Summary: Idina is a Muggleborn who just found some security and comfort in the one she's least expected… (Cue drum roll)

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. (I'm just getting used to that fact, so bear with me if I slip once in a while.) Songs by Evanescence.

Idina tossed and turned in her bed, removing the covers once again. Her brain hadn't shut down all night. She was returning to Hogwarts in the morning and she was too excited. She missed her classes, having a dormitory to share with her four best friends, instead of four brothers and sisters at home, but most of all, she missed the one person who she had really left behind.

She spent the night thinking, thinking only of him. His pale face, his exuding confidence, his voice that could injure and arouse simultaneously. They had parted at the End of Term feast, both knowing their mutual like for one another, neither of them doing much about it.

You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

He approached her suavely in the Great Hall while she was refilling her cup of pumpkin juice. "Meet me outside in 10 minutes," and started to pass her. She grabbed a bit of his robe to stop him, and questioned why. Some of the confidence in his eyes was lost now; it was replaced with fear, and longing, and pain. "Please," he whispered, "I need to talk to you," and he continued to walk out of the Great Hall.

She was completely surprised and almost didn't know how to react. It was true, she had liked him for almost two years now, but she never thought he would feel the same. Yet she found herself drifting back to the Ravenclaw table, telling her friends she was going to the bathroom, and following him outside. He wasn't there when she got there, but she heard the swish of his robes up ahead, and kept walking.

When she turned the corner, she barely had time to marvel again at the depth of his gray eyes before he placed his lips on hers. His hand was placed softly on her neck, under her long, thick, dark brown hair. His lips tasted of Mint Every Flavor Beans and regret. He kept the kiss slow and steady for some time, before opening her lips with his tongue. He breathed deeply through his nose, at the same time sounding as if he was gathering his nerve just by the way he breathed in the fresh air. She placed her hand, praying desperately to make it stop shaking, on his face, the other one still hanging at her side. He grabbed it, wrapping her fingers in his, and brought her closer to his body, leaning her against the wall. Here she pulled her mouth from his, slowly tilting her head back, and she breathed in deeply.

"Lucius."

"Shhh," he said, trying to kiss her again.

"I thought you wanted to talk."

"I am talking."

She was so caught up in him; his smell, his taste, his simultaneous warmth and icy manner. She couldn't stop. She didn't care that she had barely spoken three words to the boy in the past five years; he was with her now, that was all that mattered. She kept kissing him, her hands feeling his face, running through his hair, grazing his back.

She felt his hands leave the back of her waist and go to the top of her robes, and when he went to unbutton them she didn't stop him. As he unbuttoned, he kissed each bit of skin, starting with her neck, and working down. He almost reached the place between her breasts when she stopped him.

"Wait a minute."

He groaned a word that sounded like, "What?" but was very muffled.

"We can't do this here."

He seemed to snap back to reality at that point, because he looked up at her, the first time in all the time they had been in each others arms.

"You're right."

He let go of her, and said, "Go back to your friends, tell them you're not feeling well or something, and come back up here, to the third floor."

"What's there?"

"The Slytherin Head Boy's room. This year's Head Boy is a Ravenclaw; I use his room as my own, well, private space."

"And how many girls have you brought there before?"

He kissed her quick on the lips. "None like you."

"Uh huh," she said, but she smiled, and she started walking back to the Great Hall, thinking of an excuse to use on her friends, not really sure of how long she was "in the bathroom". She was almost at the corner again, when-

"I love you."

It was almost a whisper, but the hallway was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He said it as if he didn't expect her to hear or respond.

"I heard that." She turned, smiling. She looked back at him, he was halfway up the stairs, and his expression was hard to read.

"Go to your friends."

And now, Idina tossed and turned in her bed, wishing that the person who she would be seeing tomorrow was there with her now. She thought back to that night, the night they spent together, being held protectively in his arms, legs and souls intertwined. She couldn't forget him now, no matter how hard she tried.

Your face it haunts

My once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away

All of the sanity in me

Idina wished she could sleep even just a little, but the thought of seeing Lucius again in just several hours' time was too much to bear. Finally, slightly before five in the morning, she gave up on sleeping and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She got dressed in her best Muggle clothes, (which she had plenty of, being that she was Muggle-born), put on a little makeup, and had breakfast ready for her four brothers and sisters by the time they all got up.

None of them were going to school with her, though. Idina, at 15, was the oldest; then there was Rose, and her twin, Daniel, who were 13; Wesley, who was 10, and Anya, who was 3. They, along with her parents, are all Muggles. They came from Russia when Wesley was several months old. Only a short while after they came to England, their father died, due to some sort of sickness he contracted in Russia that he had never been medicated for. Idina's mother, Tatiana, had Anya with one of her boyfriends out of wedlock; he left soon after.

Idina made a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast. At the moment she wished that she wasn't an underage witch; she was much better with a wand than a frying pan. Her mother descended the stairs, carrying Anya on her hip. Idina gave Anya a kiss and handed her mother a plate of food.

"You can give me a ride to King's Cross today, right mom?"

"Oh, of course, Dina," her mother said, somewhat absently. "Here, honey, can you take Anya for me?"

Tatiana gave the baby over to her older sister, grabbed her plate of food, and left the room. Idina heard her crunching on the bacon and her house slippers lightly pounding the steps.

"Mom?" she called out to her, curious to see if anything was wrong, but she didn't answer. She brought Anya to a corner of the kitchen they used for a small play area, surrounded her with toys and stuffed animals, and followed her mother upstairs.

"Mom? Is there anything wrong?"

Tatiana sat at her mirror, dusty and slightly cracked in places, calmly brushing her hair with a comb missing several teeth.

"No, dear, what makes you say that?" Idina plopped herself on the foot of her mother's bedspread, and said,"No reason. You just seem upset."

"I'm not upset. No reason to be. None at all." Her voice was now unnaturally perky and happy, and Idina knew something was wrong.

"Mom-"

"Just because someone who you're just getting over leaving you decides to come barging back into your life, without warning, no reason at all to be the bit concerned. None at all. Just because he's left you all alone with no money and his kid to raise, that shouldn't bother you one bit, should it? Nope. Not me. Not at all."

"Mom-"

"And just because he expects you to suddenly have room for him in this crap house that she has to pay for all by herself, working all damn day and night, is no reason to get the least bit concerned."

"Mom, calm down."

"I'm calm, Idina, this is me calm! 'Cause why would I worry? No reason to worry! It all works out, though, doesn't it? It's all good and fine and…." Her breathing became sharp and painful sounding, like she was breathing in knives. Tears streamed down her cheeks and wouldn't let up. Finally, she collapsed on the bed next to Idina and said simply, "Aidan's coming back."