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Victim of the Fall	By : PrettyDesdemona Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 32726 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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CHAPTER 28

LIGHT OF SOME KIND

“I must have blown a fuse or something because it was so dark in my mind. She came up to me with the sweetest face and she was holding a light of some kind.”

Three more days passed relatively uneventfully for Hermione and Draco, aside from two complications. The first being Hermione having a few long and exhausting conversations with both Teodora and McGonagall wherein she was forced to relive the events of the previous week in excruciating detail. Both her teachers were shocked and appalled by Harry’s behaviour and applauded Hermione’s courage in her escape. Hermione thought there was nothing to applaud. They had both also reiterated Draco’s earlier words and urged her not to go out looking for Harry, to let the Aurors do their job. Hermione accepted this advice resignedly.

The second complication was the impromptu arrival of Auror Watson on Thursday night.

The woman had been openly shocked for a moment when Hermione opened her front door before plastering a look of false cheer on her face. She was prettier than Hermione remembered which only fuelled the jealous fire boiling away in her stomach.

“Oh! Hermione! You’re awake!” she said brightly.

“I am.” Hermione replied shortly, stepping to the side so that the woman could enter her flat.

Watson moved past her, wearing a smile that did not reach her eyes and stood awkwardly in the centre of the lounge room.

After a moment, the Auror cleared her throat. “Where’s Draco? Hasn’t abandoned you has he?” she asked lightly and gave a tinkling laugh. Hermione wanted to hit her.

“No.” said Hermione and felt a smug sort of satisfaction at what she said next, “He’s in the shower. Tea?”

Watson blanched slightly before nodding enthusiastically, “Yes, of course.”

Hermione moved into the kitchen and began fixing their drinks. She felt Watson hovering nervously in her peripheral vision. “I thought Tod was on tonight?” she asked casually.

“Uh, yes. I just thought I’d drop in to… to see how you are.”

Hermione felt exhausted by the conversation already and turned to the other woman, crossing her arms. “You can drop the pretext, Watson.”

The other woman narrowed her eyes, the nervous energy around her suddenly dissipating. “I wasn’t aware there was any pretext, Granger.”

Hermione sighed and rubbed her hand across her forehead wearily. “What do you want here? What’s your game?”

“My game?” said Watson with a sarcastic laugh.

“Yes, yes, your game. I’m not interested in having a verbal sparring match… Or any other kind of sparring match for that matter. I want to understand what this situation is about. I want to know why you’re lying to me.” she said with a sigh.

“At what point have I lied, exactly?” asked the Auror petulantly.

Hermione quoted her, “I just came to see how you are. You and I both know that isn’t true, you came to see Draco. And that’s fine with me. I’m not going to try and manipulate him into spending time around people only I deem appropriate…” she gave Watson a pointed look, “I just do not want to be a part of this game playing.”

“Fine.” said Watson coldly, “I came to see Draco. Happy now?”

“Not particularly.” Hermione turned back to making their tea, “If you wait, I’m sure he’ll be out soon.”

And so the Auror waited. For ten minutes, Hermione sipped tea with her and tried to talk amicably about Auror training, feeling the whole time that she had won the moral high ground. She’d been the better person and she was proud of herself for that. Of course, if she was honest, she had wanted a sparring match. Auror or not, she didn’t like this woman and would have felt a great deal of satisfaction at having the opportunity to jinx her. Though, ultimately, she knew that the satisfaction she felt at being the more mature woman of the two of them was far greater.

When Draco got out of the shower he stumbled into a tense and forced conversation and Hermione was happy to retreat into the comfortability of her bedroom to read while he spoke with Watson.

This time, she closed the door and did not listen.

She was powerless over his guilt and his actions, just as she was powerless over Harry’s choices and it felt nice to finally be able to admit that and let go of some of her stress. Acknowledging her powerlessness wasn’t shaming, it was liberating. If Draco wanted to insinuate himself into her home and play the role of her personal body guard or butler, she was fine with that. Hermione was just happy to have him around. If he wanted to have friendships with people she didn’t exactly like, she was not going to stop him because doing that would make her too much like Lucius, and too much like Max. She didn’t want to interfere with his healing. She knew that it didn’t matter how many times she told him that she forgave him, or that he didn’t need to do so much, he wouldn’t listen. And trying to control him would only serve to drive him away.

And so, Hermione remained impassive.

After an hour or so, he came to bed and Hermione snuggled up to him just as she always did. He seemed surprised at this but did not try to talk to her about it.

She had decided days ago not to push the subject of their relationship with him, simply choosing to let him do whatever he felt he needed to do.

Hermione had, with much hand wringing and nervousness, chosen to take the remainder of the week off school so as to fully centre herself before she needed to tackle her classes again. This was much to the anguish of the rest of the tovarasi. After she had re-entered reality, Draco had been all for inviting their comrades over for a celebratory party by the sounds of it. But Hermione had told him firmly that this had to be put off, for the same reasons that she chose not to go immediately back to school. She needed to rest back into equilibrium. It had been nice to spend a few days whiling away the time talking with Draco or nesting on the couch with a book and not caught up in drama or heavy conversation.

As a compromise, and because the tovarasi seemed on the brink of breaking down her front door just to see her, Hermione had suggested that they all come to her house on Saturday night. This was in place of the usual meeting that only the female members attended.

Hermione had written out eight pleading letters detailing her intentions and her reasons for avoiding her comrades and Hogwarts and had received seven grudging replies. Isobel was the only one who had not gotten back to her.

By Friday night, she was, naturally, in full panic mode about this. She was beginning to think she might have to choose between her best friend and her soon to be boyfriend and the prospect scared her immensely.

“She hates me doesn’t she?” Hermione exclaimed to Draco for what felt like the fiftieth time while he sat on her couch reading. Rain was falling steadily outside, making the air feel muffled and it was driving her crazy. She felt like a caged animal.

“She doesn’t hate you.” he responded in a bored voice, without looking up from his book.

“Well why wouldn’t she reply then? Why?” she demanded, noting the hint of a plea in her voice.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, thanks for the help.” snapped Hermione bitterly.

Draco sighed and put the book down wearily, “What do you want me to say? We’ve had this conversation fifteen times already.”

“I don’t know, alright?!” she said and collapsed down on the couch next to him, “I just want you to tell me what to do.”

“I think you should just wait for her to come to you. As I’ve said already. Fifteen times.” he deadpanned.

Hermione crossed her arms and sulked. “Ok! Ok! I get it!”

They sat in silence for a few moments and Draco re-opened his book. She tapped her foot nervously before getting up and looking out the balcony window for a few moments only to establish that it was still raining and she still felt like crap. She then walked into the kitchen, forgot why she’d gone in there, and entered the lounge room again. She would have put a record on if the player had not been broken…

“Why don’t we have dinner?” asked Draco, clearly exasperated by her agitation.

Hermione nodded, eager to do something to pull her out of her distress, “Ok. Did you have anything in mind?”

“I could cook.” he replied, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

She snorted, “You can cook?!”

“Yes, Hermione. I can cook.” he said, sounding stung.

Hermione couldn’t help herself. She laughed. “Alright, well feel free.”

Draco scowled and slammed his book shut. He got up, pushing past her into the kitchen and began rummaging through her cupboards.

She was just about to follow him, grinning as she imagined the monumental mess he was no doubt going to make, when there was a knock on her door. He paused in his search and looked up at her.

“It’s probably one of the Aurors. Hold on.” she said lightly and moved to open the door.

When she did, she froze. Draco appeared behind her.

“Hermione, who is… Oh.” he stopped short.

“Hi.” said Isobel with what Hermione could tell was completely false bravery.

“Hi.” she responded quietly and moved aside, inviting Isobel in.

The three of them stood awkwardly in the lounge room for a few moments and eventually Draco cleared his throat.

“I’m going to go, alright?”

“It’s ok Draco, really…” began Isobel but he waved her down.

“No, it’s fine. You two need to talk and I need to pick up some stuff for dinner so…” he grabbed his cloak and scarf, donning them and making towards the door. He opened it but paused before exiting. He turned and looked at Isobel. “I’m glad you’re here.” he said and disappeared, shutting the door behind him.

Isobel smiled slightly, sat down on the couch and looked up Hermione. She patted the seat beside her and Hermione sat.

“So.” said Isobel, “What’s been happening with you lately?”

Hermione laughed nervously, both pleased and a little fearful that Isobel did not sound angry or upset. “Oh, you know… This and that. Kidnapped last week, so that was fun…”

They both chuckled. After a moment, Hermione found her seriousness again and grasped Isobel’s hand between both of hers. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s actually alright, Hermione. Seriously.” said Isobel firmly but Hermione was not convinced.

“No, it’s not. Please don’t do that. Don’t just pretend. I need you to be honest with me!” she said, almost frustrated.

Isobel frowned and looked down at her hands, “Alright. Yes, I’m upset. And I’m angry.”

“Thank you. For being honest.” said Hermione, feeling crushed.

Isobel sighed, her face crumpling in concentration as she seemed to battle to find the right words. “But, see ,the thing is… That’s alright. I mean… Are you happy?”

“Yes.” replied Hermione without a second thought.

Isobel nodded approvingly, “And I think he is happy… Or else he wouldn’t have stayed here to take care of you…” Hermione did not respond to this, thinking privately that he only stayed because he felt guilty. Isobel continued, “So… It’s alright. Yes I could kick and scream and have a tantrum but what’s the point? I love you and you love him…”

Hermione choked on her own saliva, “You think I love him?!” she laughed, “Isobel, we’ve only been doing this since, I don’t know, New Years? A month. A month! And nothing has even really happened, I really don’t want you to…”

Isobel cut off her ranting with a look, “I don’t care.” she said pointedly, “That’s not what I meant. I love you and I want you to be happy. If you are happy with him, then I will be happy for you.” she said with definitive finality.

Hermione stared at her for a moment, almost lost in her awe at just how mature her friend was capable of being.

After a few seconds of silence, she stood and beckoned Isobel into the kitchen so that she could make them both tea. Isobel followed her without question and once the kettle was filled with water and put on to boil, Hermione turned to her friend, frowning.

“Why didn’t you write back?”

Isobel shrugged, “I wanted to talk in person but I knew Draco would be here and I couldn’t pluck up the courage to come.”

Hermione nodded, “Right…” she turned back to prepare the tea but Isobel stopped her.

“You know, Hermione, I’m not in love with him.”

“What?” asked Hermione, thrown.

“I’m not in love with him.” she repeated, “It’s… it’s a crush, really. I mean, it’s not like I think about him all the time or feel awful about not being with him. That night that I…” her voice faltered before she continued, “That night with the lake, I just felt, I don’t know. Rejected? That’s what tipped me over the edge… But it wasn’t love. And anyway, I know I couldn’t be in love with him.”

“How?” asked Hermione, wishing she possessed the same sense of decisiveness over her own feelings.

“Because if I were in love with him, I would only think of him, wouldn’t I? I wouldn’t be able to think of… Anyone else.” there was a suppressed smile in Isobel’s voice when she said this.

Hermione rounded on her friend and narrowed her eyes, grinning. “Anyone else? You wouldn’t happen to mean a specific person here would you?”

“Maybe.” Isobel said slowly, trying to hide her uncontainable smile behind a curtain of her blonde hair.

“Who?” Hermione demanded.

“I can’t say just yet.” responded Isobel with a shy grin.

Hermione laughed and brandished a teaspoon at her friend threateningly, “Oh no, you can’t do that!! Tell me! Is it Blaise?”

“No!”

“Not Eli…” said Hermione uncertainly, hoping for Padma’s sake that it wasn’t.

“Hermione! No!” cried Isobel, looking affronted, “It’s… It’s one of the Aurors. But I don’t want to say anything just yet! I don’t want to jinx it.”

Hermione gawked at her friend for a moment and then grimaced, “It’s not Tod, is it? That guy’s ridiculous.”

Isobel laughed, “No, it’s not Tod.”

Hermione handed the other girl a mug of tea and they returned to the lounge room. She felt relieved. She had spent so many weeks thinking that this conversation would be so much harder. It was almost too convenient that Isobel should be having feelings for someone else. But then, Hermione could hardly talk considering her own situation with Draco.

She felt happy and safe. The shadow of Harry and his treatment of her was still hanging over her but she felt contented despite it. She’d admitted powerlessness and her mind was finally allowing her to just be happy, to be in the moment. She was so full of joy that Isobel was not upset and was moving on from Draco, that she could barely articulate it. So when the two of them sat down and put their mugs on the coffee table, Hermione drew Isobel into a tight hug that lasted for a long time. Her emotions were so overwhelming that she wanted to weep.

In the back of her mind she was constructing a plan to get Isobel to reveal the identity of this new person so that Hermione could find them and threaten them with violence if they ever hurt her best friend.

But right then, the only things that mattered were that she had Isobel back and there were no longer any barriers between herself and Draco. She finally began to feel as if she could live in something, instead of apart from it. Hermione had felt disconnected and aloof for so long that the feeling was foreign and odd. She felt like she was a part of real love for the first time in many months and it was both beautiful and saddening.

Her and Isobel sat and talked for a while longer, the conversation mostly consisting of Hermione playfully trying to get her friend to talk about her crush and Isobel giggling and refusing to give over any new information. When Draco returned after a while, he wore an uncertain and wary look on his face that suggested he wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he walked in. But he smiled when he saw the two girls talking merrily and the tenseness that seemed to be hanging over the room faded.

Isobel shared another cup of tea with Hermione while Draco banged and clattered around in the kitchen, and then left, promising that she would return for the tovarasi dinner the following day.

“Did that go alright?” asked Draco when Hermione joined him in the kitchen.

“Yeah.” she responded, beaming.

“Feel better now?”

She laughed. “Yeah, I do.”

He did not ask her what was said or what had passed while he’d been out, but simply pushed a few cloves of garlic into her hands and ordered her to dice them. Hermione liked that he didn’t push her to talk about it. He trusted her.

After careful observation, Hermione finally managed to establish that Draco was preparing carbonarra and, when she sat down with him on her couch to eat it, she discovered that it was actually quite nice. He hadn't been lying. He could most certainly cook.

After they finished their dinner and Draco, to Hermione’s shock, had washed up their dishes, they settled down in silence to read. She felt comfortable and warm, cocooned in the atmosphere they had created, sitting quietly beside him as they both buried their noses in books. The flat was quiet but free of tension or uneasiness and Hermione felt almost as if she was drunk with the feeling. She went to bed early and Draco followed soon after, pulling her into their usual position to sleep.

She didn’t resist him. She didn’t feel like she could spend any more time or energy resisting anymore. It was so much more pleasurable to just give in.

The tovarasi arrived the following day at six o’clock and Hermione’s mood from the previous night had not disintegrated in the slightest. She felt her heart filling to burst with emotion just at the sight of them all, her comrades, seeing how happy they all were that she was safe. She felt loved and appreciated, and rather than thinking resentfully of all the times she was not, she just felt grateful that she could experience it in that moment.

She felt as if she could not hug any single member of her tovarasi tighter. Every one of them was adding to her overall feeling of benevolence and love.

There was a pause though, in her good hearted joviality, when her and Draco, once seeing that the guests were assembled comfortably around the lounge room and conversation was not slow, had retreated together to the kitchen. It has been wordless, a silent acknowledgement but nonetheless it had freaked her out just a little.

He was helping her fix refreshments for the tovarasi. As if it were their flat and their guests. He was playing the host to her hostess. It felt odd and Hermione had to pause just to stare at him fetching coke from the fridge for Isobel when she realised it.

But it was a nice sort of odd. The sort of odd she could get used to.

Once they had helped everyone to drinks, Hermione sat down on the floor next to Isobel while Draco stood over by the window. It was at that point, when she was confronted with the possibility of having some real conversation with her friends, that Hermione begun to feel nervous. She was scared they would ask about her time spent with Harry and, despite the fact that she’d spoken about it so many times she felt anesthetized to it, she worried about Ginny and her reaction. It wouldn’t be fair on her if the evening turned into an ongoing analysis of Harry’s behaviour.

She was determined to prevent that and so, with this in mind, she looked up at Padma and Eli who were sitting very close together, “So it’s nice to see you two have finally stopped dabbling in denial!” she said, grinning cheekily.

Padma shot her a mockingly cold stare but Eli laughed, “You know we could see the same about you!” he retorted, shooting a knowing smile at Draco.

Hermione laughed and Draco looked at Blaise with a smirk, “How does it feel being the only bachelor left, Blaise?”

Blaise chuckled from the couch where he was squeezed between Ginny and Luna. “Like I’m on top of the world.” he said, draping an arm over both girls. Ginny threw him off and giggled.

Luna seemed completely unfazed and simply looked at Blaise with a polite kind of interest, “You know I’ve never thought about having sex with you.” she said to him, tilting her head slightly.

The group laughed uproariously at Blaise’s stricken look.

“Oh, but how could you not!” said Juliet from the floor. She adopted an upper-class accent and waved her butterbeer around pretentiously, “He’s so rich and well bred! He’s god’s gift to women!”

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” cried Blaise, looking affronted.

Before Juliet could counter, Draco put his hands up in an effort to quieten the riotous group, “Alright! Alright! Before this gets too out of hand, I wanted to propose a toast!”

Hermione stared up at him as he raised his glass, looked directly at her and said, “To friendship.”

“To friendship!” she echoed with the rest of the tovarasi and rose her cup of tea before taking a sip.

“Oh god, that’s so cheesy, Draco.” said Isobel with a roll of her eyes.

“There’s no cheese without crackers!” said Juliet brightly.

After that, the conversation flowed freely and Draco came to sit beside Hermione on the floor. He tapped her on the knee and spoke into her hair, “Why don’t you put a record on?” his voice was quiet so that only she could hear.

“I can’t. The record player is broken.” she responded, feeling a little stab of sadness at the thought.

Draco inclined his head, directing her to look behind him. When she did, her heart almost stopped.

There, sitting on the spindly table that she had conjured, sat Remus’ old record player.

“How…?” she whispered in awe.

“I had it mended.” he said simply.

Hermione gave a little, joyous cry and launched herself into his body, causing them both to topple backwards into the floor. She planted a kiss squarely on his lips, smiling the whole time.

The group cheered and whistled loudly but Hermione ignored them. Nothing, nothing, could contain her gratitude at that moment. She felt truly blessed that she had this man in her life, someone who had returned one of her most prized possessions to her when she had thought it was lost forever.

She pushed herself off Draco and crawled towards her pile of records, pulling out the Bob Marley record she’d listened to with George so long ago, thinking that nothing would fit the atmosphere of the room and the feelings in her chest any better than that.

Hours later, close to midnight, the tovarasi seemed to be no closer to calming down or leaving, much to Hermione’s delight. Her and Draco sat side by side on the couch, their bodies touching from shoulder to thigh and their hands intertwined. The rest of the tovarasi were draped around her flat, filling the room with chatter and laughter. Hermione was so overcome with emotion that she couldn’t risk speaking as she stared around at her friends and felt Draco’s palm pressed against her own.

Eli and Padma were giggling and talking in the kitchen as they prepared more drinks and food for the group. Luna, Juliet, Isobel and Susan were laying on the Persian rug, all bent over a book and jovially arguing about its contents. These conversations combined with the record playing on her newly repaired record player were making the room feel comfortably full of noise.

Hermione only noticed then that Blaise and Ginny were missing though she had, at no point, seen them leave. She was about to turn to Draco to ask if he’d seen them when he put his hand on her arm and gestured with his head towards the closed balcony door.

And there they were, bundled up in their cloaks, talking out on her balcony. She could only see them through the foot long gap in the curtains but that was view enough. Hermione couldn’t understand what was taking place in front of her eyes. How long had they been out there? And why?

Blaise smiled at something Ginny had said and Ginny laughed at his retort. Something passed between them then Blaise lifted a hand to brush over her cheek. To Hermione’s surprise, Ginny didn’t bat him away but instead put her own hand over the top of his, running her thumb along his knuckles.

Hermione knew the look on Ginny’s face. She’d worn it herself, many times.

She looked back at Draco to find him smiling.

“I’m glad she’s getting over Potter.” he said in a soft voice.

Hermione frowned, “I’m not sure that’s what’s happening there Draco. Ginny’s not like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think she’s distracting. Which is fine, really, if it helps her to feel a little saner. But it worries me. I don’t think Blaise should be led to believe that she might love him and I’m not sure that Ginny’s in the right state of mind to be able to articulate that.”

Draco nodded, “Yes, I suppose that’s true. I’ll have to talk to him.” he suddenly turn his head into her neck and nuzzled at her skin, “See what you’re doing to me? Spending time with you has made me all sentimental.”

Hermione giggled, “Yes, because I’m so sentimental myself…”

“Well, if I can’t blame you, who can I blame?” he whispered and planted a kiss on her jaw line.

She shivered and subconsciously squeezed her legs together. This was the first time that he’d been affectionate with her since she’d woken up, not counting of course the position they slept in, and she was beginning to feel those same thrills of anticipation zapping up and down her spine.

He continued to pepper her neck with kisses before Hermione put a firm hand on his arm. “I think you might have to stop doing that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not entirely sure I can be trusted to remember that there are other people in the room if you persist.” she gave him a meaningful look and he laughed, drawing away from her slightly.

“Ok! I’ll stop.” he said, grinning smugly.

Hermione let out a nervous breath, her eyes skimming over Padma and Eli still giggling in the kitchen. There was something secretive and underhand about the way the two of them touched each other. It wasn’t demonstrative or over the top. Hermione noticed as she watched them that occasionally Padma would brush Eli’s hand with the back of her own and it was so deliberate, so careful but also loving and familiar. She was struck by how differently they all shared intimacy in love. Padma and Eli were quiet about it, sort of sweet in an innocent way. Somehow Hermione couldn’t imagine them having sex; it was almost like thinking about her parents in that light. She knew it probably happened but it felt odd to spend time thinking about it.

Hermione turned her head to look back out at Ginny and Blaise. Their intimacy was flirtatious and electrically charged. It was all in looks and body language, like how Ginny stood with her hips dipped slightly towards Blaise or how he seemed to be deliberately putting himself into her personal space. There was the stance of two attractive people who knew they were attractive and knew the other person thought they were attractive. It was arrogant and Hermione found that she was both jealous of the seductive confidence steaming of both of them and also repulsed by it.

She then looked to her and Draco who were by far more effusive in their affection than the other two couples. Their bodies were in constant contact and when they were not, the two of them moved around each other like it was a carefully choreographed dance. She liked to think there was an air of power in their partnership, of influence. They complimented each other but also stood separately. They would never be ‘Draco and Hermione’ or ‘Hermione and Draco’. That felt all wrong. Like they were one in the same. HermioneandDraco. But they weren’t. They were two clashing entities that sometimes had a chemical reaction that would explode in anger or lust or amusement or affection. That was just them.

It was not until two in the morning that the tovarasi left. Hermione noticed as she said goodbye to them that Blaise and Ginny were keeping very close to each other and she had a feeling that this would not be the end of their night.

Finally, her flat was silent but for the record still playing. But there was something else, a different kind of charge in the air that she couldn’t quite make out. She made her way into the bedroom to find Draco sitting up in bed, looking at her.

Hermione knew then, by the look on his face, that it was not the end of her night either. They would not sleep yet.

Suddenly she felt ill at ease. For the first time, she almost wanted to suggest he go back to Hogwarts.

It felt like one of those defining moments. She could choose one way or the other and both seemed just as terrifying.

But just as Hermione felt herself sinking into analytical thinking, into indecision, a voice spoke in the back of her mind. It told her not to back away now, not when she was so close, so close, to love.

Hermione took two steps forward, paused, and then rushed through the following four. She joined Draco on the bed.

He smiled.

A/N Wow. I did not know I was capable of writing such lovey dovey fluff! Oh well, I felt it was needed. Many 'aws' in this chapter I hope! It's totally not because I might have a man around now... Who's a bit lovely... Shit.

Ariisha - You're adorable. Really. Yes, bitches be crazy. I hated Max too! lol. I hope all your other questions have been answered :)

Crittenz - Haha so I was right! Yay! Thank you, I'm a bit like that too. Don't review unless I'm experiencing an uncontrollable lust for the story :D so now I feel very special. Thank you!!!

FaeChild - Yes. Hermione is FINALLY doing ok. It's so lovely writing her like that too. I feel all warm :D

Talented_Mrs_Lupin - Yeah... Harry's a bit worrying isn't he? I'm glad you liked it :)

Cat - Hehe mmhmm, Draco's lap would be a lovely place to have a cry I think. Thanks for the review lovely!

Aranel - Wow. That makes me feel really touched. I'm sorry that you've been depressed lately but I suppose I'm glad you found some comfort in this story :)

Yes, Draco coming apart. It's right there on the tip of our tongues now isn't it. Rest assured it is a part that will not be skimmed over! xx

anaidra - Hi! Yeah, replying to reviews is sometimes hard! Like now for instance. I've just woken up after a long and interesting evening that may or may not have involved... someone... and that last thing I feel like doing is posting a new chapter and replying to reviews! But then, I do kind of love doing it really. It feels important to me to be able to answers all your questions and thank you all for your ongoing support!

So thank you! xx

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The quote at the beginning of this chapter is from Ani Difranco's song Light of Some Kind. Her music has served as a huge inspiration for this piece. I own nothing. Thanks Ani!
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