Broken Mirror
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't make proffit either.
A.N.: Can anyone tell me what is a guest?
Chapter 2
It felt so soft... There was something covering her. Something warm. It was silent, but not in a bad way. Not that silence when everyone's expecting something to happen. It was peacefull. SHE felt peacefull. Her head was resting on something very confortable, and for a change, she could feel her toes. And to make things even better, there had been no nightmares. Something wrong was not right.
She tried to move, and found that she could actually do that. It was probably thanks to her sleep. She was still tired, but she supposed she would feel like that for a long time.
Slowly, she openned her eyes. The room was dark, but not as much as her cell in Azkaban. The black curtains had been slightly openned so that some light could enter the room. She guessed that if the curtains were closed, it would be impossible to any light come in.
Looking around, she saw that she was laying in a Kingsise bed. The shits were made of green silk, but she was under plenty of blankets. There were some bookcases, a desk and a fire place. The why of the fire place she didn't knew, but it was obvious it had been put to use recently. There were still some ashes. There were three doors: one that obviously lead to some balcony, other to the bathroom, as she could see throught the open door. The last one she guessed lead to the corridor.
She tried to stand up. As soon as she did, she felt sick and had to sit back down. She placed her head betewen her legs trying to calm down. Ok. She was in a foreign place. She had no idea how she had got there, or if she was alone, or what they were going to do with her. This was not good. Not good at all!
She tried to stand up, and this time she didn't felt that bad. She walked to the door, suporting herself in everything she could grab. Instead of heading to the corridor, she decided to explore the bedroom.
Her legs felt numb, and her vision was terribly blury and she still had the urge to vomit, but Bellatrix had to do something.
She thought whoever took her there might want to make some experience with her, but the conditions were not the right one's for that. If that was the case, she would've been put in another cell, and probably tied up.
Her second thought was St. Mungus, but the acomodations were to diferent and fancy. There were no white walls or the normal sound of Medi Witches giving potions, chating between herself or with pations, and most important, there were no other patients.
She was sure she was in a Mansion. The next question was: who had a Mansion and a motive? She thought about Cissy, but that was just stupid. She knew her sisters didn't really like her. She remembered her first time in Azkaban, when she was told she could write home and receive letters. She had sent so many! It helped her to keep her sanity. And the answers to her letters... They never actually came. She wrote to both Cissy and Andy, but none wrote back, so she gave up after an year (or at least she thought it had been an year).
So basicly, she had no clue why she was there. Maybe Azkaban had finally taken her sanity and none of that was real? At this point, all options were possible.
First thing she did was check the desk. There were was a quill, a feather and some papers. She could see it was all brand knew. She layed one finger on the table and made a half circle before raising it up to the level of her face. There was no dust. That could only mean that someone had cleaned it recently. Wich meant she was not alone.
The bookcases were filled with books about magic, potions, some creatures, bedtime stories, some of those stupid books from Lockart... All gender of books. There were some she already knew, some she had heard about and others she had never seen in her life. She grabed one and read the back cover.
Interesting... So whoever owns this place likes muglle books... Am I in a muggle house!?
Sudendly, she felt a sharp pain on her chest. She bent over and imideatly felt her knees give up. She suported herself with one hand, while the other grabed and twisted the fabric of her nightgown. The pain was so intense that she could barely breath, and throught her closed eyes, she felt tears escaping.
And just as soon as it came, it was gonne. Carefully, not to fall and hit her head, Bellatrix stood was still painful to breath, but she couldn't loose time. The book she had grabed seconds earlier was quite heavy, and she was sure that if someone was on the same floor she was, they would've heard it falling. There was just no time to waste.
She walked slowly and as silent as she could to the door. She openned it, hopping that the sound didn't atract undesired attention.
Outside, she found herself in quite a big corridor. On one side, there were windows, showing a well treated garden. The trees were full of red and yellow leafs, and the sound of birds and other animals could be heard. Althought she was sure the sound of one particular bird came from inside the house, most probably an owl.
On the other side, there were three doors. And a staircase, both leading down and up. Her bedroom (as the dark witch had started to call it for better orientation, and not because she actually like it) was the last one on the right corner.
The walls had a nice light green colour, while the doors were made of some black wood. The curtains were wight, contrasting with the one of her bedroom. Thankfully, they had been closed, so she only had to shut her eyes a bit to stop the pain and make it berable to look around.
Bellatrix started walking towards the stairs, allways paying attention to any sound. By now, she could feel herself shaking. The temperature outside of her room was much colder than inside. This, and the diference between the curtains made her think that maybe, whoever took her there, had taken special measures just for her. Just maybe.
The stairs leading down were like the ones of Hogwarts. There were no photographs on the walls, wich lead the dark witch to think that the owner had just moved in and did not have the time to fully decorate it.
There wasn't a wall on the left side, so she could see the part of the first floor. When she finally arrived at the end of the stairs, she was panting heavily, sweat covering her forhead. She could see two doors, one behind her and other on her left. However, the way to the living room was straight ahead.
This was her chance to escape. She had no idea what this people were going to do with her, and she would rather not discover.
The best thing to do was search for a wand, but as she seemed to be alone, that would be impossible. And she could not afford wasting time. Besides, she doubt she could aparatte in her current state.
Well, she had to get out one way or another. If she found a broom, maybe she could breack the glass from one of the windows and fly away. But probably the glass was charmed, and she had no proves that she wouldn't passe out while flying anytime soon.
In fact, she was almost sure that would happen eventually. Her thoughts were clouded and she felt numb, a suden urge to vomit. Her legs failed once again, and this time she had a coughing fit. Something warm touched her hand. There was something red on the carpet, as well as all over her.
What's this? Why is it all over me? ARGH! MY HEAD!
She clutched her head, trying to stop the pain. It was unbeareble, to the point of not only bring tears to her eyes, but to actually make her scream. Now, Bellatrix Lestrange was someone used to pain. For her to scream in aggony her lungs out and her throat raw, there was a need of a great deel of pain. It was almost as bad as the Cruciatus curse. Almost.
Meanwhile, a certain Gryfindor had been writing a letter in the living room. A cup of tea in hand and also a book, the things were looking good. The perfect afternoon.
The letter was to be sent to the Ministry, informing them how Mrs Lestrange was in no condition to go there anytime soon.
The rehab programme gave three weeks to the responsible person to learn more about the other person and help her at home. During those weeks, only the warden would have to go there, give reports and do other burocratic stuff. However, next thing in the programme was for both the warden and the person in rehabilitation to start a project together, trying to find some focus on the other person's life. And there was no way Bellatrix would be fit to get out of home in three weeks times. There would be needed at least three months, so they would only start the project in January.
She had been sipping on her tea, trying to figure out the best way to explain to Shaklebolt this delicated situation when she heard something moving upstairs.
Yesterday, Hermione had left Bellatrix assleep in her bedroom around four o'clock. The older witch had been exausted and confused, that much was obvious. Hermione thought that maybe it would be a good idea to let the other woman sleep as much as she could.
However, it seemed that the dark witch was finally awake. She stared at the cucu clock at the wall (a present from her parents after their travel to Switzerland) and checked the time. Around four pm. Bellatrix had slept for almost an all day.
She could hear her walking down stairs, so Hermione decided to wait for her. It was good sign if Bellatrix was already up. A REALLY good sign. Maybe Bellatrix wasn't as bad as she looked yesterday. Maybe it was just the first chock. Maybe the woudns weren't so bad, and the injuries were just superficial.
Well, if the dark haired witch was up, better go get her something to eat. Hermione placed down her cup, and made her way to the kitchen. Now, what would a person who as been in Azkaban for a total of seventeen years like to eat?
Hermione had just started warming some water when she sudendly heard something (or someone) fall and an agonyzing scream.
She run as fast as she could, only to find Bellatrix in the fetal position on a pool of blood ( her own blood), sucking air with dificulty, grabing her head and mumbling something incomprehensible. It seemed that big part of the pain was gonne and that the other witch was in a trance.
So much for her being better than I thought...
Slowly, not to startle the other witch, Hermione knealed down next to her. Almost as if she was scared, she extended a hand. When Bellatrix made no move to either slap away the hand or grasp it, the brunete placed her hand on the other woman's head. She placed some of her wild looks behind one hear, and what she saw made her heart skeep a beat.
Bellatrix's eyes were hollow, staring blankly at the space. There was a stream of blood from her mouth to her chin, and her body started to shake. She was paler than Hermione had ever seen her. Now closer, she could hear what the ex-Death Eater was saying.
"It was not me... It was not me... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... It was not me... Please..." she was completely lost.
Hermione placed a hand under the other woman's head and other on her neck, and placed it on her lap. However, Hermione's touched only made things worst. The movement snaped Bellatrix out of her transe. Her eyes shot up, and as if seeing Hermione for the first time, she went panick.
Her breathing got worst, her eyes shut close, her hands were no longer grabing her head, but were now protecting her, she started rocking herself and started talking much faster.
This reaction made Hermione go panick too. She had tried a gentel aproach, but things had gonne down the hill, and so she had to think fast. She had no idea what provocad that reaction. She grabed Bellatrix face forcefully and forced to look at her, but the other woman's eyes remained closed.
"Open your eyes." the speed with wich the dark witch openned them was frighting. And looking inside them was even worst. It was obvious that she hadn't escaped completely that transe she had been.
"It's OK. Everythings fine. I know it was not you." Whatever that means. This seemed to help the older witch a bit, since she was no longer trying to protect herself, but the look of distrust was still there.
"Just come with me to the living room and I'll explain everything, yes?"
Slowly, very slowly, without a word, Bellatrix tried to stand up. A new wave of diziness hit her, and she would have fallen if Hermione hadn't placed an arm around her waist. The young witch could have sworn that she saw a look of pure shock on the woman's face, but if it ever was there, than Bellatrix had hidden it very quickly.
They walked to the living room where Bellatrix sat on the sofa, just for Hermione to push her down and put her legs up on the sofa, until the older witch was laying in a sleeping position.
Hermione then run to the kitchen and grabbed all the potions that Draco had sent throught Harry earlier that day.
Bellatrix was left alone with her thoughts in the living room. She was very confused. Way more confused than she had been before. Her mind was still foggy from her 'episod', but many thoughts were swimming inside her head.
Looks like I'm not alone after all. Why didn't she come earlier? I wasn't very quiet... And where the fuck is the girl?! And why does she seems familiar?! That's only one reasenable explanation: I'VE FINALLY GONNE COMPLETELY BONKERS AND THIS ARE THE SIDE EFFECTS OF SOME STUPID SEDATING POTION! Wait... Does that means that I'm in St. Mungus?! NO! NO, I'M NOT STAYING HERE! Wait, this does not look like St Mungus at all... Ah yeah, I'm probably having allucinations! The fuck are they going to do with me?! Shit! Why is i-
" Are you alright?" the dark witch had been so deep in thoughts and busy going panic (she really needed to stop doing that) that she hadn't seen the girl come back. There was now a wood box on the table in front of the sofa she was laying in. She saw the girl was sitting on the edge of the sofa near her, a hand covering one of her own. Don't toutch me!
Bellatrix flinched and broke the contact between the two, snatching her hand away. She imedeatly regreted it, not only because without the toutch it felt colder ( she hadn't even noticed when a blanket was placed on her legs, or how warm the other girl was), but because of the brief look of pain that crossed the brunete's face.
Snap out of it Bellatrix! You're Bellatrix Lestrange! You don't feel bad because of other people's pain! In the end, she should be punished for toutching you without permition! But that never really helped you, did it? Maybe I should apologiese... AHRG, WHY DOES EVERYTHIG HAVE TO BE SO CONFUSING!
Hermione had decided to prepare Bellatrix some tea with milk and honey (sugar was allways a good help recovering from any disease) and some toasts with butter. Who doesn't like toasts and tea? She quickly grabbed the box with the Malfoy shield of armors and went back to the living room.
She was both reliefed and worried when she saw her gest. On one side, the witch seemed to be completely out of what ever had hapenned. Maybe it was a normal thing for her? You knew she was insane...But still there was something there, something that Hermione couldn't point yet.
The down side was that she was obviously in deep thought and hiper ventilating. Hermione saw her face change from confusion to oustrage, to complete and utter fear, to fustration and finally to anger.
That's when she decided it would be better to stop that chain of thoughts. Bellatrix was a very powerfull witch and she certainly could do raw magic. She slowly aproached the witch, carefully not to startle her. Seeing that the witch was so distracted that didn't even noted her presence, she placed the box and food on the table and sat in the edge o the sofa, covering one o Bellatrix's hand with her own.
So cold... That was the first thing she felt. Of course the other witch was shivering. She would have to solve that urgently! The second thing that caught her attention was the fact that the witch's shivers seemed to slow down a bit with the human toutch. Three years without any human contact would probably do the same to me...
"Are you alright?" her voiced was like a wake up call in the other witches eyes. They went wide and looked at her as if ACTUALLY seeing her. She then looked at her hand and with a face of disgust and anger pulled away. She did it in quite a ruff way, breacking the conection between them. This hurt Hermione slightly. Even with everything, she thought the dark witch was starting to trust her.
You idiot! Trust would be the last thing she would give you! This a Bellatrix Lestrange who has no idea of where she is or who I am probably!
Seeing that the other witch was starting to loose herself in deep thoughts again, she quiclkly spoke to catch her attention.
"Are you hungry? I brought some tea and toasts. I wasn't sure how you like them, so I also brought some milk and honey. Are you better now? I still need to make some exams, but I've already here some potions." Hermione let that out in only one breath, but it did caught the dark witch attention. She was staring at the food with a starved gazed. A litle more and she would be drolling.
However, Bellatrix knew better than to just accept food from a stranger. Or anyone in fact. Not after the last time. No matter how good it smelled, or how hungry one are, eating possible poisoness food was something Bellatrix did NOT have on her list of things to do. What if the food had some sleeping drout so that she could be put into sleep again and the people in St Mungus could do experiments on her?! Or whoever this girl worked for. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Who are you?" How?! How?! How hadn't she remembered to introduce herself!? Or explain where the witch was and why!? How?! After the way the witch had react when she first arrived. It was obvious that she was in the dark about all of this.
"Sorry. I better start from the beginning. Well, I'm Hermione Jean Granger. I'm twenty one and I'm working for the Ministry." hearing the word 'Ministry' made Bellatrix sneer. She would never help them in anything, if that was what they were asking for. "You have been in Azkaban for three years-" Shit! How did the time went by so slowly?! "- before you were brought here yesterday. You have been sleeping since yesterday afternoon, Mrs Lestrange." the look on Bellatrix face hardened hearing this. " You're here because the Ministry has started a Rehabilitation problem to help the prisioners to integrat in socieaty. Al-"
"I'm not insane." What's that supposed to mean?! I didn't even said she was! Not that I would ever say that. Would I? "I don't need REHABILITATION." Oh.. So that is where the thought came... Who would say Bellatrix Lestrange was so sensitive abou this,ãh?
"Mrs Lestrange, please understand that we can't just let every prisioner free. They were placed in Azkaban "-Bellatrix shivered visibly-" for a reason. The rehab program is to try to change the views of those people a make them see their mistakes." It was obvious for Hermione Bellatrix did not enjoy beeing called 'Lestrange'.
"Try to change their views to what?! To what you think is RIGHT? Isn't that against what you, the Order of the Phoenix , proclame to be right? Wound't you be restraining the freedom of those people in some way?" Danm this woman! She does have some reason...
"Your right." it took all of Hermione's courage to say that staring in the eye the other woman. And all her will power not to laught at the expression of complete shock Bellatrix made. "You do have a point. But you have to understand our side too. It's not nice for muggleborns to be chased, tortured and killed, you know?"
"But you are the ones who don't see our point! How do yo-" the older witch could say no more because she was atacked by a coughing fit.
"Maybe we should leave this conversation for another time. Here, have some tea." she lifted the cup and helped Bellatrix to drink. After some sips, the raven haired woman finaly calmed down.
"Just one more thing: where am I? And what do you have to do with all of this?"
"Your at my home. And tecnically I'm here to help you." Hermione handed the plate with the toasts to Bellatrix.
"And how did this hapenned?" seeing the confused expression on the young witch face, she explained. "Why me? I understand the prison is full, but I doubt anyone wants me to go walking around freely."
"Well, you see... They kind of gave us the chance to choose who we wanted to 'help' and I... " the litle Gryfindor lowered her head to hide the deep red that covered her face. She expected the other witch to laught, to taunt her, to try and scare her, like the crazy woman she was.
"You cho- choosed... me..." Never once in her life Bellatrix felt like this. It was so... Wrong! Her mind couldn't get away from that word. And feeling. She knew it was wrong. The girl... This girl was a mudblood! And still she had choosed to help her. Even if she had tortured her in Malfoy Manor... Oh, yes!Because Bellatrix remembered the girl... She remembered every and all of her victims, if not their names, at least their faces. How could she forget if she kept hearingthem? And still the girl wanted to help her... It was just... Wrong! "Why?"
"I needed to understand. Even after three years... that night..." both witches looked away from each other. But for VERY diferent reasons.
Even in this state... Even like this... Thin and weak... Bellatrix was something else. Her eyes were so unic. They looked black, but with the right light, with some strong feelings, anger or hapinness, they turned purple. And that night in Malfoy Manor... She saw something. Those eyes were full of ghosts. She had to know?! Hermione had to understand!
The other woman was still in shock. Bellatrix never thought that someone would try to understand. Understand why she did those things. But it was all so wrong. Everything was wrong. She shouldn't feel this. She shouldn't give in so easely! She shouldn't act like this nice person. But this who you are... Could it be? After everything, after all this time... It was just so confusing. She should be mean, try to hurt and degread this mudblood. And still, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Why? Because she wants to understand. Because she didn't push you away... No one had ever tried to do that. Was that reason enough to act 'nice'? Well, the girl did give a care, so why not try?
The silence was heavy. Too heavy. Better do something about this. Hermione had just the perfect idea.
"Let's start the exams, ãh?" the brunete quickly got her out of her sleeve.
"Sure! But I'm not going to stop eating." Danm, this woman looks cute even when she's speaking with her mouth full. Snap it Hermione! Not now!
"Yeah sure. So, I think you might have anemia, as well as hypothermia. And besides that, your eyes aren't used to this much light anymore. And you also have several intenal wounds, more specifically on your stomach and liver. But with some time we will get there. Those ones you have for sure. Now I need you to tell me what you feel."
"Why not use a spell to know?" she scratched her hair. Sudendly, her face changed into a frown. "You cut my hair. And untangled it? Did you fix my theet too?"
"Well, I... Yeah... And I also changed your clothes and cleaned a bit. I didn't mean too well... you know... " How does one tell the most dangerous witch that she was seen naked but not on purpose?
"It's fine. Really." No modesty. Why am I not surprised? "I suppose you wouldn't mind to do it again thought?" the dark haired witch pointed to her black nightgown. The front part was all covered in blood. Had Hermione really forgoten to do that?
"Scourgify. There, all cleaned." Hermione smiled warmly to the dark witch.
"What about the carpet?" Bellatrix surprised herself when she felt the corners of her mouth twist up. Gladly, she was quick enough to change it into a smirk.
"I'll do it later." she couldn't believe the dark woman had smiled to her! Well, she technacly smirked... But stil! Hermione, for goodness sake, focus yourself! You're not some a teenager.! "Ok. What do you feel when you breath?"
"Don't worry about that. I have trouble breathing because I have asthma. Honnestly, I think you should worry more about this dark spots. They kind of hurt." the dark witch lifted her cloth, showing the redish dark spots all over her belly, legs and arms.
"I have a potion for that already. I think those are infections. Maybe some injuries where the skin grew, covering them. Of course they might be bruises too, so I also have a cream to aply every day." Hermjone knew there was more in that that Bellatrix was saying. The Gryfindor believed Bellatrix knew what some of those spots were, but she wound't push Bellatrix. "I also have something for your bones. The cuts in your wrists and ankles are deep, so I'm going to let them heal naturally and bandage them. I have a potion for pain, one for your loss of blood, one to help keep the food in your stomach. Better have this one now. One sleeping potion, one dreamless potion, one...
"I got it. You have everything covered. Could you just get an inhaler?" Hermione grabed a litle notebook and started writing what Bellatrix said. "Oh, and you probably should know that I have Attention and Hyperactive Disorder. Just to let you know what ypu got yoursle into."
"Right. No problem. You've lived all your life with that, I'm sure we will manage. So, I made some tests while you were sleeping, and you might have some broken bones. More precissely your right wrist and one or two ribs."
"Great! That explaines the pain." Bellatrix leaned more deeply in the sofa, now her food finished. "Now that you've made all the exams, what are we supposed to do?"
"Well, tecnically we have three weeks before we have to present our selves in the Ministry and start a project. Before you ask, you can choose whatever you want to do for it, but you have to do it in the Ministry. But I don't think you are in conditions to do it, so we just have to start in January. Until then, we're going to train your magic and body, to help you get better."
"Does that mean..." Bellatrix' eyes were shinning. Does beautifull, beautifull purple eyes... Hermione showed her the box behind her. Slowly, she openned it, reaviling a curved wand.
"My wand! That's my wand! How?! Why!?" this was too good! Way too good!
"The Ministry told me to give you your wand when I saw fit. They said I could place any restrictions I want, both in the wand and in your magical core." Hermione could see Bellatrix didn't like the idea of restrictions, or anyone messing with her magical core. "But I didn't do any of that, so don't worry. And you can leave the house whenever you want, but I would rather if you did it with me only. People probably won't like the idea of..." awkward silnce. Again. Hermione really didn't knew ow to adress her guest past.
"Can't wait to hang out with me, can you?" Hermione could feel the hit raising to her cheeks as a smirk graced Bellatrix's features and she raises an eyebrow. How can I find the woman who tortured me, a woman in such poor health conditions, this sexy!? Wait, what!? I do not think that! Do I?
"Don't worry pet. And... thanks. For not messing up with my magic and everything." it was simple, but it was a start.
"Oh, I was going to place restrictions. Many and many restrictions." Bellatrix frowned and Hermione smiled. "But let's just say you're diferent than what I thought you'd be."
"You mean I didn't try to run out of the house, shoting Unforgivables at everything?" Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. "I could still do that if you want."
"No thanks, I trust you know exacly what to do." Hermione let out a good hearted laugth,but Bellatrix lingered on that word. Trust...
They spent the rest of the evening in the living room reading. Hermione didn't have any book she hadn't read yet. In the last three years there hadn't been a lot of discoveries, so there hadn't been much to write about. They discovered that the favorite book of both was 'Hogwarts: A History', so Hermione lended her the book.
That night, when they went to their respective rooms, (Bellatrix still hadn't explored the house), both witches had their minds full of thoughts.
Hermione was confused. She had expected the dark witch to be mean, allways spating stuff about mudbloods, insultig her... Being the insane witch she had seen all those years before in the Department of Misterys for the first time. But this Bellatrix was... diferent. She had given her the scare when Hermione saw her on the ground covered in blood. Of course she knew the most dificult part would be healing her mentally, after all, there had been plenty of traumatizing experiences in Bellatrix life. She decided to leave that alone for now, as well as all the pureblood-mudblood issue. Still, whatever she felt for the other witch... It had started long ago.
In the beginning it was nothing more than respect and admiration. Bellatrix was verything Hermione wanted to be. She stood for her beliefs, was one of the most powerfull witches ever, the smartest witch of her age... Of course Hermione still didn't understood how Molly had won, but she had a feeling Bellatrix was hiding something about that...
But today? Bellatrix had been nice. They were more alike than she thought... And those eyes... She felt it was all wrong, but still... Time would bring answers for sure.
Bellatrix was more angry with herself than confused. She had betrayed all her believes! She had broken her character... So much for concelieng! She hadn't been like this in a long time. She hadn't been herself since her first years at Hogwarts, before everything went wrong. And now, from no where, this mudblood witch appeared and she just couldn't bring herself to hurt her, humiliat her, to be insane... And still, this witch,was the one who she had tortured, helped her. She was the only person to reach her during an episod. To try to understand her. Hermione had given her a chance. A real chance. But the question was: a chance for what? A life full of loneliness? Not even her sisters liked her. Not even her family had liked her. She didn't understood why she had act like that. She knew there was nothing for her here (or anywhere in fact), she knew she should've been anoyed, she should have sulked, she should've not trusted the other witch so easely! It was against all she had ever donne in her life... And still, Hermione had something that made Bellatrix trust her. But one person was not enough to make a life berable!
And what if she had enjoyed the evening in the companion of the witch?! It meant nothing! The other witch would probably wake up any time now, and see her for what she trully was: a insane murderer! A few hours together were nothing. In the end of this, she would be left alone. Again. Hermione probably had some boyfriend waiting, and a family...
When they fell assleep, both Hermione and Bellatrix were exausted. The next months would be full of action, and those hours were just the beginning.
To be continued...
A.N.: And here it is, the secodn chapter. It ended up being much bigger than I thought. Sorry about any mistakes. And sorry if it is confusing, but there's just so many things going inside both their heads and so many ideas in mine that it's dificult to organise everything.
A big thanks to all the people who favorited and and are following this story, and principally to the ones who left reviews. I really like hearing your thoughts, so please tell me what you think! Adeus.