I'm so sorry for the long wait; I would have updated much earlier, but ff.net was down, so I couldn't, and then I got some new drawing materials.
I went into drawing-frenzy, and drew like ten pictures a day. I am now the proud owner of two competed Harry Potter-fanarts, none of them including Harry Potter. (I have a habit of drawing Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and my OC. All Slytherins. See, I knew there was something wrong with me.) The damn pictures took six hours each to complete, so I had no time left to write.
But enough excuses; we need to find out what happens, right?
*********'
Hermione awoke the next morning to the steady thud of a heartbeat. She opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was. The last thing she remembered was sitting down on the pavement, crying. If that was the last thing she'd done, then how come she was lying in a bed, hopefully her own, with someone beside her? Or an even better question, who was that beside her?
She turned her head, trying to see who it was, but ended up looking into someone's rather creased shirt. She turned her head again, and a few strands of long red hair fell into her face. She blinked; trying to remember someone she knew who had long red hair. The closest she came was Ginny Weasley, but Ginny wasn't here. She was in Italy, and Ginny wasn't. And then it hit her; Bill.
But what in the world was Bill doing in her bed?
Wait.
Bill.
In her bed.
Hermione did the first thing that came to her panicked mind; she screamed. Bill arms, which had been around her, jerked away immediately, and in doing so, lifted the covers, revealing to Hermione that she was only wearing what was strictly necessary. She screamed again.
*****'
He had been having a wonderful dream; that he was sleeping in Hermione's bed, until he was awakened by a scream, loud enough to make him wince and clutch his hands over his ears. Silence returned for a few second, and then the second scream came. He opened his eyes and stared straight at Hermione's face.
So it hadn't been a dream. For a second, he panicked, thinking about what had happened, but then he took in his fully clothed state, and breathed a sigh of relief. And then he started to chuckle quietly. She instantly stopped screaming, and stared at him in disbelief.
"What's so damn funny?" She demanded while clutching the covers around her.
"Your face, ´Mione." He got out.
"Bill, I'm only going to ask this once, so listen carefully; WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" She shouted.
"Easy now ´Mione; no need to freak out. I found you on the pavement, asleep." He said, wincing.
"That does not explain why you are in my bed, assuming that it is my bed." She told him, fighting to keep her voice calm.
"Oh, it's your bed alright." Bill assured her, "Like I said, I found you on the pavement, and brought you back here. You were wet and cold, so I had to take off your clothes, or you'd freeze to death. But thing is, you were still shivering afterwards, and I remembered a few survival lessons I'd taken about keeping someone warm. It requires body heat, you see, so I had to sleep in the same bed." He explained quickly, not liking the murderous look on her face.
"Bill, you bloody idiot! Why didn't you use a heating charm? You're out of Hogwarts, for crying out loud!" She snapped.
"Forgot?" He tried, grinning apologetically.
"The scary part is, you probably did." She muttered, glaring at him. "Now, can you please get out, while I get dressed?"
"Oh, um right." Bill mumbled, blushing.
He quickly got out of the bed, trying not to stare too much. When he was out the door, he slammed it shut and started banging his head against the wall. He should not have done that. He had been extremely stupid in not remembering the charm. He had been amazingly bad at explaining why he ended up in her bed. But then again, if he had remembered the charm, he wouldn't have ended up in her bed.
"Damn, that's not what I was supposed to think!" He muttered darkly and banged his head against the wall a few more times, just for good measure.
*******'
Hermione stared at the door, slightly out breath from screaming, still lying on the bed. She couldn't believe she had spent the night in the same bed as Bill. The blush on her cheeks was painful, and she was clutching the covers around her. Muttering curses under her breath, she got up and started dressing, contemplating ways to kill Bill.
She couldn't even remember why she had been on the pavement, crying her heart out last night, yet there she had been, and Bill had found her there when she'd fallen asleep and taken her back to her own bed. She tried to recall why, by the memory kept slipping away, making her grow even more irritated.
She slipped on her shirt, and reached down for her socks, glancing on the bedside table while doing so. The biography was still lying there, opened on the same page as last night. She skimmed the first few lines, and re-read it one more time. And another. She had found why she'd been sleeping on the pavement last night. Grabbing the book, she raced out the door to find Bill.
She halted as soon as she'd shut the door, and stared at him. He was standing next to the door, banging his head against the wall. She raised an eyebrow, and then cleared her throat. He lifted his head of the wall, and stared at her.
"Bill, what are you doing?" She asked.
"Nothing." He mumbled. "I'm busy knocking myself out."
"Well, I'll leave you to it then. I just thought you'd want to know how the break the spell, but oh well, another time." She said lightly and shrugged, turning away.
She hadn't taken more than two steps when Bill started speaking; now sounding completely calm and focused.
"Stop. Turn. Explain." He said.
"Well, last night, I started reading the biography again, and I stumbled on this." She held out the book for him to see.
Bill snatched the book and started reading, stopping every now and then to throw his messy hair back over his shoulder. When he was finished, he looked up at Hermione with a huge grin on his face.
"You did it, ´Mione." He said. "Now let's go see if it works." ¨
He grabbed her hand, which seemed to be a bad habit of his, and dragged her out the door. It was all she could do to keep up.
*****'
They reached the university faster than they ever had before, and Bill knocked on the library door. No one opened, so he pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, and dragged Hermione inside.
He dragged her down the stairs, nose deep in the book, muttering to himself. Halfway down he stopped and looked at her.
"What's the incantation?" He asked.
"Aurora Borealis, duh. Our friend Tomas Larsson wasn't a very complicated man." She said, rolling her eyes.
"So, all we need to do is drop some blood on the chest and say ´Borealis Aurora´? But that's too simple!" He said. "And besides, hiding your greatest secret in your biography isn't a very smart thing to do. What if someone found it?"
"Well, you know what they say." She smiled.
"No, what do they say?" He stopped again, puzzled.
"´If you want to hide something, hide it in plain view´." She quoted.
"Bloody illogical Muggle-sayings." He muttered and started downwards again.
Only when they were in the cellar, standing in front of the chest, Bill let go of her hand. He handed her the book, and started digging through his pocket. After some times searching, he pulled out a penknife with a triumphant grin. With it, he nicked his finger, and let the blood drop onto the chest. He held out his hand, and she handed him his wan, which he had given her on the way there. He pointed it at the chest, and cleared his throat.
"You might want to step back and shut your eyes, ´Mione." He told her.
She did so, and watched him from a corner of the room.
"Borealis Aurora." He said clearly.
A blue light shot out of his wand and hit the chest, making it flash red, then yellow and then white. The light grew in intensity until it was impossible to look at without going blind, and they both turned their backs to the chest. Finally, it faded again, leaving them half-blind but alive.
Bill turned around again, quickly followed by Hermione, and the two of them stared at the chest. It looked just the same as before, but as they watched, it gave an audible click, and the lid moved a fraction of an inch, but far enough for them to see it.
"We did it!" Bill exclaimed, turning around and wrapping Hermione in a hug, nearly dancing with joy.
She hugged back, laughing out loud, happy to be rid of the burden of tedious research. Tears of relief streamed down her face, and she felt like climbing on top of the highest tower she could find and shout out her joy to the rest of the world.
"´Mione? Are you crying? Is something wrong?" Bill noticed her tears, and stopped smiling suddenly.
"No, nothing's wrong at all! I'm crying because I'm happy, silly." She explained to him, grinning hugely through her tears.
"Good; I hate to see you cry." He murmured in her ear as he hugged her closer.
Hermione blinked, bewildered. Someone had deemed it necessary to drop reality back onto her head, and she realized she was being hugged rather fiercely by Bill Weasley, who had just confessed he hated to see her cry. She leaned back a bit and stared at him.
He stared back, not saying a word. In the dark cellars his blue eyes seemed to sparkle even more than usual, and his long hair looked closer to crimson than the faded red it actually was. Slowly, as if afraid to scare her, he inched closer, all the while looking into her eyes. When he was only inches away, Hermione closed her eyes.
She couldn't believe that Bill was kissing her. And damn, it was a good kiss. How come no one had kissed her like this before? She'd only ever dated Viktor Krum and Terry Boot, once at the beginning of sixth year, and to tell the truth, none of them were very good kissers. Her train of thought was interrupted by yet another kiss, and she kissed back, never wanting this moment to end.
Unfortunately, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, echoing through the cellars, closer and closer to them. Bill lifted his head instantly, and stared at her for a few seconds before realizing what had happened. He blushed brightly, and let go of her.
"Sorry." He mumbled, and turned to face however was coming.
She stared at him, open mouthed. He was sorry? For what? Kissing her? Why was he sorry about kissing her? Was he daft? She'd kissed him back for crying out loud! And he still seemed to believe it was something to be sorry for. Without another second hesitation, she reached out and grabbed his hand.
He started and jerked his head around to stare at her. His gaze travelled from her face to their joined hands, and he relaxed somewhat. He gave her hand a squeeze and took a step closer to her, glancing over his shoulder to see whoever it was approaching.
The librarian came into view, talking to someone else. Bill shot her a glance, and she raised an eyebrow. The librarian had never been down in the cellars while they were there, not since the first day.
"Ah, Bill, just who I was looking for!" The mysterious second person exclaimed as soon as he spotted them.
Bill grinned, and Hermione soon followed suit.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt! I haven't seen you in ages!" Bill exclaimed, holding out his hand to the man.
"It's only been six months, Bill. How're you doing? And who's this?" He turned to Hermione. "No, wait, don't tell me; I've seen this young lady before. Hermione Granger, am I right?" He continued.
"Yes Mr Shacklebolt." Hermione replied politely.
"Call me Kingsley; everyone else does. But Bill, I was looking for you. I need some building plans that you've got, and since I was in Rome anyway, I thought I'd drop by." Kingsley explained.
"Yeah, right, Kings'. I bet Mum sent you to check up on me." Bill chuckled, and Kingsley looked a bit surprised at getting a nickname.
"Oh, don't mind him, Kingsley; he insists that everyone should have a nickname, whether they like it or not. I ended up as ´Mione, for some reason." She shrugged.
"Aye, he has a bad habit, that's true. But Bill, I really need those building plans. It can wait though; what's going on here?" He looked over their shoulders at the chest.
Bill straightened up and pulled Hermione closer to him, putting an arm around her shoulder and grinning proudly.
"We just broke the Borealis Curse." He told Kingsley.
"You did what? But no one knows how to do that!" The librarian asked, staring at them slack-jawed.
"It was ´Mione. She found an old biography and figured out how to break the spell." Bill said proudly, hugging her closer to him.
Kingsley congratulated them and grinned a little looking at Hermione and Bill standing so close together. It seemed like the brown haired girl had caught the Weasley who had been doomed to be a bachelor until he died. Hopefully, that would not be the case now.
*******'
A few hours later, they finally escaped the university grounds. The librarian had sneaked off somewhere in the middle of their conversation with Kingsley, and had apparently called the Fiddler's Fair version of the Daily Prophet. As soon as they came out of the cellars, carrying the now deactivated chest, they had been swarmed with reporters asking them about how they'd broken the curse and who they were and a whole heap of other questions.
They delivered the chest to the local Gringotts office and headed back to the Swan and Dragon. People shot them a few curious glances on their way back, some even pointed and whispered, but Bill and Hermione, who were oblivious to the fact that they were still holding hands, didn't notice. They were dusty and covered in cobweb, but ignored this as they walked through the streets of Fiddler's Fair.
Bill slammed the door to their rooms shut and leaned against it, sighing in relief. He opened his eyes and looked at Hermione, smiling.
"We did it, ´Mione. We did it. I can't believe it; we broke the Borealis Curse!" He caught her in another hug.
"Yes, we did it Bill. Now can you please stop saying that? You've been repeating it for the last few hours." She laughed, hugging him back.
"I know, but I just can't believe it! Thanks for the help, ´Mione." He said, kissing her on the cheek. "But I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Why did you let me kiss you?" He stepped back, looking at her uncertainly.
Hermione had to suppress a smile; he looked like a lost little boy with that expression, so different from the man who had helped defeat Voldemort. She could still remember how he had looked that day; the ponytail messy and streaked with blood, those wonderful blue eyes dull with exhaustion and fear, a fresh cut across his cheek, bleeding slowly. If she concentrated and looked closely, she could still see the traces of the scar.
Smiling, she leaned up to his ear, wrapping her arms around him.
"Because I you wanted to." She whispered softly.
******'
Ending Notes; Alrighties, it's a short chapter, I know. But be happy, damnit! They kissed, didn't they? I'm sorry this took so long; ff.net was down.
I went into drawing-frenzy, and drew like ten pictures a day. I am now the proud owner of two competed Harry Potter-fanarts, none of them including Harry Potter. (I have a habit of drawing Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and my OC. All Slytherins. See, I knew there was something wrong with me.) The damn pictures took six hours each to complete, so I had no time left to write.
But enough excuses; we need to find out what happens, right?
*********'
Hermione awoke the next morning to the steady thud of a heartbeat. She opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was. The last thing she remembered was sitting down on the pavement, crying. If that was the last thing she'd done, then how come she was lying in a bed, hopefully her own, with someone beside her? Or an even better question, who was that beside her?
She turned her head, trying to see who it was, but ended up looking into someone's rather creased shirt. She turned her head again, and a few strands of long red hair fell into her face. She blinked; trying to remember someone she knew who had long red hair. The closest she came was Ginny Weasley, but Ginny wasn't here. She was in Italy, and Ginny wasn't. And then it hit her; Bill.
But what in the world was Bill doing in her bed?
Wait.
Bill.
In her bed.
Hermione did the first thing that came to her panicked mind; she screamed. Bill arms, which had been around her, jerked away immediately, and in doing so, lifted the covers, revealing to Hermione that she was only wearing what was strictly necessary. She screamed again.
*****'
He had been having a wonderful dream; that he was sleeping in Hermione's bed, until he was awakened by a scream, loud enough to make him wince and clutch his hands over his ears. Silence returned for a few second, and then the second scream came. He opened his eyes and stared straight at Hermione's face.
So it hadn't been a dream. For a second, he panicked, thinking about what had happened, but then he took in his fully clothed state, and breathed a sigh of relief. And then he started to chuckle quietly. She instantly stopped screaming, and stared at him in disbelief.
"What's so damn funny?" She demanded while clutching the covers around her.
"Your face, ´Mione." He got out.
"Bill, I'm only going to ask this once, so listen carefully; WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" She shouted.
"Easy now ´Mione; no need to freak out. I found you on the pavement, asleep." He said, wincing.
"That does not explain why you are in my bed, assuming that it is my bed." She told him, fighting to keep her voice calm.
"Oh, it's your bed alright." Bill assured her, "Like I said, I found you on the pavement, and brought you back here. You were wet and cold, so I had to take off your clothes, or you'd freeze to death. But thing is, you were still shivering afterwards, and I remembered a few survival lessons I'd taken about keeping someone warm. It requires body heat, you see, so I had to sleep in the same bed." He explained quickly, not liking the murderous look on her face.
"Bill, you bloody idiot! Why didn't you use a heating charm? You're out of Hogwarts, for crying out loud!" She snapped.
"Forgot?" He tried, grinning apologetically.
"The scary part is, you probably did." She muttered, glaring at him. "Now, can you please get out, while I get dressed?"
"Oh, um right." Bill mumbled, blushing.
He quickly got out of the bed, trying not to stare too much. When he was out the door, he slammed it shut and started banging his head against the wall. He should not have done that. He had been extremely stupid in not remembering the charm. He had been amazingly bad at explaining why he ended up in her bed. But then again, if he had remembered the charm, he wouldn't have ended up in her bed.
"Damn, that's not what I was supposed to think!" He muttered darkly and banged his head against the wall a few more times, just for good measure.
*******'
Hermione stared at the door, slightly out breath from screaming, still lying on the bed. She couldn't believe she had spent the night in the same bed as Bill. The blush on her cheeks was painful, and she was clutching the covers around her. Muttering curses under her breath, she got up and started dressing, contemplating ways to kill Bill.
She couldn't even remember why she had been on the pavement, crying her heart out last night, yet there she had been, and Bill had found her there when she'd fallen asleep and taken her back to her own bed. She tried to recall why, by the memory kept slipping away, making her grow even more irritated.
She slipped on her shirt, and reached down for her socks, glancing on the bedside table while doing so. The biography was still lying there, opened on the same page as last night. She skimmed the first few lines, and re-read it one more time. And another. She had found why she'd been sleeping on the pavement last night. Grabbing the book, she raced out the door to find Bill.
She halted as soon as she'd shut the door, and stared at him. He was standing next to the door, banging his head against the wall. She raised an eyebrow, and then cleared her throat. He lifted his head of the wall, and stared at her.
"Bill, what are you doing?" She asked.
"Nothing." He mumbled. "I'm busy knocking myself out."
"Well, I'll leave you to it then. I just thought you'd want to know how the break the spell, but oh well, another time." She said lightly and shrugged, turning away.
She hadn't taken more than two steps when Bill started speaking; now sounding completely calm and focused.
"Stop. Turn. Explain." He said.
"Well, last night, I started reading the biography again, and I stumbled on this." She held out the book for him to see.
Bill snatched the book and started reading, stopping every now and then to throw his messy hair back over his shoulder. When he was finished, he looked up at Hermione with a huge grin on his face.
"You did it, ´Mione." He said. "Now let's go see if it works." ¨
He grabbed her hand, which seemed to be a bad habit of his, and dragged her out the door. It was all she could do to keep up.
*****'
They reached the university faster than they ever had before, and Bill knocked on the library door. No one opened, so he pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, and dragged Hermione inside.
He dragged her down the stairs, nose deep in the book, muttering to himself. Halfway down he stopped and looked at her.
"What's the incantation?" He asked.
"Aurora Borealis, duh. Our friend Tomas Larsson wasn't a very complicated man." She said, rolling her eyes.
"So, all we need to do is drop some blood on the chest and say ´Borealis Aurora´? But that's too simple!" He said. "And besides, hiding your greatest secret in your biography isn't a very smart thing to do. What if someone found it?"
"Well, you know what they say." She smiled.
"No, what do they say?" He stopped again, puzzled.
"´If you want to hide something, hide it in plain view´." She quoted.
"Bloody illogical Muggle-sayings." He muttered and started downwards again.
Only when they were in the cellar, standing in front of the chest, Bill let go of her hand. He handed her the book, and started digging through his pocket. After some times searching, he pulled out a penknife with a triumphant grin. With it, he nicked his finger, and let the blood drop onto the chest. He held out his hand, and she handed him his wan, which he had given her on the way there. He pointed it at the chest, and cleared his throat.
"You might want to step back and shut your eyes, ´Mione." He told her.
She did so, and watched him from a corner of the room.
"Borealis Aurora." He said clearly.
A blue light shot out of his wand and hit the chest, making it flash red, then yellow and then white. The light grew in intensity until it was impossible to look at without going blind, and they both turned their backs to the chest. Finally, it faded again, leaving them half-blind but alive.
Bill turned around again, quickly followed by Hermione, and the two of them stared at the chest. It looked just the same as before, but as they watched, it gave an audible click, and the lid moved a fraction of an inch, but far enough for them to see it.
"We did it!" Bill exclaimed, turning around and wrapping Hermione in a hug, nearly dancing with joy.
She hugged back, laughing out loud, happy to be rid of the burden of tedious research. Tears of relief streamed down her face, and she felt like climbing on top of the highest tower she could find and shout out her joy to the rest of the world.
"´Mione? Are you crying? Is something wrong?" Bill noticed her tears, and stopped smiling suddenly.
"No, nothing's wrong at all! I'm crying because I'm happy, silly." She explained to him, grinning hugely through her tears.
"Good; I hate to see you cry." He murmured in her ear as he hugged her closer.
Hermione blinked, bewildered. Someone had deemed it necessary to drop reality back onto her head, and she realized she was being hugged rather fiercely by Bill Weasley, who had just confessed he hated to see her cry. She leaned back a bit and stared at him.
He stared back, not saying a word. In the dark cellars his blue eyes seemed to sparkle even more than usual, and his long hair looked closer to crimson than the faded red it actually was. Slowly, as if afraid to scare her, he inched closer, all the while looking into her eyes. When he was only inches away, Hermione closed her eyes.
She couldn't believe that Bill was kissing her. And damn, it was a good kiss. How come no one had kissed her like this before? She'd only ever dated Viktor Krum and Terry Boot, once at the beginning of sixth year, and to tell the truth, none of them were very good kissers. Her train of thought was interrupted by yet another kiss, and she kissed back, never wanting this moment to end.
Unfortunately, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, echoing through the cellars, closer and closer to them. Bill lifted his head instantly, and stared at her for a few seconds before realizing what had happened. He blushed brightly, and let go of her.
"Sorry." He mumbled, and turned to face however was coming.
She stared at him, open mouthed. He was sorry? For what? Kissing her? Why was he sorry about kissing her? Was he daft? She'd kissed him back for crying out loud! And he still seemed to believe it was something to be sorry for. Without another second hesitation, she reached out and grabbed his hand.
He started and jerked his head around to stare at her. His gaze travelled from her face to their joined hands, and he relaxed somewhat. He gave her hand a squeeze and took a step closer to her, glancing over his shoulder to see whoever it was approaching.
The librarian came into view, talking to someone else. Bill shot her a glance, and she raised an eyebrow. The librarian had never been down in the cellars while they were there, not since the first day.
"Ah, Bill, just who I was looking for!" The mysterious second person exclaimed as soon as he spotted them.
Bill grinned, and Hermione soon followed suit.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt! I haven't seen you in ages!" Bill exclaimed, holding out his hand to the man.
"It's only been six months, Bill. How're you doing? And who's this?" He turned to Hermione. "No, wait, don't tell me; I've seen this young lady before. Hermione Granger, am I right?" He continued.
"Yes Mr Shacklebolt." Hermione replied politely.
"Call me Kingsley; everyone else does. But Bill, I was looking for you. I need some building plans that you've got, and since I was in Rome anyway, I thought I'd drop by." Kingsley explained.
"Yeah, right, Kings'. I bet Mum sent you to check up on me." Bill chuckled, and Kingsley looked a bit surprised at getting a nickname.
"Oh, don't mind him, Kingsley; he insists that everyone should have a nickname, whether they like it or not. I ended up as ´Mione, for some reason." She shrugged.
"Aye, he has a bad habit, that's true. But Bill, I really need those building plans. It can wait though; what's going on here?" He looked over their shoulders at the chest.
Bill straightened up and pulled Hermione closer to him, putting an arm around her shoulder and grinning proudly.
"We just broke the Borealis Curse." He told Kingsley.
"You did what? But no one knows how to do that!" The librarian asked, staring at them slack-jawed.
"It was ´Mione. She found an old biography and figured out how to break the spell." Bill said proudly, hugging her closer to him.
Kingsley congratulated them and grinned a little looking at Hermione and Bill standing so close together. It seemed like the brown haired girl had caught the Weasley who had been doomed to be a bachelor until he died. Hopefully, that would not be the case now.
*******'
A few hours later, they finally escaped the university grounds. The librarian had sneaked off somewhere in the middle of their conversation with Kingsley, and had apparently called the Fiddler's Fair version of the Daily Prophet. As soon as they came out of the cellars, carrying the now deactivated chest, they had been swarmed with reporters asking them about how they'd broken the curse and who they were and a whole heap of other questions.
They delivered the chest to the local Gringotts office and headed back to the Swan and Dragon. People shot them a few curious glances on their way back, some even pointed and whispered, but Bill and Hermione, who were oblivious to the fact that they were still holding hands, didn't notice. They were dusty and covered in cobweb, but ignored this as they walked through the streets of Fiddler's Fair.
Bill slammed the door to their rooms shut and leaned against it, sighing in relief. He opened his eyes and looked at Hermione, smiling.
"We did it, ´Mione. We did it. I can't believe it; we broke the Borealis Curse!" He caught her in another hug.
"Yes, we did it Bill. Now can you please stop saying that? You've been repeating it for the last few hours." She laughed, hugging him back.
"I know, but I just can't believe it! Thanks for the help, ´Mione." He said, kissing her on the cheek. "But I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Why did you let me kiss you?" He stepped back, looking at her uncertainly.
Hermione had to suppress a smile; he looked like a lost little boy with that expression, so different from the man who had helped defeat Voldemort. She could still remember how he had looked that day; the ponytail messy and streaked with blood, those wonderful blue eyes dull with exhaustion and fear, a fresh cut across his cheek, bleeding slowly. If she concentrated and looked closely, she could still see the traces of the scar.
Smiling, she leaned up to his ear, wrapping her arms around him.
"Because I you wanted to." She whispered softly.
******'
Ending Notes; Alrighties, it's a short chapter, I know. But be happy, damnit! They kissed, didn't they? I'm sorry this took so long; ff.net was down.