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Chapter 70

Her eyes hurt and there was a pounding headache against the back of her eyes, but Graces couldn't bring herself to wake up. She was so warm and everything about the bed around her was inviting. She moved closer to the warmth despite the fact that her skin was already clammy from the heat and was surprised when her movements were answered by strong arms pulling her closer, arms that were already wrapped around her.

Her eyes sprang open, but she didn't bother reaching for her wand. She knew who it was even before she saw. Neville was lying beside her, dead to the world as though being there now was ordinary and not the wish her heart had silently made every moment of every long day. He was laying there beside her, his sandy hair disheveled, snoring.

She didn't know why she was crying when she was so blindly happy, but she was. She stifled a sob and reached out a tentative hand and barely brushed her fingers against his hair. She didn't want to wake him, maybe because she feared if he woke he would suddenly be gone. This couldn't be. He wasn't supposed to be here for a few more days, and yet he felt real against her fingers. The heat coming from his body against her was real.

"Neville," she rasped, her throat dry from sleep and tears. There was a slight frown and twitch, but Neville remained sleeping. She repeated his name again, her lips brushing against his and she continued whispering his name and kissing his lips until he was soon kissing her back, a soft moan growing in the back of his throat as she deepened it.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered, her skin prickling as he buried his fingers in her hair and kissed her harder.

"I was sleeping."

Graces laughed or sobbed, she wasn't sure, but what she was sure of, what she was absolutely certain of, was that Neville was there with her, kissing her, moving into her, running his hands up her sides and under her shirt, his shirt.

"I missed you," he said, his hot breath brushing against her cheek. "So much I couldn't bear another moment without you."

"Then why didn't you wake me?" Graces asked, closing her eyes as her senses began to cloud.

"You seemed like you could use some sleep." There were no words. He was there, holding her, looking into her eyes tenderly and suddenly she didn't even have a body anymore. "And, judging by how late it is, I was right. You, Miss Malfoy, must have been exhausted. You've slept a very long time. I'm afraid you've wasted the morning sun."

Graces laughed at Neville's scolding and kissed him into silence. She could feel him grinning against her lips and the vibration of his laugh against her chest.

"I missed you too," she murmured, taking his lips in hers again and biting back a moan as his tongue played along hers. She could feel herself getting lost in him and was almost swept away before she bolted up and realized Neville said she had wasted the morning sun. "Oh my gods and goddess! What time is it?"

Neville looked up at her in his disheveled state and made a face that told her exactly what time he thought it was, but Graces ignored him and jumped off the bed and looked around for his watch. She let out a small eep when she realized she was supposed to meet Draco five minutes ago and was about to hurry towards the closet for some clothes when Neville grabbed her hand.

"Don't go, come back to bed," Neville ordered, pulling her onto the soft mattress. "We were in the middle of something, I believe."

"I have to go," Graces groaned. "I was supposed to meet Draco for lunch. I have to go."

"Let him wait," Neville shrugged, kissing from her collarbone up along her neck. "I'll make it worth your while."

It was very tempting, especially considering Draco was not her favorite person at the moment and she was dreading this little lunch anyways.

"Draco does not like to be kept waiting, and I'm already late."

"See. He'll be mad anyways. Might as well stay."

"I can't," Graces laughed, standing up from the bed. "Seriously, Neville, what am I going to say? Oh, sorry I'm late I was a bit busy shagging my boy fr—" She stopped short and blushed. It sounded so stupid: Neville, her boyfriend. He was, but saying it like that… They said they were together, but never put any titles to it. She assumed, but… She opened her mouth to continue to say that she had to go and try to forget how ridiculous she was, but Neville was grinning like the fool he was and before she could stop him he tackled her back down to the bed and she was pinned under him.

"Yes, actually," he smirked smugly. "Though, I would word it a bit differently. I for one would start by saying 'Sorry I'm late, but my very handsome boyfriend was dying to be with me. So much so that he came home early from holiday because he couldn't stand one more minute of the agony being apart caused him.'" Graces did her best to hide the small smile tugging at her lips, but she knew Neville saw. "Oh, and do me a favor and don't tell him that I'm that handsome bloke because it would be such a tragedy if he killed me before I had the opportunity to spend a proper night with you."

It was wrong on so many levels, but Graces didn't fight. She smiled and when Neville leaned in and kissed her softly, slowly putting her back together with his presence, she gave in. She gave into her body that craved his every caress, his eyes that pleaded with her to stay, her lips that pined to touch his, and her heart who yearned for his soul.

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Neville was slowly losing himself. With every movement he made inside her he was disappearing. He didn't believe in Gods, in Goddesses, in the old ways or any new, but he believed in Graces. Nothing had ever truly felt holy or sacred until he had been with her in September and every time he touched her he was reminded of that.

The scent of her skin, the feel of her breasts in his palm, the desire he felt swelling around him, he was lost in her. She had moved on top of him and he held her as close to him as possible as she teased him with her hips. Her eyes glowed against her reddened cheeks and he didn't see how she could not know that he was under her spell. He was utterly powerless against her.

He ran his hand down her back, stopping at her hip where he pulled her in harder and reined in his self control as she let out a slow moan. She was exquisite, a fine wine to the lips and a symphony to the ears. He was unraveling. His eyes glanced at her glistening throat and her movements suddenly were all teasing with no real fulfillment. He flipped her back down underneath him and thrust into her harder, making her sing with pleasure. He repeated the movement again and again, wanting nothing more than to hear his name on her bated breath.

He could feel her around him, so close to release and he was answering her body's demands with his just as fervently as it was demanding. They were there together, drowning, happy, so close to the only heaven he knew when suddenly there was a pounding at the front door and another demanding voice behind. Neville's heart halted for a totally different reason than before and he stared wide-eyed down at Graces underneath him.

"Tell me that is not who I think it is," he said slowly, his whole body shaking. Neville flinched as Draco slammed on the front door again, shouting his sister's name, demanding she open the door. Graces didn't even move, her eyes widened and she covered her face with her hands and whispered an assortment of very rude words.

"Graces," Neville growled.

The blonde pushed him off her and swept the room for clothes to put on.

"Tell me that is not who I think it is," Neville repeated, his voice a bit louder than he intended.

"I would, but I don't want to lie to you."

"Graces, what the bloody hell is Draco doing here? You told him about this place?"

"No," Graces whispered, motioning with her hands to keep his voice down. "I… I'm traced."

"You let him put a trace on you?" Neville hissed.

Graces ran over to the bedroom door and called out to Draco to wait a moment, before turning back to Neville.

"You don't understand," she said, moving about the room and grabbing Neville's clothes and flinging them in his hands. "He-he begged me. I had to let him."

"So he can always know where you are, always find you?" Neville's ears were ringing. He didn't know if it was panic, fear or anger but he couldn't even get his head back on straight.

"Please hide!" Graces exclaimed, keeping her voice hushed. "Please hide!"

"Why would you let him put a trace on you?"

Now was not the time to be furious, but the Gryffindor couldn't keep himself controlled. He was naked as the day he was born and still riled up from the moment before and Draco Malfoy was about to be in the same room as him.

"Because I almost died," Graces snapped. "Because I did die and he was convinced it was all his fault. Because he didn't know where I was and he found out when it was too late that I was being beaten to death! So yes, Longbottom, I granted my brother peace of mind and let him put a trace on me! He has never abused it. He has kept his word. He has never used it. He's only using it now because I didn't show up to that damn lunch. Now stop badgering me with questions and fucking hide!"

Neville let out a snarl, but yanked on his trousers and threw the rest of his clothes in a drawer, before grabbing his wand to disillusion himself. Graces was about to run to the door when he yanked her back.

"I don't think it's wise to let your brother see you in another man's shirt," he pointed out, not bothering to hide his temper. Graces cursed and hastily took off the shirt. Neville held onto it and disillusioned himself as Graces yanked on a silk robe she had tucked into the closet.

"I'm so dead," Neville groaned, as he took in the room. There was no way to hide the lingering scent or the obvious telltale signs on Graces. There were no blemishes, thank the gods, but she was still sticky with sweat.

"Just be silent and stay in this room. I"ll try to keep him in the living room."

"Yeah, good luck with that."

Graces glowered at the spot where she thought he was before leaving to answer the door.

Neville could barely breathe as he heard Draco come barrelling through, and just as he suspected his sister's appearance led him straight into the bedroom.

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Draco stared into the empty room, his whole body alive with rage.

"What is your problem?!"

Draco ignored his sister's screams and yanked open the closet door, moving his hands around to to see if anyone was hiding in there. Next he checked the bathroom. He felt like a mad bull. Running from this end of the room, sharply running to the next. All the while Graces seethed in fury.

"You have got to be kidding me," she whispered with deathly calm.

Draco blushed, but didn't back down. Someone had to be here. Someone was there. It all clicked the moment Graces answered the door, clutching that robe around her naked form. She hadn't been alone. He was sure someone was there. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't mistaken. He couldn't be.

"Who's here, Graces?"

"No one."

"You're lying." Oh his head was pounding. He could feel the blood pulsing behind his eyes. "I know you weren't alone."

"Do you now?" Graces inquired, her voice dangerously steady. "And who could I possibly be with?" she challenged. "In case you have not noticed there aren't many men around here at the moment. Unless you think I fuck Snape, Thomas or Graham when your back is turned."

Draco hadn't thought of that. He knew it wasn't Graham; he had just left the bloke. Graham had bumped into him while he was waiting for Graces. And Thomas… much too young. Graces thought of him like her own child.

"Or maybe you think I lounge in bed with Albus Dumbledore." Graces scoffed and turned away. Draco felt his throat tighten as she moved away from him. He was losing her more and more with each passing day.

"I have night terrors. I sleep better here. They don't plague me as much. Sometimes they still come… But that's my business. I'd rather have a night terror here alone than hurt Pansy and Millie when they try to wake me. I can't stand the potions anymore."

"Graces, I'm—"

"Just leave," Graces breathed, her back still turned to him.

Draco knew he probably should. He had insulted her, insulted her after weeks of screaming at her, nights of not speaking to her. He wanted to talk to her, make things right for them again and in a moment of rage he shattered his chance.

"You didn't meet with me."

"I never agreed to meeting you. I never replied to your letter."

"Yes, but—"

"You assumed."

Her soft words carved into his chest with such violence he had to cross his arms to keep himself together.

"What is this place?" he asked, not able to leave.

"My sanctuary."

Oh gods, if she would just turn around. Draco prayed she would turn around, that she would look at him and see his wounded soul and know without him having to say it that he was dying without her, drowning and not willing to swim to safety.

"Please leave," Graces repeated tiredly. "We've said all that we needed to say to each other and more."

That was it. He could barely breathe, let alone move to leave. She was done. All the tenderness she held for him was gone. The silence around him was ringing so loudly in his ears he could barely think. His eyes stung and his breathing was harder with each passing second. If Graces felt any of this she didn't show it. She still had not even deigned to look at him. After a few moments her shoulders fell and she moved to leave, giving up on the idea of him giving her peace.

And so his world crashed and it was so violent it brought him to his knees and before she could reach the door he had her hand in his and he was sobbing on the floor. "Don't leave me. Please d-don't l-leave m-me." Oh gods, the air. It was so heavy, too heavy. It wouldn't reach his lungs. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. Please don't l-leave m-me. P-please."

The world slammed into his back and he felt as though his soul was being dragged to hell and she was his only beacon of hope. He couldn't even hear what she was saying because the ringing in his ears was so horrific, but he knew she was trying to take her hand away and couldn't let her. He couldn't let her leave him.

"P-please l-love m-me," Draco begged. He felt her fingers slip out of his grip and the tears just wouldn't stop.

"Draco. Draco, my love." He couldn't even bear to look at her. He felt her hands on his face, her presence as she kneeled down with him. "Draco, I do love you. I'll love you all of this life and the next," Graces swore, her voice tight with emotion.

"I don't -I don't feel you anymore," Draco sobbed, his body shaking as he let his sister pull him into her so he could cry against her. "I don't feel you anymore."

Draco gripped at her as though she was leaving forever, because it felt like she already had. That invisible bond they had always had felt severed. He didn't feel her in him anymore, he couldn't reach out and know how she felt and know she knew how he felt. They were practically strangers, strangers who once shared a soul. He wanted her back, wanted that feeling back.

"I'll tell you everything," he swore. "I'll show you everything if you come back to me."

"Draco, I—"

"I don't want secrets between us anymore. No more secrets. I'll tell you everything if it means we can be whole again. Everything," Draco repeated, not caring that his tears and snot had rolled off him onto her. He just wanted her to continue holding him there against her and never let go. If they couldn't be mended back together he just wanted to die. He wanted to die right there in that room in her arms and be done with this emptiness of life.

"Graham said this was my fault." Graces whimpered her protest, but Draco continued over her. "He said—he said I kept you in the dark and then punished you for not knowing the way. P-punished you f-for using a m-match and n-not allowing y-you my t-torch. He d-doesn't know about mum, b-but I t-told him about how you w-wanted to escape a wh-while ago."

"Draco." There was so much heaviness and heartbreak in his sister's voice that he looked up at her and cried harder at the sight of her tears. She was biting her lip violently as she muffled her cries and for a brief moment the bond didn't seem severed, just frayed. "Draco, I—"

"Come with me," Draco begged, pulling up so that his forward was touching hers and there noses pressed against one another. "Come with me and see it all. I want us to be a team again. You should be by my side. I thought I was saving you, saving your soul, but-but I can't save your soul, Graces. It's a part of mine."

"Will you let me help?"

Draco pressed his forehead harder against hers and tightened his hold on the back of her neck.

"You don't know what you're ask for."

"I do," Graces swore. "I'm asking for the same thing you are. For us to be one again. For us to do everything together. Including charging through the gates of hell."

"You don't understand what your hands being clean means to me." Draco shook, the lump in his throat overpowering him. "It means—it means I am in some way clean, that part of my soul is redeemable, that one day when I pass the gods will not turn away from me. My soul will be charred, but-but if they see yours, see us connected… you're my salvation."

"Two sides of the same coin." Draco nodded and prayed she would agree. There was a long silence, but she didn't let go of him. She stayed on that floor holding him, thinking.

"Will you come with me?" he rasped, barely able to hold himself together. "I'll show you what Graham and I have been working on. From there we can talk. Actually talk. I won't yell."

Her words were shaky, but she agreed and Draco felt some of the weight lift. He felt stronger than he had in months and he stood up more so he was now the one now slightly above her.

"We'll talk about the safe house too," he promised, his heart heavier and lighter all at once. "I-I'm going to sh-show you why I am saying no. I-I have to show you, Graces. I don't want you to be scared, but-but you need a torch. You have to know what I know to understand. You have to see what I've seen."

She was looking up at him now, her eyes alive with questions that he was scared to answer.

"You don't need to be scared," he promised, brushing some of her tears away and kissing her softly. "I'm going to keep you safe, Graces." Draco drew in a struggling breath. "You're going to be scared. After-after I show you what they do to traitors, to the people who run, but you don't need to be scared. We're not going to run and- and in the end, no matter if I fail or succeed, you're going to walk away from this."

"I don't want to walk away without you."

"You have to." Draco hiccuped. "You have to." Draco pulled her in closer, happy despite himself that she would follow him that far. That she would leave this world with him. He didn't want her to, but it was the fact she would. "Get dressed. I'll wait for you outside. I'll show you where I've been every night."

He stood up from the floor and looked away as Graces stood up with him and wrapped her robe more securely around herself.

"I'll be in the hall. Take your time." He quickly pecked her cheek and left, scared he would lose it again if he looked at her too long. He shut the door of the room and made his way out of the old housing quarters, silently praying this was the right choice and not the selfish one.

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The moment Graces heard the front door click shut she threw off her robe and went to the tub. Two steps behind her followed Neville, the charm off as he tried to find something to say to her. She wiped the tears away from her face and turned the taps on, not even bothering to wait for a comfortable temperature before she began washing.

"Graces, what—"

"I want to be with you," Graces interjected, pausing as she scrubbed her arms. "I want to be with you," she repeated. "I want to be with you, but-but I can't allow you this close into my life. Draco is off limits. We are not going to talk about what just happened and you are not going to so much as wonder about what is happening." She looked up at Neville's brown eyes and saw all the worry he was feeling. "I wish things were different," she said, holding her hand out and taking his. "This is the only way, Neville. I can't tell you my brother's secrets and I feel as though I've already betrayed him by allowing you to see this, but it can't be helped. All I can do now is draw the line."

"He mentioned the safe house. He said—"

"Neville, I'm serious. No more. You can't ask me about this. It's private. It's between Draco and I as a family."

Neville was silent and Graces continued to wash, jumping out of the tub as soon as she was sure there was no lingering scent of sex on her skin. She wrapped a towel around herself as she looked through her clothes.

"Are you going to tell him about us?"

"No." Just a blouse and pants. I can throw my hair up in a bun.

"He-he said no more secrets."

"Trust me, Neville, he wouldn't understand."

"But he seems like he—"

"You don't know my brother better than I do," Graces snapped, yanking on her blouse. "You don't understand how deep of a betrayal this is. What we have is beautiful in this room, but the moment we bring it out into the light it would be tainted. Draco is never to know. No one is to know. Draco and I are barely hanging on to one another, if he knew about you..." Graces didn't even bother to finish that thought.

Graces felt as though she were grazing a knife against his throat, threatening him into submission, but she didn't care. Draco couldn't know. Especially now.

"I'm sorry," she proclaimed tightly. "I truly am. I still want this, Neville. I want to be with you. Can you respect the line I've drawn?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"You do," Graces whispered, looking up at him. "You know you do."

Neville straightened and his jaw tensed.

"That is not going to happen," he swore, his body tight with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere, Graces. I knew you two were in a mess when this started and I'm not leaving you. I'll respect the line, for now," he stipulated. "There will be rules. We will discuss them later."

"What kind of rules?"

"I don't know," Neville gritted. "Give me a few hours to figure all that out."

"I won't talk to you about my brother… or the task," she added, meeting his eyes in challenge.

"We will talk later," Neville repeated, placing his hands on her shoulders. "We will talk later and we will work all of this out. Go be with Draco, just bear in mind we have a lot to talk about as well."

Graces didn't see why she had to talk with Neville about anything. As far as she was concerned this was just going to remain separate. He should pretend he hadn't seen it, but she knew there was no arguing with Neville when his face was that stern. She ground her teeth for a moment, before turning towards the door.

She had just made it to the living room when Neville swept up in front of her and kissed her hard on the mouth. She wanted to push him away, but her heart wouldn't let her. It was a promise, a promise that despite herself she needed. He was going to be there.

"Take care of your brother," he whispered pulling away. "If you can't return tonight, so be it. Take care of Draco." She nodded and moved to leave, but Neville held on to her. His warm, honey eyes meeting her silver as he thought. "You two are oddly close." Graces scowled, but Neville just shrugged. "I just never realized how oddly close you were until earlier."

Graces thought of Theo and how jealous he had always been of Draco's relationship with her. Neville wasn't a part of her world, they had their own little world, making it so he never saw the one she had with Draco.

"Your point?" she challenged.

"Just mentioning it," Neville shrugged, kissing her forehead. "Don't hesitate if you need me. If I'm not here I'll be in the Tower, just owl."

Graces couldn't stop scowling, but she nodded. When she reached the door Neville was nowhere in sight. She took another deep breath before opening the door.

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Graham rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared at the vanishing cabinet without any real thoughts. He was beyond exhausted and was at the point where he couldn't think straight. He had no idea how to fix the damn cabinet and Draco didn't either. Most nights he felt they as though they were just staring at the cabinet together so they wouldn't have to be alone with their thoughts.

He had a few books sprawled out in front of him with an endless list of charms to repair things, but he didn't even know where to begin. Merlin only knew what was wrong with the damn thing. He wished Draco's attempt to use poison had worked. Fucking Neville Longbottom, if he ever got the bloke alone he would punch him in the nose for being such a clumsy fool.

Or maybe I should just shove him into the closet and let him disappear. Graham still did not know what happened to the objects he put in the cabinet. With the cabinet broken they seemed to just lay in a sort of limbo somewhere. He had no idea where they went to and a chill ran down his spine as he remembered Fred and George Weasley had put him in this contraption. He was lucky to still be sitting here now.

He heard the wall begin to shift and knew Draco was back. He didn't bother looking over as the other boy entered. He was still staring at the cabinet waiting for it to give him some hint as he called back a greeting.

"Any progress?" Draco asked.

"Nope. Not at all." Graham frowned as he heard the echo of multiple steps and not just Draco's. He turned around and was unable to hide his surprise at seeing Graces. He didn't think Draco was actually going to listen to him about telling his sister everything. If he knew one thing about Malfoys it was they were set in their own ways. He quickly stood up from his chair and inclined his head to greet her. With each passing day the cabinet was nowhere close to being fixed the engagement ring Narcissa had given him weighed heavily in his pocket.

"No need to be so formal, Graham," Draco scoffed, moving over to the pensieve they kept down there to help gather their thoughts.

Graham tried not to let his embarrassment show as Graces passed him, but he was sure she saw. Being formal with her was the only way he knew how to interact with her now. He had no idea how to talk to Graces with their impending joining hanging over him. He was afraid if he was himself he would be too abrupt. He knew what it was like to lose a beloved sibling, knew that death looked friendly in that darkness. He didn't want to add a marriage that made her want to die as well. And he certainly couldn't be open with her. If he was open with her she may see that in some ways he resented her, resented her because she wasn't who he wanted. She wasn't Wamil.

"What are you doing?" Graham asked, realizing that Draco was putting memories in the pensieve.

"You said she should know everything. So I'm letting her know everything."

Graham looked over at Graces who seemed to be just as apprehensive as he felt.

"I don't think there is a need to show her, Draco."

"I disagree," Draco sighed, looking up at him and gesturing for him to come closer. "I would appreciate your memories as well."

Graham took a step back and swallowed the bile that came up from his stomach and burned his throat.

"No."

"She should see," Draco insisted. Graham didn't move. "You don't have to show her everything," Draco stressed, alluding that he could leave out all he had been made to do. "But I want her to see why a safe house isn't an option."

"Draco," Graham began cautiously. "I—"

"I want to see," Graces interjected, her eyes meeting his. "Please, Graham. Don't keep me in the dark."

It didn't feel right, but Graham took a step forward. He thought about his sister, about how maybe if she had all the information it would have impacted her decision. Terrence must not have known how bad things could have been. If another family had been slaughtered first, if he had seen the blood, maybe he would have felt differently too. He gave Draco his memories and wondered if he was sealing himself to Graces, wondered if after she saw what he had seen her mind would change about them getting married. If he was in her situation he would marry someone tomorrow to get out of facing this kind of death.

Draco entered the pensieve first, but before Graces could dip her head in he stopped her.

"You can't unsee this," he whispered. "This is going to change you. I never knew what a thestral looked like until this year. Seeing death changes you. The pictures of the Higgs were horrifying, but it's nothing compared to actually being there. If you go in there it will feel real."

Graces stared at him for a moment and Graham could have sworn her eyes held pity not for herself but for him.

"Do you want to know a secret, Graham? One Draco doesn't even know." Graham frowned, but waited for Graces to continue. The blonde looked over at her brother for a brief moment, making sure he couldn't hear her, before she leaned in close to him. So close that her lips brushed his ear. "I knew what a thestral looked like since the moment I got off the Hogwarts Express my first year."

Graham could barely breathe as Graces lowered herself down from her toes and walked over to the pensieve. She didn't even hesitate as she dipped her head in with her brother's and Graham stood there for hours watching as Draco showed her all the horrors that he and Graham knew. He stared at her face and wondered how she would look at him when she emerged. What she would think of him after she knew how he had just stood there and watched as people were tortured, killed and sometimes even worse. For the first time since his sister's death he was glad he would never see her again. He didn't want to see the way Arella would have looked at him.

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