A/N Mention to Princess Sammi. Yes, you called it with BH and her even more evil ways. Again, I swear you're psychic.

So, are they going to do what we have been screaming at them to do?

Broomstick was a fast way to travel and for that Imogen was grateful. She was back at the castle within thirty minutes, thanking Alice as she ran into the building. She looked everywhere for Constance, eventually finding her in the principals office sorting out files.

"We need to talk."

Constance was shocked to see Imogen, she had thought she would be gone for a few days at least.

"We have said everything we need to say. If you'll excuse me I am very busy."

Before she could leave, Amelia and Davina, who had been hovering around outside burst in.

"Oh no you don't. She's right. You two need to talk and you are going to stay in this room until you have done so."

Constance was getting angry. This was hard enough without being forced to be in a room with Imogen not being allowed to touch her. She was barely stopping herself from breaking down and begging for the woman she loved to love her back.

"You seem to forget my powers."

She was powerful. more than the other two witches separately. Not combined though and Constance seemed to have forgotten that. Quickly Amelia and Davina cast a spell that would prevent either woman leaving the room until the spell had been removed. Once that was done they went to exit the office themselves, although Davina stuck her head back to say one more thing.

"You can leave when you stop being a pair of idiots."

Despite trying the door and even the windows, Constance had to concede, she was stuck. It was pointless trying to use her magic. It wouldn't work.

"Am I that bad that you can't bear to stay in a room with me? Is it that hard to talk to me?" Imogen would have laughed it it hadn't been so serious or sad.

It wasn't hard, it was impossible. It was all she wanted in the world and she couldn't have it.

"You and I Constance, we've been making mistakes."

The witch looked at the ceiling. She knew this, she had made so many mistakes over the years what was the point in dwelling on this one.

Imogen continued, seeing the turmoil in the dark eyes that were refusing to meet hers.

"You know, I had a thought on the way back here. If people were watching us or this was a book they would be screaming at us to do one simple thing. Communicate."

Constance still wasn't looking at who was talking to her. In fact she was pacing the room and trying not to cry.

"I don't know what you or the others expect. We were never truly married. We had to end the charade eventually. What can you possibly say to change things?"

"I love you."

At last it was out there. Imogen flopped on the chair as the words left her mouth, feeling relief as well as fear. She watched nervously as Constance stopped moving and stared back at her, eventually finding her voice.

"You don't mean that. Amelia has told you I'm leaving and you are both trying to stop me."

This wasn't strictly the case, Imogen had barely spoken to the principal. It was almost true though.

"I certainly do not want you to leave, not when I am in love with you. Constance, I love you more than anyone in the entire world. I may be wrong but somehow, I feel that you love me too. Please don't give up on us. Together we can have everything we want."

It was too much to bear. Constance broke down in tears. Everything she wanted was right in front of her but it was just out of reach, held away by Broomhead. What did she have to lose by confessing?

"I do love you Imogen. I love you so much, but I can't be with you because I'm poison, I'm dangerous. I cannot let anything happen to you. I"m not worth it. I don't deserve you and because, because…."

Imogen was already holding her. "Because of Broomhead. Constance, I know. Well, I think I've pieced it together, with some help. She drugged me and she knows that we were lying to her. I'm going to guess she's been threatening you."

That was it exactly. The shock made Constance stop sobbing. "How did you know?"

Kissing the dark hair Imogen whispered. "It doesn't matter sweetie. I know now and thankfully we can stop all this madness. You deserve love and so much more. I promised your mother I would care for you and there is no way I will let her down. Or you, I will fight for you no matter what because you are the woman I love more than my own life."

She pulled Constance over to sit on Amelia's worn old couch, holding her tightly as the witch confessed everything that had happened, the threats to them both and the decision that she had made to sacrifice her powers.

"Well, that's not going to happen." Imogen was devastated at the pain that the person she loved was in.

Wiping her eyes Constance sighed, everyone seemed to be missing one key point. "Yes it will. We are not really married. The witches council will know that and they will take my powers regardless."

For someone who was so intelligent, Constance could be very dim at times.

"We are in fact 'really married'. We had an official ceremony, we had witnesses and we have a certificate. We also have these." She paused to kiss the ring that was still on Constance's left hand.

"The only thing that was missing at the time was love. We have that now. I more than love you, I adore you and if you only love me half as much they can't do anything to us. We can go to see the witches council as soon as possible, pre-empt Broomhead. She only played part of the recording, I also said how much I was in love with you. She is the poison. You are perfection. Stay with me. Call off the divorce. Be my wife."

Everything she had ever wanted had suddenly come right into her reach and for once Constance was going to with her emotions and grab it. She didn't need words or to consider her options logically. She simply needed an action.

She leaned over and kissed Imogen, not the practice kind they had shared previously but a proper, full kiss. She wanted to convey her thankfulness, her awe and most of all her love. Eventually she broke the kiss and whispered.

"I am already your wife and I love you more than I can say."

Suddenly being trapped in the room didn't seem so bad. Imogen could have stayed kissing her love for hours but there were still issues that needed to be resolved.

"So you will call off the divorce?"

Constance nodded gleefully, sneaking in for another kiss, wanting to make sure this was real. As soon as they confessed their feelings she began to remember what it was like to have hope and she was determined to turn that hope into something real.

"You do realise we skipped over the part where we were girlfriends?" Imogen laughed as she sneaked a kiss herself.

"Is that a bad thing? We can always think of the last few months as an unusual courtship." Constance thought her logic was flawless. A courtship was supposed to help you decide you wanted to marry someone. They may have done it backwards but she wanted to be married to this person more than anything.

"Imogen, this isn't just lust or gratitude. Over the past few months I've told you things I have never shared with another person. What's more I've had fun with you. You make me feel like my old self again. Why would I not want to marry my best friend?"

It was Imogen's turn to shed some tears now. "That's what I have always wanted. A partner who is also my best friend. I've finally found it and no evil witch is taking it from me."

After some more time spent kissing, cuddling and planning, the office door slowly opened. What Amelia found make her heart soar. Could they have finally talked things through? She didn't need to ask. The smiles said it all.

"So, am I speaking to a happy couple?"

Constance blushed a little as she answered. "You are. We do however have a couple of things to do to ensure that happiness lasts forever."

A/N 2. Two more chapters to go. I decided to split what happens with BH into a separate chapter and then we'll have an epilogue of sorts.