#but like. i'm at my limit girl. i should've done this years ago and didn't. pls just leave. just leave!! why are you still here!!! LEAVE!!!

[levil0vesyou]

Literally what are you still doing here!!! What do you want!!! Just unfollow me!!! What, you didn't notice you're the one mutual I deliberately didn't refollow with the new main??

What do I have to do to get your terf ass to finally fuck off

[siennadraws]

Years ago, her cheeks would have been beet red as she approached her destination.

If she had friends among the Accepted, maybe she would have brought them along and made an excuse for this excursion, but all her companions were still novices and would be for many years still.

Despite it all, whatever would happen now, she wanted that moment to herself. She would not share it with anyone else, save the man she prayed was in those training grounds.

But now, what felt like a much more reasonable part of herself told her he wouldn't wait three years. Not just wait, but go through exactly what she went through in her training, except with many more bruises and cuts, with broken bones.

All these years away from him, she couldn't remember ever doubting him, pushing herself to her limit and beyond, making herself the perfect student to meet him as soon as it was possible.

Even if that was so, she needed to know it. See it for herself. Imagining things was a waste of time, and as a future Aes Sedai, she would not waste time. So, she quickened her pace (as much as she could, respectably), weaving a path through streets she had walked in her old life, to the barracks of the would-be Warders.

She could hear shouting, metal clashing, the thumping of bodies crashing into the ground, beyond the patched-up wooden walls, but most clearly, the blood thumping in her ears. She needed to get in there.

As if on cue, a voice startled her, "Now this is unusual," a Warder leaned by the gate, pipe in hand, and words smothered in smoke. "What's a sisterling doing here, exactly?"

Visits to the Warders weren't unusual for Accepted. None had seen men beyond a few bonded Warders in probably a decade, and many felt the absence. What better way to cure that than by looking through the list of candidates for Warders? But doing so alone was unusual - embarrassing - it would probably have meant one had no comrades among her sisters.

"An Aes Sedai has asked me to give a message to one of the trainees."

"Oh? Couldn't she come here by herself?"

"Sir, I'm sure you know this better than myself: I can't question an Aes Sedai. Much less, the... oddity of their requests."

The man laughed, shaking his head. Syla gave a sheepish smile as pride trickled through the back of her mind. Hook, line, and sinker.

"You know my wife's one of them? But sure enough, they're a mysterious folk. So, who's the brat?"

"The one she wanted me to relay the message to was Eamas Tivror."

"Oh, that's a young one. She better not be trying to bond him yet - good sport, but not done yet. Though, I'd think she'd come here by herself for that. Who's the mistress?"

Right. She really hoped Warders didn't know the name of every single Aes Sedai.

"Syla, sir. She told me he would know her."

"Syla? Yeah, he mentioned that name. Now, my heart is truly warmed that she remembered him through her training. But I'd be even more impressed if she was an Aes Sedai already," her cheeks warmed, she couldn't tell if it was because he caught up on her lie or because Eamas talked about her enough for him to be able to do so. "Not trying to minimize you being an Accepted after only three years. Congratulations."

Oh. He figured that, too. Her cheeks were flaming red now. Was she that bad?

"Now, now, kiddo. You didn't do a bad job- I wanted to believe you until you mentioned your name. Blame your friend- he was the one explaining to me why he needed to join us."

She wanted to bury herself deep into the earth. She needed to be good at this, Aes Sedai were good at this. Or at least she needed to know what battles she couldn't win to enter them humbly. No wisdom - she should've just admitted her motives, suffered the embarrassment, and spared herself this bigger one.

"I'm sorry, sir. I-"

"Oh, spare me, please. You girls are too quick to apologize - I'm not going to whip you. Once you get yourselves bonded up, you'll know how to not step on each other's toes. So, I'll call him over. Don't mind the smell."

She nodded, her neck and shoulders still stiff. Were he an Aes Sedai, he would have surely sent her to be punished for this.

"Thank you, sir."

He groaned at her address, and she wondered who his Aes Sedai was for him to be so tired of her politeness. Was it someone too strict (if so, she wept for him, she knew that kind, even as she evaded them)? Or a rebellious soul who could complain to him about the hierarchies in the Tower? Did Aes Sedai like that truly exist?

He entered the training grounds, closing the gates behind him and leaving her to her thoughts.

Eamas had talked about her. Was it just in the early days, or did he still mention her? Did he still hope for her to meet him? Did he falter when the Warders told him how long it could take her? Did he still think about her as she thought about him? As she did through sleepless nights, her endless chores, and every challenging exercise. Through the Silver arches.

She was woken from her thoughts by the gate opening, then closing behind a tall figure. As he stepped out of the shadows, with a careful gait, Syla felt the world pulled from under her feet.

There was reality, and then there was seeing him. All her senses faded away, except her vision fixed on him. There was the exhilaration of Channeling, and then there was seeing him. Her blood felt like the purest Healing, rebirthing her as it pumped furiously in her veins.

Time seemed to stop as she took his figure in.

He had grown taller, although he had already been a giant of a boy, and she could see how he had grown so much stronger too, from his wide shoulders and uncovered arms, even if when he was a baker, he would already carry sacks of flour around his shoulders. He had let his hair grow longer, curls covering his chest.

He had grown as she had. But she could still notice the remnants of baby fat on his cheeks, despite being covered by a thick beard.

As she smiled, time rushed back to her, pushing her to run to Eamas. He crashed into her, their arms wrapping themselves around the other. Syla was lifted with a twirl, able to bury her face in his shoulders for a moment, before her feet hit the ground again. Slowly, they unwrapped themselves, and even more slowly, they gathered the courage to meet each other's gaze.

"You waited for me."

"Of course, I promised," it was all Syla could do not to look surprised. His voice had dropped much lower than when they last spoke. She remembered how it would still break back then, and after 3 years of hearing that voice in her mind, it was strange to have it replaced. But she liked how he sounded, his whispered tones warmer and richer, gravel that would pull her in and never let her out.

Syla pulled herself from her thoughts as he, more quickly, continued, "I wanted to. I wanted to. And you, you barely made me wait. I mean- I thought I'd- I should have known. You're brilliant, you're so brilliant, Syla!"

Warmth filled her from head to toe, blushing her cheeks and making her feel momentarily dizzy. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to hear him compliment her. When she met him, she felt so impossibly small, but he was her sun and rain. In the Tower, her teachers humbled her to the point of viciousness despite her efforts, but here with him again, she felt safe, she felt so powerful.

"I'm only here now because of you. You gave me my strength. I couldn't leave you waiting. And - I needed to see you again."

"I've missed you, too," he smiled a sweet smile. So sweet, nothing could stop her from laying her hand on his clothed chest, hoping to steal only a small piece of whatever warmth made Eamas himself.

It was his turn to turn red, eyes fidgeting as he spoke, "I would keep my promise. But-"

Syla's blood turned cold, and without noticing, she stepped closer to him. As if he could shield her from his own words. Had he found an Aes Sedai that wanted him? Had he stayed long enough to see her, and would try an easier life now? Go back to his own home?

"But you're you," she wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth, from the Wheel itself in that moment. Yes, Syla was Syla. She was Syla. Just Syla. Just some girl who was lucky to be born in Tar Valon and probably lucky to be born at all. Her mother didn't succeed in the Tower, so how could she? How could she wait for someone to dedicate their life to hers? What could she give?

"You've become an Accepted after just three years. I'm no one. I'm no one! You need a stronger Warder than what I can give you. I'm pushing myself, but when you become an Aes Sedai, you'll need your Warder. I'll still be training."

The ice in her vein turned colder still. Her self-hatred had blinded her to his doubting himself. Too concentrated on herself to notice how he felt.

"No, no, no! Do not say that. I will never take any Warder except you. If this was by some fault of mine, but - No one, and I mean no one, could ever reach your feet in my eyes. If I'm lucky enough that you would choose me, I'd never even dream of turning down that honor."

His fidgeting stopped as he looked at her, eyes blown wide. She didn't know what to do with herself, how to communicate how much she meant what she had said. So she held on tighter to him, her other hand by his hips. Maybe if she held onto him with enough strength, he wouldn't wander into such foolish ideas again.

"Truly?"

"Truly, Eamas," he hugged her tightly and she buried her face in his chest, willing herself to concentrate only on him, his warmth, his heartbeat, his breathing. Memorize him for all the days she won't see him. "I'll take you as you are. Whatever that is, I would want no other to be my confidant, I would trust no other as I trust you. But you were always a quick learner. And I'm certain you're a formidable warrior."

He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. "I have no choice but to trust you."

Syla hummed in response, "None at all."

Oh, but she already missed him. No matter how tightly they held each other, not knowing when she would have time again to visit him haunted Syla. She could exit the Tower at her leisure now, but she still had classes to plan and teach, not to mention tutoring to attend.

"You could ask to come train in the Tower," she ventured, not knowing much of the Warders' rules. "...I want to see you more."

"I'll try to ask, they'd allow me at least once in a while," Syla smiled wide at the reassurance and earned a smile back from Eamas. "And maybe we could manage a freeday at the same time, too... Go to the places we used to go."

"See how they've changed, too. I'd like that."

Eamas pulled her back into his chest, resting his chin on her head. She almost laughed at how clingy he was being, if only she didn't want it as much. Or much, much more.

As they unwrapped themselves, Syla couldn't say how long they had clung to one another. She only knew it was far from enough. If she had her way, she'd stay in his arms until the Dragon came and left, she'd find a weave to nestle herself beneath his skin.

But the frightened look on Eamas' face pulled her from her thoughts, nodding to ask what troubled him.

"Oh, oh no... Look at your robes. I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

She looked down at her clothes, now matching his, with dirt turning white to brown. If an Aes Sedai, or even an older Accepted, saw her like this...

"And you're probably smelling of my sweat too, I'm so sorry!"

Yes, he was quite sweaty, thinking about it, but she'd rather not think too hard about just how much she didn't mind the smell of it, so she reassured him, "No, no, no. It's alright. There are weaves for cleaning. I've only practiced them in class, but I'll manage. They're very simple."

"Of course," he groaned, "oh, I'd rather you not go through whatever happens if showed up like this."

"It's not pleasant, of that, I'm sure."

It would probably, at best, involve washing all of the Aes Sedai's dirty clothing, at worst, that and a birching.

"What I hear about the Tower makes training here sound like a walk in the park..."

"A certain discipline is needed to learn to channel without danger, but... respecting the One Power is often mistaken for being the slave to the whims of older women. Who would've thought that my path would involve that again?"

"A few more years, and you'll be free. Let them try to take that from you."

"This is why I need you as my Warder, Eamas," she laughed, and he gave her his sweet smile again.

"I do need to get back in there," he sighed.

"Yes, you should probably go... I'll visit you whenever I'm free. Next time I'll know my schedule better, and we'll figure something out."

"And I'll try to get in the Tower, pass by us there when you can."

Syla nodded, biting her lip as she tried to ignore the stinging starting in her eyes. At least this time around she knew she'd see him soon, but she couldn't help but feel like she was leaving him behind, by the White Tower's gates once more.

He looked at her with a pained frown, and to her surprise, softly cupped her face, to bring his lips to her forehead. She closed her eyes as his lips remained for some seconds, burning their softness into her skin.

As Eamas pulled away, he grabbed her hand, "I'll see you soon, Syla."

Bringing her hand to his lips, they said goodbye. And as she stood there, still in a daze, she saw him vanish once more behind gates.

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 236

Trey

Last thing I want to do is end my marriage. That's never what you think about when making a stupid choice. Following up with a thought instead of thinking it through. That's where impulse gets you. To the point of a failed marriage.

"Jayla?" I say rubbing her leg.

"Where did my mother go?"

I shrug a bit. "She is about as..."

Chris comes walking into the room. "The hell wrong with you Cammies?"

"Ain't nothing wrong with me. There's only one Cammie." Cammie snaps.

"Oh yeah?" Chris says leaving back out. "Mama Cammie."

"Christopher." She snaps rolling her neck.

Chris shrugs once he is behind her back. I chuckle. Cammie and her mother do act similar to one another. Especially when mad or upset. They really look alike then. Gwen sits on the bed. She plays with her phone then she sighs heavily.

"I don't know what to say." Mama Cammie sighs.

"There's nothing to say. It was years ago."

Mama Cammie shakes her head. "Imagine someone hurting your son. You gonna feel like it's nothing? Someone needs some scars. I will be upset until I feel like I did something."

"It's too late."

"No it is not. You went to the hospital. I'm sure they did an assessment on you. I just got to find out what it said and who I need to press some charges against."

Cammie narrows her eyes at her. "You can't do that. Everyone knows… Everyone will know. No."

"Well your father... Lonnie is coming to California."

"Why did you tell him?" Cammie yells scaring Caden.

I move to her to get Caden. She swats at me holding him closer to her. Shit. I don't know what to do. I know she doesn't want me to walk out. I'm not even going to attempt to walk out.

"Better to tell Lonnie than me." Mama Cammie snaps. "I can't handle this."

"That's the problem."

Mama Cammie stands up. "I'm just so angry with you."

"Cause it's my fault?" Cammie cries.

"No. Of course not." Mama Cammie puts her hands on her hips. "You never had to go through any of this alone. I know we were close. You told me everything. I never wanted nothing but you to be the best Cammie you could. Dancing on some stage doesn't tell your whole story. All I saw was you not wanting to talk about that boy because I told you what would happen loving him. I just thought you couldn't take me saying I told you so. So I didn't say it."

"Good." Cammie snaps.

I try once again to take Caden. He wasn't liking Cammie being upset. He was ignoring every attempt she made of calming him down.

"I've dealt with... I don't know Jayla. If you never wanted me there then how could I be there?" Mama Cammie shrugs. "What do you want?"

"Nothing." Cammie says letting me take Caden.

He screams loudly. Shit. I walk around the room. Mama Cammie takes him from me. He cries loud again but calms down as she dramatically rocks him. Cammie's ass is fucking spoiled. You mad at your Mama cause she wasn't there but now you mad at her for trying to fight for you. My Jayla.

"Mama, you are a counselor. How would you help your client connect with her daughter?"

"Son, I just say some horse, you know what. They just like hearing someone neutral. They like being able to speak and someone listens."

I chuckle. "Jayla not listening to nobody."

"Jayla is Jayla." Her mother says. "I'm just mad at her for not thinking we were close to share stories. We just yell at each other. She should have been diagnosed years ago."

Cammie sucks her teeth. "With what?"

"Best baby making genes." Gwen says in a baby voice to Caden. "You so sweet."

"But I made that though."

Gwen smiles. "With Trey's help."

I chuckle. "Yeah that was me. Sweetness."

"Sugar flowing through your veins. Just freaking sweet." Cammie says cutting me an evil angry look.

"Jayla text your father and tell him not to come. He might feel unwanted and not come."

I chuckle. "I'm sure he already on the way."

Cammie randomly looks down her shirt. She grabs Lane's cup from the table and puts it in her shirt then sigh. Someone clears their throat. I don't know if it was Cammie or her mother. They were both looking at me. I chuckle to myself. A part of me was thinking damn I like Mommy titties. Leaking milk. I turn around and walk out the room. Bout to get hard in front of the wrong mama. Still tryna make her like me. That family is tough at getting close to. I walk into my mama's bedroom.

"Gwen taking your place with the boys." I say.

"I kicked that Chuckie Doll out of here." She snaps. "Bad ass little boy. Opened the gift I had for Forrest. Talking about it's for his brother."

I laugh. "That's where he got those pacifiers?"

She rolls her eyes. "Your wife is right majority of the time when it comes to her kids. Remember that. She knows what she doing. I should've learned how to beat his cute face when he was less mischievous. Not so smart."

"Cammie and her Mama had a talk."

"Good." Ma nods. "Gwen knows her daughter as well. She controls that crazy side."

I nod thinking about the conversation. "Damn were you there?"

"I already know, Tremaine. I didn't have to be there. Best thing you can do for your marriage is get those two back together. I was wrong about Cammie's mother. Just like I was wrong about Cammie. They rub you the wrong way at first."

I nod in agreement. Nothing needed. That's so true.

Rollie

"You trying to piss me off on purpose."

I turn around looking at Leah. "Who?"

She looks me up and down. "You."

"What the fuck you talking about?" I ask calmly.

"Don't worry about it."

I shrug. "Fine."

All I did was walk in the bedroom and open my suitcase. I didn't do anything else. She didn't say anything else. So what am I supposed to say to what? I'm making her mad on purpose. By walking in the room? I check my phone to be sure she didn't send me anything. I don't even know.

"Aye, come here."

"No. You can't erase stuff with your fucking charm."

I sit down facing. "Is it cause you pregnant? What is it?"

"Just leave it alone."

"Yo, come here." I say again. Still trying not to be overly aggressive which I do a lot.

She sucks her teeth then walk over to me but not close enough to touch. "What's the difference between me here and there?"

I stand up going to her. Good question. I walk into her belly on purpose. She like 7 months and it really shows how close she is to having the baby.

"What did I do?"

"Same shit you always do." She snaps. I rub her hips. She battles with herself then gives in. "I tell Jordan no or I take something from her then you come and undo me completely. Take my opinion away like I'm not her mother."

I shrug. "Oh."

"Oh?"

"I thought I did something else." I say then chuckle. "What I did today that I need to fix?"

She folds her arm. "Did you ask why her phone was in here?"

"She just said it was in here. Leah." I pause. "I don't know what she said. I told her to go get her phone."

"She was texting in some group chat with older boys and girls. I don't remember all the shit they were talking about but nobody was filtering anything."

I frown. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugs. "When did I have time, Rollie?"

"I know you did." I nod. "We have a child coming. If you doing all the parent shit alone what you need me for? Talk to me while the shit happening. You should have called me into the room before you took her phone. Now she has to be punished again when we could have done it together the first time."

"Blame it on me."

I slap her thigh then walk away. "Stop whining. I'll be back."

"Rollie?" My mom says stopping in the hallway. "While I'm already being the worst mother on the planet, I minus well talk to you. You probably feel like I did you wrong as well. Well I didn't. But I do want to say that you are being selfish by holding something against me that's your fault. I mean... what I'm saying is I won't take back what I said about you running the streets trying to get yourself killed. You made the decision to continue running the streets instead of getting your life together."

She pauses, maybe for a response. I'm not sure why cause ain't shit to say.

"You could have been anything more than a convicted felon. I never wanted you to limit yourself to that. Your father wouldn't have it. But anyway. I really want to be in your life. You are still my baby boy. My only son. My first child. The first person I knew I would have and love forever. Nobody was there for you more than me your whole life. So yeah... I'm a bitch I know. But you aren't too far from the block in a male sense. You just stubborn."

I shrug. "Okay."

"Okay, nothing Rollie." She snaps.

"So what do you want?" I shrug. These fucking women.

She giggles. "A hug."

I frown my face. A fucking hug? "Okay, Cheesy."

I hug her short ass. I don't know who this lady is that wants to work on her fucking attitude. Never has she wanted to work with people to correct the shit her ass has done. But she saying let's forget the shit in the past. I'm okay with that. I do want her to be in my child's life. She was a great mother. Like she said she was always there for me when I was doing right. I'm just getting my damn life together.

"I can make you feel better and be a man about mine. I should have listened to you. Finished high school and went to college."

"You aren't even 40. You can be everything you could have been at 20." She smiles patting my back. "I'm sorry we had to go through so much to undo a broken heart. I should have just... I don't know. Don't know what I should have done."

I hug her tighter. My mother was probably 5'5 with 6' heels. I look down at her teeth. Top of her head came to my shoulders and she had on shoes. I never thought about what I would do if my mother came to me apologetic or whatever the hell she calls this. Didn't expect it. But she my mama at the end of the day and I would go broke paying someone else to wipe her ass if she needed it. I guess we all growing up.

"Are we done here? You soft."

She walks away abruptly. I don't know about this suddenly redemption shit. It's all good though. Like I said I want her in my child's life. She fucking spoils Lane and he adores her like his other grandma. So I can try.

"Why are you standing in the hallway, Rollie? I just knew you weren't doing what you should have been." Leah whines. "Can you get my food from the front door?"

"Yeah." I say walking away. "Then do what?"

She sucks her teeth. "Get your daughter."

"Oh." I say walking away then cutting my eyes back towards her.

When she became my daughter? Before we was mad about her being my daughter. Now she calling her that. Jordan sees me coming and hides.

"I heard what mommy said. Don't come get me."

"Go to your mother." I say walking to the front.

She whines. "She won't listen. She just yells."

"I'm coming in there. Give me that phone then go stand near the door. Wait for me."

"You said I could get it." She whines.

"Don't make this hard on us."

She stomps out the room leaving her phone on the couch. I sigh.

"Get back in here. I said give it to me."

"Not fair." She whispers.

I take the phone from her. "Stop acting."

Know she doesn't get in trouble. Might get this piece of shit taken for a night. She has a damn tablet anyway. I walk to the front door and take the food. She could have told me it wasn't paid for. I go dig through Cammie's purse and take a 50 dollar bill from a stack. Look at this shit. Fucking rich ass. I'll tell her. Maybe.

[mojesticworlds]

Wedding Bell Promises

Draco Malfoy X OC

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Reader's Insight: Ginny and Maeve Weasley are twins, who at the age of six promised to be the maid of honour at each other's weddings, come hell or high water.

During the Battle against the Dark Lord Voldermort, Maeve pushed Ginny out of the way of a killing curse, however she wasn't so lucky herself.

It was quiet.

It was stale.

It was dim.

It was... Saint Mungo's?

I stared into the darkness for a moment before I pushed my hands against the stiff gurney and forced myself to sit up. There was light peering through under the closed door, my eyes spotted my bedside table which held a green and gold leather bound book, my wand laying in a box with green silk and a dark red gown hung on the wall inbetween the table and the wall.

Confused and a tad bit nervous I reached out and picked up my wand and book, the lights flickering to life as I waved my wand and looked at the book marked page.

Dear Maeve,

It's almost been three years now since the battle which we both lost Fred and you.

George misses Fred so much, he says I don't understand what it's like to lose my twin as you're still technically here, but I can't help but feel like you're both gone and here at the same time. George apologised as soon as he said it of course, he's still struggling to live without as I am with you, but at least we have one another to grieve, even if it's for different reasons.

Harry bought you your maid of honour dress... I told him he didn't have to as the doctors said you showed no signs of waking up anytime soon - or at all. He's been amazing, he's helped mum and dad rebuild the Burrow, we've even bought the land next to it and built a little house for ourselves, he was insistent that we build a one bedroom cottage for you too. He believes you'll wake up, he's even gotten along with Draco Malfoy as they've been organising physical therapy for you!

I invited Draco to our wedding, in not sure if he'll come as he has kept to himself mainly. I know everyone is still unsure about the Malfoy's, but for you I am hoping he comes.

I miss you. I really do. I know everyone says it gets easier but it doesn't. Everyday I am reminded that you aren't here with me. I have failed you, I should've been the one that's in a coma.

I also... I'll just say it. I hate you, I hate what you did, I can't help it I'm so sorry. I hate that I hate you, but I can't stop it. You shouldn't have pushed me out of the way. I should've paid more attention! I failed you! I was meant to look after you!

I'm sorry Maeve.

I'm so fucking sorry.

The diary felt like it was laced with Basilisk venom. I dropped it onto the bed, which then bounced and hit the floor with a loud 'thud'. Looking around the room I see touches of my family to it, a blanket and pillow on the chairs that mum had knitter, little gadgets and pictures from their life events, pictures of babies even! Pushing the blanket off of me I threw my legs over the side of the bed and dropped down.

My hands had to hold me up as my legs felt weak and jelly-like. I noticed a slightly open door next to the dress, which appeared to be a bathroom. Pushing against the furniture and walls I managed to enter the bathroom, only to come face to face with a mirror.

I stared back at myself. I knew it was me - Even though it looked like Great Grandma Rowanina, I had grown older and filled out more, the only thing that stayed the same was my height. Which is slightly annoying as that meant I was still the shortest Weasley.

My hands tugged on the paper thing hospital gown and I span the knobs on the wall to quickly shower in attempt to wash the sterile smell off of myself and to attempt to process what Ginny's diary entry had said.

Three years? I can't remember anything other than heading off into battle against Voldermort. I slower climb into the wide tub and let the shower water pour over me. I closed my eyes, my mind was blank as I scrambled for anything else, but I couldn't. I couldn't think of anything.

Ginny, she hates for me for something I can't even remember, Fred... Fred had...died... A sob clawed its way through me as I began crying. I'd never be able to say goodbye, or go to his funeral, I don't know who else is dead or who is alive. Who else is married? Who has children? How old am I? 19 years? Older? How long ago had Ginny written in the diary?

"Freddie..." I cried.

The water soon got cold. Heaving myself over the tub I stumbled to the only other clothing that looked like it'd fit me, the maid of honour dress. I pulled the soft fabric over my head and found plastic sealed slippers in the cupboard.

I walked out of the corridor and to the main lobby of the hospital before I waved my wand and appeared on the road that leads to the Burrow. Shuffling I slowly made my way home.

There was music in the distance, and many voices, slowly the rebuilt Burrow was in front of me and I stared into the lit up house. It was different, more structuraly sound, I suppose. The voices weren't coming from the house though, the more steps I took the more easier I found walking.

There was a large tent in the distance I hurried my way to it, suspension and nervous fear bubbling in my chest as I reached it.

"Attention, attention you lot! I have something to say!" I heard my dad's voice call out and everything went silent. "I just want to thank you all for coming tonight, I want to thank you all for being family and supporting us through thick and thin. Without you lot we wouldn't be where we are today!"

I reached the opening and looked inside. Dad stood in a suit, holding a glass of bubbling liquid in front of him.

"Harry, my dear lad, I want to thank you for everything you have done for my family. Even if you weren't marrying my daughter, you'd still be apart of this family and will always be our son. Everything you've done and everything you will do, no matter what we will always be proud of you. You will always have a place in the Burrow."

I took a few steps into the tent, watching my father and everyone else watch him. Everyone looked so different, yet the same all at the same time.

"Ginny, I am so proud of the young woman you have become today and I know that you will be amazingly career driven seeing as you have been offered your dream job, just this morning!"

I stared at Ginny, her hair was pinned beautifully up, she wore a beautiful white gown that could've been worn by a princess. My eyes spotted a familiar necklace around her neck though, one old and clashed with her outfit. My hand touched my neck, instantly realised she was wearing my locket on her wedding day, my eyes began to get wet as my dad continued.

"You are a exceptional and beautiful young lady now, and I can't help but see the little girl who would talk my ear off about how cute Harry Potter is!"

"Dad!" Ginny cut in, face going red as she looked at Harry in embarassment.

"I am excited to see what you will do next, I will missing having you lot around and I know both Fred and Maeve are watching you now. They're so proud of you. We all are. And before I start crying and Molly decides to pull me off of the podium, Cheers to the Potter's!"

"To the Potter's!"

"To Fred and Maeve!" Harry yelled, raising his glass after everyone had a drink if there's.

"To Fred and Maeve!"

Everyone yelled once more before taking a sip of their drinks. Dad finally looked away from Ginny and Harry and looked out to everyone who were happily chatting to everyone. His eyes landed on my instantly and he dropped his champagne glass.

"Good grief Arthur! Have you already met your limit?" Someone laughed nearby. Mum stood and quickly attempted to sponge up the spillage and glasses.

"Arthur what's got into you? Arthur?" Mum said as everyone continued to celebrate. "Arthur?"

"Dad?" Ginny said, standing to reach out and touch his arm. "What is it?" She turned and saw me. "May?"

An hush quickly fell over the tent as everyone turned to look at me, standing at the opening of the tent in a brides maid dress and hospital slippers.

"May?" Mum cried out and threw herself over the table - Which was somewhat terrifying as I've never seen her move so quickly. "May!" She cried out before crushing me into a hug. "Oh my god! You're here! It's really you!" She wept as I held onto her for dear life.

"Mum, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened-"

"May!" I felt dad hug me as well, both of my parents holding onto each other as they cried and held onto me for dear life. "You're okay!"

Before I knew it, it appeared everyone was surrounding us and holding onto each other. A see of red hair speckled with a few other colours.

Ginny gently pushed her way to in front of me, grabbing my cheeks and looking into my eyes. "It's really you..."

"Yeah, sorry about that," I say cheekily before she wrapped her arms around my neck and sobbed into my hair.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!"

"Gin, it's not your fault-"

"You pushed me out of the way of the killing curse May! You took it for me! How dare you!" She pulled back and hit my head.

"I'm sorry! I don't remember!"

She looked at me with a watery smile. "You made me worry, May... I was so scared that I lost you."

"That's what you get for being the older twin," I say while sticking my tongue out at her. "Look at you though?! You're absolutely gorgeous!" I yelled as I pulled back, staring at her as we continued to hold hands. "Gin... Do you still hate me?"

"Never," she pulled me into another hug. "I wrote those things because I was upset because I thought I lost you. Harry kept saying you'll come back though, you were never the one to break your promises after all."

My head snapped to Harry who stood amongst the Weasley's. "If you break her bloody heart mate, I'll make you regret it."

"Wouldn't count on it," he says while giving me a wink. "Not after you made me bald."

"Oh no! Harry, Draco went home after the ceremony!" Ginny gasped as she re-pulled back into her hug.

"George and Percy have already gone to drag him back, don't you worry," mum said as she looks at me. "I just, I can't believe your back dear." She kissed my cheek.

"I'm glad to be back, mum. Ginny, sorry for ruining your wedding-" I say as I realised I disrupted the celebration.

She smacked my shoulder. "Don't be, we made a promise, remember?"

I nod. "... Did you cut the cake yet though?" She rolled her eyes and laced her fingers with mine before dragging me over to the large table and pushed me onto the empty seat beside her.

"Back to the celebrations everyone!"

The wedding's celebration dial went from a 100 to 1,000. Alcohol was pouring quickly and frequently, everyone was rowdy and dancing like their favourite Quidditch team just won the World cup after a bad streak.

I sat quietly watching it all, feeling oddly tired and out of place. Ginny and Harry held each other close as they slow danced, ignoring everyone dancing like crazy people around them to the high tempo song that was playing.

"She visited you every day, May," mum said quietly as she sat down next to me, watching Harry.

"I feel like I've missed so much, mum."

"Your - Draco, he bought a journal so every visit you'd write something that has happened, so when you wake up you could read it and not miss anything."

A cold chill when down my spine. "I assume we won?" I asked nervously.

"We did," she mused.

"Thank god," I nodded and watched George walk over to us.

"He wasn't at the manor, the house elves said he left quickly and no one knows where he went."

"He'll turn up soon, I'll leave you two to talk."

George slowly took mums empty seat and we sat in silence. "Georgie, I'm sorry..."

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're okay," George said as he places a arm around my shoulder. "Hey, don't cry."

"I can't believe he's gone," I say as I my eyes began to well up again.

"I forgot that you probably just learner this," George said quietly as he pushed my head onto his neck. "Don't worry, I'll always be here for you May, I'll even do the old swap-a-roo if you ever need to talk to Fred."

I held onto him tightly. "I'm sorry that i-"

"If you apologise for being in a coma I swear to god I will make you bald just like we made Harry bald," George warned.

My hand pressed against my eyes as I attempted to force the tears to go away. "You're home now, that's all that matters," George says as he buried his head into my hair. I will never tell anyone that I felt his tears as they made their way to my skin. "Oh cheer up, May! We're at a wedding for god sake! Come on, dance with me!"

"You may need to drag me," I say as he pulls me to my feet.

"Just stand on my shoes, shortie, just like old times."

I laughed at George danced awkwardly as I stood on his shoes. "Molly! Maeve is gone!" I heard a desperate voice yell.

George stopped and we looked over at mum who grabbed ahold of a red faced Malfoy. "The hospital is on lockdown, they don't know where May is! Her wand is missing!"

"I know Draco, loo-"

"We need to begin a search party - I'll head to the ministry, you can stay here, I'll handle everything. I'll get her back-"

"Draco!" Mum reached up and grabbed his chin to force it on my direction. His eyes fell onto me, and I felt like I was hit my a train.

He's different. He's grown up. He wore a lovely dark grey suit and he appeared to be slightly wider and more toned than the last time we met. He also looks like he's grown too, the bastard.

He let go of up and suddenly I was picked off of George and into the arms of Draco.

"Oh my god, May, I can't believe you're okay."

"Draco? I'm sorry," I held onto him.

"I've missed you so much! I've visited every single day! I wrote day everything that's happened, I know it's a lot to take in but I thought you should-"

Impatiently I pulled on his tie and sealed his lips with mine before I pull back and rest my nose on his. "I missed you," he said as his eyes watered. "I missed you so much. I'm sorry we argued before the battle, I'm sorry I'm such a idiot, I love you May. Please forgive me."

"Always Draco, as long as you forgive me for being in a coma," I say while giving him a cheeky smile.

"Always!"

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Miss Weasley."