Title: Do What You Have To Do

Chapter: 2/? - I Love You

Author: Tári Elensar

Email: tari_elensar@hotmail.com

Category: Lily/Lucius, angst, romance

Spoilers: All Books - Not so much Order of the Phoenix however as I am pretending that most of that book didn't actually happen.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: [LM/LP] - Lily has a secret. Will it be revealed sixteen years too late?

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own anything but my words. The characters and most of the places belong to a very talented lady named J. K. Rowling. I am not making money off this fanfiction. All lyrics are from Sarah McLachlan songs. I wouldn't even attempt to take credit for those strokes of genius.

Author's Note: Am trying to make a habit of releasing this once a month – doubt it'll happen though. Also I realise that there are a lot of things that are different from the books but for the sake of the story I'm changing them. Oh and please please review! ^_^

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Let me surround you, my sea to your shore

Let me be the calm you seek

Oh and every time I'm close to you

There's too much I can't say and you just walk away

And I forgot to tell you I love you

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Harry Potter narrowed his eyes as the doors to the Great Hall opened and Lucius Malfoy walked in. His long black robes trailed behind him as he stalked across the hall to the Slytherin table, where his son Draco sat, a smug look on his pointed face. Seeing either Malfoy around Hogwarts was never good news. As he continued to watch, Draco stood up and crossed the room to meet his father halfway. Harry couldn't help but notice the satisfied look on the older Malfoy's face. He strained his ears to hear what they were talking about.

However although it was getting late and the Great Hall was virtually deserted, after a few moments of holding his breath Harry realised he couldn't hear a thing - they were too far away. Sighing, he went back to his Divination homework wishing Ron didn't have detention for setting that dungbomb off in Filch's corridor. It seemed he'd gotten an owl from Fred and George daring him to do it and since the twins had left Hogwarts, Ron had taken over as the resident prankster. They'd all had a good laugh over the prank but now Ron was probably scrubbing bed pans in the hospital wing rather than helping Harry do - or rather 'make up' - his homework which Harry was not at all pleased about. He would have asked Hermione but Hermione the Head Girl, refused to go near anything that had to do with Divination and Professor Trelawney. Ever since that day in their third year...

Harry chuckled to himself, still remembering the look on Hermione's face when she decided to ditch the class. It had been a bold move for his friend but a move indeed that had helped loosen her up and make her realise that she didn't have to be good at everything.

"What are you giggling about?"

Harry raised his head to meet the amused grey eyes of the youngest Weasley. She pushed her long red hair over her shoulder and sat down next to Harry, reaching for his homework.

"I really don't think Divination is something to be laughing over," she said frowning but pleased that she'd finally finished her own Divination homework at dinner. She dropped a heavy book down next to Harry. "Thanks for letting me borrow this by the way," she added.

Harry grinned and shrugged. "I wasn't laughing over that," he said, not bothering to explain. Ginny would probably raise an eyebrow and give her 'not impressed' look anyway. Ginny had grown up so much in the last few years but in Harry's opinion it was for the better. Although Ron always got annoyed with his sister, it didn't mean Harry had to. In fact he liked the bond that they had developed. "And any time."

"I loved the little drawings in all the margins," Ginny giggled, although she did the exact same thing when she was bored in Divination class. "However I would have thought Cho would be off your mind by now considering she's been gone for nearly a year."

Harry glanced over at Ginny with annoyance. "Isn't it past your bedtime anyway?" he asked sharply.

"Shouldn't the great Harry Potter be in his room planning or resting for his next great adventure?" she retorted, not missing a beat.

Harry nodded wisely and tapped his nose in a secretive way. "Oh but I am dear Ginny," he said motioning towards Lucius and Draco. "Evil is lurking and I intend on stopping it."

Ginny followed Harry's gaze and gave him a playful push, rolling her eyes. "Oh Harry," she replied with an exasperated sigh. "You know that Lucius Malfoy's name was cleared. He has nothing to do with You-Know-Who anymore."

Harry frowned, his brow creasing with worry much like his father's used to. "Or so he says," he muttered as Lucius looked over at them. "And would you keep your voice down," he hissed suddenly realising how loudly they were talking in the empty hall.

Ginny poked her tongue out at Harry but brought her eyes up just in time to see Lucius' deep penatrating stare lock eyes with hers. She stared for a moment, not blinking and felt a chill go up her spine. There was something about that man that creeped her out. Ginny looked away quickly.

"Maybe you're right," she said to Harry, still feeling a little uneasy. "Once evil, always evil I say." She remembered what Lucius had done to her back in her first year. She really thought she'd found a friend in Tom Riddle and his diary but really all she had found was that she was a pawn in Lucius' insane game of chess that would ultimately lead to Dumbledore being exiled from Hogwarts. This made her blood boil. Abruptly Ginny stood up. "I'm going to bed," she informed Harry. "Good night."

"Ah...No wait Ginny," Harry said quickly. He started picking up his books, scrolls, quills and pots of ink and shoved them into his bag. "This isn't happening tonight," he told her. "I'll have to wait until Ron gets off detention...He's much better at making up rubbish to go on this thing."

"Yes he would be," Ginny agreed, a glint in her eyes. "After all talking rubbish is what my brother does best..." She shrugged and ducked quickly as Harry tried to bop her over the head with one of his books. Ginny giggled and grabbing one of Harry's textbooks ran across the room out of his reach.

Harry groaned. Although he got along well with Ginny he had to admit there were moments when she did act like an annoying little sister. "Ginny you're sixteen years old," he scolded her. "You have to stop playing these silly games."

Ginny pouted and kept walking, her eyes still on Harry. "Whatever Harry," she said, rolling her eyes. "Just don't-- Ouch!"

Before she could stop herself, Ginny tripped and bumped into something. She stumbled and her and the thing she bumped into went crashing down.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" a cold, familiar voice demanded as Ginny tried to straighten her robes and stand up. She turned her head and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. She swallowed hard.

"I...I didn't mean to...I'm...I..." Ginny stammered. The older, confident Ginny disappeared and the girl that had arrived at Hogwarts six years ago was back. Ginny tried to hide her face, knowing she was turning as red as her hair. "I..." she started again.

"Get up you pathetic little girl," Lucius Malfoy sneered as he helped his son up. "Why don't you watch where you're going?"

"Yeah," Draco agreed, although he was slightly surprised that his father had helped him up and not just left him lying on the ground. "It would figure that Weasleys have less coordination than they do money."

Ginny dusted herself off and still on her knees looked up at Lucius and Draco. Tears stung her eyes. This is where I should be, she thought. Bowing down to people higher than me. Her family's money problems embarrassed her everyday and she felt angry and ashamed that she was too frightened to say any of the comebacks that were on the tip of her tongue.

Lucius stuck his nose in the air and pushed past her, knocking Ginny to the floor again.

"Hey!"

Everyone looked up to see Harry striding across the room, a determined look on his face. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, fuming with anger. He reached down and helped Ginny to her feet.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, trying to remain calm. The very sight of the Potter boy made him angrier than he ever dared express. If there was one thing that Lucius prided himself on it was his ability to remain calm in even the most awkward situations. However, he had known two people in all his life that had broken down that brick wall. And one of them was standing right in front of him. Lucius took a deep breath, trying to control his anger.

"Well if it isn't the great Harry Potter," he spat out bitterly. "Come to save the day, yet again?"

Draco snickered but said nothing.

Harry clutched Ginny's arm tightly with one hand while holding his other over his bag where his wand was. If Lucius wanted to try anything, he'd let him have it. "Last I heard Mr Malfoy this place was for students and teachers," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "Since you fit into neither category, shouldn't you be leaving?"

Lucius smirked thinly. "Actually," he drawled, making Harry realise where Draco had gotten his annoyingly sarcastic speech from, "Hogwarts is open to all that seek knowledge or guidance, no matter what race, gender or age they may be...Your dear Professor Dumbledore made sure of that. I will leave when I wish to leave. Now I am talking to my son. When was the last time your father visited Potter?" He grinned evilly.

Ginny's bottom lip trembled. "Come on Harry," she whispered. "Let's just go." She reached for the textbook that she had dropped on the ground earlier but Draco got there first and scooped it up.

Ignoring Lucius, Harry reached for the book. "Give it here Malfoy," he demanded.

Draco smirked and like the good little Malfoy that he was, handed it to his father. Lucius flipped through it. "Divination?" he asked with a smirk. "Seen anything interesting in the stars lately Potter? Any Grims? I heard you had a problem with those in your third year."

Harry didn't bother asking him how he knew. He just wanted to get the book and go. But as he watched Lucius flip through the pages and Ginny stiffen beside him, he finally just shook his head and turned his back on the Malfoys. It wasn't worth it. Lucius and Draco would always be terrible people and there was nothing Harry could do about it. The most he could do would be to steer clear of them and make sure they didn't hurt any of the people he cared about.

"The only problem I've been having is seeing snotty nosed, blonde haired, evil wizards around," Harry retorted, knowing it wasn't the best comeback but at least it was something. He didn't even bother turning back to see their reactions. "Let's go Ginny."

Ginny began to turn as well but found herself staring at Lucius for a moment. Lucius' eyes flicked up from the book and noticed her watching him. He paused. That girl was most annoying. Not only did she manage to escape the Chamber of Secrets, she was now looking at him like he was an evil monster. Lucius was used to stares like that but from the young girl it felt much worse. It almost felt like...

Lucius shook himself out of his thoughts. "What are you staring at?" he snapped.

"N..N..Nothing," Ginny stammered. "Sorry...I..." She looked away.

"Come on Gin," Harry said gently, tugging on her arm.

"Aren't you forgetting something Potter?" Lucius called as the two started for the large doors on the side of the Hall.

"You can keep it," Harry called back. "I'd rather touch a Blast-Ended Skrewt than a book that you've been holding. I remember what happened last time."

"Fine with me," Lucius muttered, thumbing through the pages. Draco looked up at him curiously but again said nothing. Lucius looked lost in his own thoughts anyway.

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"Hey Ginny I'm sorry about that," Harry said as they walked up to Gryffindor Tower.

"It's not your fault," Ginny replied as she played with her necklace as she always did when she was nervous. "And I'm fine." She began to suck on the pendent.

"No you're not," Harry said, reaching over and gently pulling the necklace out of her mouth. "That's disgusting," he said wrinkling up his nose.

Ginny shrugged. Why was she so nervous all the time? Whenever she was around anyone other than Harry, Hermione or her family she went quiet, she couldn't speak or do anything more than stammer incoherently. I'm constantly making a fool of myself in front of everyone, she thought, wondering if there was a spell somewhere that would make her less shy. But even if there was she wouldn't want to try doing it alone. Last time she'd done that she'd ended up with a tail and had to be in the hospital wing for a week. Her wand wasn't exactly the greatest wand ever made. In fact it was one of her mum's old hand-me-downs. At least I didn't get Ron's old broken one, she thought gloomily as they approached the Fat Lady.

"Password?" she asked, arching an eyebrow and looking back and forth between Harry's angry scowl and Ginny's flushed cheeks.

"Phoenix tears," Harry said quickly, looking around to make sure the Malfoys hadn't followed them.

The portrait swung open and Ginny and Harry stepped inside and were greeted by an annoyed looking Ron.

"They had me cleaning for hours!" he moaned. "And then Peeves came in and make a din by throwing all the pans around and then disappeared before anyone could catch him. I don't think Madam Pomfrey believes that he was there at all. I think she thinks that I got frustrated and threw the pans around myself! Why would I do--"

"I'm going to bed."

Ron stopped talking. "What?" he asked his sister. He still seemed a little preoccupied in his own problems but the look on Ginny's face and the tone of her voice made him stop talking.

"I'm going to bed," Ginny said a little more loudly this time. "Good night Ron. Good night Harry. Sorry about your book."

Harry frowned. "Yeah good night Ginny," he said gently, leaning over and squeezing her shoulder. "See you tomorrow."

Ginny nodded and said good night to her brother before hurrying upstairs. Ron turned to Harry, confused. "What happened to her?" he asked.

Harry narrowed his eyes before spitting out," Malfoy."

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"Lucius...darling...Come to bed."

A hand brushed Lucius' back and ran through his hair but Lucius Malfoy immediately stood up and continued flicking through the Hogwarts textbook he held in his hands. There has to be something I can do with this, he thought as he traced his fingers over the name written in messy teenage boy scrawl on the front. Harry Potter. How he loathed that name. After all this time, it still hurt.

"Lu-u-ci-us..."

"What is it Narcissa?" Lucius snapped spinning around to see his whimpering wife stretched out on their four poster bed.

Narcissa pouted. "I just wanted you to come to bed," she muttered moodily. "Why are you looking through that book anyway? Is it Draco's?"

Lucius glanced at the book in his hand. He hadn't realised he was still holding it. He wanted to put it down and just forget about it, but something was making him believe there was something of use in the book. Something that would help him be rid of Harry Potter once and for all.

Shaking his head, Lucius finally placed the book in a drawer and pulled out his wand, locking it shut. He couldn't - no wouldn't - take any chances for it to go missing. "It's a long story," he sighed as he climbed into bed next to his wife.

She immediately snuggled up to him, wrapping her thin arms around his more muscled ones. Pushing his satin pajama sleeve up she traced over the Dark Mark with her fingertips. It was so faint now that it was only visible to the trained eye. "When will he rise again?" she asked in a soft voice, a longing for the time the Malfoys were in complete control, standing along side the Dark Lord.

"I don't know," Lucius replied with an exasperated sigh as though he'd explained this over and over a thousand times. "And when he does we are not to go running back to him. We promised that old crackpot at the school and the Minister for Magic that we are no longer involved with him. We have seen the errors of our ways, haven't we Narcissa?"

Pouting Narcissa stopped stroking the Mark and rested her head on it instead. "Yes," she sighed. "But life without our Lord is so boring. I want to hear Muggle screams again."

Lucius resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Of course you do," he said, knowing full well that his wife only said those things because she thought it made him happy. When the time came, and Lucius believed that without a doubt it would, he knew Narcissa would go running back to Albus Dumbledore and turn him, her sister and everything that their kind had worked for, in. For that was the way his wife was. A lover of power. Whoever had the power, had Narcissa.

"Darling do you suppose that..."

Lucius closed his eyes for a moment, trying to hold back the urge to push her away. For years now he played the role of the husband, never once letting himself slip into grieving as he knew he so easily would. But now as her head rested gently on his shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest just like she used to, Lucius felt the urge to be sick.

"Narcissa," he interrupted gruffly. "It's been a long day. I'm going to sleep."

Lucius turned his head and pulled the blankets up further around him so he wouldn't have to see the pouty look he knew she was shooting at him again. Does she ever do anything but pout? Lucius wondered. He used to be a sucker for a pout but after living with Narcissa for so long...It seemed to have lost it's effect.

Except in his dreams. There was one pout that often met him when the day was over and he was settled in bed. A place where he was so vulnerable he no longer was the vicious monster the rest of the world saw. He was Lucius, a man, with a heart, with feelings and with fear. There were times when Lucius liked feeling like that. It reminded him of the life he could have had. But then there were times, like this, that Lucius dreaded the nights where his mind would run wild and he couldn't protect himself.

Lucius felt a feathery light kiss on his cheek and a soft promise of love in his ear but he made no response, keeping his eyes shut tight. If he imagined hard enough, he could almost believe it was her.

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"Gryffindor!"

The Sorting Hat's cries cut through Lucius' heart and he felt like a piece of him was being torn out. The moment she had walked through the doors of the Great Hall Lucius had felt something. Something so deep nothing short of a heart transplant could remove it. Nothing perhaps but a signed seal of fate from a dirty old hat that could talk.

Lucius was a second year Slytherin, the heir to one of the world's most powerful wizarding families. She was a first year Gryffindor of whom he knew nothing more about.

So why couldn't he stop staring at her? Lucius watched as the petite red head nervously approached her new table where she was greeted enthusiastically by her house members. A boy with messy black hair and thick rimmed glasses motioned for her to sit next to him and Lucius felt a surge of jealousy. He had a duty to his family and to his house, therefore he was destined never to even have a chance to know her.

Lucius clapped half heatedly as a weedy little kid with greasy black hair named Snape was sorted into his house. The girl was now smiling. It seemed as though a light had been turned on inside her as it lit up all her features. Lucius had never before felt so drawn to someone.

A breathless voice near his shoulder spoke, interrupting his thoughts. "Hi."

Lucius turned his head slightly and gave the girl next to him a half smile. He didn't know it then but the girl that had just been sorted into Slytherin was someone that he would one day know intimately, but never actually know.

"I'm Narcissa Black."

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Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Professor Mackenzie is going to kill me, Lily Evans thought frantically as she ran down the empty halls of Hogwarts.

Professor Mackenize was her Potions Master and a real stickler for rules. In his books if you weren't in Slytherin you weren't a person. And if you were ever late for one of his classes...Look out.

Lily had been in the library when James Potter had cornered her and as always challenged her with one of his stupid mind games. Lily knew James liked her but she was determined not to give in. He was so arrogant. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that she liked the attention - so much in fact that she was now running late for Potions.

However, explaining that to Professor Mackenzie isn't going to get me out of trouble, Lily thought as she started down the steps towards the dungeons. She got to the bottom and turned and suddenly she was on the floor rubbing her backside.

"Ow..." Lily moaned. This is just what I need, she thought nearly in tears. She looked up trying to figure out who she'd just run into. Her eyes widened with fear. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry," she breathed, as she reached for the railing and tried to stand up.

Lucius Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "That's okay," he said in a cool voice. "Just don't make a habit of it." He bent down and scooped up some of her books before offering her a hand.

Nervously Lily took it and Lucius pulled her to her feet. "Here." He handed her, her books. Lily took them wordlessly while Lucius stared at her expectantly.

"Oh! Sorry! Thank you," she said quickly, not surprised that her first official meeting with the handsome sixth year was going as well as a classroom full of Cornish Pixies. Everyone in the school knew who Lucius Malfoy was. In fact most of the people in the wizarding world did. For Lily Evans to run into him while being late for Potions seemed like a nightmare come true.

She checked her watch realising the chance to perhaps slip in late and apologise profusely was slipping further and further away. Maybe I should just not go, she thought, wondering if she could go back to Gryffindor Tower without Professor McGonagall, noticing. Perhaps she could pretend that she was sick or that--

Lily suddenly realised that Lucius was still standing there, staring at her. She glanced at him, quickly smoothing back her wild red hair wishing she wasn't wearing her oldest robes.

"Are you okay?"

Lily didn't expect Lucius to ask her that and she almost dropped her books again in surprise. Flustered she clutched them tightly to her chest. "Oh...Yes...I'm okay...I'm just....really really late."

A knowing smirk spread across Lucius' lips. "You're a Gryffindor," he commented. "Not too many of them come down here...So I'm guessing you're late for Mackenzie's class?"

Lily nodded mutely. The intense way that Lucius watched her when he spoke was doing everything but turning her into a puddle of potion on the floor.

Lucius nodded as well and then added in a careless voice, "I could take you if you want. I'll tell Mackenzie you were with me."

Lily let out a breath she hadn't even realised she'd been holding. Everyone knew that Lucius was Mackenzie's favourite student. No one would ever dare refuse anything a Malfoy said, not even a grumpy Potions Master.

"Thank you," Lily gasped. "That's very nice of you...You don't have to..." But please do, she added silently. Not only could she escape a lecture and the removal of more house points, if Lucius walked her to class she'd be in his presence for another few minutes. She couldn't place her finger on it but there was almost a warmth radiating off the cool as ice Malfoy. Everyone said Malfoy was a self-centered prat. Lily was starting to disagree.

Without a word, Lucius started down the hall to Mackenzie's classroom. It took Lily a moment to comprehend what was going on but she quickly broke into an awkward run, trying to keep up. They walked in silence for a moment.

"I'm Lily," Lily suddenly blurted out, breaking the silence. "Lily Evans."

Lucius smiled. "I know," he said simply.

Lily looked up at him, as he was a good few inches taller than she was, in amazement. Lucius glanced over at her. "I'm Lucius."

Resisting the urge to giggle Lily nodded. "I know," she said. "Everyone does. You're..." She trailed off when she realised they'd reached her classroom. Lucius was looking at her curiously.

"I'm what?" he asked.

Lily blushed. "Nothing," she said. "It doesn't matter. Thank you again for doing this."

Lucius shrugged. "Not at all." He opened the door. Professor Mackenzie looked up, his eyes flashing wildly at the prospect of being disturbed during a lesson. However, his gaze softened slightly to a cool understanding when he realised it was Lucius.

"Sorry to disturb you Professor," he drawled as he stuck his head in the classroom. "Just returning Evans to you. She was helping me with a few chores."

Mackenzie narrowed his eyes but said nothing about the unlikely idea that a Gryffindor was helping out a Slytherin. "Very well," he said shortly.

Lucius turned to Lily and gave her a discrete wink. "There you go Miss Evans," he said. "I hope we run into each other again one day."

Lily nodded, breathless and in wonderment that Lucius was nothing like what everyone said he was. They've all got him wrong, she realised. Or maybe it's me.

Lily pushed that thought out of her head. Why would a purebred Slytherin be interested in a Mudblood Gryffindor? Either way, he'd helped her out and Lily was grateful for that.

"Thank you," she said shyly as she slipped inside the classroom. As she joined her table, she peeked back at the door just in time to see Lucius close it, his eyes still locked on her.

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"Lily Evans."

"Lucius Malfoy."

"Fancy seeing you here."

"Quite weird I admit. It's not like we go to the same school or anything."

"And how are you this fine evening?"

"I'm good...now."

They both fell silent and stared at each other, their eyes speaking more than their mouths ever could. It was amazing to both of them how close they'd gotten over the last year. Never had they imagined that the unlikely friendship would develop - they were both so different. Lily was the perfect example of everything Lucius was against while Lucius was a snob and a daddy's boy, Lily's idea of a nightmare date. Yet the two had become close friends despite the fact no one else could ever know.

A crowd of people streamed past them, pushing and shoving trying to get into the Great Hall for the Yule Ball. Lily was pushed forward right into Lucius. She giggled nervously and lifted her head to look up at Lucius as he automatically held her waist, steadying her.

He raised an eyebrow and gave her his trademark cool smirk. The two became lost yet again, just staring at each other, wondering how it was that they understood each other's minds yet knew nothing about each other's worlds.

"Malfoy, what do you think you're doing?"

Lily jumped at the sound of her boyfriend's voice and she quickly pulled away from Lucius, feeling unbelievably guilty. "James it was nothing," she said softly. "I fell, he caught me." She rested a hand on his arm and looked up into eyes that looked ready to kill the blonde boy.

James bristled slightly but as he stared at Lily, he knew he could never be mad at her. Lily had finally given in to him and things were at last the way he'd always dreamed – he wasn't willing to risk it all yet.

"Just watch it Malfoy," he hissed. "Oh and tell your sleazy little friend Snape to stay away from Remus. He told him he doesn't want to see him again."

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "My friends do what they please Potter," he spat out. "What they do has nothing to do with me. Now would you and your uncoordinated little whore like to move out of my way so I can get inside? Narcissa is waiting for me."

Lily bit her lip, trying not to react to his words. She knew that the way Lucius spoke around their friends was all part of the act. They couldn't let anyone know that they were friends. Lucius' father would never allow it. Therefore, he treated her as though he couldn't stand the sight of her and Lily treated him as though she was afraid of the powerful wizard. So far it had all their friends fooled however sometimes it hurt.

Lily tried to catch Lucius' eye as he passed. She needed a sign, a reassurance that his words were part of the act, but Lucius' eyes were cold and hard and he pushed past her and James without another word.

Fuming James watched him go, his hand clutching his wand tightly. With a sigh, Lily urged him to put it away and then together they entered the ball.

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Hours after the ball had finished, Lily leaned back on the hard wall of one of the East tower's windows, closing her eyes. She was sitting in one of the turreted windows, just thinking. Thinking about life and about what would happen after she left Hogwarts. She thought about James and how it was becoming increasingly certain that she was destined to be with him despite their rocky start...And not that other person.

In her mind Lily never allowed herself to name him. If she did it would become too real. But since that day they'd met in the dungeons when he'd saved her from Professor Mackenize, to their secret smiles across the hallway and their meetings in the library, Lily couldn't stop thinking about the cool blonde that amazed her and blew apart everything she thought she knew about men.

However, they could never be together. They were from two different worlds and to even indulge in the idea that he felt the same way was suicide to her mental and social well being. No one would accept them. Once he had confined in her and admitted that it was true - his father was a Death Eater which overall meant that his fate was to be the same, and Lily wasn't stupid. Not only would the world not accept their union, Lily wouldn't. She would not fall in love with evil.

A soft breeze blew, blowing her hair in her face. Lily smiled faintly and it was only then did she hear a scuffling noise beside her. Her eyes flew open and she found herself locking eyes with those of a smiling Lucius Malfoy.

"You're so pretty when you smile," he whispered. It was the first time he'd ever said anything like that and Lily felt her cheeks redden.

"And when you blush," he continued. "And when you cry and when you laugh and when you look at me like we're the only two people in the world."

Lily stared at him in disbelief. This couldn't be Lucius. No matter how close they got, he was still the Ice King. He would never speak this way. "Lucius..." she started.

Lucius paid no attention. He closed his own eyes as though taking in the place they were in, the night and the air. "Don't you feel it?" he whispered.

Lily didn't have to ask what 'it' was. Her mind was screaming at her to leave but she was scared that she might miss something important if she did. They may never have a chance again and she just had to know. "Yes," she replied softly.

Opening his now soft grey eyes, Lucius smiled again and reached for one of her hands. "Forgive me Lily," he uttered before leaning in and kissing her pale pink lips tenderly.

Lily hesitated only a moment more before wrapping her arms around the neck of the blonde haired Slytherin, pulling their bodies closer together. As she became lost in his kisses, Lily was vaguely aware that she was in too deeply now. There was no going back. She'd done the forbidden. She'd broken the rules. She'd fallen in love with the enemy.

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