A/N: Gah! I feel so bad for how long I've been away. It was just, my birthday and all that…I got my tattoo! Ahh! It's very pretty. Anyway, to make up for my being away, I gave you all a little something…extra. Hope you like it! I only own Elissabeth, of course.

A passing twenty minutes found me standing the middle of the Room of Requirements, gazing upon all its vastness with awe. I had heard rumors of a hidden space in the castle that would mold itself into whatever was needed. But I never thought I'd ever find myself there. Never mind the fact that I was within touching distance of the Harry Potter. Never mind that at all.

"This is incredible," I murmured, because we'd be standing in silence for way too long, and someone needed to end it. Beside me, Harry only shrugged.

"It's just a room," he commented. "We're the ones who fill it." He paused, a frown furrowing his brow for a moment. Then he blinked, keeping his eyes shut a second longer than necessary, before forcing his lips back into a smile.

"I want to show you something," he said suddenly, and I couldn't stop my heart from picking up speed. Harry was eyeing me speculatively, never giving away any of his own emotions. He was so composed, so very brave for someone so young. But then, he was only a year below me. I had to be brave too, now. So I guess we all had our battles to fight. "Do you know how to do a Patronus?"

I shook my head, for I suddenly found myself incapable of speaking. Harry had pushed his sleeves up, pulled his wand from his pocket. "It's really not so hard," he told me. "I had to learn when-"

"When Sirius broke out," I finished for him. "I remember that. God, it's been two years already. How is he?" Not that I cared, really. Sirius Black was a horrible criminal who had shamed Draco's family line one too many times. But I thought that if I could at least get him talking, it might break through his walls.

"Okay," Harry said. He was being wary again, and I could understand why. From what little my father had revealed, Sirius and himself had not been all that close in their own school days. "I mean, he's lonely, I think. What with his best friend being dead, and Dumbledore forcing him to stay in hiding." A look of shock came over his face. "Don't…don't tell anyone about this."

I tried to act upset, jutting my hip out like a pouting kid. "Who would I tell?"

Harry raised his brows as if to say, really? "Oh, I don't know. Your father? Draco?"

My defenses flared up at the sound of that particular name. "I don't want to talk about Draco right now." When I saw his lips part like he was going to respond, I beat him to it. "Thought you wanted to show me how to do a Patronus, Mister 'greatest wizard of our time'."

At that, he actually laughed a little. "I'm hardly the greatest," he chuckled. "Hell, I cant even pass Potions without a tutor." I let myself laugh along with him, and for some reason neither of us seemed able to stop. Not until we were gasping for breath. More than anything, I think, we were both just grateful for the escape. Because even though he was trying to kill the Dark Lord, and I was trying to help him, we were in the same situation, really. Neither of us had any say in anything. We each had something we were expected to do, and that was all there was to it.

I glanced at him from through my lashes. "I know it must be hard," I said softly, "having all these expectations you must live up to."

For a moment, something like pain appeared in his eyes. "It's difficult enough finding out you're a wizard, or even that magic exists!" He blurted out. "Then to learn that I'm tied to the most evil wizard of all time? That only I can destroy him? I'm only fifteen! I've almost been killed more times that I can count, and I still have to deal with school and friends and girls and-"

Throughout his entire rant, I'd slowly been closing the distance between us, and when I stood only inches away from him, Harry stopped himself abruptly. His breath caught in his throat as he stared down at me, lips parted just slightly. "Elissabeth…" He whispered. There was a warning tone to his words. "I cant- I mean, I-"

Well, whatever he could or couldn't do, it was going to have to wait, because I wasn't going to give him a chance to finish. With a deep breath and closed eyes, I took the plunge from the cliff, diving headfirst and praying I wouldn't drown.

Kissing Harry Potter was nothing like kissing Draco. There was no fire or passion or madness. There was only my hands on the side of his face and his hesitation because we both knew there was something wrong with this whole mess. And even though this was where I was supposed to be, what I was meant to be doing, everything about it was so, so wrong. It was me who pulled away, confusion and hurt evident in my bright green eyes.

"I'm sorry,' I whispered. I didn't even know if I was talking to him or myself or my father, or maybe right to the Dark Lord, hoping that in his nonexistent heart he might understand that, no, I couldn't, I couldn't do it. When I turned and ran from the room, Harry made no indication of following.