Scars

by PurpleSkye05

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy- lifelong enemies or two people more alike than either of them realise? After returning to Hogwarts to complete their final year, Hermione and Draco end up serving detention together. As they get closer they may just discover that the only person in the world who can help them heal is the last person in the world they would ever have suspected.

26. Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Proof

I had to sneak out of the common room early that morning, although in truth it really wasn't that hard. It was the weekend and the first week back at school and so everyone was sleeping in. I got up long before the sun was up. It was still dark and still cold, with only the glowing embers of the fire lighting the room. I awkwardly changed, trying to be as quiet as possible which wasn't easy. My ribs and my leg were still tender and I had to bite my lip to stop the whimper of pain as I pulled my jumper over my head.

Only a few moments later when I emerged through the portrait hole, Draco was standing waiting for me like he had promised he would be. It took a moment for him to see me so I got the chance to watch him for a small unguarded moment. He was leaning against the wall, his hands in front of him. He was alternating between wringing his hands, cracking his knuckles and tapping his fingers in a gentle rhythm against his leg. For anyone else it might seem like a perfectly normal thing to do but for Draco it was completely out of character. Draco was never anything but calm and composed, a master of emotions. But right now he was nervous and nervous was not an emotion that Draco Malfoy would let anyone see.

He greeted me with a gentle kiss, asking how I was before we walked in near silence to the Headmistresses office. He was incredibly tense and I took his hand and clung to it tightly. I told myself it was to try and comfort him and to keep him calm but I think I needed to feel the strength of his hand in mine just as much as he needed to feel mine. We stayed silent the entire time only speaking when we reached the phoenix statue at the entrance the office.

'I take it you know the password,' I asked as I turned to face Draco. 'Otherwise we have a problem.'

'I do actually,' he answered and when I gave him a questioning look he elaborated. 'I heard it when I visited her office a few days ago. It's Quidditch.'

The stone phoenix started to slowly rotate, revealing the stone staircase that lay behind. I gave Draco one last encouraging smile and nod, before he stepped forward and climbed the stairs, looking like he was heading towards the gallows.

We knocked on the door and went into the circular office when Professor McGonagall's voice rang out telling us to enter. I took Draco's hand once more and gave it one final reassuring squeeze and then pushed open the door. She was sitting at the large desk in the centre of the room, a quill in her hand which she put down when she saw us.

'Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy,' she said her gaze flicking over the two of us from over her glasses. Her face betrayed nothing of what she was thinking, but I could see the slight narrowing of her eyes, especially when she saw our hands joined tightly together.

'Mr. Malfoy, I thought I had made myself perfectly clear to you at our last meeting that you were not to see Miss Granger until the situation had been resolved.' Although her tone was perfectly calm and neutral, there was a distinctly frosty undertone that conveyed her true feelings.

'Professor McGonagall, that's what we wanted to see you about,' I said, immediately jumping to Draco's defence.

'Hermione, its fine,' he said, letting go of my hand and stepping towards Professor McGonagall. He took one deep breath in which he seemed to be almost convincing himself not to back out. 'I've decided to give you my memories of that night.'

'Is that so?' she said, the infinitesimal raising of her eyebrow the only indication of her surprise. 'And what has brought about this change of heart?' she asked shrewdly, looking between the two of us like she already knew the answer.

Draco and I exchanged a glance and I knew he was thinking the same as I was. Admitting that I had persuaded him would mean admitting that I had seen him and that could get him in even more trouble.

'I have nothing to hide,' Draco finally said.

In one swift movement she rose from behind her desk and crossed the room. 'I will be the judge of that Mr. Malfoy.' She waved her wand and a pensieve appeared from behind a mirrored cabinet.

'If you please,' she said, indicating for Draco to extract his memories and place them in the silvery liquid contained within the metal bowl. With one last look at me that told me just how reluctant he was, he placed his wand to his temple before slowly pulling out the thin wispy strands of his memories. He swished his wand in an elegant, carefree motion and placed them in the liquid.

'Well then, Mr. Malfoy if you would accompany me,' Professor McGonagall said, indicating for him to enter into his memories first.

Draco placed his head into the pensieve, disappearing into it a moment later leaving the way clear for Professor McGonagall to follow. In that moment I was completely alone. All I could do was wait. The office was eerily quiet. It wasn't a place that I had spent much time in the past. I think I had only been in here two or three times throughout my entire seven years at Hogwarts. Once when Professor Umbridge had been Headmistress. The office had certainly looked different then, all pink frills and cats. The second time had been with Draco when we were getting our detentions. On neither occasion had I had the chance to look around. Sensing I could be a while I started to wander around the office looking at the wide array of books and strange magical objects. I let my fingers run over various items from leather bound books to strange metallic instruments. My fingers came to rest on a small silver, snake shaped instrument that was whirring gently and releasing an occasional puff of black smoke. I was just about to pick it up to examine it further when a voice from behind me startled me, so that I jumped and ended up knocking it over.

'I wouldn't touch that if I were you, Miss Granger.'

I whirled around, feeling my heart racing as I faced the empty room in front of me. I scanned around the room eyes darting from side to side with shaking breath and had just about convinced myself that I had gone mad when it spoke again.

'Ahem,' it coughed politely, 'up here Miss Granger'.

I looked skywards and into the smiling face of Professor Dumbledore as he rested within his painted portrait on the wall amongst the other former headmasters of Hogwarts.

'Professor,' I gasped, feeling myself smile before I looked at the instrument before me that I had nearly broken. 'I'm so sorry about your…' I hesitated, not entirely sure what it was called. I quickly set it down behind me trying to hide it from view. 'I didn't mean to pry. I was just… just...'

'That's quite all right Miss Granger,' he said smiling, looking over his half-moon glasses at me in amusement. 'And beside these items no longer belong to me, therefore it is not me to whom you need apologise. That being said, curiosity may not be a sin, but it does not mean that it is not a dangerous pastime. I'm afraid that particular item that you have hidden behind you, is best left where it is.'

I guiltily stepped aside, seeing no reason to try and hide it anymore. 'I'm sorry Professor. I was just waiting.'

'So I can see,' he said smiling at me with that familiar twinkle in his eye that told me there was more behind his words than he was saying. 'Not that it is not a pleasure to see you Miss Granger, but I had rather hoped not to see you in this office again. At least not under these circumstances. Yet I see you have found yourself in another rather difficult situation.'

'What can I say, I guess I've been hanging around with Harry for too long,' I said smiling weakly at my pathetic attempt for humour.

'Hmm,' he said, answering my smile with one of his own. 'Yet this time the trouble seems to have come to you rather than you seeking out trouble.'

I made a slight noise in agreement, but the slight smile on my lips didn't stay for long. I glanced back to the penseive wondering what was taking so long. Wondering what on earth he was showing her.

'I was waiting for Draco and Professor McGonagall,' I offered after a moment, feeling the need to break the silence by stating the obvious. I felt myself blush slightly as I realised that I had just admitted to Professor Dumbledore how close Draco and I had become. That I was seeing the person who had played a significant role in his death. Professor Dumbledore followed my gaze to the penseive and I felt the question leave my lips before I could stop it.

'Have you forgiven him for what he did to you?' I blurted out, flinching immediately as I realised how completely inappropriate and personal the question was. I had never had the same relationship with Professor Dumbledore that Harry had. They had spent so much time together and been through so much that I was sure that Harry could quite easily ask these questions. However to me Professor Dumbledore had always been that untouchable figure of authority. Someone to watch, admire and respect, but not someone that I could easily talk to. However with recent events, I felt that I had to know the answer to my question. I had to know how he felt about Draco, or if even the great Albus Dumbledore would judge me for my decision.

'Ah yes,' he answered, looking thoughtful, 'Mr Malfoy and yourself. That was quite a turn in events. Not even I would have foreseen this.'

'He's changed. I've gotten to know him,' I said feeling myself turning defensive. 'He's not the person that he was. He would never hurt anyone.'

'Miss Granger I was not accusing you,' Professor Dumbledore said soothingly. 'I was merely being inquisitive.'

'I'm sorry Professor.' I could feel myself flush with embarrassment, mortified that I had just raised my voice at the headmaster. 'It's been a strange few days. I feel like lately all I've been doing is defending my decision to be with Draco.'

'Miss Granger you do not need to apologise. You have nothing to apologise for. Forgiveness is a sign of strength, not a sign of weakness. Only a weak heart will hold onto a grudge and that heart will eventually harden and become incapable of happiness. You have found some happiness I think.'

'I have,' I answered, feeling the edges of my lips turn up into a small smile. 'But it's complicated. I feel I'm letting people down. That people don't understand. That by being happy with Draco I'm making the people around me unhappy.'

'We are all responsible for our own happiness Miss Granger. You deserve to be happy as much as Mr Malfoy does.'

I thought about what he had said and how happy Draco had made me until I realised that he had never actually answered my question. 'So have you forgiven him then?' I asked, knowing I was being too forward, but still needing an answer.

It took him a mere heartbeat to respond. 'There was never anything to forgive Miss Granger. I had faith that he would make the right choice and he did. Our choices set us down paths. Take the wrong path and there is no going back. Mr Malfoy was presented with a choice. To be the man he thought he was or to be the man he could be. He chose his own fate that day. A fate I believe has led him to you.'

'But people will never believe that he's actually changed,' I argued, 'Harry and Ron will never believe that he's changed. That there is good in him.'

'People are always able to change. All it takes is for one person to extend the hand of trust for others to see it.'

I was thinking of how to respond when the whooshing sound of the pensieve told me that it was Draco and professor McGonagall were returning.

'Ah, that would be my sign to make myself discreet.'

'Thank you, Professor Dumbledore,' I said in complete sincerity. I found that although my mind was whirring with the countless words and thoughts that he had put there, I did feel more at ease with my decision. I trusted Draco and I believed in him. I just had to believe that whatever Draco was showing Professor McGonagall would prove his innocence.

Professor Dumbledore turned to walk out of his portrait, before popping his head into the frame once more to add, 'Have faith, Miss Granger. But please do be careful. The war may not be over for everyone.' He gave me one nod that I took to be a warning, before he once again disappeared from view.

In that moment I was re- joined by Draco and Professor McGonagall. I turned to face them both and waited to see what the outcome was. Neither were giving me any clue though as both wore completely impassive expressions on their faces. Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to question why I was standing behind her desk rather than in the seat where she had left me.

'Miss Granger, would be so kind as to leave us for a moment. I believe Mr Malfoy and myself have a few things to discuss.'

I waited a moment, hoping that she would say something else, give me some sort of clue as to what had happened, if she believed Draco. I turned, silently begging him to give me some sort of clue as to what had happened but he just shrugged at me as Professor McGonagall once again indicated for me to leave by pointing to the door, her expression grave as she did.

I left the office and immediately began to panic. I couldn't understand why they were both acting so strange. If Draco had shown Professor McGonagall what he had told me had happened, then she should have let him go without question. Without a clue of what to do or where to go and I sat on the bottom of the staircase to the headmistress's office and waited to hear Draco's fate.

I had no idea how long I waited for. It seemed like a lifetime. The sun was fully up by now and I could hear the castle beginning to come to life as the sound of voices and footsteps echoed throughout the corridors. The longer I waited the more I began to convince myself that something had gone seriously wrong and that Draco was being escorted to Azkaban at that very moment. I was one moment away from marching up the stairs to find out what was going on when I finally heard the door creaking open from behind me. I turned around and breathed the biggest sigh of relief to find Draco walking towards me. I stood up and threw my arms around his neck in relief, before I pushed him away again angrily.

'What the hell took you so long? I have been losing my mind down here. What happened?'

It took him a moment to answer. A moment that seemed to go on for a lifetime. A moment that I swore my heart actually stopped beating, waiting for Draco's answer. I scanned his face looking for any clues. His naturally pale complexion was even paler than normal and the bags under his eyes were dark with strain and worry.

'Everything's fine,' he sighed, the relief palpable in his voice. 'I'm in the clear.' It was evidently clear to see the relief in each and every one of his features.

'Oh thank god,' I said as I breathed a huge sigh of relief. 'What the hell took you so long?' I asked as my hand reached out of its own accord and walloped him on the arm. 'I've been going out of my mind down here.'

'Em, ow,' he said, rubbing his arm. 'There were some things to sort out,' he said, clearly not wanting to say more, but when I gave him a look that clearly said I wanted more information he gave a beleaguered sigh and continued. 'Professor McGonagall had to call in some people from the ministry, the aurors and some people from Azkaban.'

'What?' I asked, in what I was sure was little more than a squeak.

'Hermione, it's fine. It's dealt with,' he said sharply, wanting to draw an end to the conversation.

'Draco, I don't understand. Why would they need aurors and people from the ministry? Professor McGonagall saw that you were innocent.'

'They just had to do some paperwork,' he shrugged.

'But…' I started, wanting to continue asking the million questions and worries that were flying through my head.

'Hermione,' he said, moving forward so we were mere inches apart and sliding his hands up my arms, leaving them resting gently on my shoulders. Needless to say any questions and worries that I had suddenly didn't seem so important anymore. 'It's over. We don't need to worry about it anymore.' He reached down and gave me a long and slow kiss before pulling me close to him, my head buried into his chest.

We stayed like that for a long moment and I was enjoying feeling the warmth that was coming from his chest. I hadn't realised just how cold I had actually been waiting in the cold corridor until I felt his warmth beside me.

'So what happens now?' I asked after a moment.

'Sleep and food,' he replied without even a moment of thought.

'As good as that sounds,' I said, rolling my eyes at him, 'I was meaning a little more long term.' As I waited for his answer I couldn't help but think about how this was the first time where there was nothing to stop us. Something which Draco seemed to have realised himself.

'I guess whatever we want to happen,' he said, taking a step towards me with a determined look in his eyes that made my stomach do a rather large somersault. 'There's nothing stopping us now Hermione. Nobody can stand in our way.'

As usual, fate always seem to have a way of showing its twisted and cruel sense of humour at precisely the worst moment. I really should have realised that ever since I came to Hogwarts my life had been full of nothing but drama and so it shouldn't have come as a huge surprise that at that moment of happiness, the one person who would ruin it all would walk around the corner.

Ron came to a near dead stop as he came around the corner. His face showed nearly every negative emotion under the sun in the space of a few short seconds. Disbelief, shock and confusion were only a few. Anger however seemed to be the most prominent and the one that he finally settled on. His face went a near puce colour which clashed awfully with his hair and his fists were balled into tight fists. I prepared myself for the onslaught which I knew was about to begin and so took a small step towards Draco and put my hand on his arm, silently begging him to stay calm and not to react.

'Hermione, what the hell are you doing with him?' Ron's face was awash with unconcealed fury. He stepped forward and painfully grabbed my arm, pulling me away from Draco and pushing me behind him as if to protect me from some danger in front. It would have been a sweet gesture had he not been taking me away from the person who made me safest.

'Ron,' I cried in a mix of annoyance and frustration, trying to free myself from his grasp. 'Let go of me. What are you doing?'

'I'm taking down this bastard for what he did to you,' he said, pulling his wand from deep within his robe. 'Go Hermione. I've got this.'

Ron was steadily holding his wand, pointing it directly at Draco who didn't even blink an eye, completely unmoved as always. The happy, relaxed and open Draco that I had been with just a moment before was gone. In his place was the cold, emotionless Draco Malfoy that the rest of the world was used to. He had his bored expression on his face, barely masking the tension that was so clearly underneath. His eyes didn't leave Ron's, a silent challenge in his gaze. The whole situation was so familiar and was leaving me with a sense of déjà vu as history was nearly repeating itself. I was getting incredibly frustrated with the two men in front of me fighting and more importantly, fed up with them acting like I wasn't even here and had no say in the matter.

'Ron put your wand away,' I ordered him, moving around to stand in front of him, putting my hands on his chest, trying to calm him down and also keep him back and away from Draco. 'You don't understand.'

Ron looked at me for a moment and then over my head, staring at Draco. Whatever he saw there made him grab hold of my wrists and push me away in disgust.

'No, I think I understand perfectly. You're still with him.'

'Ron listen to me. He didn't do anything to me,' I said, begging him to understand, 'He's innocent. Professor McGonagall knows it wasn't him,' I added, hoping that he might be persuaded if he at least knew that the headmistress had officially cleared him.

'You know I was coming to look for you. I was coming to see if you were alright and yet here you are with him.' Ron was holding onto his temper by the tiniest of threads and I had the feeling that those threads were going to unravel at any moment. 'When are you finally going to wake up and see him for what he is?'

'Ron, you are not listening to me,' I said in as calm a voice as I could, 'Draco is innocent,' I said slowly.

Ron looked at me for the longest moment before the last delicate thread holding his emotions in place snapped in two as it face went an even darker colour, something I hadn't thought possible, and the decibels rose to such a level that they were near enough off the scale. 'Hermione, don't be such a fucking idiot. You used to be smart. What the hell happened?' Ron gave me a look of such complete hate and contempt that it was like an arrow straight through me. I recoiled away from him, trying hard not to let the hurt show on my face, but I couldn't hide the sparkling of tears that had filled my eyes. However I clearly wasn't the only one to lose control of my emotions, as Draco sprang into action and the calm mask, slipping to reveal the anger that he had been concealing.

'Don't talk to her like that,' Draco said, every syllable containing the traces of anger. He stepped towards Ron, meeting him eye for eye.

'Who the fuck do you think you are?' Ron answered, meeting Draco's challenge. 'I've known her for years. I'll speak to her however I damn well like.' Needless to say my tears evaporated in a single instant. I opened my mouth to give Ron a piece of my mind but I was beaten to it.

'Not if I have anything to say about it,' Draco challenged.

'Oh really, and what are you going to do about it?' Ron closed the last remaining inches between them, their noses almost touching. 'Are you going to stop me? Malfoy,' Ron spat, pushing Draco on the shoulder, hoping to provoke him. I could see the tension radiating from Draco as he was pushed to the limits of his restraint. I could see the tic in his jaw as he clenched it tight, but he stood firm, not giving in to his anger, the polar opposite of Ron.

'Oh come on Malfoy, what are you going to do? Are you going to hit me? Push me down the stairs? Curse me?' Ron pushed Draco's shoulder, goading him.

'Ron stop,' I begged him, seeing Draco's anger rising, knowing that it could only be a moment before Draco exploded in retaliation.

'No,' Ron said, although I didn't know if it was directed to me, or whether it was a taunt to Draco. His mouth was quirked up slightly and we both knew that he was only a moment away from tipping Draco over the edge. 'Well, how about you torture me? I hear you've got experience in that area. Deatheater. Or are you too much of a coward?'

Just like I had predicted Draco suddenly lunged forward his fist connecting with Ron's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. Enraged, Ron then flew at Draco and the two were locked together, with fists flying everywhere. It was all I could do to get out of there way without being taken down by them, again! It wasn't until I saw the red flash of blood that I finally burst into action and used my wand to separate them. Although Ron seemed to have the beginning of a black eye, Draco had a burst lip, a steady trickle of blood running down his chin and dripping onto his white shirt. I ran forward and crouched down in front of Draco, trying to see if he was okay. I turned around to face Ron and ignored the hurt look in his eyes as he watched us.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' I yelled at Ron, throwing him a look of disgust over my shoulder.

'Me!' Ron asked in outrage. 'He was the one who hit me Hermione.'

'Because you provoked him Ron. Besides he's the one who's bleeding, not you.'

Ron looked at me for one long moment. I could see his anger slowly dissipating and I watched as slowly his face changed and I could see him come to sort of realisation. 'So this is it then? You're really choosing him?'

'Ron,' I said standing up to face him, 'it's not like that.'

'It is to me,' he answered, stepping back as I reached out towards him. 'You have to choose, Hermione. Him or me?'

Ron was in so much pain and I knew that I was the cause of it. A few simple words and I could help to make everything better. Yet in making Ron feel better I would be hurting Draco and hurting myself. It was an impossible choice. How can you choose between your best friend and the one person who has actually helped you to feel whole again? It was an impossible choice and it wasn't a choice that I was willing to make. I needed them both and I wasn't prepared to lose either of them. Yet the decision didn't seem to be in my hands. Ron seemed to sense my dilemma. He knew that I wasn't going to make a decision and that was decision enough.

'I see,' he said, shaking his head with obvious disbelief. He took one deep breath as if to compose himself and then stepped right in front of me, lowering his head slightly to look me directly in the eye. 'You know he might have fooled you Hermione, but he will never fool me. I know what he did and I swear to god one day I will make him pay.'

With one last look of contempt at Draco, Ron stormed off down the corridor and I let him go. There wasn't anything that I could say to him to make the situation better. He needed me to walk away from Draco, but that was something that I couldn't do.

I sighed deeply and pushed all thoughts of Ron from my head, before I turned back to Draco. He had picked himself up from the floor and was watching me carefully. He had wiped the blood from his lip, but had only managed to smear it across his chin. I walked up to him, and waved my wand over his face, healing his cut and cleaning his face. His eyes watched my face the entire time and I had to fight to try and put the small smile on my face and blink back the tears that I could feel shining in my eyes. Smiling up at him, I brushed my finger against his lip, making sure that it had fully healed.

'There. All better,' I said. Draco reached up and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from his face and holding it between us.

'Maybe you should listen to him,' Draco said after a moment of silence.

My stomach twisted at his words and it was with great effort that I managed to keep my voice level as I said, 'What?'

'Weasley. Maybe you should listen to him.'

'Draco what are you trying to tell me?' At this he looked away from me, his eyes fixed on the stone wall opposite from him.

'All I'm saying is don't be so quick to throw away your friends. He cares for you and you liked him too. Maybe you should consider it.'

I pulled my hand out of Draco's grasp and took a step away from him. I was struggling to keep the hurt from showing in my face. 'Draco, you had better be kidding right now. I thought you wanted to be with me. I thought…' I trailed off. I thought you loved me, I was going to say.

'Hermione I do, of course I do,' he said taking my hand in his, 'but being with me is hurting you. You're losing one of your best friends and all I'm saying is that if you chose Weasley, then you shouldn't feel guilty about it.

'You listen to me Draco Malfoy. We did not go through months of bullshit for us to finally be together for you to get cold feet. I have proved to you time and time again that I trust you and that I want to be with you, but if you want to end it then you are going to be the one to have to walk away because it sure as hell is not going to be me.'

He whirled around to face me. 'Of course I want to be with you Hermione. I… I love you. I just don't want to hurt you.'

'The only way that you will hurt me is if you walk away from me,' I said honestly, knowing full well that he would break me completely if he ended what was between us. Even though everything up until that point had been difficult and crazy, I had come to need him in my life.

A genuine smile crossed Draco's features. The first one I had seen in a long time. 'Well then I guess you're stuck with me then because I'm not going anywhere. As long as you want me, I'm here.'

'I will always want you,' I said.

He pulled me closer to him, reaching down to kiss me when he jerked me towards him and I gasped from the sharp pain from within my bruised ribs.

'Oh Merlin, I'm sorry Hermione,' he said pulling back, holding me as if I was made of glass.

'Its fine,' I laughed, reaching up to pull him towards me again. 'Just be gentle.'

Draco and I spent the rest of the day together. Although we had nothing to hide and Draco was completely in the clear, we did make ourselves pretty scarce. We didn't need any more unexpected confrontations in the corridors. Whilst we were in the kitchens trying to get something to eat away from prying eyes, Draco told me all about what had happened while I had been in the hospital wing- how he had been questioned for hours in the headmistresses office by aurors from the ministry, how they had searched his belongings, how he hadn't been allowed to go to classes or eat in the great hall. How no one would tell him what was happening with me and how he had been out of his mind with worry.

After a long moment of silence in which we were just enjoying being with each other, Draco asked me something that had obviously been on his mind. 'Hermione, I know this hard but I have to ask. Do you remember anything else from that night?'

I thought back again to what I did actually remember, but I remembered nothing new. I remembered arguing with Ron and nothing else. 'No, I don't. Why do you ask?'

He thought over his response for a moment, clearly thinking how to phrase what he was trying to say. 'Hermione someone tried to hurt you. That curse is not one that many people can perform properly. You have to mean it, really mean it for it to have any affect.'

He paused, gauging my reaction which judging by his reaction, I was guessing wasn't good. Of course I knew I had been attacked and that someone had wanted to hurt me. But I still hadn't really thought about it like that. That someone had really hated me enough to want to cause me physical harm and unimaginable pain. I had been too busy thinking about Draco and trying to work out if I believed that he was guilty to actually realise that if he was innocent, that of course meant someone else was guilty.

'All I'm saying is that, whoever they are, they are still out there and you need to be careful. Have your wand close by at all times and try not to wander about too much alone. I will be here for you Hermione and I am going to protect you. No one's ever going to hurt you again.'

A/N- So the response to the last chapter was really disappointing. Thanks to the two people who took the time to review, but only two reviews makes me pretty sad. Reviews honestly mean so much to everyone who posts a story and really help to motivate me to keep writing and posting. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please leave me a review.