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She kept on floating, avoiding the white light that wouldn't seem to go away. "No" She said. She didn't want to go back. It was nice in the darkness. It was quiet and peaceful. The way she drifted along the swift currents of it was relaxing. she felt the most peaceful she'd felt in a year. "I just want to stay like this" she said aloud.


"NO!" Draco shouted. "You have to do something! Anything! Please, just make her live!" More tears were coming. God fucking damnit I hate crying! And They're here. I must look pathetic!

"I'm sorry Draco, but I've done all I can, now its up to her. If she wants to live, she'll have the will to come back, but if she truely wanted to die, well..." The professor trailed off, knowing that everyone else knew how the sentence would end. "We should take her to the infermary." Draco nodded as he scooped the hopefully-not-lifeless body of Ophelia. She's incredibly light. He commented. She's also rather short, so she would onlt be like, what? 100 pounds?

He set her down in the same hospital bed she was in only but a week before. her head rolled to the right slightly. His heart fluttered for only a second in false hope, but realized it wasn't her movement.

"Malfoy," Draco heard a voice, he looked up to see non other than Harry Potter and his groupies.

"The Fuck do you want?" He asked.

"We wanted to apologize. About, well, everything." Granger said, "We were wrong to assume that-"

"Apologizing won't bring her back!" Draco shouted, glaring at them. All three took a step back simutaniousley. Then Weasley left. Granger followed. Probably going to bitch at him. Draco thought.

It was only himself and Potter now.

"What are you still doing here?" Draco spat, glaring at him. Harry took a seat opposite if Draco.

"I'm not sure, actually." He replied, "All I know is that I feel awful about all this, how do I make it up to you?" He asked. Draco knew it must have taken Potter a lot of pride to swallow to say that.

"I don't know." Draco said, slowly shutting off all emotions. "I'll think about it." Potter nodded and walked away, taking one last look at...Ophelia? It wasn't just an "I hope she's okay" kind of look, it was something more. I swear to fucking god...if he so much as looks at her like that one more time... His hands balled up into fists as he stalked off to warn him.

"Potter!" Draco yelled. Potter turned around. draco's step hastened. He grabbed the black-haired boy by the collar. "I saw how you looked at her." He growled.

"So what if I looked at her?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Do you have feelings for her?" He interrogated. Potter didn't say anything, just matched his gaze. He repeated himself. "Do you have feelings for her?"

"So what if I do?" he shouted back, "Get your hands off me!" He pushed himself away from Draco. Draco lunged for him and successfuly pinned him against a wall.

"You stay away from her. Don't make a move on her, don't speak to her, don't even look at her". He was nose to nose with the boy who lived, blind with fury.

"Don't. Tell me. What. To do." Harry spat back. Draco was about to punch him straight in the jaw when both of them turned their heads to a loud "ahem". There stood professor Snape.

"What's going on here?" Snape asked, his dark eyes darting from Harry to Draco.

"Nothing, Professor." They both said, jumping five feet away from each other.

"You best keep it that way. Draco, I'd dare not tell you're father about this little...incident." Snape said, narrowing his eyes at the Slytherin boy.

"Yes, professor." Draco drawled, shooting one last glare at Potter before he went back to the infermary.

Ophelia lay as she was, unmoving. Draco sat in the recliner he conjured up last time she was in the infermary. "Ophelia," he whispered, "please, please wake up."


She was drifting quietly when a faint voice disturbed her peacefulness. "What?" she asked, "What do you want?"

"Lia", It said. She recognized the voice instantly as Draco malfoy. "Lia, please, wake up." The voice was clearer now, and the light was closer. Ophelia felt torn. "Lia, Lia please." He said again.

Two figures started to form before Ophelia. One was a rather short woman, and the other was a tall, muscular man. Ophelia began to cry as she recognized them as her parents. "Mom, Dad?" She asked, looking up at the pink-haired woman and strong man.

"Yes, Lia, its us." Said her mother, smiling warmly.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, hoping they were there to take her to the afterlife.

"Its not your time, Lia." Her father explained, "Your too young to die, You need to go back." Ophelia's eyes filled with more tears.

"But I don't to go back...I miss you guys..." She sobbed. Her parents floated towards here and pulled her into the hug she'd been longing for since their death.

"And we miss you to, Lia, we miss you terribly. But you need to live your life. We want to see you graduate, we want to see you get married and have children!" Her father said, a small tear trickling down his cheek.

"Sweetheart, please, do this for us. Your too young to die, think of all the people who would miss you, how much pain you would cause everyone if you left them." Her mother crooned as she stroked Ophelia's head. She burried her head closer into her parents embrace.

They stayed like that for hours. Ophelia savored each second of their embrace, as to remember it as vividly as possible. She still heard Draco's voice, pleading for her to wake.

"Okay," she said reluctantly, "I'll go back".


Draco was sleeping soundly in the recliner when he awoke to footsteps coming from the door. He did not open his eyes as the footsteps neared. The person pulled up a chair and sat down. Draco opened one eye slightly to see none other than Potter, looking at the unconciouse Ophelia. His anger flared up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Draco growled, Potter snapped his head up.

"Seeing if she's woken up or not."

"Well she obviousley hasn't yet, so leave."

"No."

"POTTER! It is three AM! Get your ass in gear and get out before I lose my temper!" Draco yelled, shooting up from his chair, Potter did the same.

"I'm not leaving." He growled through gritted teeth. Draco walked around the bed to face the Gryffindor.

"You best be leaving, before-"

"Before what? You tell your father?" Potter mocked.

"You wish". Draco scowled.

"Then what will you do, Malfoy?" Potter asked, unphased by Draco's threats. Draco pulled out his wand and shouted a hex at Potter. He deflected it and counter-attacked.

Green, blue, and red lights flashed in the infermary as they dueled. "Crucio!" they both yelled. The spell hit one another and a small explosion happened in the middle of the stream. I'm surprised no one heard this yet. He thought. As if Potter read his mind he cast a silencing spell over the room.


Ophelia heard random crashings and bangs from the outside world. "Its time, Lia." Her mother said as she nudged her closer to the rip of light. Ophelia nodded as she began to float towards it. "We love you, Lia." Her parents said in unison.

"I love you, too." Ophelia said, now content with leaving the darkness. She knew her parents would be watching over her. "I'm going to make them proud." She said. Then dived head first into the tear in the blackness.


She snapped her eyes open. The weight of the gravity pulled on her. She looked over to see Harry Potter and Draco dueling. "Crucio!" They yelled. Their wands power hit each other and made a miniscule explsion. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?" She shouted. They stopped their dueling and looked at her.

"Lia!" Draco yelled and sprinted to her bed. He pulled her into a tight embrace and started to stroke her hair. "I thought I'd never hear your voice again!" Ophelia noticed Harry standing at the foot of her bed with an expression on his face that she couldn't descipher. Draco crushed his lips to hers. Ophelia put her arms around him and returned the kiss.

Draco looked at Potter as he kissed Ophelia. You can't have her. He thought and hoped that his glare said his thoughts. He figured it did when Potter left the room quite abruptley. He shut his eyes again, ecstatic that she awoke.

Ophelia suddenly realized that there was gauze wrapped around her neck. She pulled away and tugged it off. She touched a hand to her neck and felt a long, slender scab forming. Her eyes widened. "I really did do it, didn't I?" Draco nodded.

"You did, Lia. You really scared me. I thought you were gonna be gone for good." His silver-grey eyes met her's, full of relief, yet worry at the same time.

"I'm sorry..." She said, resting her forehead on his shoulder. He put a hand on her head and kissed it. She knew he was never even mad at her to begin with.


A/N: sooo Ophelia survived her second suicide attempt. Annnd Harry has a little crush on her...sorry if that was kinda random, I've been subject to writers block. But as I say again...I GOT A FREAKIN POTTERMORE ACCOUNT! All characters and such belong to Jkr. not me.