Awe yea chapter two! :D if you don't remember, we left off with this:

"Mr. Malfoy, I told you that you were fine already, you can go." The nurse said as she walked to him. I hated that boy. Everything was always about him! Nothing could happen at school without it being involved with him. It was truly tiring. Draco wrapping an arm around my shoulder for support pulled me out of my thoughts. We walked to the common room the same way we walked to the infirmary; in a steady silence. Little did wither of us know, a man was watching us, and an idea was hatching in his mind. One that would change our lives pretty drastically.

So yea, hope ya like it.

About a week later, my family's owl arrived with a letter from my mom. I opened it and it read,

'Dear Helena,

Your father and I are very pleased to tell you that we've found you a boy to marry! Mr. Lucius came over our house a few days ago and told us about how you reacted to Draco getting hurt, so he proposed that the two of you should get married. After all you're both purebloods, and you seem to get along so well. Miss Narcissa will be sending Draco a letter, so you don't have to tell him. You know how good it is to have the Malfoy's as friends, so don't ruin this. Make me proud, love.

Love you,

Mom XO'

My heart nearly stopped. "What's wrong Helena?" I barely heard Kial's voice ask. "You're awfully pale."

"I…I…" I wasn't able to form a coherent sentence. 'You need to find Draco.' Something in my head told me. I got up and ran to the common room. My legs had a mind of their own as I ran into the boy's dormitory. I found Draco lying in his room alone. "Draco!" I blurted out without realizing.

"H-Huh?" He fell off of his bed. "What the bloody hell are you doing in here?"

"I…" I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say to the boy that I was to marry. I started to cry and ran out of the room, dropping the letter on my way out. I ran to the closest girl's bathroom and locked myself inside. I sat in the corner and eventually cried myself to sleep. Some girls had to get Professor Snape to get me out. He didn't wake me up though; he just brought me to my bed and laid me down. I opened my eyes a bit. "Uncle Sev?" I whispered, using my nickname for the man.

"Go to sleep." He said, and left the room. I easily complied with what he told me. I was too exhausted to even pull the covers over myself.

The next morning was quite awkward. People were talking about what had happened behind my back. At one point someone even called me the 'Sleeping Slytherin.' No one knew of my relation to Snape, so people accused him of showing favoritism towards Slytherin and pure-bloods.

It got even worse when Kial sat next to me at breakfast. "Care to tell me what happened last night?"

"Not particularly." I replied dryly. "I'm sure you'll find out sooner or later."

"Miss Kirkland." A woman's voiced called me. I turned to see Professor McGonagall.

"Yes?"

"Professor Dumbledore would like to speak with you."

"Alright." I got up and followed her to his office.

"Good luck, dear." She said before I went in.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I asked.

"Ah yes, I wanted to know what took place last night." He said. I sat in a seat he pulled out for me and told him what had happened. He handed me a tissue as I started to weep quietly. "It's alright." He said. "You can skip classes for today and tomorrow on the condition that you tell Mr. Malfoy what happened. I believe you owe him an explanation."

"Thank you, Professor." I got up and smiled sadly at him. "I really do appreciate it."

"You're welcome." He said and let me leave. As I walked down the hallway, there seemed to be large puddles on the ground. I looked down and peered inside one, only to have a large yellow eye meet mine, and then everything went black.

~~~~~Draco's POV~~~~~

I was in the middle of potions class when a boy from my house ran into the classroom. "Professor Snape! There's a girl! She might be dead!" People gasped while others gossiped to one another.

I, on the other hand, scoffed. "It's probably a mud-blood." That gained me a dirty look from Potter and Weasel-bee. Snape followed the boy out of the classroom, and we all followed him. "Oh my…" Someone murmured. I naturally pushed my way to the front of the crowd. I saw Helena, the girl that I was to marry, lying on the floor in a large puddle of water, lifeless and still. My heart filled with an emotion that I had never felt before. It was like grief, but worse.

"She's not…dead…is she?" Granger asked.

"No." The man replied. "She's petrified." His voice was filled with sadness. "Someone go get the nurse. Fast." He instructed, and a few kids ran to do as he said. He brushed some of her brown hair out of her face. She was paler than normal, and her normally icy eyes were dull and lifeless. Even the freckles that sprinkled her cheeks looked to be fading away. I forced myself not to show emotion seeing as Potter was standing there. I couldn't let him see that I didn't plan for this. I was still trying to convince him that I was the heir to Slytherin after all.

The nurse got there along with some teachers and Dumbledore. "Get the children back to the dormitories." He said to McGonagall.

The prefects took us all back, and I made straight for my room. How could this have happened? She wasn't a mud-blood or a mud-blood lover. She was a pure-blood with pure-blood values. This shouldn't have happened to her. I got out a quill, ink, and a piece of parchment. I wrote a letter to her parents, explaining what happened and promising that I would be in the infirmary every day until she got better. A few tears had left my eyes and fell onto the letter, but I put it in an envelope despite that. I put it with my books to send later.