Breaking, Healing, Releasing

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Draco Malfoy nor any other characters from the Harry Potter series. They belong to J.K Rowling.

This is the final chapter of Unforgivable Lust. I am, however, making a sequel. So keep an eye out for that if you are a fan of this story. It will be called "Unforgettable Love" a very play-on title to the first.

Ariana felt the moist, thick air touch her skin before anything else. It filled her nostrils with a lavender scent. It was comforting and she hadn't felt this relaxed and soothed in what seemed like forever.

Her eyes were heavy from sleeping for such a long time. Her eyes opened slowly to see a lot of white. She lay on a white sheeted bed that was big and soft. There were no covers, but even still she was warm.

She brought herself up slowly to see she was wearing a thick white bath robe with nothing on underneath. Bandages were in so many places all over her body they might as well have wrapped her up completely. She could see old cuts had completely healed and left faint-if not any-scars.

She looked around to see several tables that looked like masseuse tables, along with a hot spring looking tub in the centre of the room with steam rising.

Classic bamboo type plants were strategically placed around the room. She wondered if she had fallen into a spa.

She carefully lifted herself off the bed and started walking slowly towards the wooden door. Just as she was about to open it, it swung open, Draco now standing in her wake.

Ariana felt herself gasp and her heart pick up speed. She backed up into the room.

"Ariana-"

"No, I thought I got away. I thought I escaped!" She felt the useless tears fill her eyes as she looked around for something to defend herself with.

"What are you talking about? You did escape. It's me Ariana. It's Draco." He stepped towards her, his palms raised, worry written on his face.

"Like hell. Keep away from me." She looked around frantically for another door, but couldn't see one. Draco looked on at her, confused at how she couldn't recognize him.

"I'm not Harold. I swear. Can't you see?" And then he stopped suddenly, a realization dawning on him. "He used polyjuice potion…" Horror filled his eyes. Ariana looked at him with confusion, unsure what to think. She then saw what she had never seen either Draco do: cry. Tears trickled down his face. He collapsed to his knees and stared at the ground before her. "Oh Ariana, I'm so sorry I wasn't there sooner." He lowered his head, as his body tensed in his jagged breathing.

Ariana took a step toward him, and then another. Very cautiously, she knelt in front of him.

"It was really you I saved from drowning. You were coming to get me." Ariana's voice was soft, but somehow, he had heard it and nodded gently. She brought a hand up slowly and touched his cheek lightly. Draco looked up at her and slowly leaned toward her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in gently. Ariana accepted and hugged him back, almost forgetting what it was like to be treated normally.

"I'm sorry for everything Ariana. For making you a slave, for treating you the way I have, for letting them take you. I'm sorry for the impression that happened with Blaise when he wasn't himself. I swear to you, it's only ever been you." Ariana nodded into his shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, simply hugging in the misty air.

When they parted, Draco took a deep breath and held her hands.

"Ariana, I release you."

"You what?"

"I release you. You're no longer my servant. Neither are any of the other girls. I set them all free. I sent them home, they're memories slightly askew of course so they don't remember magic, or our location, or any of the people. I can do that for you too. I can make you forget."

Ariana thought about the relief that would bring. To not remember Harold, or the slavery or even magic. To go back to her normal life. But then she realized that would mean she wouldn't remember Draco. As well as her old life had already been wiped clean anyway.

"Draco, I don't want to forget. I do however, want a new life. I want a life that is mine. I want to learn magic. I still want to know you too, but after what has happened, I don't know if I can be…with you again."

She could see his heart breaking, the complete hurt in his eyes.

"I will do whatever I can for you Ariana. I love you, and I will be around as long as you want me around. I can help you with the magic, and I can find a place for you." Ariana felt her ears perk as she heard him say I love you. She saw the shock written on his face, as he realized himself that he said it.

"Thank you Draco. And I love you too."

….

The clothes Ariana had bought with Cora were in her room when she finally made her way back to it for the first time. They were now all folded neatly and nicely in a luggage trunk. She didn't link any of the clothes to Cora somehow, and didn't mind wearing them. She looked around her room, remembering all the nights she had spent in it. It all seemed to alien and strange now.

Even the house seemed different. Slaves were no longer seen everywhere. Instead, there was hired help, no misery or anger in their faces. They were simply happy having a job to do.

Her old wardrobe from cleaning she had folded and left in a pile on the bed, unsure of what to do with them. She felt a small smile curl on her lips, happy that this was no longer going to be her life.

She had flashes of what happened at Harold's but she found herself blocking out her memory almost completely. It was hard to believe that it had only been a week ago she had been there, and yet she hardly remembered a thing. It wasn't from any spell, but simply her mind not willing to remember. She was completely okay with that.

She took one last glance around the room and wheeled her cart out into the hall.

In the front entrance of the mansion, Draco and Blaise were waiting for her, talking quietly.

Blaise smiled widely at her and wrapped an arm around her in a half hug. Ariana smiled back, starting to like Blaise more and more as the days past.

"Are you ready for this?"

"I am." Draco smiled at her and took her hand. She smiled back and for a moment they simply stared into each other's eyes. She recalled the other night when she was sleeping in the spa room, feeling some odd aches and pains in her knees when the door had opened.

She saw that it was Draco, looking a little anxious.

"Draco? What's wrong?" He walked over to her quietly and sat at the edge of her bed.

"I'm sorry Ariana. I'm just having trouble not…being with you. I had hoped when I got you back, in some way, I was hoping you would want to be with me. To live with me, to marr-…to be with me."

Ariana let out a slow sigh.

"I can't Draco. I really can't. I can't bear the thought of being in the same bed as someone let alone actually carry out a relationship. You need to let me do this."

"I know. I know." He said almost impatiently. "I just wish I could have done more."

"You're already doing so much for me. Draco, I want you hear with me. I want to be near you. But…"

"I know. I understand. Maybe one day…" his eyes glinted with hope. He leaned in close to her and brushed his lips against hers. He lingered there for a moment, remembering how it felt to kiss her. She felt warm and good. He wanted nothing more than to keep kissed her over and over and then hold her through the night, keeping her safe. He didn't like leaving her alone. He pulled back, her eyes fluttering open.

"Maybe one day." Ariana didn't know if she could ever be together with Draco again, and right now, that's not what she was thinking about. She wanted to create a life for herself first.

"I love you Ariana." He put his hand over hers. "Things are changing. For the better I hope." He then got up and headed for the door.

"I love you too Draco."

She looked into Draco's eyes now, happy to see she had a true friend which she felt like she hadn't had in a long time. Despite everything, the abuse and the slavery, she found she could trust him and was happy to see that things really were changing for the better.

"Time to start your life Ariana." He whispered, preparing to apparate with her.

She felt a knot in her stomach, with the prospect of starting over.

What started out as an unforgivable lust, turned into an opportunity of wondrous adventure.

No matter what had happened in the past, she was ready for the future.

Ariana was not a slave anymore, she was a wizard.

End

So that is the end. The reason for me turning this into a sequel-which some of you might have guessed- is because this story was about a girl who is a slave for Draco. Because she is not that anymore I decided it was best to turn it into a new story. I hope you all keep reading what comes next, and thank you so much for giving my writing a chance and for giving me such praise. You're my inspiration, and I thank you. I hope to hear from you all again.