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A/N: Hey everyone! This is the 2nd Chapter of We Will Meet Again.like it?
Special thanks to: EclipseAzNGTX, Swanny, Crazy-Slythies #1 and #2
Okay on with the story!!!
Chapt. 2 We Will Meet Again
The next few days carried on and on as usual. Jelena tried to ignore Draco while Draco tried to get closer to her. Jelena knew Draco was her childhood friend but knowing the times weren't as happy as they used to be, she couldn't be so sure. She had never forgotten him either. But, she couldn't owl him throughout the years.
Her family had moved to a place where magic was highly suspicious. Her father was to protect the Ministry of Magic in Switzerland while she left to study magic at Durmstrang Institute. Her mother had been a teacher for a boarding school near the Ministry of Magic.
Jelena knew but she couldn't face him. The memories came back. She cherished them with all her heart. But had Draco forgotten? It just wasn't the same anymore. She was sure that if Draco knew, he would have hugged her the first time they met. Because of his promise. The word of a Malfoy. And those, as the Wizarding world knew, were sacred and scarce.
On September 23, an owl swooped by her and a note fell on her lap. She hesitantly opened the note and read:
Meet me in the Common Room tonight at 12. I need to talk to you. -Draco.
Silently, she slipped the note in her robes and talked merrily with her friends.
"Pureza, you have a boyfriend. Who? Spill." "Blaise Zabini." She blushed. Marvella laughed. "Wouldn't laugh if I were you. Who?" "Terrence Higgs." "Noƫllea?" "Malcolm Braddock." "Karena?"
"Single and lovin' it." "Me too. Wait, I saw you talking to Nigel Kieran." "Fine. He was cute okay? Do you have such a problem with me talking to a certain Nigel? Huh? Do ya, punk?" "You've been listening to my CD's again, haven't you?" "Maybe."
The day passed on and soon it was time to meet in the Common Room. The clock struck 11:40 so Jelena decided to go downstairs with a good book in her hands dressed in a dark green silk Chinese top unbuttoned with a white wife-beater underneath and a gray tank top under that. Her shorts were just plain black sport shorts.
She plopped on a couch and drew the plush blanket dripping over the couch on her cold body. In the middle of an intense part, Draco came through the entrance. Without knowing Jelena was there, he stalked to his dorm and changed into a black wife-beater and boxers. He grabbed a book and walked back downstairs, knowing everyone was in their dorms except for Jelena, hopefully.
He sat down on another couch opposite Jelena completely engrossed in his book.
"Good book?" Jelena asked.
Draco looked up startled. "Yes. It is."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
Draco nodded as he pulled out the picture from the night before. "Do you know who this is?
Jelena gasped quickly. "How do you have that picture?"
"That is me and my friend, Stephanie Weng."
"I don't know how you found out but I know that you are NOT him. You are NOT that person in the picture! This person promised me that he would hug me. I would know it was him by his touch. You are not him." She whimpered.
"But I am. Look at the picture, Jelena." He said forcefully. She stared at the photo. "Now look into my eyes." She did. "Now tell me you're not Jelena, Stephanie."
"But I am."
"Stop lying." He grabbed her and hugged her tightly like they used to years ago. She felt so right in his arms. She sighed and sobbed.
"You are him. And I'm not lying. Draco, I am Jelena Weng."
"How is it so? Are you her twin? Did Stephanie die?"
"I am Jelena Weng."
He gripped her wrist tightly as she squirmed under the pain. "Do not lie. What happened?"
"Draco, I had to. There was no choice. When I moved, I had to change my identity. I was so scared."
"Steph, why did you move?"
"My family was attacked. They thought that they had killed me, but they had killed Jelena. So, I changed my name to Jelena Ketetrina Weng. My sister died, Draco. She died because of me." She tore her sleeves up her arm to show him her scarred wrists. The gashes, as he could tell, went deep. From the size of her wounds, only Swiss Army knife blades could have done such a straight slash. There must have been more than 5 on each wrist.
"Those marks are a reminder of how I feel. Every night, I would cry and slit a new cut. I wish I had died instead of Jelena. They stabbed her. She would have been here instead of me. She deserves that kind of life. She would have been here with me. We would have been in Slytherin together. I'm her older sister. I should have protected her!" She sobbed heavily.
Draco stared in surprise of the girl in front of him. Stephanie Weng was always a girl that could never cry. For some reason, no one could make her cry, she was that strong. Though, she could make everyone else cry. It was odd. She just broke down so easily.
"There is so much that happened. I didn't know what to do."
"Steph, after all these years, where did you go?"
"I went to Durmstrang. No one knew, maybe except for Dumbledore and Snape. They knew about Jelena. Jelena was living with my cousins at the time. We decided that after the move, we would take over of Jelena. She was at Durmstrang then. Many of my other brothers and sisters were at Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. I don't know if they're coming here."
Draco brought her closer to him and began to play with her hair. "Steph, I know this is hard for you. But you will get through this. And I'll be there for you."
"You lie."
"How could I lie to you? We're seeing each other like I promised, right? I could never lie to you, Steph. That would be like tricking the Devil. Not that you're the Devil of course."
"You know what? You straight knocked up, boo."
"Boo? I don't think its Halloween yet. We have about a month, smart one."
"Thanks for calling me smart! Where have you been? Draco, boo is American slang for baby."
"I'm not a baby."
"Gee, coulda fooled me. Baby as in my honey, sweetie. Cute stuff that you don't understand."
"I don't think you guys are ready for slang yet. I mean if a Malfoy doesn't get it, who will?"
"Hey! I resent that!" Draco shouted as he pummeled her with a pillow.
Ok.like before.please read and review!
A/N: Hey everyone! This is the 2nd Chapter of We Will Meet Again.like it?
Special thanks to: EclipseAzNGTX, Swanny, Crazy-Slythies #1 and #2
Okay on with the story!!!
Chapt. 2 We Will Meet Again
The next few days carried on and on as usual. Jelena tried to ignore Draco while Draco tried to get closer to her. Jelena knew Draco was her childhood friend but knowing the times weren't as happy as they used to be, she couldn't be so sure. She had never forgotten him either. But, she couldn't owl him throughout the years.
Her family had moved to a place where magic was highly suspicious. Her father was to protect the Ministry of Magic in Switzerland while she left to study magic at Durmstrang Institute. Her mother had been a teacher for a boarding school near the Ministry of Magic.
Jelena knew but she couldn't face him. The memories came back. She cherished them with all her heart. But had Draco forgotten? It just wasn't the same anymore. She was sure that if Draco knew, he would have hugged her the first time they met. Because of his promise. The word of a Malfoy. And those, as the Wizarding world knew, were sacred and scarce.
On September 23, an owl swooped by her and a note fell on her lap. She hesitantly opened the note and read:
Meet me in the Common Room tonight at 12. I need to talk to you. -Draco.
Silently, she slipped the note in her robes and talked merrily with her friends.
"Pureza, you have a boyfriend. Who? Spill." "Blaise Zabini." She blushed. Marvella laughed. "Wouldn't laugh if I were you. Who?" "Terrence Higgs." "Noƫllea?" "Malcolm Braddock." "Karena?"
"Single and lovin' it." "Me too. Wait, I saw you talking to Nigel Kieran." "Fine. He was cute okay? Do you have such a problem with me talking to a certain Nigel? Huh? Do ya, punk?" "You've been listening to my CD's again, haven't you?" "Maybe."
The day passed on and soon it was time to meet in the Common Room. The clock struck 11:40 so Jelena decided to go downstairs with a good book in her hands dressed in a dark green silk Chinese top unbuttoned with a white wife-beater underneath and a gray tank top under that. Her shorts were just plain black sport shorts.
She plopped on a couch and drew the plush blanket dripping over the couch on her cold body. In the middle of an intense part, Draco came through the entrance. Without knowing Jelena was there, he stalked to his dorm and changed into a black wife-beater and boxers. He grabbed a book and walked back downstairs, knowing everyone was in their dorms except for Jelena, hopefully.
He sat down on another couch opposite Jelena completely engrossed in his book.
"Good book?" Jelena asked.
Draco looked up startled. "Yes. It is."
"You wanted to talk to me?"
Draco nodded as he pulled out the picture from the night before. "Do you know who this is?
Jelena gasped quickly. "How do you have that picture?"
"That is me and my friend, Stephanie Weng."
"I don't know how you found out but I know that you are NOT him. You are NOT that person in the picture! This person promised me that he would hug me. I would know it was him by his touch. You are not him." She whimpered.
"But I am. Look at the picture, Jelena." He said forcefully. She stared at the photo. "Now look into my eyes." She did. "Now tell me you're not Jelena, Stephanie."
"But I am."
"Stop lying." He grabbed her and hugged her tightly like they used to years ago. She felt so right in his arms. She sighed and sobbed.
"You are him. And I'm not lying. Draco, I am Jelena Weng."
"How is it so? Are you her twin? Did Stephanie die?"
"I am Jelena Weng."
He gripped her wrist tightly as she squirmed under the pain. "Do not lie. What happened?"
"Draco, I had to. There was no choice. When I moved, I had to change my identity. I was so scared."
"Steph, why did you move?"
"My family was attacked. They thought that they had killed me, but they had killed Jelena. So, I changed my name to Jelena Ketetrina Weng. My sister died, Draco. She died because of me." She tore her sleeves up her arm to show him her scarred wrists. The gashes, as he could tell, went deep. From the size of her wounds, only Swiss Army knife blades could have done such a straight slash. There must have been more than 5 on each wrist.
"Those marks are a reminder of how I feel. Every night, I would cry and slit a new cut. I wish I had died instead of Jelena. They stabbed her. She would have been here instead of me. She deserves that kind of life. She would have been here with me. We would have been in Slytherin together. I'm her older sister. I should have protected her!" She sobbed heavily.
Draco stared in surprise of the girl in front of him. Stephanie Weng was always a girl that could never cry. For some reason, no one could make her cry, she was that strong. Though, she could make everyone else cry. It was odd. She just broke down so easily.
"There is so much that happened. I didn't know what to do."
"Steph, after all these years, where did you go?"
"I went to Durmstrang. No one knew, maybe except for Dumbledore and Snape. They knew about Jelena. Jelena was living with my cousins at the time. We decided that after the move, we would take over of Jelena. She was at Durmstrang then. Many of my other brothers and sisters were at Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. I don't know if they're coming here."
Draco brought her closer to him and began to play with her hair. "Steph, I know this is hard for you. But you will get through this. And I'll be there for you."
"You lie."
"How could I lie to you? We're seeing each other like I promised, right? I could never lie to you, Steph. That would be like tricking the Devil. Not that you're the Devil of course."
"You know what? You straight knocked up, boo."
"Boo? I don't think its Halloween yet. We have about a month, smart one."
"Thanks for calling me smart! Where have you been? Draco, boo is American slang for baby."
"I'm not a baby."
"Gee, coulda fooled me. Baby as in my honey, sweetie. Cute stuff that you don't understand."
"I don't think you guys are ready for slang yet. I mean if a Malfoy doesn't get it, who will?"
"Hey! I resent that!" Draco shouted as he pummeled her with a pillow.
Ok.like before.please read and review!
