Harry lay in bed that night remembering what had happened. He replayed the event over and over in his head.

"Volermort has returned once again!"

"Wh-what?" McGonagall shuddered. Harry's eyes widened and he slumped where he stood. He had been overpowered by Voldermort just before, and didn't even realize it. How slow could he be…

The look on McGonagall's face after Malfoy had spoken. Wait…. Malfoy….

How in heaven's name did Malfoy know about Voldermort. And no matter how he knew, how come he was so at ease about the situation. Usually he's all tense when it comes to attacks and the returning of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named…

"HARRY! YOU'RE OKAY, MATE?" HE asked, his voice shuddered from nerves. Harry nodded slowly.

"Yes Ron. I am fine."

"Good, because you gave us all quite a scare before." Ron sat on a chair nearby and grasped his stomach nervously. "Er, Harry, could I ask you something?"

"Sure, mate."

"What are we going to do now-well- since V-V-Voldermort has—er returned?"

"I don't know, Ron. I suppose we go to Dumbledore." Harry sighed from all the thought swimming around in his head. His scar ached and he was exhausted. "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm very tired and I think I want to sleep."

"Okay, mate. Good night then." Ron replied and went to bed, too.

Lila sat in the common room just sitting in front of the warm, blazing fire. Thoughts of the events which occurred not to long ago were replaying in her mind just as it did in Harry's. This time it was different thoughts. She was thinking about when she was attacked by Harry. Well, not really Harry since it was really Voldermort inside of him. Besides that, Hermione and Jennifer now know about her scar. She never wanted it known that she had it because she really didn't want attention that way. She was sociable and wanted people to know her for her, not her scar.

She couldn't take anymore of this stress. She threw on her robe and decided to risk a walk through Hogwarts. Wand by her side, she walked through the portrait hole and was ready to walk and let her mind go at ease.

"Lumos!" She muttered, making her wand shine a dim light in the dark, cold corridor.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here. A bloody Gryffindor frisking around? I wouldn't be too happy if I were you. You, Draecliffe, have been caught by a prefect!" the one and only Malfoy exclaimed. Lila rolled her eyes.

"Oh, you make me quiver! I think I might drop and pass out by your harmful words! Seriously, Malfoy, if you're going to insult me or even scare me, find new words or phrases to say." Lila was proud of her say. Draco sneered.

"That's funny. You think you actually told me off right, huh? Ha, that's funny!"

"You know I can hurt you right? You know I'm not afraid to pull a move on you! If I wanted to I could make you feel intense pain! And I—" Suddenly, Lila felt intense pain on her arm. Draco backed away three feet incase something bad were to happen.

"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU GOING?" Lila yelled. Malfoy's eyes widened. She threw her back against the wall and slid down where she was sitting on the floor, her knees to her chest. Tears developed in her eyes, and she rested her head against her knees. "I can't take this anymore. I really can't." She sobbed.

"Er—are your okay?" MAlfoy asked, trying not to sound stupid. She looked up at him and smirked a little bit.

"Did it take that much effort to be nice, especially to me, a Gryffindor?"

"Hey, don't push it. You're lucky I asked." He said, looking ashamed of his kindness.

"You aren't all that bad, you know. You try to be, but truthfully, if you were nice, so many people would like you." Lila gazed into his grey eyes. She noticed his pale face had now a tint of pink along his cheekbones. This made her smile.

Malfoy sat next to her, feeling different. He started to loosen up a bit with her. She still gazed into his grey pools as he gazed into her green ones.

"Your eyes are just like Potter's, you know." He stated, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yeah, well, we are related. Cousins infact." She said. He sneered.

"YOU'RE RELATED TO HIM? POTTER? THE ONE WHO—" Suddenly Lila pounced on him. Her lips met with his and slowly and softly kissed him. Feeling shocked He stood there. He gave in and stroked her cheek. Their tongues battled for victory and they both lost. Lila pulled back with a smirk.

"Potter would never have been able to do that now, related or not." Mafoy had stated. Lila chuckled and stroked his cheek one last time before getting up and slowly walking back to the common room. She turned to face the dumbfounded Draco Malfoy and clearly stated, "No word about tonight better get out, or you will face the consequences." And with that said, she walked back to the room, leaving Malfoy back to his duties in the hall.

Sorry I know this was short, but this was an important chapter.May not seem like that now, but trust me as the story goes on, you'll see. D