I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
-Sweet Nothing, Calvin Harris ft. Florence Welch
A Rebel With A Tainted Heart: Chapter 7
Ginny and Blaise burst through the Head Common Room portrait ignoring the irritated shouts of the four founders. They saw Hermione and Draco sat opposite each other on opposite sofas.
"Holy God, what is the Ministry thinking?!" Ginny's voice reverberated around the room causing the two's heads to snap up and look at them.
"I know! I'm stuck with you for the rest of my life!" Blaise smirked playfully, winking at the redhead to let her know he was joking. It still earned him a harsh punch around the ribs.
"Shut up dick. Who did you two get chosen with?" She asked the pair who were being unusually quiet.
"Each other," Draco spoke first, causing Blaise and Ginny's mouths to drop wide open.
"No freaking way!" Blaise's eyes were wide, his mouth was ajar and he looked like he'd been smacked in the face with a saucepan. Ginny snorted at him in an un-ladylike manner.
"That's not the most attractive look for you Blaise."
"Every look is attractive on me and you can't deny it."
"God, will you two shut up?" Hermione snapped, fed up with their flirting. She heard an "Oh thank God for her," from Draco. Clearly he thought the same as her, shagging didn't help Blaise and Ginny sort out their feelings.
"Sorry Hermione, Malfoy," Ginny said quickly, nudging the Italian.
"Er yeah, sorry Granger, Draco," Blaise coughed, clearing his throat.
"So, you two got each other as well. This seems awfully planned," He commented, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"Doesn't it just? Probably Rufus Scrimgeour," Draco said bitterly.
"He seems like a right bastard," Hermione rolled her eyes at the thought of the vampire Minister. How he got re-elected, she just didn't know. They all stared at her suddenly, making her feel self-conscious.
"What?" She asked uneasily.
"You, the Gryffindor Golden Girl, just swore," Draco's eyes pierced right through her.
"Um yes, you've heard me swear before," She shrugged.
"Well yes, but you were drunk. Whatever, it's weird," He smirked and she flipped her middle finger at him.
"Dear God, will you two shut up?" Ginny rolled her eyes, mirroring Hermione's sentence earlier. Blaise looked smug standing beside her.
"Whatever Ginevra," Hermione smirked a Slytherin worthy smirk and Malfoy looked impressed.
"Ginevra? Ginevra? Oh my God, that is too good, now I have something to use against you!" Blaise clapped his hands together excitedly whilst Ginny scowled at her innocent looking best friend.
"Will you just let me in you absolute wankers! Please? Draco, Blaise are you in there? Please?" A voice called out from behind the portrait, startling them all.
"That's Pansy, and she's been crying, I'll go see her," Draco spoke softly, getting up off the sofa and swinging the portrait door open.
"Pans, what's wrong? What the fuck happened?" He demanded suddenly sounding angry, surprising them all. Blaise walked over quickly to see what was happening whilst Hermione and Ginny stood side by side, a bit shocked and confused.
"What the hell happened? Who was it? Tell me Pansy!" Blaise growled and now the two Gryffindor's were surprised. They stepped behind the two Slytherins to see what was going on. At the portrait door stood Pansy Parkinson and for once, she looked a mess.
After the party a few weeks ago, Ginny and Hermione realised that Pansy was nothing like how she'd been rumoured and described by others. She was not the 'Slytherin slut' but nor was she a Saint. She didn't have a pug face and was in fact quite beautiful. Her ebony coloured hair was now just longer than shoulder length and her dark, almost purple coloured eyes were red rimmed, with smudged mascara around them and streaks of tears leaving trails down her face. She was trembling slightly but that was not what shocked the other two girls the most.
No, what surprised them the most was her clothes. She was wearing her usual school shirt, Slytherin tie, skirt, cardigan and socks. But her skirt sat high on her thighs, at an odd angle like it had been forcefully hiked up. Her cardigan was hanging off her, the edge of it torn and her shirt was untucked, three of the bottom buttons undone and she looked ruffled.
-Oh my god, someone's tried to rape her!
"Who was it?" Ginny asked the obvious question from behind Blaise.
"It was that Ravenclaw prefect uh, Terry...Terry Boot. He said that he didn't want to shag Millicent Bulstrode for his marriage so he'd rather shag the Slytherin slut before it. I told him I'm not like that, I didn't want to and I went down to the dungeons, but he followed me around the corridors and shoved me into an alcove and he tried to, you know," She sniffled and cried harder. Ginny instantly felt sorry for asking.
"Did he?" Blaise asked through gritted teeth.
"N-nno, I didn't let him, I got my senses back and kicked him off me and I ran here, when I guessed that's where you'd be," Pansy sniffled and flung her arms around Draco, which was difficult because she was as small as Hermione, around 5 foot 8, and he was 6 foot 3. He wrapped his arms around her, deciding she deserved one of his famous hugs just this once. Once they separated, he fixed her shirt and cardigan and pulled her skirt back down to as it had been before.
"Terry Boot, he doesn't seem like that type of person, wow, I guess we were wrong," Hermione stood shocked, a hand over her mouth.
"Yeah I guess we were, we underestimated the prick. Come on Draco," Blaise snarled, striding out of the portrait hole and down the corridor.
"The war changed everyone, sometimes not in a good way, I mean, think about Weasley. No offence Weaslette. Relax Pansy, stay with Granger and the Weas- Ginny, and I'll be back. I need to go pull Blaise off Boot, he's probably shattered his face. Sh, we'll go tell McGonagall and Dumbledore and I might accidentally break Boot's nose ok, stay here, I mean it," Draco half-smiled reassuringly at Pansy, gave her a brief kiss on her head and exited the Common Room the same way after Blaise. Pansy shakily sat down on one of the sofas and Ginny and Hermione sat down either side of her, worried. Hermione rubbed a gentle hand in circles on Pansy's back and she smiled weakly at her, no malice in her eyes whatsoever.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Ginny asked the dark haired girl who promptly shook her head.
"Not really, could we just talk about anything?" Pansy asked them slowly.
"Sure," Hermione nodded.
"I'm sorry, to both of you, I'm so sorry for how I behaved in the previous years, towards you and about you. Much like Blaise and Draco I had no choice, that was how we were raised, what we were taught and I wish that I could have a second chance. I really mucked it up you know? We all did. We took the mark because we were forced to, we did his bidding because we were forced to, we got punished for others and our parents because they found it funnier to torture the youngsters. I really am sorry and I hope you can forgive me, so we can have a peaceful year. I'd really like us to be friends, I hear you're getting married to Blaise... Ginny and you're marrying Draco... Hermione," Her apology surprised the two girls and they smiled at her.
"I forgive you...Pansy and I would like us to get on and be friends, after all, we all deserve a second chance," Ginny hugged the still shaking girl.
"Apology accepted... Pansy, I forgive you and I'd like us to be friends as well and I'm sorry about all the Death Eater stuff, we never knew," Hermione hugged her as well.
"It was a lot worse for the boys, they're my best friends, always have been. I want you both to know, we love each other but it is purely platonic, it's not romantic and I wouldn't dream of taking them away from you, romantically or not. Especially to you Hermione, Draco's my best friend, we slept together once when we were 15 and see when you do Hermione, you'll love it, he was a Sex God even then for being inexperienced ha. We were each other's first, but we never loved each other in a relationship way. And I definitely didn't fawn over him, as apparently it was rumoured. We had a good laugh over that rumour and he told me if I ever did something like that, he'd tell me where to go. You two however, you're most definitely meant to be, and I know you may still not like each other but you will work out. It's obvious, yeah, anyway they've looked out for me. A lot like Potter and Weasley have for you two. They made all the Death Eater stuff a lot easier. When we got Crucio'd, they told the Death Eaters to hit them instead of me, they took all the tortures for me and they beat the absolute shit out of Thorfinn Rowle when he tried to rape me as punishment multiple times. So I know you might not think it but they're good guys and they will look after you, they really have changed," She finished, drawing in a huge breath and letting out a light giggle.
"I didn't mean to spout crap, sorry," Pansy murmured, drawing her legs in close to her on the sofa.
"Wow," Ginny breathed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know any of that and I have no doubt that Blaise will be a good boyfriend and husband."
"I understand Pansy and don't worry, I have no problems with you and.. Draco and Blaise being best friends. You are welcome here always and you can always talk to me and Ginny. And I hope that me and Malfoy will get on and I know its ambitious, but I don't want to be in a loveless marriage," Hermione said embarrassed, eyes cast downwards.
"Oh please, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, you two are made for each other! And you two can come to me at any time to ask me anything. I'm so relieved that you're such forgiving nice people, I was worried you'd hate me and want me dead," Pansy sniffled a little and Ginny rubbed her back gently, much like Hermione had.
"We didn't know you, and we were all young and impressionable, the past is my past. I'm sorry you've been put with my brother for this marriage law, the war's changed him and we're a bit worried. He's a bit more aggressive and he loses his temper quickly, just be wary. If he tries anything, tell us and we'll murder him," Ginny smiled sweetly and they all laughed at her.
"Shit, Blaise has probably shattered Terry Boot into little pieces and Draco's trying to restrain him," Pansy sniffled, rolling her eyes.
"They care about you, I think that's adorable," Hermione grinned.
"Yeah but Boot won't know what's hit him. Those two were trained as killers, but they never did do what they were told, they never killed anyone. They can defend themselves without wands, like Muggle fighting? And they're incredibly strong, Draco's stronger than Blaise, as I've heard you found out on the train although Blaise dislikes that fact," Pansy smirked.
-What's with all the smirking? It must be a Slytherin thing! Hermione thought to herself.
"Yeah, he complained for ages about that! The only thing that got his mind off it was eh- never mind," Ginny coughed trying to draw their attention away from what she was about to say.
"What? Was it the sex? Ha!" Hermione laughed at the outrage and also slight embarrassment on her best friends face.
"You fucked the 'Italian Stallion'? Oh my God, when?" Pansy demanded excitedly.
-Well, at least we got her mind off Terry!
"Em, the night of your party in the dungeons actually. But we were nearly sober when it happened, we knew exactly what we were doing," The redhead grinned, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"No freaking way in hell! You go Ginny!" Pansy giggled along with Hermione.
"So, what about you and Draco, Hermione?" The dark haired girl waggled her eyebrows at the brunette, whose cheeks tinged slightly pink.
"Nothing, we're actually friends. We called a truce on the first day of school and we decided to put the past behind us. He's actually a good friend but we still have our arguments. They're not arguments they're more, I don't know?"
"Flirting," Ginny cut in firmly.
"Eh ok, I guess. Whatever you want to call it Gin, and after the party we ended up in his bed in just our underwear. But the only thing that happened was I basically straddled him and snogged him. Hey, he didn't object though," Hermione shrugged.
"So you like him?" Pansy asked.
"He's just my friend."
-For now, Malfoy's just friend. A friend. Only a friend. A really attractive friend. Dammit.
"You think he's hot though? Come on, he so is, it's blatantly obvious and I don't even like him in that way," Ginny scoffed and Pansy nodded in agreement.
"Yes, okay, I'll admit, he is attractive. Okay, he's freaking gorgeous, whatever. But he could never like me in that way, I'm a Mudblood," She sighed, ignoring the Slytherin girl's wince at the word.
"You're definitely not Hermione, you're intelligent, funny and beautiful, you've changed a lot from the bookworm you once were. Even the Slytherin guys looked jealous that Draco got chosen with you for the Marriage Law," Pansy smiled as Hermione's blush deepened.
-She obviously isn't used to being complimented, Pansy noted.
"You fancy Draco!" Ginny giggled, clapping her hands together, much like Blaise had earlier. Weird, they had a lot in common.
"I don't," Hermione protested.
"Ohmigod!" Pansy burst out.
"What?" Ginny asked her excitedly.
"Remember in our sixth year, your fifth year Ginny? Well in Potions, we made Amortentia and you, Hermione, said you smelt Spearmint toothpaste, new parchment and freshly mown grass!"
"What a strange combination Hermione," Ginny raised an eyebrow, "Your point being Pans?"
"Well, Draco's toothpaste is Spearmint, his study in the Manor smells like new parchment and the grounds of the Manor smell like freshly mown grass! Oh it's like you're soul mates!" Pansy squealed dreamily.
" .GOD. She's right!" Ginny squealed, just as loudly.
"It's just coincidence guys," The brunette muttered.
"Coincidence my ass!" Pansy snorted.
"You fancy Draco, think about it!" She added, in a sing song voice.
And so Hermione did. She thought about how nice he'd been this year, how he'd caught her each time she'd embarrassed herself and fell, how he'd get things from shelves she couldn't reach, how he'd defended her against Ron, the Weasel.
And that's when it hit her.
Shit, she fucking fancied the bloke.
~O-O~
Professor Dumbledore and his wife, Professor McGonagall sat together in his office, talking about the new Marriage Law.
"Albus, surely there must be something you can do, the kids can't go through this!" Minerva murmured.
"Minnie, you know I can't, if I do say anything, Rufus Scrimgeour will put me in Azkaban. He isn't the best Minister Of Magic, a bit like Pius Thicknesse, but at the minute there really is nothing I can do," Dumbledore sighed heavily. He and McGonagall snapped their head up as they heard the scuffling of feet heading up the stairs.
"Get through the door or I will make you," A deep voice growled as the wooden door burst open, revealing an irritated Draco Malfoy, a raging Blaise Zabini and a scared looking Terry Boot.
"Mr Malfoy, Mr Zabini, Mr Boot, what seems to be the problem gentlemen?" McGonagall raised her eyebrows.
"Tell them," Blaise hissed at Terry, who shook his head.
"He tried to rape Miss Parkinson Professors," Draco answered coolly, glaring at Blaise to remind him to keep his temper in check.
"Is this true Mr Boot?" Professor McGonagall demanded, all business like. The young man nodded his head slowly and Blaise narrowed his eyes at him.
"Mr Boot, I am incredibly disappointed. We will of course be speaking to Miss Parkinson as well. You realise that this will go to the Ministry, attempted rape is a very serious thing also," Professor Dumbledore glanced at him. He had never been more angry and disappointed in a student. Terry Boot had gone a sickly pale shade of white and it seemed he started to realise the consequences of his actions.
"Mr Malfoy, kindly take Mr Zabini back to your Dormitory, collect Miss Parkinson and bring her back here with you please," Dumbledore spoke softly.
"Of course Professor," Malfoy muttered, grabbing Blaise's arm.
"Come on Blaise, let it go. Come on!" He pulled the silently cursing Italian through the door.
"Well Mr Boot, what do you have to say for yourself?"
~O-O~
The three girls looked up as the two boys came slamming through the portrait door.
"Jesus Blaise, wise up. I couldn't have kicked the shit out of him right there, I'd go to Azkaban too!" Draco hissed at his best friend who was still glaring.
If looks could kill, Draco would be six feet under.
"What happened?" Ginny asked again.
"Boot's going to the Ministry, which means they'll either suspend him from Hogwarts, suspend his magic, put him on house arrest or send him to Azkaban," Draco sighed, kneeling down in front of Pansy to heal her bruises.
"Azkaban is too kind!" Blaise spat. Ginny and Hermione looked shocked at his outburst; they'd never heard him that angry.
"Blaise calmati, Io non voglio avere a frenare voi!"
-Blaise, calm down, I don't want to have to restrain you!
"Zitto, mi will non calmati! Mi ricorda Negozi e una cosa che odio! L'ho visto fare cose indicibili e ora i ricordi sono riproduzione nella mia testa!
-Shut up, no I will not calm down! He reminds me of Negozi and I hate that! I've seen him do unspeakable things and now the memories are replaying in my head!
"Lucius era altrettanto male, se non peggio! Pensi che io non ho ricordi troppo?"
-Lucius was just as bad, if not worse! You think I don't have memories too!
"Cazzone!"
-Prick!
"Fermatevi qui con l'Blaise ragazze. Pansy ha bisogno di andare a vedere il Preside."
-Stay here with the girls Blaise. Pansy needs to go and see the Headmaster.
"Pans, I need to take you to Dumbledore. Calmati Blaise. Do not let him smash anything, Weaslette, Granger," Draco's eyes flashed in warning at the angry Italian. Once the portrait door shut, Blaise began scowling muttering in Italian something that Hermione and Ginny could only guess were imaginative ways to kill his best friend.
"Blaise sit down, we're not going to kill you," Ginny crossed her arms at him and he quickly sat down right beside her.
"Fine," He huffed, also crossing his arms. Hermione grinned a little at how similar the two were. Ginny could definitely handle Blaise and the 'Italian Stallion' could definitely handle her.
~O-O~
The next couple of weeks passed relatively quickly and quietly. No one really mentioned the incident between Terry Boot and Pansy Parkinson. Afterwards, he had been suspended from magic and placed on house arrest. Millicent Bulstrode also left Hogwarts, although no one knew where it was she left to go.
Hermione and Draco had agreed to work slowly through a relationship and already, they were like best friends. She counted Draco Malfoy as one of her best friends.
-Now there's something I never expected to say!
Hermione's birthday came and went, with Draco teasing her that she was practically a cougar. That earned him a good dig in the ribs. But he bought her quite a few books and a gorgeous pair of shoes that she forgot about him being such a prat and hugged him for five minutes straight. He was surprised but hugged her back and Merlin, did it feel good.
They did basically everything together, they really were best friends since their other friends were never around. Blaise and Ginny were always in their dorm having sex- how the redhead was not pregnant by some mishap was unbeknown to her best friend - Harry was quiet and kept his distance from them all and Ronald was, well, Ronald. He still refused to accept it all, although he was a little warmer towards Pansy after he knew what had happened with Terry. Like Draco and Hermione, they agreed to work up to a relationship first. Surprisingly, it was going well and Ron found himself actually liking the Slytherin girl. He began to hate seeing her even the slightest bit upset.
Harry and Daphne just seemed to click. She was actually quite a shy girl contrary to rumours from other houses. She wasn't loud and obnoxious and she treated Harry like a normal person. For that, he was glad, he hated being gawked at all the time and idolised. After all, he was a normal person. One that just happened to save the world.
After a few trips to Hogsmeade and stolen kisses, Harry asked the beautiful blond to be his girlfriend properly. She gladly accepted and gave him a night he couldn't forget. Apparently, sex gods and goddesses just orginated from Slytherin. Or maybe, the eighth years just got lucky with their partners.
A strange pairing that everyone was unsure how it would play out was Theodore Nott and Luna Lovegood. However, the pair, like Harry and Daphne, instantly connected. A week or two before Potter, Theo asked the mystic blond out. He couldn't help it, he had to ask her out before Potter asked out Greengrass. The Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry was still very much alive, just not as violent as it had been in previous years.
The teachers were surprised to see how well the students actually got on with each other. It made a change from them wanting to rip each others throats out.
"Quidditch will be starting soon, I think they're announcing it today!" Harry grinned excitedly beside them at the Gryffindor table. Recently, they had all taken to sitting near each other. So now, it was Daphne, Harry, Pansy on one side while Hermione, Draco, Blaise and Ginny were on the other. Ron sat further down the table, refusing to look at them.
"I know, I can't wait. You're obviously going to be Gryffindor Captain," Draco commented. Since they had all called truces, he and Potter were almost friends. Almost. Draco wasn't suddenly going to be bff with The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die. And Hermione could go to hell if she thought that.
"You'll probably be Slytherin Captain Malfoy," Harry replied. Once he got to know Malfoy, he realised that; the bloke was still a prat, but he was hilarious and he made Hermione happy.
"I doubt they'd make me Captain but they can fuck off if they make that troll Urquhart Captain," Malfoy snorted derisively. Urquhart had been kept back a year and was still stuck in seventh year - not even eighth year with the rest of them.
Ginny, Hermione and Pansy were surprised at Harry - this was the most conversation anyone apart from Daphne had gotten out of him all year.
"What miracle did you perform Daph?" Pansy whispered to the blond.
"We shag," Daphne smirked and the other three girls giggled, earning looks of confusion from the boys.
"I listened to him as well, he had a lot of bad memories he needed to share but also a lot of neat stories about people in this school!" The blond Slytherin girl replied giggling again.
"You know, Harry gossips like an old woman with nothing better to do!" Ginny scoffed.
"Its true," Hermione nodded, trying to keep a straight face.
"Attention everyone!" Dumbledore called out across the Hall, as many heads turned towards where he stood.
"As you know, today will be the Quidditch trials and we will announce the Captains now.
Hufflepuff Captain - Zacharias Smith!"
The only cheers came from the Hufflepuff table. Harry, Draco and Blaise choked on their drinks, trying to contain their laughter. Zacharias Smith was a complete wanker and could not play Quidditch very well.
"Ravenclaw Captain - Marcus Belby!"
Cheers from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were not impressed with the choices for those captains.
"Gryffindor Captain - Harry Potter!"
All the four house tables burst into cheers and applause for Harry who turned a funny pink colour as he stood up and promptly sat back down again.
"Well done Potter!" Draco smirked at the colour of Scarhead's face. It was like Umbridge's old office. Crazy old bat.
"Um thanks guys," He stuttered as they all congratulated him.
"Slytherin Captain - Draco Malfoy!"
Once more the four house tables cheered wildly and the Slytherins banged their hands on their table. They knew they at least had a good chance to win the Cup.
Draco was the most surprised out of all of them, speechless as he stood up and then sat down. But he didn't miss the little twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes.
-That crafty old wizard!
"Well done mate!" Blaise grinned and Draco returned it as they all too congratulated him. A select few Gryffindors, Ron Weasley included, scowled at him.
"They're obviously not picking on skill this year," He announced loudly to those around him.
"What are you going to do then Weasel? Because you haven't got any," Malfoy called back down the table and the Slytherins applauded from behind him. Even Harry looked amused at his comeback.
"I believe the trials will begin now if you all could make your way down to the Quidditch pitches and please stand in groups with the captains of your respective team," Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands, dismissing them all. There was a loud hustle and bustle as they made their way out of the Great Hall and down to the pitches.
The girls went and sat down in the stands along with the rest of the school and the professors. Pansy and Daphne received a few dirty looks for sitting in the Gryffindor stands but after a few icy glares back to them from the two Slytherins, everyone accepted it.
They watched the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's select their teams and then Harry.
"Right here goes;
Ron Weasley - Keeper
Bell - Chaser
Robins - Chaser
Thomas - Chaser
Peakes - Beater
Cootes - Beater
Myself - Captain and Seeker. That's final," Harry yelled with authority.
Then Draco had to select his team, after watching the trials. There really were some god awful players that had tried out.
"Right Slytherins come here;
Theodore Nott - Keeper
Blaise Zabini - Chaser
Warrington - Chaser
Vaisey - Chaser
Bole - Beater
Derrick - Beater
Myself - Captain and Seeker. Urquhart, you were good but not great so don't think about arguing with me," Draco yelled, smirking a little at the angry look on Urquharts troll face. It felt good to be a Quidditch Captain.
~O-O~
It was nearing the end of October and Draco and Hermione were closer than ever. Their friends were happy, they were happy. There were still a few angry students though.
Slytherins were angry that Draco had taken up with a Mudblood so quickly. He told them that it was the law and in all honesty, he didn't find Hermione that bad once he got to know her.
But why did people find it so difficult to believe that he had changed and didn't care about blood purity anymore? They had accepted Blaise and Ginny easily enough. Although it was true that Draco and Hermione had a rocky history.
He didn't have some secret crush on her since Fourth year at the Yule Ball, which would just have been ridiculous. In fact, they pretty much hated each other up until Sixth Year.
Hermione didn't understand why some of the Gryffindors, as well as Ronald, thought she had gone soft and naïve for becoming best friends with Draco Malfoy, a known Death Eater.
-Ex Death Eater who never wanted to be one in the end, Hermione corrected in her mind.
Why didn't they understand that who really cared after the War? Everyone was tired, tired of the rivalry, tired of the blood purity issues, tired of fighting. It was a fresh start, no more arguments, no more wars. Just a relaxed and happy life. And although they irritated the hell out of each other, Hermione really thought that one day, her and Malfoy could actually have that.
Sure he was still a prat and she was still a Muggleborn. And she hadn't been in love with him from the start either, but they had been placed together for another reason. They were compatible. Each had the ability to make the other the happiest. Surely that meant something?
Hermione took out her quill and signed her name at the top of the sheet labelled 'Students wishing to stay at Hogwarts during Halloween Break'. She signed it with a flourish, right under a box filled with an elegantly scripted 'Draco Malfoy'.
Author's Note:- Sorry it's been so long since I updated but I have had tonsssss of coursework, wehhhhh:( But it's all good, I found time to write this and it's extra long for you guys! The next chapter will really build up their romance. Sorry if you think it's taking a long time but I want this to be as believable as it can be, because I really hate those fanfics were all of a sudden they're in love after two chapters and two days haha, Thanks, please keep reviewing etc! x