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A/N: So this is probably the last chapter. Thanks to all you read this and liked it. You all are awesome.
I backed in through the door to mine and Blaise's room, carrying a breakfast tray. I grinned at him. "Did I ever tell you how absolutely wonderful I think you are?" I asked.
It had been a couple of days since the end of the war. Blaise was still laid up in bed due to the Cruciatus curses Voldemort had used on him but he was feeling better.
He laughed. "Only about three times a day but, truthfully, I don't mind it."
I handed him the tray and cuddled up next to him on the bed. I suppose I realized how stupid I had been when I went to the graveyard that day after Blaise had specifically asked me not to. But he told me he wasn't mad at me, just . . . he had been so scared I would get killed. And then again, I had thought the same for him. In a way though, I guess you could say my showing up stopped Voldemort from cursing him into insanity.
Blaise kissed the top of my head. "Don't ever scare me like that again, all right?"
"Scare you?" I said, sitting up. "You're the one who was unconscious for a day. . . ."
He smiled, leaning forward to press his lips against mine. "I told you I'd come back to you. Some way or another."
I smiled back. "I'm really glad you did."
I kissed him this time, thinking about everything we had been through since Hogwarts, wondering what would have happened if I had never agreed to be his tutor.
But then, I realized as Blaise moved his breakfast tray to the floor, kissing me again, I wouldn't have this . . . this wonderful thing called love.
I wouldn't change a thing.