Chapter Nine: Christmas

It was Christmas Eve, and Draco was sitting in their 'occasional' sitting room with his aunt and mother, they only used the grander sitting room when they had guests. The two women were questioning him about the girl he'd invited over for Christmas.

"So I'm assuming this Lady Arianwen is all prim and proper like Cissy here?" His aunt Bellatrix teased, his mother frowned at her disapprovingly.

"She was certainly very well-mannered when I met her," Narcissa said, "as you would expect from the daughter of a Duke."

Bellatrix snored, "boring! Can't you find someone with some spirit Draco?"

He smiled at his aunt, she was certainly 'spirited'. "Arianwen isn't boring, Aunt Bella. "You'll like her," he insisted, "she definitely has a mouth on her when she wants."

Narcissa looked at her son sharply, she didn't like the idea of him with someone so confrontational. "Is she often hostile then?"

Draco looked at his mother, instantly picking up on her discomfort, "no not at all, I think its just when she feels threatened-" he shook his head, struggling to find the right words to explain, "well, no, not threatened…its more like when people challenge her or her ancestry. I don't know, I'm sure you'll see for yourself at some point."

Narcissa nodded, reaching for her son's hand "but you like her do you, darling?"

Draco wanted to just say 'yes' but couldn't bring himself to do so in front of his aunt, who was sneering at them as if she thought such discussions made them pitifully weak. "There's a lot more to her than anyone else I've met," he said, squeezing his mother's hand reassuringly.

Narcissa's face softened at her son's words, "I suppose she's feeling very alone at the moment, poor dear."

Draco didn't get the chance to respond as at that moment their frail house elf appeared and announced the arrival of Arianwen. She walked in a moment later looking as beautiful as ever, but there was a solemnity about her that he hadn't seen before. She smiled warmly when she saw him and he greeted her with the usual kiss on the hand, and then led her over to meet the other two women.

"Mother, this is Lady Arianwen, although I believe you've already met." The two women nodded and smiled, kissing each other on either cheek.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay with you Mrs. Malfoy, you're just as gracious as my father used to tell me." Arianwen said, smiling charmingly at her.

Draco noticed the pleased expression on his mother's face, he didn't know why it surprised him, Arianwen could probably charm a stick. "Oh it's my pleasure, darling!" Narcissa smiled agreeably at her, "and look how beautiful you are! It's no wonder my Draco is so taken with you!"

Draco groaned inwardly, trying not to blush as Arianwen raised an eyebrow at him amusedly.

"Have you met my sister?" Narcissa asked, gesturing to Bellatrix.

"No I don't believe I've had the pleasure," Arianwen said politely.

"I see. This is Mrs. Bellatrix Lestrange, Draco's aunt."

"Lovely to meet you," Arianwen said extending a hand.

Bellatrix surveyed her for a moment before shaking her hand. "So you're the girl that's been trying to undo my hard work on the Longbottoms?!" she said coolly, almost threateningly.

Draco froze, he didn't even know that his aunt knew about her potion. He glanced at his mother who looked tense, then to Arianwen. Surprisingly she didn't seemed phased at all, in fact her face was completely unreadable.

"Ah of course," Arianwen said in her usual soft tone, "I knew I'd heard your name somewhere…"

Bellatrix's eyes were becoming more and more focused on Arianwen, her smile growing creepily, Draco knew this expression well, it was the one she adopted just before casting the Cruciatus Curse. He put his hand around the handle of his wand slyly, moving instinctively closer to Arianwen.

"Yes the Longbottoms are using my potion, amongst others." Arianwen said casually. She clearly has no idea about Aunt Bella's reputation, Draco thought worriedly, wishing he'd warned her about Bellatrix before she'd arrived.

"That really must have been quite the powerful Cruciatus Curse, they will certainly never recover fully."

Bellatrix grinned evilly, taking Arianwen's words as a compliment.

"I suppose I ought to be thanking you really," Arianwen drawled as Bellatrix continued to stare at her as if she were a lioness and Arianwen the prey.

"Thanking me?"

"Indeed," Arianwen nodded, the corners of her mouth twitching, "well you're doing a fine job of keeping me employed after all."

There was a long, silent pause before Bellatrix threw her head back and cackled loudly. "I like her!"

Draco took this as his opportunity to take Arianwen's arm and announce that he would show her to her room. When they had safely reached the room and he'd closed the door behind them, he turned to Arianwen.

"I'm so sorry about that, I should've warned you she'd be coming. Are you alright?" He asked, concern etched across his features.

She sat down on the edge of the large, ornately carved bed and smiled at him softly. "I'm fine, don't worry, I knew I'd meet her sooner or later."

He sat next to her and examined her face, she looked tired and heavy hearted. It made him feel quite incredibly guilty, have I forced her into this? She doesn't look happy to be here…

She seemed to pick up on his doubtfulness as she placed her hand over his and squeezed it. "Thank you for inviting me here, I'm sorry if I look a bit miserable, I've had a long few days."

He tilted his head, wondering whether to press her for more information, but before he'd worked out what to say, she spoke again.

"It's just odd being back home, it feels so…empty." She said softly, staring forward distantly.

Draco put an arm around her and pulled her closer, he hated seeing her so downtrodden. She looked up, her large green eyes gazing into his sorrowfully.

"I'm going to make sure that you have the best Christmas ever, okay?" He saw a smile creep over her face.

"Is it just going to be us? Or have you invited other people?" She asked quietly. He had a feeling that the 'other people' she was referring to weren't his friends but rather girls like Pansy and Astoria.

"No." he said firmly, "I only want to see you." He stood up and started pacing, trying to find the words to apologise for his behaviour last term.

"Ri," he stopped pacing, and looked at her, chewing his lip nervously, "I'm so sorry about everything last term, I completely misread it all. I really didn't want to hurt you."

He looked back at her and felt his stomach whoosh nervously, she looked annoyed. "Did you really think that I'd just be fine with you kissing all those other girls in front of me? You must have known I liked you, you're not stupid!" Her voice had risen heatedly as she looked at him with an accusatory glare.

"You kept going on about how we were just friends!" He gestured around wildly, trying to convey how confusing it'd been for him.

"I was TESTING you!" she was shouting now, unable to control her frustration. "A test that you failed by the way!"

Draco groaned loudly in annoyance, pushing his hands through his hair desperately. "Why the bloody hell couldn't you just tell me how you felt? How the hell was I meant to know you were testing me?"

"That's the point!" She spat, "I wanted to know whether you would bother waiting for me or if you would just get bored and run off to someone else. And that's exactly what you did, so I was right!" Hurt was starting to show on her face now, "I don't want to fall for someone that ends up cheating on me and leaves me heartbroken," her voice trembled with the last sentence.

Draco's face softened and he moved over to her, taking her hands in his and gazing at her imploringly. "I promise you, if we were in a relationship I would never cheat on you." Her eyes widened, looking so innocently hopeful. He felt his heart beating quickly, wanting to hold her, to protect her. "I promise." He said again.

"Give me a second chance…please?" She paused for a while before nodding slowly, a cute smile forming on her lips.

"Okay fine, I'll give you another chance."

He beamed and picked her up, spinning her around and kissing her head sporadically. She laughed happily, her mood instantly lifted.

Draco had to do some 'training' with his aunt in the late afternoon, so Arianwen was left with Narcissa. She found herself enjoying Narcissa's company greatly, they exchanged stories about the best and worst functions they'd attended, their favourite cities and architecture, and of course, Draco.

Narcissa allowed her chuckles to die down before speaking again, Arianwen had just told her a particularly amusing story about when she'd caught Mr. Nott Snr. trying it on with Blaise's mother, and failing spectacularly.

"So Arianwen, dear, how are things going with my Draco? He seems very fond of you, he's never had anyone else over at Christmas time." Arianwen felt heat rising to her cheeks; she didn't really mind discussing it with Narcissa as she seemed to be genuinely interested in her, rather than an overbearing mother forcing her son upon her.

"Do you really think so?" She asked.

"Absolutely. Do you not see it?"

Arianwen shook her head, "not really…well sometimes I suppose…but he doesn't show it too well."

Narcissa nodded slowly, "is that what you were arguing about earlier?"

Arianwen felt herself cringe with embarrassment; she didn't know they'd been that loud. She nodded sheepishly, "um yes, there's just been some other girls…" she tailed off, not really knowing what to say.

"Ah." Narcissa nodded again in understanding, "he's just like his father." She said setting down her cup of tea in readiness for her next revelation.

"Lucius had a reputation as being a bit of a womaniser when I met him. Our parents had arranged for us to be wed, I was about your age and he was a few years older so he didn't think he had to behave until I was out of school." She said, smiling oddly at the memory, "It didn't take me long to show him the error of his ways though, and since then he's been the most devoted husband I could have ever wished for." She smiled sadly, staring off into the distance.

"It sounds like you've had a wonderful marriage," Arianwen said softly, coaxing Narcissa from her daze.

She smiled at the girl, such a sweet young thing. "Yes, I was very lucky that it turned out so wonderfully - but of course you don't have to worry about that because you can choose your own partner! Has Draco apologised for what he did?"

Arianwen nodded and smiled, "yes he seems quite genuinely apologetic, I think that's why he was so keen for me to stay with you over the holidays."

"Good, I should hope that now he'll be as devoted to you as Lucius was to me." She said gently, Arianwen smiled back at her, who knew meeting your boyfriend's mum could be so nice!

She chastised herself instantly for her mistake, NOT my boyfriend!

Draco and Bellatrix came back into the room, the former looking a lot more worn out than the latter. Draco sat down next to Arianwen, "sorry I was gone for so long."

She smiled, "that's okay, I've had a lovely time with your mother."

Draco looked between the two, who both wore matching irritating expressions of omniscience.

Arianwen tried her best to stifle a yawn, she was in the Malfoy's grandest sitting room with a mix of people. Narcissa, Draco and Bellatrix were all there and they had been joined by Bellatrix's husband and brother, Professor Snape had also come for dinner but didn't stick around afterwards.

Draco saw Arianwen yawn and muttered quietly, "maybe its time for you to go to bed?"

She shook her head, "no I'm fine, I don't want to leave yet!" She yawned again and he raised his eyebrows at her, smirking.

"Right, come on, you need to go to bed." He said matter-of-factly, alerting the other's to her departure. She wished them all a goodnight and followed Draco back to her room.

"So where's your room?" She said as they halted outside hers.

"Next door," he said, leaning against the door and smiling down at her handsomely, defining his strong square jaw as he did so.

"Oh right okay, will you come and see me in the morning?" She asked, allowing herself to lean against his chest lightly.

"Yeah if you want me to," he was stroking her hair now, occasionally grazing her cheek with his hand and leaving a tingly sensation each time.

She nodded brightly, looking excited, "goodnight then, Draco. See you tomorrow." She kissed him on the cheek and opened one of the doors to her room.

He smiled happily, "goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams." He kissed her hand and walked to his own room, smiling to himself.

Christmas morning…

Arianwen was sitting in bed; opening her Christmas presents happily when she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" she called and the door opened to reveal Draco.

"Merry Christmas," he said as she tore open another present excitedly. "Having fun there?" He asked, leaning against a post with his arms crossed as he watched her open more presents, he couldn't help but find her innocence endearing as she looked at each present with wide eyes.

She stopped for a minute and smiled at him, "Merry Christmas!" She noticed that he was fully dressed while she was just wearing a silk slip, but was having too much fun to dwell on it.

"Have you found mine yet?" Draco asked, gesturing to the pile of presents at the end of her bed.

She shook her head and started to rummage through the pile, "which one is it?"

He pointed to a card, and laughed quietly at the look of obvious disappointment on her face. She read the card out loud: "look on the balcony".

"Oooh!" she squealed, jumping out of bed, running to the balcony and throwing the doors open. An extremely loud squeak came from the balcony and she ran back inside, jumping into Draco's arms. Narcissa and Bellatrix had also heard the noise and come in to investigate the cause.

"Archimedes! You remembered!" She pulled out of the hug so she could see his face, but kept her arms firmly placed around his neck, while his remained around her waist. "I can't believe you went back for him!" Arianwen said, staring up at Draco adoringly.

Draco nodded, enjoying her appreciation, "yeah I went back a few weeks later but he'd been sold so I had to track down his owner and buy it off him! He drove quite a hard bargain as well." Draco said laughing exasperatedly; it had been a lot of effort to go to just for an owl.

"I can't believe you did that!" she said quietly, "thank you so much, this is the best present you could've possibly given me!" They were both oblivious to Narcissa and Bellatrix, who had watched the whole scene from the doorway.

"Are you sure?" Draco said, smiling mischievously at Arianwen.

"Yes of course! That's the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me!"

Draco leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I'm taking you to Paris tomorrow."

"What?!" she exclaimed, happy tears starting to well up in her eyes, she didn't know how she could possibly thank him. She found herself moving closer and closer until she could just about feel his soft lips-

Bellatrix cleared her throat loudly, making the two teenagers jump apart and turn to the doorway. Arianwen blushed deeply, becoming aware again that she was the only one still in her nightclothes.

"Good morning you two," Narcissa said, smiling at them knowingly, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mother."

"Merry Christmas" they said back, while Arianwen attempted to hide behind Draco.

"Perhaps you should come down to breakfast, Draco." Bellatrix ordered, grinning wickedly at them, knowing what would have happened if she hadn't interrupted them.

They left Arianwen to get dressed.

After a hearty breakfast, Arianwen and Draco went back to their respective rooms as they both had to leave the manor for a few hours. Draco was going to visit his father in Azkaban with his mother, and Arianwen was going back to Wales to visit her father's grave.

She changed into a set of expensive black robes, they had her family crest on the breast and fitted snugly. She draped her favourite black winter cloak over her shoulders and fastened it carefully. The cloak had been her mother's, it was lined with dyed black sheepskin and the outer layer was made of a thick but soft weave. The edges of the cloak were lined with a luxurious black faux fur and the same trim was used to line the hood. Arianwen looked at herself in the long mirror in her room, she felt she looked the part. To finish off the look she took a dragon shaped pin from her trunk and fitted it onto the right side of her cloak. She picked up the present that she'd carefully wrapped for Draco and headed downstairs to meet him in the entrance hall.

"Oh Arianwen darling, you look so elegant! Your father would be so proud of the young woman you're becoming." Narcissa said kindly, kissing the young girl's cheek in a motherly fashion.

Arianwen swallowed and nodded, managing a weak smile, "thank you." She whispered.

She felt a comforting arm rest upon her shoulder, Draco's face was full of worry. "Are you sure you don't want to hang around here until we're back so I can come with you?" He asked softly.

She shook her head and smiled at him, grateful for his concern, "no that's okay. I want to see him on my own for a bit first." She still hadn't been to visit her father's grave, she just hadn't been able to bring herself to do it, feeling as though doing so would be to confirm the painful reality.

"Okay." Draco said unwillingly, "but if you're not here when we get back then I'm coming after you."

Arianwen nodded, "thanks." She felt inside her robe and pulled out the present she had for him.

"Here, I meant to give this to you earlier but I was a bit too excited" she blushed at the thought of her childish elation earlier that morning.

Draco smiled in surprise, as though he hadn't expected anything, and started unwrapping the present.

"I'm sorry!" Arianwen said quickly, before he could see what was inside. "I couldn't afford to buy you anything decent…" she trailed off, looking ashamed.

Narcissa looked over Draco's shoulder as he finished unwrapping the gift, they gasped in unison. She had given him a beautiful, ancient dagger. Its sheath was silver with intricate Welsh gold detailing running down it, folding round dark, garnet coloured rubies. The handle was also encrusted with rubies and the top of the handle had been gilded into the shape of a dragon.

"Ri, I-I can't accept this, it must've been in your family for centuries" Draco said, looking at Arianwen in astonishment.

She smiled and nodded, "yes, it originally belonged to King Arthur but he gave it to one of my ancestors, Llewelyn Gwydion as a tribute for his valour in battle. Look," she said, pulling the dagger out of its sheath carefully and pointing to a horizontal engraving just below the handle on the flat edge of the blade.

The engraving said 'Arthur Pendragon' and below it was 'Llewelyn Gwydion' and many more names, all ending in Gwydion. Written vertically at the point of the blade was the name 'Dewi Gwydion'.

"This belonged to your father?" he asked quickly.

"Yes, but I thought you would appreciate it more than me," Arianwen said quietly, "it was forged in dragon's breath so its indestructible," she said, as if she were trying to convince herself that it wasn't a completely disappointing present.

"It's incredible…but I can't accept it Ri." He held the blade out for her to take.

Narcissa was proud of her son, he'd come a long way from the possibly spoiled child that she'd raised.

Arianwen shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips, "well then tough because it's chosen you now. See?" she pointed to the orangey-red light that was emitting from the underside of the blade, Draco flipped it over and was amazed to see his own name at the top.

She smiled at him warmly, "you'll have to keep it now." She glanced down at her watch, "right I'd better be off. Look after your mother won't you Draco?"

He was surprised when Arianwen reached out and squeezed his mother's arm rather than his own, "I'm sure Mr. Malfoy be absolutely delighted to see you both."

She nodded to them with a look of solemn determination in her eyes, and walked purposefully out of the manor.

Arianwen arrived at the gate to the Carmarthenshire village cemetery, where her father had been laid to rest alongside her mother.

She pushed open the little black iron gate and walked down a long winding path. The cemetery was normally full of beautiful flowers and peaceful bird song but today it was covered in a blanket of crunchy white snow. She knew the route well as she'd been to visit her mother's grave with her father on many occasions but since her father's death it had been different. It wasn't as though she'd fooled herself into thinking that her parents were still alive, in fact she'd made peace with her mother's death long ago but this time it felt unresolved…and I like it that way. To get closure would surely be to let go, and Arianwen wasn't ready for that yet.

She walked into a clearing and paused, just ten metres away were the gravestones of her family, her mother and father's headstones closest to her. Her heartbeat quickened as she approached her mother's headstone.

"Merry Christmas, mother." She brushed some snow away from the engraving on the stone and smiled sadly. "I hope you're both peaceful, now that you can lie together again."

She took a deep breath and looked at her father's headstone, it was just as she'd requested from the local monumental mason. She walked over to it and stood in front of it, a painful lump forming in her throat. "Hello Daddy." She fell to her knees, ignoring the sharp pang of the cold snow.

"I'm sorry its taken me so long to come to you," she whispered, the horrible lump in her throat growing larger, forcing her voice to sound hoarse, "I was trying to be strong and I knew I couldn't be if I saw you… I've never been able to be strong in front of you, you always do it for me."

She shook her head angrily, "you see! Even now I'm talking as though you're still here with me, but you're not! You left me!" She dug her fingernails into her thigh painfully, trying to distract herself from the feelings of hurt and betrayal coursing through her whole body.

"Why did you leave me?" she whispered, her eyes blurring from un-spilled tears.

"You know, sometimes I forget that you're gone – I go to write you a letter or I run into your bedroom…and then I stop and I remember, and the pain comes back, only it gets worse every time." Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, warming them for a few seconds.

"I even wrote myself a Christmas card from you…I don't even remember doing it. I-I don't remember anything, daddy. Why don't I remember what happened to you?" She was struggling to speak now, it felt like an overwhelming force was trying to rip her throat from her neck.

She had to voice the fear that had been crushing her ever since his death, "what if I forget you completely?" She couldn't control herself any longer and let out a scream of anguish, completely oblivious to the crunching of footsteps behind her.

She folded her head into her knees, trembling hands covering her face, and sobbed desperately. When she could no longer breathe, she forced herself to sit upright again, inhaling the bitter air fiercely. She wiped the tears from her face and stared at the headstone for a few minutes before speaking again, a little more control returning to her voice.

"That's the first and last time I can allow myself to cry for you, Father, you raised me to have more control, and I will. Don't misunderstand me though, I am mourning for you…and I will probably never stop…but I'm going to find out what Uncle Dafydd did to you and I will avenge your death."

She rose to her feet and took one last long look at his grave, "I won't say goodbye, not yet." She kissed her fingertips and pressed it to his headstone, "I love you." She felt the urge to scream and cry but took in a deep breath and composed herself. She turned around slowly and was surprised to see multiple pairs of feet, lifting her head she gasped. There must have been at least two hundred people standing before her, each with their wand in hand, lit, and pointing to the sky in remembrance.

Arianwen couldn't believe it, she recognised the faces of families from Carmarthenshire village, Brianne was there too, and… "Draco" she whispered. She felt as though her knees were going to give way, her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she let out an agonised sob. She saw a figure move towards her quickly, and felt Draco's arms wrap around her, holding her steady.

"Lady Arianwen," a booming voice spoke for all to hear, Arianwen recognised the voice as that of the chairman of the village committee, "the weight of the loss of the Duke has been felt all across the county. Your father was an incredible leader, he was kind, he was loyal, and his ferocious love for us all was his greatest attribute. We came here today so that you would know that your loss is our loss, your pain is our pain, and we will mourn him together."

"Together." The crowd repeated solemnly. Arianwen looked at Draco uncertainly, tears welling in her eyes, he looked back at her with an awful, sorrowful expression. It was as though her pain was seeping in to him as he held her. He nodded to her encouragingly and she moved away, walking towards the chairman and taking his hands.

"Thank you, Mr. Davies. I can't possibly express what this means to me. I am truly fortunate to be able to serve you all." She looked around at other members of the crowd, some were crying, others looked stricken with grief and sympathy for the poor orphan girl.

Arianwen heard Brianne's voice from her side, "we're having a gathering in the village hall, you should come."

She turned to her best friend and smiled, "that sounds perfect."

Brianne smiled back softly, then nodded her head towards Draco, who was still standing where she left him, "you should bring him too, I think everyone is dying to find out more about him." Arianwen laughed softly and motioned to Draco to come over.

Hours, and a few large glasses of mead later, Arianwen was sitting around a large circular table chatting to some of her subjects. She noticed Brianne and Draco were talking and laughing a few tables away, and felt a small smile form on her face. Brianne seemed to feel Arianwen's gaze upon her and caught her eye, waving at her to join them.

"Please excuse me," Arianwen said politely to the group at the table, "thank you all so much for coming today." They all smiled admiringly at her, pleased that someone of her status was so willing to interact with them on a close, personal level.

Arianwen placed a hand on Draco's shoulder to alert him to her presence as she took the seat beside him. "You two look like you're having fun," she commented, smiling.

"Yes indeed, Draco was just telling me about when you ran into each other on that train that takes you to school." The two of them exchanged a look of mirth as Arianwen groaned.

"Yeah I was a little off my A-game." She muttered, embarrassed.

"Just a little," Draco teased, taking her hand and squeezing it slightly. She smiled grudgingly at him, unable to resist his playful grin.

"So how has Christmas at the Malfoy's been so far, love?" Brianne asked.

Arianwen smiled at Draco and then turned her gaze to Brianne, "it's been lovely so far, Draco's mother has been absolutely wonderful!"

"Oh yes, didn't I meet her at that party before?" Brianne asked, wrinkling her forehead slightly as she tried to remember.

Arianwen nodded, "yeah that's right, it was a few years ago now I think."

"Yes I remember, gosh she was so beautiful!" Brianne gushed.

Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughing at how similar the two girls were, "don't tell her that, I think she can live without the ego boost."

"Draco!" Arianwen exclaimed, pushing his arm in disbelief.

Brianne laughed and rose to her feet, "I'll go get us some more drinks."

Arianwen looked back at Draco, who was still holding her hand, stroking it gently with his thumb. "Thanks for coming today, Draco. How did everything go with your father?"

Draco nodded, keeping a neutral expression on his face, this wasn't the place to go into it in too much detail, "it was fine, better than I expected actually."

She could tell she wasn't going to get any more information out of him at this point so just nodded, "that's good."

Draco's grey eyes were fixed on her, full of concern and understanding, "you know if you ever want to talk about anything…about your father…I'm here."

She smiled, grateful to be experiencing this caring side to his personality, "thank you. I don't think I will, but thanks."

Draco frowned, "you don't have to deal with everything on your own, Ri. I'm not going to leave you, even if we have some huge fall out I'll always be here for you."

She sighed slightly, feeling her usually strong guard waiver. She looked into his eyes, trying to read his expression, he looked almost- loving? She thought in confusion. I think he really does care, said a small voice in her head.

Her eyes widened as she felt an incredible pulsating coursing through her, Draco Malfoy had well and truly won her affections. "Okay, thank you." She whispered. He kissed her forehead gently and put a comforting arm around her waist, pulling her under his protection.

A/N: Sorry that this update was so delayed, I ended up rewriting it a few times - especially when I read StarletSpotlight's review from the last chapter! They'll be off to Paris soon so should be a fair amount of one-on-one time (Pottermouth17 ;) ) Thanks to everyone who has reviewed/followed/favourited, its been good motivation to continue writing :D