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I don't think I have ever wanted to do anything as much as I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss in that moment.

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We would be working in darkness for much of the night. I sighed softly, tense.

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My desire for Edward's, the agonising need and want to have her, was barely under control.

Her proximity was causing me to feel as if electricity was running under my very skin.

I bit my tongue hard.

I would not give in to this...It just wasn't an option.

LIZZY'S POV

Potter had not said a word to me since I walked out of Ancient Ruins. I snuck a quick glance at his figure, a bit disturbed. The most awkward of moments or the longest of uncomfortable silences didn't even come close to how painfully discomfiting this situation was.

I would have tried to say something to him if it wasn't for the fact that the only thing running through my head was how I was going to be with Potter...alone...for multiple hours.

"What ingredients do we need?" Potter's unexpected voice almost caused me to stumble. As it was, I had to take a deep breath in order to answer him coherently.

"We need to get six ingredients from the Forest. Five of those will be relatively easy to find. But we need three petals of the Arabian wattle which only blooms at night."

Potter was nodding to show his understanding.

"What does it look like?"

"...Well, I have never actually seen one, but the book said it was black and had a velvet like texture. But the real way to determine if it's the Arabian Wattle is the complete lack of life surrounding it."

Potter glanced at me in curiosity and I answered his unspoken interest.

"Apparently this particular plant releases a poison from its roots as it grows which kills all vegetation near it. This one flower devastates all life around it."

"Oh..." said Potter and the silence returned with a vengeance.

We crossed the grounds as the last vestiges of light bathed the forest in a golden glow.

Potter and I crossed the boundary into the trees without a word spoken between us.

"I suggest we try and stay on the main path and just continue walking. We'll certainly get deeper in but if we don't stray from the trail then there is less likelihood of getting lost." Potter nodded absentmindedly, lost in thought.

Irritation flashed through me. I hated it when people didn't concerntrate.

"Just follow me. I know what the ingredients look like."

We continued down the down the dirt track for about an hour. We had everything but the Arabian Wattle.

Half an hour ago the sun had completely set and we used our wands to light the way.

Hands had brushed, only to be whipped away like lightning.

Eyes had stared, only to be forcibly pulled away when caught.

Energy had been crackling between us, growing steadily stronger. The pull more intense, the need heightening.

Our proximity seemed to only feed our attraction power.

The silence between us ensured that we were fully aware of the other with no distraction.

Unintentionally, I became conscious of the fact that Potter had a habit of checking to see if he had his wand when he was uncomfortable. That he would brush one stubborn, silky; lock of ebony hair away from his face every few minutes.

With some horror I realised that my body was beginning to attune itself to his. The lump in my throat, which had been present since I saw Potter's stunning body leaning elegantly against the stone wall outside my classroom, doubled in size and I felt the electric energy coursing beneath my skin triple in speed. I clamped my mouth shut, trapping my groan within me.

I looked at the forest in front of me with wild eyes, hoping, with all that I was, for a distraction.

"What you said in Defence today was interesting" Potter said...flustered?

I looked at Potter uncomprehendingly. Firstly, I don't think I have ever been so grateful to hear the Golden Boys voice. And Secondly, I fought down my blush, the tone of his voice was so...powerful, yet...seductive, that I had got lost within it, without comprehending his words.

I stared at Potter blankly. His face turned to meet mine and one side of his mouth quirked up as he smiled sheepishly, obviously misinterpreting my complete lack of understanding as suspicion.

"It's just, I wouldn't have thought that a Slytherin, who believes in the superiority of wizarding culture would have been criticising the Ministry. I thought that you would have upheld anything in the Wizarding world to be without fault. " He elaborated quirking an eyebrow in question.

My mind quickly flashed back to the lesson. My memory conjured up the beaver's outraged face I smirked with vindictive pleasure.

But then Potter's comment registered and I felt disappointment rip through me. I was utterly confused. Why was I disappointed? I felt my eyes widen in horror. Oh my God. I was saddened because of what Potter thought of me! So startled by the unexpected emotion, I snarled at Potter in an effort to keep my composure.

"Really Potter, I would have thought you in particular would have understood that not all people fit the stereotype society places them in. Isn't that what you're always grumbling about? That people only see you as the boy-who-lived? and they only expect you to act in one particular way?" I replied sneering. Just because I was troubled over my reaction to his words did not mean that I was just going to let his comment slide.

Potter ignored my rude and offensive attitude and frowned in surprised reflection. I could see that my words had obviously baffled him.

Good. I thought spitefully. He deserves a good kick up the arse. Labelling all Slytherin's as pure blood fanatics.

I grimaced when that feeling of hurt swelled up in me. I turned to look at him glowering as he asked in a patronising voice, no doubt thinking I was lying,

"...Well then enlighten me. How are you different from your typical housemates? Do you not practise as much Dark magic? Is it that you don't bully innocent first years? Are you rethinking your decision to become a death eater? " He said in a sarcastic voice filled with doubt and scorn. However, beneath his mocking I detected honest interest and curiosity from him, and that scared me.

I broke eye contact. His eyes were beginning to drown me and I could feel my desire to tell him about myself mount within me. I ripped my gaze from his I squashed that irrational desire.

Unsettled by my feelings and emotions around him I attempted to escape him and his effect on me.

I tried to slip back into my cold persona. An action normally effortless for me, I felt as if I was wearing a mask filled with cracks.

In a desperate last effort to fend off Potter and the energy which was growing between us at an exponential rate I spun around to look at him fiercely, willing him to back off!

"I do not have to tell you anything Potter!" My voice was like ice.

We had both stopped moving. I was facing Potter head on my eyes spitting fire and filled with untamed insecurity. My hands balled into fists. I was completely out of control.

Potter was in a similar state. His eyes were practically glowing with power and determination to get his answers. The wind which was now howling through the ominous forest whipped through his hair.

"For the love of God Edwards! You cannot tell me something like that and then not expect me to question it!" Potter roared over the gale. Magic was crackling around him menacingly, ready and eager to obey its master.

My own magic was bubbling within me and I glared daggers at him to furious to speak. His comment had caused some of my volatile magic to escape ripping a boulder apart. But neither of us noticed. Lost in the power of our rage our frenzied magic had heightened.

I snapped.

"You think that just because I am a Slytherin I am evil! You think that just because I am a Slytherin that my soul is black and incapable of any real feeling! You actually believe that, every - single – one - of - us bows down to that murdering fucking MONSTER! How DARE YOU! You have no idea what I go through every – fucking - day! You cannot comprehend my constant terror that Voldemort is going to find my parents! You have NO FUCKING CLUE who I am!" I screamed at him at the top of my lungs.

The wind was so strong that the trees were bending to its power. Ice cold rain was crashing down on us, my shoulders aching under the effort of holding me upright. Lightning lit the space we were in, followed by deafening thunder.

My chest heaved with the effort my lungs were exerting for breath.

My walls had crumbled, my control vanished, my emotions let loose.

My hair had long ago come undone and was swirling around me. But my eyes never left Potter.

I watched as his magic grew. His eyes had lost the shocked look which had overtaken them at my words. Instead I saw lust and...admiration?

Looking at Potter now, I also felt my magic swell. He was magnificent. The rain had soaked his back shirt so that it moulded to his lean yet muscled body. His eyes were glowing with power and hunger. His coal black hair danced in the shrieking wind.

This was out of control.

I saw his emerald eyes devour my figure. And as his eyes met mine, magic flashed.

I was trembling. But not from the cold. The intensity between us was intoxicating. I couldn't think straight. All that knew was that I wanted him, I needed him.

And suddenly his mouth was on mine. I don't know how he moved so fast. I didn't care. The feel of his lips on mine was exhilarating. I clutched his hair in my hands, desperate to bring him closer. His hand angled my neck in order to deepen our kiss. He pulled me roughly to him. Both of us frantic to feel more. His hands were running down my back and I arched into him, his touch was like flames. Both of us ripped away to gasp for breath, but before any thoughts apart from him and the way he was making me feel could enter my mind he was kissing me again. I brought my hands up to his face greedily. Memorising his features, I let my hands continue their path down his body. I heard him moan into my mouth as my hands slipped beneath his shirt to feel his hot skin. Our tongues were locked in a ferocious battle as we explored each other's mouths.

The feelings coursing within me were like nothing I had ever felt before. I was lost to the sensations. I gasped as his hot mouth made contact with my neck. Lightning and thunder battled above us and water continued to fall. The winds strength was unfailing, but I couldn't think of anything but him. Our magic crackled around us, revelling in its freedom.

I felt a hand slip beneath my shirt and begin to caress my skin. I threw my head back in ecstasy. I was aflame.

"Harry? Harry? Are you there?" A booming voice penetrated my thoughts and I froze. I felt the body against mine do the same.

My heart was thundering in my ears as my mind raced to comprehend exactly what had just happened.

I quickly extracted myself from Potter's arms and immediately felt...empty. I shook my head in denial. No, this could not be happening! Panic mounted within me.

I glanced up at Potter, only to see him surveying me in silent contemplation. Anger spiked within me and I opened my mouth to demand from him, why he was so... calm, but was interrupted.

"Harry!" Hagrid's voice was filled with relief at having found Potter. I scoffed. Don't worry about me. I thought sarcastically.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Potter glance at me in amusement, having guessed my thoughts. I glared at him, but he just ignored me and answered the oaf. Telling him we were alright and just lost track of the time. I couldn't help but feel some admiration for Potter as he calmed the half-giant.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Potter looking at me with an unreadable expression and gesturing to me to follow Hagrid, who had already started heading back.

We walked in silence. Neither commenting on what had just happened. Even though the wind was still howling, the rain still plummeting and the thunder still crashing in fury, i felt detached. My mind was a million miles away from my body. I could hear no sound except my own heart...And Potter's. I was still aware of him.

I glanced to my left so I wouldn't have to look at Potter who was staring at me unflinchingly. Working through whatever thoughts he was having.

I felt my body jerk to a halt.

There, not three paces from me was the Arabian Wattle.

Without really thinking about it, I dropped to my knees and retrieved my cutting knife from the pouch at me side. Carefully I sliced three black petals from the delicate flower. A large hand was suddenly a part of my vision. Potter was crouched beside me, equally as silent, holding out his hand in request. I immediately placed the three petals into his open palm and watched as he put them into the storage pouch he was carrying.

Still staring at him, he lifted his gaze to mine and rose to his feet without once breaking it.

I watched as he slowly offered a hand, to help me up. Looking into his emerald green eyes I could feel the attraction between us bubbling, unsated from our previous activities.

I glanced at his hand, then his eyes. My response to his silent gesture was crucial to whatever this was between us.

Staring into his eyes, I felt the emptiness which had engulfed me earlier recede. I grasped his hand firmly. He smiled a small smile and hauled me up.

We were close. I could feel his breath on my face and I wanted to close that small distance separating us... and kiss him.

Instead I steadied my breathing and took a cautious step back from him.

Emerald met sky blue and magic crackled with satisfaction.

We both ripped our gazes apart at the same time. Knowing, instinctively, that we were in definite jeopardy of succumbing to whatever power, there was that existed between us.

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-SHOULD DRACO'S FAMILY AND HE HIMSELF BE IN LEAGUE WITH VOLDEMORT? OR SHOULD THEY BE SPYS? I'M NOT SURE! I REALLY LOVE DRACO AND DO NOT WANT TO MAKE HIM THE ENEMY! PLEASE HELP! ANY IDEAS?

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