Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I'd be with Draco. All I own is the plot, Callista Everwood, Georgia Walker, Erin Holloway and Rilyn, the house elf.

By the way there is swearing in here. Specifically referring to the 'F' word formally known as fuck. :)

Sorry it took so long, school happened.

This chapter is dedicated to: my friend Rachel, who's helped me through so much lately.

After Snape and Callie left the room of requirement, Snape led her back down to his office. He sat down on one of the couches in the corner and sat her down next to him. Wrapping his arms around her he held her close as she sobbed into his chest. His hands ran through her hair trying to calm her down. He wasn't sure what to say, he'd never been in this situation, but he tried his best.

"Everything will be okay, don't worry."

"How do you know that?" Callie cried lifting her head slightly.

"I don't, but I'm hoping."

Callie's eyes filled with more tears as she moved closer into Snape's chest. Through all her years in Hogwarts she never thought she'd be crying into the chest of Severus Snape. And to top it all off, he was surprisingly comforting. He didn't say much, but just held her there, letting her let out her emotions. After about an hour of just sitting there, trying to calm her down he helped her up.

"How do you think this will affect your task?" He asked.

Her head perked up, she hadn't thought of that, "I... I don't know."

"Oh. If you need anything, I'm here."

She merely nodded, thanked him, and left his office. At the moment she knew of nowhere to go. Desperately she wanted to go cry to her mother, but she couldn't. Her next thought was to go visit her father but she had no idea where he was, and he knew nothing about her little romance with Draco. Her only other option was to go to her friends.

Dashing up to the common room she stated the password, ran in and looked around for her friends. Up in the dorms, was no one. She knocked on the boys dorms, "Anyone in here?"

She heard the door unlock and Oliver standing there in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He looked down at his friend, his eyes widened at the sight of her red tear stained face. Never once as her friend had he seen that, "Callie, what happened? Are you okay?"

"Is Georgia here?"

"No, she, Hermione and Ginny headed down to Hogsmeade to pick up somethings. They went to find you but didn't know where you were. Are you sure you're okay?"

Sniffling Callie looked up at the Quidditch Captain, "Are you busy right now?"

"No, I'm not."

Callie let out a small smile before running into his chest, wrapping her arms around him tightly. He lifted her up into his arms and brought her into the boys dorm. He sat her down on his bed and sat next to her, pushing her hair away from her face, "What happened Callie?"

"I...Draco and I broke up." She said through sniffles.

Oliver wasn't sure what to say. He had never liked Draco or talked to him much in all the years he'd been at school. But he knew deep down that he had to have been a great guy for Callie to have put up with him for so long. Looking down at her red sullen face he knew he had to help her, "Aw, I'm sorry."

"I had a feeling we'd break up, but now I that I think about it, I shouldn't have said what I did."

"What did you say?"

"I told him I couldn't deal with him and some other girl would. It was harsh Oliver." She said letting her head fall into his chest.

Sighing Oliver ran his hand through her hair, "Look Cal, it was for the best. Before you two can really be together, you have to realise one thing."

Looking up at Oliver she gazed into his eyes, confused, "What's that?"

"You have to be able to see the faults in each other. Once you do that, and you really understand them, how they work and why they're present you'll be able to overcome anything."

"I don't understand."

"How do I explain this? Uh... in order for you and Draco to work, you have to accept everything that he is. You have to understand that the way he acts is the way he is and that he can't just change for you, even though he might. You have to know that relationships aren't just about getting along and all that physical stuff. They're more about how you grow as person because of being with someone."

"Oh, I think I kind of get it."

"Like Georgia always says, I love you, not only for who you are, but for what I am when I'm with you."

Callie smiled and thought for a moment. It was true, she was a completely different person around Draco. She was a whole lot happier than she had ever been when she wasn't with him. He completed her. Georgia was right. Lifting her knees up to her chest she looked up at Oliver, "Thanks, I...I think that helped."

...

Narcissa sat her son down on the couch and reached out to wipe his tears, "What happened honey?"

"She left me Momma. And I don't know what to do. I've never felt this way before and now it's like all gone."

"Who left you baby? Callie?"

"Yeaaaahhh." He whined, "She shouted and left."

"Why was she shouting?" Narcissa asked holding her son's hand in hers, rubbing it comfortly.

"I said some things I shouldn't have and she got fed up. And she burst into tears and left me alone. I...I didn't know where else to go."

Holding him close to her she let him cry once again into his chest, "This isn't like you Draco. You don't cry. I've never seen you cry, even as a baby."

"I know Momma, but I didn't know what to do. I couldn't break anything or ruin anything cause, that's part of the reason we broke up and I guess the only thing left was to...to cry. I couldn't control it, it just happened."

"Crying is quite alright sweets. It shows you've truly got a heart. And it means you're head over heels in love with Callie."

"What do you mean?"

Narcissa merely laughed, "I wouldn't be surprised if in the next couple days you can't eat or you can't sleep, and every waking moment you spend thinking about her."

"I...oh, what does that mean if all that happens?"

"You're so clueless with this it's adorable. If all that happens it means you've fallen ridiculously hard, and well she's probably the one then."

His crying stopped for a moment, "You mean she's my soulmate?"

"Yes, my love."

Draco sat there, pondering the situation. He ran his hand through his messy hair and shook it, letting it fall into his face. For the next few minutes all he could do was sit there. Narcissa watched in awe as he had a private conversation with himself.

Everything I've ever worked for as a Malfoy has been shattered. I was meant to be a strong self fulfilling human being, one who would change the world and work for The Dark Lord, for as long as physically possible. But lately I find myself questioning that. Is it because I don't want it? Or is it because I know for sure it's not who I am anymore? Callie has a part in this as well. Is it because of her? Is Mum right in the sense that she's the one?

If she is the one, what do I do? Do I tell her? Or do I keep my manhood? But will telling her be a good thing? Will she understand? Maybe I should stay here with Mum for a bit and see if she can help me out with this, then I'll go back and patch things up with Callie, although maybe it might be better to wait until after I succeed in my task, that way she'll see me as a strong person, and maybe take me back faster.

Narcissa tilted her head to the side watching her son. She watched him shake himself out of his trance. He looked over at her, started breathing heavily, sniffled and let his head fall into his mother's chest again. She only laughed as she consoled him. It was the only thing she knew to do, he'd never been like this.

...

Lucius walked into the Riddle house, and slipped through the kitchen and living room into the back room. He saw the rest of the Death Eaters sitting around a large wooden table. At the opposite end of the door sat The Dark Lord staring up at him. On his face was a stern and serious look. Something was wrong, and he wanted Lucius to fix it.

"Yes My Lord, you called?"

"Yes, Lucius, find Princess."

Lucius tilted his head sideways, perplexed, "Excuse me?"

"FIND PRINCESS, MY ANGEL! She hasn't bloody been coming when I called and it's fucking pissing me off!"

"Oh, My Lord, I...of course. What would you like me to do with her once I find her?"

"Bring her to me. I'll handle it."

Lucius nodded and left the house. He apparated back the Manor and stood in front of the door for a moment. Why the fuck do I have to find this little teenage bitch? She's a snotty, insufferable maniac. What's so important about her anyway? Yeah, I get she's suposed to watch over Draco but she's a fucking girl! She has no right to watch over my son like that. What the fuck did she ever do to get on the Dark Lord's side so well? She was only a mere three year old when she joined. I want, nay, need to find out her story as well as her insufferable, bitchy self.

Pushing open the door to the Manor he trudged into the house mumbling to himself. Without saying a word to his wife or his son, who he had not expected to be sitting on the couch, he stormed up to his office and slammed the door shut.

...

After having no luck with finding Princess, Lucius collapsed onto his bed. He wasn't sure how he was meant to find her. He knew nothing about her, besides that her nickname was Princess. Never had The Dark Lord ever described her. He spent hours on end looking up the names of the Death Eaters, not once had a girl's name appeared that he didn't immediately recognize.

On the list he did see 'Princess' multiple times. But that was it, and there was never a picture of her. She was like a phantom, came and went as she pleased, and never showed her face. He even went into Hogwarts to try and scope out some of the students; stalking sometimes even to see if he could recognize the voice.

But no, he had no luck. After about three days he stormed down the stairs with a grumpy look on his face. He was storming down the stairs and into the kitchen. Grabbing a piece of bread from the fridge he ripped it apart with his teeth forcefully.

In the living room sat Draco and Narcissa. The two of them were watching a movie, bonding. Narcissa noticed her husband's foul mood and lifted her head up to look at him. He groaned and continued ripping the bread apart forcefully with his teeth. Shifting from her position on the couch she stood up from the couch and headed over to the kitchen. Sitting on a bar stool by the counter she whispered to her husband, "What's wrong honey?"

"That bloody girl didn't show up for any of the fucking meetings in the last few days, and now I've got to bloody find her. I don't know who the fuck she is, and I've been working my arse off to search for her." Lucius said groaning, very annoyed.

"Who are you talking about honey?" Narcissa asked still confused.

"That stupid girl The Dark Lord calls Princess! She won't respond to His calls, and she won't send him a message or tell him why. She's just ignoring us all. And I have to fucking find her."

Over on the couch Draco's head perked up as his father talked about 'Princess.' Draco had a strong feeling that his father was referring to Callie, as he had heard Callie talk about being called that. There was a part of him that wanted to rat her out and get her in trouble with The Dark Lord for fucking with his heart, but he knew she'd never take him back after that. As he sat watching his father rant about how to find Callie, Draco kept hesitating. Finally having enough, he stood up from the couch, shook himself out of his trance, put on his Malfoy glare and stood in front of this father.

"Father, I know where she is."

Lucius looked down at his son with his eyes wide, "What? You know who I'm talking about?"

"Yes, I do. And I can get her to you if you want."

"That would be excellent. The Dark Lord would be very pleased, he might even bump you up and put you higher in his chain."

"I'd like that. Give me a moment, I'll go get her."

Just as Draco was about to apparate out of his house his father stopped him, "Who is she?"

"She's my ex." He said right before apparating.

Draco left Lucius and Narcissa standing there in sheer shock. Lucius was confused as to how his son knew her and he didn't. Narcissa was shocked he had said that. Looking up at her husband her eyes widened, "Callie is Princess?"

"Who?"

"Draco's ex girlfriend, the girl who came to visit for Christmas."

"WHAT? Of course, why the fuck didn't I realise that before? No wonder she could fix my cane, The Dark Lord's taught her a fuckload of things. GOD DAMMIT!"

"That makes sense. I didn't realise it either. Maybe that's why Draco felt so comfortable around her, because she knew about his task."

...

Draco had apparated at the front gate of the school. Pushing the gate open he slipped inside, and into the castle. Dashing through the crowds of people going to class he searched for either a sign of Callie or any of her friends. Sitting out on the benches in the courtyard was Oliver and Georgia, fiddling with each other's hands. For a moment he stood there, jealous, he wanted to play with Callie's hands in the middle of the courtyard.

Shaking himself away from the thought he confidently made his way over to them, "Walker, Wood!"

The two heads shot up at the sound of their names, to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of them. Georgia groaned and turned her body away from him. Oliver merely shook his head and looked back down at Georgia. Standing there confused, Draco ran his hand through his hair nervously.

"Where is she?"

"Why do you care?" Oliver snapped at him.

"I just want to talk to her, to apologise."

Georgia looked over at him, "You've got to be fucking joking! There is no way in hell we're gonna let you talk to her."

"Come on, just give me five minutes. That's all I need."

"No, we're not letting you see her. You fucking broke her heart!" Oliver shouted at Draco.

"I did not! She was the one who started it, don't you fucking blame me!" Draco shouted back.

"Can we stop saying fuck?" Georgia asked politely.

"NO! I want you to let me see her! You let me see her and I'll stop saying fuck!" Draco's voice was now intimidating.

"Gosh Fucking Dammit, can we just let him see her? He's going to drive me insane." Oliver said looking down at his girlfriend.

"No we cannot Oliver. You heard what she said." Georgia said never taking her eyes away from his.

"Ah, that's right. Yeah, no, you can't see her." Oliver confirmed.

"Why? What the fuck did she say?" Draco glared; he was now getting annoyed.

Oliver and Georgia looked at each other for a moment before finally sighing. Georgia looked up at Draco hestiantly, "Fine, just because we want you to go away. She said: For the next week I don't want to talk to anyone, see anyone, hear about any gossip, leave my dorm room or move from this spot on the bed, unless I need something. Under no circumstances are you to send anyone up here to talk to me because I will hex them into the next thousand years and they'll never come back. That especially means that low life piece of shit mother fucking Slytherin boy. Got it?"

Draco's eyes widened, "Oh, I...but I...I need to talk to her."

"Did you not fucking hear what we just said? YOU WILL NOT TALK TO HER!" Oliver shouted at the top of his lungs.

The other students who happened to be sitting around the courtyard all turned their heads to see Oliver Wood, one of the calmest and sweetest boys in the school shouting at the Slytherin Prince. Many of the girls weren't entirely sure what to do. They didn't know if they should side with Oliver or feel sorry for Draco. Instead no one did anything, but just watched in horror.

"You don't understand. I NEED to talk to her, it's urgent. She'll understand."

"Dude, the fuck? We just told you for the thousandth bloody time you couldn't talk to her." Oliver said.

Draco groaned and stormed away from the courtyard. He ran into the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room in hopes to find someone coming out of it.

Sorry it was so short, I've been busy, I promise the next will be longer.

Is Draco gonna find someone? Will he get to talk to her?

-xActDanceWritex