Right. I deserve a massive slap, I know and i have no excuse other than i just started to hate both hp and twilight. not great for this story. But i tried and here it is. chapter 3. I'm gunna try and not make it another years wait for another chapter but i'm awful at updating so... sorry if i fail.

And i know this chapter is only a crappy 900 and something words but i'm trying. :/

Draco looked at the manor, his childhood paradise and more recently his jail cell, it seemed to him amazing how much a place could change The place was in utter disrepair, the whole building tainted black as coal, the once fine oak delicately detailing the face of the mansion burnt away. His father was right, this place wasn't home anymore. Draco turned away and walked down the now rickety steps to the shiny black Porsche waiting.

The car journey took just under 2 hours when Lucius drove. He still didn't like muggles much, but some of their inventions to get around were simply wonderful. They reached Heathrow airport far within the appropriate 3 hour time slot usually required when driving from Wiltshire.

Draco felt magic emanating through his bones. The magical entrance to the airport was close. In all honesty it wasn't that different to the muggle one, just quicker, a lot quicker. And no luggage allowance limit… well everything could be shrunk couldn't it?

His father stared though the reinforced glass, his expression pensive. This is what they had to do? Flee? Run away?

But maybe it was for the best, getting away from the persecution. Draco could get a job and some interaction with others his age, besides the no magic thing could only be a blessing now couldn't it?

It only took them a few minutes to board, the security systems being very different in the magical 'terminal 4.75'; Draco had always thought it a bit stupid, the wizarding numbering system but it was a quirk of the wizarding world and one he was going to miss. He sighed, apart from the Malloy villa in the south of France Draco had never left the UK, never been on a plane. 'Too muggle, ha how ironic' he thought.

Narcissa graciously took her bed like seat and tried to make herself comfortable. Here she was, on a muggle aeroplane preparing to fly without a broom across the deep azure of the Atlantic Ocean to a new and completely unknown life. Sighing she contemplated her journey to this point. A mere six months ago they were prisoners in their own home, trapped and tormented, forced to watch the family home desecrated by the most vile acts; she couldn't even walk into the dining room any more.

She mutely listened to the safety warnings, the captain's greeting and tried to calm her nerves by gripping her husband's hand. A very pretty woman strolled down the aisle and stopped in front of her.

"Excuse me madam, could you please buckle your belt, the plane is ready to take off." The brunette smiled genially at the beautiful blonde woman seated before her.

Narcissa jumped and snapped her head up to lady,

"I'm sorry, of course." She replied slightly flustered. The hostess smiled again and moved on to the other customers.

Once sure the woman was out of her shot and she herself was recovered Lucius' wife turned to her husband,

"You know dear," she said looking after the woman "I don't think living with muggles is going to be so hard."

Rolling her eyes she wandered through the halls of folks high alone. Meg was with Emmett and the rest of the family was in lesson. This was usually her alone time with Emmett during the day, her peace, her breakaway from the delicious scent of sweet blood that always lingered in the air.

But she was alone.

Smirking she remembered the day it was Meg walking on Emmett's arm instead of her; two kids fainted at the sight. Rosaline strode down the hall, her 4 inch heels clicking incessantly on the linoleum flooring; wandering outside she reached her Red BMW M3 Convertible and slid in. Turning on the radio she jacked up the sound until the seats shook and just sat.

Thinking.

She didn't love Emmett so why was this so hard? It wasn't like she had never gone through this separation before. Her thoughts drifted to her ex fiancée, why couldn't she ever get it right? Darkening golden eyes became more crystalline as she felt tears that would never come threaten to flood her perfect face. Could she never find love? Her fiancée raped her and left her for dead, then she was brought over as an companion to a vampire she could barely put up with for over a decade, and then feeling compassionate she brought over a big, strong, hulking man whom she thought could be hers but no, she couldn't compare when his mate came along. So alone she was.

The passenger seat door creaked open and as distracted with her thoughts she was she didn't realise who had entered until he spoke.

"You'll find someone eventually you know." Said the copper haired boy settling down next to the blonde.

"Just like you'll find someone?" she replied bitterly. " just give it up Edward, we're meant to be alone."

Edward sighed and flopped back into lush leather of the seat. "Look rose, I know… I know it feels like that sometimes but we will find someone, I know you will, you're gorgeous."

Rosaline snorted, no one needed to tell her that, she already knew she was divine. So she just sat and continued to ignore her brother, she began filing her nails when she heard her companion sigh wearily and open the door,

"Soon Rose. You will find somebody. I know it" The door clicked shut; she let head fall against the plush leather. Could Edward be right? Hopeless romantic he was. She wanted to believe it so much, to trust her first sibling but it was so hard.

Her eye caught the time blinking on the dash, time for class. She straightened up, brushed her hair and schooled her emotionless face.

No. one bitch rule: Show no weakness.

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