Gwen looked at Graves thoughtfully. Lucille was actually purring in his lap while he idly stroked her back.

She hadn't liked him at first, Gwen remembered. Every time he would try to pet her the cat would back off, black hair standing on end. She simply didn't want to be close to him, which was odd since Lucille liked everyone.

And now the cat had done a complete turn-around and was making nice with the man Gwen was falling back in love with...

But was she falling in love with him?

He was leaving tingly trails up and down her arms when he gave her back rubs. He made her giggle when she least expected. And he was growing more snuggly by the day.

They spent most evenings cuddled on her bed, chatting about the day's events. His very touch was comforting.

She hadn't realized it, but she was more mature around him. Harry brought out a youthful exuberance, but Graves grounded her, helped her to see things clearly through adult eyes. She had been good for him too. He had lightened up some; he had hope.

He was a Slytherin with a heart of gold that seemed to sparkle especially bright when Gwen was nearby.

To be Continued in Episode Eighty One