A/N: I'm soooooo sorry. I know it took me for ever to update, but I make up to you by presenting a very long chapter. I worked on this chapter every day for about three or four hours a day from my last update. Now, I love this chappy. It tells you more about Jacqueline and her "wonderful" past. NEway, thank you to superspunky7 who edited part two and three of the chapter and SJC who edited the beginning. And now review and enjoy.

The next day after lunch, the Gryffindors headed up to the Common Room. When they entered they saw Jacqueline resting in an armchair, eyes half closed staring at a spot on the wall. She'd been in that state since that morning. She didn't move a lot now for the pain that spread throughout her body.

There was a huge crowd around the Quidditch listing. There were yes's and no's to be heard. Hermione and Ginny went up to Jacqueline with smiling faces. She didn't look at them.

"Jacqueline," said Hermione sharply which made the girl look at her through sad eyes.

"Get up."

A smirk came into Jacqui's eyes and she didn't move.

"There is no way we are letting the Gryffindor new chaser go without food."

Hermione and Ginny then took Jacqui by the arms and pulled her up and began to lead her to the Great Hall. They forced her to sit down across of Harry and Ron who looked at them. When everyone figured out what happened, they began to pile food onto Jacqui's plate. She looked at the people around her with tears in her eyes; realizing that they all cared for her and were concerned about her.

The Gryffindor table was quiet as they watched Jacqueline. She stared at the plate and fumbled with the fork that was forced into her hand. She then gave in and took a bite. More followed. The Gryffindors let out small cheers and Jacqui almost choked from laughter.

"You were really concerned about me?" asked Jacqui, not believing.

"Of course," said Ron smiling, "You're out friend."

"Didn't you have friends before you came here?" asked Harry.

Jacqueline shook her head no. Hermione gasped.

"I had one," said Jacqui through misty eyes, "but we were separated when we were six." Jacqueline then burst out crying. "Oh god, how much I miss him," she sobbed. "The truest friend I've ever had until now," she said smiling at Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny.

"Oh, Jacqui," said Hermione hugging her.

Jacqui was shocked. She hadn't been hugged since she was a little kid. Lunch was spent joyously and even Jacqui forgot all of her troubles.

They then went to a double DADA period. That day they had a lesson on the Imperious Curse and the room was filled with shudders. They then left the room with 20 inches of homework on the curse.

"Draco is getting on my last nerve," said Ginny, barging into the Common Room, a couple hours after dinner, "Actually, he is way past my last nerve!" She fell onto the couch next to Hermione. "I was coming out of the library and there he was. Began his usua…"

"Who's Draco?" interrupted Jacqui her eyes waking up from their dullness and beginning to sparkle.

"You don't know after all this time!" exclaimed Hermione. "Sorry, we should've introduced him properly on the train."

"It's Malfoy, Jacqueline. Draco Malfoy," said Ginny angrily.

"No wonder his name sounded so familiar," said Jacqueline getting up. A new expression of realization came over her and she turned to Ginny. "Where was he headed?"

"The dungeons," said Ginny slowly, "Why?"

Jacqueline didn't answer as she walked out of the Common Room with Hermione and Ginny following her, intrigued. Jacqueline went down to the dungeons and soon was behind Draco with a smile.

"Draco Malfoy," she said seriously.

He turned around, smirked and said, "What do you want?"

"You don't recognize me, do you?"

"Pardon me?"

"Do you remember a certain girl from about ten years ago by the name of Jacqueline?" she asked smiling.

"Yes," he said slowly, his eyes tracing Mireille's face for the 100th time that week. "I couldn't have been right," he whispered.

Jacqueline then rushed up to him and put her arms around his neck, hugging him. Draco hugged her in return and tried to calm her as she began to cry. He was on the verge of tears himself, but his expression remained neutral. Jacqueline then pulled away and said, "I didn't recognize you until I heard your first name mentioned just a couple minutes ago."

"What is going on here?" asked Hermione out of breath with Ginny right behind her.

"A small reunion between friends," said Jacqui smiling. She stepped way from Draco and looked him over. "You've changed so much."

"Well," said Draco looking at Jacqueline, "A bud and now a flower." This made Jacqueline blush and Ginny and Hermione stare on in astonishment.

"So," she said softly looking down at her feet, "How has life been?"

Draco's face darkened. He glanced at Hermione and Ginny and then offered his arm to Jacqui. She took it without hesitation.

"Jacqui," called out Hermione, "You're not going anywhere with him."

Jacqueline smiled at her and answered sensing their distrust, "Not to worry. He is nothing more than a good hearted gentleman and no harm will come to me."

"Jacqueline," piped up Ginny, "He is not good and he probably has changed."

Jacqueline began to get mad. "I never said he hasn't. And it is none of your business whom I spend time with." And with that she and Draco descended down into the dungeons.

Hermione and Ginny looked after the moving away figures of the Slytherin and Gryffindor in surprise.

"What was that all about?" asked Ginny.

"Apparently they know each other," said Hermione. "Let's relate this to the guys."

"She and Malfoy?" said Harry, eyes big.

Both girls nodded.

"That…that's…that's just not right," said Ron disgusted. "They can't be friends."

"Well Ron, if someone came up to you and began to hug you while crying and saying how long she hadn't seen you, do you really think you couldn't be her long lost friend or something?" barked Ginny.

Her brother shrugged and returned to his homework, not wanting to talk about the situation.

Draco and Jacqueline turned the corner leaving sight of Hermione and Ginny.

"How can you stand them," asked Draco.

The other smiled, "They're actually really good people. Hard to tolerate at times, but still good."

Draco smirked and the two kept silently walking arm in arm. Jacqueline then stopped and turned to look at Draco. "You still haven't answered me. How was life after I left?"

Draco's face darkened and then he looked away.

"It couldn't have been worse than mine, Draco," she said softly.

"It's been tough," he said letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Having to live up to my father. Being a Death Eater and all that."

"You're not one are you?" asked Jacqui, eyes big.

She calmed when he shook his head, "No, but my father wants me to be one." Jacqueline nodded. "Well, what about you?" he asked slowly.

She didn't answer. Digging deep inside herself for the memories she tried to forget. "I have been living in France ever since I left Malfoy Manor."

A black owl flew through the window at the Malfoy Manor. A House elf took the package and scrambled to find its master. Lucius Malfoy was in his office.

"Sir, this package came for your," said the House elf.

Lucius motioned for the elf to place the package in front of him. With a tap of his wand, the package unwrapped itself and a glass sphere appeared. The elder Malfoy stared at it clearly bemused by it. He placed his hand over it and mist filled the sphere. A face then appeared inside of it.

Lucius paled.

He then bowed low, still keeping his hand over the sphere, and said, "My Lord."

"Yes," responded the sphere in a voice that would make even the bravest people shudder, "I come with instructions for Jacqueline."

We leave the scene with Lucius listening to the directions of the orb.

Six year old Jacqueline was in the music room with Draco. The two were sitting behind the piano. Jacqueline's head was resting on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful as Draco played something for her.

"Jacqueline," said Lucius, walking into the room.

Draco stopped playing and Jacqui's eyes opened with fear behind them. She stood up and walked up to Lucius. He looked at her and then said, "Your visit here is over and you are to pack your things. You are leaving tomorrow for your new home in France."

The tiny sparkle in Jacqueline's eyes left and her look became hollow. She then uttered, "Yes, sir."

Lucius left the room throwing a strict glance at Draco who was still sitting behind the piano. When the door shut, no one said anything. After a few minutes, Jacqueline transferred herself to an armchair and sat down sill with that hollow look. Draco went over to her and stood in front of her. Jacqui's gaze didn't shift. He waved his hand in front of her face and she blinked. Jacqueline looked at him with sad eyes. She stood up and walked past Draco in a cool manner and headed for the guest room that had served her as a bedroom.

Next morning, Jacqueline was quiet and had breakfast while in deep thought. At 9:00, there was a knock on the front door. As the door opened, a scrawny man with a turban on his head appeared.

"Ah, Quirell," said Lucius coldly.

"I come for Jacqueline," answered the other in a bold voice.

Jacqueline stared at the man before her. She couldn't be going with him. She started to back away, but a cold strong hand took hers and led her to the entrance of the Manor. In a matter of seconds, Jacqueline was standing by the man.

"Jacqueline," said Lucius, "This is your new guardian. You are to call him, Mr. Quirell."

Jacqueline looked at him with cold eyes.

Lucius raised his voice, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," said Jacqui.

"Now, as a parting gift," began Narcissa with an evil smile, "We would like to present you with this necklace." She then put it around Jacqui's neck. The girl looked at it and she smiled within herself. This was the first piece of jewelry she received from the Malfoys and the only piece of jewelry she owned. The piece was a black onyx heart surrounded by a silver frame.

"Thank you," said Jacqui, but caution was pulling at her heart.

"Good luck," said Lucius, but Jacqueline sensed that he didn't mean it. His eyes were triumphant that she was finally leaving. Narcissa's were the same.

"Thank you," began Jacqueline, "Good bye Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." She then began to head over to Draco who stood behind his mother.

"I think it's time for you to go," said Lucius stepping in between Jacqueline and his wife.

"But, I…" said Jacqui reaching for Draco, who was reaching back, but only their fingers met before she was pulled away by her new guardian.

"No!" she screamed, trying to loosen the grasp around her wrist. She gave up, but not before looking back at the smiling Malfoys and devastated Draco.

"Mark my words," she hissed, "I will be back." Then before she apparated with Quirell, she whispered, "I'll be back, Draco."

"From then," continued Jacqueline with tears coming down her cheeks, "I lived pretty much alone. I learned of what happened to my godfather and what the pendant did. I spent my days very slowly. Until I turned eleven, Quirell taught me everything I could ever possibly need and more. Most of it was Dark Magic, something they don't teach in schools. I did go to a magic school when I was eleven. Before the school, if I didn't get something right the first time, I would be severely punished."

Jacqueline shuddered at the many times the … It was too horrible for her to think about. But, she shared her memories with Draco who then hugged her as Jacqueline wept.

"I tried so hard to forget, and now having it all come back to me…" said Jacqueline calming down a bit.

Draco looked at her and wiped away the tears gently with his thumbs. A smile came onto Jacqueline's lips. She looked at the icy blue eyes in front of her.

How much he has changed.

Her knuckles brushed across Draco's pale cheek. She smiled again and hugged him tightly. They stood like that, treasuring the moment that was taken away from them.

When they let go of each other, Draco sighed, and said, "I guess it is only fair if I tell you my side of the story."

"You have always been fair to me. No reason why you should stop now," smiled Jacqueline and took his hand in hers and they continued walking.

No one said anything as Jacqueline let Draco gather his thoughts. He didn't begin to speak, but stopped and looked at the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. Jacqueline understood where they were and silently gave a sign to follow her. She looked at the stone pattern on the floor. She quickly found what she was looking for. She faced the wall on the right and said something consisting of hisses. A wall opened in front of them and Jacqueline led a stunned Draco down a dark passage.

"Lumos," said Jacqueline, "Well, your story, monsieur," she said throwing in a French accent.

"You… you…"

Jacqueline raised an eyebrow and gave him a cunning smile.

Draco gathered himself and then said, "You speak Parseltounge?"

Jacqueline nodded, "It is not the time to talk of what I can and cannot do. It is your turn to speak."

Draco wanted to ask so many questions, but turned against it, knowing everything would be explained in time. But he could resist the temptation

"You sound like Dumbeldore."

"Oh," gasped Jacqui amused and gave him a shove.

"Sorry," he said with a smirk. "Well," he began.

When their hands lost each other, Draco couldn't figure out what he felt at first.

"I felt as if all hope for a happy or somewhat pleasant life was gone," said Draco.

Before Draco could comprehend anything, the door slammed and his parents turned to him with an evil eye.

"From then on, I lived a very restricted life. And like you, I also was taught many spells and charms. And punishment was almost a daily thing. Except, not as harsh as yours," concluded Draco.

"Oh," was all Jacqueline said.

A/N: I have began to work on Ch. 7 and I hope it won't take me too long to write. It's just there is no time to write in class (it's where I usually write), have to listen. Don't forget to review.