A/N: Thanks to the staff who took care of that little... debacle. You guys are the best!
Ebony was mad, sad, confused. She couldn't believe that Draco Malfoy- Draco Malfoy who was all too eager to get to second base the night of the concert, Draco Malfoy who spent hours in the Common Room, pretending to study but would spend the whole time watching her, Draco Malfoy who said he loved her, would cheat on her!
She buried her head into her arms, sitting at the steps overlooking the pitch, the practicing Ravenclaw Quittich team zooming around the stands like a host of dragonflies. Tears forced their way into her vision, fat, wet drops tumbling from her lashes and running her eyeliner into rivers of black.
Suddenly, the sky grew dark. Huge, black clouds roiled overhead, a faint, low cackling rumbling from them.
The Ravenclaw team landed immediately, pulling their uniform robes over their heads to ward off the rain. But Ebony knew this was no orginary storm.
The dense, dark clouds touched to earth, a tornado of smoke leaving behind the figure of a man, pale and scrawny with ugly pinched eyes and flat slits for a nose, like a snake.
"Ebony Way," he hissed, his voice quiet and breathless, "I have been looking all over for you."
"Wh-What do you want?" she stammered, getting up immediately and clutching her book to her chest as if it would protect her.
"You are the one the prophecy spoke of. You are the one who must kill Vampire Potter," Lord Voldemort said, his wheezing rasp sending goosebumps all along Ebony.
"Vampire?" she cried, "No! Please! I can't!"
"You must. If you do not complete this task, I will be forced to take your beloved, the Malfoy boy."
"How did you know?" she demanded.
The Dark Lord nearly smirked, "I have eyes everywhere, my dear. You insult me." His slitted eyes grew grim once more, "Take care of the Vampire boy. You know the consequences should you fail me."
The black clouds tumbled through once more, enveloping Lord Voldemort and whisking him away from her sighs.
At last, Ebony sank to her knees and sobbed.
"Ebony?" a voice called.
"Draco...?" she murmured.
Standing behind her at the top of the stairs, Malfoy looked like a mess himself, his eyes all kinds of an emotional wreck as he moved to sit beside her.
Still feeling bitter, Ebony slid just outside of his reach.
"Are you okay?" she asked at last, breaking their silence.
"No," he answered honestly.
"I'm sorry-" she swallowed back another wash of tears, "I'm sorry I blew up at you because I thought you cheated on me."
"It's okay, Ebony," Draco nodded, his gaze softening, "I understand."