Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter. Sad right? I'd be so totally decked out, with Hot Topic shopping sprees and redecing my room! I wish I owned Ron, hehe. I'll just kidnap him. I do own the Original characters though. So if they aren't in the book, chances are they belong to me. xP If you want to borrow, lemme know.

A/N; Thanks to my reviewers, you guys are the best. I was hoping I'd have more reviews, but maybe by the end of this chapter or the next hm? Sorry about the late update, I've been busy and side tracked.

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"So are you alright?" Ron spoke up after a moment; Jey was still holding an angry look on her face. She hoped to dear death she was right, she'd been through so much. She'd dealt with it all with out Draco, could she truly live with out him after how close they'd been growing up? Maybe if he didn't remember her but she'd missed him so much, although she had never told anyone. The man she knew as a father and the woman she knew as a mother could tell for a few years she'd been sad. But she had never told anyone of the best friend that got away; it was too much pain for her to speak of him. When he LEFT her, after he promised not to. "Jey?" Ron repeated her name for the third time as she was pulled out of her thoughts.

"What? Sorry Ronald, I got side tracked." She sighed softly, allowing him to rub her hand with his thumb as he tried to comfort her.

"I asked if you were alright." He spoke softly as his hand held hers, giving her a small smile. "You've been quiet ever since Malfoy left."

"I'm... Uhh. I'm fine." She nodded softly, lightly squeezing Ron's hand. Other than Zabini, Ron was the nicest friend she had around here. "I was just thinking about something." She said, offering him a slight smile.

"Like what?" he asked, tilting his head a little.

"Someone I knew growing up..." she spoke, thinking back to the young Malfoy she knew.

"Oh..." Ron started but trailed off after a moment, thinking. "Who?" he asked, offering her that friendly smile of his.

He's so adorable when he smiles. Jey thought to herself with a small sigh. She had enough problems and Ron was just her friend, and only her friend. "Draco.." she muttered but loud enough for him to hear. Ron was staring bug eyed at her, his thumb seized it's movement with the rest of him. Jey then begun to explain the story of her with her best friend growing up. Some of the fun times they had, how Lucius had been her 'father's' friend, along with Narcissa and Lucius being her 'mother's' friend. She then explained the day that she last saw him, the promise he'd made. "I've lived with out him since; it's been so hard to live without my first best friend. But I've tried dealing and seeing him again it hard. I can't have him know, he can't find out. Promise me you won't tell him Ron." Jey pleaded with Ron, with a sad look on his face.

Ron listened to her story, watching her carefully. She seemed so upset while telling the story, yet surprisingly a bit happy to remember the good side of Draco. One she'd probably never seen since her arrival to the school. His thumb started to rub the back of her hand again as she told him not to tell. "I promise Jey, it'll be up to you when the time comes. If that time ever comes." He spoke softly as he kept his eyes on hers.

"Mr. Weasley you should be in class." Madam Pomfrey scowled him as she walked into the room. Ron jumped a little and Jey looked over at her.

"Yes Madam Pomfrey..." he spoke with a nod as he stood. He turned to Jey and leaned down to her. "I'll see you at dinner, alright?" he asked and she nodded. He turned around and left the hospital room.

"Miss Oleander, you'll be able to leave, soon as I'm done." Madam Pomfrey spoke as Jey watched Ron leave. Jey just nodded as Madam Pomfrey ran a test or too, to give Jey a clean bill of health. "Alright, all set. Off with you now." Madam Pomfrey smiled.

Jey smiled as she jumped off the bed. She walked swiftly out the door, man did she hated hospitals.

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She had been walking around the school for a few minutes, maybe longer. She checked the old pocket watch she'd gotten at a garage sale and sighed softly. She knew from the way girls chattered in the common room at night; Draco would be out of class soon. Besides him, her few other friends would be out of class too, hopefully she could run into one of them before Draco found her. She had found her way to the seventh floor corridor and knew she couldn't go to the library. Draco would be there waiting for her by now, the library had felt like a safe place… She thought about a library like place, somewhere with a comfy couch she could doze off on if needed. She repeated it, wishing she could find such a room, when a door appeared.

She stopped in her footsteps and stared at the door. It was brown and imprinted with strange words here and there. She reached for the knob and opened the door, gasping at the room. It held dark blues and silvers on the walls, black curtains, a seeming to match the room couch and a roaring fire place. There was a basket filled with apples and fruit packs and she smiled. Good, she'd wanted an apple. This was a strange room, but at least she was away from Draco.

She had thought she was alone, she was hoping she was. She looked around the room, not seeing anyone hiding in here. She removed her shirt, leaving her in her black sports bra. She loosened the tie, leaving it on for now, sitting on the large couch in front of the fire. "Draco, why did I have to come here? I was doing so fine on my own. Or at least I was dealing with everything well enough on my own, now I have to deal with you?" she asked herself softly, not even noticing the door slowly opening, listening to her every word. She held up her hand towards the book case and a book flew into it as she watched the fire. "Ahhh, 'Dovey Coe'. Just what I needed." She spoke softly to herself as she opened it up and began to read.

"What do you mean, now you have to deal with me? Am I some burden on your precious life?" a voice asked bitterly as it closed the door behind him.

"Go away Draco." Jey said with hardly any bitterness to it, just sitting there, shaking in her memories of what once was.

"No, not until you talk to me." He drawled as he took a seat close to her on the couch, watching her recoil in his closeness.

God... why am I doing this? I should yell at him again but I can't. He used to be my best friend, now it's like I don't know him anymore. He's been gone for half my life.. Does he even know me anymore? Does he even know how much I needed him these past eight years? She thought to herself as if Draco wasn't even there. Her eyes on the fire as she tried not to shake even more, pulling herself against the arm of the chair. "Aa-bb… about what?" she asked, stuttering lightly. God what she wouldn't give for her control right now, she had gotten tough with everything happening in her muggle schools, but now she was shaking in the memories of her long lost best friend. He was sitting right there and yet she couldn't tell him.

"About why you yelled at me in the hospital wing, what did you mean by what you said?" he asked as he watched her body shake. He felt like he should comfort her… like it was his job in some way.

"It was nothing, I was just…" she thought of something to say at the moment. "angry and you just seemed so stuck up I didn't want to deal with you." She spoke, part of it felt like a lie. What she wouldn't give to hug the best friend she once knew so well, but it's like something had changed. Or maybe he was hiding her Drakie deep down inside, maybe something happened to him to? But she couldn't risk anything by letting him know, she had been promised a best friend for life and yet she'd never saw him again after that. She wouldn't deal with the thought of having some form of him back only to loose him again. She'd been hurt too many times and the memories of her best friend, well… she wouldn't let them be spoiled. Maybe she was just afraid. Afraid to let anyone in anymore, that was probably it. What with all the pain, a comforting friend like her Drakie had been would have helped, but he seemed too different now.

"I am a Malfoy." He chuckled, trying to cheer her up a bit. He felt something that seemed so familiar but he couldn't place it. His life had been so stressful as he grew older; Potter wasn't the only one with the weight of a world on your shoulders. He watched her recoil and shake more at the mention of his name and he sighed. "What have I done wrong, tell me how I'm supposed to act Jey. You act like you hate me or something. I was raised to act this way, it's how a Malfoy is." He spoke with a bit more emotion in his voice, wondering her reaction to this statement.

He stood up as he spoke, wanting to cry so hard right now. He didn't understand anything did he? He didn't remember just how close they used to be… but as she told Ronald that was a good thing. "You're who you chose to be Draco." She spoke; she knew that was one of her favorite things to say to him. By the look on his face she could tell he was in deep thought.

"You know, I think you're the only one who thinks that." he chuckled, trying to regain from his confusion.

"Maybe I know you better than you think I do." She told him with out looking at him, resting her hand on the mantle above the fire place.

"What does that mean?" he asked, slightly annoyed as he stood up. "You know nothing about me." He spoke, strangely bitter like.

Jey turned to face him and scowled at him. "Your right there Malfoy, I don't know you… anymore…" she muttered the last room as she stormed out of the room. She swiftly walked down the hall, forgetting she had left her shirt in the room. She could tell it was almost dinner time and walked towards the common room so she could change. She told the portrait the password and entered, heading straight to her dorm room.

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Zabini was sitting and working on his potions homework as he heard the portrait swing open. He looked up to notice Jey, with out a shirt on. Wearing something she'd once heard called a 'sports' bra. Women supposedly wore them during work outs and jogging or something like that. He jumped up from the chair and ran over to her as she reached the girl's stairs. She was shaking and he was a bit worried, she was his friend after all. Sure it was unlike Zabini to consider a girl a friend before all else, but she was one of the nicest and still most Slytherin girls he knew. "Jey, what's wrong?" he asked, watching her turn around.

"Tell your mate to leave me alone." Was all she said as she headed towards her dorm that she hatefully shared with Pansy and the other girls that would giggle about Draco all day long.

As she entered the room she groaned when she noticed Pansy sitting on her bed. "Oleander, good to see your out of the hospital wing." She lied badly with that ugly Pansy smirk on her face.

"Leave me along Pugface." She hissed, showing she wasn't in the mood to deal with her right now.

"Not until I settle something. Draco is mine and only mine, don't you dare touch him." She hissed in return, glaring at Jey.

"I had no intention of it, you can have him for all I care." She spoke, surprised to find herself slightly lying. More than likely she'd secretly hex Pansy for touching Draco, besides he hated her.

"Good. Now, you need to learn your place Oleander." Pansy hissed as she stood up and scowled at Jey.

"And you need to learn yours Parkinson." Came a voice from the doorway and Jey turned to see Zabini standing there. Pansy huffed and brushed roughly past Zabini, muttering how rude he was being to her.

"Thanks Blaise." Jey spoke softly, using his first name with a smile. She turned around and sat on the end of her bed, looking out of the window.

"Jey please, tell me what's up..." Zabini surprised himself by sounding so nice and worried towards her.

"I... I can't, you wouldn't understand."

"Try me…"

"It's a tough story to tell, I'm not sure you'd like to hear it."

"Jey, I'm your friend, tell me what's got you so upset. I've noticed it since the night we all arrived at Hogwarts..." he spoke, walking over to her and sitting next to her.

"Yeah... Well about a month before I even knew about this school, so much changed for me. I grew up as a muggle; I mean really thinking I was a muggle. I didn't even know about my active powers until late in my school year at a muggle high school." She spoke softly as she stared at the floor now, avoiding his gaze. "Dumbledore appeared at my doorstep, looking for me. He started off about how a war was brewing and how I might be needed for it. How my father had been one of the more cruel and powerful 'death eaters', I started off on how could my father possibly be this 'death eater.'"

She paused for a moment and Zabini wanted to say something but let her continue. "That's when he told me… I was adopted by my 'family' soon after my birth. How the reason I have these active powers was due to my mother being from a long line of active power witches in America, how my father had worked for this Voldemort most of his life, as had the rest of his family." She explained, the conversation running around in her head again. "He told me that since I had my active powers and was 'sensible', Voldemort would be looking for me and the safest place would be Hogwarts." She finished for a moment as she looked back out the window, standing up and walking towards it.

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A/N; So please review guys. Sorry about this sorta cliff hanger. I didn't want to make the chapters too long. Don't worry I'm working on more chapters and will post them all with this probably. Sorta like a three – four chapter update if your lucky. I have a lot of ideas and things tonight.