To Love is To Destroy A Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Love Story

Chapter Two

A/N: I sadly do not own Harry Potter! I do, however, own the plot for this story and any characters I create! As you can see I've decided to change this from a one shot to a story(: Hope y'all enjoy!

As she hurried through the corridors, the giant ball of light from her spell following her as she went, Olivia felt suddenly dirty, like she'd just bathed in the worst kind of filth, the kind you can never be free of. She tried to calm her breathing, wiping at her tears angrily. She was so absolutely fed up with crying. She was not this fragile being, one whose happiness balanced on a fine line and was determined by another person entirely. God, what had that stupid Slytherin bastard done to her?

As the Great Hall came into view Olivia put out her light and smoothed her dress, not even bothering with the obnoxious mess that had become her hair. She was sure her makeup looked terrible, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her encounter with Draco had left her completely exhausted and all she cared about at this point was getting through the rest of the day. She quietly entered the Great Hall, earning some curious looks from several of the professors and as she approached she saw Hermione whisper something to Harry. Without a word she sat in her usual spot at Gryffindor's table and immediately laid her head to rest upon the dark wooden table and stayed that way until her head was as clear as it could possibly be at the moment.

"Merlin…my head feels like it spent the better part of an hour fighting with the Whomping Willow." She said, finally breaking her silence. Now that she could think straight she realized that her head was absolutely killing her, pulsing painfully in rhythm with her now numb heart.

She groaned and began massaging her temples hoping for some relief. Several minutes later a cup slid into her line of sight, "Drink it," Harry said pushing the cup towards her, "it'll make you feel better."

Olivia looked at the cup suspiciously, turning it around on the table and looking closely at the cherry red liquid inside, "What in the bloody hell is it?" she asked.

"It's a tonic, one sip and your headache should be gone for good. It tastes terrible though, just a warning." Harry replied looking at her expectantly.

She took a sip and had to resist the urge to spit it across the table, she made a sound of disgust, "That's absolutely vile." She said as she quickly set the cup down and pushed it away from her.

"I told you it would be."

Olivia felt as though her head was swimming in a fog and then, almost instantaneously, her headache vanished leaving her clear-headed and in a suddenly brighter mood. "Thank you Harry, that's loads better." She said, "So how did you make it so quickly? Or even know what ingredients to use?"

"Well um the ingredients were simple, just a glass of water, a small medley of things and that's it. I found it in my potions book while I was reading the other night." He replied seeming a bit caught off guard and maybe the slightest bit uncomfortable, as if he were hoping to avoid the subject.

"Hmm, maybe that book is doing you some good after all huh Harry?" Liv said offering him an encouraging smile.

"Yeah, maybe."

"So where's Ron gone off to?" Olivia asked, abruptly noticing the unusually empty seat across from her.

"Where do you think?" Hermione replied her tone uncharacteristically harsh.

"Oh c'mon, he's not seriously eating with that blonde floozy Lavender Brown is he?"

"Why don't you see for yourself." Hermione said, jerking her head to the right. Sure enough Ron was sitting in the back corner of the Great Hall with Lavender. She was stuffing his face full of different cakes and desserts and nuzzling him, it made Olivia nauseous.