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I woke up with a stiff neck. I yawned, feeling for once that I was finally rested enough to continue on with my day. I sat up slowly and looked around, taking in my surroundings. It took me a few moments to remember what I was doing in Harry's office, apparently asleep on his sofa all alone. I grimaced, the events of my day putting a damper on my well rested mood. I looked to the clock, I'd been gone for hours and it was getting dark. I let my face rest in my hands, not wanting to face reality. These last few days had been a living nightmare. I hadn't meant to tell Malfoy I knew it was him, but in my fit of rage it just came out, he could be so arrogant sometimes and it seemed like the only way to prove my point.

I felt awful for forcing him to attend the interrogation of his father. Not only did I receive no useful information whatsoever, but I spent two hours watching him out of the corner of my eye, seeing him writhe in agony. It killed me to watch him suffer at the hand of such a pathetic human being, and what infuriated me even more were Lucius' comments towards him. He had absolutely no right to belittle his son so passively, especially not after what he'd done himself. I couldn't decide what was more frustrating; the fact that I'd been the one to allow Lucius' comments, or the fact that Draco had half a mind to believe him. I rolled my eyes; Draco was entirely thick if he believed his father for even a moment.

I think it took the two contrasting Malfoys in the same room to confirm for me what I already knew. Draco could have easily become his father, but he didn't. I would hardly describe the youngest Malfoy as pure, but he'd done more than enough to redeem himself in my eyes. I'd complicated things so ridiculously the moment I went to the ministry in search of his identity. I didn't regret it, but I almost wished I could fast forward a few days, so I wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath of my argument with Draco.

I stood up, appreciating the stiffness in my limbs as I stretched. I'd spent the last few weeks wishing for something to happen, so I wouldn't be so stuck in the case. Now I was overwhelmed with the amount of work I knew I'd have to do. The developments in the case weighed heavily on my mind, however I was just slightly more concerned with how my work dynamic would change. I wondered if Draco would stop taking the polyjuice potion. Part of me desperately wanted him to, simply so I could explore my attraction to him further. Perhaps it would crush any hope of physical attraction and force me to move on, at least in that regard. The trouble was, I was too curious for my own good. I hardly remembered what Malfoy looked like. The last time I'd really taken a second glance at him was during the war. He was covered in dirt and looked positively ghastly, just as most of us did. I couldn't even begin to picture him in any other way. I'd never tried to imagine Draco before, probably because the thought alone was foul, but now I had a desire to really see him.

I was worried that I would find him attractive, maybe even become infatuated with him. I was already beginning to care about him, and I was entirely attracted to the way he put his words together to eloquently. His intelligence was alluring because it challenged my own, drawing me closer to him in a strangely fascinating way. I was attracted to Draco, that I knew for sure, but really seeing him physically would tip the boat for me, it would let me know whether or not I could stand to be around him without getting completely distracted. I paced slowly around Harry's office, glad that he'd given me the password a few months back. Harry was never at work anymore, not with Ginny at home.

I exhaled sharply, preparing myself to go back home. I knew I'd have to face Draco and he'd likely be angry when I got there. I tried to anticipate his questions, but I wasn't entirely sure what he'd want to know, or how he'd approach the situation. One thing was for sure though; if he tried to avoid me again I would confront him. I couldn't stand the awkward silences and the strained conversation that stood between us when he was in a foul mood. If he wanted to avoid this, I would make it incredibly difficult for him to do so.

I decided against flooing back home, walking instead. It would take a lot longer, but I needed the air to clear my head. Somewhere deep down I definitely wanted to prolong my conversation with Malfoy as much as I possibly could. Confrontation was not my strongest suit. I didn't fear it, but I wasn't fond of the angry tears that prickled in my eyes when I got passionate about something. I would blame my womanly hormones for that.

I set a brisk pace down the street, glad that I'd been wearing my travelling cloak when we'd fought considering the bitter cold air. The wind seemed to sting my lungs, threatening to freeze me from the inside out. It was an enjoyable pain. It made me feel like my emotions were grounded, as though they were tangible. I let myself relax as I continued down the familiar path to my flat, allowing myself headspace to ponder my instincts on the attack.

I'd come to the conclusion that Rabastan had been waiting outside the burrow for a reason and it wasn't to attack. Whether or not he was seeking Draco was unclear, but I didn't think he'd gotten what he wanted. The way that Draco described the ambush on him was precise. Rabastan was confused briefly, which was why Draco had the opportunity to hex him in the first place. He was clearly expecting someone else, someone he would recognize. I mulled over that in my head some more, trying to grasp his reasoning. I cursed myself for wanting Draco's input, wondering when I had stopped being self-sufficient.

I let my thoughts consume me, becoming less and less aware of my surroundings as I continued toward my flat, lost in speculation.

"Expelliarmus!" My wand flew from my fingers, where I'd been twisting it idly. I spun around, cursing myself for my lack of preparedness. I squinted into the darkness, trying to sense my opponent.

"Stupefy!" Shouted a different voice. I ducked the curse narrowly, horrified to realize that I'd been ambushed. My heart hammered loud as I decided my course of action. I tried to apparate, but they'd casted an antiapparition spell, I was trapped.

"Confringo!" I ducked and rolled, but the size of the explosion was too large. I toppled to the ground, pain shooting up my left leg and ribcage. I yelped in upon impact, but no noise came out, one of them had silenced me. Air began to drag through my lips faster. The throbbing in my leg wasn't helping my concentration.

"You blithering idiot!" Hissed one of the voices. "You can't just go casting a blasting curse without causing a ruckus!" He whispered violently.

"Legilimens!" Hissed the same voice, his wand pointed down at me. I focused hard, thankful for the lessons in occlumency that Harry had given me a few years back.

"Move her over there; we can't just stand in the middle of the street!" The other voice growled.

"Who made you boss?" The other argued, but took hold of my right leg, gripping it with enough force to cut off my circulation. I wanted to scream out in searing pain as my limp and leg dragged across cement, contorted in an unnatural way. I tried to protest against his grip, but it only convulsed my body in further discomfort.

"I told you she'd be skilled in occulmency you oaf!" Hissed a voice. They were both in death eater masks, standing over me looking at each other, I tried to take the opportunity to move my arm in the right direction to accio my wand, but without even glancing at me he stepped on my fingers. I heard a snap before I felt it, my body writhing in agony beneath the two men.

"Scorgify!" One man whispered, apparently cleaning evidence of my attack from the pavement. I felt grass beneath me and from what I could tell we were still in the same vicinity, perhaps hidden by brush. My body protested its position as I endured a fit of spasms. The death eater rolled his eyes at me as I fought tears.

"Petrificus Totalus!" He mumbled lazily, the spell was weak, but effective. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. I ignored the dull throbbing sensations of broken bones and tried to focus on their conversation. Their distraction was clear, they didn't have a plan and I would have to use that to my advantage. I could already feel the body binding curse slowly being lifted. I didn't move a muscle.

"Well how do you think we should get it from her?" The taller death eater spat.

"Like this, Crucio!" My body felt as though it was being contorted in all angles, pain quivering through me, ricocheting to my core. I screamed out, apparently no longer being silenced.

"Who's the traitor selling us out mudblood!" He sneered down at me, "Give us his name and we won't make you suffer." He spat. I searched my brain for the briefest moment, deciding the best course of action. I gathered all the inner strength I had left and summoned my wand wordlessly in a split second. I stunned them both in their moment of confusion with a flick of my wrist. I glanced around, seeing that I was far enough away from the original attacking place to apparate. I knew it was risky in this condition, but I had no other choice. I focused all the energy that was slowly slipping me out of consciousness to focus on St. Mungo's letting the pinching in my stomach take me there.

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I sat in the dining room of the burrow giving in to exhaustion once again. It had been a long three days. The attack on the burrow was my fault and I knew it. Guilt weighed heavily on my conscious, even Harry had a hard time forgiving me for letting the aurors go. It wasn't like I wanted my family to be attacked, like that git Evan's tried to tell everyone. I was tired of Hermione and Harry hogging up the headlines with all their good deeds though, I wanted to at least prove that I could protect my own bloody family. I'd failed miserably at that too.

I'd failed at a lot of things recently and I was starting to regret my actions. It had been four years since the accident that changed my entire life and I really needed to stop letting it control me. I felt entirely left behind. I helped out George, running the shop, but other than that I hadn't made any advancements in my life. Ginny and Harry certainly seemed to rub it in my face, first with their marriage and now with the extension of our family. Subconsciously I supposed I'd always taken a bit of pleasure in the fact that Hermione's life was at a stand-still as well. For the last four years she'd buried herself in work. It was no secret that she had absolutely no prospective love life. I guess at some point, I expected us to work out, like we were supposed to.

I'd always love her, I mean she was Hermione, however I never really thought about seeing her with another guy until recently. I grimaced, Evans was bloody obnoxious. He was proper and uptight and downright rude sometimes, not to mention the fact that everyone seemed to overlook the small detail of him being a death eater. I gritted my teeth at the idea of Hermione being with someone like that. I thought back to Christmas, feeling stupid for letting the aurors go. Really I'd sabotaged myself. I wanted to talk to Hermione about her job and maybe even the possibility of us if she really wasn't seeing that Evans bloke. I didn't think that I would be affected by the pictures of the two of them in the prophet; unfortunately they made me blindingly jealous. In a way I felt like I deserved her way more than he did, considering the fact that I'd battled alongside her for so many years. He just waltzes in though, dark mark practically still burning, sweeping her off her feet, reprimanding me. It wasn't fair, though nothing seemed to be fair lately.

I glanced to the family clock. In the four years that I'd been alone it became a habit to watch the clock, it was almost comforting. My Mum took the liberty of adding Hermione and Harry to it right after the war and I was never more thankful for that than after we broke up. I used to sit at the table for hours, fighting the urge to owl Hermione, my curiosity nearly always getting the best of me. I'd watch the clock, seeing her move from work to travelling to home, over and over again. It gave me a small sense of comfort, knowing that she was safe and frankly that she wasn't out having any fun. I hardly ever watched it anymore, but tonight I was letting my jealousy get the best of me. She'd been travelling for a while, and I could only assume she was on a walk.

I sighed, retrieving something to eat before sitting back down. I needed to either get Hermione back or move on because this jealousy thing wasn't suiting for me. I was nearly positive she wouldn't fall for a bloody death eater, on the other hand she always surprised me. I couldn't believe he'd actually accused me of purposely putting her in danger, if anything he should have been the one getting questioned. I frowned taking a large bite of whatever it was that mum had fixed when I noticed the movement of the clock once more. I sighed in relief as I watched the small picture of Hermione move towards the place marked home. I frowned again when I realized that Dominick would probably be there waiting for her. I cursed the ministry for that living situation. Certainly Kingsley could have thought of something that wasn't so fucking crude. I hardly had time to sulk when I watched her face move past home and settle on Mortal Peril.

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I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Granger knew who I was. It didn't take me long to figure out just exactly when she'd found out either. I was sure she'd known before our visit with Lucius or she wouldn't have silenced him. She did it for my pride. As conflicted as my feelings were about that particular instance, I focused on other things. Right after our fight I flooed to the ministry, using my standing as case manager to find out that she'd accessed the archives instead of seeing Weasley that night like she'd said.

As confusing, overwhelming and warranted all my feelings were, I wasn't surprised. I hadn't given her enough credit. Granger was a smart girl and she was not by any extension of the mind patient. I should have known that she would have taken matters into her own hands. I was almost surprised she hadn't done it sooner. As unscathed as I was by her snooping, I was confused by her reaction to my identity.

Learning my name only seemed to solidify her belief that I was in fact a decent human being. I wasn't sure if her judge of character pleased me or infuriated me. My feelings were entirely conflicted. I knew that I didn't deserve her, however I was selfish enough to overlook that if it meant that I could in fact have her.

This of course brought me to an entirely new set of issues. This new development only complicated my emotions towards her. Before I had absolutely no justifiable reason to pursue her, I hadn't even considered it as an option. Now I had to ask myself if things were any different, clearly she cared about me, if her words didn't say it her passion would have. Lurking in the dark, pining for her was simply not my style, Malfoy's got what they wanted. Before she was unattainable, this new information certainly changed things.

Part of me wanted to completely reject my thoughts and urges, but I couldn't find a reason to. Granger was annoying, obnoxious, persistent and she irritated me to no end, this hadn't changed, but in the same breath, I would have to live with her regardless of my attraction to her. It seemed like no matter what way I looked at the situation I was stuck with Granger, whether or not I was miserable however seemed to be within my control. I'd decided that I wanted her. I, Draco Malfoy wanted Hermione Granger. I shuddered at the thought, it felt wrong, but at the same time pleasing.

I had to question my own motives several times over. I wondered if my stress was impairing my judgment, if perhaps my dry spell had an effect on my feelings. I came to the decision after much contemplation that they only intensified my need for her. Granger herself had laid the foundation for the guilty attraction, had I not been raised to hate her, the idea of us would be even more alluring. I supposed I made up my own mind about whether or not I could even think to pursue her when I became aware that I too…cared about her.

I allowed myself a bit of relief by babbling at my mother, going through my own thoughts aloud over and over, censoring very little for her benefit. Of course she sat there somewhat contemplative, sipping on her tea, interjecting her thoughts every once in a while. I had half a mind to hope that my mother would forbade such thoughts of Granger, making my mind up for me, but she did no such thing. She didn't like the hold that the witch had over me, but neither did I. She made it perfectly clear that I was never to see Lucius again, no matter what the situation, but went on to encourage me to speak with Granger on these matters. Unfortunately every time Granger and I even began a somewhat emotional discussion she ended up in tears, stomping away. I shuddered at the thought of even attempting to revisit these lustful thoughts, much less voicing them aloud to Granger herself.

I left my mother's after nightfall, wondering what waited for me at Granger's flat. I knew she would be angry, and she would certainly reprimand me for my comments after what I presumed was a long time spent thinking about them. She'd be sitting in the study, waiting to verbally assault me until I was at my breaking point again. I sighed, I was a nutter for even beginning to think that a relationship was a decent idea.

To my dismay I couldn't find Granger when I got back, she apparently wasn't home yet. I tried to keep myself calm, remembering the results of the last time I'd lashed out at her for being late. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't in my nature to just wait for something to happen. I tried my best to clear my mind, even relax a little, but it was short lived. I didn't wait long; once again I found myself owling Potter, demanding to know where Granger was. I'd just sent the parchment when a loud thud came from the fireplace.

"HERMIONE!" Ronald Weasley looked like complete shit. His eyes were buggering out of their sockets as he scrambled to his feet, continuing to holler for Granger, holding what appeared to be a large wall clock. He'd certainly gone off the deep end. I bit back a laugh at his disheveled appearance, too mentally exhausted to mock him properly.

"She's not here." I spat in his direction. He dropped the clock, letting it clatter to the floor as he drew his wand, pointing it at me. My stance was casual, despite his intended threatening posture. I smoothly took out my own wand, not bothering to point it at him.

"Where is she?" He growled, his skin tinting puce.

"I should be asking you the same thing; I haven't seen her in hours." I replied. Despite my attitude, the weight of my words had me questioning his panicked entrance. He seemed distraught for a moment, like he was deciding what to do next before he lunged for the clock again, staring at it with wide eyes. My heart began to palpitate unnaturally, worry getting the best of me.

"She's blood dying!" He shouted, thrusting the enchanted object at me. I could have wrapped my fingers around his throat contently with the proximity he had to my face, but I begrudgingly ignored my urges once more. I observed the peculiar clock, trying to understand its abilities. There were nearly a dozen hands on it, most of which pointed to a spot called "home". It didn't take me long to understand its purpose, it told Weasley where each of his family members were. I grimaced, momentarily displeased that Granger was on his clock, biting back a stalker remark when I realized what he'd told me. Just when I fixed my eyes on the tiny animated picture of Granger's face it started to move. My chest began to ache in anticipation as it settled on the mark called "Hospital".

"Bloody hell I knew I shouldn't have left her with you!" Ron shouted, but I ignored him completely, shoving him aside as I flooed. He nearly landed on top of me in the fireplace at St. Mungo's, but I couldn't have cared less, I was only focused on finding her.

"I'm looking for Hermione Granger." I demanded of the secretary. She dismissed me with a hand before speaking.

"She's with the healers, she only got here a minute ago, it'll be a while." She looked up at me giving me a strangely sympathetic look. I had no patience for her antics.

"What happened?" I seethed.

"I'm not able to give you that information sir." She responded dryly. With a flick of my wand I summoned my ministry parchments, declaring my position in the case. If she resisted me even a moment longer I would search her mind.

"It's urgent ministry business." I spat. She plucked the parchment from me, scrutinizing it briefly before complying.

"She apparated in a few minutes ago. It looked like she had a broken arm and leg, maybe a concussion. She splinched herself trying to get here, it was pretty severe." She spoke quietly. I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. She'd been attacked. My head was throbbing as I urged the woman in front of me to provide me with more information.

"You'll have to speak with her medi-witch, you'll find her on the sixth floor, those papers should get you access." She muttered. I wasted no further time with the secretary, sprinting up the staircase to the sixth floor. I was only faintly aware of the thudding footsteps that kept falling further and further behind me. I was thankful at this particular moment that Weasley was out of shape as I continued to the desk I was seeking.

"I need the information on Hermione Granger." I demanded, smacking the parchment on the healer's desk. She raised an eyebrow at me before proceeding.

"We don't know much." She started. "It appears that she was objected to the Cruciatus. She has several broken bones. She's got a mild concussion. Our main focus at the moment is to contain the damage of the splinching. She in that room over there, you can see her when they're finished."

I was barely aware of my body moving. I was infuriated at the thought that someone had placed her under an unforgivable. I wouldn't settle for anything less than seeing her at this moment. I needed to know that she was okay. The door to the ward wouldn't budge against me. I persisted with magical force, but it still wouldn't open.

"Fucking hell." I barked, throwing my foot against the wall in frustration. I had to get to her.

"We're almost finished Mr. Evans, please take a seat." A healer asked me, but I stood rooted to my spot, unable to move. I would find the person that caused her this pain and make them suffer, there was no doubt about that. Even with my conviction in mind I couldn't ease my anxiety. She would be alright, I knew that, but it didn't make the wait any easier.

"Where the hell was she?" Weasley grumbled. "Why was she alone? Isn't the point of this case to keep her safe, sodding death eaters." He mumbled, almost talking to himself as he paced the small waiting room.

"It could be an hour before either of us can see her, make yourself useful and get Potter, I want him to find who did this, right now." I growled at him. Getting Weasley out of my face at this particular moment was important. I was sure Granger wouldn't be happy with me if she woke to find her sodding ex in the next ward.

"Why don't you go get him?" The belligerent Weasley snapped. I had half a mind to hex him and roll him to the nearest fireplace but I refrained.

"I can't get through his wards, I'm assuming you can. Stop being a self-righteous, ignorant idiot and get Potter!" I snarled. He stood there for a moment, trembling with anger obviously trying to retort back in some way.

"What the bloody hell is your problem Evans? Shouldn't you be the one chasing after the death eaters, isn't this your case? Leave Hermione to the people that actually care about her." He was breathing heavily, clearly still exhausted from running up the flights up stairs. I was so close to causing him physical pain that it was giving me a headache.

"Get Potter." I repeated through gritted teeth, hoping that for his sake he would comply.

"I'm only going because I know she'll want to see us." His words followed him to the fireplace, where I watched him engulf in green flames.

The tightening in my chest wouldn't subside as I waited. I had never considered myself to be a patient person, however this was certainly trying on my self control. The silence of the small room was mind numbing and heart wrenching. Knowing that Granger was just past the double doors gave me no comfort. My stomach twisted painfully in knots as I wiped cold sweat from my forehead. I couldn't think, I could barely breathe. The thought of losing Granger in any way suddenly seemed completely unbearable. She was one of two people in the world that knew me and liked me. The weight of that thought was enough to infuriate me. I was angry at myself for allowing her long absence without so much as checking in on her. A twinge of guilt reminded me that I hardly deserved her if I couldn't even keep her safe.

As hard as I tried, I couldn't ignore the ruckus to my left where Potter and his wife stepped from the fireplace simultaneously, followed by a slew of other gingers. Potter approached me giving me a stern look.

"Something's gone awry with the aurors." He said without any amusement in his tone. Until that particular moment I had forgotten that it wasn't my sole responsibility to look out for Granger. The aurors should have been following her as well. Feeling that familiar urge to hurl my fist into Potters face I gritted my teeth.

"They didn't even get the signal that she left." He continued. I shook my head holding up my hand. The anger coursing through me had found a new target.

"I'm agitated enough Potter." I warned. "Find out what happened and come back to me with answers." I hissed.

"Sod off Evans, this is your fault too!" The barking voice of Weasley piped a few feet over. I couldn't control myself any longer, my wand found its way to his temple so quickly that I had barely registered I was moving.
"Weasley I've warned you for the last time—

"Enough." Potter interjected, shoving his ginger sidekick to the left. I was nearly satisfied with the look of betrayal Weasley wore on his features when there was a small cough behind me. I spun around, facing the healer that had apparently just emerged from behind the double doors.

"She is asking for you Mr. Evans." I didn't bother understanding the muffled words of the woman I was passing to get to Granger's side. I heard the faint objections of Weasley behind me, but I completely blocked it out. Absolutely nothing other than Granger's well being was important to me at this moment.

Her bushy hair was tangled across the pillowcase. Her left hand lay across her flat stomach, her right arm tucked stiffly to her side. Her legs were both pointed perfectly straight and I wondered if magic was holding them in place. She looked so tiny laying here. I hadn't noticed how the exhaustion had paled her complexion, darkening the circles under her eyes. I cursed myself, feeling guilty for letting her over work herself to this point. Finally I looked at her expression.

She wore a small smile, her eyes staring intently into mine as though she'd been expecting me. I opened my mouth to speak, but I had absolutely nothing to say. I'd spent over thirty minutes in the hall, worrying about her and yet I didn't know how to possibly convey to her in that moment how I felt. It had been gut-wrenching waiting, wondering if she was alright. I was livid at the death eaters for going anywhere near her. I was angry with myself for not paying any attention to where she was going. I was irritated that bloody Weasley had been the one to tell me. Above all of my anger though, I was entirely relieved that she was with me in this room, her chest rising and falling with each slow breath.

"I was thinking…" Her voice was raspy, but hearing it soothed me even further. Just being in her presence calmed me. I stared at her intently, standing a few feet from her where I had entered the room, hanging on her words.

"Of course you were." I muttered, shaking my head. She ignored me.

"We should go on a date." She said perfectly seriously. I stared at her incredulously. This was close to the last thing I had expected her to say. I thought she would tell me to leave, maybe ask for Potter or Weasley. I expected that she would be tired and angry with me for the fight we'd had before she left. I was prepared to apologize to her. Leave it to Hermione Granger to once again leave me at a complete loss of words.

I didn't even begin to question her logic although I was almost entirely sure that she had a long speech about just exactly why we should go on a date and was ready to refute any objection I could make. The trouble was I didn't want to say no. If this experience didn't spell out in big bold letters that I cared about Hermione Granger than absolutely nothing would. I was going to give in to her. I didn't care if I was being selfish. I didn't care that I probably didn't deserve her. If she wanted to go on a date with me, I would certainly not be the one to object.

I almost wondered if her concussion was affecting her mind, but decided better than to ask her. I was tired of sabotaging myself. The sincerity burning in her expression was enough to make up my mind. I tried to think of some way to express to her that I cared, that I was worried. I couldn't find the right words to tell her that I'd realized I definitely cared about her. I didn't know how to explain that even though she was the most irritating woman on the planet, she was fascinating. My pride wouldn't allow me to tell her that I cared about her, nor that I was attracted to her, even like this. Granger had a way of clouding my thoughts, and even though I was positive that would have to hear her riveting explanation of how she came to this conclusion either way, I hoped that my one word answer would appease her for the time being.

"Okay."

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Hey everyone okay, so I think I may owe you all an explanation. First of all, Ron's POV will not be a regular thing. I added it in because I thought it helped show his perspective on the attack and his feelings and whatnot because despite what I've written so far this won't be an entirely Ron-bashing fic. Secondly: This is probably the mushiest you will EVER see Draco so don't get too used to it. I could have elaborated his thoughts so much more, which would have answered what I assume will be most of your questions, however he was thinking frantically so his thoughts and feelings will be explored and justified in later chapters.

Third: No Hermione has not gone insane, and there is actually a very logical explanation behind her proposal. I chose to end this chapter at this point because in order to understand where she's coming from you'll need to hear how she came to this conclusion from her POV, also I like to keep you all on your toes.

So I hope you all don't think this is too fluffy or frivolous, everything that happened will make sense and tie into the plot later. Your reviews have been wonderful they literally make my day! Please read and review, and keep in mind everything I just mentioned! I'll update soon.

-Onalee