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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: 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.
Chapter Five: Bella's POV
Charlie Swan was a perfect fit as fate would have it because, to the townspeople, it seemed that I looked and acted almost just like him. Him and I are not of biological relation, but we are both very similar. Both of us come from a prominent, pureblood lineage yet neither of us know which one. Whereas my family has been slaughtered by Voldemort, Charlie was abandoned due to him being a squib by his very own mother and father. They'd erased all of his memories of them and threw him into an orphanage that specialized in taking care of squibs. Both tragic, yet very different stories. We also have similar personality traits. It wasn't an act when I had a hard time socializing with others at school. We were both awkward when it came to people. However, our similarities do not stop from here. In fact, they go on and on. From physical, to mental, and more.
Still, I think the most prominent one is how we interact with people. With a few exceptions, we have a hard time getting close to people and, even then, it is still hard. We love to help others, yet have such a difficult time asking for help. This is why I can't bring myself to talk to Harry, Ron, or Hermione. The feelings of shame, insecurity, and lack of confidence weigh too heavily on my heart. I do not want their pity, their anger, or their advice. I just want them to be there for me. To hear me out, to not jump the gun and cause problems that they cannot fix. Something that I know my dear friends are not capable of when I am so distraught over the situation.
This is why Draco Malfoy is the only one I feel that I can talk to. Because, even if Draco becomes angered with Edward and his coven, he can't risk his reputation. Despite how much he may want to hurt them, to confront them, and destroy them, he needs to remain my enemy in public. No one can ever know about our friendship, about our neutrality towards each other when it comes to the war, and, most of all, about what we use each other as. Not only will it cause my friends to turn against me, but his family to disown him. Perhaps his mother might fight for him, but he'd be putting her life in danger and there's little to no chance of her succeeding in saving him. Which makes Draco the perfect confidant, if only for a little while.
It's with these thoughts in mind that I force myself to make my way to our spot. I need to get it all out before the Cullens put two and two together. I can only hide my scent for so long with the use of potions. After prolonged use, I will be at high risk for permanent alteration of my body which could mess with my magic.
Brushing off the invisible dust from my baggy sweatpants and modest T-shirt, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves before opening the door to reveal a very serious Malfoy. The sight does nothing to calm me and, instead, awakens a nauseous feeling within my stomach. I sigh, closing the door behind me, and settle myself into a chair in front of him.
"It's now or never," I tell myself.
"While I was away from Hogwarts, I had been sent away to America for my protection," I begin, staring away from his stormy eyes uneasily.
Absolute and utter silence.
Never before has the lack of sound been so maddening as I await his response with bated breath.
I had started from the beginning of my tale, telling Draco where and why I was sent away before ending it with Edward's departure from my life and the effect it has had on me. I told him everything and anything that had happened while I was away, the words gushing out of my mouth before I could even process what I was saying. Despite my hesitation beforehand, there hadn't been any for the duration of my entire spiel. I held nothing back as I spoke. Draco had merely sat before me quietly, soaking in and absorbing every little detail I told him about my stay in Forks, Washington. I'd been pleasantly surprised and pleased that this was the case because that was what I needed; for someone to just listen as I vented about Edward and his problems, about Dumbledore sending me into the unknown, and how alone I'd felt throughout my entire experience even though I had Edward most of the time. I'd loved that he didn't interrupt me, didn't make faces of disgust, or laugh at things I'd said, but clearly made me the center of his attention. However, I don't like his reaction afterwards. Or perhaps I should say the lack of reaction afterwards.
"Draco?" I ask, coughing as I shift around in my seat uncomfortably. Warily, I watch as the blond sits in silence, leaning forward as his chin rests upon his clasped hands. His eyes are closed, but open as he registers my voice. I'm startled by the emotions swarming within his orbs: shock, horror, and something I hadn't expected of Draco Malfoy when it came to me: anger.
"Draco?" I ask again, trying to understand what's going through his head.
Instantly, the young Slytherin snaps out of his seat. His locks of hair becoming disheveled due to the rapid movements, but his eyes wild as he fights to calm himself down. His face is stony as he paces back and forth in front of me. I open my mouth to ask him what's wrong, but I'm cut off as he suddenly whirls around to face me.
"I'm going to kill him!"
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