Magenta - Lol, it was Romeo who was defending Mercutio! But yeah, paying off the camera man was something she'd totally do. You'll get to see what happens with Romeo and Juliet in the next two chapters, which are also the last two chapters *sobs* What do you think of my idea for 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' sequel?

Hermia and Benvolio fans...please don't kill me for this. I got upset too.

Wandering through the graveyard, Hermia and Benvolio passed by the Capulet tomb, and then found a little bench just out of the sun and in the shade. They both sat down together, and held hands. Hermia stroked her thumb over the contours of Benvolio knuckles, liking the feel of his soft gentle skin. His hands were softer than any other boy she'd known. They sat for about five minutes, before she felt that she should say something.

"So" said Hermia.

"I can't believe it's all over" replied Benvolio.

"They'll be looking for us later" added Hermia.

"Well, I guess we better make the most of it" Benvolio reached forwards and stroked a piece of Hermia's red hair behind her ear "Where do we go from here?"

"You and me wasn't what I intended" Hermia nodded sadly "I never meant to cheat on Lysander like this. I love him...but I love you two"

"It's up to you" shrugged Benvolio, struggling to keep the emotion out of his voice "I've been hurt before. I'll get over it"

"Don't say it like that" pleaded Hermia "Mercutio told me all about what happened and then about how you felt and how you just tried to brush it off and act normal and as non-Romeo as possible. I don't want to break your heart too!"

"Either way, it's me or Lysander who'll be crying into our pillows at night. All I want is for you to be happy. And I don't want Eugene kicking you out again like that"

"He won't kick me out. The mouse isn't there anymore. And I think Juliet will be keeping Tybalt and Rosaline in check from now on" said Hermia. She got up and smoothed down her clothes "So, where is it?"

"Oh" Benvolio stood up as well, and lead Hermia along the pathway to the white marble gravestone he knew so well. The bluebells he had planted last year had bloomed again. They stood in silence for a couple of moments.

"So, she died when you were ten. And she was only in her thirties" murmured Hermia.

"What about yours?" asked Benvolio.

"I didn't even know her" said Hermia "She only managed to hold me for five minutes before they had to treat her. I think she had an underlying heart condition that no one knew about, then she had a blood clot, and she wasn't getting enough oxygen and it was too late. That's all I've heard. I don't even know where her grave is, or if she was cremated or not. I think she was in her twenties when she died. I always feel a bit guilty, you see, so I don't like to think about her very much"

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask to be born. But I'm glad you're around"

Hermia smiled sadly, before leaning down and picking up a small forgotten crocus flower from the floor "Here. You can lay this. We forgot to get flowers on the way here, didn't we?"

"Thanks" Benvolio took it, and laid it on the headstone so it didn't interfere with the bluebells too much.

"It must have been hard on your dad, having to bring you and Beatrix up on his own"

"Yeah, it was. Except he gets all these stupid girlfriends with IQ's smaller than dust particles" Benvolio turned "Do you think it's possible that people dumber than Beatrix exist? Because I can introduce you to a couple"

Hermia snorted "Shall we go and sit back on the bench?"

"Yeah. I always feel sad standing around here" They turned and headed back to the bench where they had been sitting. They held hands again, and Hermia leant on Benvolio's shoulder. He bent his head so that it rested against hers.

"Thank you for coming with me" said Benvolio.

"No problem. I just thought we needed to talk as well"

"Yeah" he swallowed "So, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know" said Hermia "I can't just dump Lysander. He put me up after I got kicked out! But I don't want to lose you"

"We can still be friends"

"I know, but it's not the same!"

"It was nice while it lasted" Benvolio said wistfully.

"Thank you" murmured Hermia, leaning further into his shoulder and smelling his soft scent of toffee and books.

"If you and Lysander ever break up, and I'm still free, which I probably will be, and you still want me, then I'm all yours"