Kiril and Draco both received the notes at the same time, both anxiously pacing in front of the person who'd given it to them and demanding any information they might have from Hermione about her choice but neither Iliyra nor Blaise knew anything about it. Nothing had come with the sealed letter but a note asking for it to be given to the wizard.

Immediately they sent owl's to Hermione to request her answer.

Mi - I got back yesterday and met Blaise and Molly for lunch today. He gave me your letter. Can I meet with you tomorrow? You're sure you're ready to decide? No matter what you choose, like you told Blaise, you're stuck with me now. Just... please choose me. I'll drive you insane, as you will me, I know that but I'll love you anyways. You know I am disturbed enough to love you, even when its hard and we hate each other a little. I will lay the world at your feet, you will never want for anything, I'll sit beside the Weasel at holidays and even stop calling him names, well. I'll try to. I know that you are not the only choice I have, you and Daphne made me see that all was not hopeless for me but I have never met a witch I wanted like I have wanted you, like I will always want you. So please, choose me. I'll make you happy. If you don't and he hurts you, I'll kill him. - Drake

Amstra - Iliyra gave me your this morning. My heart wont stop racing and one moment I am sure you are coming back to me and the next it hurts to breathe thinking it is only to tell me goodbye. You have been my choice since the first morning we spent together. The way your eyes lit up as we debated House Elves and how hard you tried to see my arguments, combating your own beliefs to understand from their perspective instead of your own. I knew then, I would never find a witch more my match than you. Will you meet me at our home? If the news is bad I do not wish to hear it where others will see my heart break and if it is good, then seeing you walking into our home, to our future will bring me more joy than you could imagine. Either choice make, in time, I know we will be good friends and anything you ever need all you ever need is to ask. I know nothing else to say, except I love you.

Hermione read through each letter twice. Crying over them. Second guessing herself and hating that she had to make this choice at all. She wasn't ready to be married, she wasn't ready for any of this. She took two days to reply but in the end, her heart told her, the choice was made. She wasn't ready for marriage and she could love them both, be happy with either but her heart knew. So she picked up her quill and parchment and wrote a note to the one she would say goodbye to.

Can I come to the home we shared tomorrow? Ten am?

She walked into the house and sighed, she truly loved it here.

He knew when he saw her what she'd come to tell him.

"I hope he makes you happy."

"We should talk about this." She offered.

He shook his head. "I can't. Please."

"I…"

He shook his head to cut her off, "I'll be ok, just, go. I can't… I can't… not with you here." He gave her a weak smile, "Friends?"

"Always." She assured him with a nod.

He swallowed and nodded silently begging her to leave. With a last look around and a sad nod she left, letting the tears run down her cheeks. Part of her loved him and she would have been so happy.

She grieved for two days before sending the note to arrange her second meeting, it was the same as the first.

Can I come to the home we shared tomorrow? Ten am?

She arrived at the house and took a calming breath as the door opened and he motioned her in.

"You're here to end it." He spoke before she could turning his back to her. "I understand."

"No." Hermione breathed touching his shoulders.

"No?" He spun around with a frown, "You…"

"Choose you." She whispered.

He laughed and pulled her into his arms for a heated kiss. Hermione pulled away and searched his eyes, "How were things with…"

"She is not you." He told her kissing her again. "Marry me Amstra?"

"Yes." She grinned even as a tear fell down her cheek. "Yes."

Kiril kissed her. All morning he'd convinced himself she was coming to say goodbye that his sister knew nothing because the news was not good. He was sure the long days that had passed since asking her to come were spent preparing to give him bad news. The kiss quickly turned from happy to hungry and he felt her tug at his shirt. He pulled it over his head for her and then began to undress her. They weren't under any spells restricting them now and he carried her up the stairs to their room, kissing her and undressing her with silent wandless spells, one article at a time.

More impatient she used the divesto spell once he'd set her on the bed and her eyes devoured his body. Kiril laughed and got onto the bed over her to kiss her again. He'd be gentle and take his time with her. He'd make sure she knew she was loved and desired with every part of him.

It was a silent promise he kept as they lay in each others arms a while later, both panting and out of breath. "I can't believe they all said it would be horrible." She laughed. "If that's the bad part I can't wait to get to the good part."

Kiril chuckled and pulled her up his body for a long kiss. He summoned the phone from the kitchen and ordered them food but besides going to the door to get the takeout, they stayed in the bed all day.

The next morning he took her to his parents house. His mother cried as she hugged Hermione and his father gave him a knowing look, motioning his son out of the room.

"You came here before Iliyra."

"Yes Pere." Kiril nodded.

"Your mother and I would never expect it so I know you are here for this as much as to tell us." Yasen summoned a box and handed it to his son, "You could not have picked a better witch to wear your grandmothers ring."

"Thank you Pere."

Yasen hugged his son and together they went back to the room.

"Kiril!" His mother was glaring at him and she switched to Bulgarian to berate him about his fiancés bare finger.

Yasen laughed and Kiril shook his head holding up the box and moving to his fiancé. "Amstra." He smiled at her and got on his knee, "This is not the largest or nicest ring I could get for you, but it was my grandmothers." He told her opening the box, "She was married, very happily for two hundred years and I hope for the same with you."

"Kiril." Hermione gasped. "It's beautiful." She disagreed looking at the simple and pretty gold band that twisted around a classic diamond. "It's perfect." She sniffled as he put it on her finger and she looked at it in the light. She gasped as she caught an inscription on the band. Love Everlasting. "Kiril." She hugged him tightly.

She was hugged again by his mother and father before being ushered inside for lunch. After they said goodbye Kiril took her to Hogwarts. "I would tell Iliyra first but I am sure we will be there several days and you should have the chance to talk with your friends." He told her leading her in the gates.

Daphne was happy for her but Hermione knew the witch was also disappointed. All of the others were thrilled, especially since Kiril had no plans to move her permanently to another country. They stayed through supper and then went home for the night.

The Weasley's knew of course since she'd been staying with them but she promised to bring Kiril to meet them for the next Sunday dinner. In the morning though they'd go see Iliyra and Hermione would see Isle Mars, the hidden island of the elves.