A/N: This fic is just for my own enjoyment. CC if you feel the need but please don't be too picky. I know this is kind of cliche but you are welcome to read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that J.K. Rowling does.

His mouth covered hers. They kissed softly. Suddenly she pulled away. I can't do this, she thought, Father would kill me.

"Why did you stop?" Liam's eyes locked with hers. "Come on, Ellie, you can tell me."

Ellie looked down. "I have to...ummm...finish my Transfiguration homework or McGonagall will murder me."

Liam lifted her chin up so she was looking straight at him again. "No lies."

"Liam, I I don't think we can do this anymore," Ellie finished.

"What do you mean?" his eyes clouded with worry. "What's wrong?"

"My father would kill me if he knew this was happening. No, he would do worse. He wouldn't let us see each other again. You know its true," Ellie wanted to cry.

"So we should stop seeing each other out of our own will?"

"But this way we will still see each other. We can be friends," her voice cracked.

"It's because I'm not pureblood isn't it?" Liam was upset.

"It is but that's not my choice. You don't understand my father. He wouldn't hesitate to take me out of Hogwarts." Ellie looked away. This was the hardest thing she had ever done. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." With that she ran out of the unused classroom.

The next morning Elodie Jennings sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. Her eyes were red and puffy from a sleepless night of crying.

Noelle Parvarti plopped down next to her friend who was staring into her porridge. "So, El, how are things with you and that Liam Diggory, hmmm?" Ellie just turned her head up, her eyes were filled once again with tears.

"Oh, Ellie! What happened?" Back at the dormitory, she spilled everything. "Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?"

"No," Ellie said determinedly, "I am not going to cry anymore. I did the right thing." Classes that day were hard to get through. The only thought that consoled her was that Holiday break started the next day and she would be far away from Hogwarts. Ellie wandered from class to class in a daze. On her way across the grounds, heading to Care of Magical Creatures an icy hand gripped Ellie's shoulder. She looked up at the boy two years her senior.

"Let go of me, Tim," Ellie ordered, "I have to get to class."

"I think you might want to hear what I have to say, El," Timothy Malfoy was almost exactly like his cousin except that he had a particular obsession with beauty and wanted it no matter what the cost.

"I saw you and Diggory together." Ellie's heart froze.

"What are you getting at, Malfoy? Liam and I are friends," she rationalized.

"The way you two looked last night indicated otherwise." An icy smile spread across Tim's face.

"You have no proof," she told him.

"If I happen to let something slip to my father and he discusses it with your father, I don't see a scenario where we would need proof."

Ellie knew he was right. She turned around to face the handsome blond-haired boy. She might have actually liked him if he wasn't so evil. "What do you want Tim?"

"Nothing, El, nothing at all," Timothy then turned and walked away.

The bell sounded across the grounds indicating that classes had started. Elodie pushed the boy to the back of her mind and ran at full speed toward Hagrid's hut.