the bed and I laughed as he ended up lying sprawled all over me. His face was buried in my neck and he had most of his torso on me, as well as one of his legs, and one arm. I was being somewhat crushed, but it felt nice at the same time. 

“I could fall asleep like this,” mumbled Draco against my neck and I giggled at the feeling. “Hm?” 

“It tickled,” I said and as soon as I had spoken, I wish that I hadn't. I should've known by now that there was no way I could even mention the word 'tickle' with out Draco starting to tickle me. He found it highly amusing, for some reason. I'm sure that my laughter just about ruined Draco's ear, but he showed no signs on stopping. “Stop!”

“Nah,” chuckled Draco as he continued the torture. I squirmed under his hands, and then I did the one thing I could think of to make him stop. I reached up and kissed him. His hand calmed and went from tickling me, to grasping my hair to pull me closer. I felt his smile on my lips and rolled my eyes a bit before they closed and I began to kiss him more passionately.

When we parted, Draco gazed down on me and gave me the most genuine smile I'd ever seen on his lips.

“I missed you,” he whispered and then he rolled over and I inched closer to him and put my head on his chest. His arm went around my body and he held me to him. 

“I missed you too,” I told him and he kissed the top of my head. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This day had been exhausting, and sleep was something I was longing for. The day had been like a rollercoaster ride. It had been an emotional rollercoaster. 
I'd been home, where things had been crazy and sad and horrible, and then I'd come here, where there had been happiness, love, sadness and worry. I needed some rest – desperately. Luckily for me, falling asleep in my boyfriends arms proved to be easy. 









[Hey guys! It's been a while, but here it is!  The new chapter, yay :) Not that many chapters left now, three, I think. Maybe four. Crazy isn't it? So, how did you like this chapter? I hope you liked getting to know a bit more about Blaise. I hope it didn't come as a shock, haha. What do you think about Eloise? Is she a good girl or not? Is she trust worthy? Will Laura find out what she's done? What about the Dramione action? I'd love to hear what you thought! Thanks a lot, guys. - Cathyyy]

[29-05-10 - Sorry about the slow updates, but I've been sick, and had an eyeinfection which has made me unable to sit by a computer in a while (and thus, I haven't been able to write the next chapter). Hopefully my eye will be better within a week, and then I'm going out of the country for another week, so the next update might take a while longer than expected. Just thought you should know what's been going on. I haven't abandoned this story at all, and I will finish it as soon as I can :) Thank you, guys, - Cathy]

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