Chapter 7: A drunken conversation

'Turn the wand three times to the right and mumble "Indendo Fulcilium".' Mumbled Lilith.

Draco proceeded to do so. 'Then?' he muttered.

There was no response.

'Lilith!' he practically screamed.

'Oh,' said Lilith dreamily. 'Sorry, where were we?'

'I was about to ask you what the hell is going on!' said Draco, putting his wand down.

Lilith rolled her eyes. 'Nothing Draco!'

'Bull.' said Draco. 'I know you. You've never acted like this. You've distanced yourself from Blaze; he doesn't know who you are anymore. I don't know who you are anymore.'

It had been two weeks since she and Harry kissed. Maybe murdering all these Muggleborns wasn't the right thing to do after all...

'Draco.' She began slowly. 'Have you ever considered that we may be on the wrong side?'

'You know Lilith,' said Draco, sitting down next to her. 'I worry about that every single day of my life.'

They both laughed.

'We could use some firewisky.' said Draco, looking around.

As he said that, a bottle of firewisky appeared in front of them.

'Thank god for the room of requirement!' said Lilith, taking a sip.

'Chicken.' Said Draco, taking a gulp.

'Dickhead.' Said Lilith, taking a bigger gulp.


'And, Draco, I have no idea what to do!' Lilith cried two hours later.

'Fuck 'em all.' Draco responded.

'What, literally.'

'Are you kidding? Potter? It's one thing to kiss him but...'

'Shut up Draco.'

'Worthless loser.'

'You're the looser! Mr "Let's poison something and hope it actually reaches the guy we're trying to kill!"'

'You're worse, Miss "let's imperiorise someone so she can take a cursed necklace to the person we're trying to kill!"'

'Go and Fuck yourself.'

'I plan to; no-one else can satisfy me!'

'Go die in a hole.'

Draco hung his head. 'That's what everyone expects me to do.'

Lilith held his hand. 'They expect me to too.' She whispered.

'I won't let you die.' Draco said.

'I won't let you die either.' Said Lilith, resting her head on his shoulder.

'How the hell are we going to pull this off?'

'We have to. There's no other choice.'

'There is one.' said Draco.

'What?' said Lilith, raising her head. 'Quit?'

'Yeah.'

'I can't. My mother will hate me. She didn't go looking for the Dark Lord just so that I could quit when the going got tough.'

'Same for my father.' Sighed Draco.

'I guess we're stuck with these until we die.' She said, pulling her sleeve up to reveal a dark mark.

'Yeah.' Said Draco, looking at his.

'Do you think that Blaze and I were meant to be?' asked Lilith.

'No.' said Draco. 'But who is.'

'Do you think it's true about Potter?'

'Dunno… I think that the only thing that matters is if you like the guy.'

'I hate him.'

'There's a thin line between love and hate.'

"Now where have I heard that before?" thought Lilith.

'Now why are you being so nice about this?' she said.

Draco took a deep breath. 'You know Weasley and Granger?'

'Potter's friends?' asked Lilith.

'No,' said Draco. 'The Little Weasley.'

'Oh, Jenny or something.' She responded, confused.

'Yeah, her.' Said Draco, looking away. 'Well, I kinda like them both.'

'Bloody hell! And I thought I was bad!' said his cousin. 'And I find myself not hating Harry Potter.


It was a good thing neither Lilith nor Draco remembered anything about last night.

In fact, Lilith woke up wondering what the hell she was doing in the third floor corridor.

She had a bloody headache though.

She closed her eyes and rolled over, groaning.

'Black? Wake up! CAN YOU HEAR ME?'

'What!' she practically screamed, shooting up.

She came face to face with Harry Potter. 'Why do you have to keep following me around?' she screamed. 'And what did you drug me with?'

Harry looked, awestruck at the girl before him. She kept wincing when she spoke, so she must have had a headache. 'I was just wondering if you were OK.' He said in a small voice.

'I'm fine!' she snapped back. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with the toilet.' And she ambled over to the toilets.

Harry sat, amazed. He walked up to the door and put his ear to it. He heard the sound of someone being sick. What had she been eating? He frowned; he couldn't help but be concerned, but frowned and walked away all the same.

'Potter!' Came a scream from behind him.

Harry turned around to see Lilith Black, fuming, with her wand drawn at Harry.

'Whoa! What did I do?' yelled Harry as the girl in front of him drew her wand to his neck.

'Oh, I don't know!' Lilith screamed. 'Maybe destroyed my life!'

Harry held his hands up. 'Well,' he said, stuck for words. 'We can sort this out like rational adults.'

Lilith contemplated what he said for a minute, and pocketed her wand.

'There.' Harry said, before she wheeled around and punched him square in the Jaw.

'Ow!' He yelled, spitting out blood.

'I hope I broke it!' she snarled.


'Why the Hell did I punch him!' screamed Lilith in the room of requirement half an hour later.

'Because he's a dickhead,' responded Draco. 'He should have left you alone.'

But Lilith couldn't shake the feeling that she'd done something wrong.


'That bitch!' said Ron, as Hermione tried various spells to stop the bleeding.

'I shouldn't have been trying to help.' Mumbled Harry, spitting more blood out.

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