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Author's Note: This story is going to get intense, hopefully sooner rather than later. I'll try to get into it quickly.

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Chapter 2-Everything

Emilie woke up the next morning thinking of the previous night. Had it been a dream? It can't have been.

"Hey Gin," Hermione said walking into the room with a smile that said she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.

"Hello," Emilie replied. "Hey Mione, I've been thinking of going by my real name what do you think of that?"

"You mean Virginia?"

"No, I mean Emilie."

"Oh, well it'll take some getting used to but I can work on it."

"So how was last night?" Emilie asked not knowing why she was asking.

Perhaps she liked the torture of thinking about her crush having sex with her friend.

"Amazing!" Hermione said with a smile. "Seriously Gin-er Emilie, you wouldn't even believe it."

"Okay, well you can stop now, I don't want this to end in my being scarred for life."

Hermione laughed. "I'm gonna go jump in the shower. See you at breakfast."

It was Saturday and about 10 am so the Great Hall was filled with breakfasting students. Emilie was rather tired and lost in thought so she ate without really talking to anyone. She just concentrated on her food but after about ten minutes she just couldn't ignore the feeling of eyes burning into her. She looked up but saw no one at her table looking at her like they wanted to talk. She glanced around the room until her gaze landed on Draco Malfoy who was staring at her intently.

Their eyes locked for a moment. It seemed as though both knew what the other was thinking because they got up from their tables at the exact same time. They made certain not to look at each other so no one would think there was a reason they were leaving together. When they made sure that there was no one in the hall the two slipped into an empty classroom.

They stood about five feet apart neither saying anything. They looked at each other questioningly. Finally after about 3 minutes of awkward silence Emilie spoke.

"What was that? I mean I just sort of knew you wanted me to come here."

"I don't know." Draco replied. "I don't even know why I wanted you to come here. I just sort of felt like we left last night unfinished."

"Sorry I just... it was weird to...the way you said..."

"I know."

For the next half an hour the two talked. It seemed as though they never had to complete a thought because the other always knew, always understood.

"I don't want to be who I am anymore." Emilie said.

"Or maybe it's that you want to be you." Draco suggested. "That Ginny is a lie."

"That's it. That is exactly it."

"Come and see the other side, you have to know that you're on the losing side. Harry Potter isn't going to save the world and my lord is not trying to destroy it. They just have two different view points on what is good and what is happiness. You're a pureblood. You don't have to subject yourself to the hatred that my lord feels for the inferior."

"But that's not everything..."

"I know, you hate how you act, how you dress, who you're friends with, I know, so leave it all behind. Start over. It's not too late yet."

"But what if..."

"It won't be worse. You'll love it. I can see it in you. That you're everything you need to be for this."

"Can I..."

"No, you can't ever go back, what's you've made the full transition you are bound to it. You're friends and family wouldn't take you back anyway. But take the process slowly. One small step at a time. It will build your strength. To slowly separate yourself from them to be able to handle the criticism and I will work on getting you on the good side of the Dark Lord."

"Okay."

"I promise he'll love you, he'll forgive you for not saving him in your second year."

"How-"

"Because, Emilie, he will recognize that you are everything."