December 20th, 1999.

"Remind me again why we are doing this the muggle way?" Huffed an annoyed Draco.

We were decorating my Christmas tree—I finally found the time and he was helping me.

"Because I want to my dear. It's more fun this way and it brings back fond childhood memories." I explained—again.

"Well it may be fun for you but I think it's ridiculous. Why can't we just you magic?" He continued to complain.

Draco could be such a child sometimes. Although he did have a point considering he was trying to untangle the lights and making things worse than they were to begin with. Sigh.

"Alright, crybaby. I'll take pity on you—you can use magic for the lights put we're putting up the ornaments by hand."

"I guess it's better than nothing." He muttered.

I only rolled my eyes at his silliness. Lazy boy.

"Can you lift me up so that I can put the angel atop he tree please?" I asked Draco.

"Sure." He answered.

He lifted me high up and I was able to get the angel on without much trouble.

"Thank you,baby." I told him when he put me back down.

"Anytime." He replied and kissed me on my nose. I giggled like a school girl. He could be so sweet.

"Just let me get the lights and we're done." I said.

I plugged the lights into the power outlet and the came on in a blaze. Yes— I did have electricity. My tree was all muggle,I would do a magical one next year.

"There. All done." I announced proudly.

Draco came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me—resting his chin on my head.

"Beautiful. Just like you." He complimented.

"Thank you my love. For the compliment and your help. I had a lot of fun doing this with you."

"So did I—even if I was being a pain most of the time." He said and laughed.

"You were being quite childish but then again I knew that was one of your traits when I fell in love with you so I can't complain now." I teased.

"Oh really. I'll show you childish." He said and proceed to tickle me into submission.

We spent the next hour playfully fighting and chasing each other around my place. What a wonderful night. I loved it when we had times like this.


December 24th, 1999.

"My god, Ronald. Will you please eat with your mouth closed?" I scolded.

"How long have you been telling him that, Hermione? It won't work—somethings never change and Ron eating with his mouth open is one of them." Said Harry.

Ginny and I both laughed loudly and Ron said something unintelligible through his mouthful of food.

The four of us were out spending sometime together—we all got off work early since it was Christmas eve and we chose to hang out with each other. When the new year came we would all be swamped with work so it was good to spend as much time with each other as possible together—including Christmas dinner tomorrow.

"Shut up Harry." Ron finally managed to gt out after swallowing.

"Sorry, mate but it's true." Harry countered

"Whatever. Enough about my table manners for now. Let's talk about something else." Ron suggested.

"Okay Ron, how are you getting on with the ladies? Bringing anyone of them to dinner tomorrow?" Ginny asked with false innocence.

"Ginny!" Ron growled.

"What's the matter Ron?" She continued in her innocent voice.

"Don't play dumb Ginny. Let's just leave me out of the conversation alright?" He fumed.

"So Harry, will you be visiting the Dursleys tomorrow?" I asked purposefully to diffuse the tension.

It did the trick because they all looked at me like I had grown a second head before collapsing in fits of laughter.

"Speaking of family, are your parents still coming over for dinner tomorrow, Hermione?" Asked Ginny.

In contrast to last Christmas—my parents and I were in a way different place. A much better one that is—so much so that the rift between us had almost completely healed. They had even suggested spending Christmas day in the Wizarding world with me so I asked Mrs Weasley if it would be okay if they came to dinner with me at the Burrow. She graciously accepted and so they were going with me.

"That's the plan." I told her.

"Cool. Dad's beyond excited—he's got so many questions for them about muggle stuff." She said.

We all laughed—knowing Mr Weasley's obsession with all things muggle tomorrow would be very interesting.

We enjoyed a few more hours together and then we all went to our homes.

Draco was spending Christmas Eve with his parents so I would be spending the night alone. I was happy that he spent time with his parent but I still missed him. I had to wait to see him till morning when he would pop in so we could exchange our presents. Morning couldn't come soon enough for me.


December 25, 1999.

I awoke to the sound of Crookshank's meows in my ear—he always slept next to me whenever Draco didn't stay over.

"What's up boy? You hungry?" I said in the baby voice I always used when I spoke to him.

He only meowed and rubbed his face against mine in response. I scooped him up took him into the kitchen to feed him. I got some breakfast as well and then went to open up my presents under the tree. I got tons of stuff from my friends,co-workers and parents. Even some of my old Hogwarts Professors sent me stuff.

A little while later after showering and getting dressed I apparated to my parents house and the Burrow to wish everyone a Merry Christmas before returning home. I curled up with one of my newly received books on the sofa in the living room and waited for Draco to arrive. I didn't have to wait long because he arrived about half an hour later— presents in hand.

"Happy Christmas, Hermione." He said softly and embraced me.

"Happy Christmas,Draco." I returned.

We stood like that—arms around each other—my head against his chest and his face buried in my hair for a few moments—just appreciating the fact that we were together on this most special of days.

"Time for presents!" Draco announced excitedly.

I giggled at his enthusiasm and we sat down together exchanged our presents—I summoned his from my room.

He brought three wrapped packages and I opened the smallest one first. It was a bracelet—the twin of the one he gave me last year but it was silver with emeralds an diamonds instead of gold and rubies like the first one.

"It's beautiful, Draco. Thank you." I smiled up at him.

"I thought you should have one of each—Gryffindor for you and Slytherin for me. House unity you know." He said sarcastically.

"Is that so?" I asked just as sarcastically.

"Honestly, I just love seeing you in my house colors so that was the main reason." He admitted sheepishly.

"Awww. Well I love it no matter what your intentions were. I assume it's similarly charmed like the fist one—only the two of us can see it in it's true form?" I asked.

"Yep. Not for long though." He replied, alluding to the fact that we would be coming out as a couple soon.

Next I opened a rather thick package—it contained two books. One was a rare find about Ancient Runes (I was still very interested in the subject) and Hogwarts A History. The last one confused me—I already had a copy as Draco knew. I looked at it carefully and then my jaw dropped when I saw what made it special.

"Draco...I ...this is a first edition of Hogwarts A History. How did you get this? I wasn't even aware that there were copies floating around." I stammered.

"I know how much that book means to you so I thought it would be cool to get you one of the first copies. It wasn't easy but I managed to track down a collector of old books who had one and bought it from him." Draco informed.

"It's wonderful—both books are. I can't thank you enough." I expressed my gratitude.

" I hope you didn't pay too much for it—I'm sure it was anything but cheap."

"It wasn't but as I've told you before—money is no object when it comes to you—it's all worth it when I see the look of happiness on your face when I buy you something that you like. I'm filthy rich an I can't think of anyone I would rather spend money on than you." He said with finality.

I only chuckled and hugged him in response.

Now it was time to open the last package. It was very flat and rectangular. I opened it carefully and stared at it for a minute—trying to figure out what it was. It appeared to be a big red satin bow with straps. I blinked rapidly when I realized what I was holding. It was some kind of lingerie—yes—definitely and the back was completely exposed. Wow. Where had he gotten something like that?

"You dirty boy. This is certainly the most forward gift I have ever received. Thanks I guess." I said finally, my cheeks red.

"It's more for me than for you actually—I loved unwrapping you on our anniversary so I thought would take it up a notch for Christmas and literally put a bow on you that I could take off." He said with a cheeky grin.

I shook my head and slapped his arm playfully. Crazy man.

He opened up my presents next. I had gotten him a framed picture of the two of us—one from when we we in Paris for my birthday. It was one of his favorites and I remembered how much he liked the framed picture of myself that I had given him last year so I thought why not do something similar this year. It could be a tradition.

"This is great, I love this picture of us. I'll put it up next to the one of you from last year. Thank you." He told me sweetly.

"What are these?" He asked when he opened the last two packages.

"Books." I simply said.

"I know that but what kind? I've never heard of them." He said with a laugh.

"That's because they're muggle literature. Two of the greatest works in English literature actually." I explained.

I had gotten him copies of Pride and Prejudice and Romeo and Juliet.

"They're both two of my personal favorites and they remind me of us and our relationship so I though you would like to read them." I continued in my explanation.

"How so?" He asked with interest.

"Well both deal with forbidden or unconventional relationships. Just like the one we have. Romeo and Juliet is a play actually—maybe we'll see it on stage one day. It's a tragedy though so I hope we end up like Mr Darcy and Elizabeth form Pride and Prejudice—happy—instead of the ill fated Romeo and Juliet. You know you are my very own Mr Darcy. Rich, arrogant but kind and loving at heart." I finished.

"Can't argue with that assessment of my character." He concurred with laugh.

"Thank you—they're very thoughtful and lovely presents. I can't wait to read them." He said warmly.

"You're welcome." I replied.

"Now tell me, do you think that we have time for you to try on your new outfit for me?" He asked shamelessly.

"Nope. You have to wait till tonight." I told him tauntingly.

"Well it was worth a try." He groaned.

He stayed for a few more minutes—all spent kissing me—before he left. We would see each other again tonight after we were done with our families.


"So tell me Mr Granger, what exactly does a dentist do?" Asked Mr Weasley with barely contained glee.

We were all over at the Burrow having Christmas dinner and Mr Weasley was bombarding my parents with all kinds of questions about muggles and muggle inventions for the better part of an hour.

"A dentist takes care of peoples teeth. Cleaning, straightening, extracting, filling cavities and such." My after answered politely.

"Fascinating. Simple fascinating." Said Mr Weasley.

Mrs Weasley shot him a dirty look—one of many for the night. She had been trying to dissuade him from question my parents all night but he wouldn't relent. Couldn't help himself I supposed—it wasn't everyday that he had two muggles sitting at his kitchen table. She had been alternating between dirty looks and changing the topic anytime he got too carried away. Not that her line of conversation was any better—she kept focusing on the romantic relationship's of all her children. As if on cue, she turned to me.

"Hermione dear, all of the children here are in very happy relationships and you and Ronald are all alone. Don't you think it's time the two of you got back together? It's only a matter of time really."She said with a hopeful smile on her face.

The table went silent and Ron's face went scarlet. I mentally cringed—getting back together with Ron was the last thing on my mind.

"I'm fine as I am Mrs Weasley and as I've told you before Ron and I are not getting back together." I told her firmly.

Ron nodded his head in agreement.

"Young people. Think thy know everything you see. They'll get back together, mark my words."She said in the direction of my parents.

It was like my words had no effect at all on her. She was going to have to accept it one day though.

She then rounded on Ginny and Harry about getting engaged to which Harry blushed and Ginny ignored her completely. The rest of dinner passed in similar fashion but afterwards we all had an enjoyable time playing with little Victorie—she was the cutest thing and discussing topics other than love and marriage. When everything was all said and done, we said our goodbyes and I apparated my parents back home and then went back to my flat.

I found Draco already there, sitting on the sofa, playing with Crookshanks.

"Hi, baby. Been waiting long?" I asked before planting a kiss on his lips.

"Not really. Had a good time tonight?"

"It was okay. Mrs Weasley still think Ron and I are getting back together though. We both told her no but she's not giving up hope." I told him.

"Poor woman. Imagine how shocked she'll be when she finds out about us." He said with a smirk.

"Well she will just have to deal with it. Not my fault she won't believe me when I tell her it's over for good between Ron and me."

"You had a nice time with your family?" I asked.

"Meh. It was fine, a bit boring though." He said and shrugged.

" Let's forget about all that for now. I'm ready to unwrap my present now. You said tonight, remember." He reminded me.

"I did." I answered.

" So what are we waiting for then?" He whined and pulled me into the bedroom.

As promised I changed into the lingerie and modeled it for him—I felt a fool but he certainly enjoyed it. After a while he pushed me onto the bed—took off the lingerie and had his way with me all night long. Merry Christmas to me!


December 31st, 1999.

It was new years eve and I was sitting at home waiting for Draco to come. I had left Harry's new years eve party early, citing a headache. It was our last night together before we told everyone about us tomorrow and I wanted to enjoy it in peace before things went crazy—they inevitably would. From tomorrow there would be no more hiding—for better or for worse we would be out in the open as a couple.

The instant Draco arrived I could tell something was very wrong. He looked miserable and lost—exactly like those first days back at Hogwarts last year.

"Draco, what's wrong? " I asked tentatively.

He said nothing. Only sank down onto the sofa and buried his face in his hands. I sat down next to him and rubbed his back comfortingly.

"Tell me what's wrong Honey." I repeated

He finally looked up at me took a shuddering breath before answering.

"Tonight my parents told me that they want me to get engaged to Astoria Greengrass—a Slytherin who graduated Hogwarts this year. Her sister Daphne was in our year." He told me miserably.

I was in complete shock but tried I tried not to show it in front of Draco.

"I see. What did you say?" I asked with forced calm.

"No of course but they were not having any if it." He answered.

"Why? It's not their decision. You can marry whoever you want to." I tried to reassure him.

"Not really. It's part of the pure-blood tradition—arranged marriages."

"Oh." Was all I said.

Things were definitely looking good and with a rising sense of panic I asked him to tell me everything that happened with his parents.

He took a deep breath an then launched into his story.

Flashback from Draco's POV.

"What's going on mother? Why have the you and father called me here?" I asked my parents.

"We need to speak to you about something important." Answered my mother in a nervous manner.

"Well, what is it?" I asked impatiently. Hermione was waiting for me and I didn't need to waste time here.

"We have decided that's it's time for you to start thinking about your future your part in restoring the Malfoy name." My mother replied cryptically.

"Meaning?" I asked. I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Meaning that you will be getting engaged to Astoria Greengrass— recent Hogwarts graduate and youngest daughter of the Greengrass family—one of the oldest pureblood lines." Said my father with authority.

I was flabbergasted. Where the hell did all this come from?

"You can't be serious." I said, still in shock.

"I most definitely am." Replied my father.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked stupidly.

"Because it is time. You have graduated Hogwarts, you are in the midst of having a respectable career—one that has already done wonders for the Malfoy family name. You are poised to take over the Malfoy family business when I'm gone and there is only one thing missing in your life at the moment—a wife and family of you own." He pronounced.

No fucking way was all I could think after hearing his words.

"No." I just had to say it.

"What do you mean by no boy?" My father growled.

"I mean that I'm not doing it." I said calmly.

"Talk some sense into this boy Narcissa." My father told my mother.

"Draco, dear. Listen to your father. We are doing this with your best interest in mind." She reasoned.

"How is getting me engaged at nineteen to some girl even younger than I am— who I don't even know or want to marry—having my best interest in mind? I argued.

"You don't have to get married right away, just engaged and you'll get to know her with time. She's a lovely girl and I'm sure you will like her." My mother said.

"Look, I don't really care what you have to say or what your reasons are but I'm not doing it." I stated forcefully.

"But why dear?" Asked my mother in a confused tone.

Before I could answer my father stared speaking.

"Do you really have to ask my dear? it's because of that girl he's been seeing in secret. Isn't that right son? He sneered.

I almost died right them and here. How did he know? Did he know it was Hermione?

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said coldly.

"Oh I think you do." He replied just as cold.

"Do you think we wouldn't notice all the nights you don't come home or the way you're always spending a boatload of money but you never have anything new to show for it? You're obviously buying things for this girl. Then when you do come home in the mornings,you always have the same scent on you—this girl's perfume or shampoo. It's clear that you're not just 'sleeping around' but have been with the same girl for months now. You've changed so much too—you're much calmer and happier than before. She's really worked her 'magic' on you hasn't she?" Continued father.

"Okay. So you're right—I am in a relationship and you knew about it—why then have you thrown this whole marriage thing at me without even asking me if I love or want to marry the girl that I am with? Do my opinions or feelings mean nothing to you? Does it mean nothing to you that you're asking me to break this girl's heart? I shouted.

"You listen here boy. We're men—Malfoy men and we don't have time for feelings and love when there are much more important things at stake—like our family's reputation. You need to marry Astoria. We are lucky that her family accepted our proposal—yes our name is improving day by day—mostly thanks to the efforts of you and your mother but it is still not where it once was so we are indeed fortunate that the Greengrass family saw it fit to accept us as part of theirs. Especially since they were not affiliated with the Dark Lord or the recent war in anyway—they have a sizable fortune too so we will all be even wealthier with the joining of each family's fortune.. This union will do us a world of good son—especially in the old pure-blood circles. Then we will start on the rest of the wizarding world. You do this and you won't regret it. You will see how right I am when people are falling over their feet to serve you— when they will tremble in fear at your name. All of that is only possible if we restore our good name though and it will only happen if you marry miss Greengrass so forget about this little fling of yours and move on to better things." He finished .

There really was no getting through to this man. I turned to my mother instead.

"Do you really want this for me mother? Does my happiness mean nothing to you when compared to our family's reputation? I'm never going to be happy with that Greengrass girl—I'll never love her either so you are sacrificing your son's happiness for your name." I told her.

"That's not true, son. I know you're saying all this because you fancy yourself in love with this girl of yours and you don't want to give her up but let me tell you that you're too young and inexperienced to know what real love is. Don't mess up you're future for something that won't even last." She pleaded.

"That's not true." I said stubbornly.

"Tell me ,son. If you love this mystery girl so much why have you not asked her to marry you as yet? Or at the very least bring her home to met us?" Asked my father knowingly.

"We're too young for that and you don't need to meet her that's why." I answered stiffly.

How the hell could I tell him the real reason why? That I was fucking in love with Harry Potter's muggle born best friend.

"Or maybe the real reason is that she's not worthy of being a part of the Malfoy family and you know that we won't accept her. You spend a lot on her—is she some kind of gold digger?" He said cruelly.

"Wrong on both counts. She's wonderful and worthy and far from being a gold digger too." I answered heatedly.

"Hmm. You know what I think? I think that she is not a pure-blood and you know that's a deal breaker if ever there was one." Father announced triumphantly.

"So is she a pure blood or not?" He pressed on.

"No she's not." I said through gritted teeth.

"Well then. It's settled—you definitely will not be marrying her no matter what. No half-blood or worse mudblood is going to taint our bloodline." He said condescendingly.

"You are still on about all of that blood supremacy nonsense? Has the war taught you nothing?" I spat .

"Of course it has. I don't have much ill feelings towards those of lesser blood these days but that doesn't mean I'm ready to compromise my family's pure blood status just so you can marry one of them. Our family ave been of pure blood from the very beginning of our line and it shall remain so." He said with finality.

I only shook my head at his ridiculousness.

"You're father is right Draco. We have already told the Greengrass family that the engagement is definite—we had no idea you would put up this much resistance but you have to accept our decision. We will announce the engagement at our new years party tomorrow night. You will be there and act accordingly. You will also officially met miss Greengrass earlier in the day and you had better treat her well. She's not at fault for anything so don't go being rude to her now." My mother added.

"What if I refuse?" I asked bluntly.

"Why, you would be disinherited and estranged form us— obviously. We will not stand for any kind of embarrassment from you." My father stated coolly.

"Lucius..." My mother said lamely.

Obviously she hadn't been expecting things to go like this.

"It's fine mother. Really. I don't even care anymore. I'm out of here." I said angrily.

The nerve of that man. After everything he had put me through he thought nothing of pulling a stunt like this and expecting me to comply or be disinherited. Well to hell with him.

"Draco! Wait!" My mother called out.

"What is it mother?' I asked warily.

"Please. Please say you will marry Astoria. I can't lose you Draco—not now. We've been through so much to get to this point. We're free and finally about to be happy again. Don't give it all up. Don't leave me." She begged with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry mother but I can't do this. I don't want to hurt you but I won't do it." I told her sadly.

"How dare you be so selfish? After your mother risked her life by lying to the dark lord just so that she could find out if you were alive—this is how you repay her?" Said my father in outrage.

"Well she wouldn't have had to if you hadn't put us in that position in the first place." I said nastily. He deserved it.

"Don't say that dear. Both of you need to stop fighting and apologize to one another." My other groaned.

My father sniffed in reply and I said nothing. No way would I apologize to him.

Seeing that neither of us would budge, she tried reasoning with me again.

"Why are you being so stubborn Draco? Can't you see this is tearing our family apart? If that girl really loves you she will understand. Go to her and explain the situation—she will tell you to do the right thing—marrying Astoria that is. I know it's hard but you will get over her with time. This is all for the me." My mother implored.

"I'll see you later." Was all that said before walking out.

End Flashback.

Draco finished recounting his discussion with his parents and I was at a loss for words. What could I possibly say to make thing better.

"Well, what do you think about all this?" He asked helplessly.

"I don't know Draco. This is a complicated situation. On one hand there is me and the other your family." I said uselessly.

He sighed at my answer.

"I'm sorry Draco but I don't know what to say to make this easier." I said quietly.

"It's okay. I have already made my decision—I'm not marrying Astoria. I'm not leaving you." He said reassuringly.

When I didn't reply he liked at me questioningly.

"Are you sure that's what you want? Will you give up your family for me?" I asked.

"I don't want to lose them but I have no choice." He said softly.

I closed my eyes and thought about the whole situation. I didn't want to lose Draco but I didn't want him to lose his family for me either. I made a decision in that moment. He couldn't have both of us so I chose for him.

"I think you should marry Astoria." I said in the barest of whispers.

"What?" He asked in a shocked voice.

"This isn't easy for me to for me to do but it's the right thing. Don't give up your family—your legacy for me. I can't ask you to do that."

"What are you talking about? You're not asking me to do anything. This is my decision—I chose to be with you."He said.

"You say that now but what about later? Months or years from now, when you will be missing your parents and wishing that you never chose me over them. The two of us have only been together for a year—you've had your parents all your life. I won't let you do this Draco." I told him.

"You don't know what you're saying. You're upset and confused but this is not the way to deal with it." He reasoned.

"I'm sorry but my mind is made up. Forget me and go be with your family. Don't break your mother's heart." I said harshly.

"Is that really what you want?" He asked in a broken voice.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"I don't believe you. Why are you doing this?" He asked in frustration.

"I'm doing this because it's the right thing. All this time the two of us have been in our own little bubble—enjoying ourselves without interference but it can't go on like that. Yes we were going public tomorrow but what would that would have accomplished? We would still be in the same position—your parent not accepting me. I don't know what we were thinking. There was never anyway that I would be accepted into your family. A mudblood like me has no place there. Your father said it himself—he won't have my kind tainting his line. No—we would never lasted outside of our own little world. Too much adversity would surround us—your family, my friends and the society would never accept us—we would crumble under the strain of it all. Best to let things end now and move on with our lives." I said through my tears.

"No. They will all have to accept us and who cares if they don't? We'll still have each other and that's enough." He said trying to convince me.

"Maybe for a time but after a while we would both want more—we would want the people who we love and have been with our whole lives back and then the resentment would start to set in. We would end up hating each other." I countered.

"You can't know that. Maybe we would be insanely happy." He huffed.

"No we wouldn't. Look—if we're meant to be we'll find our way back somehow but this is how things have to be for now. Just accept it please. I don't want to hurt you but I won't let you sacrifice the life you' worked so hard for. You are a pureblood—you have a different lifestyle and I don't fit in with your kind. I'll never be accepted there and you will never be accepted in my world. We have to face that. It's over." I said miserably.

"So that's it then? We're over? Just like that?" He asked, sounding so sad that it killed me.

I nodded mutely.

"It it's what you truly want then I won't stand in your way. I'll go home to my parents. I'll marry Astoria." He told me in a defeated manner.

"Thank you. I know everything will work out in the end. You'll see." I said trying to sound encouraging but failing. Instead I sounded wretched.

"Well, I should be going now. Goodbye, Hermione." He whispered.

"Goodbye, Draco." I whispered while trying to keep my tears at bay. The were coming thick and fast now.

He took a few steps toward my front door and then turned back around. He looked at me for a minute—with tears in his eyes— before launching his body at mine and kissed me like he never had before. It was raw and passionate—filled with anguish and loss. It was our final parting kiss.

He broke the kiss and hugged my body tightly to his. I returned the pressure—needing to feel him against me one last time.

"I love you so much Hermione Granger—now and forever." He sobbed into my hair.

"I love you too my darling. Always." I sobbed.

We held each other for a few more seconds before letting go.

"Thank you for saving my life. I wouldn't be here without you." He said quietly and touched my face.

Then he was walking away again and this time he didn't turn around. With the closing of the door he walked out of my life for good.

I couldn't believe what just happened. I just lost my whole world and it was all my fault. I let him go. For what? Just so we could have it easy instead of fighting for our love? I didn't know what to think. It seemed like the right decision but why did it hurt so much then?

I sat in a corner, sobbing for what seemed like ages but were actually only a few minutes. I talked myself into believing that I really made the best decision for the both of us. I couldn't lose my friends and I couldn't let him lose his family—both were bound to happen if we stayed together.

I got up and went to bed—ringing in the new year in tears. What should have been a time of celebration for the new year became a time of incomparable misery—because no matter what I said to convince myself that I did the right thing—deep down I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

I closed my eyes, curled up, and died inside.

A/N: Well look at that! They broke up—bet you guys weren't expecting that huh? Don't hate me but I had to do it, I've had it planned from the beginning. I know the reasons for their breakup may seem flimsy and I know they gave in too easily but their break up is an integral prat to the story and I couldn't think of another way to do it. They've both had it too easy in their relationship, let them suffer now. Lol. It will help them be stronger than ever when they get back together. I promise!

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