Ok lovelies, this is it. Last chapter before the epilogue. Buckle up, because we are going on a wild ride. And when I say wild, I mean more sincere than anything you have read so far. Ready?

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1.

Hermione's move into the manor was rather uneventful, given that she had no friends or family to say goodbye to, and house elves had taken care of all her packing. This was, obviously, done completely without her knowledge and against her will.

"I truly do not see what you are complaining about, the elves are free and paid handsomely," Lucius said to her shortly after she'd freaked the fuck out at finding all of her things artfully transferred from her childhood bedroom into her private suite at The Manor™. They were standing in the middle of her room, where he'd come to call after hearing of her dissatisfaction.

She opened her mouth to retort, but the words lost steam half way out, and she shrugged instead. "I suppose you are right," she said.

Lucius regarded her with a slightly startled, quizzical look. Never having been in the position of hearing his future daughter-in-law make such a staggering claim, the man had no idea how to reply. Instead, he turned to the wall to his right, her left, and said, "this is a passageway to Draco's quarters."

She looked over at the dark mahogany wall panel he was motioning towards, and back at Lucius with a raised brow.

"Simply press your hand into the wood, it will only respond to his betrothed. This is a magic that has been built into the house, you see. Pureblood etiquette dictates that no betrothed couple should share a bed prior to a marriage, and this was created for the ability to keep up appearances without caving to that unsavory rule."

Hermione's face crinkled up in disgust just thinking about all of the ridiculous rules Purebloods probably had in place that she didn't even know about yet. That line of thought, however, was just a distraction. What she was really crinkled up about was her assuredness that she wouldn't be using the passageway anytime soon.

"Though, I suspect that you and Draco are-"

"Not speaking, yes," she finished his sentence.

Lucius nodded. "I see."

Hermione cleared her throat nervously, and an awkward silence descended upon the room.

Just as she began to hope he would leave, Lucius seemed to get the hint and turned on his heel. It was rather cold and abrupt, but then, the man had been supremely odd as of late, and Hermione had to write it off as grief weirdness.

"Bibbles will get you anything you need, he is a veritable manual for how to get around the estate, and as I remind you, he is well paid and quite happy to be serving our family."

A rush of heat flew through Hermione upon hearing the words "our family."

I mean, can you fucking imagine? Standing in Malfoy Manor in your own private suite and being told point blank that you are part of the family. Isn't this all of our fucking dreams right here? I would keel over immediately, tbh.

Hermione recovered quickly and said, "Very well, thank you."

Before Lucius had made it through the door, however, she called out, "Will I need to write vows? For the ceremony?"

Lucius turned, his hand on the doorframe as he gazed back at her.

"You do not have to; the standard vows can be used. I will inform the officiant in confidence of the nature of your pairing with Draco, and ensure that he doesn't overdo it with too much… lovey dovey stuff?" The words left Lucius's mouth slowly, almost against his will, and he then crinkled his brow, tilted his head, and awkwardly left the room.

"Thank you," Hermione said quietly after he'd shut the door.

Then she looked over at the panel of the wall Lucius had indicated. She stood there staring at it for a long time, until she started to feel like a bit of a psychopath and decided to have a bath and go to bed instead. She had a lot of books to explore, and was too exhausted to even think of making it to the library.

The bubble bath she drew was epic. Everything about being there was epic, except, of course, for her love story that would never be.

oOoOoOo

They'd been living in Draco's childhood home, together yet separate, for a week. The wedding was still a few weeks away, as Lucius had wanted time to build up some media hype, and have people stop doubting that the Malfoy family was reformed.

So far so good, on that front. The sheeple truly ate whatever they were fed, and the story of Hermione moving in with the Malfoy's had dashed any hope of the previous story about their farce taking hold.

Hermione spent her days with books, and taking meals wherever she pleased. It would have been fine to stay in the library, but she wanted to avoid the possibility of seeing Draco. He'd never approached her or apologized for disappearing, in fact it was like she was a ghost to him, and she couldn't bear the way it felt to be in proximity to him, but not be able to connect.

So, she found a variety of lovely places to sit and read. There was a crop of trees that her suite had a clear view of, and she'd ventured out to it right away, to find that there was a soft patch of grass, perfect for lounging, under the shade of a sprawling, storybook-style cathedral oak.

Google it, these trees are wild. Whimsical af.

The grass seemed to have magical influence on it, causing it to feel softer than any she had ever set bare feet on. She went out to those trees most days, though she did try to vary her positioning. She spent some time in a gazebo near the late matriarch's rose garden… RIP. She also insisted on seeing Bibbles's quarters and sometimes read in there. However, that would inevitably turn unpleasant, because most of the other house elves who came in and our of that area would mumble things under their breath about the mudblood's influence on Lucius, and then immediately punish themselves for speaking ill of a future family member. Even though they were free, their magic still acted upon them. It was disturbing, and even more so because Hermione realized with futile shock, that there was literally nothing she could do about the ancient magic that governed these beings.

She tried not to think too much about her house elf aims, however. The realization that she'd taken up the cause for her own gain had been quite a gut punch, and she hadn't yet decided what the point of her life could be, if not saving the un-savable.

Run-ins with Draco were non-existent, and there was a part of her that wondered if her evasion tactics were working, or if he was employing his own. Perhaps a bit of both.

She had virtually erased the panel of the wall that she knew connected their rooms from her vision, never sparing it a glance, though her subconscious pulled on her to gaze at it.

All the more reason to spend her time in the grassy grounds.

One evening, when she couldn't sleep, she decided to take an off-the-usual-schedule stroll out to her tree. As she approached, she could a whiff of a scent she had occasionally smelled when making her rounds near the hospital wing. She squinted through the darkness, the moonlight only partially aiding her journey, when she spotted a tiny glowing ember below the oak. It ignited, and then went out.

A memory of her father smoking a cigar on the back patio during the summertime, with all the lights off so as not to attract moths, flow into her memory.

Someone was smoking. Perhaps Lucius with a cigar of his own?

She highly doubted that Madame Pomfrey was a cigar enthusiast, however, and she knew the scents didn't match.

She approached slowly, but was stopped in her tracks when she heard his voice.

"Granger?"

She froze. She hadn't heard him say her name since that one… sweet…. night.

A rustle from beneath the tree told her that he was standing and coming towards her. For once in her life, she couldn't think of anything to say. Though, on second thought, the narrator was pretty sure Hermione had been speechless multiple times in the story so far, but whatevs, it sounded good.

"You never come out here at night," he said. It was a simple statement, not an accusation or a question.

"You know that I come out here, then?"

He was moving towards her, she could feel him. The moonlight through the trees caught the sharp angles of his jaws and cheekbone as he passed under its staggered branches.

"Why are you here?" He asked, clearly avoiding her question.

She felt her defenses bloom at the now accusatory tone he was taking.

"I couldn't sleep," she said, not knowing at all why she was being honest with him. The prick had taken his prick and run from her the last time she'd been open with him. Would she never learn?

Do any of us learn? Ooooh yes, think about how many times you've been burned, only to return to the hot stove. Let's get some of your personal feelings involved here, reader.

Ok back to the emotional danger kitchen…

He took a drag of what she now realized, with a mental facepalm, was a joint. A cousin of hers had tried to get her stoned one summer, and she'd never touched the stuff since.

After a long exhale he said, "Same."

Then they stood there in a silence that was growing louder by the minute.

Eventually, she decided to break it by saying, "can I have some of that?"

Oh Merlin, she had no idea what she was doing or why she was doing it! He held it out to her, and upon seeing her hesitation, he said, "have you ever…?"

"Only once, and a long time ago."

He retracted it, and though he couldn't see it clearly, her face fell. Then, he said, "I'll blow it I to your mouth, just inhale."

And, taking another drag, he leaned forward and cupped her cheek the way he had in the hall when she'd found him on her rounds. His lips ghosted over hers as he blew the smoke into her mouth, and she sucked in the air obediently. He repeated it one more time, and on the second go she began to cough as she exhaled.

The sensation that came over her was nothing like the first time she'd tried it, and she wondered if she'd done it wrong then. Perhaps she hadn't properly inhaled.

A blanket of calm enveloped her, and she rather liked it.

"The grass here is insanely soft," she said.

He looked around and then back at her. "It's charmed."

"I thought it might be," she said.

Then he turned back to the forest clearing and sat down. She found that she didn't need to question it, but followed her instinct to go and sit beside him.

She gazed up at the stars that were visible through the trees.

"Late nights in July are the best time to see my constellation," he said. Then he pulled out his wand and cast a non-verbal spell that created a sort of screen above them, and she gasped at the sudden appearance of dazzling white light, forming a diagram. She could see the outline of the dragon with all of its stars labeled.

"How have I never seen this spell before?" she asked.

"Would've been useful in astronomy class," he said.

"Or just for independent study!" she said, gazing around at the sky through the conjured screen.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could swear he was smiling at her, but when she looked back he had turned his head.

"It's a Black family spell, I'm sure it's not widely known. My mother made me swear not to use it in school."

Her slight intake of breath was not missed by him. The mention of his mother hadn't been intentional, and she felt the air between them tighten.

She sat beside him, still gazing up at the star dragon in the sky. "I suppose it's nice to have some family secrets," she found herself saying.

Hermione had a secret from her family instead, which wasn't something she let herself think about too much… but the time felt right to do some thinking out loud. No, not the Ed Sheeran song, that wouldn't come out for over a decade.

"Do you know about what happened to my parents?"

He spun his head around quickly, her statement breaking through whatever thoughts he'd been contending with. "What happened to them? No. I only know-" he said, but then cut himself off.

"You know what?' she asked.

He cleared his throat nervously, looking briefly at the ground before seemingly forcing himself to face her.

"I know that they weren't in their home when Voldemort sent the death eaters to capture them."

She could see the scene in her mind, with her little house being raided. She wondered who'd been there. Bellatrix? That gross werewolf whose name escapes me?

"Right," she said. "Were you… did you go there?"

He shook his head. "I wasn't sent out on missions. He mostly kept me around to torture me as punishment for my parents."

She felt anger bubble up inside her at this.

He lit the joint and took another hit, this time handing it to her. She took it from him and copied his movements. No cough on her exhale this time. What a pro. What a champ.

"That's so fucked up," she said.

"Indeed," he replied.

After a long silence, she spoke into the night, without looking at him. "I erased myself from my parent's memories and sent them to live in Australia under new aliases. I'm quite sure it's something I cannot undo."

She could feel him staring at her for sure this time.

"Fuck, Granger," he said.

"Indeed," she replied.

They stayed there discussing her parents and the memory charm. Eventually they began talking about their childhoods, sharing stories, relating more than they'd ever expected to, both being only children.

Their parents shared the same high expectations of them.

"You were the absolute bane of my existence from day one, Granger. You have no idea."

"Um, excuse me, I think I have a pretty good idea. You did torment me for years, remember?"

"Well, you deserved it. It was like your only goal in life was to make me second best in every class."

"Oh, I love how delightfully narcissistic you are; yes of course, my good grades were part of a larger plot to make your life miserable. I knew that, to your parents, it would be the ultimate failure to be beaten by a mudblood."

He blinked and shook his head as if to say, "shit, gurl, you WENT there."

What he actually said was, "Point taken, I am absolutely a narcissist. I think that I come by the trait honestly, you know my mother's name."

Then he cleared his throat nervously again and added, "what her name was," under his breath.

They sat in silence for a while. She looked down at his hand on the weirdly soft grass next to her and felt the urge to take it.

That wasn't the plan, though. Since arriving in the clearing, she had decided to simply speak to him like a colleague or friend. He was neither and both at once. She couldn't give herself to him physically again. At least, not until she fully understood where he was at, which could take a while. Let's face it, the boy was going THROUGH it. No, she would give him some time. In the interim, it was actually nice to talk to him. It was something they never really did, unless you counted dirty talk while trying to get one another to come. Because if that counted, then they had talked a LOT.

"It's getting late," she said finally, standing up and brushing off her legs. He stood as well, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I'll see you to your room," he said, and she did her best to hide a smirk. Pureblood etiquette was hilarious coming from him. Also, his room was rather close to hers, so wasn't it just obvious that he would walk with her there?

Well, whatever, she walked back with him. They didn't speak the whole time, and somehow it wasn't awkward. It just…. was.

"Night, Granger," he said casually as he continued walking past her once they'd reached her door.

"Goodnight, Draco," she said, and she could swear he stopped walking for the slightest moment upon hearing his given name, but he kept going and disappeared around a corner.

It was past midnight, but she drew herself a bath before getting in bed. She needed some time to wrestle with her thoughts. She wondered if he was doing the same.

oOoOoOo

Draco's bathwater was running. (Oh shit, look at that, he totally was).

He stood in the center of his bedroom, staring at the part of the wall he knew led to her room.

He supposed that she didn't have a reason to play him now, and it would also be pretty fucked up of her, given that his mom had JUST died. Still, he didn't want to risk throwing himself into another episode. The weed was keeping his panic at bay for the time being, though he'd felt a few flutters of it threaten to overtake him during their conversation.

Essentially, at any mention of his mother... which had been frequent... and often because of him.

Hmm.

Well, he'd save that little moment of introspection for his next session with the mind healer.

For now, it seemed smart to not engage with her physically. If they had to cohabitate, they might as well become friendly. After all, it was a step they had skipped. On purpose.

Besides, he found that, minus all the sex, he enjoyed her company.

With one final glance at the wall, and a moment recalling her use of his given name when she said goodnight, he retreated to the bathroom to soak in the warm water and let any remaining thoughts melt away.

Btw, "Melt Away" is also a Mariah song. More of a B-side, but go give it a listen.

oOoOoOo

These nighttime conversations became more frequent over the next two weeks. Not at first, as Draco was a little too tender to risk running into her right away. Three nights after the initial meeting, he went to the clearing and found her already there.

She had cast the Black family charm and was laying on her back admiring the sky. When she heard him coming, she started, and quickly undid the spell.

As if he hadn't already seen it. He rolled his eyes as she stood and faced him like a petrified first year.

"I found a book in the library!" she said quickly.

"Non-Dark Black Magic?" he said, "Yes, I've read it multiple times."

She stared back, clearly expecting him to be angry.

He reached into his pocket and retrieved his small box containing his stash. As he lit a fresh joint, he said, "If we weren't comfortable with you having access to it, it would have been removed. And in any case, you are family now. Or will be soon."

Even though it was dark, he knew he'd made her cheeks flush. He got a whoosh of nostalgia for their mind though, of course, he hadn't been playing. She WAS about to be part of his family. Forever.

He wondered idly why it didn't bother him more that this huge life decision had essentially been made for him. His thoughts were interrupted by her voice.

"Right, um… I… that makes sense."

Then she resumed her place on the ground and recast the spell.

He followed and handed her the joint as he lay down next to her to share her perspective.

"It's always in the sky," she said. He knew what she meant immediately, but perhaps he wanted to hear her say it again…

"What is?" he therefore asked.

"Draco," she said, pointing up at the stars with her wand, and causing it to highlight his celestial namesake.

He allowed a full smile this time, knowing that she wasn't focused on him anyway.

(she was)

"Yea, this is just a particularly good position for it," he said.

After the words left his mouth, his mind immediately went to sexual positions and he had to force it out of that line of thinking. He wondered if hers had gone there.

(it had)

Out of the blue, she asked, "Do you know much about astrology?"

"The branch of divination?"

"I mean, sure. The centaurs certainly were well versed in it, but there's a big to do about it in muggle culture."

"Muggles doing divination?!"

"Mmm hmm," she replied earnestly. "I think some of them really have something, but don't you dare repeat that to anyone." Her voice grew suddenly forceful and serious. "Imagine what it would do to my reputation if people know I believed in astrology."

"You don't think you're already damaging your reputation by marrying me?"

"On the contrary, I think people will respect me even more in the end."

The words had left her mouth so quickly that he felt she might not have intended them to.

(she hadn't)

Another long silence fell between them before she said, "so anyway, when is your birthday?"

"June 5th," he said.

She thought for a moment before shouting, "You're a gemini?!"

He recoiled, confused. "Umm, if you say so?"

"Merlin's saggy bollocks, that makes SO much sense!"

She went on to explain to him all the traits of a gemini, and he had to admit, it did sound a lot like him. She also shared with him, upon his request, her own star sign and the characteristics that were also strangely accurate.

"I'm quite sure we are two signs that are intended to avoid one another," she added.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there are these predictions about the different signs that go beyond their traits. It can also tell you a lot about who… who you will be compatible with."

She turned her head to look at him after she finished saying this, and as he was already facing her, this put their faces very close together.

"And?" he said. "Are we meant to be… compatible?"

He left that pause in there on purpose.

"I can't recall what the books say."

"Oh my, there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear Hermione Granger say."

Her breath caught in her chest at the sound of her name, he saw it happen.

"Yes, well, it's not like I read it for a class. I don't memorize for enjoyment," she said, recovering quickly.

"No, only to seem smarter than me, which is your master plan. Fairly soon, people will be referring to you as my better half, and your life's work will be achieved."

This made her begin to giggle. It wasn't just the weed, Draco thought he'd never heard a more beautiful sound. He'd never been with her like this before. All carefree and content. And he felt that way too. More so than when he smoked alone, for sure.

They stayed there for three more hours that night, talking about everything from classes and professors, to their dating histories. Draco inquired about the star signs of various people, only stymied by their shared inability to remember certain birthdays. (btw Snape is SUCH a Capricorn)

"He was my Godfather, you know."

"I didn't know that," she replied, feeling an intuitive hit that this would probably be their last topic of conversation before heading to bed.

"Yea, some godson I was to him," he said, allowing far more disdain into his voice than he perhaps would have sober.

He didn't look at her face, but he imagined that she was staring at him quizzically, so he went on.

"I could have saved him. I could have gotten us all out, but I was so-" he stopped himself, gritting his teeth.

She sat up and turned to face him, but he couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye.

"Draco, you do know that Snape was in love with Harry's mother, right?"

Draco thought for a moment. "Oh, right. He told me that, but it was back in chapter six, I almost forgot I knew."

"I know what you mean, it's hard to keep all the details straight."

They both simultaneously turned to look at me, to which I replied thusly: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"Well, regardless," he said, "unrequited love or not, I still think I could have prevented his death."

"Draco Malfoy," she said, and he felt his stomach swoop. "Who knew you held such a high bar for yourself?"

He scoffed by way of reply, and she giggled again.

"Thanks for noticing, Hermione."

She could poke fun at him all she wanted, as long as she kept making that sound. Though in that moment, her giggles had mysteriously stopped, but he wasn't sure why.

oOoOoOo

It was fine, Hermione was telling herself. She was only forming a friendship. Arguably, it was the most logical thing for her to do. The fact that it also felt like she was careening off the train tracks into a rocky ravine, was something she would just have to deal with at a later date. At present, she was living for her stoned nighttime hangs with Draco. It was the most fun she could remember having since before the war.

She would focus on that part: the fun.

It was the night before their wedding, and she found herself heading out once again to the field, even though they needed to be up early for preparations.

Bibbles was gonna be pissed. He would have to get over it, she knew she wouldn't be able to just go to sleep, and she suspected that neither would he.

Sure enough, she found him already there, and he was casting bluebell flame spells into jars that he'd laid out in a circle. She grinned.

"I see you've been practicing."

"Are you joking? You think I was going to let that little incident go?"

Hermione had shown him the spell, after telling him the story about lighting Snape's cape on fire, and Draco had been woefully unable to cast it two nights ago. She looked around at all the jars.

"So showing me you could cast the spell once wasn't enough, you had to do it seven times for good measure?"

It was his turn to grin. "You know me and my high bar."

She walked around the circle, pretending to scrutinize each flame. Turning to face him, she said, "Well cast."

He gave a mock bow, and moved to the middle of the circle where he sat down and began lighting a joint. She sat down to join him.

"Very well, it seems you deserve to hear that story I refused to divulge."

He looked at her with the most honest expression of joy she'd ever seen on him.

"This is my reward for making fire?!"

She shrugged. "The jars jogged my memory."

Then, she proceeded to tell him every detail of her relationship with and eventual entrapment of Rita Skeeter, making sure to pause and chastise Draco for helping the horrible cow.

After that, Draco demanded to know all other breaking the rules stories, but she adamantly refused.

"If I tell you everything now, what secrets will I have to divulge throughout our marriage? I'll get boring if you know everything upfront."

Draco smiled at this, but didn't put up a fight. It was a good thing too, because she intended to hold onto the polyjuice story until at least their ten year anniversary.

They lay there in silence for a while, both taking another hit or two.

"I really don't know why I'm not more panicked about tomorrow," he said, and she looked at him with wide eyes. The sincerity in his voice was doing peculiar things to her insides.

He went on. "I went along with this… this deal… mainly because I wanted to lessen stress on my mother. But she's gone now, so-"

"So you don't want to go through with it?"

"No," he replied rather forcefully, "that's exactly what I mean, I… I'm not at all worried about what happens next."

She listened, rather hesitantly, trying to decipher what it was he was telling her.

"Are… are you saying you're apathetic about your future? Because, Draco, that would be really understandable, considering what you've been though."

"No, you're misunderstanding me," he said, "and frankly, Hermione, I am fucking sick of being misunderstood by you."

"And I you," she said just as forcefully as his "no."

"Fine," he said, and sat up properly to face her, sitting criss cross applesauce. "Let's speak as plainly as possible, right now."

"Fine," she said, copying his movements.

They just stared at each other. Eventually, they both spoke at once.

"Go on."

"Me?!"

"You're the one who-"

But on the third one, they both started laughing. Once they had recovered, he said, "Alright, I suppose I'm the one who brought it up, so I'll go first."

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded. He took a deep breath as well, and then looked her straight in the eyes.

"You terrify me, Hermione. Not because you could produce flames in first year, or that you trapped a tiny beetle woman in a jar, though those things do qualify you are terrifying, just to be clear."

She smiled, but didn't want to say anything that might distract from his point.

"You terrify me, because…"

It took him a few more moments to actually finish this sentence, and Hermione sat quietly waiting until eventually, he came out with it."

"You terrify me, because I think I could really love you. I think I already do, and yet, every bone in my body is telling me I would be a fool to trust you."

"Me?! What about you?! The last night we… spent… together, you up and left and stopped speaking to me!"

"And I could give you a dozen examples of you doing something similar!"

"That was different!"

"Oh was it? How?"

"That was before I loved you! And a little bit after! Because you terrify me too, Draco Malfoy!"

"Oh do I?"

"Yes, and not because you were a death eater and not because you were always one test score away from besting me. You terrify me because I can't seem to fall out of love with you. No matter what I do, I just keep falling deeper. And I'm sick of lying to myself about everything, because if I can't admit this to myself, that means I have to lie about everything."

Without even realizing it, they had both stood during these overtures, and were standing inches apart.

"You love me?" he said.

"You heard me," she replied. "And you love me."

"I said I think I do, yes."

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're just being protective," she mumbled.

"Can you blame me?!" he shouted

"No, I can't!" she shouted back.

He was crossing his arms too, neither looking at the other.

Finally, he said, "Since I'm certain you've looked it up by now, what do the books* say about a Virgo/Gemini match?"

She looked up, surprised to find his face open and sincere. After a moment, she recalled the lines she had read at least twenty times.

"Gemini is not someone Virgo can trust. When Virgo starts doubting and analyzing everything, Gemini will simply fly away, in the best case scenario."

He laughed. "Well, if that isn't accurate…"

She allowed a smile and continued. "The relationship of Gemini and Virgo can change as the wind, while both partners get lost and found on a daily basis. They both tend to overthink things instead of following their hearts."

She was looking at the ground as she said this, and her belly did a flip as she saw his hands reach out to graze hers, their fingertips ghosting over each other.

"I feel as though overthinking has become my only option where you are concerned," he said. She could feel his breath on her cheek now. She lifted her head and felt his lips graze her jawline, as a shuddering breath left her lips.

"What does your heart say, Draco?" she nearly whispered.

He entwined their fingers and whispered back, "That you could ruin me. That you already have."

She giggled and traced her lips along his jawline, stepping closer so that their bodies were touching.

"What else?" she asked.

She could hear him smiling as he said what he said next.

"That I love you. Completely and entirely."

She pulled back to look him in the eyes, where she thought she saw tears beginning to pool, just before some dropped from her own eyes.

"I love you so much, Draco," she said, her voice breaking.

Then he leaned in and brought their lips together in a chaste, yet meaningful kiss. After breaking the kiss, they wrapped their arms around each other and stood there in a tight embrace for a very long time.

Eventually, they let go and looked once again into one another's eyes.

"Can we please promise not to be stupid anymore?" she asked.

"Pinky swear?" he replied.

They both laughed.

"I think wedding vows will do, come to think of it," she said. He smiled and nodded in agreement, and then they simultaneously turned to head back to The Manor™ hand-in-hand.

* When I say books, I -of course- mean astrology websites. You can really get lost in this one. Have at it while you wait on the epilogue. /compatibility/gemini-virgo/