1: She Was Right

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There was only a slight chill in the night that swept across the grounds of Hogwarts. It was just past 10:00 p.m. and El and Draco had snuck out of the castle right before the doors were locked. The sky's reflection was hard to see across the black lake because the sky was in fact also black.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

El watched as the smooth round rock Draco tossed bounced across the lake's surface before sinking in. She smiled softly and brought her knees up to her chest as she sat at the edge of the lake. It was January and she and Draco had become incredibly close over the course of the past few months. They even considered each other as best friends, but of course, no one knew about their friendship. That is, except for Emma, because El always told her sister everything that ever happened. Ever.

Draco tossed another rock then took a seat beside El. He didn't mean to get so close with her. It just kind of happened. She made him feel safe, and no one else really did that for him. El yawned and laid her head on Draco's shoulder as they looked at the dark sky.

"Did you do the Potions homework?" El asked him.

"Yeah," Draco said, "Mostly."

"That's good."

They sat in silence for a moment, soaking up the beautiful time, the beautiful time that El was sure she wouldn't get with anyone else because she was sure she wouldn't get such a friendship with anyone else.

"El," Draco spoke.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"We're not supposed to be friends, you and me. We're meant to be enemies. Did you know that?"

"I know. But just because something is known, doesn't mean it's right," El responded simply.

She laid her head back down on Draco's shoulder and he smiled softly. She was right.

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