I woke up the next morning by myself, the smell of eggs, toast, bacon, and waffles drifting through the now open door. I smiled slightly, sitting up on my elbows. Only Blaise Zabini would let you yell at him one day and cook breakfast for you the next.

Throwing back the covers, I padded on my tiptoes across the cold wooden floors. We were in some sort of cabin, I realized, seeing as how the windows were open and I could smell the fresh scent of pine trees. I approached the window and let the sun hit my face, enjoying its warmth.

"Hey."

I turned to see Blaise standing behind me, a breakfast tray in his hands. "Where were you going with that?" I asked, smiling.

"To you," he said, smiling back. "Your ankle's still really swollen and I didn't want you walking on it until I had a look at it. Plus that and you've got some really bad bruises along your side. . . . Hold on."

Blaise walked back in the direction of which I guessed was the kitchen. "Were you examining me?" I asked.

"I might have been." Blaise came back towards me and in one unexpected movement swooped me off my feet. "Oh, yeah, and consider it a belated birthday present."

I started to protest but I mean, it's not every day a handsome man swoops you off your feet and serves you breakfast in bed. That's usually only on Mother's day and the last thing I wanted at this point in time were kids.

And the food was good too. I could just hear Jasmine's voice. Rea, come on now, the guy's polite, he can cook, he sweeps you off your feet on a regular basis, he's sweet, and romantic, and plus all that he's just plain sexy. How in the hell can you resist that?

Jasmine. Merlin, she must be going crazy with worry at the moment. I've never just not shown up for work before.

"Is there anyway I can contact Jasmine?" I asked as Blaise came into the room with his own plate.

Blaise thought for a moment. "I'm not sure it's safe. Whoever knew to kidnap you has been watching you closely. There's a possibility that they could be watching Jasmine to see if she gets in contact with you."

"They wouldn't kidnap her, would they?"

"No, of course not. It wouldn't make any sense seeing as how they can't get in contact with us to tell us what they've done."

I suddenly lost my appetite, setting my plate down on the floor. Blaise did the same before gently taking my bad ankle and massaging it. I had to admit that it did feel better.

"What's going on, Blaise?" I asked.

Blaise shook his head, not looking up at me. "I'm supposed to be the heir to Voldemort."

I jerked up, surprised, hurting my side in the process. "What?"

"Voldemort was the last heir to Slytherin. He had no one else, no family, seeing as how he killed most of them. He needed an heir, a back up just in case he died, I suppose. Draco Malfoy disappeared a little while after Dumbledore's death so my parents offered me to him and he made me his heir. Lucky for the both of us, he didn't mark me yet or there'd be no running."

"So these past three years –"

"These past three years I've been in hiding, moving from place to place which is why I never got to respond to a lot of your letters."

I was stunned for a moment, remembering how mad i had felt when ever I thought about him . . . and I had thought about him quite a lot. I was forced to focus again when I realized that Blaise was crawling up towards me, forcing me to lay back. He lifted up my shirt just enough so that he could gently trail his fingers down my bruises.

"That day I came to visit and those days afterward," he continued, "I didn't believe I was being followed anymore. Why would you keep after a person for so long. And I missed you so much."

He looked into my eyes, one of his hands lifting to my face as the other held him above my body. "Not a day went by that I didn't think about you, Rea. And when I thought that I was in the clear, my first thought was that I had to see you. Your letters and the thought of being with you again kept me going. . . . I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I never thought that they'd go after you, I really didn't, and I apologize for all the pain I've caused you, and I apologize –"

I lifted my finger to his lips. "Stop apologizing and just kiss me already."

Blaise grinned happily, leaning down to kiss me.

Damn, that'll never get old.