Hi everyone! I'm back! Sorry it took me so long, this one took FOREVER to write, I just could not word today, even though I wanted to, it was very frustrating.

Anyway, because the response to Harmony of Darkness was overwhelmingly positive I will be posting it as it's own full-length story. I just want to write a little bit more on it before I do so but I'll let you guys know here when I start updating it if anyone is interested. Other than that, just enjoy!

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"Could you just relax for one second?" Violet growled, buttoning up his, sorry, her shirt over his, sorry, her chest.

Herman Greenhill looked at him, sorry, HER as though SHE were crazy.

"Relax?! You're a girl who snuck into the most prestigious boys school in England by pretending to be a guy and you want me to just be calm about it?!" He demanded.

"Basically, yes," said Violet, tying her tie around her throat with practiced ease, "if you're going to tell on me, tell on me. Otherwise; let's go, we have Latin in twenty minutes."

He followed her in stunned silence, that was how he spent most of the day actually, as they walked back to their dorms Violet said, "so? Are you going to tell?"

A bead of sweat rolled down Violet's temple and into her hair, she wasn't as blasé about him knowing as she was pretending to be, Greenhill realized.

Was he going to tell? This had been all he'd thought about all day. Every time someone had so much as glanced in Violet's general direction he'd tensed, thinking someone -someone else- was going to discover her secret.

If Redmond and Bluewer had noticed him acting strange they hadn't said anything but now he was dying to know if the two of them knew. They were just as close with Violet as he was, closer, probably, Edgar and Lawrence were both very intelligent, kind and handsome young men who could, when necessary, be witty, charming, social and funny. Unlike Greenhill, his only talent was cricket.

He wondered what her family thought of this.

He wondered if she was ever scared, being around so many strange males without even one other female presence.

He wondered how she did it, staying in the dorm rooms with the 'other' boys.

He wondered if she ever felt guilty, lying to him and the others.

He wanted to know, he wanted to know it all.

"No," he said finally, "I'm not going to tell."

Violet's namesake-coloured eyes softened slightly as an emotion Greenhill didn't recognize crossed her face.

She dropped her gaze, "thanks," she mumbled quietly.

He gave her a small smile, "what are friends for?"

Over the years two things became very clear.

One; Herman Greenhill was the most paranoid person in the world when it came to her secret being discovered.

Two; Violet herself was not.

"You were in the bath for half an hour, you could have been caught!" Greenhill scolded.

Violet blew bubbles in her drink, "have you ever tried getting paint out of your hair after it's dried in? It's not easy."

"You are way too lax about this," Greenhill scolded, it was an admonishment Violet heard often.

"I don't need to worry about people finding out, that's what I have you for." She replied.

Greenhill ignored the warmth in his chest caused by her words and flopped down on her bed, "but if someone else finds out they might not be as helpful. Gregory, you really need to be more serio-" He stopped dead in the middle of his sentence.

"Hmm?" Violet looked up, "what?"

Greenhill gave a slight, embarrassed laugh, "I've only just realized…. I don't know your name." He was so used to addressing her as Gregory Violet -he'd had to be, one slip up could mean her downfall- that he hadn't actually considered before now that Gregory couldn't really be her first name.

Violet looked surprised, then she smiled, "I was beginning to think you'd never ask," a beat, then, "it's Gwendolyn."

"Gwendolyn," Greenhill echoed, it was a pretty name. It suited her. "I like it."

"And he's just so perfect, at everything, I don't normally sing praises for anyone but making Cheslock my fag was the best decision I've ever made." Violet paused in her rant about how amazing the other Violet Wolf student was to take a breath, exhaling in a happy sigh and Greenhill's stomach clenched uncomfortably.

"He's just a guy, he can't be that special," he said irritably, swinging the cricket bat he was holding with significant force.

Violet bit the inside of her lip to keep from smirking, if she didn't know better she would've said Herman was jealous.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Greenhill lifted his head from his hands at the sound of the only voice he'd wanted to hear.

He felt awful, the guilt of what he'd done was gnawing away at him, he couldn't eat, he couldn't concentrate, he barely slept… and he felt all the worse for dragging his friends into this.

"You shouldn't be in here," was all he said, "this is the Green Lion Dormitory."

Violet snickered slightly, they'd well and truly stopped caring about that rule a long time ago. Besides, it wasn't like they hadn't broken bigger rules.

She touched the bags under his eyes with delicate fingers, "I'm sorry I got you into this." He said hollowly.

There was a haunted look behind her eyes. Of the four of them, though she may never act like it, it was Violet who was the most tender-hearted, Violet who disliked hurting people the most.

But she put on a brave face, for him. He saw right through it but it meant a lot that she tried.

Violet attempted to shrug nonchalantly, "I try to look on the bright side; now my gender isn't the worst secret we're keeping and I feel better about myself."

It was such a darkly horrible thing to say that Greenhill burst out laughing, he couldn't help it. There was a hint of hysteria to his voice but it felt good to laugh again.

He fell backwards on the bed, shoulders still shaking and somehow Violet was with him, she must have moved to hug him while he was laughing and he'd taken her with him when he moved. They slept like that the following night, wrapped up in each other's arms and it was the best night's sleep Greenhill had gotten since he killed Derrick, the Vice Principal and the others. He pulled Violet closer and swore that, no matter what happened; he would never let anyone hurt this girl.

After their secret came out, her family found out where she was -as far as they'd known; Violet was being tutored by an aunt to be a lady- it was a huge shock to the Violet family to discover what their only daughter was really doing.

It wasn't a shock to Violet when she received a letter telling her she was no longer welcome home.

She sat down on her bed with a heavy sigh, now she had nowhere and no one, he family had effectively disowned her, her only friends had been tossed out of the only place they had truly belonged, and she with them, and she couldn't even go back to the aunt who had helped her sneak in because then she would have to explain why she had been expelled in the first place. No thanks. She'd rather be disowned and live on the streets.

The fact was; she was in much deeper trouble than the boys. The murders they had committed had been covered up to protect the sanctity of the school but no such protection would be applied to Violet. The minute even a sliver of the truth got out and her reputation would be ruined, her family already thought her a harlot and worse.

She sighed again, just as someone knocked on the door.

Like Hell Violet was opening that until she knew who was on the other side, "who is it?" She yelled.

"Me," came the quiet voice, "Greenhill," he added, as though she couldn't have recognized his voice.

Violet balled up the letter from her parents and lobbed it into the trash as she crossed the room, she yanked the door open, "I'm almost done packing, give me a second," the four of them were leaving the hotel they had been staying at since leaving Weston, none of them were comfortable staying in one place for very long. As though the past could catch up with them if they did.

Violet just counted herself lucky none of them had thought about going home yet since she no longer had one to go to.

She tried to keep a poker face but Greenhill saw through her instantly, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," yeah, he saw through that too. So she gave up and told him.

He swore, actually swore, which was more surprising than anything that had happened to them thus far including the reanimated undead, and pulled her into his arms. "Your family is dumb," he said vehemently as she basked in his comforting warmth, he caught himself, "b-but I'm sure they're just shocked, they'll come around. Totally."

Yeah, that did not sound convincing at all but she was glad he'd tried to make her feel better.

They both pulled back after a second. "And even if they don't you still have us," Greenhill assured her. More quietly he added, "you have me."

Violet smiled slightly, "I appreciate that. And I'm sure you're right, they'll come around," no they wouldn't, "believe it or not what I'm worried about now is my marriage availability, no one's going to marry me now. My reputation's ruined."

He stared at her as though she'd started speaking another language, "I wasn't aware getting married mattered to you."

Funnily enough it hadn't until she realized she all but couldn't, well she could, sure, but no one would ever treat her the same than if she'd been a good little girl.

She told herself this was her own fault, it didn't help at all.

"Just wondering who in their right mind would want to marry me now, even without confessing to multiple murders," she said.

"I would!" Greenhill said passionately, there was dead silence for a second. Then his face felt like it was about to catch fire, it kind of looked like it too and for the first time; he saw Gwendolyn Violet stunned into silence, he hastily backtracked, "I-I mean, hypothetically, if that were… a… thing… we…" Violet was trying very hard not to laugh, he could tell. "I mean, what I'm trying to say is…"

He leaned down and kissed her softly before he lost his nerve or jumped out the window with embarrassment.

Violet smiled, "took you long enough," she leaned up to kiss him again and for the first time since they left school felt like everything was going to be okay.

Done! Hope you enjoyed guys!

Speaking of fem!Violet a lot of you mentioned that you'd like to see a part two to chapter 35, the Cheslock x fem!Violet story so I'm totally okay with writing it. But I've been having trouble with ideas lately so maybe y'all could help me out? What would you like to see happen in part 2?

See you later guys, bye!