A/N: I just thought I should let you guys know a few things. I've had some pretty foolish attempts writing this story and, this time, I've gone in a completely direction. I'm planning on updating as often as I can. However, I am a very busy person with a hectic schedule. So, you all will just have to be patient. All I ask is that you guys to let me know how I'm doing. With that being said, I need feedback. So, please review, favorite, and/or follow! Thank you in advance! Also, I've decided to just do my own thing as to the years and such. I simply can't figure out how to fit in Bella, the Cullens, and such while trying to vaguely follow the original timeline.
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Summary: Edward left Bella when she was trying to tell him her biggest secret: She's a witch that attends Hogwarts. When he leaves, she is heartbroken and decides to go back home to Hogwarts. While she is home, Bella reconnects with her best friends Harry, Hermione and Ron. What happens when new students arrive at Hogwarts, but they're not so new? Will she go back to Edward or will she be in the arms of another?
Previously: Draco's brows furrow at my vague response and he's about to ask me another question. However, before he can speak I catch his lips with mine. We become a tangle of limbs as he allows me to selfishly use him as a distraction. I feel guilty knowing that he cares for me, but push it farther away by deepening our kiss. I can't afford to think of things like this. It will break me.
Chapter Four: Bella's POV
Have you ever been so in love with someone that your chest literally ached without them around? As though the separation between you two had somehow caused a lack of oxygen in the atmosphere around you? That hopeless, completely senseless and idiotic type of love you knew couldn't possibly be healthy, but couldn't find it within yourself to care? That was the type of love I felt for Edward Cullen and it was also the type of love that led me to where I am now; broken beyond repair and alone with my problems.
Perhaps it wasn't intentional, but I hadn't connected with anyone in Forks enough to be able to confide in them about the Cullen's abrupt disappearance. I was too caught up in the fact that I'd found other magical creatures besides myself. Granted they hadn't known of my true identity or status in the supernatural world, but it was still a great comfort. With the exception of emergencies and potions, I was forbidden to use any sort of magic. The Cullens were a fresh breath of air from the obliviousness of the rest of the world. Not to mention, I had this strange, yet completely natural connection with a rather handsome and good-looking Edward. How could I not fall completely captivated with their existence and practically forget that anyone else was there? Not only was Edward thoughtful, enigmatic, and sweet, but his family (for the most part) made me feel as though I were apart of them.
Yes, I couldn't have told Angela, Jessica, or anyone else about the Cullens being a clan of vampires who lived off of the blood of animals. However, they would have been more understanding about why I am acting the way I am. My friends, though sweet and caring, are often not logical when it comes to cases such as these. The boys are too overprotective and irrational. . . Hermione hasn't nearly enough experience to understand my situation as far as I'm concerned. It kills me to not be able to find comfort within the arms of my bestfriends, but I know that I'm not ready for such unpleasant reactions.
The only other option I can think of is of one blond-haired, Slytherin: Draco Lucius Malfoy. Otherwise known as the Slytherin Prince between the houses and, to me, as my outlet of stress and, sometimes, my source of wisdom. As wrong as it is, I can't seem to let the habit or title go. If my relationship with Edward had continued, this may have been a different story. Unfortunately, it's not a different story and both the habit and titles are still completely in tact. Though Draco Malfoy is thought and said to be some awful, pretentious, and spoilt brat who cares about only himself, I still find myself drawn to him. Whether it's to release some pent up emotion that's bothering me or to be counseled on one of the many problems within my life, Malfoy is now a constant within my life here at Hogwarts. It's now that this fact is more prominent than ever. And it's now where I am most tempted to choose him as my confidant.
Even so, I still find that I'm holding myself back. The weight of my chest is heavy with the burden of being alone, yet I cannot bring myself to reveal one of the most important chapters of my life to another being. It's difficult to struggle alone, but, for now, I must cope.
Though I'm reluctant, I know that I can't hide from the Cullens and their presence for forever. I have to go to the Great Hall to eat, they're bound to end up bumping into me at some point in time, one of them is more than likely going to be placed within my house, and, though I'm not exactly sure how, I'm sure they'd end up somehow being included in classrooms. Well, perhaps not Esme and Carlisle, but I know the "kids" were especially at risk for being placed in a classroom or house with me. Despite knowing all of this, I still dread meeting or coming into contact with even the Denalis much less the Cullens.
As it turns out, I'm right to dread such a meeting. Because, just as I gather the courage to put myself together and ignore any of the possible experiences I may be presented with, I'm completely stumped and dumbfounded to walk upon the one I do. Walking out of my dormitory, through the Ravenclaw common room, and out to enjoy the morning before breakfast and classes begin, I catch sight of something rather unpleasant and unexpectant.
My eyes widen as I watch the scene unfold before my very eyes. Wild hands roaming each other's bodies, messy locks of hair, and breathlessness; all signs of a very heavy makeout. My jaw slackens as I recognize a very burly brunette and modelesque blonde and I can't help but let out an audible gasp, "Emmett?"
The two vampires break apart from each other in surprise as I realize my mistake. Though unlikely, my eyes widen even further and I can't help but clap my hands to my face in both embarrassment and regret. It's as though I'm attempting to cram the unwanted name spoken back down my throat. Still, I know that it's pointless to even try to wish away the situation. I gently release the hands clasped around my mouth and stare awkwardly at the couple before me.
"How do you know his name?" Rosalie questions me, her eyes narrowed suspiciously and her tone glazed with icy venom. Had I not been used to such behaviour from her, I would have been cowering away from her. However, I am used to Rosalie and I hold my ground.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lie easily, focusing on not fidgeting and giving myself away. Though I know it's probable that my lies will only make the pair more suspicious of me and that they'd more than likely investigate the situation, it's the only thing I can think of doing.
Emmett, the usually happy and booming bear of a vampire he is, doesn't seem to look too carefree anymore. Much like Rosalie, his eyes are narrowed at me. However, he proves to seem much more intimidating. Never before have I seen Emmett look so serious. With his arms crossed tight against his puffed out chest, his gaze looking down upon me judgmentally, and his muscles flexing, Emmett looks like he could pop me like grass can a balloon.
"Well," I begin nervously, "I should go now. Great seeing you!"
It's with that sentence that I hightail my way out of there faster than a rabbit being chased down by a fox. I really need to visit Draco and perhaps it's time I share my story about my time in America before a group of nosy vampires figure out that I am the same person as Isabella Swan- just really different.