A/N: I knew I would be updating today. I had this chappy sent to superspunky7 yesterday, so I it was a definite update today. This chappy is dedicated to krillball6 who asked me to restate some of the info in the story so this was the best way for me to do it. Even though I'm restating, you will learn many, MANY knew things. All of them are important and some of them foreshadow to what is going to happen in the future. And I know all of you will be saying to how oblivious Draco is. But so is Jacqui even though most of you won't understand why. Well, they're kinda oblivious to each other. clears throat Um, I was going to say something? Oh yeah! I'm happy to say that the Christmas chapters are to start either from Chapter 24 or Chapter 25. All of you are going to be cheering. And yes, I did say chapters. I have so much ground to cover so they'll probably be a section of five to ten chappys. I have parts of some of them written. Superspunky7 finds them ever so sweet and some very evil. She says I put Jacqueline through too much. But, I do base this story on something. clears throat again The long promised chapters are coming soon… very soon. Probably this week, but I can not make any promises. I already have Ch. 24: Music of the Heart and Mind written. All I have to figure out is what song to use. Now, I hope all of you enjoy this. I had fun writing so I hope all of you have fun reading. This turned out to be a very long author's note. Don't forget to review.

Jacqueline's eyes opened slowly. Bright light met her. When she got accustomed to it, she found herself in the Hospital Wing. She located Madam Pomfrey, who was attending to another patient that was situated next to her.

"Jacqueline," came Hermione's voice from across the room.

Jacqui slowly turned her head to the doorway.

"Guys, she's awake."

Hermione and the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team entered and stood around her bed.

"No more than six people per visit," came Madam Pomfrey's voice as she noticed the commotion behind her.

"I'll go," said Hermione, leaving the Quidditch team behind.

"No, wait," said Jacqueline softly. "Madame Pomfrey, it's just one extra person. Can't she stay?"

Madame Pomfrey was about to refuse, but gave her consent eventually. She then returned to her patient.

"Brilliant job, Jacqueline," said Ron, plunging into a chair by her.

The other smiled.

"Never in my life have I ever seen any one execute a stunt like that," said John Adamsen, who knew every play ever executed in the history of Quidditch.

"Did you see Malfoy's face when you launched yourself at the Snitch?" said Ginny.

"No, what was my expression?" asked the Slytherin and everyone looked at the bed next to Jacqui's.

"Mr. Malfoy, do not talk, or I'll never get this bandage on straight," said Madam Pomfrey readjusting it again.

Smirks issued from every player on the team as they saw that Malfoy broke his nose. The Gryffindors talked silently among themselves from then on. After some time, the Quidditch team left and only the trio was left.

"So Malfoy," turned Harry to the Slytherin.

Draco tried to smirk at him, but his hand immediately went up to his nose.

"Your smirk is out of order?" said Harry, smirking in return.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. A smirk isn't worth anything compared to what one says," said Jacqueline, her head turned to the side to look at Draco.

Harry looked at her strangely and said crossly, "You sound like Dumbledore."

Jacqueline gave out a smirk and said, "Where have I heard that before?"

Draco smiled within himself, but didn't say anything.

"I'm not kidding," said Harry.

"I know," said Jacqueline softly. She tried to turn to her side, but groaned. "What's wrong with me anyways?"

"Broken ribs," came Madam Pomfrey, carrying a medium sized box out of her office. "Now all of you shoo." Hermione, Harry, and Ron said bye to Jacqui and left.

Pomfrey waved her wand over Jacqueline's rib area and the tightness she felt earlier was gone.

"I'm going to take the bandages off, while you drink these," said Madam Pomfrey, pointing at the few jugs on the end table.

Jacqueline nodded and a cup was put into her hands. She looked reluctant to drink the grey goo, but she forced herself. She closed her eyes from the horrible flavor.

"That's no pumpkin juice. I'll say that," and Jacqui drank another cup with pink colored liquid.

Madam Pomfrey then turned to Draco, "How is that leg Mr. Malfoy?" She moved the blanket off him and poked his left leg. His reaction was a wince. "I think more of that potion is in order for you, sir." She took out another jug out of her box and poured the liquid into a cup. Draco drank it, this time prepared for the taste. Madam Pomfrey then turned her attention to his left hand. "Now, the wrist will heal slower. Sprains are worse than broken bones. The bandage will stay on for the night, to let the muscles come out of their shock." She then packed up her things and went to her office.

"What happened to you, other than the broken nose?" asked Jacqui, not looking at him.

Draco looked at her for the moment and then said, "My left wrist is sprained and my left leg is broken."

"Oh," the other said softly. "I'm sorry."

"No need. It's a bloody game, so this is only natural," said Draco, trying to reassure her. But it was in vain. They stayed silent for some time. Draco observed Jacqui while she stared at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking of?" he asked, noticing that her thought were bothering her.

Jacqueline turned her head to look at him and sighed. "Life."

Draco nodded, "Anything specific."

Jacqueline turned back to look at the ceiling, "Mostly my year here at Hogwarts." She smiled suddenly. She turned to look at him to find that he was now in turn looking at the ceiling. "Remember the time we met on the train?"

He looked at her and returned her smile. "Yeah. Yes, rudeness!" he copied her tone.

Jacqueline laughed softly, "Oh and this one, I suggest you wash that hand right away. You should've seen the look on your face."

"Because after touching the hand of a mudblood, a pureblood like yourself might want to wash it," laughed Draco. "How are you a mudblood though? Weren't your parents both magical?"

Jacqui shook her head and said in a voice softer than a whisper, "No, my mother was a muggle."

"And your father a wizard. Yeah, I knew him. Well, technically my father knew him," said Draco softly.

"Right. My dad's whole family was outraged when they found out that he wanted to marry a muggle. They said that the long line of purebloods was ruined. I have respect for mudbloods though. Some of them are the best wizards or witches in the world. Look at Hermione. Anyways, the first lesson of the year."

"That was one of Professor Sprout's worst lessons."

"My first letter from my godfather," said Jacqui very quietly, just so only Draco could hear. "Potions, Transfiguration, me doing Ron's essay."

"What!" exclaimed Draco, eyebrows high.

"Yeah, I think he couldn't get one more inch on some essay. So I did it for him and then placed a charm on it to make it look as if he wrote it."

"The mudblood must've been mad."

"Her name is Hermione," said Jacqui dryly.

Draco rolled his eyes and that made Jacqui take her pillow from underneath herself and throw it at him.

"Now you're not getting it back," said Draco and placed it behind his back, making him sit up straighter than before.

Jacqueline scowled and continued her train of thoughts, "I received another letter saying that Skarelli was a fool…"

Draco mumbled, "I know that's right."

"…and that something was going to change about that," Jacqui frowned.

"Don't worry about that."

"And then you hexed me in DADA."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"In addition," said Jacqui smiling softly, but sadly, "you stole my pendant."

"An honest mistake."

"Right," said Jacqui sarcastically. "Then thanks to that dammed black owl, I got a month's worth detention."

Draco smiled, "But you did tell Snape off."

"Can't stand him, and don't say he's not bad. You're in his house. He absolutely hates everyone else that's not in his house."

She grew quiet for a moment. Draco thought she was gathering her thoughts, but when he turned to look at her, her gaze was blank.

"What's wrong now?"

"I need to tell you something," she said in a hollow voice.

Draco looked alarmed.

"It's nothing terrible. I think? It could've altered a few things, but it still isn't terrible."

"Out with it."

A/N: Be thankful that I didn't make this a cliffy.

Jacqueline was about to say something, but Draco interrupted her, "Don't say anything that'll make you sound like Dumbledore again." Jacqueline rolled her eyes and then grew silent. All of a sudden she said, "I'm supposed to be in Slytherin."

Draco stared at her, clearly not have registered what she said. "Wh…wha…What!"

Jacqueline nodded sadly looking the other away, "I'm supposed to be in Slytherin."

"How? Why? Why aren't you?" Draco asked thinking of what could've happened.

"Because I asked the hat to place me in Gryffindor," she said simply.

Because you asked it too? I know she didn't know that I was attending the school, but still. She could've been by my side, but instead she is a Gryffindor. Farther away, and not…

Draco shook his head. He opened his eyes and looked at Jacqueline who was in turn looking at him, patiently waiting for him to return out of his thoughts. While Draco was in his mind, Jacqueline went through her own thoughts.

My stupid life. I could've been in Slytherin, by him, maybe even his. But, he sees me…

She looked at him.

… no more than a sister.

She laughed sadly.

But, I do not see him as a brother. I might have, when we were both children, ten years back. But, now... No, if it was meant to be, a sign would have already been given.

"I understand," said Draco softly.

"Well, on that Friday, I met someone I did not expect. I came across an old friend. Someone I had no hope left to see again. No, I had the hope, but thought it impossible. Draco Malfoy made a comeback into my life." Jacqueline smiled and looked at Draco who in turn was smiling. "My friend and I ventured about the dungeons and then descending down into the chamber. And in turn, I missed detention."

"What'd Snape say?"

"Not much. Especially when his hands began to hurt," and she pointed at her left hand.

Draco's eyes got big.

"No way? Right then and there? Weren't you uncomfortable knowing that though?"

"No," Jacqueline shifted slightly, but not much, having to grab her ribs. "Then there was the Hogsmeade incident."

"That wasn't pleasant."

"Two weeks later though, we beat Hufflepuff in Quidditch, I got another detention from McGonagall, and then there was the armchair incident."

"What armchair incident?"

Jacqueline explained and Draco nodded, taking in the information.

She likes that Weasel. No doubt. She'd never act like that in front of anybody.

Draco considered it for a moment.

Except maybe, me.

"Draco? You still with me?"

"Yeah," he said, opening his eyes.

"Then, the masquerade incident," said Jacqui silently. "The plan did work though. We got them fighting."

"For some time," reminded her Draco.

"I tried explaining that you can't separate them no matter what. Best friends forgive each other and move on. They can't hold grudges long. They don't care where you come from or how you act or how you look like."

Another long silence.

"Skarelli's class was disturbing," said Draco, remembering the Avada Kedavra lecture.

"Thanks for being there for me," said Jacqui.

Draco got up slowly.

"What are you doing?" Jacqueline asked of him.

He stood up on his good leg and leaning on the end table he advanced to her bed. He leaned over her and put his hand underneath her head and lifted it up.

What is he doing?

Draco placed her pillow underneath her head and softly placed her head back onto it. A small smirk escaped Jacqueline. Draco then leaned down over her.

Ooh, I like this. Maybe, just maybe. She thought.

A/N: All of you! What did I say before? Deep breath in and let it out through your mouth.

But then, Draco kissed her forehead and said, "You need to rest."

"So do you Mr. Malfoy," said Madam Pomfrey walking out of her office. "What are you doing up? Hmm? Now you need to lie down and rest that leg."

I was right. Brother's love and nothing more.

Jacqueline sighed and tried to drift off to sleep, but she noticed something different about the atmosphere around her.

"Ms. Mireille, you may sleep on your left side. No bones are broken there. I placed a spell on you broken bones so nothing happens to them if you accidentally shift in your sleep," said Madam Pomfrey. "That should make your sleep bit more comfortable." Her patient nodded and slowly turned to her side; feeling relieved that she didn't have to lie on her back the whole time.

She hugged her pillow as she took in a new placed scent on it.

Draco.

She though.

And…

She liked it.