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Special sneak peek at Chapter 80 Zach and Fawley section which I'm sure was annoying to wait for... but here's some of their section. I just couldn't finish 80 quick enough.

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FYI - Not the full section... just thought you needed to know what happened.

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Zach was curled up on the floor in his room in pain. He couldn't find release. His hand was killing him, and he never wanted to beat off, again. It had been nearly ten days since he last saw Fawley, and it took everything not to crawl back to him... or Zabini... or the hospital. His father had nearly Crucioed him trying to figure out what was wrong, but Zach knew there was no taking back those words, once he spoke them. He would be disinherited, Zabini would be facing a trial and Fawley would be on his friend's side.

He didn't want that. He wanted to be at Fawley's side in every respect. He sniffled as he tried to think of Fawley to find release from the curse. But he couldn't. I ruined it, he lamented. He didn't know what happened. He remembered his dream before he snapped... that was just as real as anything he had felt. His father punishing him and yelling that he was a worthless failure. That he was going to die on the streets without him. In his dream, his father had him pinned against the wall. He figured about Fawley, that they were together, and his father was going to torture him... them and kill Fawley.

He couldn't snap out of it. That fear... of his father, of losing Fawley, of losing everything. He thought that when Fawley said... when he said... going home... Fawley meant his home. He panicked. He wanted to escape, to convince Fawley not to out him or take him home. Hogwarts, everything was safer at Hogwarts, he rationalized. His father couldn't reach him there. But he had attacked Fawley. Zach didn't even know that he was capable of it, but Fawley pressed the one point that terrified him: his father.

Words never came easy and all he could think about was the idea that his father would find out. He shuddered, thinking of what his father would have done if Fawley had come home, with him. Fucking hell, he was headed straight into another anxiety attack. He took deep breaths and his massaged his member in some hope that he could get an hour of respite. He hadn't tracked down Asher for more potions, yet. He didn't want to be under their drawl, again. But he would need to... if he expected to function at school.

He even considered going to Zabini, now that there wasn't an audience, but he had gone home. Presumably to the Widowmaker's house. No fucking way. Word had spread that anyone who had touched Blaise in previous years had been branded for it. Zach didn't want to be any more of a blip on his mother's radar. He always picked the safer option, the less chance of getting hurt. He didn't even know if Fawley would still keep his word about Wayne and the others. He supposed that once he was outed, there was no point to withhold the apology to Zabini. There wasn't any point for anything right now.

There was a single, unending conflict echoing through his head. It had always been there, but he had staved it off. He only had two choices to survive: his father or Fawley. He had tried holding on to both... it was safer, right? But he knew it would backfire when one figured out the other and he'd be forced to pick sides. Fawley had chosen it for him or, rather, Zach had pushed Fawley into choosing it. Zach was at home where he belonged, under his father's thumb. He could embrace his father's way. All he had to do was tell him... what? And lie? Lie about the curse, his preferences and Fawley?

But Zach didn't want to lie anymore. He wanted Fawley. He wanted to leave this room, this house, this life and stay with Fawley forever. Maybe it took coming home to see it... that there was no having it both ways. It was his father or Fawley. Simple choice really. Both his father and Fawley ruled him with absolute power. But it was love versus fear, and Zach knew what he wanted. Safety. But it was over, he sobbed. Fawley was angry... he had hit him. Fought against him. Could he apologize for doing that?

He wanted so much to write to Fawley, but just couldn't. Every time it burned, was so hard. What if he said no? And his father would probably stop the letter, as he was that controlling. He couldn't risk his father finding out before he left home. So, how could he apologize? He didn't know his floo address. He knew where the Fawley estate was, but... he couldn't just show up, could he? Show up and beg forgiveness in front of Fawley's family and whoever else was in attendance at the Fawley mansion. It was New Year's Eve. New beginnings.

Zach lifted his head. He had to try. Beg... explain... anything. He didn't want to be a pureblood heir, with fake power and superiority complex anymore. He'd do anything to escape his father. That dream he had, was just a dream. His father couldn't hurt Fawley. Even the Death Eaters avoided trending on Fawley's father's territory. Fawley could protect him from his father. But he had to know... because, he decided right then that today was the last day that he would step foot in his father's house. He had to escape.

Luckily, his father had never kept him under lock and key. Probably because Zach had never threatened or tried to run. His father didn't think he was bold enough for even that. He didn't bring his broom, so flying was out. He couldn't use the floo, but maybe... just maybe, he could Apparate. He was in so much pain though. He slowly got up, limping from the pain in his groin, but focused on his task. He only put on his robes... he didn't want anything from his father. He hadn't brought anything anyway.

He walked out of his house to the edge of the property and focused his mind, with difficulty. The stabbing pain from his cursed dick was distracting, but he wanted to reach Fawley. He remembered Fawley's entrance gates. He focused and turned into his Apparation. He landed in front of the snow-covered gates and, sure enough, there was a large party going on, that he didn't have an invitation for. He tried to open the gates, but they tinged and gave him a nasty shock. Stupid, he chastised himself.

"Freeze!" a voice suddenly growled from behind him. "Don't reach for your wand or we will curse!"

Zach put up his hands and should have guessed someone as powerful as Fawley's dad had ex-Auror hit wizards as security. There were two of them: a witch and wizard.

"On your knees," the wizard ordered briskly.

He dropped down slowly, wincing from the pain as his dick was still aching for attention. Fawley's mansion was more north than his house was, so there were a few inches of snow on the ground. It was cold on his legs and the security goons didn't seem to care.

"What are you doing skulking around out here?" the witch growled, wand at the ready.

"I-I'm here to see Fawley," he whispered, still keeping his hands up.

"Name?" the wizard grunted.

"Zach... Zacharias Smith."

"Your name is not on the guest list, tonight," he responded, in a scripted voice. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Fawley is not allowing for any uninvited guests this evening at his family gathering. If you need to make an appointment...."

Zach gushed out, "No! I-"

But the wizard cut him off, impatiently, "Son, you're not getting in!"

"No... Faw-Keith... Keith Fawley! I want to... I need to see him, please!" he pleaded, desperate to make them understand.

"Mr. Fawley's son?" the witch asked, a little surprised.

"Yes!" he rasped, shaking from the cold and anxiety.

"And who are you?"

"I'm his..." Zach paused, unsure of how to finish that. "...we go to school together."

The wizard hissed under his breath and the witch growled, "It's you. You're the reason? Aren't you? We'd best tell 'im, Clyde."

"I'll tell him," he grumbled and disappeared with a Pop.

"Put your hands down, kid," she said, resentment in her voice.

He slowly did and just stayed kneeling. The snow was numbing the pain. The witch did not ask him any more questions, which meant that she was extremely professional or hated him. Zach was always fine with not talking. It felt like forever, but the wizard, Clyde, came back. Zach reluctantly looked up.

"I'm sorry, but he has refused your request. Do not try to enter the property or the Aurors will be called, do you understand?" Clyde barked.

Zach nodded and whispered, "I'll stay here."

Both of them were taken aback by that declaration and witch sighed, "It's freezing out here. Just go home. We aren't going to let you get in. The wards will trigger if you try."

"I can't get through the wards," Zach said, knowing it was hard enough to Apparate. "I'll wait."

"He said no, kid!" Clyde growled.

"Smith, was it? I could owl your father," the witch said, almost softly.

Zach flinched. "Please, don't. I'm not... I just... let me stay. I need to."

They both sighed, but after another stern warning to try anything, they left. Zach waited... and waited. He knew an hour had passed, as he heard a distant grandfather clock chime. Two hours until midnight. He was shivering badly, but stayed kneeling on the ground, in the snow. He couldn't feel his hands or his feet anymore. At least, the snow had numbed the pain of the curse, but unfortunately, it was numbing everything else, too. He knew that death was possible, but he was at Fawley's door. He was safety. He wouldn't abandon him.

Zach knew that he had to show Fawley how sorry he was. He would wait all night until Fawley gave his final word. Fawley always liked it when he waited. This was his last chance. Zach didn't know if he could handle living like this any longer.

He was doubled over, his arms cinched to his chest under him, when the Crack! came. It took a lot to glance up and confirm that Fawley had indeed come. He was standing over him, only two feet away. Zach didn't care about how cold and numb he was, he immediately put his hands in the snow in front of Fawley in supplication. This was his one and only chance.

"I'm s-sor-r-y-y," he stuttered, his teeth clattering from the cold and shakes. "F-F-Fawley, I'm s-s-sorry. I'm s-s-sorry." He could only sob after that. He reached out and touched the hem of his robes.

Fawley mumbled some words and warmth spread through his body. His limbs unfroze and it was almost painful as the blood started recirculating. Plus, the curse pain immediately settled back in. Zach didn't move or cry out. He wasn't here for pain relief, he was here to make amends. He needed Fawley to forgive him. He kept apologizing and didn't look up at him. Fawley sighed, stepped over him, bent down and hooked his arms under Zach's legs. He slowly flipped him over and lifted him up at the same time.

Zach was in his arms and his face pressed up and into his chest. He could see Fawley was looking down at him. Thankfully, it wasn't anger or pity on his face. It was concern. Zach's weak fingers clenched his robes and he faintly hoped that Fawley would forgive him.

"You lost some weight. Did you eat at all?" Fawley asked, now annoyed.

Don't lie, Zach told himself. He shook his head and turned into Fawley's chest.

"Damnit, Zach," he grumbled. "Hold on. I haven't Side-Alonged anyone before."

Zach trusted him and let Fawley take him wherever he wanted to. He was his, if he would have him. Zach was pulled into the whirlwind and reappeared in a dark room. Zach knew immediately it was Fawley's and he shuddered. Fawley placed him on the bed and cast another warming spell to get the last vestiges of the cold out of him. He sat on the bed next to him and stroked his cheek. Zach couldn't help but stare up at him, his apologies still on his lips.

"Reya," Fawley whispered.

Zach was confused, until a house elf appeared. "Young master?"

"Please bring us a bowl of soup and nutrient potion," he asked, quietly and the house elf disappeared.

Fawley looked back down at him and Zach couldn't say anything. His sore, cramped fingers found Fawley's robes, again, and tugged, wordlessly pleading for help.

"Zach... what am I going to do with you?" he murmured, almost to himself.

Tears came out and Zach gripped his fine robes harder. "I'm sorry... Fawley... I'm so sorry."

Fawley grimaced and caressed his cheek, again. "I know."

Crack! The house elf returned and squeaked, "Here is your items, young master."

Fawley leaned over to accept the bowl and vial. "Thank you, Reya."

The house elf bowed and vanished. Fawley brought the vial to his lips and Zach dutifully swallowed the vile potion. But when Fawley brought the spoon to his mouth, Zach turned away. He didn't want to eat. He wanted to know if Fawley was going to forgive him. There was no point if he didn't.

"Come on, Zach. You need to eat."

More tears came out. "Fawley... please... I'm sorry."

"Is it the curse?" he asked.

Zach winced at the reminder, but no, he wanted Fawley's reassurance more than pain relief. Though it hurt a lot more now that he brought it up.

"Did you even bring the ring?"

Zach shook his head and flipped over his hand to show Fawley the burns when he tried to grab it. He couldn't touch it. Fawley sighed, mumbled something about Blaise, and healed them. He massaged out his cramps, too. His hope was building, more.

"Did you leave it in the room on the table?" he asked, and Zach nodded.

"Reya?" he called, again, and she reappeared. "I apologize, could you go to my room at Hogwarts? There's a ring on the table that I really need."

"Yes! I will do that!" she said and apparated away.

"I'll make sure dad goes her extra time off for this. Of course, she's always happy to help me," Fawley muttered, and looked at him. His hand once, again, stroked his face.

Zach could see pain in his eyes and he wasn't sure what it was for. Pain that he missed him? Or pain that he wasn't going to forgive him? Zach realized that Fawley had Reya go get it, rather than do it himself. But if Fawley put it on... that meant he had to take it off.

Reya returned and presented it to Fawley. "Is that all, young master?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Is young master coming downstairs? It's an hour until midnight."

"No, I won't be. Please tell my... fa-brother. Tell Logan, please."

"I will!" she squeaked.

"And please lock the door on your way out."

She nodded and disappeared. Zach was shaking, again and looked away. He was locked in with him... for at least an hour. He started sobbing and his fingers clenched his robes, again. Fawley took a deep breath and his hand forced Zach to look up at him.

"Zach... do you want me to put it on?"

Zach's jaw trembled and clamped shut. Why were words always so hard? He shook his head. He had to know. He'd rather have the pain, to prove to Fawley that it wasn't what he came for. Part of him even wanted the pain to punish himself for what he had done.

Fawley just stared at him, a little in shock by his refusal. "Zach? You were out there for nearly two hours."

He shook his head and looked at him, tears still forming. "I'm sorry," he managed out.

Fawley grimaced, almost unsure of what to do. "Zach, you're in pain. I know you are."

Zach slowly sat up and Fawley eased back a little, but they were still only a foot apart. His eyes flickered back and forth until they met Fawley's warm eyes.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. He didn't know how to say it any other way.

Fawley's shoulders dropped slightly and his hand took Zach's. "Is it my forgiveness you want?"

Zach gave a little sob and nodded. "I'm sorry... please... I didn't mean to...."

Fawley wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to his chest. "Shhh... I forgive you. And-And I want you to forgive me, too," Fawley whispered and Zach stopped crying. "Zach, I'm sorry, too. I...reacted... badly. I'm so sorry for leaving you... like that."

Zach leaned back to look into his eyes, shocked. What was he saying?

"I'm sorry... I didn't realize that you were... that you weren't there. I know now that you weren't trying to hurt me."

Zach pushed his head forward and put it under Fawley's chin. "I never did... I swear I was just... scared."

Fawley's hand cupped his cheek. "Zach? Can you forgive me?"

Zach just nodded, tears gushed out as he pressed into his face into Fawley's chest. "Are we... I can stay with you?"

Fawley didn't answer and Zach started shaking. Fawley sighed. "Calm down, Zach. Of course, you can stay here. But there needs to be... changes."

"Anything," Zach whispered and he meant, anything. He'd do anything for him.

Fawley's eyes were staring at him. "Zach... it was your dream, right? You were trapped in your dream."

Zach started trembling. He didn't want to remember it, again.

"Will you tell me what it was? What made you so scared and trapped in the dream?"

Anything, Zach repeated mentally. Fawley was his future, his only future. It didn't matter if it hurt him. "It-It was my father. H-He found out... and he-he hurt..." Zach paused, unable to say 'us'. "...you. I-I thought that... you meant... home. M-My home." He buried his face back into Fawley's chest.

He immediately hugged him. "Shhh... thank you for telling me. I'm so sorry that I didn't... see that you were still trapped in that dream. I'm sorry that I hurt you when you were scared and confused."

"It's okay," he muttered.

"No, it's not. But Zach... I won't let your father hurt you or me."

"I know."

"I'll make sure that he never finds out," Fawley vowed.

Zach shook his head. There was no going back. "I don't care. I choose you."

Fawley pushed him back a bit. "Zach? What do you mean?"

"I don't want to go home, ever," Zach said, staring at his chest. He was hoping with everything he had that Fawley would support him.

Fawley's eyes were still analyzing him. "Zach... is that why you never wrote me back? Never tried to call? He was stopping you?"

Back? Maybe his father did stop his letters, but that wasn't important. Zach whispered, "I was scared he'd... find out. Trap me at home."

"So, you managed to escape your father?"

"No... I... just left."

Fawley sighed, obviously losing patience. "Zach? What do you mean?"

"I... made a choice. I walked out. I choose you."

Fawley was quiet for a few minutes. Zach was shaking, praying that he would take him back... be like they were. Fawley said, "Me? You pick me over your father?"

Zach nodded.

"You're afraid of him? Of what he will do to you?"

He nodded, again.

"Of course, I'll protect you, Zach. I'll always keep you safe. We don't have to do anything. We can just use the cuff to reset the curse."

Zach met his eyes and shook his head. "I don't want to just... I don't want it."

Fawley raised an eyebrow.

"I want... this... please."

"Sex?" Fawley clarified.

Zach nodded, blushing. "Everything."

"You really want to... jump back into it?" he sounded a little uncertain.

"Yes, Fawley... please..." he begged.

Fawley smiled and his hand hovered over Zach's clothes, but didn't touch him. He was seeking permission. Zach made to stand up and Fawley eased off the bed to make room. Zach lowered his robes and Fawley copied him. Then he took his shirt, trousers and pants off. They were both naked and Zach was standing in front of him, ready.

"We can start off slow, okay?" Fawley whispered, trying to put him at ease.

Zach shook his head and lowered his eyes. "No, I don't want it to be soft."

Fawley's eyebrows rose up. "Zach?"

"I like it when you... I want to make amends," Zach mumbled, unable to articulate what he really wanted.

"You don't have to..." Fawley started, but paused as Zach met his eyes

He was trying to convey with everything that he wanted him to just take charge, willing him to erase the past two weeks. He just wanted to please Fawley and show how sorry he really was. He wanted to earn his forgiveness.

Fawley raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Amends, huh?" Fawley purred.

Zach shivered. He was beyond ready for this. "Please...."

"Amends for what?" he whispered, seductively. "For keeping us apart for two weeks?"

Zach's lips opened, but he only nodded. Fawley hadn't given him permission to speak. Fucking hell, this is what Zach wanted, and he could come right, now, just with Fawley's tone.

Fawley stepped forward, closer. His hands ghosted over his skin. "I've been alone this whole time. You didn't answer my letters... you kept me waiting... alone. Amends? I think you mean... punishment."

Holy, Helga, Zach whimpered. Oh,how he longed to hear those words. 

He he... sorry no smut for you! I'll try to finish the other parts as soon as possible!