A/N: Good evening. I have come with another update, but it is very short. However, I think you'll like it.

batbones: I told you I'd update on Sunday, even if it is at night. But I didn't explain the whole nurse thing in the chapter, like I thought I was going to… maybe I'll do that in a separate chapter after I finish this thing. I think a LORT fic will follow this one and POC might not happen, because I don't have any ideas for it yet…. We shall see.

krillball6: I don't really have anything to say, but keep on reading and reviewing. I love it!

Here's the next chapter…

It was the day when Jacqueline was to be released and she had not yet talked to Draco. The meeting weighed heavily upon her conscience, but she knew she had to do it. She sat on the edge of her bed facing the window, ready in her attire. She heard the door open, but didn't turn to face the entering persona. She felt melancholy and weak. She knew what awaited upon her return, but somehow, she lacked the heart to face it all. The door snapped shut softly and Jacqui heard a sigh issue from the man closing it. She slowly turned her head back and then lifted her eyes up only to see Draco. Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn't utter anything. Draco let his hand fall from the door knob and he slowly advanced to where his wife was sitting. Her eyes followed him and then closed when he put his hands on her shoulders. "I've come to take you home," he whispered in her ear and that made her shudder.

Home.

How much time had passed since she was in her own house? Since she was in her bed? Since she'd seen her kids? Shared with her friends laughter and received kisses from her husband? Much time had passed and now it all seemed a faraway dream. An illusion of something that was too good to have been true. Draco's touch reawakened everything that used to be and that scared her, because with that she not only remembered the good times, but the evil times that had passed and to be honest, she was tired of battling everything and keeping the past a secret. A tear slid down her cheek and she kept her eyes closed. Draco settled his head on top of one of his hands and they just sat there sharing the harbored emotions of the last few months. Jacqui opened her eyes some time later and her shaking hand went up to touch his cheek. Draco opened his eyes from the touch and gazed into the ones opposite his, waiting for something; a hint or a cue that would show him his next move.

"I'm sorry, Draco," Jacqueline said softly and more tears escaped her eyes.

Her hand was taken into his and Draco kissed it tenderly.

"No, it is I who is at fault, but don't concentrate upon it now," he said. He stood up, gently pulling on her hand to bring her to her feet. She obliged and walked around the bed and he pulled her into a loving hug. "I will take you home, so you can rest."

"But," she contradicted. She wanted to tell him so much, but as he silenced her, she understood this was not the time. A small smile fluttered across her lips as the old sense of safety and love surrounded her. Draco kissed he forehead and with linked arms they left the hospital.

As they entered the manner, Jacqueline perceived its peacefulness. Everything was the same. Nothing had changed. Detaching herself from her husband, Jacqueline made her own way to the center of the entrance hall, staggering only once, for her legs were still stiff from the incident. She slowly walked through the house and went into the garden. So many days she had spent inside that she was in dire need of the outdoors. She walked the flowery lanes slowly and soon tranquility and a restored sense of mind returned to her. Draco followed a few steps back and just watched over his wife as a guardian angel would. He saw the change taking within her and was beginning to relax alongside with her.

Jacqueline walked for several hours, examining each flower, each blade of grass. She seemed not to notice the passing of time, the fact Draco was behind her, the setting of the sun, or that she was hungry. She was suspended in the midst of a middle-time. Not in the present, past, or future, but rather deep in her own thoughts. She thought of Desmond and Adriennd, her childhood, all the happy memories, you know, the ones that warm you from inside out. She remained in that reverie until she felt a cloak fall upon her shoulders. She looked up with veiled eyes and smiled when she saw Draco. She took his hand into hers and led him inside where a dinner was already prepared. Everything was done in silence, yet every thing was done with much understanding on both parts. That night, both got into bed and life seemed as perfect as it could get.

A/N: I thought this was good. The long explanation will come in the next chapter and then I will jump back into the life of the two siblings. Then I'll probably do another evil thing and BAM! the climax of the story will come into play. I have all of this planned out to the very last detail… except for Desmond… but that's a different story. Now, I'm just rambling on…

I shall update soon, not to worry. Probably before Thanksgiving.

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