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Chapter 16

Week 23

Draco walked Hermione to her office like he did every morning ever since they'd finally gotten together. Today was a special day though, it was Hermione's birthday. He wanted to give her the universe, but knew she wasn't that type of person, so instead he'd thought of the perfect idea, and was damn proud of himself for it. The minutes were already ticking by slowly, and he knew he was in for an excruciatingly long day. Once they reached the door to her office she opened it and gasped, which made Draco smile broadly. At least that meant she liked it... right?

"Draco..." she walked forward slowly towards her desk. There sat a beautiful bouquet of at least two dozen red and white roses, with a box of something next to them. She walked over and pulled the card from the ribbon on the box and read it.

My Dearest Hermione, Happy Birthday. I hope you have a wonderful day, and I look forward to seeing you later for our Friday night date. Love, Draco

She turned to face him finally, where he was leaning against the door frame looking slightly giddy.

"Happy birthday, love."

"Oh, Draco. You really didn't have to."

"Of course I didn't, I just wanted to. I figured you didn't want anything flashy, so here's my present to you." He walked over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Have a great day. I love you."

"I love you." She said sweetly as she leaned in for another kiss. "I hope you have a great day, too."

"I'll see you tonight." With one final kiss, he left her office.

Hermione turned back to the bouquet and the box. Curious, she opened it and found a dozen chocolate covered strawberries. "Ooo." She picked one up, unable to resist and took a bite. "Oh my goodness." She cooed. She savored it as much as she could, then decided to save the rest and share with Sophie later. They had to prepare for their meeting with the headmasters and headmistresses of three different schools to discuss a possible exchange student program, since it was finally approved by the Department of Magical Cooperation, and they were going to need all the good feelings they could get for that.

"So what's on the agenda for tonight?" Hermione asked as they landed in her living room. She'd been curious all day if Draco really didn't have anything else planned for her birthday, or if he was just playing a fool.

"It's a surprise. I want to show you something."

Hermione's eyebrows rose at that. Draco had a surprise? "Alright."

"Well, more like I want to take you somewhere."

"Draco, we don't-"

"I know that." Draco said quickly, cutting her off. "But this is something that I have wanted to do for a while, and I'm just choosing today to do it."

"Where are we going, then?" She asked playfully.

Draco looked nervously into her eyes. "Just trust me, okay?"

Hermione tilted her head in confusion. "Draco, where are we going?"

"Please, trust me." He held her face in his hands as he whispered to her. "I love you."

"I love you, too. I trust you, Draco."

He barely kissed her lips before he moved to hold her tight around the waist and disaparated them both.

"Where are we?" She asked as she looked around.

"We're at the Manor. In a few yards you're going to feel the wards that surround the grounds. Just hold on to me, and you'll be okay until we're through."

Hermione just nodded. Draco grabbed her hand and held it tight as they walked forward towards the wards. She was surprised that they were in the woods, the brush was thick on either side of her and the grass was tall. They were on a very narrow path that seemingly led to nowhere until Draco pulled out his wand and held it up, no doubt against the wards of the Manor. She felt the ancient magic engulf her, as if it was trying to decide if she was a threat.

"Relax." Draco whispered. "It's just you and me. My mother isn't even here, she's gone to Paris for the week so we won't be bothered." He felt the wards surround them, and he also felt her anxiety at being back here, even though the Manor itself wasn't even in sight. After another moment the protection wards eased and he lowered is wand. "Ready?"

Hermione nodded blankly. Was she ready? Draco led her further in on the narrow path until she could see a clearing ahead. The fading sunset not giving anything away, she could feel her nerves getting the best of her. She didn't want to show it, she did trust Draco, and she knew that he would never do anything to put her in harms way. He seemed to sense it anyway, and gave her hand a squeeze as they stepped through into the clearing.

"Is this?" She looked around in awe. They were at the pond that Draco had told her about back when they were getting to know each other. The pond where one of his favorite memories was made. She looked around at the perfect scene before her. The pond was quite large in her opinion, with a small island right in the middle with a single tree. Brush and other plants grew around the edges in some places but mostly the view of the water was unobstructed.

"This way." Draco pulled her over to the far end of the pond, where a small creek flowed nearby. Once they got closer to the large stone bench she saw that Draco had a picnic already set up for them, and their spot had the perfect view of the setting sun.

"I've thought about bringing you here for a while, I just wasn't sure if you were ready." He said as they sat down, his arm going around her waist to pull her close.

"I wasn't expecting this at all. Seems to be a pattern with you." She said as she smiled up at him. "How far away is Malfoy Manor?"

"Maybe a quarter mile." He answered as he began putting food on her plate. He didn't have anything fancy, he was still learning to cook even the simplest of foods. He was however very impressed with himself that he was able to prepare sandwiches and a fruit tray, which technically wasn't cooking, but he was just overlooking that part right now. "I could almost forget where I was whenever I came out here."

"Do you not like it there anymore?"

Draco let out a deep sigh. This really wasn't joyful birthday conversation, but he knew that it couldn't be helped. "I can't make up my mind. It's not the place I grew up in. It's plagued with darkness and it reminds me of things, of who I was before and what happened there. How so many lives were taken there. Did you know that after He heard of your break in at Gringott 's, He brought every single goblin that was there to the Manor and slaughtered them all? How can I be expected to live in a place like that?"

"Oh, Draco." Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder, trying to give him comfort. "I never even imagined what it would be like for you, during the war, to have to live with him and to see things like that in your own home. No wonder you came here so often."

"It's quiet here. Well, except for when Blaise found me, then it was anything but."

"You have some good friends, Draco." She pretended to scold.

"I know."

She snuggled in closer to him as she picked up a grape and popped it into her mouth. "This was a brilliant idea, Draco. I love it."

He smiled proudly at her. "It's as close to your perfect date that I could come up with. I've always thought this spot was beautiful."

"When was the last time you were here?"

Draco shifted uncomfortably. "The day that I first saw you, when you and Harry were coming back from a walk and I made a complete ass of myself on his front steps. It just happened to be a Thursday and against my better judgement I went to dinner that night and got upset with Astoria, then I left and came here." He withdrew his wand again, making little floating bubbles with small flames in the middle.

The little balls of light made her smile. "I used to make these all the time when we were on the run. Harry and Ron always liked them."

"Blaise is the one that showed me how to do it." Draco answered.

Hermione let out a sigh of contentment as they ate and watched the ducks swim around quietly on the pond. He'd even brought two cupcakes and a candle, just so she could make a wish. He really did think of everything. In her mind there was no way that anything after this one would ever top this birthday. She was more thankful everyday that she finally took a chance on Draco. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this happy, this at peace with herself, and at Malfoy Manor of all places.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Take me to the Manor."

"What?" He sat forward abruptly and turned to face her. "Hermione, no."

"I need to do this. It's the only demon that I have left. This will always be between us, and it needs to end."

"You're not ready, and I don't want to do this." He nearly pleaded. "Not today."

"Draco, I am ready. I can do this. I want everything to be behind us. I'm already on the grounds, yes? So we could apparate there?"

"Yes, but-"

Hermione stood up and faced him.

"Hermione, No!" Before he could reach her she closed her eyes and disappeared. "Damn it."

Hermione tried to remember everything she could about that room. She never could forget it completely, but she thought she had enough that she could get there safely. It was clear that Draco wasn't going to take her, and now she'd left him no choice but to follow. She opened her eyes and looked around the dark cold room. It was everything she remembered.

"This might not have been the best idea." She nervously said to herself.

Well, she was here, she might as well try. Draco would be here any second and she really wasn't sure what would happen then. Taking deep steadying breaths she looked around as the memories came flooding back. She walked over to the spot where Bellatrix had pinned her down, where she was convinced she was going to die. She felt the stray tears slide down her cheeks as she recalled what she felt that day.

"Hermione?"

She didn't turn at Draco's soft voice. She didn't hear him come in any further either, knowing that touching her right now might be a bad idea.

"I was right here." She whispered. "I thought I was going to die right here."

Draco nodded even though she wasn't even looking at him. "I thought that, too."

"I remember your face. I remember how scared you were. It makes sense now why you looked that way."

"I hate that I was here." He admitted quietly. "I watched you get tortured, by a member of my family no less. I hate that I was ever a part of this. I hate that I was so far gone that I couldn't see a way out. I hate that I couldn't find a way to help you, even though I hated the lot of you, it wasn't right."

Hermione turned slowly and looked to Draco. His face held almost the same expression as that same night all those years ago. Funny how it was nearly the exact same time of day, it was getting dark and the lighting from the huge windows gave off eerie shadows throughout the room. "Come here, Draco."

Draco moved instantly, barely recognizing how quick he was by her side.

"Kiss me." Her cheeks were wet with tears and her voice cracked as she spoke, as she pleaded for him to erase the memories of this very room.

"I love you, Hermione." His lips grazing hers and he said the words. He kissed her slowly, carefully. His hands coming up to cup her soaked cheeks while her hands fisted into his shirt at his chest and he could feel his own eyes welling up with tears. For simply how amazingly strong this woman was, for how she faced things that he couldn't even do himself. How they are now standing in the very room he could barely bring himself to walk by, and he was kissing her in the exact place where they both thought her life would end.

"I love you so much." He croaked as he broke the kiss, tears falling down his own face. "I love you."

"I love you, Draco. I never thought anything like this would ever have happened, but I do. I love you and I need you. You've made me, me again."

He smiled as his thumb grazed her cheek. "You were always this amazing, Hermione. I just didn't see it. I will never again let anything happen to you, I will keep you safe for the rest of our days."

"I believe you." She buried her face into his chest and hugged him tightly, willing away the last of her fears. "Make love to me, Draco."

"What?" He must have misheard her. "Here? Now?"

Despite where they were and the emotions in the room she laughed. "Not right here, I assume you have a bedroom?"

Draco just stared at her. She couldn't be serious.

"Make it all go away, Draco. We can change this, we can fight this. This is your home. You shouldn't be scared of it anymore. Make love to me here."

He looked into her deep chocolate eyes and saw only honestly. Clarity. Love. "Hold on."

With a very faint pop they landed two floors up in his suite. Hermione cautiously looked around, not really sure what to expect. She half expected to see gargoyles and basilisks and nothing but green, black and silver. Instead she saw navy blues, with rich brown furniture made of heavy wood. His bed was massive, easily a king, and had rich blue blankets and grey pillows with dark navy blue drapes tied back at the posts. He had book cases filled with books and a fireplace right across from the bed. There were a set of double doors further in that she assumed lead to either a bathroom or a closet, probably both.

She turned when she heard him light the fireplace. "This is very nice."

"Everything you dreamed it would be?" He joked.

"Not quite." She admitted. "I am pleasantly surprised."

"You might not have been just a few years ago." He said as he walked up to her again, wrapping his arms around her waist to kiss her. "Hermione, I just need you to know that we don't have to do this here. We don't have to do this at all, if you're not ready. I don't want you to feel like anything we've done was a mistake."

"I don't feel that way. I trust you, I want to do this with you. You have my heart, Draco, and I want you. I want us to be free of everything that's ever held us back."

Draco wanted that, too. So much. He would never ask to change anything about their current relationship, she'd taught him so much in these few months that he felt like a completely different person. He'd wait patiently for her to tell him what she needed, and when she couldn't, he just knew. And right now, she needed him to help her conquer this last battle. What they had overcome made their love stronger than anything else they'd ever felt before. It chased away demons, and stopped nightmares, and made dreams come true. It was long walks talking about nothing, and arguments about whether or not One thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi should be categorized under potion making or herbology, it was awkward dinners with friends and family but always knowing in the end each other was what really mattered. It was watching each other completely fall apart, knowing that they would never be judged for it. It was everything that Draco had been longing for.

"I'm going to go and change, I'll be right back. Alright? We're taking this slow."

"Okay." Hermione nodded.

With a kiss to her forehead Draco headed to the double doors that she correctly assumed led to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath after he closed the door she looked around the room. She really did like Draco's room here. It was nothing like she thought it would be, just like Draco himself was nothing like she thought he would be. Heading over to one of the chairs that sat beside the fireplace she removed her shoes and slid them underneath it and out of the way. She was going to sleep with him tonight. At Malfoy Manor! Honestly, she felt that she'd been ready for this next step for a while now, but things were just so comfortable between them, and he never pushed. He never asked for more. He was always so content to just have her in his life that it made it that much better. She had time to think about this, and she felt safe with him and that alone meant the world to her. She heard the door open and turned to see Draco standing there in just a pair of boxers, and nothing else. She'd never seen so much of him before, and he was beautiful.

"I grabbed one of my shirts for you." He said as he walked over to her and handed her the t shirt.

"Thank you."

"You're sure about this?"

"I'll be right back." Her eyes never left his and as she walked passed him she smiled to herself.

She changed quickly, deciding that she would just throw the shirt on and nothing else. He would ask at least fifty more times if she was sure, but she couldn't fault him for it, and it just made her love him more. She folded her clothes neatly and put them on the bathroom counter, then headed back out into the bedroom. Draco was laying on the bed, with the sheets turned down, waiting for her.

"You are so beautiful." He blurted out.

Hermione gave a nervous laugh. "I was just thinking the same thing about you." She walked over and slid into bed with him, bringing the sheets with her. Gently, she brought one hand up to touch his chest. His perfectly smooth skin making her fingers tingle with anticipation. She smiled at that, knowing she was excited and not scared. Just another thing she could add to the ever-growing list of things Draco helped her with. Just as she wanted to lean in and kiss him she felt something. A scar.

"What's this from?" She asked as she moved to look at it. It was so faint and she could barely feel it, but after seeing it up close she realized exactly what it was. It went from his clavicle to nearly his belly button.

"Did Harry ever tell you what happened?" Draco asked softly.

Hermione met his eyes. "Yes. He was a wreck. I told him to get rid of that stupid book all year. I didn't realize it left a scar."

"It's barely a scar, thanks to Severus. He healed me and the dittany I used afterwards made it heal almost perfectly. I forget it's even there now."

"That stupid spell. He was obsessed with it. I'm so sorry, Draco."

"It's alright, Hermione. It doesn't bother me anymore." He said honestly. Really, he was about to crucio Harry, which isn't that much better. At times Draco had wished he'd died that day, but it was the cowards way out and he knew that. Everything that happened had to happen the way it did, they'd talked about the war so much, and really what he and Harry were all those years was just two people who were forced to grow up too fast in roles they never had a choice in. Before he even realized what she was doing, she kissed his scar. All of it. From his chest to his stomach, and back up again. Then, this beautiful woman with her beautiful soul, took his arm and kissed his scarred skin where his mark used to be.

"I love all of you. You've given me so much, Draco."

Damn it, he refused to cry right now! You don't cry in bed with a gorgeous woman next to you! "I love you." He said as evenly as he could. "You're sure you're okay?"

"I'm just fine." She smiled at him.

He rolled over so they were both laying facing each other. He moved under the sheet to rest one hand as slowly and as gently as he could on her hip. "Hermione..." He said slowly. "Are you wearing anything under this shirt?"

"No, Draco. I'm not."

"Merlin, help me." Damn her and her sexy smile and seductive voice. He wanted to take this slow. Slower than a snail slow. Fat lot of good that was doing him right now.

"Do you... are you ready for this?" She asked timidly. She didn't want to second guess everything, but his apprehensiveness was getting the better of her.

"I'm more than ready, trust me." He practically growled. He had to take a deep breath to bring himself back down. "I want this, too."

"You'll have to show me what to do. I'm not-" she stopped to swallow harshly. "I'm not very good at this."

Draco rolled on top of her, bracing himself on his forearms so he could hover over her. "You, my dear, are not going to do anything. I'm going to show you what making love is, and everything it's supposed to be. What it's going to be from now on. Because you, Hermione Jean Granger, are the love of my life."

If someone had asked her thirty seconds ago if she loved Draco Malfoy with everything she had she would have said yes. Now, she would say that she loved him with everything she was, and wasn't. She wasn't as confident as she used to be, but he made up for it with his patience and understanding. She wasn't direct, where Draco was attentive and seemed to know what she needed before she did. She wasn't strong, but Draco was her rock. Her safe place. Her home.

She didn't trust herself to say anything, so she nodded and tried not to let the tears slip from her eyes. Of course Draco saw them anyway, and wiped them away with his thumbs when she closed her eyes.

"I love you." He whispered.

She nodded again, trying desperately to fight the emotions she was feeling. It was all so overwhelming, but in a good way. She took a deep breath as Draco kissed her. It was a slow kiss, a kiss that stirred feelings deep within her, a kiss that she wanted to repeat all night. He moved to her chin, then her neck, sucking on a sensitive spot she didn't even know she had. "Draco." She breathed.

Salazar, did this woman really not understand how sexy she was? They way she arched into him without even realizing it, the way she was practically moaning his name already? Draco was ready to be inside her the moment she crawled into bed next to him, but he wanted this to be perfect. He just had to show her how beautiful and amazing and how wanted she is. Draco boldly moved one hand lower until he felt the hem of her shirt, and slid it under slowly so he could squeeze her hip. Her legs immediately bent on either side of him, making her almost grind against him. He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose, telling himself that he couldn't get carried away too quickly. She was already better than she thought she was.

Her skin was so soft. He skimmed his fingers across her stomach, slowly making his way to her breast. He moved his kisses back to her lips and her hands found his hair, gently tugging and scraping her nails across his skin. The moment he palmed one of her breasts he was ready to lose it. She was so perfect! Everything about her was perfect. Her legs kept rubbing against his sides, begging for friction that he was sure she didn't even understand.

"Can I take your shirt off, Hermione?" He nearly begged.

She nodded frantically. "Yes."

He propped himself up and to his surprise and complete delight she ripped it off and threw it to the floor. Without asking, he stood to remove his boxers, then settled back down on top of her, making sure to look at her face to gauge her nervousness.

"Is this okay?"

Hermione wasn't sure what she was expecting, but Draco seemed to surpass everything she had in mind. "Yes, this is okay."

Draco gave her a lopsided smile and leaned down to kiss her again, enjoying how worked up she was getting over simple kisses. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked as he moved his other hand to palm her other breast he hadn't given attention to yet. "How hopelessly in love with you I am? How absolutely perfect I think you are?"

She hadn't even noticed that his hand crept lower and lower until she felt his fingers slide between her legs, slowly grazing her sensitive skin with his finger tips, coating them in her arousal. Her eyes fluttered closed as she concentrated on just that feeling. That breathtaking feeling she had welling up inside her. The euphoric anxiousness she wouldn't have expected to enjoy. She'd never felt anything like this before.

He slid one finger in and she gasped, stilling him still instantly. "It's alright." She assured him. She didn't want him to stop, this felt too satisfying and good Godric, don't let him stop!

Draco resumed his movement, letting one finger slide in and out of her. She was wet and ready, but he knew he had to go slow. It had been a very long time for both of them and her last experience was so horrible Draco wanted to completely erase it from her memories. Her hips began rise to meet his hand, so he slid in another finger, and gently brushed her clit with his thumb, making her entire body shiver. He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and rubbed her clit again, making her moan and push her whole body to meet his. She was warm and her entire body was flushed pink, Draco wanted to burn this moment into his brain, so he would never forget it.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, making her whimper, and positioned the tip of his rock hard erection at her entrance. "You'll tell me if this hurts, or is uncomfortable right?"

"Yes." She said quickly. She wanted this, she couldn't believe how much she wanted this. She hadn't even touched him and she could feel his desperate need for her. It made her feel wanted and powerful, and she liked it. Deciding to be bold, she arched her hips and watched his face as his eyes closed and he moaned her name. Her name! Her wet heat enveloped him inside of her and she had never felt anything more spectacular. She knew that it would only get better from here. "More, Draco."

He pushed further in as slowly as he could, until she had taken all of him. He forced himself to stay still so her body could adjust to him, only moving excruciatingly slow when he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in at the same pace. "Hermione, my god you're so amazing."

She began to move with him, silently pleading for him to move faster. She was chasing that high and wanted to feel it with him, she wanted him to take just as much pleasure from her as she was from him. Her hips rose and she trailed her nails down his back, then she pulled him close for a searing kiss. She could have cried when he finally began to move with urgency, letting himself give in to the feeling they had created together. His body rubbing up against hers, their sweaty skin sliding against each other, her every nerve ending feeling like it was about to explode with energy. She was close, so close.

Draco wasn't even sure how long they lasted, but the moment he felt her muscles tense he let go. He thrust into her as fast as he could, forgetting all about being gentle, but he needed this woman so much and he just knew that she felt the same way. She clung to him as she finally reached her orgasm, his name being ripped from her like it was her dying breath. Draco exploded within her, pushing himself inside her frantically as he did so. When they had both finished, he collapsed on top of her, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Once he made his way to her face he kissed her lips and felt a slick wetness that wasn't sweat.

"Hermione?" He moved to roll off of her, but she held him in place. "Love, why are you crying?" His heart sinking with the thought that he'd gone too far and hurt her.

"I'm just-" She shook her head, as if that would help her articulate her thoughts. She was fine, more than fine. She was so perfectly content and had no idea why she was crying. The emotional overload of the intimacy they had just shared hit her and she couldn't control it. She never knew it could feel like this. "I love you."

"And I love you." He said gently.

"No, you don't understand. I never thought that it could be like that. It was always... it was never... I just love you."

He rolled over, but kept her body pressed against his, running his fingertips along her skin to soothe her. She was overwhelmed and this was a huge step for them, they'd conquered everything that stood between them, and came out stronger on the other side.

Hermione couldn't control the tears as she laid in Draco's arms. She'd never felt anything like this before. This man, this amazing man, who has been so gentle with her from day one, opened her eyes to what love really was. Draco Malfoy loved her so completely that it made her broken pieces finally come together. She deserved him, and she was no longer afraid to say it. She'd made mistakes, but she'd learned from them. Hermione had found peace in Draco's arms, he erased her pain with just his touch, with that look of endless love in his eyes. She craved everything about him. His smile, his laugh, his hands, his kisses. Everything. She was lost for so long that she forgot what it was like to feel this alive. He made her shine, and she loved him so much for loving her through it all.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?" He hummed against her hair.

"Thank you." She whispered, her lips grazing his chest as she spoke. She could stay just like this forever. "Thank you for taking a chance on me. Thank you for never giving up on me when I pushed you away so many times."

"I should be saying that to you. Look at how far you've come."

"Because of you."

"No. Because of you. You are strong, Hermione. You are everything that I wish I was for so long. You showed me what I was missing, you made me a better person. I can't begin to explain how much I love you. I love your pieces and I love your whole and everything in between. You realize that we are at Malfoy Manor right now, and that was your idea. You are so strong, Hermione. Never forget that."

She couldn't help but giggle at that. They had just made love for the first time at Malfoy Manor. "I'm surprised the place is still standing."

"No witch as talented or as powerful or as beautiful has ever stepped foot inside this Manor."

"I love you, Draco."

"I love you, so much, Hermione." He captured her her lips with his, amazed at the feeling that flowed between them. He could feel her magic coursing through him, he knew what she felt like, inside and out and it was enchanting. He wanted to feel this way forever. His body was already responding again to her, the way she sighed as he kissed her, the way her breasts grazed his chest, the way she arched into him without even knowing it; craving that connection, too. It was an exhilarating feeling to know she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Hermione need this man. She wanted to chase that feeling with him until she couldn't move a single muscle. He'd opened her eyes to an entirely new experience and she was starved for it, needed it like a drug.

They'd made love for most of the night. Filled with passion and smiles and love. Their magic so in tuned with each other, so alive with the connection they shared between them, that the Manor became lighter. The darkness that lurked in corners was driven away, and the fear that was trapped there dissipated into nothing but a whisper to never be heard from again.

A/N: Well, that was the final chapter! I'm always amazed when I begin to write a story because I think there's no way I will love anything more than the last one, but this... this story captures my heart in a way that I can't explain. When I read fan-fiction I'm such a sucker for a broken Draco. So much so that my first ever post was just that. But when this idea came to me, a broken Hermione sounded so much better. A woman who was so strong for everyone else for so long, that just became lost in deception and loneliness; and a Draco that knew exactly what love really was, and wanted to show her what it could be. I adore "good slytherin's" in stories, and the relationships that Draco builds with his friends in this story is something that I will never get enough of.

I hope that everyone was satisfied with the ending, I realize that it may seem abrupt, but I didn't want to fill it with empty words and make the ending seem cliche. A lot of things were never cleared up, but I leave that to you :) If you think Ginny beat the hell out of Cormac before she killed him, alright then. If you think that she sent him to America to wander around without any idea of who is he is, okay. Or maybe he remembers exactly what he did. I left everything open for a reason, so whatever you feel in your heart happens, then that's exactly what happened. Do they marry? Do they have children after all? Do they live at the Manor? It's all up to what your happy little hearts tell you!

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