Note: Flashbacks in italics.

Chapter 5: Broken Promises and Promises Made

He placed his left hand on her hip and took her hand with his other. He looked at her with his charming smile and gleaming eyes. All the other nymphs stood on the side watching the couple sweep across the dance floor.

It was the annual winter ball held at the castle. Faith and her mystery man were the hit of the ball. Everyone wondered and gossiped about who it could be. No one could tell because of the mask he wore.

"Shall we have another dance before we leave?" he said as he took her hand and walked onto the dance floor.

"I don't know if we should, Mr. Westchester." she gasped as she was pulled onto the dance floor.

They continued dancing throughout the night and didn't leave until the wee hours of the morning. Then all the nymphs and satyrs left.

She hugged him dear and whispered in his ear, "Promise me you'll never leave me, promise."

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She walked quietly behind Draco who was walking fast and angrily. He swung his fists back and forth as he passed the many halls and doors. She felt guilty, but she didn't know why. She was the victim. She was the one lead into a strange room. She was the one being made to felt insecure and insignificant; though on the contrary, she was the most important thing at the moment.

Draco suddenly stopped and turned around.

"What were you doing in there?!" said Draco furiously.

"I don't know," replied Cho meekly.

"You don't know!" exclaimed Draco, "You don't know anything!"

She felt she had no power; she was much unprotected and in a very dangerous place. She could nothing but cry.

"What the matter with you?" said Draco looking at her. After looking at her a while he couldn't help but start feeling sad himself. He thought back to the first time he disappointed his father. He remembered all those times where he felt small and belittled by his father's expectations.

Draco was brought back to the present when he felt something squeeze him. He looked down and it was her. Her face was buried in his shirt; he could tell she was still crying. The tears came out and were soaked by his shirt. He couldn't find himself complaining. Instead he strangely put his arms around her and placed his head on top of hers.

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"Now don't be sad," he cooed as he dodged flying plates and silverware, "you can't expect me to be with you for the rest of my life! I love this woman and she loves me."

This time a book came hurling towards his head, she'd moved to the den.

"I belong with my own kind!" he yelled, but she couldn't hear him. She slammed her door and cried on her bed.

He brought her home on a Tuesday. Her name was Mary. "How plain," she thought, "and he would have a plain life." She walked away to her room. She didn't want to see him with her.

He had broken his promise. He now loved another and replaced her room for a baby's.

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She now sat on her bed. The tears had gone, but her nose still pink. Draco didn't know what to do. He'd never dealt with a crying girl before. He sat on the bed too for lack of a better idea.

"I'm sorry," said Cho as she didn't know what to say either. "I'm sorry you're not as loved as you should be. I'm sorry you feel so unimportant." She began rambling on.

"W-what did you say?" said Draco confused. "I am important, I'm a Malfoy!" he said now angry.

She didn't look at him, but instead looked off into the distance or rather at the wall. It seemed as if her mind was somewhere else. She wasn't like her usual self or at least the usual self that he knew.

"You can hear me when I'm around you." said Cho in a monotone voice.

"Of course I can hear you, you're right next to me!" shouted Draco, "What the bloody hell are you talking about?!"

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"Would you stop your crying? You're making me cry," said a teary eyed Mr. Westchester. She didn't stop; she wanted him to cry. She wanted to cause him the pain that he caused her.

"You know," sighed Mr. Westchester, "you make me happy and I smile when you do. But, you make me sad and miserable as hell when you are too. It's a gift, but a curse for me. You get to be happy and be happier that the people around you are happy. When you are sad you get to feel better by making everyone else unhappy."

Mr. Westchester put his hands on his laps, "I thought I loved you, but it was only an illusion and I know you know it too. I thought you made me happy, but I was only happy because you were, you made me. I thought I cared about you because I was sad when you were, but then again you made me. You make me do everything. With you I'm like a puppet. I can't be myself. I know you care for me and love me, so please just let me go and let me be myself."

The tears consumed her face, she knew it was true; yet, she kept living the lie because she felt happy for once.

"I love Mary, I truly do," sighed Mr. Westchester as he got up, "It is also my hope that you and her will become friends in time.

But they never did become friends. Mary never bossed or treated Faith unfairly, but Faith never opened up or smiled when Mary was around.

Mary was having labor troubles with her second child. She became pale and weak. There was nothing Faith could do even if she wanted to. Faith was holding the child one day. The babe reached out and grabbed Faith's finger. She grew attached to the child. Faith began looking at Mary through a different eye. She could no longer feel hate, but sadness.

It was a Tuesday. Faith was bringing in Mary a cup of tea.

"Please," coughed Mary, "have a seat Faith, I have something I'd like to ask of you."

Faith took a stool and sat near Mary.

"You and I have never," Mary wheezed and coughed, "never been good friends or ever good friends. I've seen you with my babies. I know you love my husband." Mary paused to drink her tea then continued, "I'd like to be frank, I am dying. I don't have much time here, but you do. Would you please," Mary coughed again, "watch over my family and see that no harm falls upon them?"

Just after Mary finished speaking, Mr. Westchester came in.

"The doctor's here, darling," said Mr. Westchester in a quiet voice. "Would you mind leaving Faith?" said Mr. Westchester looking at her.

Faith got up, put away the stool and left.

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She lost some of her powers when she had to become Cho. For one, she couldn't make people feel anything anymore.

"Huh-lo! Are you there?" said Draco waving his hand in front of her face.

She turned and smiled at him then hugged him. This was the second time she hugged him that day. As she hugged him, he wondered if there'd be more hugs like this. Then something made him wipe the smirk off his face. Here was a sad and vulnerable girl, he began to feel sad for her; yet, at the same time he felt happy. She felt so warm and soft. It was like hugging his pillow except she was a real person, someone who had feelings and would talk to him. "Not that I've ever hugged my pillow," thought Draco to himself.

"I wouldn't think you hugged your pillow either," replied Cho as she hugged even tighter, and he let her.

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"How was it?" said Voldemort. He was sitting in his chair again. Lucius stood before him.

"Everything is coming along. I was sidetracked a bit, but it's not big worry." said Lucius calmly.

"Did you tell her our plan? Did she accept?" said Voldemort anxiously.

"Er," coughed Lucius, "I didn't get to that quite yet."

Voldemort took out his wand, "You better tell her soon Lucius, and she better accept!" He fingered his wand in his other hand, "Or it'll cause you great pain."

"I-I understand," stumbled Lucius.

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The ceremony was quite grand. Mr. Westchester wanted it to be that way for the one he loved. She wore her wedding gown and flowers were everywhere. People cried, but not as much as they could've since they hadn't held her so dear in their lives. She was after all, plain.

Faith knelt beside the coffin. She felt sad, but she couldn't quite bring herself to cry. There was a line to pay respects. She didn't have a lot of time.

"I promise," she said and kissed Mary's forehead.

It was weeks after Mary died. Faith sat by the window feeding the youngest Westchester, all the while, crying.

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"Can you hear me now?" she whispered.

Draco laid there silently for a while then answered, "All I hear is, badump bump bump bump."

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Author's Note: Hooray for some action! I think this chapter was a bit more sappy, but I love it. You get the feeling there's going to be a big romance and blah blah and hearts will be broken. Tears will be shed! I think I will cry if one of you cry. For the whole "can you hear me next to you" thing, I got the while listening to "SOS" bye ABBA.

Next Chapter: Things are going to get bumpy for Draco and FAITH?! Lucius tries again to get Faith to join their side. And I didn't put it in this chapter, but NEXT chapter, Faith will run out of leaves! AHH…

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