Chapter 2

Livia's POV

It's so hard to look at him from far away. And if anyone around me would surprise me looking at him with all that love in my eyes, I don't even want to think of what could happen to me, or even worse, to him.

"Pathetic, really. Right Liv?"

I quickly turned around and looked straight in my brother's eyes. It was amazing how different we were. He had very pale eyes, while mine were a light and shining green color. He had also inherited of blond hair, while mine were rather dark. It was incredible how genetics could be different from child to child. It seemed like there was something else I had, but that he didn't seem to get. The ability to love.

Sometimes, though, when he looked at me, I could almost see a protective side... just a little glimpse of affection. It never lasted really long, but it was enough to secure me. He was actually the only one who seemed to care for me. My parents were not too found of me. They wanted a boy, and they had had Draco, but ghe came along with a girl, so they were stuck with me.

Ever since I was born, they knew I would be different from my family... different from them all. Deep inside, I knew I was going to accomplish something special. I never told anyone that feeling, but I knew I was not a part of this family for nothing.

"Right, Draco." I answered, smiling to him, even though I had no idea what he was talking about.

I turned again in Harry's direction and saw him stare at me. I contained the smile I was dying to sent him and stared back, wishing I could just run up to him and kiss him in front of the whole school. I thought a secret lover could be fun at some point, but now that I have one that I honestly can't talk about, it seems real hard to keep such a big information for myself.

"Are you coming?"

I turned to my twin and smiled again. He would probably deny me if he knew I was in love with his worse enemy.

I got up and followed my brother to the exit door of the great hall, quickly turning to see Harry still looking at me. I couldn't wait to go join him on the same night, and be close to me again.

Our story had started a long time ago, in our first year at Hogwarts, and even though we only became a couple on our second year, it felt like I had known him all my life. It's been real tough all along. To keep the suspicion down, we went to the dances with other people, and we even dated other people. It had been real tough to watch my only love dance and hold hands with an other girl, and I remember crying myself to sleep some nights.

We knew we'd have to do this again sometimes, but I'd rather not think about it.

Draco took my hand and pulled me with him. We walked outside in silence. I didn't dare letting his hand go, and he kept squeezing it like he was scared to loose me. He sat on the nearest bench and I decided to sit next to him, my hand still stuck between his fingers.

"Livia, I have to talk to you."

I frowned, looking at every trait of his face, trying to find a clue of his emotions. I could read panick and resiliation, mixed with love and care.

I didn't answer but kept looking at him, waiting for his words. I heard my heart beat in my ears, as nervosity started rnning in my veins, scared that my brother may be aware of my story with Harry.

"I love you, your my sister." he started.

Happiness filled my heart for half a second and I bited my inferior lip.

"And even though we're really different, you'll always be important for me."

I wanted to tell him to just say what he had to say, and to stop stressing me, but his words touched me. I had never heard him talk to me that way.

"You were born for a reason, Livia."

It seemed like my heart stopped racing and just sending blood in my veins. Everything in my body seemed to stop working at the same time, and I realized I was not breathing anymore.

"You are the prophecy we were waiting for."

"What?" escaped from my lungs in a low tone.

"You're the prophecy everyone was scared of."