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A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter. This is probably going to be the last installment of Betrayal and if not it is the second to the last. But do not fret my dears! There will be a sequel, though the name hasn't come to me yet. So along with the two other stories I will be writing, one entitled Opposites Attract and the other entitled Forbidden, I will be writing the sequel to Betrayal, possibly titled Exposed. Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews and for sticking with this story till the end. YOU'RE FANTASTIC!

Cree lay next to me in my bed, afraid to sleep alone in her own room. One arm lay across my abdomen while her head rested comfortably on my shoulder. Her soft breath tickled my neck pleasingly and her fingers brushed ever so gently across my stomach every five minutes or so.

And I watched her. Couldn't keep my eyes off her actually. I let my fingers tangle up in her long black hair, let my lips brush across her eyelids each time her fingers brushed my stomach.

She moaned in her sleep softly, dreaming, I supposed, about what occurred in the Malfoy dungeons. I held her closer to me, enjoying the warmth of her body and the way she seemed to mold into me, soft curves against hard angles.

A man in love is a very dangerous thing.

I used to consider it a sickness, the way my breath caught in my throat, the way my hands would sweat, the way my heart would stop and then speed up so quickly it was almost painful. The way I got dizzy just thinking of her face, her smile, her kiss. . . .

I suppose I should have known I'd fall in love with Cree . . . should have known right then and there when after we met in the hallways of Hogwarts . . . should have realized the way she made me fell the first time she actually smiled at me.

And realizing that I had fallen for her all those years ago, my third year, her first, I knew it was too late to turn back now, too late to think about her betrayal or anything because even through all that, I had still loved her.

She was my soul mate, a part of me, and you can't just forget about a part of you especially if that part of you is your heart.

Fifth year

I burst through the front doors of Hogwarts castle, sucking in a great gasp of air.

Who on earth knew one single female could be so absolutely suffocating? Every where I turned, there was Pansy. Pansy standing over my shoulder, Pansy standing next to me, Pansy trying to hold my hand, Pansy saying my name in that annoying little voice. . . . Can't a guy get a break?

I stumbled down the stone steps, feeling slightly dizzy with the fresh breath of air. I looked behind me, expecting to see Pansy come out after me, calling my name (or at least her version of it), "Drakie-Poo!"

When she didn't come out, I let my feet slow down and lead me in the direction of the lake, hoping I would see Potter and his crew there, since it seemed to be a normal spot for them.

Someone was there though, bending gracefully over and picking the flowers from around the lake. Her long black hair flowed down, almost touching the ground and the sun shown down on her, making that flowing hair glimmer and her whole being shine with an unnatural radiance. A smile and a sigh of relief came from me as I approached her, taking in every inch of the lovely scene in front of me.

Cree looked up at me as i stopped next to her, a smile coming to her own face. "Hello, Draco," she said.

I grinned at her, holding out my hand. "Walk with me?"

She looked pleasantly surprised as she took my hand, the other still holding onto the flowers she'd picked.

We didn't talk as we walked around the lake. But each time our eyes met there was something unspoken there, something that both frightened us and excited us. I let my fingers intertwine with hers, smiling down at her. She smiled back, a faint blush on her cheeks.

I suppose I should have known then.

A Year Later

And I suppose it's a good thing I know now . . . a good thing that I knew a year back when she was locked away in the Malfoy dungeons.

I twirled my fingers into her blond hair as we walked and she frowned at me as I laughed. She hated wearing the disguise she was forced to wear but there was no way she would just sit in the house all day, every day.

She smacked my hand away, her blue eyes flashing. I wrapped my arm around her waist instead, giving her a light squeeze. She rolled her eyes before reaching down in front of her to give our son his bottle.

Scorpius was his name and he was one of the most beautiful little boys I had ever seen (though that could just be the father in me talking). His dark black hair (which we took to blaming on his maternal grandfather) was curly at the tender age of six months and his dark eyes (also the fault of his maternal grandfather) sparkled as he laughed. Though his hair and eyes resembled that of his mother, he had my features. But thankfully, he had his mother's smile.

Secretly married, secretly living, our whole life might as well be a lie.

But we were happy. Incredibly happy.

We didn't speak as we walked but each time our eyes met there was something unspoken, something that excited us both. I leaned over and gave her a rather passionate (considering the public place) kiss. When I moved back she was grinning, a blush on her face.

I'm glad I know. I'm glad I figured it out.