Together [HP]

Jacqueline stood in the prefect's bathroom. She looked up at herself in the mirror above the sink. Twenty minutes ago, she was facing the same mirror, worrying whether she looked good and whether Hermione would dislike her.But now, the person in the mirror with bloodshot eyes, like an enraged lion, would never be welcomed by Hermione, especially those eyes, like the eyes of the coldest poisonous snake staring at its prey .Jacqueline sneered at herself in the mirror, and then she laughed painfully, the more she laughed, the colder she became.She could not help but tremble all over, spreading from her internal organs to her back.

Jacqueline hated the feeling of being out of control. She tried her best to suppress the feeling that she was about to be torn apart, but it was useless. All the bones in her body made a 'creaking' sound.

"Ah!" She raised her head and let out an extremely suppressed growl. She only felt her waist tremble, and her whole body was dizzy. Her body seemed to be on fire.She closed her eyes in despair, so be it, dying like this may be a relief, at least, she doesn't have to face Hermione tomorrow.But no, that burning sensation, that heart-piercing feeling slowly disappeared, she opened her eyes again, and what appeared in the mirror was not a person, but an animal, a phoenix.

Jacqueline wants to laugh, it's ironic, one moment she just made such a decision, the next moment her Animagus has been practiced, and she has become a phoenix, a symbol of loyalty phoenix.

How ironic, Jacqueline looked at herself in the mirror, and the phoenix also looked at her and let out a cry.She had never told a lie to Hermione Granger, but tomorrow, she would tell Hermione that it was all a lie, a huge lie.She looked up at the mirror, and a hot tear trickled down from the corner of her eye.She shook her head, changed back again, brushed the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, she is not a real phoenix, she does not need phoenix tears to heal her wounds, she needs pain, only pain can make her feel that she is still alive.

Jacqueline unbuttoned her robe, she needed to take another shower to wash away all Hermione-related aura.A small purple crystal vial tumbled from the robe and rolled to the side of the bath as large as a swimming pool.Jacqueline looked at the bottle, still unbuttoning her shirt with both hands without haste.When the last piece of clothing was taken off her body, she turned on the faucet naked, and the slight coolness in the bathroom gave her goosebumps all over her body, but she needed to calm down and think about those needs. Memories that are hidden, altered.

When the tub was full, she turned off the faucet, slipped into the tub, and squinted at the crystal bottle next to the tub.It was a bottle of perfume, and when she and Hermione were strolling through the streets of Paris, France this summer, it was placed in a shop window by the side of the street.Hermione just gave it a quick glance, but Jacqueline knew Hermione liked it.Jacqueline originally wanted to give Hermione a birthday present along with the piano, but now...

Jacqueline swam over, she looked at the purple crystal bottle, and slowly let out a breath.Then she grabbed the bottle with her right hand and pressed it against the wall of the sink.Her right hand continued to exert force, and cracks gradually appeared on the crystal bottle, and a trace of fruity blueberry mixed with raspberry scent came out of the crack in the bottle.The crack got bigger and bigger, and then the whole body of the bottle shattered, and a few pieces stuck into Jacqueline's palm, but she didn't feel any pain.She only felt a little bit of relief, and only physical pain could relieve the coldness in her heart.

The blood slowly flowed down the palm, flowed over the forearm, dripped into the bath, and then slowly merged and disappeared into the pool water.Jacqueline raised her right hand. She glanced at the palm covered with crystal shards, and smiled painfully. She stuck out her tongue, and the tip of her tongue slid gently over the shards.

The sweetness of roses, jasmine, and peonies, accompanied by a slight smell of blood, Jacqueline slowly closed her eyes and clenched her right hand. Her heart gradually calmed down and became cold, and her brain became more and more awake.

Hermione.Hermione's name was spoken slowly in her mind, syllable by syllable.I hate you, I must, hate you.

When the air began to smell of cedar, vanilla and a hint of musk, Jacqueline opened her eyes again, her heart still.She looked at her right hand, which had already started to turn white from the wound. She stood up from the bath, picked up the magic wand that was placed aside, and said, "Heal quickly."

Hermione Granger, are you ready?Come meet, the most powerful opponent you have ever met.

"Why am I here?" Malfoy asked impatiently, lying cross-legged on the sofa opposite the fireplace in the Slytherin common room.

"Because Jacqueline said it." Pansy replied while fiddling with her astronomy chart.

"Oh, really." Malfoy sneered, "Where is your master now?"

Pansy raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"What's that?" Malfoy raised his chin at the cake that was placed across from Pansy.

"Cake." Jacqueline walked in from the outside with a calm expression on her face.

"Of course I know it's cake, genius." Malfoy sat up from the sofa with a sneer, "For what?"

"A bet." Jacqueline folded her arms and leaned on the chair next to Pansy. She raised her chin slightly and looked at Malfoy playfully.

"Why should I be interested in your bet?" Malfoy asked slightly mockingly.

"Because it has something to do with Hermione Granger." Jacqueline raised her eyebrows, "I thought..." She snorted softly, "Since you're not interested, please go back. I didn't the mood in which the speaker speaks.”

"What are you talking about?" Malfoy said coldly, "What happened to that Mudblood?"

"Watch your language, Malfoy," said Jacqueline coldly. "You know our Headmaster hates that word."

"Him?" Malfoy snorted coldly, "What do you think he can do to me now?"

Jacqueline glanced at Malfoy coldly, she turned around, and conjured a silver knife out of thin air, "Enjoy the winner's cake, Pansy. Then we can look forward to tomorrow's fun."

"What fun?" Malfoy walked over, and he glanced at the cake with some disgust, "And that mud..."

Jacqueline glanced at him again, and Malfoy pursed his lips, "Is it related to that Miss Granger?"

"It seems he doesn't know anything, Pansy." Jacqueline glanced at Pansy, but Pansy suddenly turned away and pretended to look at the cake, "Should we tell him about the bet we made in first grade? "

"If Mr. Malfoy is willing to listen," Pansy replied.

Malfoy looked at them, and he suddenly laughed, "You're just trying to trick me."

"Ah, that's right, genius." Jacqueline sarcastically cut the cake with the silver knife, "Then you just keep thinking like this."

"You really have a bet?" Malfoy asked doubtfully.

"Of course, a genius." A sneer appeared on the corner of Jacqueline's mouth. "When you were in your first year, you tried every means to drive Potter out of Hogwarts, but after you failed, I made a bet with Pansy."

"A bet with Granger," Pansy said.

"I told her I could easily make Miss Granger fall in love with me."

"And she succeeded." Pansy made a face at Malfoy.

"And tomorrow," Jacqueline chuckled, picked up a piece of cake and handed it to Malfoy, "we'll see Granger crying."

Malfoy obviously didn't believe what the two of them said, his eyes swept over Pansy and Jacqueline, and his face grew paler.

"How do I know it's not a conspiracy between the two of you," Malfoy looked warily at the cake in Jacqueline's hand, "Maybe you put something in this cake."

"You don't know." Jacqueline shook her head. She picked up the fork on the table and took a bite of the cake. "Again, you don't have to believe anything. Anyway, I'll enjoy tomorrow morning and tonight's cake .”

"What's in it for you?" Malfoy asked. "Why are you telling me?"

"It's very simple," Jacqueline finished her piece of cake in a few bites, "I beat Granger, not only in studies, but you," Jacqueline curled her lips sarcastically, "You take Potter couldn't do anything. So, like I said," Jacqueline put the fork and plate back on the table, "I don't need to say anything more to a loser, good night, Pansy. Go to bed early tonight Well, you don't want to miss tomorrow's big show."

"I don't believe it." Malfoy's pale cheeks showed a faint blush, "I don't believe a word of it."

"Whatever you want." Pansy put away all the spheres on the table, and walked towards her and Jacqueline's room, "but you have to admit, she really has a skill. And she's better than the two of us combined .”

"She's no better than me," Malfoy said, turning and walking towards the boys' dormitory.

No one could sleep, Jacqueline hugged her big bear, looked at the ceiling all night, and thought about what she was going to say to Hermione this morning.Until the first ray of sunlight in the morning entered their room through the refraction of the water of the Black Lake, Jacqueline glanced at Pansy beside her with her eyes closed, and sighed softly.

"Jacqueline, am I your friend?" Pansy asked cautiously in the darkness.

"Of course." Jacqueline replied.

"In that case, there's one thing I've been thinking about all night," Pansy said slowly. "Yesterday, you frightened me."

"sorry."

"I don't need your apology, Jacqueline. I just want to know why you did this, what you said to Malfoy...I know you're not kidding him."

Jacqueline closed her eyes, and she was silent for a while before she spoke again, "I dreamed, Pansy. I dreamed, and they were alive, Hermione," Jacqueline slowly read Hermione's Name, feeling the warmth brought to her when the name stayed on the tip of her tongue, "Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter."

"But without you," Pansy said.

"Without me," Jacqueline sighed.

"But that doesn't mean you're dead," Pansy said. "You said it yourself that you can't dream of your future destiny."

"It means I don't know if I survived." Jacqueline said slowly, "And I can't do this to her. She is so happy now, but if I die..." Jacqueline licked Lips, the corners of her eyes were a little wet, "I know that feeling, I don't want her to go through what I went through, I want her to be happy, even if she will hate me."

"But Jacqueline, she won't be happy, at least not today, not this week. Why, don't you try your best to survive for her?"

"Survive?" Jacqueline chuckled, she turned to look at Pansy, and Pansy also looked at her, "Of course I want to live, who wants to die. But I want to kill You-Know-Who, This is my responsibility, and it is what I must do. Otherwise, I will never be able to face those who died to protect me, my grandpa, uncle, aunt, brother, they will never let go , unable to go on.”

"I'm not Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the savior. There's no Dumbledore behind me, no Weasleys, no Lupine, no desperate protection from so many people. I only have my parents , my loved ones. But I have grown up, and I will be a real adult after my birthday this year."

"I'm the future heir of the Graham family. I should solve my mother's problems instead of causing her troubles and troubles. I should take up my responsibilities. As for Hermione," Jacqueline smiled wryly. "Beside her, there is at least one other person who loves her."

"So you're going to give her to someone else to take care of? Where do you put her? After the family?"

"Everything is behind the family, especially when I'm the last in the family."

Pansy sighed. She got up from the bed and looked at Jacqueline, "I thought you were different. In this house, everyone in Slytherin would do anything for the sake of the family and their own interests. But you , once you were flesh and blood, you made me understand that even people like you and me can pursue the life we ​​want. I can't understand everything you have to bear, but Jacqueline, I don't want you to Be one of us, and I hope you'll still be one of us Slytherin freaks. And if, if you've done what you were supposed to do, if you've survived, go apologize to Miss Granger, say 'I'm sorry' is what she deserves."

The author has something to say:

1. Jacqueline's decision was not because of Ron's eyes.

2. Since I have released Chapter 1, you know that Jacqueline did not die in the end, but for Jacqueline at this moment, she has no idea whether she will die or not.

3. It is also said that Jacqueline gave up when she saw Ron's eyes and didn't do anything. She decided to teach Ron a lesson.

4. What I said above is that Ron is holding a child in his arms, Hermione's child, please don't make it up, Jacqueline thought it was Ron and Hermione's child, thank you.

5. I'm not sure if this article has made it clear, so I'll explain it. The meaning of Jacqueline's "choose life or death" above is whether Hermione has a living lover or has a Possibly dead herself.

Above, if there is a need to add, I will continue.