She feels the liquid burn down her throat as she takes another drink from the bottle. While it wasn't such a surprising taste at this point, she wasn't used to it by any means.

Eden sat on the roof of her mansion, a place that only her and one other person ever inhabited. That other person being downstairs, wearing an engagement ring that her sister had placed on his finger.

The events from the dinner replay in Eden's mind and she knows that maybe she should feel guilty for how she acted but she can't bring herself to. Sure, the dinner was meant to be a celebration of engagement but then why had they even talked to her? Why bring up her activities-or lack thereof-if the evening wasn't even about her.

They provoked her, is what she told herself. They have provoked her her whole life and she felt like she had finally reached her breaking point with everything.

Eden lays down on the surface of the roof, setting the bottle down next to her. Her hair had long since been released from the braid and laid out around her face in messy waves, her dress surely being wrinkled beneath her but she didn't care. The soft breeze blowing made her skin erupt with goosebumps but she didn't feel cold.

Maybe it was the firewhiskey warming her insides, or maybe it was the fact that she didn't know if she could feel anything but the all-consuming sadness that made her feel like she was floating above her body, looking down at herself.

She wanted to admire the stars and if it were any other night she would be, they were exceptionally bright tonight. But the only thing she could think about was how she wished the sky would open up and swallow her whole.

With one hand placed on her stomach and the other holding the bottle of alcohol so it didn't roll off the roof, she feels her pulse quicken at the sound of someone stepping out of the window that she used to get out onto the roof.

She feels him sit next to her but she doesn't look at him, keeping her gaze on the stars and squinting slightly as they seemed to get brighter with his presence.

Draco's sitting up, his arms wrapped loosely around his legs while he also looks up at the stars. It's silent between the two teens as they don't feel the need to exchange words right away. Eden raises the bottle of firewhiskey and offers it to Draco, still not taking her eyes off the sky.

He looks at the bottle in surprise, having not seen it when he first came out, and then he looks at her face-her glazed over eyes, her swollen lips surely from taking many swigs from the bottle, and then he takes it from her hand, their fingers brushing for a moment and they both suck in a silent gasp, hoping the other didn't notice.

Draco raises the bottle to his lips and takes a drink, "Sorry I ruined your engagement dinner." Eden finally speaks up, her voice hoarse and burning his insides more than the alcohol.

He swallows thickly, holding the neck of the bottle with the tips of his long fingers, "I'm sorry Diggory died."

Maybe she should have been offended by his bluntness, but it was the only real sympathy she had gotten since being home and it was the first he had mentioned it since that night when he held her back from going to his body, "Me too." she whispers, placing both of her hands on her stomach and playing with her fingers.

"Have you really not been eating?" Draco asks her softly and she finally rolls her head to the side to look up at him, his blue eyes filled with nothing but concern as he looks down at her face.

She looks at him in the moonlight and feels her heartache for him like it has so many times before. To be honest, her heart was in a constant ache for him, "I...had an apple this morning." she shrugs and Draco sighs deeply, taking another swig from the bottle as concern tugs at his heart, "I just haven't been hungry it's not that big of a deal."

"Yes it is, Eden," Draco says seriously, "you have to eat you have to-" He pauses, "Sebastian was right, you'll wither away."

Eden sits up, their shoulders only inches from each other and even though they aren't touching it's as if there's an electric pull between them, "That seems to be what Clara wants."

"Fuck what Clara wants," Draco scoffs, taking yet another drink and before he fully lowers it from his lips Eden takes it back, her brows furrowed at him as she takes a swig of her own from the bottle.

"You were hogging it." She mumbles, "Besides, shouldn't you want what Clara wants? You're going to be married after all."

They hadn't talked about it. Of course, they both knew it had happened but they hadn't spoken about it together, just the two of them, "Don't remind me." He whispers, looking down at his hands and twisting the ring on his finger.

Eden watches him do this and she swallows the lump in her throat, handing the bottle back to him, "You need this more than I do, I don't like the way it's making me feel anyway."

He frowns at her, the faintest amused smile tugging at his lips, "How is it making you feel?" He asks, his eyes scanning her up and down.

Eden tilts her head, thinking about his question with a long 'hmmmmm', "Tingly," She answers firmly.

"Are you sure that's not just because I'm here?" He teases, nudging her with his shoulder. Eden looks at him, her face blanks for a minute before she lets out a small laugh, allowing it to grow louder as she relaxes. Draco watches her, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches her let go of all the tension in her body.

After her laughter dies out, she wraps her arms around herself as she feels a chill run down her spine, "Remember when we used to come out here when we were kids?" She asks, turning to look at him.

"Yeah, I do," Draco nods slowly, "that's why I knew to come to look for you out here when you weren't in your room." He admits, making her frown slightly. Why had he come looking for her anyway? "I'm surprised neither of us has fallen off of here, especially considering how clumsy you are."

Eden gasps in offense, "I am not clumsy," She shoves his shoulder lightly just as her foot slips slightly and she almost slides down the slope of the roof.

And she would have slid down if it weren't for Draco acting quickly and wrapping his arms around her waist, causing the bottle to fall from his grasp and roll off the roof, landing on the ground with a shattering crash. Eden is gripping onto his forearm, both of them breathing heavily from the tragedy that almost occurred, "Well, there goes the rest of our fun."

"Better the bottle than your body." Draco teases breathily, his arms still wrapped firmly around her waist. It's like Eden just noticed his hold and her heart starts pounding in her ears and she slowly turns her head to look at him, only to find that he was already looking at her.

His blue eyes scan her face, flickering between her eyes and her lips. Eden's eyes are doing the same as she carefully reaches up, placing one of her soft hands on his cheek, a touch that he immediately leans into, his beautiful eyes falling shut. Her thumb gently strokes his cheekbone and he swears he could melt right there and then. Her soft fingers, the feeling of her body in his arms, her sweet scent combined with the smell of firewhiskey on her breath...he could absolutely devour her.

"Draco…" His name falls past her sweet lips and it's like a flame is ignited in him, his eyes snapping open and locking with her's once again.

He brushes her hair over her shoulder with one hand, her exposed collarbones littered with goosebumps as the night breeze hits her, "are you cold?" He asks her, his fingers lightly dancing down her arm. Eden shakes her head mutely, her eyes still locked on his face like if she looked away he would disappear. He's letting his hand float down her body, grazing her fingers and her waist, coming to a stop on her thigh that's partially covered by the soft fabric of her dress, "Eden?" He asks.

"Yes?" She asks dreamily as he has her in a trance.

"Has anyone ever kissed you?" He asks her, his eyes finally meeting her once again and she gulps before shaking her head. He knew the answer but he just wanted her to confirm it for him, "Good."

As he's leaning in, Eden holds her breath, waiting for the moment she had been dreaming of for so long. She waited for his lips to meet hers and her eyes began to flutter closed.

"Draco, darling," Clara's voice floats in through the opened window behind them and they both freeze, "where are you?" Her tone is growing frustrated and Draco sighs through his nose, his breath fanning Eden's face.

He slowly leans away from her, his face void of emotion as he looks at her, "I'll go down first, wait five minutes before following me." He says flatly, slipping his arms off of her waist and pushing himself onto his feet. Eden watches him climb through the window and she feels cold for the first time since being out on the roof that evening. He doesn't even spare her a glance as he walks further into the mansion and she looks back up at the stars who look awfully dim in his absence.

She does as he said and waits five minutes before following him inside, closing the window behind her. As she descends the narrow staircase to the floor with her bedroom on it, she can hear their friends in one of the rooms downstairs, laughing and having a grand time. Her heart drops into her stomach and she continues on to her bedroom.

"Mistress Eden," The light squeaky voice of their house elf is heard from behind her and Eden turns to look at him, smiling softly. He was holding a tray with food from their dinner earlier but by the looks of the steam wafting off of it, it had been freshly heated up, "Master Draco ordered me to bring you the rest of your dinner to your bedroom."

If he can be so insistent on me eating why can't he be insistent on bloody kissing me? Eden shakes her head free of the thoughts and smiles a little wider at Chauncey, bending down to take the tray from him, "Thank you, Chauncey, I'll take it from here."

Without another look or word at the elf, Eden continues on to her room. Just as she's about to close the door behind her she hears two very familiar voices making their way down the hall.

She waits with the tray of food in her hands until the two voices appear to be her sister and the boy she almost kissed on the roof only minutes ago. They stop at the door directly across from Eden's bedroom and they don't notice her at first. Their lips are locked together in a messy kiss, his hands making their way up her back and into her hair. "Are you sure we don't need to entertain them-"

"Oh, please, Draco, they'll be fine," Clara cuts him off, her voice low and slow as her hands make their way seductively down his chest, "Besides, we're engaged. This is what engaged people do." She pushes him back into her bedroom and starts unbuttoning his shirt, her lips kissing his neck hungrily.

Draco's eyes go from lustful to shock as he finally sees Eden standing there over Clara's shoulder. She doesn't even realize she's crying until one of her tears lands on her wrist. She looks away from the heated moment the couple is sharing and sets the tray of food down outside of her room for Chauncey to collect and steps back inside of her room.

She gives Draco one last look, watching as her sister rips open his white button-down and starts leaving her hot kisses down his torso, completely unaware of Eden's presence.

She didn't even have the decency to close her door. Of course, maybe she didn't feel the need to as their parents were on the complete opposite side of the mansion. Maybe they would grant Eden some mercy and move Clara's room over there as well.

Eden grabs her wand off of her dresser and slams Clara's bedroom door shut with a simple wave of it, casting a silencing spell as well. If there was anything she didn't need to hear tonight, it was that.

She closes her door as well, leaning her back against it and sliding down to the floor. Tears are still streaming down her face and she wipes them away angrily. She shouldn't be crying over this. Of course, they were going to have sex, they had probably done it many times before and they had just gotten engaged tonight, what did she expect?

He hadn't kissed Eden, he was never going to kiss Eden. Yes, maybe if things had been different that would be them across the hall with his hands in her hair, her lips on his chest. But things weren't different and she was here alone in her bedroom with a headache forming and a broken heart.

Eden takes her shoes off and practically crawls over to her bed, not bothering to take her dress off as she crawls under the covers and pulls them over her head, waiting for sleep to consume her and praying that she could escape into a dream instead of another nightmare.

In another life, my love.