A/N: I don't own Harry Potter sadly. I do however own the plot for this story and and outside characters I create! Please review telling me if you think this should stay a one-shot or if I should make it into a story! I have a lot of great ideas and a general outline done for this!

Radiant sunlight poured through Olivia's large room, rousing her from her restless slumber that had become normal for her in the past few weeks. She stretched, covering her eyes from this intensity of the sun's rays before gasping as her heart contracted painfully in her chest. She let out a small cry of pain as her hands jerked to clutch at her torso just over her aching heart. She'd become used to this, every morning started out the same: a single moment of bliss in the moment she moved from sleep to consciousness followed immediately by the flood of raw memories and that now-familiar shot of pain through her shaking upper body.

The accustomed sting of tears bit at her eyes as she relayed the same thought she had over and over, Draco cheated on me. He never loved me and never will. I've wasted years of my life on a man who doesn't even deserve it. She cursed herself internally for allowing her to be so incredibly naïve and stupid, it was Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake! He was the biggest twat she'd ever seen at Hogwarts! But you love him, and you know that's not entirely true. The little voice of truth echoed in the back of her mind that she'd grown to hate with a passion as vast as her complicated relationship with the Slytherin boy said voice was so often directed towards.

She covered her face with her small hands, palms covering her eyes and slender fingers scratching lightly against the skin of her forehead and bloated cheeks, and groaned in agitation. The voice, as usual, was right. As angry as she was at him for what he'd done to her, she still loved him with everything she had. He'd been the highlight of her teenage life and now, in the thicket of an inevitable war, she had ripped him out of it. Olivia wasn't sure what upset her more, the fact that she knew how misunderstood and wonderful he was underneath his icy exterior, or that despite showing her these things and exposing himself in a way he never had before as she did with him he still proceeded to rip her still beating heart from her chest and serve it to her on a shining silver platter.

Because of Draco Olivia had learned not only things about him, but about herself as well. He was the only other man to truly accept her for who she was and have pride in his relationship with her. Draco had paraded her around the school grounds hand held firmly in his, showered her with kisses and affection even in the presence of his friends and, on one occasion, his father. He'd never shown even a sliver of embarrassment aimed towards her during her most shameful moments. Like the night when she vomited all over Astoria Greengrass at Crabbe's party he'd held at his parent's lakefront estate in England's vast countryside after one too many shots of firewhiskey and several butter beers. He'd simply helped her back to the lake house, with her stopping and vomiting along the way, and held her hair back as he pressed his chilly palms against the clammy skin of her face and neck until she'd wretched herself into pure exhaustion. Afterwards he'd brought her the largest bottle of water he could find, allowing her to change into the pair of pajamas she'd packed for the excursion, and cradled her sweetly in his arms as she cried drunken tears of mortification until she drifted to sleep with him whispering his love for her in her ear.

She sighed, a pang of longing coursing through her at the memory. Most men would've settled her in the bed and gone to rejoin the party leaving her to wallow in a puddle of humiliation, but not Draco. He'd stayed with her without a moment's hesitation and told her that there was nothing wrong with her, things like this happened at parties and it would all be forgotten in the morning. She shivered involuntarily. She could practically feel the whisper of his breath against her skin. The way him lips felt against her as their bodies pressed tightly together. His tongue, soft and gentle, entangled with hers as they roamed each other's mouths and bodies as if they'd been lions trapped without food for days finally free to ravage the pieces of meat before them—she stopped herself. Nothing good could come of this. Yearning for the past, the love and joy she'd felt until it'd all come crumbling down around her.

Liv sighed and swallowed hard, forcing her broken heart back into its hollow place in her chest. Running a shaking hand through her messy golden locks she lifted herself from her bed, which had been her constant companion when she wasn't struggling through her classes or trying to pay attention to her friends during meals. She went straight to her bathroom, stripping herself of her oversized pajamas and slipping into the shower in one fluid movement. Once she was clean, wrapped in a plush burgundy towel, Olivia wiped the steam from her mirror with one hand, taking in her unkempt appearance. Her eyes seemed almost hollow where they sat, rimmed with a dark shadow and sagging skin from lack of undisturbed sleep. Her features, once soft and rounded, stood taut against her skin and the towel wrapped almost doubly around her thanks to the weight she'd lost due to her lack of appetite.

She scowled at her appearance, her hand balling at her side in anger, what was she doing? Why was she punishing herself for what he had done to her? She scoffed at her idiocy and shook her mop of wet blonde curls with one hand, removing the towel with the other. Already running late and beyond caring about her appearance at this point she threw on a pair of sweats, her oversized Gryffindor Qudditch sweatshirt and a pair of boots before hastily parting her hair, brushing her teeth, and heading down to the Great Hall without a stich of makeup or self-consciousness. After all she wasn't dressing up for anyone, not anymore. Once in the Great Hall she took her normal seat between Harry and Ginny, grabbing an apple and taking a large bite out of it. As she took a second bite she looked around, everyone was staring at her.

"What?" she asked confused as she met every pair of eyes.

"Nothing-" Harry said from his seat next to her looking away, she noticed, a bit nervously.

"It's just, you haven't eaten for weeks. Not since…" Hermione cut in, her voice trailing off as her gaze cut, along with everyone else's, down to the table.

Olivia's jaw clenched briefly as she calmed herself enough to speak, "Well," she began her voice rising in pitch as she tried maintain a steady tone, "when you've practically unintentionally starved yourself you tend to be a bit…hungry." Her gaze flitted around the room, trying to find a distraction as she took another bite of her apple.

"Well, I glad that you're eating again." Ron said suddenly from his seat directly in front of her, his mouth full of food and hands holding different items being served for breakfast, "Malfoy's a right git anyways. He deserves what he gets." He shoved another item of food into his overstuffed mouth, not even bothering to swallow its current contents.

Olivia's free hand tightened into a fist and the hand holding her apple froze as her jaw flexed, her mouth set into a slight grimace and the rest of her expression taking on an almost stoic quality. "He's not a git. He's just…misunderstood. You try being raised by a family of death eaters and tell me you wouldn't turn out the same, or worse." She couldn't believe she was standing up for him, but she was.

Ron's face morphed to one of incredulity, his eyes wide like a curious infant's, "Liv, you're not actually defending him are you? He broke your heart! And he's a death eater himself for Merlin's sake! You've got to be barking mad to join you-know-who. Everyone knows anyone among the likes of them would be better off dead than wondering about."

The apple fell from her grasp and thumped as it made contact with the table. Everyone was staring at him as if he'd just committed a murder and his face paled as he realized what he'd just said to her.

Olivia's eyes turned colder than death as they fell upon him, the corners of her lips curled in a sadistic manner, "I am not going to have this conversation with you Ron Weasley. My personal life is none of your god damned business and if you know what's good for you I suggest you never mention the name Draco Malfoy again. You understand?" her voice was smooth and low, deadlier than a cobra poised to strike and twice as dangerous.

She pushed herself away from the table, hearing something like paper coming into contact with someone as Hermione, her tone edged with resentment, said, "Oh, well done Ron." But she was beyond paying attention to his response as she exited the Great Hall, carrying herself in a cold and apathetic manner she had only seen one other individual do with such grace.

It was as she carried herself this way hastily through the halls that she stumbled into someone in a crowded corridor. Ready to mumble an apology she looked up and immediately turned to stone as she took her next breath, pale blue meeting cloudy pools of gray. It was the man of the hour himself.

Draco Malfoy.

His expression morphed from one of agitation to sadness in the instant it took him to realize who he'd just run into. "Hello, Olivia." He began, his face strained as he swallowed thickly, "You look beautiful as always." His tone was gentle, like the flutter of a moth's wing, but so cautious that it seemed as though he thought she might disappear if he wasn't careful.

She gave him a stiff nod of acknowledgement, "Good morning Draco." Her voice was emotionless but she knew he could see the pain hidden within her gaze. She wished he'd at least been slightly cruel when he addressed her, it would've made this situation much simpler.

She took a step away from him, unable to stop herself from taking in his entire appearance. He was dressed in his normal black suit with no tie, his shirt was slightly rumpled and his white socks peeked out from beneath the dark hem of his pants but everything else about him was as it always was, inexplicably perfect.

"Livy," he practically whispered as their eyes met again, taking a step forward and holding his hand out to her, his gaze pleading, "Please, I-I made a mistake-"

Her eyes hardened at the use of his nickname for her, "Stop." Said her voice clipped and even, "I don't want to hear it."

"Livy please, just hear me out I-"

"Don't." her voice tightened as she struggled to maintain her control over her emotions, "Don't call me that. I don't care what you have to say, what excuses you have for me.
I have nothing to say to you and no desire to ever see you again, not after what you've done." She quickly rushed through the hallway, shoving those who refused to move out of her way, and left a frustrated and pained Draco behind her.

She wanted them all to pay. Draco for ruining her life, Ron for opening his fat gob this morning, and anyone else who dared talk about her as if she were some weakling who was unable to stand up for herself. And she knew exactly how to do it. She was going to give them all something to talk about and no one would ever look at her the same way again.

Once within the walls of her dorm room Olivia quickly discarded her clothes, tossing them onto the large pile that was accumulating in the far corner of her room. She rummaged through her dresser looking for the ridiculous clothes her mother had packed her, which honestly thought she'd never wear any of it, and finally decided upon a red pleated lace dress with three-quarter length sleeves and stopped about mid-thigh. She wore with it a pair of patent leather nude peep toe heels followed by three pieces of jewelry: A mix-matched set of bangles on one wrist, a thick golden cuff with an intricate design on the other, and a ring with a large elongated oval shaped opal on her left index finger. She fixed her messy part and, taking her soft blonde ringlets in her hand, and made a braid that ran along the side of her head, allowed the left over curls to fall beneath them. Her blue eyes were surrounded by ashen grays and smoky shades of black, and her lips were a soft bubble gum pink. With a quick flick of her wand Olivia's nails were painted to perfection, her fingers a pale vanilla, and her toes a deep red.

Liv suppressed a grin of satisfaction as, with one final glance in her full-length mirror, she spun on her heels and hurried to from to the Great Hall, She was hoping to catch up to her friends before her morning classes began. Just as she reached the doors to the Great Hall the bell signaling the beginning of the morning time table echoed across the castle and with a sigh she rushed off to her sixth year Advanced Potions class with Professor Slughorn. She crept silently into the class but cursed silently when the door closed noisily behind her.

Suddenly all eyes moved to her, but she could tell from the expressions on their faces that their staring was not due to her late arrival to class. "Ah, Olivia my dear how nice of you to join us this morning." Slughorn said absently as he bustled around his messy classroom, "Now, take out your books and today you'll be working with a partner to brew a potion of your choice. Be sure to choose wisely, you may begin."

As everyone rushed to partner up Olivia wanted to hex herself for forgetting her potions book on her nightstand next to her four poster as she'd rushed to the Great Hall and then immediately here without a though towards her school supplies other than her wand. "Uh…Professor, it seems I've left my potions book in my rush this morning." She said sheepishly as she approached him.

"Ah, I see. Well that's no problem my dear, no problem at all. You can work with Mr. Potter and Wallenby can partner with Ms. Granger." He said gesturing to the trio grouped off to the right of the classroom.

With a nod she quickly made her way to stand next to Harry, doing her best not to acknowledge Ron's gawky stare with amusement. "Good morning," she greeted them with a soft smiled casted towards Harry and Hermione. Hermione mumbled a greeting and turned to begin working with Ron who had finally regained control over himself after muttering, "Bloody Hell."

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Liv asked playfully as she gave Harry another smile since he'd still remained silent.

"Oh. Sorry, good morning." Harry said in a bit of nervous rush, his gaze seemed far away as he looked at her, "you um look lovely." She blushed slightly at his compliment. She wasn't used to being told these things, like how she looked, by anyone other than Draco.

"Thank you, so….do you have an idea for a potion you'd like to brew?" she replied, slightly flustered from his unexpected accolade.

He seemed distant again and this time she waved her had quickly in front of his face and mumbled something along the lines of 'Earth to Harry.' Suddenly he snapped back to reality, his eyes refocusing, "Oh yeah, sorry about that…we could brew something we're both familiar with like a Hiccoughing Solution." Liv nodded in agreement and just as they set to work she could feel them, that ever familiar pair of eyes on her back, watching her every move. She smirked briefly as she absently handed Harry an ingredient he'd asked for, this was turning out quite nicely.

The rest of her day passed in almost a blur with people gawking and whispering at every turn. Lunch was a bit unsettling seeing as she was trying not to meet Draco's unwavering gaze as he stared intently at her from his place among the Slytherin table. Finally her classes ended and it was time to return to the Great Hall for dinner. Olivia, suddenly feeling sick at the thought of having to sit through another meal with Draco's gray gaze burning into her back, quickly turned just before the entrance to the Great Hall and made her way down a black, empty corridor.

She was immediately swallowed within the utter blackness. She'd turned down so many corridors now that she couldn't remember which direction she'd even come from to begin with. She was beginning to panic, her hands shaky and clammy and skin prickled with fear, when she noticed a glimmer of light coming from the corridor to her right. She raced forwards, hoping to find enough light to catch her bearings when as quickly as it appeared it was gone and a large hand wrapped itself tightly around her wrist.

"Olivia," she barely had enough time to identify the voice as none other than Draco Malfoy when a warm pair of lips crashed against hers.

She froze for an instant before her body reacted automatically to his touch, melding her mouth against his and tangling her slender fingers in his short mop of hair. She groaned as her body positively ached to be closer to him, panting heavily between each mess of their hot mouths. She knew it was wrong, oh god was it so utterly wrong, but she didn't care. She would happily accept all of the heartbreak in the world for this. Her back was pressed firmly against the wall, clinging to him like a lifeline as his lips attacked her face, her neck, her mouth. She moaned when his tongue slipped between her teeth, reveling in the familiar taste of him as his hands moved all over her body. Shivering when he turned her to putty as one hand caressed her thigh, slipping under the hem of her dress.

Olivia let out a pained cry at the abrupt strength of her desire to have her body so deliciously close to his. Draco responded by slipping his hand further up dress, resting it against the back of her upper thigh and hitched her leg around his broad hips. He made a positively delightful sound and she let out a soft hum of pleasure as her covered core came to rest against the most pleasurable part of him.

"I love you," she mumbled fervently as she attacked his mouth with a fresh on slaughter of passionate kisses.

Draco murmured a response but it was lost in his pleasured growl as Olivia hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his pants and pulled him ever closer as she ground herself against him. He was everywhere, she couldn't feel, hear, taste, anything that wasn't Draco. He surrounded her, enveloping her senses so completely that she didn't even hear herself whispering his name throughout their lustful encounter. Without her consent her hands scrambled to untuck his shirt, separating from him enough to fumble with his belt buckle, her fingers clumsily ripping it loose and undoing his pants as well before she lost her sudden nerve. She gasped as his skillful hand slipped into her underwear, arching her back into him as he maddeningly explored her most sacred area.

He was familiar with this part of her of course, but her body reacted to him as if it were the first time. It had been so long since the last time they were together like this.

"My Livy, my beautiful, beautiful Olivia." He whispered lovingly in her ear, her head had come to rest in the crook of his neck as she was overtaken by the pleasure he was bringing. Her mouth was opened in a silent cry as she was sent tumbling over the edge, convulsing around his artful hand and gripping his hair tightly at the roots.

"Mmmmm…" she brought his mouth harshly against as she regained her scattered thoughts. Their kisses regained their intensity as they delved into each other's mouths, lips sliding sloppily against the other's.

"You're mine," he whispered as he moved his lips again to her neck, "mine and no one else's. Not Zabini's, or Weasley's, and especially not that bastard Potter's. You belong to me."

Olivia froze at the mention of Harry, her head spinning as she tried to set her clouded mind straight. What the hell was she doing? With a choking sound erupting from the back of her throat she shoved Draco away from her with all of her strength, sending him harshly into the wall behind him.

Draco reeled towards her in shock, "Olivia, what's the matter? What are you doing?" his tone was filled with genuine confusion in the darkness.

"Lumos Maxima" she muttered, finally remembering her blasted wand.

"Olivia," he said again as he moved to take a step him her direction, his arm stretched out as if to caress her.

"Don't you touch me." She commanded, her voice filled with the same deadly edge she'd had when speaking to Ron earlier that morning, "Don't you fucking touch me you cheating, bastard."

"Livy," Draco said placing his hands gingerly at his sides, "I thought we were past this. I love you more than anything, it was a mistake." His voice was pleading and persuasive.

She wanted so badly to believe him, to believe that it was nothing and to move past it, but she couldn't remove the sight of that slutty broad riding him like a bucking Bronco as she'd snuck into his room to surprise him that night.

Her chest convulsed painfully and tears stung her intense blue eyes, "A mistake? I'll tell you what was a mistake, believing that you every loved me. Giving you everything I had to give now that is what I call a fucking mistake."

His gray eyes darkened in hurt at her words, "Livy, how can you say that? I sacrificed myself for you. My family nearly disowned me for dating someone who was not of pureblood! I did something awful I know, but couldn't you sacrifice something for once like your pride and find it in your heart to give me another chance?"

Olivia looked at him as if he'd slapped her, "Sacrifice something for you? Was it not enough for me to betray my friends and family? To sacrifice my free will by doing this?" she lifted part of her sleeve and silently uttered the charm that would reveal the Dark Mark on her left forearm, "Was this not enough to give away for you, Draco? I gave myself to the Dark Lord to protect you. I didn't even want to join, but I did it for you. And how do you repay me? By fucking some whore on the night of our two year anniversary. You might as well have ripped my beating heart from my chest and killed me for all of the misery I've suffered because of you. You're a coward, too afraid to walk outside your father's shadow that you've become just like him. You know what's the sick thing though Draco? I'd do it all again if it meant loving you like I do." Her voice, a scream at the beginning, drifted off softly as she uttered the final two sentences after a brief pause.

Olivia expected him to retaliate, to lash out and scream at her like her normally did when they fought, but he didn't. Instead he dropped to his knees and buried his head in his massive hands, strangled cries of anguish gurgling from his curled form. Draco Malfoy was crying.

He was about to reply but she stopped him, "Don't. I'm done with you, Draco Lucius Malfoy. I want nothing to do with you or Lord Voldemort. I hope you're happy with the decisions you've made, Draco, because you've just lost the one person you ever truly had. I love you, but I can't let you destroy my life anymore. I deserve to be happy, and if you have even a sliver of the love for me you say you do you'll let me go." And with that she raced down the corridor away from him before he could see the tears falling from her eyes.

Hey guys, so this was originally a one-shot idea but then my mind took over and I kind of came up with a new story idea to go with this! Haha I've got a lot planned so if you could PLEASE review telling me if you think it should stay a one-shot or if you want me to turn it into a story! I really appreciate it! I love you all!

Mischief Managed,

~Faith(: