Chapter 2 : Old Friends and Foes
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A/N: Kay...so I tried REALLY hard to rework this chapter so it would get validated. I had to change a whole bunch of stuff about the bulimia issue... I hope it was worth it. I'd appreciate some reviews, to see if it's even good, if it seems like it could make a good story. Happy reading!
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"i'm sick of smiling just to please others.
i'm done acting happy because people think i should be.
i'm sick of being the girl watching everyone else be happy.
when is it going to be my turn to shine?"
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Jayla's mother finally pulled in to the train station. Vanessa looked like she was going to cry, but Jayla was feeling ecstatic. She leaped out of the car enthousiastically, excited to see all her friends again.
Her mother followed suit, although less than excited. She looked at Jayla sadly. Jayla sighed.
"Oh, mum. DON'T think about Ian, okay? He wasn't even - "
"Jayla! I'm not thinking about Ian. I'm not really sad about it! I'm just going to miss you, a lot, like usual."
"Oh..." How can she not be sad about breaking up with someone she was with for four years? She must be lying...
"I'll miss you too!" Jayla threw her arms around her mother's athletic body. Vanessa laughed and hugged her back, hard.
"Darling, you're going to miss your train! Come on, let's get you a trolley."
After all of Jayla's luggage was packed on to the trolley, They went to the barrier inbetween platforms 9 and 10. After a final hug and kiss, Jayla walked through the barrier, leaving her tearful mum behind on the other side, the muggle side.
As soon as she saw the huge red steam engine, the Hogwarts Express, Jayla Malloy grinned. She grinned more than she had grinned all summer. Oh, how she loved hogwarts.
"JAYLAAAAAA" She heard someone scream. She turned around only to see her best friend, Amy Evans, running up to her. They hugged for about 30 seconds, telling each other how much they had missed each other.
Jayla really had missed Amy a lot. Even though Amy didn't know about her throwing up, they were very close. Amy was a pureblood, but didn't care about any of that stuff. Jayla inhaled the familiar scent of Amy's vanilla perfume. They stopped hugging and looked at each other. Amy's hazel eyes were shining and her straight blonde was longer than ever. She opened her mouth to say something, but Amy interrupted her.
"We'd better get on the train...we can talk later. Let's get your stuff in there, okay?"
Jayla nodded her head in agreement and the girls dragged her heavy luggage onto the train. Amy led the way to the compartment where she had put her stuff. Inside was Lavender Brown, one of their close friends.
"Hey!" Squealed Lavender. She helped them get all of Jayla's bags onto the rack, then they sat down, ready to talk about their summer, as the train started moving.
Lavender told them about her vacation to Spain, where she had had a sort of fling with a 'hot latin lover', as she described him. Jayla had looked at the passing scenery for most of Lavender's stories. She found Lavender a bit ditzy sometimes, but still loved her.
Amy described her vacation as 'inspiring'. Her family had stayed in a chalet in the woods, where Amy spent her days painting. She was a really good painter. In fact, Jayla had a piece by Amy hanging in her bedroom, of a ballet dancer.
Amy and Lavender turned to Jayla. "What did you do? Anything special?" Laveneder inquired.
"Well, I mostly stayed at home...I went to dance camp in July for two weeks though! It was fun....oh yeah, and Jasmine was home since it's summer."
Laveder looked confused.
"Jasmine is my older sister, Lav. In university? Remember?"
"RIIIIGHT!" I'm so sorry, I forgot! Please continue." Lavender looked embarrassed.
Jayla smiled at her. "It's okay. Anyways...I basically hung out with Jasmine and some of my muggle friends.....and danced, a lot." And barfed, a lot...
"It shows." Said Amy.
"Huh? What shows?" Jayla was confused.
It shows that I threw up a lot? But she doesn't know...oh my god! Can Amy read minds?
"That you danced a lot, Jayla! You look great."
"Yeah, I wish I was as thin as you!" Lavender agreed.
"Erm...okay...yeah, "Jayla mumbled awkwardly.
But Jayla knew she wasn't looking great. And even if she did, it wouldn't be from dancing. She felt bad that Amy and Lavender, her 'best friends', didn't know her deepest secret. She knew she should tell them, but....
"Ooh, look, it's the sweets trolley." Said Lavender cheerfully. "Let's get something!"
All three girls left their compartment. "How about we all buy something different, and share?" Amy offered.
Jayla and Lavender agreed, so they all bought their favourite sweet. Lavender got some chocolate frogs, Amy picked Bertie Botts Every Flavour beans, and Jayla bought some pumpkin pasties. They sat there, still chatting and eating their candy, when their compartment door slid open.
There was Hermione Granger standing at their door. She smiled at them and walked in, closing the door behind her, but not before Jayla got a glimpse of who was walking by at that moment...
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Draco was in a bad mood.
He wasn't even excited to be going back to school. Well, not really.
It was when he passed Granger, walking into a compartment, that he saw her. He barely recognized her - it looked as though she hadn't eaten all summer. But it had to be her - hanging around with Evans, and Brown...
He didn't even have time to smirk at her before Granger closed the door. Damn that girl.
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"Hi!" Hermione was greeting them.
"Hey..." Amy said quietly. She, Jayla, and Lavender never hung around with Hermione. Not that they were enemies - just that she was always with Weasley and Potter. She didn't seem to have any real friends who were girls.
"Is it okay...if I sit with you lot?"
"Of course, " Jayla said, wondering why she wasn't with Harry or Ron. "Would you like a pumpkin pastie?"
"Oh! Well - if it's alright.." she accepted and ate it quickly. She looked hungry.
"Wow, Jayla...." she said suddenly. "You look so gorgeous!"
"So, Hermione, " Amy said loudly, "how was your summer?
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"So, Draco, " Blaise was saying, "I saw Malloy."
Draco raised one eyebrow. Pansy was staring at him with great interest.
"Why would he care about Malloy? She's a mudblood, Blaise, for Merlin's sake.."
"Yeah, but Draco fancies her."
"WHAT?" Pansy jumped up so fast her elbow collided with Draco's forehead.
"For fu - "
"WHAT??" she screeched again, interrupting him.
"Pansy, calm down!" Draco growled angrily. "Thanks a lot, Blaise..."
Blaise grinned. "It's okay to think a mudblood is pretty, Pansy."
"Oh really?" Pansy hissed. "So I guess I can go tell both your dads you think a mudblood is - "
"NO!" Draco and Blaise shouted at the same time.
Pansy smirked. "Then I guess it's not okay. She's not even pretty..."
Draco rolled his eyes. Sure she was. It was her blood that had stopped him from talking to her all these years...
Pansy was still talking. "And she's, like, soooo skinny, don't you think? She's probably anorexic or something, it's so gross. And her eyes? They're like, waaaay too big for her face. She looks like - "
"Shut up!" Blaise shouted. Draco looked angry. "You're probably just jealous of her, Pans, " he stated.
She gasped. "No way! No fucking way!" She stood up again, strode over to Blaise, and grabbed his front collar. "You're going to be sooo sorry for saying that.."
Blaise and Draco were both laughing. It was funny when Pansy tried to act tough.
"Stop laughing!" She mustered up all her strength and managed to pull Blaise up, shoving him at Draco.
Draco shoved Blaise as well. "Get off, mate..."
Soon enough, it had erupted into a full wrestling match. Pansy punched at Draco and Blaise mercilessly, while they shoved each other. Draco suddenly found himself stumbling out of their compartment, onto a passerby.
He fell straight down, hard, onto the person. Scrambling to get up quickly, he offered his hand to the person without thinking. They took at, and Draco almost let go when he saw their face.
"Ma-Malloy?" He stuttered.
Jayla was staring at him, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Hello, Malfoy."
Draco cleared his throat. "Someone pushed me. I'm really sorry....are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Perfectly fine." She looked pissed off.
Draco realize dhe was still holding her hand and let go quickly. "Erm...You...uh...you look..."
"I'll see you later then, Malfoy, " Jayla said quickly, ignoring him.
Jayla spun around and walked away from him haughtily. She wasn't in the mood for small talk. She felt a bit guilty, because he had looked genuinely sorry. Maybe she shouldn't have acted so bitchy...then again, he deserved it. He was pretty mean to Hermione Granger. But Jayla couldn't hate him. It would have been so much easier to hate him if he wasn't so good looking, and if her stomach didn't jump every time he looked at her...
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Draco stared after the Jayla, watching her walk gracefully away from him. He wondered if she was mad at him.
Stop staring, Draco. He mentally scolded himself. Even if she was a pureblood, she's in Gryffindor...and she's friends with Granger...
He tore his eyes away and looked back at Blaise.
"Thanks a lot. You made me knock over an innocent girl, you stupid git!"
Blaise was laughing. "You're only so angry because you looove her. Come on mate, she's pretty, but... it would never work."
Draco frowned. Blaise was right. So, she was pretty. Maybe even gorgeous. However.. "it would never work." He knew it wouldn't. But those words made him feel even more strongly about her, made him want it to be able to work even more....
Blaise was watching him, smirking. Draco hated when people smirked at him. It was his job to smirk! He was the best at it.
"I don't care about any stupid Gryffindors." Draco said visciously. Blaise's smirk turned into a smile.
"As if. It's so obvious, mate..." He quickly jumped into a compartment and sat down, so that Draco couldn't give him a shove.
Draco also sat in the compartment, fuming. Blaise was making fun of him! And the bad thing was, it was about something he really did feel....
Jayla was in his thoughts for the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts.
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Jayla was lost in her thoughts. Half of them were trying to figure out when she would be able to throw up next, and the other half were concentrating on Draco Malfoy. His muscular body, falling on top of her. His grey eyes, staring into hers. His blonde hair, perfectly messy...
Hermione, Amy, and Lavender were talking. Jayla felt very alone all of a sudden. Empty and alone. Amy turned to look at her, and she quickly put on a fake smile, pretending to be listening to their conversation. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, with that huge fake smile on her face. She was good at fake smiling. She did it all the time, hiding how she really felt. But she couldn't stand how she looked right then - it made her want to throw up all her organs so she could just curl up and die.
But she didn't. She kept on smiling.
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Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, with his friends in the great hall. He listened to the hustle and bustle of the many Hogwarts students. While everyone was waiting for the sorting ceremony to start, he scanned the Gryffindor table.
I'm just looking, He told himself. Not for anyone in particular...there she is!
He stared at the Jayla, studying her face, her body, the way she moved as she sat down and started chatting with her friends. Her black curly hair swinging as she moved, her blue-violet eyes sparkling, her lips smiling....
He realized someone was talking to him and stopped staring at her. He pretended to be listening to Pansy while deep in his own thoughts.
I have to stop staring at her, for Merlin's sake... Oh, but look how adorable - no! Stop it. She's a mudblood. Mudblood! M-U-D-B-L-O-O-D....
He nodded at Pansy, wishing she would leave him alone and let his eyes wander back to her. She was talking to Weasely now, and Draco didn't like the look on his face.
Weasely couldn't...fancy her...could he? Draco smirked suddenly, mentally cimparing himself to Weasley. He wouldn't have been ashamed to say that Weasley didn't have a chance against him.
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"I heard our new defense teacher is some old woman," Ron was saying. "I hope she's not too boring, you know?"
Jayla nodded, quite uninterested in what Ron was saying, whatever he was saying. She had the sneaking suspision that he was enjoying this one sided conversation a lot more than she was. She let her focus roam free, looking around at all the people she hadn't seen since last June. When her eyes landed on the Slytherin table, she caught Draco staring at her. He quickly looked away once she caught his eye. She smiled. He was quite cute. She was glad she had four double classes with Sltherin that year.
She looked back at Ron, and let out a false giggle, thinking he had just told her some sort of joke. But evidently he hadn't, because as she laughed, he frowned and looked away from her. Not feeling the least bit embarrassed, only relieved to not have to talk to Ron anymore, Jayla turned to join in conversation with Amy and Lavender.
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Ten minutes later, Dumbledore's speech was coming to a close.
"I'm sure all of you know we have added some classes this year. For creative students, there is the option of taking dance, art, or music..."
Jayla had been thrilled that she would be able to take dance at Hogwarts. But she was annoyed that Dumbledore was rambling on about it. Yes, everyone knew about the new classes. He didn't have to spend so long explaining it! Finally, he was finished, and the sorting ceremony began.
Jayla gazed blankly at the group of first years, pretending to care which house they got into. She clapped when everyone else clapped, but was now thinking about food. She didn't have anything in her stomach, and it was growling loudly. Finally, the first years were all sorted and Dumbledore had said a few more words, so the feast could finally begin.
When the food appeared, Jayla took a small pile of mashed potatoes, some salad, and pasta. She ate the food slowly, chewing it a lot. The more you chewed, the easier it came out.
Hermione was hissing at Ron and Harry to stop asking her about something or other, and Lavender was telling Amy more about her summer. Jayla let her focus wander to the Draco. He was eating and talking to one of his friends, a tall, dark skinned boy, Blaise Zabini.
She started to daydream about him talking to her like that, but someone was shaking her shoulder violently.
"Huh? What?" She shook her head and turned around to see Harry, who had been shaking her. He let go of her bony shoulder.
"Jayla, aren't you going to eat anything other than that?" He looked at her tiny portions and her glass of water. His face wore a worried expression.
"I'm.....not all that hungry....really."
Amy butted in. "Jayla eats like a bird Harry....don't you know that by now?" She laughed. "You've known her for 6 years, after all."
Jayla flushed as Harry frowned. "Are you sure? I don't remember anything about - "
Hermione looked angry. "Harry! Leave it! Jayla can eat as much or as little as she wants to." She gave Jayla a small smile and then continued to eat from her loaded plate.
Jayla took another small bite of pasta, thinking about how she would be watching it come back up later. If only they knew how much she could really eat. If she was alone, she could have devoured everything on all 5 of their plates, and still have room for more. She just hated people to watch her. It made her feel like the pig she knew she was.
She looked back at the Slytherin table and saw Draco staring at her again. If only he knew how screwed up she was, he wouldn't be looking at her like that...
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Draco was staring once again at Jayla. She looked back at him and he knew he should have looked away, but he didn't. He was fascinated by her. So he kept staring. She pursed her lips and then looked away, and ate some salad. She chewed it for a long time and then swallowed. She looked around at her friends and then got up, quickly walking out of the great hall, towards the bathrooms. Draco thought of following her but decided against it. It would be too weird, and besides, what would he say to her?
Hello, I know we don't exactly know each other, but I've been watching you, and I think you're really pretty. Go out sometime? He mentally laughed at himself for being such an idiot.
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Hermione had left in the middle of dinner to go to the bathroom. She stopped half way into the stall to go check her teeth for food, at one of the big mirrors. Opening her mouth wide, she suddenly heard a gagging sound. She froze. Some poor girl's dinner was coming back up.
She stayed frozen, not knowing what to do, until the person walked out of the stall. They both gasped at the same time.
"Hermione?" Jayla looked terrified.
"Uhh...." Hermione had no idea what to say. Her mind was racing.
"I think I might be getting the flu, " Jayla said, not looking at Hermione.
"Um...Hermione...would you not tell? I don't want anyone to worry about me..."
"S-s-sure.." Hermione stuttered, as Jayla rinsed her mouth quickly.
"See you, then, " she said, leaving the bathroom and leaving Hermione very confused.
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Draco awoke the next morning to the sound of drawers slamming. He groaned and looked at his clock. 6.00 a.m.
He looked around and saw Blaise unpacking all his stuff into his dresser.
"Blaise! It's six in the morning! Shut up!" One of the down-sides of sharing a room with his best friend was that Blaise was an early riser.
"Sorry....I just like to get all unpacked, you know?"
Draco yawned. "Not exactly...." He sat up, rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair.
Blaise laughed. "You look like shit, Draco..."
Draco glared at him. Blaise was the only person who could get away with saying something like that to him.
"No thanks to you, mate." He got up and walked over to their bathroom. He shared a room only with Blaise, because he was a prefect and he had made a special request.
In the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was plastered to one side of his face, and his eyes were all red. He took a quick shower and put on his uniform, while Blaise finished unpacking. Draco knew he should take his extra time to do the same, but he really didn't feel like it. He looked at the clock, and it was 6:45. Still forty five minutes until breakfast was served. He decided to go on a walk.
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Jayla got up at 6:30 the next morning, ready to start classes. She reread her schedual, looking for classes with Slytherins. She had four. Two were potions, on Monday and Wednesday (first period). One was defense against the dark arts on Tuesday after lunch, and the fourth one was charms, last period on Friday. She smiled
She got up and poked Hermione, who was sharing a dorm with her, as well as Amy and Lavender, just like last year. Hermione rolled over and blinked.
"Huh? ....Jayla, I get up at seven, you twit!"
"So what? What's half an hour?" Jayla laughed and started to dance around the room. "Hey Hermione, what day is it today?"
Hermione yawned. "Guh....Tuesday, I think....yeah. Why are you so happy? I thought you were sick..."
Jayla tried to stop grinning. "It's Tuesday! And I'm much better today..."
Hermione didn't say anything, just shook her head and got up. She went to the bathroom and Jayla giggled to herself. She coudn't wait until after lunch. She decided to skip showering, because she really didn't need one. She went into the bathroom after Hermione, to wash her face and do her hair, and things. Hermione was showering in one of the stalls, and was still in there when Jayla was all dressed and ready. She left the bathroom and looked at her watch. It was 7:00. There was still half an hour until breakfast, so Jayla decided to go for a walk.
She exited her room and went to the common room. There was no one else in there. Jayla hummed to herself, in a rare good mood and climbed through the portrait hall into the empty, sun filled corridor. As she skipped down the stairs and through empty corridors, she sang quietly to herself. Suddenly, she stopped and looked around. Seeing no one, she slipped off her shoes. Giggling, she did a pirouette. Then a jete. A thrill rushed through her whole body and she began to dance more freely, spinning and jumping and laughing.
Little did she know that she was being watched by a pair of grey eyes....
A/N: SOOOO, I hope this was good. I don't think the whole throwing up scene was too grotesque or 'glorfying eating disorders'...ish. Remember to type a little review in that box down there!! Also, sorry for any confusing writing...I dunno if the italics will show up. <3
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