There's no end to the love you can give
when you change your point of view to underfoot
very good
you may be flat but you're breathing

Delilah sat in front of the Great Lake, her teary eyes shimmering and her pale skin milky against the moonlight.

How did it come to this?

You deserved it. You should have listened to him.

But he said he would love me no matter what.

He does love you.

Then why would he do this to me?

He had his reasons.

"Delilah?" A voice broke her out of his thoughts.

Delilah stiffened in fear.

What if it's him?

Then you'll face him.

Delilah whipped around and immediately relaxed. It wasn't him. It was Draco.

And there's no doubt he's at home in his room
probably watching porn of you from the fall
it's last call
and you're the last one leaving

"Delilah." Draco said again.

"Yeah?" Delilah replied.

"I have a bottle of fire whiskey." Draco told her.

"Great. I could use a drink." Delilah told him. "And a smoke if you have one."

Draco pulled out a cigarette and handed it to her. She lit it with her wand.

Draco sat down next to her he opened the bottle and took a swig then handed it to Delilah. Delilah did the same.

"So what's wrong? Is it Zabini?" He asked softly.

Delilah pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She nodded then took a long drag.

"What did he do to you?"

"The same thing he always does. I thought he would change. After I…" Delilah trailed off.

"After you what?" Draco questioned.

Delilah took another sip of the fire whiskey.

"After… after I gave myself to him."

"Oh, Delilah, why?" Draco shook his head.

And you thought you could change the world
by opening your legs
well it isn't very hard
try kicking them instead
and you thought you could change his mind
by changing your perfume to the kind his mother wore
o god Delilah why?
I never met a more impossible girl...

"I thought he would change." Delilah let out a small cry.

Draco just shook his head. Delilah took a long drag and let the smoke burn her lungs.

"He'll never change. Don't you understand?"

Delilah put out her cigarette.

"He will. He loves me."

"No he doesn't. And you can't keep taking him back!"

"He does too! And I can too! I love him! And he…" then Delilah's voice dropped, as she looked ground, "loves me too."

Draco stood up quickly. "NO HE DOESN'T!"

Delilah stood up. "Yes he does. Draco I'm in love!"

"No you're not. He uses you and you keep going back. He cheats on you and beats you! God! Stop fooling yourself! You are so impossible! If you go back again he's just going to keep hurting you!"

"He does not cheat on me!"

"So was he all over Parkinson in the Common Room?"

"You are lying." Delilah gasped.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because…" She looked for excuses. "Because you are just jealous!"

"Of what?"

"That I'm in love!"

"YOU ARE CRAZY!"

"NO I AM NOT! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Delilah screamed than ran the other way.

"Delilah!" Draco called after her.

Draco had been Delilah's friend since they were little. They used to run around together and though once school started they started to grow apart a little Draco always made time for her.

In this same bar where you slammed down your hand
and said "Amanda, I'm in love"
no you're not
you're just a sucker for the ones who use you
and it doesn't matter what I say or do
the stupid bastard's going to have his way with you...

Delilah ran up to her room and flung herself on her bed crying lightly until there was a tap at her window. Her stomach tightened as she recognized the owl as Blaise's. She opened the window and the owl dropped the letter and flew away. Delilah closed the window and stared at the letter before opening it.

Meet me in my room now.

Delilah ran to the bathroom and reapplied her make-up so Blaise wouldn't be able to tell she was crying and the hesitantly headed to Blaise's room.

Delilah tapped on the door.

"Come in." Blaise's voice answered.

Delilah slowly opened the door.

"Have you been telling anybody about our er, meetings?" Blaise asked in a pseudo-sweet tone.

"No." Delilah lied.

"You're lying. Liars need to be punished."