Lucky

Lonely

Emma Fortis lay on her bed, pretending to read a History of Magic book. She wasn't taking anything in though. Her mind was on everything but History.

She and Morgana hadn't properly talked since the battle. It wasn't a hugely long time ago, but for two best friends, it was forever. And besides, so much had happened since then, years could have passed rather than just weeks.

Emma blamed it on Abraxas Malfoy. Then again, she blamed everything on him. And now, Morgana was spending every waking moment with him.

Emma tried so hard not to think about him. She always did. Every time she looked at him, she had to think about all the awful things he'd done. He bullied Morgana and I for years. He's a Death Eater. He's a Malfoy. He hates me because I'm a halfblood.

Emma remembered the first time she ever saw him. On the train, their first day at Hogwarts. He had come to their compartment looking for Morgana, not Emma. Some things never change.

        Emma had read his thoughts that day. He had scanned Morgana up and down, confirming in his mind that she was definitely a Black. It didn't take long before he started thinking about how his uncle would react to the news. He'd glanced over to Emma then. Pretty cute too, he had thought, and then: has to be a mudblood, though.

She remembered how she had stared after him, strangely enchanted by him, his stormy grey eyes, his platinum blond hair, his proud stature. Even as he glared at her like she was a piece of dirt, there was... something about him. Emma didn't know what.

At the sorting ceremony that night, he was sorted into Slytherin almost immediately. Emma, on the other hand, was a hat-stall. She had only ever told Morgana and Johnny, but the hat had seriously considered putting her in Slytherin, before finally choosing Gryffindor. She couldn't help thinking that - just maybe, had things worked out differently that day - they may have truly gotten to know each other. They could even have been friends.

As the years went on, Emma found him more and more inexplicably intoxicating. She couldn't help seeing part of herself in him - the underlying Slytherin side of her, which would always be there. They were polar opposites, and yet she had never felt so attracted to someone. But he acted like such an ass for five years, and she had accepted the fact that she could never be with him.

A few times his thoughts had been kind. A couple of times, his thoughts had been similar to hers. He had looked at Emma and thought about how amazing she seemed, how different she was from the other Gryffindors, how he wished she had just been a pureblood. Reading these thoughts made Emma's heart flutter, and then felt like a punch to the gut, because she knew their blood statuses separated them.

And then, in their fifth year, Malfoy's thoughts had turned completely towards Morgana. He fancied her, majorly. Emma could read every second of it. And it killed her. Just once more, she wanted him to look at her that way. It was around that time that she stopped reading him entirely. She trained herself to hate him. Maybe it was because he symbolised everything she hated about herself.

And then their sixth year happened. The Battle. He switched sides. He saved Morgana. And now, the two of them were hanging out. And for two people who'd been arch-enemies for six years, they seemed so natural. Emma could see why the Blacks and the Malfoys were such a perfect fit. They balanced each other out. Morgana's wild, dark appearance, and Abraxas' pale, refined features.

The two could be very easily mistaken for a couple. Even Emma, who knew Morgana's every little trait and expression, thought they looked like girlfriend and boyfriend sometimes.

But Morgana heavily insisted they were just friends. And Morgana had never really been one to disguise her feelings, from anyone. The Malfoy boy clearly fancied her, though - he hung around with her so much. Perhaps they would become something more, in time. Emma didn't know if she could cope with that.

She found herself finally letting down her carefully constructed guard, and admitting something to herself. She was truly, deeply in love with Abraxas Malfoy.

And he was in love with Morgana Black.

Emma sighed deeply. This wasn't Morgana's fault. It wasn't even Abraxas' fault. It was her own, for not speaking up, for being held back by something as meaningless as blood status. And no matter how much she wanted Abraxas, she wanted Morgana's friendship more.

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Rolling off her bed with a sigh, Emma made her way quickly down seven flights of stairs til she reached the Entrance Hall. She needed a bit of air, and so she slipped out the front door of the castle and began to walk down to the lake.

She looked at her feet as she walked, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. She was almost at the lake when she practically walked straight into Teddy Lupin.

Teddy looked up in alarm, and Emma leapt back apologetically. "Sorry, I wasn't really focusing... oh. Um, hey, Teddy."

The Hufflepuff smiled at her. "Hey, Em. You alright?"

She gave him a small smile back. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm grand. You? How are you getting on in your O.W.Ls?"

Teddy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Currently - failing. I had Transfiguration this morning, which wasn't bad, but then this afternoon was Divination, and I've completely messed up that one."

Emma grinned. "Everyone messes up Divination. I'm sure you'll be fine, anyway. How's Victoire?"

Teddy groaned. "She won't leave me alone, Em," he confided in her, lowering his voice. "She follows me everywhere, like some little puppy dog. She won't let me hang out with anyone else, she gets so jealous. She won't let me study. I didn't even want to go out with her in the first place - she kissed me that day in the café, Em. I so, so badly want to break up with her, but - well, she's practically family, and she's not above making up some lie to turn the entire Weasley side against me. Plus, Gran's got enough to deal with without Fleur Delacour picking a fight with her."

Emma felt so bad for the poor boy. It struck her how selfless he was, how much he cared about everyone; so much more than he cared about himself. "Oh, Teddy," she sighed, and hugged him. "It's been so weird, you not hanging out with us. I miss you. So does Johnny. And she's too proud to admit it, but Morgana does too."

The Lupin boy tensed a little at the mention of her name, and let out a sigh. "I miss her. I miss Morgana so much, Em."

Emma nodded. "I know. Me too."

A/N:

Hi everybody! So sorry I haven't updated in so long, but life has been crazy. Hope everyone is having a good summer and that this chapter was enjoyable, even though I know it was a bit complicated. So there are currently people shipping Morgeddy and Mabraxas, and I've just thrown a new one in. Sorry guys, but - Emma Fortis is in love with Abraxas Malfoy.

I feel a love triangle coming on!

Thank you to everyone for reading, please leave a vote and a comment, it means the world to me to get feedback from you guys.

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