A/N: HEY I GOT IT OUT! Something you might wanna know about Jacqueline Conway, is that she's really sarcastic. She doesn't sound English either, cause like, I just can't do it. Sorry.

Also, this is a combination of their sixth year at Hogwarts and their seventh year, cause I want the fight, and I want.... well, something else ;)

Real quick, Character Info:

Jacqueline Conway

Age: 16

Eyes: Green

Hair: Blondish Brownish? Wavy, and medium length.

Personality: sarcastic

Misc: um, engaged?

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Mahogany Fagg

Age: 16

Eyes: brown

Hair: Auburn/Mahogany, hence the name -_- Straight and shiny. Long.

Personality: bubbly

Misc: Hates her name. If you ever call her Mahogany the Faggot, she will personally make sure you die a slow and painful death.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Chapter 1—Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Hey, my name is Jacqueline Conway. You might be wondering what the hell someone like me is doing in Suna, but let's just say I moved. Two weeks ago, I was arranged to marry the Kazekage. Of course, that's a super huge honor, and that boy is damn hot, but sometimes I have to question the logic of our council members. I mean, do those old hags really know what they're doing pairing someone like me up someone like him?

Obviously not, because when I went to them and complained, all they said was, "We believe it is for the best."

For the best of what? He doesn't even like me. I swear, he had no idea I existed until that stupid council decided to play matchmaker. I repeat, what the hell were they thinking?

I walked along the almost-familiar streets of Suna, ignoring the whispers and insults that had followed me for the last two weeks. I'm pretty sure all those girls are just jealous. I mean, he IS hot.

"Jacqueline-sama," a harassed looking ninja ran up to me.

"Mm?"

"KAzekage-sama wishes to see you."

"Yeah," I said distractedly, "Uh huh, I see."
"He wishes to see you immediately, Jacqueline-sama."

"Alright, alright." I said irritably, "I'm going, gosh."

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I pushed open the door to his office without knocking. There he is. My beautiful angel. Ha, yeah right.

"You wished to see me, my beloved?" I asked sweetly, getting up on his desk, and batting my eyelashes.

"Get off my desk."

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he glared at me, "I do not know why the council wants me to be someone as immature as you, but I assure you—"

"Blah blah blah." I groaned, "Just get to the point. Jeesh, the problem with you higher-ups is that you all assume that I have nothing better to do that to listen to you go on and on about something I really don't give a shit about. So why don't you just get to the point. That way I can leave, and we're both happy."

"I have a mission for you." he continued as if he did not hear me at all. Jerk.

"Another one?" I whined, "But honeybear, we're about to get married!"

He blinked, "Honeybear."

"Yeah, you got a problem with it?"

"Yeah," he said, "Get rid of the honey part, and the bear part."

I scoffed, "Just get on with it. I have a serious craving for some ice cream."

He ignored me, "Come in." he said to the door.

In walked Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzamaki, and Kiba Inuzuka. Right behind them was, Temari, Hinata Hyuuga, and my best friend, Mahogany.

"They will be accompanying you on your mission in England... And I... will also go." The last part seemed to cause him great pain.

"Ummmm," I stared at all of them, "Not that I'm not happy do see all...of you... but why are there so many of you?"

"JACQUELINE!" Mahogany gasped, clutching her heart like the drama queen she is, "I'M HURT!"

"Eh," I shrugged., and turned back to Gaara, "So explain, Honeybear."

Temari raised her eyebrows at the term.

"We..." he took a deep breath, "are enrolling in a magical school named Hogwarts. They need help, seeing as Orochimaru's brother has come back to power in their country, they will need as much help as they can get."

Mahogany squealed with joy, "I'M GO-ING BACK TO HOG-WARTS! I'M GO-ING BACK TO HOG-WARTS!" she sang happily.

However, I wasn't as thrilled. Especially not when she tackled me in a hug squealing, "JACKIE, JACKIE, WE'RE GOING BACK TO HOGWARTS!"

"Yeah, great." I managed.

Gaara seemed interesting at this news, "You've been there before?"

"Yeah!" Mahogany nodded enthusiastically, her mahogany colored her bouncing around all over the place, "Me and Jackie went for our first year. Right before we moved here, 'member, Jackie?"

Since she really didn't need an answer for that particularly question, I didn't answer.

"This is interesting." Gaara mused.

I snorted.

He looked at me, "That way, you have connections. People know you. They'll be more willing to tell you stuff."

This time, I actually laughed, "Not likely."

I looked around the Great Hall. It looks as if they had just finished the Sorting. I never though I'd be back here...

"LOOK!" squealed Mahogany, "THERE'S GRYFFINDOR, AND RAVENCLAW, AND SLYTH—OH MY GOD, JACKIE, REMEMBER?"

"Miss Fagg." said Professor McGonagall sharply.

Several people snickered at her name. She shot them all death looks. But it seems as though she remembered how strict McGonagall was, because they were SILENT death looks.

"Now, you will all be put into different Houses." she continued, "No, you will not be Sorted," she added, because Mahogany had started raging about how we had already been sorted, "just put into a House at random."

"At random?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, at random, Miss Conway."

I saw several heads jerk upwards at the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables. Blushing, I hid my face in Gaara's shoulder. To my complete and utter surprise, he didn't make me move it.

"Shikamaru Nara." he looked up lazily as McGonagall called him, "You and Miss—er, there's no last name."

"I don't have one, alright?" Temari snapped, "Just tell us where we're going. And maybe while you're at it, tell me why I have to go with this lazyass?" (A/N: I'm not gonna make her last name "Of the Sand" -_- cause miss of the sand is just wrong.)

The Hall fell silent. Every single eye was fixed upon us, waiting for see what McGonagall would do to these foreign students for being so rude.

"Temari," said McGonagall in a strict voice, "and the rest of you, as well. Hogwarts will not tolerate such manners. As this is your first day here, the rules will be lax, but just for the remainder of the night. I warn you against speaking in that manner in front of me, or any other professor, again while at Hogwarts." Her eyes lingered on me.

I huffed, and tossed my head. She must have me mistaken for another Jacqueline Conway. Because NEVER, in ALL MY YEARS, have I ever spoken rudely to a higher-up.

Okay, maybe once or twice.

"As I was saying," McGonagall continued briskly, "Temari and Mr. Nara will be in Ravenclaw."

Scattered applause followed her announcement.

"Miss Hyuuga, Mr. Uzamaki, to Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor table cheered loudly.

"Miss Fagg," more snickering, "and Mr. Inuzuka, you will go to Hufflepuff."

The HUfflepuffs clapped politely.

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no, I thought with a sinking heart.

"Which means—er Gaara, and Miss Conway will be in Slytherin."

There was no applause at that. Most people just stared as Gaara and I walked down the aisle towards the Slytherin table. All I could think about was how Gaara was next to me, walking down this aisle, with every eye turned on us. I wonder if this was how the wedding was going to be like.

"Seems as though we are not very welcome." Gaara whispered to me. He sounded amused.

I shook my head. It wasn't like we weren't WELCOME. They just were surprised to see me and Mahogany come back, I guess.

Ugh, I thought bitterly, lucky Mahogany in stupid HUfflepuff, where hardly anyone knows we used to come here.

"Oi, Conway!" whispered a familiar voice that I was DEFINITELY not going to answer to.

But Gaara nudged me, "Someone's calling you." he whispered.

So I had no choice but to turn, and look at Draco Malfoy for the first time in five years. He was smirking, "Wiat till you hear what I have to tell you, Conway. Sit here, you guys."

Next to him, Pansy Parkinson was glaring at me openly. So, like the smart people we were, Gaara and I took the seat next to Draco, but not on Pansy's side.

Crap, maybe I'm not so smart after all. I was pressed up Draco, and Gaara was pressed up against me. This is very uncomfortable. I did my best to not think about either being engaged to Gaara, or infatuated with Draco five years ago. An interest, that he—strangely enough—returned.

He might've been talking to me. I'm not sure. Maybe Gaara was talking to me, too. Maybe they weren't. I wasn't sure. My eyes were focused straight at the Hufflepuff table, where Mahogany was making friends quickly and easily. Once in a while, she would glance in my direction and shoot me a sly grin, and waggle her eyebrows. Then, she'd go back to her previous conversation.

It might've been minutes, it might've been seconds, it might've been hours, it might've been decades (I was leaning towards the latter one) when the Slytherin prefects (Surprise, surprise. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.) were told to bring us up to our common rooms.

I didn't' need them to lead me, obviously. I had walked these very halls with ease five years ago, and I couldn't see why they would think I had forgotten. As if I could forget Hogwarts. But Draco insisted on accompanying us, smirking at me whenever I turned to take a shortcut, and he would take my arm and make us take a detour.

Finally, finally, FINALLY (Draco had made us take 16 "shortcuts" and lead us up 7 trick staircases) we arrived at the Slytherin common room.

"Looks like you two are sharing a dorm." Pansy announced triumphantly, motioning to Gaara and me.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

Sheesh, this is embarrassing.

"Right, well, goodnight." I did an awkward wave, and attempted to walk away.

Draco grabbed my arm. "Hold up." he said, "I told you I needed to tell you something."

"Well, can't it wait until tomorrow?" I asked impatiently.

"This is important," he grinned. "You'll love it."

"Alright..." I looked at Gaara, "I'll meet you in a few minutes, alright?"

He studied Draco for a few moments, as if deciding whether or not he was safe to leave me alone with. Finally, he nodded reluctantly.

"You go too, Pansy." Draco ordered.

"But Drakie—" she whined.

"Draaakie," I mocked.

"Shut up," he said to me, and turned to Pansy, "I mean it. Leave us alone."

She gave me one more glare, then stomped up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.

I sank into a couch, and smirked, "Is she your girlfriend now, or something?"

"Is he?" Draco retorted, "Your boyfriend, I mean."

"I asked first."

"Well, I asked second."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"What's being first got to do with anything?"

I looked at him exasperatedly, "Is this really what you wanted to talk about? Our love lives? Because I can assure you that mine is pretty damn sad."

"No, of course not." he lifted up the sleeve of his robe excitedly, "I wanted to show you this."

I groaned, seeing the Dark Mark branded into his arm. Great, I can't believe this. They've made Draco a Death Eater.

"Pretty cool, right?" he asked me, his face shining with pride, "He did it himself. You know, the Dark Lord."

"I know who you're talking about." I sighed, tracing the skin around his Mark, "Did it hurt?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Well," he hesitated, "Well yeah, obviously. I mean, how would it feel to you if someone branded that into your skin?"

"Oh," I said, because I'm lame and I can't think of anything else to say.

"Yeah, and guess what?" he asked.

"What?" I really didn't want to know.

"He gave me a mission." he whispered, "He wants me to—"

"Stop." I interrupted him, slapping a hand over his mouth, "Don't tell me anymore."

"Well, why not?" he demanded, "What's wrong with you, Conway? I thought you'd be begging me for details by now."

"What's wrong with you, Malfoy? What were you thinking, joining You-Know-Who? Do you know what could happen?"

"Well of course, Conway." he said, glaring at me, "Do you think I'm stupid, or something?"

I pretended to think it over, "Actually, yeah. I do."

I started to get up, and leave, but once again, he grabbed my arm.

"STOP DOING THAT!" I yelled.

"What's going on?"

We whirled around. Gaara was standing behind us, glaring at Dra—Malfoy. Looking back, I guess I should've been grateful, but at the time, I was just pissed.

"Since when do you care?" I asked him.

"Jacqueline, I'm sorry." Malfoy said.

Ignoring both of them, I stomped upstairs to the dormitory. I don't know how long I just lay in bed, but eventually, Gaara came back up. I gave no sign that I noticed he was back, but I didn't even bother pretending to be asleep. What was the point when he knew it was a fake anyways?

Fake. Just like Malfoy was.

I yearned for the little boy in my House who had once made me laugh and smile… Sure, I would've preferred it if he hadn't bagged on the Weasleys and Potter and that Granger girl as much. But you had to admit he was pretty funny.

But then again, he always was pretty much of a jerk. If I had stayed, instead of going off to Suna, would it be less of a shock to learn that he had joined the Death Eaters? Were there signs I had missed, even back then?

WOOT :) DIDYA GUYS LIKE IT? I KNOW ITS MORE SERIOUS THAN MY OTHER STORIES, BUT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT... SUCK IT UP.

Just kidding. Tell me what i can change. But DONT tell me Malfoy's OOC. i know he is. hes supposed to be