The Girl Who Lived

Unforgivable

Warning: Violence and dark themes

April 7th, 1996

___________________

During the past six days, Elena spent most of her time studying in the library quietly with Draco Malfoy for their O.W.L's within the next few weeks.

From the second classes finish each day, Elena would come up to the library, carrying Hermione's old notes to catch up on DADA. Each day, Draco Malfoy would come to the table Elena had claimed as hers near the window in the back of the library and he would sit across from her, studying too.

Or well, trying to. It was rather hard for him to focus on the studying when Elena was sitting across from him but he somehow always managed to finish his homework. After finishing their silent work, they would walk down to their meadow and practice dueling with each other. Elena had grown to favor that part of her day, especially when she got to throw fire covered knives at Draco's throat and he would shield himself from them.

Now, Elena sat across from Draco, a book open in front of him while she ran her hands over Hermione's neat writing on the parchment. His lips parted every so often to recite the words written on the book, "Perfect Potion Making" by Penny Padget, silently. Elena would groan and lay her head on the table for a minute and then continue studying.

In other words, it was hell. Bearable, but still, hell.

"What the hell are other ways to defend yourself against Dark Arts without magic? Is that even possible?" Elena cried, tossing the sheets of parchment across the table angrily.

Draco looked up from his book and smirked at how flustered she was. Within the first hour of doing her homework, Elena had tossed off her sweater somewhere behind her and then proceeded to unbutton her black shirt by two buttons.

Her eyes flickered to his. "I hate this- I think I may hate it more than I hate you." Elena smiled mockingly, clearly pissed off. Draco scoffed, looking over to her borrowed notes. The library was sitting in it's usual silence, dictated by Madam Pince.

"Maybe you would know the material if you bothered going to the class," Draco chimed in, keeping his focus on the pages of his book. He didn't need to look up to see Elena's lip curl back into a harsh snarl. He already knew the familiar band of gold around her iris was lit up, representing her own flame.

"How the fuck am I supposed to stay in Umbridge's bloody fucking class when the soulless bitch kicks me out within mothering-fucking seconds?" Elena snapped loudly, her smoking palms coming down on the wood of the table.

"SHHH!" Madam Pince slammed a book down on her desk. Elena didn't even jump.

Draco looked up again with a smug grin on his lips. Elena's hand started to erupt with white flame. "Easy there, Wildfire. You'll turn us into ash." Draco coaxed. Elena flipped him off and extinguished her magic.

She turned away from the bloody notes and stared towards the forest. Squeezing her eyes shut and trying to think positively, all she wanted to do was leave the library for the afternoon and head down to the forest. But no, she had to study. She was already scheduled for detention at three o'clock. The last thing she needed was to have Umbridge go to Professor Mcgonagall to say Elena had not gone to detention.

Elena wondered what she would do this time. Maybe polish Umbridge's teacups again or write more lines. She cringed at the thought of writing more sentences that would burn into her marred skin.