A/n: ok, I know I haven't updated lately, but here it is ,would say more, but the bell's gonna ring soon and I'd have to go to French… I'm at school by the way…

Three days of utter peace passed where Draco and Jacqueline didn't exchange words except for a "Good Morning" and a "Good Night". They communicated through short glances and understanding looks. Draco gave her space and Jacqui accepted it without really noticing what he was doing. Everything was a swirl around her and she tried to take everything on one thing at a time. Dumbledore gave her leave as long as it would take her to regain grasp on everything. Jacqueline didn't notice that either. It was like she was locked in her own self; her own thought and nothing could snap her out of it. She spent all of her time in reflection. She tried busying herself with a former hobby, but she found she took a long time in-between movements to think of something far off, supernatural and philosophical. In the end, she just gave up on attempting to concentrate on anything physical and resolved most of her time to the garden where she could freely let her thoughts travel. Everything in the garden was slowly starting to come around, but snow fall would occur from time to time.

The fourth day was one of the days where it snowed and Jacqui stayed inside. She sat on the floor bundled in a blanket, her head resting on her arms which were on top of the coffee table. She was intently staring at the mesmerizing movements of the dancing flames in the fireplace. Her thoughts stayed on no one thing and were basically just like a fleeting breeze in the fall. Suddenly her gaze path was blocked by a steaming mug of hot chocolate and an arm snaking around her waist. That snapped her out of the realm she took residence in for the past few days and her mind returned back to the earth. She took the mug in both her hands and leaned against her husband and both sat in silence against the couch, sipping the warm drink and staring into the fire.

"He's back," Jacqueline whispered, setting the half empty glass into her lap. Draco did the same and transferred his gaze onto her. She, however, did not meet his gaze and continued to stare at the flames.

"Voldemort's back," she now said more boldly. Draco started, but didn't comment as he could see she was going to continue. "The signs were clear and my suspicion was suppressed by my god damn pride and denial." Draco took the mug from her hands, for just now she had almost spilled its contents. He set his mug along side hers on the coffee table. He sat turned towards her, giving Jacqui his full attention. This had a history behind it and a feeling of guilt bubbled at the bottom of his stomach, but he knew this wasn't the time to become self-absorbed about what he could've done and why he hadn't noticed anything earlier.

"The first sign was when the Death Eaters escaped. We should've spent more time looking into it, but we didn't. We should've known that they would have no other motivation to escape, but to support their leader. And then, the next clue was when the Dark Mark appeared outside my classroom some time after we came back from summer break and I didn't even think of doing any investigation. And then the Chamber incident two years back was another sign, but we disregarded it when everything went back to normal. We never even found the reason for the attacks and since no one was killed, why bother?"

Jacqueline lunged forward suddenly and grabbed her cup and took a frustrated sip from it and set it back in her lap. Draco didn't move a muscle. So far he was following her, but it required a lot concentration. Things were about to get complicated and he knew it.

"I'm surprised at myself for not telling anyone about the wand, but my fear of the past got the better of me." She smirked sadly and Draco felt her fumbling with something underneath the blanket. "I should've come to my senses though, when I saw this appear on my arm." With that she moved the blanket off of herself and revealed her left arm with the Dark Mark.

Draco's eyes went wide and he finally trusted the moment to speak. "But how?" He reached out and softly ran his finger tips over it and realization finally hit him when he saw Jacqui flinch. He brought her into his embrace and held tightly onto her. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, rocking her softly back and forth. "I should've known. I should've trusted."

Jacqui wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest so he wouldn't see how a tear escaped her eye. "And I should have told you. I meant to, but there was never a perfect moment. My reason for stealing away to the theatre was to find Voldemort's right hand. His new helper. It isn't your father anymore."

Draco nodded and replied, "It's William."

"Yes," Jacqui said sadly. "He imprisoned me and drained me of all my magic so I would cave and give him the object he wanted. He did say what he wanted right along with one more thing."

She grew silence and Draco urged her to continue with a soft, "Yes?"

"He wanted the wand and I wasn't going to give into him, but what he told me had shaken me." Jacqueline lifted her head and looking straight at Draco said, "He knows the secret to my immortality."

The man beside her stiffened slightly, but didn't question anything. "What it is even I don't know. Was it somehow fixed by Voldemort or what?" Jacqui continued. "The rest you might as well guess. " She had now fully calmed down and the two just sat there. "We need to figure this whole thing out, we really do." Draco only nodded softly, kissing her forehead with compassion. "How have our kids been doing?"

A/N: Ok, I don't promise anything, because I don't know how much time I'm going to have… review….