A/N: Okay! I am so sorry about the delay. Things have been crazy, and I was sort of uninspired. But I've forced something out, and I hope it's not too awful. Plus Gossip Girl reruns have been totally distracting me. What if there was a Harry Potter gossip girl? Hmm…. Insert disclaimer here!

As much as I wished I could just forgive and forget, the hurting in my heart did not make it so easy. For the following week, Draco was at my beck and call every moment, and as much as I wanted things to be perfect, every time I closed my eyes I was plagued with visions of him and Pansy.

"So," Draco said as we left the great hall. It was already Friday evening, and we were all looking forward to a few days without classes. The first Quidditch game of the season was already upon us, so all the houses were bursting with more pride than usual. "What are we doing tonight? Want to sneak up to the astronomy tower and watch the sunset?"

Oh, yes, that sounded so perfect. Yes, I wanted to lay in his arms all night long, hum along as he sang little lullabies into my ear. My lips parted, damp with desire. But then reality hit me once again. "I cant," I said, unable to stop myself from pouting a little. "I have to-" At the last minute I caught myself. Not that it mattered; Draco knew exactly what I was up to.

"Oh," he muttered darkly. "Alright, well. I'll see you later then." I couldn't even manage a goodbye before he turned away, holding his head as high as ever. Then I was alone in the midst of all the students brushing past, watching him disappear down the corridor and wondering when the hell all of this shit started.

Well, no time for that now. I was due in my father's classroom in less than ten minutes, I looked like a train wreck, and the last thing on my mind was trying to get into Harry Potter's pants. With a sigh much too dramatic for my own tastes, I headed off towards the dungeons.

I seriously needed to pull myself together. The Dark Lord expected me to do this, and in doing so I would seal my fate as a Death Eater. When He returned to power, my father and I would be at top right along with him. When Harry Potter was dead, Draco and I could finally be free, nothing to hold us back from each other.

Outside of my father's room, I took a deep breath. It was a vain attempt at calming my nerves, one that most certainly didn't work. On the opposite side of the door rested my fate, my destiny, my nightmare turned reality. "Hold it together, Liss," I whispered. And then I turned the handle.

If I was expecting some sort of flashy sign or magical spark, there was none. Only the dungeon room, dark as ever, and the sound of my heart echoing off the walls. And there he was, Harry Potter, slumped over his usual desk with his eyes fixated on the window.

"You made it," I said breathlessly, once I was across the room. I leaned my elbows down onto the black-topped table, hair falling into my face as I did. Harry glanced over at me warily, those green eyes that could have envied my own.

"I'm missing Quidditch practice," he mumbled angrily. "Our first match against Slytherin tomorrow, and the captain isn't at practice."

Almost instantly I straightened up, tossing my tresses back over my shoulder. How could this boy possibly be the chosen one? He was so…normal. Shallow, almost. "Well, don't you think, uh, graduating is slightly more important?" I said. "I'm sure they can survive one night without their golden boy."

Harry's hands balled into fists before him. "Your father did this on purpose!" He cried.

I whirled around on him with all the fury I could muster. "Do you honestly think him to be that trivial?" I scowled. "He has more important things to care about than your pointless Quidditch match."

Harry looked like he was biting back his tongue. "Let's just get this over with, okay? You and both have better things to be doing right now."

Holding back a groan, I dropped down next to him and reached for his potions book. Fantastic. He was positively the most infuriating person I have ever met in my whole life. And somehow I was supposed to make this happen? Somehow I was supposed to make him want me? There was a greater chance of the Thames starting on fire.

It was becoming clear to me that if I didn't get my temper under control, I was never going to make this happen. Unfortunately, Harry seemed to find a way to bring out the worst in me. Biting down gently on my lower lip, I pushed my hair back behind my ear. "Sorry," I muttered. "I didn't mean to be so harsh. I'm just stressed is all."

Harry only shrugged. I wasn't sure if that was good or not. "Yeah," he said, and I was surprised when it was followed by a low chuckle. "I think I know a few things about being stressed. What with having to save the world and all that."

My lips curved up at the edged, but only for a moment. Then the darkness set back in around us. I swallowed back any ounce of pride in me, slid my hand across the table until they were resting upon his forearm. "Well, if you ever need a breather, you know where to find me."

Something flickered behind his eyes, but then his gaze fell to the open pages of his book. "Draught of Peace," he murmured quickly. I nodded, withdrew my hand, and dove into the lesson.