Finally I updated this. So this is the second and last part of Beautiful. I don't really think that it's that great but maybe you'll like it. I mean it's not horrible at least. So read please! And I'll try to make another one of these similar oneshots soon. I was thinking maybe...the scene where Hermione punched Malfoy, I'll rewrite in more of a Jailene/Draco fashion.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Harry would have been a girl...and not named Harry. haha

Part 2

White; white walls, white floors, white bedspreads, was the only thing Jailene could see. Her eyes blinded by the brightness of the room. Yet, for some reason the color comforted her, seemed lovingly familiar. Opening her eyes further, getting used to the light, she saw that she was in the hospital wing.

Jailene felt confused. She wondered why on earth she was in this dreaded place, when she spent most of her time trying to escape it. It would be like her pleading with Snape to give her detention with her in the dungeons.

Before she could continue this train of thought, the entrance to the hospital wing, burst open, slamming into the walls behind them. To her extreme surprise, in came the two people who were definitely at the bottom of her visiting list.

Snape, came gliding in first, his robes whipping harshly. His face had an anxious look that seemed to make distort his features, as if he wasn't used to wearing the expression. Following right behind him was Draco "My father…" Malfoy, wearing his usual scowl, strutting into the room.

But as she looked closer, Jailene could see that there was something more to Malfoy's cold demeanor. His hands were clenched at his side, as if it was painful for him to be here.

"Hem-Hem," Snape cleared his throat sounding eerily like silkier voiced Umbridge. Apparently he was thinking the same thing, as he almost unnoticeably winced.

"Well, Ms. Potter…how are you feeling?" Snape asked stiffly, most likely as uncomfortable asking that question as she was hearing it. His height over her seemed more daunting in her weakened state, so Jailene answered in an unusually respectful tone.

"I'm fine Professor, but just a bit confused." Jailene replied uncertainly. "Why exactly am I in here?

"Don't you feel any pain?" Snape questioned curiously.

Now that Jailene thought about, she could feel sharp pains from her chest and a dull ache encompassing her body. She related this to the Professor.

"Yes, that's understandable since you were in contact with extreme dark magic," Snape said, his upper curling in what appeared to be disgust, his eyes flickering to the Slytherin next to him who seemed to be avoiding eye contact.

Jailene glanced at Malfoy, his blinding locks reflecting from the light of the room, but the affect was ruined by red spots in his hair that looked oddly like blood…Immediately her mind flashed to a bathroom with flooded floors, scarlet rivers streaming from her, through the crevices of her fingers…Her blood…

As her mind repeatedly replayed the image of her almost death, she was startled out of it by a hand upon hers. Glancing down, she couldn't help but compare the fairness to her own tanned hand and think of how…right they seemed together.

She vaguely heard the swish of movement and the closing of the door as she was busy caressing the creamy white appendage that now laid in her palm. Her fingers running over the healing knuckles, the small amount of calluses that only seemed to enhance the prettiness of it.

The other's fingers slowly moved out of her hand, and instead slid into place with her own, enclosing their hand with hers.

The warmth comforted her. It felt secure, safe, like home. She gradually looked up from their intertwined hands, and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, him leaning over her, his lips just mere inches from her own. They looked pink and wet, but obviously chewed on, most likely from stress. But it didn't detract from how soft they seemed to appear.

Yet, the memory of her pain and anguish flashed again, and she remembered that he had been the one to cause it.

She let out a small hiss and turned her head away, refusing to get reeled in by who could've have been her killer. He emitted a gentle sigh of disappointment, hurt palpable in his expression.

Jailene harshly pulled away her hand from his, and gave him the frostiest glare she could muster. He stepped away from her quickly, running his hands through his still faintly bloodied hair.

Acting as if their moment hadn't taken place, she spat angrily at him, "What are you doing here Malfoy? Come for round number two since the first one didn't go as well as planned?"

Any affection that Draco may had shown, immediately disappeared, replaced with a look of loathing that Jailene had become familiar with for the past 6 years.

"I didn't try to kill you on purpose Potter!" Draco countered, irritably.

Jailene expression was of mock surprise, "Really? Oh forgive me, I was under the impression that if someone uses a fatal dark curse and an unforgivable on another person, they mean to harm them. But it seems that I was wrong."

Draco scowled, aggravated at her sarcasm. "Oh don't give me that bloody 'Woe is me' act. If the 'Girl Who Lived' learned to mind her own business instead of sticking her nose in where it doesn't belong…" He trailed off, too furious with her to continue.

"Well excuse me for worrying about you Arsehole!" Jailene shrieked, almost jumping out of bed in her rage.

Draco looked at her, shocked at her concern about him. He couldn't help but think how attractive her flushed cheeks and wild black auburn was. His eyes widened at that thought. He was not supposed to think that…he couldn't. If the Dark Lord ever read that from his mind, he wouldn't be alive the next day.

Jailene watched Malfoy curiously as he had paused in his tirade, apparently bemused at what she had let slip.

Draco shook his head and frowned at Jailene, "Whatever Potter. I don't need nor want your concern. Just stay out of it Potter."

Jailene was about to happily accept, but stopped herself when she realized that she couldn't. She wouldn't be able to just forget about this. No matter what he or she said, Jailene couldn't help but care about Malfoy…though the reason why eluded her.

"…I can't…" Jailene admitted.

Draco observed at her carefully, as if searching for something. Suddenly, his Slytherin Prince persona dropped for just a second, "Try," he implored tiredly.

Although she doubted she would be able to, she slowly nodded in agreement, a lump stuck in her throat.

As he began his walk out of the room, he hesitated, stopping at the door and glanced back at her. Her fingers twitched, aching for his to intertwine with hers again. He stared at her, unknown emotions swirling in his stormy blue/grey eyes, with an almost hidden promise lurking in them.

But then they became icy, cold again, and a sneer formed on his face. Arrogance was visible in every aspect of his movements, his breaths, as he turned sharply away from her, striding out the door as if nary a care in the world. And for some reason, Jailene couldn't help but think at that moment…that Draco Malfoy was beautiful.

So I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading and please review so I know what you think.