1st week of September

Chapter one

3rd week of September

Chapter two, three, and four.

Chapter three was Neville and Graces encounter in the Greenhouse.

4th week of September

Chapter five, six, seven, and eight.

5th week of September

Chapter nine and ten and eleven 12 13

1st week of October

Chapter 14, 15,16, 17, (14,15,16,and 17 are the same day) 18, 19, 20,21, 22(20, 21 and 22 are the same day), 23, 24, 25, 26 (25 and 26 Saturday), 27 (Beginning of 27 is Sunday.)

Chapter 25 is when Graces went to the three Broomsticks and helped Hannah when she injured her hand. It is also the chapter that Katie Bell is cursed in.

2nd week of October

Chapter 27(Monday), 28(Tuesday), 29(Friday and Saturday), 30 and 31(Still Saturday), 32(Sunday), 33(Sunday and Monday)

31 is the Slytherin party in the woods after the game.

3rd week of October

Chapter 33, 34 (Tuesday and Wednesday), 35 (Thursday), 36 Friday Saturday and Ending Monday)

4th Week of October

Chapter 36 and 37 (Monday)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except Graces Malfoy & Thomas Higgs, who are my own. I do not claim any ownership of the characters or settings contained within. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line

Author's notes: Big thank you to my beta Denarii for editing the chapter! And my BF Aleah for reading it over for me :D

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Chapter 37

Neville could barely listen to Professor Sprout as she went over the directions for harvesting Gillyweed again. All he could think about was how Graces was standing beside him. He wasn't sure how he should approach her. She was there beside him, and they were going to be alone in just a few minutes, but he didn't know what he was going to say or do. He wanted to talk to her about what he knew now. He couldn't go on with sweeping things under the rug, but at the same time he didn't want to know anything more. Right now he felt terrible for not telling Harry the information he knew, he couldn't imagine what it would be like if he knew even more.

"Now, Miss Malfoy," Professor Sprout continued, "come here and let me put this balm on for you." Graces nodded awkwardly and faced Neville as the Professor applied some gel on her back. Neville couldn't help but smirk at Graces' discomfort. She really didn't like to be touched. "This will ensure you don't get cold when you're in the water. It should last until you wash it off with soap, so don't worry if you two are down there for a while. There, now just put some on the rest of you," Sprout dismissed, handing Graces another bottle. "Don't forget your face, dear. Neville you're next."

Neville was now the one facing Graces as the Professor applied liberal amounts of the balm under his shirt. Graces was facing forward, though, clearly pretending to be more invested in getting the balm under her neck than watching Professor Sprout apply it to his back, but every few moments she would look back and Neville had to bite his tongue from laughing as Graces face showed obvious distaste at Professor Sprout touching him.

"Okay, well I shall see you two in a few hours," Professor Sprout said cheerfully, giving Graces a small encouraging smile. "Neville, can I speak to you?"

Neville nodded and walked with the Professor until they were out of earshot from Graces.

"Miss Malfoy seems a bit tense," the elderly woman whispered. "I think she's nervous to use the gillyweed. Completely understandable, the transformation isn't pleasant as you know. Anyways, I have a calming draught, and you may want to offer it to her before going down. I don't want her feeling panicked, especially because the two of you have to remain under the water until it wears off. I was thinking you could drink half, and well offer her the other half? She's a proud girl, I think if you used it first she would be more inclined to use some as well."

"Yeah, uh, I'll be sure to do that," Neville promised, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Unlike Professor Sprout, he understood the real reason for Graces' nervousness, and he highly doubted she would take a calming potion.

Neville walked back over to where Graces was standing at the edge of the lake, her arms crossed around herself protectively. Her silver eyes following him as he approached her, obviously curious about what he and the Professor were talking about.

"Professor Sprout thinks you're nervous to take the gillyweed," Neville explained quietly as he neared her. "She gave me a calming potion for your nerves."

Neville held out the glass vial and wasn't shocked in the least when Graces didn't take it. He was however shocked by what she said after.

"I've been taking them for days," Graces admitted quietly, turning back to look out at the lake. "Draco is insisting I take them," she whispered more to herself than the boy standing beside her. "And a sleeping draught… I think he makes both stronger than they have to be, but I suppose he knows best," Graces trailed off. "Anyways, I would like some time in my own mind with no potions… It's sometimes better to just feel."

Neville didn't know what to say. He just watched Graces look out into the lake.

"I think I would rather use a bubble-head charm," she said after a while. "I know how to do it, and they last longer than gillyweed."

"Gillyweed is better for what we are doing," Neville explained, gently taking Graces hand and giving her the plant. "Harvesting means we need to swim down to the bottom of the lake, and it will be easier for you to maneuver down there with webbed appendages. It's also going to allow for your body not to feel the effects of the water on you. It won't hurt your ears to be so deep and also it will make your eyes adjust better for the water."

Graces looked down at the plant Neville was handing her, and after a few moments Neville realized he hadn't let go of her hand. He didn't mean to hold onto her for that long. He hadn't even thought of it. It… It just felt right. He moved away and muttered a few apologies, but Graces didn't seem to hear any of them as she flexed her fingertips out.

"There are merpeople down there."

"Yeah, but they tend to keep away, so I doubt we will see any."

"I hear they drown people."

"They won't drown us," Neville smiled. "This tribe isn't like that. They mostly keep to themselves. Besides merpeople haven't done things like that in hundreds of years. If you show respect to magical creatures they do the same usually."

"They have tempers."

"Well, the same could be same for you," Neville chuckled, stopping immediately when Graces had no reaction. "Uh, anyways… are you ready?"

The blonde nodded and took a step into the water. Neville followed behind her, wishing that things between them were as they were before the Quidditch game. Graces hesitated for a few moments before popping the plant in her mouth. Neville wondered if Graces found the transformation as uncomfortable as he did. She didn't seem at all fazed by the pain. If anything, she seemed in awe. She floated in the water for a few minutes, examining her webbed hands and toes. Neville wished he could allow her to continue curiously exploring her new body, but time was ticking and they only had an hour.

He motioned for Graces to follow him, and the two of them swam deeper and deeper into the lake. Graces swam gracefully through the weeds that drifted up from the bottom. She didn't seem to have a problem maneuvering around them the way Neville did. A few times Neville got twisted up in a vine, and Graces untied him as easily as undoing some shoelaces. When they finally got to the gillyweed, Neville took out a few pods the professor had given them and set them down into the ground around them illuminating the area with a soft glow of light.

Neville held his breath as the last pod lit up, illuminating Graces. He was convinced that there could not be a more beautiful woman: lips as pink as coral, skin that shimmered like pears and long hair that swayed around her slowly dancing in the water like rays of sunlight trapped in darkness. And yet… she looked so empty. Her gray eyes had become dull, and she didn't have the same fire she had a week ago. And what killed Neville the most was that in some ways that was his fault.

Neville looked away and began working, showing Graces a few times how to correctly pull the gillyweed, but making sure not to linger holding her hand. He wanted to. He wanted to hold her, but he didn't feel right about it yet. He felt as though they needed to talk. He needed to explain things to her before. This was probably not a great idea on his part. He should have not planned for this to be the time he talked to her. He should have planned to talk to her at a time where he actually had his voice and wasn't submerged under water. Neville inwardly sighed at how stupid his plan was, and wished he had thought things out more carefully.

We could have met in private first. I could have explained myself and talked to her. That would have been better. Now we're submerged at the bottom of a lake unable to say a word… We won't be able to talk until we resurface, and by that time the balm is going to wear off and she will be cold. I. Am. An. Idiot.

Graces wondered what Neville was thinking about as he scowled down at the plants he was furiously pulling. It had crossed her mind on multiple occasions that he was in such a mood because of her presence. It was possible, after all, that he wasn't quite ready to be near her again. That he was being Gryffindor-ish and pushing himself to try and be pleasant when he had no pleasant feeling towards her. That thought surprisingly hurt. Graces pulled weed after weed and wondered how Neville Longbottom had gained such a hold over her. When had she started to need him?

Probably somewhere between sleeping with him and then him dressing up in Slytherin colors for your game.

Graces held a deep breath and tried not to cry and wondered when her life had become so…

Pathetic?

I need to just stop thinking about it. This will all pass. I will miss him less and less each day. He's just some guy. I'm being silly. I don't need Longbottom. He was nice to have, a comfort that I was relying on, but I do not need him. I just need Draco. And I will always have Draco. I don't need Longbottom. I don't.

Graces' thoughts silenced as she and Neville reached for the same weed to put away and their hands lingered together skin to skin, causing her magic to calm within her. For a moment she reveled in the feel of Neville's warm palm on top of her, before feeling foolish and pulling it away.

But I want him, she thought tearfully, clutching her hand to her chest. Neville sat there for a few moments, clearly uncomfortable. Graces just wanted to scream at him to leave, tell him that if he wasn't ready to be near her he shouldn't have invited her or that if he wanted to end things to just end them and put her out of this misery. She wanted to scream that she didn't need him, that he wasn't anything to her anyways and he should just go. And then, just about the time she had made the decision to swim up to the surface and be done with all this mess, Neville leaned in and kissed her.

It really wasn't anything special of a kiss. It wasn't romantic so much as it was reassuring. It was soft and quick, the only thing lasting about it was how Neville lingered near her after: eyes closed, forehead resting against hers, with his fingers barely brushing against her neck. She wanted to lean in and kiss him again, kiss him in ways that told him how much she had missed him, how badly she wanted him, but she didn't allow herself such foolishness. She didn't know what all this meant and she wasn't willing to just allow him back in her life after he had pushed her away. She just took what he offered, the small reassurance that it wasn't her that he was upset about.

After that it felt like the time where they could finally swim up to the surface was never going to come, but eventually it did. They both swam to the shore, freezing cold from the balm wearing off. Graces had never been more cold in her life. She was convinced that this was so much worse than when the dementors were around in her third year. She sprinted from the water to where a towel and her cloak was. She tried to do a drying charm on herself, but unfortunately she was shivering too hard to get the wand movements correctly and had to just settle for her cloak.

She was in the middle of chattering a list of French words that would have made her mother cry out in offense when she felt a heavy weight settle on her shoulders.

"My gran is a master of warming charms," Neville muttered awkwardly. "This should warm you up faster."

Graces nodded, and pulled the hood of Neville's cloak over her head. She was sure that the boy standing beside her thought she had done this to warm herself more, but in reality she did it because she couldn't stand to look at him, not with the lingering possibility that she could not have him still heavy in the air around them. She was fine if Neville wanted to walk away, but she was in no hurry to hear it. When moments of silence turned into minutes she began walking over to the locker rooms to drop off the swim suit and shower off the cold lake.

Graces tried not to focus on the silence that followed the two of them as they walked over to the locker rooms or the fact that she was wearing his cloak that smelled of him. Instead she focused on the sound of their footsteps and counted each step she took.

"Would you like your cloak back?" she asked, taking notice of Neville's teeth chattering.

"I'm fine."

Once again silence had engulfed them. When Graces reached the Slytherin locker room she handed Neville his cloak back without even a glance and headed inside. Neville stood there cursing himself for being such a coward, before taking a deep breath and entering after her.

"Graces, wait. Listen, I'm—oh, bloody hell!" Neville turned around and covered his eyes when he realized he had just barged in on Graces undressing. Today really wasn't going at all how he planned. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize—well I should have, though, huh? I mean you did just go in here to change, and it's only one article of clothing that you have to take off really, and oh gods I'm just so sorry… so.. are you, uh, decent now?" Neville asked after a long silence.

"I'm decent," Graces said quietly. Neville turned around and saw Graces standing pitifully in the middle of the room clutching a white bathrobe with a Slytherin crest embroidered on the right side close around her. "Talk."

"I...I...I honestly don't know where to begin…"

"I see," Graces whispered, turning around. "Let's not do this, Longbottom. It does no good anyways. Just walk out of this locker room and let it be over. Nothing messy, nothing sad. We had a good time together, and we can both leave it at that. No hard feelings."

"Graces," Neville began walking up behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly turning her around so she was staring up at him. "I am not going anywhere."

"You're not?"

"No, I'm not," Neville reassured, moving to take both her hands in his.

"You abandoned me," Graces gritted, trying to move her hands away and not burst into tears. "You abandoned me and you just expect things to continue? For me to just be overjoyed to have you back? You abandoned me the day after I found out my mother had been tortured. The day after I found out my brother didn't have any power. The day after I was drugged and almost raped. I'm just supposed to accept that you needed your space?"

"Graces, I—"

"No!" Graces snapped, now unable to stop the tears."No. I needed you. Do you have any idea how… how… I needed you. And you weren't there. You broke it off with me, you—"

"Graces, I didn't break anything off with you. I asked for space."

"It's the same thing," Graces hiccuped.

"It's not," Neville maintained gently. "I still very much was involved with you. Nothing was broken off. I was involved enough to try and help you with our project, to give you my mother's ring, to try to take you to Gryffindor tower to ensure you would be safe, to tell off your brother for being an idiot and basically refuse to give you over to him."

"You refused to give me to Draco?" Graces asked, clearly shocked at this new detail.

"Yeah, I did. He was not happy about it either. I only handed you over because you woke up and insisted. You said you belonged with him…"

Graces stood there in silence, clearly taking in all that Neville had said.

"This is all new to me," Neville continued, moving closer to her. "No one has ever needed me before. I don't know what I am doing. I by no means am perfect, Graces. I make more mistakes than anyone else I know. Maybe asking for space was a mistake, but I needed it. You have to give me some grace on that. Finding out your brother is a Death Eater is a pretty big blow."

"Why is that a big blow?" Graces asked exasperated. "You knew he would eventually be. Look at my family. It was obvious from the beginning that it would eventually happen."

"I didn't think it would, though," Neville explained sadly. "I thought that maybe this whole war would be over before he took the mark. Or that he would see that that path should be avoided. I didn't know he had already taken the mark… I didn't realize that your path was already set… I thought you still had other options."

"But I told you. I—"

"Graces, I am not a smart man," Neville choked. "I know you told me, but I didn't really hear. I had a lot of hope. I was naive… Thus it was a big blow. It not only meant that you would be a Death Eater as well, but it meant that this was really going to end."

"I've told you from the start that nothing could come of us being together," Graces argued.

"I know you have," Neville sighed, looking down at the ground, " but… I still thought… hoped… I don't know… I was praying for that to not be true… Graces, I-I l-like you… a lot. And I think of you as more than just a friend… I think about you romantically." Graces took a step back, and Neville could visibly see the fear and uneasiness that came from his proclamation. "I know we will never be more than what we are now," Neville continued, holding her hands tighter so she didn't run away. "I had to think about if I could continue with this being it. It's not exactly like I can expect not to be hurt now," Neville said quietly. "The girl I want romantically is going to be a Death Eater."

Graces and Neville just stood there in silence. Neither one of them knowing what to say. Graces stood wanting to tell him how sorry she was, that she didn't want any of it. And Neville stood there wanting to tell her that he loved her, and no matter what that wouldn't change.

"I don't understand," Graces rasped. "Now that you know all this why are you standing here?"

"Because I still want this," Neville declared, a small smile coming from one corner of his mouth. "You mean something to me, regardless of if I can be with you. I don't want to be without you, and I don't want to not be here for you. So I decided that I didn't want to be the one to walk away… I can remember who you are even when you have the Dark Mark on your arm, Graces. And I can say that now and have it mean something. It's not as you would call it "pretty words" I've thought it over. I mean it."

"You… you don't know what you're saying," Graces sobbed. "You can't know. You shouldn't feel any of that towards me. I-I don't want you to. I told you nothing can come from—"

"Graces, I don't need you to validate my feelings by growing the same fondness. I am very used to caring for people that do not have the ability to care for me."

"I don't want to be that," Graces whimpered. "That's awful and tragic just in thought. I don't want that for you. But… but at the same time I can't ever grow to feel any stronger feelings for you than I feel now. I can't allow that. I love Draco too much. I love my family too much. I can't allow myself to forget who you are and who I am. Because if I did this wouldn't be enough."

"And… and what are your feelings for me now?" Neville asked, holding his breath and praying for a real answer.

"I don't know," Graces sniffed.

"I am sure you do," Neville persisted. "Please, Graces, just be honest with me. How do you feel about me?"

Neville waited on edge for Graces to reply. He could practically hear both their hearts pounding. Graces bit her lip and looked around the room tearfully, and Neville wondered if she was going to lie. And say she just liked him as a friend.

It doesn't matter even if she does. The way I feel is not dependent on the way she feels.

"I-I like you," Graces breathed slowly. "Romantically."

"R-really?" Neville stuttered, a bit unbelieving that this was happening. He really had expected her to lie. It was unreal for him to hear that she felt that way about him. Half the time he thought she did he wondered if he was just telling himself she did to make him feel better.

"I do," Graces repeated heavily. "I like you more than I should, if I am being honest… which it seems you want me to be. But it's like I said. I can never be your girlfriend and I will never love you. It wouldn't be right… I can't allow myself to do that. I shouldn't have allowed my feelings to grow this much."

Neville understood all that, but it didn't stop him from smiling shyly down at their hands which were still laced together.

"I'm really happy right now," Neville admitted lowly. "That's sappy to say, isn't it? I mean people don't usually say things like that… It's sappy, but I-I'm really happy right now."

"Well, I'm still a bit mad at you," Graces informed.

Neville looked up at her momentarily to gauge her anger, and then grinned and looked back down.

"I'm still really happy."

"You're such a Gryffindor," Graces scoffed.

"Yeah, I know," Neville grinned, pulling Graces in and wrapping his arms around her. "It's a very charming trait," he muttered, leaning in and kissing Graces softly. "I'm so sorry, Graces. I-I didn't want to cause you pain… I-I just needed to think."

"I understand now," she shushed, leaning up and offering Neville a soft kiss as well, lingering near after. Both students breathed in the other's proximity. It had been so long since they were this close. So long since they had been free to touch the other. Neville leaned in and kissed her again, and soon after one kissed morphed into the next, until they were both up against a locker kissing.

Neville moaned at how great it felt to kiss Graces again, and didn't bother trying to restrain himself from continuing. He continued on kissing her, reveling in the heat that was already spreading through him as Graces parted her lips to grant him entrance.

"I smell like the lake," Graces argued, as his hands wandered inside her bathrobe.

"Why is it you always bring up such nonsense at the worst possible time," Neville panted, hunched over from leaving a trail of kisses down her collar.

"You just get worked up too fast," Graces giggled.

Neville blushed and straightened up awkwardly, trying to regain some composure.

"Right… I'll, uh, see you in a bit then," he contended. "I'll wait for you outside to take the plants to Professor Sprout."

"Longbottom, wait," Graces called as Neville headed to the door. Graces stood there for a few seconds, tapping her right foot in back of her obviously a bit nervous. "You, uh, could join me if you wanted…" Neville definitely did want to join, but unfortunately for him he had seemed to forgotten how to speak and just stood there. Graces seemed to understand though and now had a confident smirk. "I take it that means you'll be joining me," she smiled, turned around and headed to the showers, untying her robe and letting it fall in her wake.

Neville heard the shower turn on and took a few deep breaths. He didn't want to seem over eager in joining her, but at the same time he could barely keep himself contained. He walked over to the shower with a million different images of what this would entail flashing in his mind. When he entered the shower room he hesitated at coming all the way forward. Graces was in the center one and had left the curtain open allowing him to see a complete view of her as the water trickled down her shoulders, breasts, stomach, and legs.

"You're welcome to join," Graces reminded, as she tilted her head up to the water. "Though I would recommend you undress."

Neville blushed and awkwardly began taking of his clothes. It wasn't until he was fully naked though did he begin to feel nervous. Once again he was reminded of how utterly gorgeous Graces was, and her comment of how he was "soft" continued to replay in his head. As well as the laugh Higgs had had.

"Is something wrong?" Graces asked, now moving out of the shower.

"No, course not," Neville lied, folding his arms and hoping to hide.

"Well, then aren't you going to join me?" Graces teased, succeeding in pulling one of his hands away and leading him into the shower. "When did you become so shy?" she laughed, as Neville refolded his arms in front of him.

"It's… It's not like you've seen me, well, you know, that often," Neville blushed. "We're usually still kind of wearing clothes, or in a rush, I suppose."

Graces suddenly remembered her comment of calling Neville soft, and wondered if that was the reason now that he seemed a bit shy.

Have I ever told him anything about his appearance? Graces realized she hadn't, and immediately felt guilty. Well, since we are being so honest today.

"You know I, uh, find you very handsome." Neville gave Graces a disbelieving glare. "No, really," the blonde persisted, now blushing scarlet. "I do… You're very handsome… I wouldn't be in here with you if I didn't find you attractive."

"You find me attractive?" Neville asked skeptically.

"I do," Graces maintained, stepping into Neville's frame and kissing his jaw and moving down to his neck making his blood boil and him throb with need. "You're the only man I have ever desired like this."

Neville looked down at Graces and searched her eyes for any hint of insincerity. And when he couldn't find any let go of his own self-consciousness. Small hesitant kisses became passionate and demanding. Gentle caresses morphed into hands that greedily sought to touch more and more.

Neville was quickly realizing that shower sex was all about the foreplay. A slight touch here, a roaming hand there, brushing up against this then that. He thought that he would be too impatient and want more, but he wasn't. He enjoyed every second of touching Graces, and was over the moon about her touching him. Soap was being used in ways Neville was convinced soap was intended for and between the hot water falling against his back and Graces delicately drawing circles against his skin with her tongue, he was in heaven.

Eventually though he did begin to yearn for more, and moved his hand between Graces legs and he suckled at her divine breasts. He was slowly coming undone with every soft gasp, panting breath and small moan Graces gave. And yet he didn't want to stop touching her like this.

"Turn around," he ordered huskily. Graces frowned slightly in confusion, but did as she was told. Turning and facing the marble wall and bracing her arms out in front of her as Neville gestured. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable just tell me," Neville whispered gently as he brought his hand around and persisted in rubbing the bundle of nerves between her legs. Graces nodded and closed her eyes focusing on how wonderful it felt. Neville's other hand was on her breast and he was kissing the back of her neck and nibbling down to her shoulders, causing shivers down her spin. "So far?"

"Great," Graces breathed, wanting so much more.

"Good," Neville chuckled, becoming more feverish with his kisses and moving closer to her so that she could feel his hard length against her. "Can I enter you from here?" Neville panted, moving the fingers between her legs lower so they were inside her indicating what he wanted, before he moved them back above rubbing her in faster circles and nibbling her ear. Graces tensed at the question. It really wasn't an odd request, but she didn't know how she felt about not being able to see what Neville was doing. Facing a wall… she couldn't kiss him back from this position. Did that make her more of an object than a person? "If you don't like it we will stop," Neville promised, kissing the side of her neck.

"Okay."

Graces waited to feel Neville entering her, but Neville seemed to be in no real hurry. He just continued on touching and kissing her. Graces gasped as she felt his tongue dragging to the middle of her spine, from there Neville nibbled at her ribs. His hand brought her closer and closer to her peak.

Graces moaned at how wonderful it all felt and bit her lip from crying out too loudly. It all just felt so amazingly good. A few moments later she felt Neville's hand leave her breast and gasped as he thrust in between her lips.

"Still okay?" Neville asked, moving gently inside her, his other hand still working it's magic.

Graces blushed as her yes was a little more enthusiastic than she intended, but if anything it seemed to make Neville more excited. He was now moving in her with less hesitancy and kissing any bit of skin he could find, lingering longer in areas that made her contract around him.

"You feel so amazing," Neville moaned, tilting her chin to the side and kissing her heatedly on the mouth. "I'm so lucky," he whispered, moving to kiss the base of her shoulder, moaning her name with each movement he made inside her.

Soon she was moving too, reaching behind her with one hand and lacing it through Neville's hair as he held her tighter, and brought her to the edge.

"I want to hold you," she whispered, as she sensed Neville's peak coming.

Neville immediately stopped and turned her around, lifting her up against the wall and kissing her lips fiercely as he molded into her. He loved her. He loved her so much. He loved her so much that he couldn't take his lips away from her's or else he would proclaim it out loud. He felt her tremble around him and her arms and legs pull him in closer and before long he was over his edge too, lost in a tangle of skin that made him feel like heaven was at his fingertips.

As they slid down from the wall she didn't remove her hold around his neck and just laid her head against his chest.

"I missed you," she breathed, nuzzling her nose against his wet skin.

"I missed you too," Neville whispered, kissing the top of her head and leaning back against the wall, just thankful to be holding her again.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I know I usually give some warning before rated M scenes, but I thought this one would be better as a surprise, and it has been 36 chapters… You all should know what you got yourself into :P Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed it! I tried for something a bit different with the sex scene. Don't forget to follow/review!