Title: A different saga, part 2
Author: Me
Pairing: Jasper/Draco
Summary: The Cullens leave and Draco doesn't know what to do.
Crossover: Harry Potter/Twilight
Warnings: Slash, Crossover, Minor angst, minor Draco/Harry (don't know when though…)
Rating: M just to be safe.
Chapters: 4/?
A/N: this continues on from a different saga, part 1 so you must read that first. This story is going to be the basic outline of the actual but a lot will be different as well.
Chapter four.
Forks high school was a place Draco didn't want to be. But he couldn't hide from the world forever and he had to go to school at some point anyway. So it was a week after that horrible night and Draco stood outside the entrance of the school. Harry had finally convinced him to go since he was now staying with them indefinitely.
Even though he was still aching inside Draco decided to push it all back and suck it up. Realistically he knew the repressed feelings would surface eventually but for now he gathered all his Malfoy pride and teachings and walked into the school with his head held high.
He stiffened a little when he saw Bella. She looked terrible. He thought about ignoring her, turning the other way and pretending they never met, never shared anything. But he couldn't do that. The lost look on her face was similar to the one Draco would be wearing if it wasn't for his Malfoy upbringing.
Walking over to where she leaned against her locker Draco stopped in front of her.
"Bella." He tilted his head.
Draco noticed her red-rimmed eyes when she looked up.
"Draco." She said almost robotically. There was no feeling in her voice.
Not knowing, or having anything to say to each other, they stood silent and awkwardly together.
"Hey Draco!" Draco turned to the voice and saw that it was mike who called him. Jessica, Angela, Eric and Tyler were with him as well. Mike waved him over.
He was about to go when he thought of Bella standing there by herself. He turned back to her.
"Do you want to come with me?" He asked motioning towards Mike and the like.
After a few seconds of deliberation on her part she gave a small and grabbed her bag from where it sat on the floor. As they walked over to them Draco noticed the subtle change in their expressions. From friendly to pissed off. Realising it was because of Bella and their not so nice memories of her Draco mentally sighed.
"Hello everyone." He greeted. "You all remember Bella." He said jokingly to them which earned him a few giggles.
"Hi." She said shyly.
"Decided to acknowledge us now that the Cullens are gone?" Jessica narrowed her eyes at Bella.
Her comment made Draco tense slightly at the reminder that they were gone, and Jessica seemed to realise her mistake at the same time.
"Shit," She cursed. "sorry Draco I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine." He cut her off before she could begin to babble. "Why don't we all go to class now."
The day progressed in a similar fashion. The group was hostile towards Bella and Draco always ended up stopping hurtful comments from escalating. By lunch time they had finally come to a sort of truce, or at least a silence. Draco was just glad to have the whole day over.
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Harry was waiting for him when he arrived home from school.
"Your parents have gone out for the evening." Harry informed him.
"Okay, so what are we doing for the night?" He asked.
"We could talk?" Harry suggested coming to sit on the stool in the kitchen as Draco raided the cupboards for some good wizarding food.
"About?" Draco asked with his head in the fridge.
"Well…" Harry hesitated a second to long. "Were they the only vampires here?"
Draco took his time before he answered but this was Harry and He felt comfortable talking about them with him, well about most things not all.
"Yes they were, but there are a pack of werewolves or shape-shifters over on the Indian Reservation, La Push." Draco shivered at the memory of the wolves.
"Interesting." He said thoughtfully.
Draco shrugged grabbing his food and moving over to the counter. He stood across from Harry.
They talked for a while longer. About the 'old days,' the Weasleys, Ginny, quidditch and just everything except for the Cullens. They were very carefully skirting around that one topic.
"Let's go flying." Harry suggested. "No one will see us in the forest."
"Okay." Draco said impulsively.
The two of them raced outside to where they kept their brooms with a fresh burst of energy. Jumping on their brooms they touched off the ground and speed off into the trees. Draco and Harry zipped in, out and around the trees, racing each other even though they didn't have a destination. Their voices echoed off the trees, their yells of excitement doing the same.
Draco felt freer then he had in a long time. He had forgotten what flying felt like. The exhilaration, the danger, the excitement. It all came crashing down around Draco. It was a welcome escape.
A long while later when they were both tired they stopped at a small clearing near the edge of the forest.
"Where are we?" Harry asked laughing as he set his broom down.
"I don't have a clue." Draco answered looking around him. Hearing noises from behind a line of trees, Draco crept over to take a look.
"What?" Harry said coming up behind him.
Draco shrugged. They both stilled when they saw what was beyond the trees.
It was the wolves. Draco recognised the three from the beach. They had finally made the change. There were seven of them, Six guys and one girl. Two were in their wolf form play fighting. They were rolling around on the ground pawing at each other. The others stood around laughing and joking. Draco heard Harry gasp behind him. One comforting thing for Draco was that they were so completely different from the werewolves he had seen.
With one subtle look into their minds Draco grasped their names. Jacob Black, Bella's friend. Paul, Quil, Embry, Jarred, Leah, the girl and Sam the leader.
They must have been too loud because a second later Harry and Draco found themselves confronted with the whole lot of them, two still in wolf form growling at them. He and Harry drew their wands and waited for them to do something, make the first move.