Disclaimer: I Don't Own Twilight, Harry Potter Or Any ORIGINAL Characters

Summary: Edward left Bella when she was trying to tell him her biggest secret: She's a witch that attends Hogwarts. When he leaves, she is heartbroken and decides to go back home to Hogwarts. While she is home, Bella reconnects with her best friends Harry, Hermione and Ron. What happens when new students arrive at Hogwarts, but they're not so new? Will she go back to Edward or will she be in the arms of another?

Previously: "I'm going to kill him!"

Chapter Six: Bella's POV

I gulp as I watch him. Never before have I seen Draco Malfoy behave in such a manner.

He's pacing like a madman. I watch as his school robes billow behind him like black clouds of fabric as he races from one end of the room to the other. They give a loud crack! every time he swiftly turns to change direction before he runs into a wall of stone. His locks of silver blonde hair are unkempt, wild, and unruly from the innumerable amount of times he's ran his long, pale fingers through them. His stance is stiff despite just how much he's moving. Finally, he ceases all movement and snaps his eyes to me. None of these things are what manages to send tingling shocks down my spine except for one. No, it is not a combination of all this alarming behavior. Instead, it is one very simple feature of him: his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, the gray orbs are usually void of emotion. However, this never seems to the case when he is with me. Alternatively, they usually shine with the emotions of either anger, lust, pain, and/or any various combination thereof. Still, Draco Lucius Malfoy seems to live and breathe to shock me today, because nothing of which I have mentioned applies to the emotion his eyes swim with. They are flat and steely in color, no longer stormy. My chest clenches as I am vaguely reminded of the calm before the storm.

"Draco?"

My voice drips with concern, betraying my façade of collective calmness on the outside. It's shaky and unsure, as though I'm speaking to a rabid animal who could jump up and bite me at any given time. Again, my chest clenches. My breath hitches, catching in my throat that is now somehow constricted and unable to produce sound. My lips pucker and my face scrunches. What am I doing? This is not who I nor "Bella Swan" is. It's with this reminder that I pick up the pieces of my shambled Gryffindor courage and calm my nerves.

"Draco!" I bark, my voice sounding much more firm and assertive.

The result is instantaneous, Malfoy slips back into his normal self. Well, at least into the normal person he is with me. His eyes now remind me of the thunder storms I used to watch as a child again. Even though they still gleam with fury. His tongue darts out to lick his presumably chapped lips and, finally, he speaks, "Why are you not telling Potter this? Why not Weasley? Or your bookworm of a friend? Surely you know that I do not care about such mundane and trivial things."

I blink as his words register into my brain. He's saying that he doesn't care about what I went through and endured in muggle America. . . The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and I find myself trying to keep the tears at bay. I don't take the time to ponder over the fact that, if he did indeed not care, he wouldn't have reacted in such a violent manner. Instead, I nod in farewell to him and rush out of the room. I think that it's about time Harry, Ron, and 'Mione hear of my story. I've kept too many secrets from them, putting my trust into people that do not truly care. Perhaps it's time that I go to those who I know really do.

A/N: I apologize for such a short and long awaited update. However, I do feel as though it's a rather important milestone in the story. Again, apologies for the long wait. . . Life has been rather hectic and computerless until now. Anyways, please show your support and continue to motivate me through reviews, follows, and/or favorites! I really do love knowing what you guys think. As always, thank you for your patience and continued support!