Draco was standing outside at the top of the big steps leading to the main entrance. The night was dark and cold. He wrapped his cloak around him tighter as he watched his visible breath disappear. Lily snuck up behind him and covered his eyes.

"Guess who"

He smiled and turned around. She was wearing a dark green robe over jeans and a shirt. The moonlight shone on her blazing green eyes and her hair was flowing behind her. He tried to ignore the muggle clothes she was wearing. Instead, he began talking.

"I got your message" He said, flashing the condom he gave her. He shoved it back in his pocket as she smiled.

"Come…" She grabbed his hand and pulled him down the steps. They walked toward the forbidden forest and Lily started leading him along the edge.

"Lily, where are w-"

"Shhh…" Lily stopped Draco and kissed him fiercely on the lips. She let him go. Smiling, she started running into the forest.

"LILY! LILY!" Draco yelled after her but she didn't turn to face him. Draco held his breath and charged in after her. He ran for a few minutes, following the tip of her robe that kept disappearing behind trees and bushes. Suddenly, he reached a clearing and stopped. Lily was standing in the middle of it, breathing deeply. The smiling expression on her face seemed to turn to…danger? Her, now evil, eyes were dark and mysterious.

"Lily, we should really get out of here"

Suddenly, Lily grabbed the front of Draco's robes and pulled him toward her. Their lips met once again. Pretty soon Draco lost all doubt and was moving his hands up and down her body. She played with his hair as he slowly started to go under her shirt.

"Draco…" She whispered his name in his ear. He was just reaching for his pocket when-

She pushed him off of her so suddenly he almost fell on the ground. He grabbed a tree branch and managed to stay on his feet. Lily looked at him hard. Her expression seemed to change from dangerous to completely terrified. She looked around as if in a second, everything surrounding her will collapse. She finally gave Draco one last, terrified look and ran out of the forest, leaving a confused Draco behind her.

It was late. Professor McGonagall rubbed her tired eyes as she walked toward the window in the dimly lit office.

"You are going to have to let it go, Professor"

"I can't." She spoke. "It's not fair! Not to her, not to us, and not to the rest of the students! We already let her dress the way she pleases, go to any class she wants to, go anywhere she can think of, and wander around after dark. Isn't that enough, Albus?"

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, staring at the walls as he listened to his colleague and friend. "What do you suggest we do, Minerva?"

Professor McGonagall shrugged. "Didn't you say it's at an early stage? Can't we do something to stop it!"

"First off, Professor…I did not say that the process was at an early stage. I said it seems so. To the girl, anyhow. It starts very slowly, see. Without her noticing. Then, at a later stage, she does notice it. Even feel it, if I dare say. But her realization is too late. It's just a step away from his total control." McGonagall turned away from the window and sighed. "Now second…" Dumbledore continued, " Even if it was at an early stage and we could do something about it, I wouldn't. Don't you see? The smoother the plan goes, the more we can learn about it, and the faster we can stop him. Besides, she gets more and more involved every day. Stopping her now will cause the death of the girl and the flight of her master. Which is also why she may do what she wants. Nothing should come in her way…yet."

Dumbledore got up and walked over to a closet in his office. He opened the doors and took out his pensive from it, then walked back to his desk. He stopped to stare at the worried Professor.

"Would you like to tell her?" He said quietly.

The Professor turned around. "No! of course not! That would be the last thing on my mind…"

"Well, then…" Dumbledore said, sitting back down at his desk and putting his wand to his head. "I guess that's that…"

Professor McGonagall turned back to the window. She sighed once again as she watched the dark figure outside running toward the castle.