Hi everyone! I'm back!

I'm really tired, I wrote the last two fics in a sleep-deprived haze so if there are any errors I apologize.

To my lovely reviewer Yusuki6: thank you for your lovely review! While your trust in me is very flattering it still doesn't give me any ideas though XD

To everyone: seriously, many of you requested a part 2 of the Cheslock x fem!Violet chapter (35) but I am totally stumped for ideas. So maybe you guys tell me what you want to see? Happy ending Sad ending? Violet telling Cheslock she's pregnant? Years in the future after their child is already born but Cheslock still doesn't know he has a kid? Domestic fluff? Come on guys, if you all want a part 2 there must be something you want to see in it!

Anyway, Chesward! My ship! I hope you enjoy!

For You:

"I dunno," Edward blushed slightly, "I don't want to presume too much but I really think she's the one." He sighed almost dreamily, a complete turn-around from his usual personality and Cheslock felt like a thousand shards of glass were being driven into his heart, leaving it cut and bleeding out.

"Well congratulations," he said, the pain and heartbreak in his voice covered by his inherent sarcasm.

Edward rolled his eyes at Cheslock's tone of voice. "You're just jealous," he said. Cheslock was just unhappy that Edward had a wonderful and lovely fiancée now and was blissfully happy and he, Cheslock, sure as Hell wasn't.

Edward tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his head that asked him if he was really as happy to be marrying Lady Anna as he was making himself out to be and kept wondering why Cheslock's blatant unhappiness bothered him so much.

Cheslock had probably killed people for less but Edward decided he'd at least try to find out what was wrong.

"Have I done something to upset you?" He asked quietly, well aware that Cheslock seemed to be okay unless he was around. Then he got snappy, surly and stared blankly into space without hearing anything that was said to him.

"No!" Cheslock said vehemently, eyes wide, calming himself he shrugged, "what's it to you anyway?"

"You're my friend and I don't want to see you unhappy," Edward confessed, neither of them had ever admitted to it but the Violet Dorm prefect was one of the people Edward trusted most on the planet and the one he'd miss the most if he was gone.

No, the one he'd miss most? That couldn't be right… except it was, losing Cheslock would make Edward more miserable than he knew how to handle. He blinked, surprised at the realization, more surprised that it was true.

Was that moisture in Cheslock's eyes? Edward snapped back to the issue at hand just as the Violet Dorm student blinked and his eyes looked normal again. He must've imagined it, Edward decided.

"I'm fine, don't get all sentimental on me," said Cheslock, turning away and crossing the room to the large bookshelf by the other wall. He plucked a book off the shelf at random and pretended to study the index, hoping Midford would get the hint, this conversation was over.

If Edward kept looking at him with those earnest, lovely eyes Cheslock didn't know what he might say.

Edward got the hint, more or less, and decided to drop it, in a second, "but you'd tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," Cheslock muttered, not looking up from his book, "sure."

That didn't sound particularly convincing but Edward clearly wasn't going to get anything out of Cheslock right now so he'd let it go and decided he'd ask again later.

The two split ways as Edward had work he needed to do and Cheslock had work he wasn't going to do. Instead he wandered into the music room which had always calmed him.

He sat on the piano bench and poked a few keys moodily, playing always made him feel better but it was hard when his inspiration was in love with someone else.

Edward was the reason for everything he played, the passion behind every note, the love singing in every string.

And Edward wasn't really his, the truth was, he never had been.

Later Edward walked down the halls of the Purple Dormitory, throwing furtive glances over his shoulder -he did not want to be caught, he shouldn't be breaking the rules either- and headed towards the prefect's room. Cheslock was probably in there, he didn't socialize much.

When he wasn't Edward shrugged and walked down the hall to the music room, Cheslock's other home.

He stopped, hand on the doorknob, door ajar, music was drifting out of the room and, sure enough, Cheslock, seated at the piano, was the cause.

But it was the piece being played that really caught and held Edward's attention, the music was so hauntingly sweet that it brought tears to his eyes and left his heart aching. He didn't need to be told what the piece was about; heartbreak, complete and utter heartbreak. Cheslock was heartbroken.

And Edward had just realized why.

He ducked back around the door and stood, back against the wall for long minutes as the songs Cheslock played went from mournful, to passionate, to bittersweet, to achingly gentle.

They were about him, Edward had only just realized what part of him had known all along. Cheslock was completely and utterly in love with him.

And Edward had just made sure they could never be together.

Done! Hope you liked it. It is almost 5am now, I'm going to follow my dog's example and pass out on the floor...