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56. Jump

Turning around to see what Arthur was looking at, she saw Ron coming towards her. Tears she couldn't stop started to roll down her face in shear panic that this information was going to change everything. As he moved closer, the panic built in her until she couldn't stand any longer. Falling to the ground, she struggled to gather her breathing through her tears.

She gasped as she felt herself being pulled into a warm body. Words of comfort being whispered as she was lifted up. She clawed her way further into what she finally recognized as Ron's body. Holding on to his jumper, she whispered, "I'm so sorry. For everything": over and over again.

Her heart sank as he didn't respond as he carried her somewhere but she still repeated her words hoping to buy her something with him; buy her a bit of forgiveness for basically tricking him into marrying her.

"Pansy." She heard him whisper but she kept telling him she was sorry for everything.

"Pansy." His voice firmer this time as she clung to him tighter.

"Pansy." He said firmly pulling her away from his body, the shock caused her eyes to fly open and lock on to his blue ones. "Stop it."

"But...but...but..." she stuttered in between hiccups, drowning in his blue eyes through her fuzzy eyesight.

"Stop it," he repeated. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"But...but...I binded...us...without your...knowledge," her ability to speak still impacted by the sobs and tears as she hung her head in shame.

"So what?"

"How can...you say...that?" she whispered between hiccups. "I took...your...choice away...from you."

"Pansy," he whispered, brushing her hair out of her face. "I made my choice weeks ago. And my choice was then and still is you."

"But..."

"Shhh," he continued, "Not twenty minutes ago, I went to my father to get the bands to have a binding ceremony done today between us."

"I know...but..."

"Pansy, stop fighting. Stop apologizing. Stop everything. So what if we didn't jump off the cliff the same way as everyone else -- the point is that we did. It's done. And I wouldn't change a thing."

Her tears finally spent, she looked up at him and asked, "Really?"

"Really," he responded gently, resting his forehead on hers. "You are mine as much as I am yours."

She flung her arms around him, and pressing her body against him, whispered her thanks as he held her until she fell asleep protected in his care.