A/N: ok hope you're enjoy this better even though its not much different yet, but anyway if you stick with this I promise you'll enjoy it at the end.

Ok so chapter two, will be in Rosalie's POV

Disclaimer: still don't own it..

Chapter 2

Regrets

Rosalie wasn't really herself anymore, that was obvious to most people. She hated herself for being so down all the time, but there wasn't much she could really do. It sucked being so depressed, but she dealt with it the best she could.

She used to love her life, and now she regretted her entire existence.

In her third year she discovered the truth, she finally understood why she never knew her father, and the very thought of it made her rather sick. And people actually believed her to be special, right! She wasn't even planned, she was just a mistake, an awful mistake. A bastard child…

Tears didn't normally come to her anymore, she just mostly felt dead to the world. Even Jordan wasn't able to cheer her up like he used to. Nothing worked anymore, she faked everything. Of course he still protected and cared for her, no matter how mad she had gone, but she could barely even speak to him.

She was still top in her year, she knew she couldn't let her schoolwork suffer just because her life was fucked up. Besides, it was the only thing that was able to distract her these days, she'd much rather be absorbed in a book than worrying about her miserable excuse of a life.

She still couldn't grasp why her mother lover her so much…how could she? Her mum was obviously a very strong person, but Rosalie was weak.

She missed so much about her old life. She missed actually having friends that made her smile. She regretted having become so closed up, but most of all she missed her best friend, Virgil.

Just thinking about him and those sharp blue eyes made her feel weak, she wasn't sure if it was from fear or something else altoghether. She didn't necessarily blame him for what had happened between them. He was in Slytherin after all and she probably should have expected this happening sooner or later, but no Rosalie was too trusting…

Hate was not something she felt for him, but that's what she wanted him to think.

She started by not calling him his first name anymore, instead she referred to him as Malfoy and he in turn called her Weasley. It hurt, but she could deal with it, besides the other things he said had hurt her much worse even if it was sadly true.

It was his fault she found out the truth. If he hadn't said what he said…well then she never would have asked her mum what the hell he had meant by it.

Flashback

Rosalie was walking down the long corridor towards her next class when she noticed a group of people nearby. Normally this kind of thing wouldn't distract her, but when she noticed Virgil in the small group she wanted to approach him and say hello like she normally did.

But when she reached the group she noticed something wasn't right. Virgil looked…pained for some odd reason. But instead of him saying hey to her he said something that would indeed change her life forever.

"Oh look it's the Weasley bastard. It must suck to be you huh? You weren't even wanted, there's no telling how filthy your blood really is huh? Guess you'll never know…and you can't even pass as a real Weasley." He spoke with such venom that Rosalie could hardly believe it came from his mouth. She stood there shocked with her mouth hanging open slightly.

"What's wrong Weasley? Has your mum been keeping secrets from you?" he actually laughed after this comment, giving Rosalie an icy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"….What are you on about Malfoy?" Rosalie finally replied trying to hide the hurt even though she could feel her voice cracking.

"Maybe you should go ask your mother, I'm sure she'd love to tell you just how you came to be. I bet your dad is a muggle…and your mum is already a half blood! So not only are you a bastard…you're also a mudblood…and yes I'm aware you're not muggleborn…but your blood is still dirty." With that he stormed off and away from Rosalie and out of her life. She stood there not knowing how to feel.

He just called her a bastard child…she knew her mother wasn't married…she knew that but actually being called that hurt like nothing had ever hurt her before. But that wasn't the only thing that disturbed her. What did he mean by all of it? He was suggesting something and she just knew whatever it was it wasn't going to be pleasant…

And how could he call her a mudblood? She thought…she thought he was her friend! How could he say those things!

She felt something in her break…she wasn't sure if it was her heart or if it were her very soul, she just knew something had broken and she wasn't sure how she was going to pick of the pieces, or if she even wanted to.

End Flashback

Rosalie laid back on her bed tears forming at her eyes. It had been so long since she had cried. She let them spill out feeling her eyes burn hating herself for letting things get this far.

She was so consumed with her sobbing she didn't notice her door creaking open, but she did feel the bed move under someone's weight. The body lay next to her and forced its arms around her pulling her close. She remembered turning and pushing her face deep down in its chest.

It was Jordan. Of course it was Jordan. She was so stupid. She was breaking down right in front of him, but she didn't care anymore, she needed someone and he was the best thing she had now.

He pulled her as close as possible and began playing with her hair, whispering into her ear that everything was going to be ok. Jordan still cared deeply for her, and he hurt when she did. She was thankful that she at least had him.

After what felt like hours she pulled away and looked up into his dark brown eyes. He was the same Jordan, just older.

He was much taller now towering over Rosalie, much like Virgil…and his hair had grown out quite long just like Her great Uncle Harry's hair always was. His skin seemed even darker as he stayed out in the sun and his once dark brown hair seemed to lighten up a smidge, Rosalie had to admit that he was quite attractive.

Rosalie dreaded going to Hogwarts. She even regretted that she was a witch. She almost wished that whoever her father was that if he were a muggle that she could have been like him. Then she would have never met the boy that so easily became her friend. She would have never fallen for his charm. She would have never fallen in love with him. And she would have never been so hurt by him that it changed her life dramatically.

There were many things Rosalie regretted in her miserable life, but meeting Virgil Draco Malfoy was the biggest regret she ever had.

"Oh Jordan….how could he do this to me?"

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