It was a fine day at Hogwarts, a gentle breeze rattled at the windows with an occasional drop of rain. Lilith deemed it the perfect day to collect a couple of books and enjoy herself in the library, but as she perched herself in one of the fancy chairs, she couldn't help but overhear a conversation between the Golden Trio. They were gathered at the end of the row Lilith was occupying, at a table.

Hermione Granger had slapped a gigantic and extremely aged book onto their table as she howled, "How could I be so stupid?"

Her halo of frizzy hair shuffled from side to side as she continued on to say, "I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading."

Ron's pale face screwed up as he analysed the book, "This is light?"

Lilith couldn't see Hermione's face, but she could only imagine that she'd given the ginger a dirty look. She spotted Hermione's hand waver over the book for a split second before pointing at something and telling her two friends, "Of course, here it is! Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone."

"The what?" Harry and Ron responded in equal confusion, both moving backwards as Hermione made a remark about the pair not reading.

Hermione explained to the boys in her typical know-it-all voice, "The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It can transform any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."

"Immortal?" Ron repeated.

"It means you'll never die."

"I know what it means!" The fiery-haired boy exclaimed in response to Hermione. In return, he was shushed by Harry, who held a finger to his own lips.

Hermione checked to see that Ron was silent before returning to her reading: "The only stone currently in existence belongs to Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his 665th birthday. That's what Fluffy's guarding on the third floor! That's what's under the trapdoor. The Philosopher's Stone!"

A moment of silence was shared between them. Lilith thought the trio was biting off much more than they could chew - Harry Potter was a fairly weak wizard, and without the help of Hermione Granger, he would've never discovered about the Philosopher's Stone. She wasn't sure what relevance it had to anything they were doing, but she tried to brush it under the carpet.

She couldn't. She kept thinking about Hermione's words: ...and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

What if Lilith could be immortal, just like that? If she ever had children, they'd never have to go through what she did. She could raise a child who would never have to go parent-less like she did. Lilith shook the thoughts away like a bad dream. Her father would've been disappointed.

Lilith watched the Gryffindor threesome scatter away. Hermione had the book attached to her arm, holding it as tight as she possibly could. It was almost bigger than the bookworm's torso. 

"What are you up to, Lovell?"

Her eyes trailed up to see Draco towering over her. "I thought we were friends now."

"I guess."

"When will you start calling me by my name?"

"Lovell."

"My first name," she told him.

"Lilith," Draco said, rolling his grey eyes.

"That'll do for now," she declared, smiling lightly. Draco's heart started to beat just that little bit faster, but he ignored it, of course.

"You didn't answer my question," Draco affirmed. One of his hands pressed into the desk Lilith was seated at, and his shoulders slanted as he leaned into it. He gave her his infamous smirk.

Lilith grinned. "I was just doing some reading," she commented as she gestured towards the pile of books behind her. He scoffed.

"You're always reading."

"I heard the Golden Trio talking about some stone," Lilith confessed as she shut the book in her hands and stacked it on top of her pre-existing pile. As she began to put them away, Draco followed, nipping at her heels. 

"A stone?"

"The Philosopher's Stone, Hermione called it," she reported, meeting Draco's gaze as she spun on her heels to shove a volume on the bookshelf behind him. "Apparently, it makes something called the Elixir of Life, which makes you live forever."

"Potter probably wants to use it to bask in all that fame for the rest of his pathetic life," Draco spat, his voice raspy.

"Probably," Lilith replicated his words. "They reckon it's hidden on the third floor."

Draco snorted. He didn't say anything more. Lilith was glad he didn't have any special ideas about raining on the Golden Trio's parade - she didn't wanna be involved. She considered maybe she thought too little of Draco; she always thought the worst in him and it almost never turned out to be true. That jogged her memory, and all of a sudden she had recollected Pansy's words a few days prior.

"Draco," Lilith announced, her voice stern and flat.

He raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.

"Are you dating Pansy Parkinson?"

Draco, most dramatically, coughed on thin air. He asked in astonishment, "What?"

Lilith played with her fingers awkwardly. Her hands broke apart for one of them to meet some strands of her hair, twirling it around her fingertips. "A few days ago, she accused me of getting close to her boyfriend... you."

"I'm not her boyfriend!" Draco vociferated, stepping back as the rear side of his thighs whacked against the hard wood of one of the bookcases. Lilith flicked her hand quickly, and the books about to fall on top of her friend were inserted back into their original places. Draco nodded with gratitude. 

"Well, it seems she's probably telling everyone you are."

"She just fancies me," Draco uttered under his breath.

Lilith grew curious, and without a second thought, blurted out, "Do you fancy her?"

His cheeks flushed bright red, much like tomato soup. His eyes darted everywhere but Lilith's face, and his palms became warm and sticky. As he began wiping his hands on his cloak, Lilith watched, growing impatient with Draco's lack of response. She could see his clear embarrassment. He told her, "No, I don't."