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"Mr Weasley, have you seen Mr Potter yet?" McGonagall asked at breakfast the next day.

"I have, but not today," he replied with a lie.

"How do you mean? How didn't you see him this morning?"

"I assume he left before me."

"I think he said something about helping Hagrid," Aengus said, "I don't know what it was, though."

McGonagall eyed them both suspiciously; she knew that they were lying to her, she knew where he was, but she admired their loyalty to him. "Let him know as soon as you see him that I need a word."

"Did that work?" Aoife asked in astonishment.

"No, she knows," Ron replied as his eyes fixated on her.

"Do you think he is with Hermione?" Aoife asked.

"Where else would he be?" Aengus said.

"I think it's noble of him. He doesn't care if he gets into big trouble; he's probably ruined Gryffindor's chances of winning the House Cup, but he just needs to make sure she is okay." Aoife swooned.

"I think we should write a letter to him, he needs to be aware that McGonagall is looking for him. She knows he's there, but she doesn't know how she got there." Ron explained, "we need to get him to come back as soon as possible to avoid anything nasty."

"He won't want to come back, not without her," Aoife argued, "we're not going to be able to convince him to leave her or her to leave her mum."

"Just to warn him that when he gets back McGonagall will want to talk to him. Hermione might be able to come up with a convincing story."

"I doubt even Hermione could make McGonagall understand this, mate."

"Even so, they need to know," Ron said. He gave Aoife a quick peck and ran off to the dormitory to scribble down the information for Harry.

Aengus and Aoife stayed behind to finish eating, they weren't in a rush. Aengus looked at the door just as Robyn wandered in. She looked directly at him and laughed before finding a deserted part of the Ravenclaw bench. "She is infuriating." He breathed.

"Who is?" Aoife asked as she looked around at the vast amount of students.

"Robyn. When I speak to her I never know where I stand."

"Which one is Robyn?"

Aengus twist his body and pointed to where she sat, "that one."

Aoife stared at her with a mouth open slightly, she looked just like Bree. "What's she like?"

"She's a loner basically," he said turning back to face his sister, "I've never really seen her with anyone else."

"Go over and talk to her, ask her out."

"What? I don't want to do that." Aengus went red and looked down at his plate.

"Shut up, Aengus. You obviously like her. Don't be shy."

"Ever since Hermione, I've been too scared to act on feelings," he whispered, "what if I've totally misread the situation again?"

"You were wrong with Hermione, I'll say that, but Robyn might be just what you need to get over her. Just go and talk to her, there's no harm in that."

"You don't get it, Aoife. I can't just go up and to her and talk. She's not a normal converser. It won't go smoothly."

"When have you ever cared about things going smoothly? Gus, this is what life is about; you can't get caught up with what happened in the past. This is your time to make yourself a future."

"Have you swallowed a self-help book or something?" Ardal had turned up and had heard the last part of Aoife's speech. "Who's this girl our brother is meant to be turning into his future?" Aengus blushed as Aoife pointed to Robyn, "Robyn Root? Good luck with that. No one knows much about her, and what we do know is rumours and speculations, nothing from her mouth herself."

"Just because she's shy doesn't mean she'll be hard to talk to," Aoife argued.

"She's not shy. She's just...difficult." Ardal explained. "She will disagree with you even is she wholly believes what you're saying - just for the sake of it."

"Well that isn't a problem, maybe it's her way of not getting-"

"Can we all stop talking." Aengus interrupted. "We don't know her, there might be a reason she is why she is. She might be argumentative and secretive because she has to be." Aengus said sternly as he stood up from the bench. "Don't judge anything you can't fully see," Aoife's eyes seemed to have widened during Aengus' moral high ground speech.

"What are you saying?" Aoife replied slyly.

"I'm saying that Robyn's attitude, as Ardal put it, is what makes her unique. She might be difficult, but so is everyone. So what I'm saying is you two should both stop talking about her like you know everything about her."

He walked off, unaware of any repercussions which might take place after his small outburst. As he walked through the corridor he heard fast approaching footsteps, but he ignored them presuming the owner of the stomp wasn't walking after him. It wasn't until a soft, cold hand grabbed his that he stopped. "You are hard to catch," she smirked as her hand lingered in his.

"Robyn-" he began to say before Robyn stopped him.

"I've never had someone stand up to me like that. I've been well aware of the gossip that surrounds me here, it's something you can't avoid, but to hear you talk about me like's something I never expected. Why?"

"I don't know, I just did," he answered vaguely, looking away and taking back his hand.

"Alright then, fine," she said angrily before walking away.

"Wait," he called again and this time, he had a small inclination of where he was going to go with it. She refused to stop so he walked after her, grabbed her arm and spun her around. Her hair was all over her face so he slowly and carefully folded it behind her ears, "I did it because I like you. A lot. I don't know why; we have hardly said ten words to each other, but everything you have said or done has intrigued me more and more. You're a closed book and I suppose I want to get to know the real story within, not just comments from people who have never even met you."

"Aengus-I," she stuttered, "I don't-"

"You don't have to say anything. If you feel the same, meet me by the Quidditch pitch tonight after dinner." Her body was still pressed up against his and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but he knew he wouldn't. If this was going to turn into anything, he wanted it to turn into it naturally and without any kind of manipulation.

She nodded and smiled before finally taking a step back, breaking away from him. This had never happened to her before so she was going to do everything in her life to make it perfect.


"Nervous?" Harry whispered as he laid beside Hermione in bed.

"Just a tad," she replied with a croak in her voice.

"I'll be right with you throughout it all. It's only a couple of blood tests."

"It's not those I'm worried about. I'm worried about the results. What if I'm not a match? What if I can't donate?" She whispered as she turned onto her side to face him.

"The nurse said it was practically a certainty that you would be a match. If not, you can't be angry with yourself, it's not your fault." He said as he reached out and stroked her cheek.

"We'll just have to wait and see." She sighed. "Do you think McGonagall knows you're here yet?" She asked after several short minutes of silence.

"Definitely by now. She will have asked Ron where I was, he would have tried to come up with something believable but she will have figured it out the moment she couldn't find me."

"I'm sorry if I get you into trouble."

"It's not your fault," he said sounding astonished that she would even think something like that. "I chose to come here, I chose not to tell anyone where I was going. Besides, she won't be able to expel me or anything as it's too close to our exams. The fact I was able to fly over those gates without any problems gives me the impression that somebody knew I was going to go and that somebody wanted to help me."

"Who? It couldn't have been a student, we don't have the power to do something like that." Hermione thought aloud. "I doubt half the teachers know how to do it - Hagrid surely wouldn't. The only person I can think of is McGonagall herself and if she did do it, you can hardly be in trouble. I wouldn't worry about it." She closed her eyes and began thinking about the inevitable event which would take place any minute now - having to get up.

"You were the one who brought it up. I'm not worrying about it." He thought to himself.

"Hermione! Harry! Breakfast!" Archie called up from the bottom of the stairs.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked.

Harry leaned over to see what the clock read - "half eight," he replied before rolling onto his side to face her.

"Thanks for making dinner yesterday, it was really considerate of you." She smiled. He was about to say something but her lips put a stop to whatever it was going to be. He rolled onto his back, bring her with him, never breaking the seal.

"What took you so long?" Archie asked when they finally showed their faces in the kitchen.

"Sorry, dad," Hermione blushed, unable to look at Harry without giving anything away.

"We haven't got long until we need to leave for the hospital. You two quickly eat something whilst I get mum ready." He said sternly, sterner than Harry had ever heard him speak.

"He's probably just anxious about today - he isn't angry," Hermione explained when she saw Harry's face.

"I know," he shook himself out of whatever it was he was feeling - he wasn't at the Dursley's anymore.

Almost twenty minutes later, they were all sitting in the car on the way to the hospital. Despite the fact that Rose normally had her dialysis at home now, the hospital said they would do it for her whilst the doctors were talking to Hermione. They arrived at the hospital and Hermione grabbed Harry's hand for support. "It's okay, you always do well in tests." Harry joked. Hermione looked at him seriously for half a second before she let the joke in. Archie checked in at the reception and they were sent in different directions. Harry stayed with Hermione as they climbed the echoing stairs in silence. Their footsteps ruining any chance of peace.

"Miss Hermione Granger?" An older female doctor called out as she opened her door onto the waiting room. "I'm Mrs Roberts. You can come in too," she smiled at Harry. So the two of them followed her in. Once they had all sat down, Hermione's nerves came flooding in. "So, we'll take a blood sample from you and get that pushed through so we have the results as soon as possible. You and your mum have matching blood types, which is the first requirement." She paused.

"Why do you need my blood then?" Hermione asked.

"So blood types are the easiest thing to match. We now have to do Human Leukocyte Antigen Typing, also known as HLA Typing. This is basically tissue typing. The point of this is to see if your mum's cells will accept your cells basically. However, kidney transplants have been successful with no matching antigens in the past so we don't worry about that as much. We also need to do something called a cross-match test. To do this we will mix a sample of your blood with your mum's. If you mum's cells attack and kill yours, you can't donate."

"Right. What's the likelihood of that happening?" Hermione questioned.

"So I can't be sure without testing, but you're the closest relative she has so you should be compatible." She stood up to get the things she needed for the blood tests. "So you'll feel a slight prick, but it shouldn't hurt too much."

"How long will it take?" Hermione asked as she held a ball of cotton wool on the pin prick.

"An hour usually," She replied as she wrote details on the vials of blood. "So I'll get these in the lab right now whilst you," she passed a wedge of paper to Hermione, "fill out this as much as you can. Anything you don't know can be checked here."

Hermione shifted through the questionnaire and rolled her eyes and sighed, "this is going to take hours."

"Better get going then," Harry smiled.


"Gus? Can I talk to you?" A small voice said from somewhere behind him.

"Aisling! Of course, you can. Shall we go outside?"

"Alright," she nodded, leading the way.

"How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't come to speak to you in a while." Aengus said once they had found a nice spot under a tree.

"Did dad really do all the things they're saying?" She didn't want to beat around the bush with this.

"That depends, what have they been saying?" He asked calmly.

"That he has been abusing you. That he would have moved on to others if he hadn't left. He would have moved on to me." Her head lowered as she picked at her sleeve.

"Oi, look at me," he ordered, "he would never have moved on to you. He loves you and Aoife and Ardal way too much to do anything like that."

"Why doesn't he love you?" She whispered. "If he loves us too much to do that, why can he do it to you?"

"I'm different, Bee. I got in his way."

"No, you didn't." She shook her head. "Don't lie to me, Aengus. I'm not stupid. Where has he gone?"

Aengus looked at his younger sister, she had to grow up too fast to cope with the loss of their mum. It wasn't fair on her and this certainly wasn't fair to her. But lying was even worse. "I don't know why he doesn't love me like he loves you. I wish I knew how to fix it, but I can't. I don't know where he's gone, he was taken away from here and taken away from us. But we're always here for you, all three of us. We don't need him because we've got each other."

"We're really alone now. First mum, now this."

"Mum is always watching over us. Can't you feel her in the wind? Hear her in the rain?"

"She can't be, Aengus. She let this happen to you. What's going to happen to me? Once you have all left? Where am I going to go?"

"You're going to be fine, I promise you. We'll look after you." He smiled, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into a hug.

"I trust you," she said, pushing away from him. "How have you been despite what's happened?"

"I've been fine."

"I've seen you with Robyn. Do you like her?" Aisling asked.

"Don't you?"

"I love her. She's so good a drawing. She's drawn a picture of Ollie and me." She beamed.

"Who's Ollie?"

"My one and only love." She blushed. "He's amazing. We're going to get married and have a nice cottage on the beach."

Aengus smiled to himself, "of course, you are. Do you sit with him in classes?"

"No, he's older." She explained, "but he says I'm really mature for my age."

"How much older?"

"He's only in the year above me."

"I'll have to meet him some day. Make sure he treats you well."

"Just like you did for Aoife when she started up with Calum," Aisling smiled, unaware of the disaster her sister went through.


"Right, so if we go to Ireland after our exams, we can fly to wherever we want from there," Aoife explained to Ron as they sat at the table in the Common Room. "We need to make sure we can still stay in our house, I'm pretty sure we can."

"Where are we going to go from there?" Ron asked, gazing at the map that was in front of them.

"I've always wanted to go to Germany at Christmas. They're meant to have the best Christmas markets in the World."

"So shall we work back from there? How about we go from the Netherlands to Germany? They're close together, look." He pointed out.

Aoife nodded and scribbled on a piece of paper. "Before that, Belgium?" She considered.

"Yep, that works. Okay, so where should we go to after Germany?"

"Austria and then Italy."

"We have to go to Romania, I want to see Charlie."

"How about we go from Italy to Greece then up to Bulgaria and on to Romania. I also want to go to Norway because they have great stories of trolls, I want to find out if they actually existed."

Ron agreed, "and I know Harry wants to take Hermione to France to finish. They went there this summer and absolutely loved it."

"Well that's eleven countries, I reckon that'll do for now." Aoife laughed, "we'll show it to the others and see what they say. Did you write that letter to Harry?"

"Yeah, but I've been thinking, McGonagall knows where he is; he needed help getting out of her, I reckon she helped him. I don't think he'll be in trouble. He's not skipping school." Ron said as he made his way over to the sofa. "There was a time when he would have asked for my help, now he doesn't even tell me."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Ron. You've not grown apart, you've both just grown up." She said, but she was really focusing on the map.

"Grown up?"

"This is your last term here, you're just feeling emotional and lost."

"Aoife, are you aware of what you're saying or are you just saying words and hoping they make me feel better?"

"What?" She sighed, looking up.

"Never mind, come here," he said.

She stumbled awkwardly over to him and sat down, "what?" She smirked.

"We haven't celebrated yet."

"Celebrated what?"

"Yesterday," he whispered before leaning into kiss her.

She backed away, "you want to do it here?"

"Well, I was thinking about my bed?"

"In the room where my brother sleeps?"

"Sorry," he sighed, "I just thought we were happy."

"We are happy, but I don't want to display that here. Not at school." She explained.

"You don't want to display it here, you didn't want to display it at Christmas. Are you sure there even is something to display?" He leaned back away from her, knowing that he had probably overstepped the mark.

"That's not fair, Ron."

"Just tell me why you're not ready, I'll understand," he said softly.

"Why do you have to know why? Can't you just respect that I'm not and leave it?"

"You tell me bits about Calum and what happened last year, I get that it's hard for you to talk about it, but I just thought you would trust me enough by now."

"It's not about trust, Ron. It's far from that. I don't want to talk about it because I don't want to have to relive it. It's not just you I don't tell. It was the worst year of my life, but I only know that now I'm through it. I don't want to put myself back there just to tell you what happened." Ron opened his mouth to change the subject, but Aoife wouldn't let him, "he absorbed me into this life, a life that no one should be a part of. I just want to forget about it," she explained.

"I understand that I'm sorry I brought it up." He smiled.

"You're nothing like him," she reassured, "and that's how I know you won't make me do anything I don't want to." She leaned in to hug him and he kissed her forehead.


"Hermione?" The door opened and the voice made both Harry and Hermione jump out of their skin, "sorry. I'm Nurse Field. I am happy to tell you that you compatible with your mum. Now, I've had a word with her and although she was sceptical the last time we spoke, she seems to have decided to go through with it. I just need to check some things and then ask you a few questions, then if you want to know anything, I'll be happy to answer as best as I can." A young male nurse explained as he walked in holding a clipboard. "Just hop onto the scales, take your shoes off." Hermione did what she was told and after she was weighed, her height was measured. "You're a tad underweight, but that doesn't cause any problems," he observed. "Okay, there's a few more tests we need to do, these will take a while, but you seem healthy so I doubt we'll have any problems."

Several hours later, Hermione had had all the necessary tests and given all the bodily fluid she was asked to. "It'll take several weeks to get all the results through, but there doesn't seem to be anything horrific wrong with you," he laughed to himself. "There's just one more test I require." He handed Hermione a box.

"A pregnancy test?" She questioned after looking to him.

"It must be done, as a precaution." Hermione looked at Harry who smirked, "considering you've already given us a sample, we'll have a chat before you take it." Hermione nodded and sat back down in the chair behind the desk. "Here, have this." He gave her a pint glass of water. "So I have a couple of questions to ask you." He gazed down at his clipboard. "Are you sexually active?" He asked still staring at the piece of paper.

"Sure, ask me that after you tell me to take a pregnancy test," Hermione thought to herself. "Yes," she replied.

"Have you had many sexual partners or had unprotected sex?" His monotone voice made this even funnier to Harry.

"No, never," she said confidently.

"Great, no need to test for Sexually Transmitted Diseases then. Are you currently taking the Contraceptive Pill?"


"You are? Since when?" Harry asked in astonishment.

"Since the start of summer."

"Right, well we would like to ask you to stop taking it about a month before the operation, you don't have to but it is advised." He wrote something down on his piece of paper. "Do you have any questions for me?"

"I do," Harry spoke up, "what's the recovery time?"

"We'll keep you in for a couple of days after the operation, but you should be discharged no more than three days after, if not problems occur. Then we advise reoperation for six weeks, no heavy lifting, no heavy contact sports,"

"How about flying?" Harry interrupted.

"That wouldn't be a problem but we would want you to stay in the country so you can have regular check-ups. So we wouldn't want you to go on holiday for the initial six weeks."

"But after that?" Harry asked.

"After the six weeks we will have a much clearer answer for you, but I would imagine it would be fine for you to travel after that."

"We can just meet up with them when you're ready," Harry said.

"I don't want to say anymore as we need to analyse what you've given us and your questionnaire. We'll be in contact within the next couple of weeks." Nurse Field explained, "you'll receive a letter in the post. Is this," he leaned over to show her an address, "your current address?"

She quickly glanced at Harry, never having the situation happen to her before, "yes," she whispered.

"You'll get the results through your door then. It was nice meeting both of you." He smiled, stood up and left the room.

"Shall we go and find your parents?" Harry asked.

"I think we should go back to Hogwarts tonight or tomorrow."


"Me staying here won't help anything. Plus, I need to start revising for the exams. I'll be able to now I know mum will be alright. Plus, I don't want to get you into any more trouble. I'll explain things to mum and dad. They'll understand."

"Is everything alright?" He asked, some part of him was screaming at him to warn him something was wrong.

"I'll explain to you later."

"Oh, good, you're still here. We forgot to do the pregnancy test." Nurse Field was back. "I hope you have drunk all that water I gave you."

Ten minutes later, Harry and Hermione were allowed to leave once the pointless test should them the obvious results. "Today went well," Archie sang as they walked out of the hospital.

"I just hope we're doing the right thing," Rose mumbled.

"Me too," Hermione whispered so only Harry could hear. "We're going back to Hogwarts tonight. We need to start preparing for our exams." She said at a more audible volume.

"Oh, gosh, yes, of course. Have you got your stuff ready or are you staying for dinner?" Rose asked.

"They're be staying for dinner, of course. We can't let them go without saying goodbye."

"Looks like we'll be staying for dinner then." Hermione moaned.


"Cur-Hermione, Harry! What are you doing back so soon? Did you get Ron's letter?" Aengus asked when Harry and Hermione walked into the Common Room.

"Yeah, but we were coming back before we read it," Harry informed, running upstairs to drop off Hermione's trunk.

"How are you?" Aengus asked.

"Fine, been a busy few days. Spent all of today in hospital getting prodded and poked."

"What for?" He asked with concern.

"I-nothing," she sighed. "You're looking dapper." She grinned.

"Me? No, never." He joked, "I've got a date."

"Oh, how exciting. And who is the lucky lady?"

"Robyn Root."

"Robyn? I can't say I know her. Well, I hope you have a nice time." She smiled.

"McGonagall is looking for Harry, she has been for a few days now. We tried to cover for him but I guess she saw through it all."

"Thanks, we'll go and see her now."

Aengus nodded, "see you around, Hermione."

"Bye, have fun," she called after him. "Harry, we need to see McGonagall!" She shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"It's good to see you have returned, Miss Granger. I do hope that everything is okay." McGonagall smiled. "Thank you for letting me know of your return. If you don't mind, I need a word with Mr Potter, in private." She added. Hermione glanced at Harry sideways but didn't protest.

"I'll be just outside," Hermione said to Harry before she walked away.

Once he heard the door close, Harry dived into his story. "I'm sorry, Professor. I got a letter from Hermione the day after she left and I couldn't leave her on her own. I flew over the gates an-"

"I know what you did, Harry. How do you think you managed to fly through the protective shield?" She smiled. "I cannot condone the fact you ran away without telling me, but I understand why you did do it. That isn't what I need to talk to you about."

"Can I just interrupt? I know magic can do wondrous things, but can it save organs?" He asked innocently.

"Organs? It can do a lot of things, Harry, but what it can't do is bring people back from the dead."

"What if the person isn't dead? Can it heal a kidney for example?"

"I'm not the right person to be talking to about this, but if it can be done, Madam Pomfrey will be the one to do it. I would have to advise you to talk to her about this."

"Sorry, Professor, what is it you want to talk about?"

"Your uncle has had a heart attack. He's alive and doing well, but they wanted you to know." She broke to him rather abruptly and without much thought.

"Thanks for letting me know," Harry smiled. "Is there anything else you wanted?"

"Yes, Edgar Furman wants to see you, I told him you would be back by the weekend so he'll be here by then."

"Why does he want to see me?"

"He just does," she said, "you can go now. Unless there's something else you want to talk about."

"No, thanks, Professor," he said, they both knew that he was talking about helping him escape, but neither of them would admit to it.

"What did she want-" Hermione began when Harry walked down the staircase towards her.

"Vernon has had a heart attack," he replied matter-of-factly.

"I'm sorry, is he alright?"

"Why are you sorry? He hated me."

"We both know that that isn't true. Are you alright?"

"Hermione, I couldn't care less. He's alive so there's no point even thinking about this. I need to go and see Madam Pomfrey about something."

"What? Do you want me to come with you?"

"Just about Edgar Furman. He's coming to talk to me on Saturday. You don't need to come with me, I'll see you back in the Common Room."

"Oh, alright then," she said to the silence as he had already stridden off.


The sky was alight with stars, Aengus couldn't remember the last time he had looked up and admired them. They were always there, right above him, but he took them for granted. He couldn't image what it would be like to look up and see darkness; he knew that whatever happened, the stars would always be there for him, lighting his path. "I thought you weren't coming," a voice called out when the owner had heard his footsteps.

"What? And miss this, I would never." He replied back. "Do you want to walk of sit in the stands?"

She thought about this for several seconds, but her gut told her to sit in the stands, so that is what they did. "I nearly didn't come," she admitted after the silence had engulfed them long enough.


"Because I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist talking when we were in front of the stars."


"No." She smiled, "I didn't know if you really meant it. I didn't know if you were actually going to come or if you playing a trick on me." She explained honestly.

"Well I'm glad you trusted me," he smiled, looking up at the stars. The nights breeze took over for a while, neither of them sure what they should or shouldn't say.

"Why me?" She whispered. "You could have your pick of the castle so I've heard."

"What do you mean?" He grinned, knowing full well he didn't have his pick of the castle.

"Ginny Weasley is practically ready to marry you, and she's your age." She laughed, "every time I hear people talk about you, it tends to be how cute you are and your accent."

Aengus thought about saying something that wouldn't really give an answer to her question, but something in him propelled him to speak from the heart. "I don't have my pick of the castle, Robyn. The one girl I really wanted wasn't mine to have."

"Hermione?" Robyn interrupted.

"Great, everyone does know," Aengus thought to himself, "yes, Hermione," he confirmed. "Ever since then, I've been too caught up in her and everything that went along with it. Then my dad left and I had other things on my mind, but you always seemed to make me forget all of that. You never asked where my bruises came from, you never asked me if I needed to talk and that made me realise that you can see past the image that is in front of you and see the person hiding within."

"If that's what you want to believe, in reality, I just don't care," Robyn said with a straight face before laughing. "I've had so many people assume one thing because I don't display the signs of anything else. I am sorry that I'm difficult to talk to. Sometimes I worry so I bring up my defences."

"You don't have to apologise, that's what makes you, you."

The rest of the evening was filled with chatter and laughs before either of them knew it, the sun was beginning to make its entrance. "Wow, what time is it?" Robyn asked as she realised the stars had been washed out by the light.

"Nearly 7," Aengus said.

"We've been here for twelve hours?" She asked in astonishment.

"Indeed, we have," he laughed, "I'm sorry for keeping you."

"It was my pleasure," she smiled. As she stood up she thought of something else she needed to ask. "Where do you see this going? Only you're leaving in a couple of months."

"Let's just enjoy the months we have before we talk about after," Aengus advised, "if things get serious, we can take it from there." She bit her lip as she nodded in agreement. "If you were anyone else I would kiss you," he stood up.

"Gee, thanks," Robyn scoffed.

"No, not like that. I want to do this properly." He whispered, mesmerised by her red lips.

She took a step closer to him so her face was right up next to his, once there she took a deep breath, "that means a lot to me," she whispered as she fell into him for a hug. "Is this proper enough?" She smiled.


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