Forbidden Feelings
Chapter 28
Draco
'STOP! Please, just stop!' He cried, and with a short but menacing laugh, Lucius lowered his wand.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Draco sat up, trying to find his breath after having been subjected to yet more torture at the hands of his father.
'Really Draco, I thought I'd raised you to be stronger than this,' his smile was sinister.
'Why don't you just kill me? It's what you want, why don't you just do it?' He said weakly.
'Oh son,' he crouched down so they were at eye level. 'I never wanted to kill you. But unfortunately you aren't giving me any other choice.'
'Then why don't you just do it?' He cried. 'What's stopping you? I'm here, come on, just kill me!'
'Because I'm hoping that if I curse you enough, you may eventually get the right idea.'
Draco looked his father straight in the eyes fiercely. 'Never.'
Lucius raised his eyebrows, the dangerous smile still remaining on his lips. 'You have 24 hours.'
'24 hours?' He frowned. 'Until what, exactly?'
'To tell me how to get into the school. Otherwise...' His eyes flashed wickedly. 'Well I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands.'
'I'd rather die than tell you anything,' he hissed.
'24 hours, son. That's all you have,' he threw him another menacing smile before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
Draco lay back against the ground, his entire body aching. Beads of blood from the latest beating he'd received trickled down the side of his face, and his skin stung and burnt from the curses he'd thrown at him. Five days. It had been five days, almost six since he'd returned home. Five whole days of beatings, of being tortured until he'd begged for mercy, hot tears falling from his eyes. He felt relieved as he thought of his father's last threat. 24 hours and everything would be over. He was almost certain he would be suffering more pain and torture beforehand, but it would take one spell, a single curse and it would be all gone. He'd become too weak to fight his father, so he'd taken each beating, trying his best to block out the sounds of his cruel laughter, his enjoyment at torturing his own son.
The image of her flashed before him, and Draco closed his eyes, desperate for it to go away. He had been through multiple hits of the Cruciatus curse, and had his head slammed against the hard brick wall, but what pained him the most was the thought of Hermione, and no matter how hard he tried to push her out of his head, she would run through his mind every single day. He was constantly wondering how she was, whether she was safe, if she was being taken care of by the Weasley sister. Being apart from her was tearing him apart inside, their goodbye would play in his mind over and over again, and the pain in his heart was indescribable. Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, Draco pulled out a piece of parchment he'd taken and folded up before he'd left the castle. It was something himself and Hermione had placed between themselves in the middle of the desk they'd been working at. Having been working on a particularly difficult essay given to them by Professor McGonagall, they'd agreed to use it to vent any frustration on. Hermione as always had remained cool and collected as she worked, but Draco had found himself scribbling angrily on the spare piece of parchment, frustrated at being unable to concentrate due to his mind being on his father. As he turned to look at the back of it, his heart sunk as his eyes were drawn to the impeccably neat writing scrawled across it. He thought back to that day, how it had just been a normal, if not a little frustrating, day of catching up on work, but Hermione had made him treasure it.
'Draco Malfoy, have you done anything but mess around with that parchment?'
Draco smirked at Hermione's accusing tone, and looked at her. 'You were the one who told me to vent any frustration on it, I'm only doing what you told me to do!'
'I told you to do it 'now and again' if you had any trouble. Not neglect the essay and write...' She picked the parchment up and studied it. 'Potty and Weasel stink' really, Draco? How old are you?!'
'I was, in your words, 'venting my frustration' and they happen to play a key factor in my annoyance, so I noted their names down,' he retaliated. 'Besides, have you seen where I've written your name?'
She sighed. 'Yes, in the little heart. Very cute. Now come on, get on with your work!'
'You sound a little frustrated. Want to vent?' He grinned at her, motioning to the parchment in her hand.
'Oh shut up,' she scowled, placing it back down on the table.
Draco snickered, and Hermione rolled her eyes, picking her quill up and returning to her work.
He picked the parchment up and turned it over, writing three simple words.
'I love you.'
He then pushed it to her side of the desk, and watched as she sighed before picking it up and reading it. She looked up at him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, and he smirked in return. Shaking her head, she started scribbling away, and Draco sat back, grinning triumphantly.
'Here. Now leave me alone,' she was smiling as she handed him the parchment. He chuckled, nodding at her as he started to read what she had written.
'Draco Malfoy, you are the most irritating, stubborn, difficult person I know. Now get back to your work and stop pestering me. I love you too.'
He shook his head, picking up his quill.
'Hermione Granger, you are the most bossy, know-it-all, stubborn person I know. And I love you more.'
She looked exasperated as Draco pushed the parchment across the table, and he smiled at her teasingly. He watched as she read his message, and she shook her head at him again, dipping her quill in some ink and hurridly scribbling a reply.
'No more after this Draco. And I mean it,' she said as she handed it to him, but he could see the amusement in her eyes.
'I'm not one for the 'I love you more' arguments couples have, so I'm just going to write this. Draco Malfoy I love you with all my heart. Even when you are being a pain, like now for example. But I wouldn't want to live my life without you, you are my entire world. I'll love you always and forever.'
He looked up at her, and she was staring back at him, her eyes wide.
'Last one,' he whispered. 'Promise.'
She nodded simply, bowing her head and continuing with her essay.
'You should know that I love you with all my heart too, even with you're being bossy, like now for example. You will never have to live your life without me, for I shall never leave you. You mean everything to me, and that will never change. I love you too, so much. Always and forever.'
He pushed the parchment across the desk one last time, throwing Hermione a small smile as she met his eyes. He dipped his quill in his ink, finally deciding to try his hardest to push his father out of his mind, and to begin the essay.
As he started writing, he heard Hermione clear her throat having finished reading, and he looked at her, noting the tears in her eyes.
'I love you,' he said softly.
'And I love you,' she whispered.
As he read through the scribbled conversation and memories of that night flashed before his mind, Draco held the parchment to his chest, his eyes brimming with tears. He would give anything to hold her just one last time, to tell her he loved her, and to say sorry for breaking that promise, for breaking her heart.
He layed back down, keeping the parchment close to him. He wished everything was different. That his father had died in the war, leaving himself and his mother to carry on with their lives. He was sure that if his father wasn't alive, he would have gone on to marry Hermione, and raise a family of their own. He closed his eyes, picturing their children. One would definitely have a passion for reading and books, and Hermione would be thrilled, shoving books under their nose at every given opportunity whilst Draco rolled his eyes. And one would have to be a Slytherin, and into Quiddich. He found himself smiling in amusement as he pictured Hermione's reaction at having a Slytherin, Quiddich playing child.
The door to the room suddenly clicked, and he sat up, prepared for another round of torturing. But as his stare met the familiar face of the person gaping at him in horror, Draco gasped.
'Hermione? What the bloody hell are you doing here?!' He cried.
'Shh! Your father, he'll hear!' She hissed, rushing to his side. 'What has he done to you?! You look terrible! You're bleeding, and your face!'
He brought a hand up to his bruised cheek. 'Hermione, you need to leave. I told you not to come after me! Why didn't you just listen to me?!'
'Because I couldn't just sit back and allow you to die alone,' she said, her eyes shining with tears.
He looked at her, taking in her appearance. She looked exhausted, her eyes bloodshot and swollen. Her hair was a mess, the curls that normally tumbled down her front tangled into a knot, many escaping and falling down one side of her head, and her face looked gaunt and pale.
'What have I done to you...' He breathed.
'Nothing! You've done nothing Draco!' She said, taking hold of his arm. 'Now you better tell me what the hell your father's done to you!'
'No, I will not!' He protested, shaking his arm from her grasp. 'You need to leave, he could hear us, he could be back any minute! I will not have him find you here!'
'But-'
'No! No buts,' he said sharply. 'Now go, please! I will not have you die because of me! That's why I left in the first place!'
'I know very well that was why you left,' she answered him quietly, staring down at the floor.
'Then why didn't you listen to me when I said not to come after me? I chose to do this, it was what was best for you, what was safest! Why didn't you just listen to me?!' He slammed his fist on the floor angrily, wincing at the pain in his arm.
'I think that's broken,' Hermione said softly.
He looked at her furiously. 'Go. Now.'
'I won't,' she glared back, her eyes almost wild.
'Hermione-'
She shook her head. 'No, I'm not going anywhere,'
'Hermione. I told you not to come after me. This was my choice, I chose to die for you! I wanted you to forget me, live a happy life!'
'My life will never be happy without you.'
'You may feel like that now, but it will change,' he looked into her eyes, and took her hand gently. 'You'll meet someone else, fall in love. I'll be nothing more than a distant memory, which is what I wished.'
Hermione snatched her hand away, her cheeks red in anger. 'You foolish idiot! Why don't you listen to me when I say that won't happen?! Look,' she took a step forward, staring at him furiously. 'I will never, ever be happy without you, Draco! Your death would kill me, I could never move past it!'
'This was my choice, and I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't have known that one day you would be happy again. I didn't want rescuing,' he said angrily.
She shook her head slightly, and he watched as she closed her eyes before taking a deep breath and finally answering him. 'Well that works out perfectly. As I'm not here to rescue you.'
He frowned. 'Then what the...' He stopped as the realisation dawned on him, and shook his head violently. 'No. I will not allow it!'
'It's not up to you, Draco,' Hermione said, turning her back on him. 'This is my choice, just like it was yours to leave. I want to die with you, I want to be by your side when it happens.'
'You will do no such thing,' he snarled.
'You can't make me go,' she argued, turning to face him. 'And your father definitely won't let me live. So it's not up to you now, I'm staying until Lucius returns. Then I'm going to die by your side.'
'No. There is no way I'm allowing this. You need to leave,' he grabbed her, trying to ignore the pain that rippled through his body as he pulled her towards the door.
'Draco, get OFF of me! Put me down!' She shrieked, squirming against his grip.
'No,' he opened the door, throwing her out. 'I love you. And I'm so sorry.'
She remained on the ground, staring up at him with tears streaming down her face. 'Please-'
Draco slammed the door as she started to protest, and waited, praying she would not force her way back in. When nothing happened, he let his own tears fall, sinking down onto the floor and allowing his grief to overcome him.
Hermione
She looked up at Draco as he slammed the door in her face, unable to control the tears that were now falling from her eyes. She had expected him to be angry, but she hadn't expected him to reject her this way, to force her to leave him. She leant against the door, desperately trying to get her head together.
'Well, well. Who do we have here?'
Hermione's blood ran cold as she heard a voice, and Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the shadows, smiling broadly.
'I was, I was just-'
'You're the Mudblood aren't you? You're one of the 'heroes' from what is it called? Ah yes, the 'Golden Trio', he sneered.
She closed her eyes, trying to control the fear that was now coursing through her veins.
'So what business do scum like you have here then? I'd love to know.'
'I...' Hermione found herself lost for words as she stood up, completely frozen on the spot.
'Do you need me to repeat the question? You really are slow for someone who had a part in defeating the Dark Lord.'
She looked him in the eyes fiercely. 'I will not answer any of your questions.'
He raised an eyebrow. 'Oh really? Well I'm afraid that isn't your decision to make. Want to come upstairs Granger? I have some people up there who I'm sure would love to play with you.'
'I am not going anywhere with you,' she said angrily.
His eyes darkened. 'You will do as I say.'
'Never,' she said, shaking her head.
'Well than I'm afraid you've given me no choice.'
Hermione gasped as he grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her up the stairs roughly.
'Get off of me!' She shrieked.
'Shut up you filthy, disgusting Mudblood,' Lucius snarled, opening a door and leading her into a room where four other men were sat around a table. Each were wearing dark cloaks which Hermione recognised all too well as Death Eater clothing. She swallowed, determined to stay calm.
'Look what I found skulking around downstairs,' he threw her onto the floor violently, and she cried out as her head collided with a stone pillar.
'That's the Mudblood who hangs round with Potter!' One of the Death Eaters cried, eyes wide in excitement.
'It is indeed,' Lucius smirked.
'What's she doing here?' Another one of the men piped up.
'Well that's what she won't tell me. So I thought I'd bring her up here, get some of you to find out for me.'
'You don't even have to ask,' the first Death Eater grinned, and Hermione shuddered at the enthusiasm in his voice.
'So I thought,' Lucius nodded, then knelt down, bringing his head close to Hermione's. 'I warned you. This is what happens when you don't play nice,' he hissed.
She backed away from him in fear, mumbling. 'Please, just let me go.'
He threw his head back laughing, and as he stood up, the Death Eaters joined in. 'I will do no such thing,' he turned to the men either side of him. 'Get her.'
'Crucio!'
Hermione screamed as the curse hit her, writhing on the floor as she was overcome with unbearable pain.
'STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE, STOP!' She bellowed, tears streaming down her face. It was as though her whole body was on fire, like hot irons were burning into every inch of her skin. She felt like she would go mad screaming, but she had to stop it, she had to make it stop...
Lucius laughed. 'Now, now Granger. I warned you what would happen if you wouldn't tell me the truth. And I'm afraid I just don't have the power to stop them when they start.'
'I'm begging you, please!' She cried.
'Crucio!'
Hermione felt herself being hit again with the same curse, and yelled out in pain, unable to control her screams. It was as if the pain would never end, like there was nothing that could cease such unbearable torture. She could hear the Death Eater's laughter and cheers over her tormented cries.
'STOP! PLEASE STOP!' She begged, crying out hysterically as the pain continued.
'Yes, do what she says. We won't be able to get anything out of her whilst she's making this much noise,' Hermione heard Lucius' cruel voice, and as the curse wore off, she felt him pick her up and pin her against the stone wall.
'Put me down, please,' she said weakly.
'Oh Miss Granger, do you really believe I would just let you go?' Lucius held onto her, wrapping a hand around her neck tightly. 'Now, I'm going to ask you one last time. What are you doing here?'
'I won't tell you,' she choked, glaring into his eyes.
His face turned a violent shade of red as he threw her to the ground. 'You will do as I say!'
'No! I won't!'
Lucius stared at her, and Hermione could see the fury in his eyes. 'Well you're going to have to learn the hard way then. I already have one person who will not listen to my commands. So I'm going to tell you the same as I told them. You have until tomorrow to choose to do the right thing. If not, well I'll have to kill you.'
She wimpered as he picked her up, dragging her aggressively back down the stairs to where he had discovered her. He opened the door furiously, and it slammed against the hard brick wall with a loud bang. As she looked inside, Hermione spied Draco curled up on the floor, sitting up in shock at the noise.
I have some company for you, Draco! I'm sure you'll be just thrilled to be held in a room with a Mudblood,' Lucius sneered, and threw her to the ground violently. She fell to the floor, hitting her face hard on the concrete.
'What the hell is this?!' She pulled herself up as Draco spoke.
'I found the girl skulking around outside your room. She won't give me answers, so I've told her the same as you; she has 24 hours to speak, or she's dead. Have a good evening,' Lucius said, his voice eerily calm as he smiled evilly at his son before he closing the door on them.
'Hermione? What has he done to you?' Draco looked terrified.
'He...he used a form of torture to try and get me to talk,' she said quietly.
His face paled as he realised what she was alluding to. 'No... Please no...'
'I'm okay,' she nodded, but a tear spilled down her cheek.
'I'm going to kill him,' he stood up, and she noticed him wince before heading towards the door.
'Please, don't do anything,' Hermione said weakly.
He turned to look at her. 'My father just tortured you. He caused you insufferable pain. I will not let him get away with this.'
'Please, just don't. Stay here, with me,' she sat back against the wall, closing her eyes. The lump on her head was throbbing intensely, and she felt weak, like her arms and her legs were made of lead.
'Are you okay?' Hermione could hear the concern in Draco's voice.
She opened her eyes, gesturing to space on the floor next to her. 'Can you come sit with me? Please?'
He nodded, walking slowly towards her and sinking down onto the cold ground. 'This is all my fault,' he murmered.
She frowned. 'Excuse me?'
'I should never have acted on my feelings,' he explained. 'I should have left Hogwarts the minute I felt anything for you. If I had done that-'
'Then I wouldn't have felt such happiness as I have these past few months,' Hermione whispered. 'Draco, I love you so much. And you are worth all of this.'
'No,' he shook his head. 'You've been beaten and tortured because of me.'
'It wasn't because of you at all!' She said, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. 'I chose to find you! You did everything you could to stop me, but I chose to come after you! If anything, this is all my fault.'
His eyebrows rose in disbelief. 'How is it your fault? I brought this upon us, not you!'
'I acted on my feelings for you. If I had kept quiet, you would never have left Hogwarts to die for me.'
'I would though, Hermione,' he sighed, gently stroking a stray hair away from her forehead. 'I love you, and whether we'd acted on our feelings or not, I know that I would have left anyway, to protect you. I would do anything for you, even if you didn't return my feelings.'
'Well I do,' she took his hand, threading her fingers through his.
He smiled sadly. 'Sometimes I wish you didn't. But a really selfish part of me is bloody glad you do.'
I'm glad too,' she mumbled, clenching her teeth in pain as she layed back against the wall.
'Are you sure you're okay?' Draco's brow was furrowed in worry.
Hermione sighed, closing her eyes. 'I'll be fine.'
'I'm worried. You don't look...well normal.'
She opened her eyes, amused. 'Well thank you for the compliment, I'll be sure to remember that one.'
He shook his head. 'You know what I meant.'
'I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about. That wound on your head looks terrible, Draco. And your breathing doesn't sound healthy.'
He chuckled. 'Well I won't be having trouble breathing tomorrow.'
Hermione frowned. 'How the hell can you be so lighthearted about this? We're going to die tomorrow!'
'No,' he shook his head again, in disagreement. 'I'm going to die tomorrow. I'm working on a plan to get you out of here.'
'What? Has that head injury caused you to go mental?' She gasped.
'I'm getting you out of here, Hermione,' he said simply. 'There's no way I'm letting you die.'
'Well that's tough. I've made my decision, and I'm sticking to it, whether you like it or not,' she answered stubbornly.
'Why won't you just listen to me?'
'Because this isn't your decision to make, and this is the last time we're discussing this.'
Draco opened his mouth to argue, but suddenly groaned, putting a hand to his head.
'Draco? Are you okay?' She grabbed hold of his arm, her eyes wide in panic.
'I'm fine,' he muttered.
'No. You're not,' she shook her head. 'I can't watch you suffer like this.'
'Honestly, I'm okay,' he said firmly, but as Hermione searched his eyes, she could detect the pain he was desperately trying to conceal from her.
'Please-'
'Just drop it, okay?' He snapped.
She blinked, hurt by his sudden outburst. 'Okay.'
They sat in silence, Hermione desperately trying to fight the angry tears that were threatening to spill. She could feel a dull pain in one side of her head, and as she brought her arm up to eye level, she was taken aback by the dark purple and black prints resembling finger marks that were visible across her wrist.
'Sorry.'
She glanced up as Draco's voice broke the silence. 'It's okay.'
'It's just...' He grasped one of her hands tightly, frowning down at it. 'I'm so scared.'
Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise at the fear in his voice. 'I am too,' she said softly.
'Your wrist...it looks broken.'
She lifted her mouth into a small smile. 'My wrist is the least of our worries.'
'Whatever they did to you, I'm so sorry-'
'No,' Hermione cut him off. 'You have absolutely no reason to apologise. Your father, those men; they're evil. Pure and simple.'
'Okay,' Draco murmered, closing his eyes.
'Hey,' she nudged him anxiously. 'Stay with me, I need you.'
He chortled. 'You're Hermione Granger. You don't need anyone. You're the strongest person I know.'
'No. I need you, Draco. I mean it,' she said firmly.
'I know you do. And it terrifies me,' he sighed, holding out an arm and gesturing for her to come closer.
'It'll be over after tomorrow,' Hermione said as she layed her head gently on his chest, unable to supress a shudder as the realisation of their situation suddenly dawned on her.
'I was planning on asking you to marry me one day,' Draco said suddenly.
Her eyes widened in surprise. 'Draco Malfoy, are you proposing to me?'
'No. Well...' She felt him shift slightly. 'I knew that I wanted to marry you. It wasn't going to be a proposal as such...let's just call it a proposal to propose one day.'
She snorted slightly, amused. 'Oh Draco...'
'I know, it sounds pathetic,' Hermione could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
'No, it doesn't,' she paused as a sudden, overwhelming sadness overcame her, and swallowed down hard. 'I would have said yes.'
'You would?'
Hermione nodded against his chest. 'Definitely.'
'We could have been so happy...' He said sadly.
She bit her lip, trying to swallow the lump that was slowly rising in her throat. 'I know.'
'We could have had that house in Hogsmeade, the one you dreamt of, raised our children-'
'Children?' She repeated, sitting up to stare at him in amazement. 'You, you would have wanted children?'
'Yes,' a small smile was playing on his lips. 'Why not?'
'I just, I just never..never pictured you as the father type,' she spluttered.
'And why not?' He raised his eyebrows, looking amused.
'Draco, you can hardly tolerate first year students, let alone a child!'
'That's different, they're just asking to be hexed,' he grinned.
She rolled her eyes. 'And that's the attitude I was talking about!'
'It would be different with our children though,' he said, then smiled again. 'For starters they would be in Slytherin, and they would definitely be Quiddich players.'
'No!' Hermione gasped, horrified. 'They definitely would not! They'd be in Gryffindor, and they would love reading, and books!'
It was Draco's turn to look horrified. 'No. I don't think I could handle a mini Hermione, I can just about tolerate you throwing books at me every 5 minutes.'
'But you like reading!' She protested.
'Yes, I like reading, but-'
'Well there you go,' Hermione smiled smugly. 'Our children would love reading with both of our genes.'
'Are we really arguing about this?'
'You started it,' she said childishly.
Draco rolled his eyes. 'You are a piece of work, Hermione Granger.'
'You just can't admit when you're wrong,' she grinned.
He opened his mouth to retaliate, but he gasped out in pain, clutching his chest.
'Draco? Are you okay?' She cried out in worry.
'I just...' He paused, gasping for breath. 'I just need to rest.'
'What has he done to you...' She breathed, her stomach in knots of anxiety.
'Ssh...I'll be okay,' he put a reassuring hand on hers. 'I'll be okay..'
'You don't deserve this,' Hermione wiped a tear from her eye as she spoke. 'You don't deserve any of this, you're a good person.'
'I'm not. I'm a coward, just like my father,' Draco replied bitterly.
'No! You're not! You've made mistakes, yes, but you are no coward! You wouldn't be here if you were.'
'Thank you,' he sounded exhausted.
'You should rest,' she said gently. 'Here, let me sort you out.'
'I'm okay..really.'
'No. You're not,' she picked up the two thin pillows Lucius had left out, along with an old, worn out looking blanket, trying to the best of her ability to make Draco a bed.
'You're too good to me,' she heard him say quietly.
'I just want to take care of you.'
'You do more than enough for me already, just by being here, your presence; it just makes everything feel better.'
'Here; lay down. I'll help you,' she placed her arms around him tenderly, laying him down.
'Bloody hell Hermione, you're freezing!' He exclaimed.
'I'm fine,' she said as she covered him up with the blanket.
'No,' he grabbed one of her hands. 'You're shivering!'
'Draco, it doesn't matter.'
'Yes. It does. Come under here with me,' he opened the blanket, gesturing for her to join him.
'Fine,' she sighed, laying herself down and allowing him to place some of the blanket over herself. 'This is nice,' she breathed, feeling oddly relaxed given the circumstances.
'It is,' she felt him nod against her and her heart jumped in panic as he started coughing loudly.
'That cough doesn't sound good at all,' she commented anxiously.
'I'll be okay,' he cleared his throat, adding. 'Well, today anyway.'
'Don't,' Hermione shook her head. 'I don't want to talk about tomorrow.'
'We have to accept what's going to happen, Hermione,' he said gently.
'I know we do,' she sighed sadly. 'But not now, I don't want to spend our last night together discussing our deaths.'
'You know if I could I'd get you out of here, don't you? He pulled her closer, taking one of her hands and gently kissing it. 'You know this isn't what I wanted for you?'
'Well, I'd be quite worried if you actually wanted this for me,' she smiled slightly.
'I'm being serious,' he coughed again, and Hermione could hear the tightness of his chest as he struggled to regain his breath.
'I know you are. I know,' she bit her lip as tears spilled down her cheeks. 'Can you just hold me please? I just want you to hold me.'
'Of course. Of course,' he said softly, and she nestled in closer to his chest, listening to his heart beat. Suddenly feeling exhausted, she closed her eyes, her own heart silently breaking as she thought about tomorrow. As she drifted to sleep she found herself praying that they would find a way out of this, that herself and Draco would be able to live the life they dreamed of.
I'm sorry it's taken me longer to update, I've been so busy lately! Thanks as usual to everyone who has reviewed/favourited/followed. There's not many chapters left now of this story! It feels strange since I started writing it almost 3 years ago, but I have started planning another Dramione, so I look forward to starting that. Anyway, feel free to leave a review, and I'm hoping the next chapter will be up soon.