Yes, yes, I know! You want me to update Reflecting The Future, but I've had this idea for a while and decided to write it. Only took like 2 hours. It's sort of like a mini-prequel to the AU Epilogue oneshot, "Jailene's Happy Ending". Or you can choose to see as a plain one-shot. It's basically an AU version of the Sectumsepra/Bathroom scene. I have another second part to this oneshot that I might add if people want me too so tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own the idea of Jailene and her personality.

A few days before the match against Ravenclaw, Jailene found herself walking down to dinner alone from the common room. Ron having rushed off into a nearby bathroom to throw up yet again, and Hermione having dashed off to see Professor Vector about a mistake she thought she might have made in her last Arithmancy essay. Although Jailene was positive that more than anything they were avoiding her because of, as they referred it as, her "Malfoy obsession." Only Luna and Neville seemed to agree with her suspicions, but they weren't as concerned as she was. Thankfully, none of them had realized that her fixation on proving that her rival for the past six years was now a Death Eater had slowly changed into worry about him.

For the past few weeks, he had gotten thinner, his usually lean muscles from Quidditch had seemed to slowly dissipate. His face seemed paler than ever and his hair, although still it's shiny bleached color, was in disarray, looking almost as bad as her father's that she had seen in the album Hagrid had given her.

More out of habit than anything, Jailene made her usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauder's Map as she went. For a moment she could not find Malfoy anywhere and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again, but then she saw Malfoy's tiny, labeled dot standing in a boys' bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle.

Jailene only stopped staring at this unlikely coupling when she walked right into a suit of armor. The loud crash brought her out of her reverie; hurrying from the scene lest Filch turn up, she dashed down the marble staircase and along the passageway below.

Outside the bathroom, she pressed her ear against the door. She could not hear anything. She very quietly pushed the door open.

Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his head bowed and his white-blonde hair reflecting brightly off the mirrors.

"Don't," crooned Moaning Myrtle's voice from one of the cubicles.

"Don't...tell me what's wrong...I can help you..."

Jailene would have snorted at the ridiculous statement, but seemed to sense the seriousness of the situation, so she kept silent.

"No one can help me," said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. "I can't do it...I can't...It won't work...and unless I do it soon...he says he'll kill me..."

And Jailene realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root her to the spot, that Malfoy was crying —actually crying — tears streaming down his handsome face into the grimy basin.

It was strange to see him like this. She had never really given Malfoy that much thought, except for when he insulted her. To her, he was just a slimy snake, a bully who loved to humiliate those he deemed below him. But seeing him cry, made her realize that there was more to him, that he could hurt just like everyone else.

Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into flu-cracked mirror and saw Jailene staring curiously at him over his shoulder. Malfoy wheeled around, drawing his wand.

Instinctively, Jailene pulled out her own. Malfoy's hex missed Jailene by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside her; Jailene threw herself sideways, thought 'Levicorpus!' and flicked her wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another —

"No! No! Stop it!" squealed Moaning Myrtle, her voice echoing loudly around the tiled room. "Stop! STOP!"

There was a loud bang and the bin behind Jailene exploded; Jailene attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Malfoy's ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly; water poured everywhere and Jailene slipped as Malfoy, his face contorted, cried, "Crucio!"

Suddenly, it felt as if she was being stabbed repeatedly with a thousand sharpened knives, setting her nerves aflame. The pain was so great that Jailene released a bloodcurdling scream that was so terrible, it seemed almost inhuman. As quick as the pain had come, it left.

She shakily got to her feet fast enough to see a moment of shame on Malfoy's face before his mask was brought back up. Knowing she had to move quickly, she raised her wand to cast a body bind, but Malfoy had gotten there first.

"Expelliarmus!"

Her wand flew out of her hand, landing on the other side of the room. Cursing with the mouth of a sailor, she watched Malfoy's triumphant face. She felt outraged that she had let him get the best of her and made her feel vulnerable without her wand. Without thinking, she started to run at him, ready to spring into a physical attack.

Malfoy visibly alarmed by her sudden agression, bellowed "Sectumsempra!"

Blood spurted from Jailene's face and chest as though she had been slashed with an invisible sword. She staggered backward and collapsed onto the water-logged floor with a great splash.

"No —" gasped Malfoy, his wand slipping from his hand out of shock. Splashing and slithering through the puddles of the flooding floor, Malfoy frantically crawled on his knees and plunged toward Jailene, whose face was now shining scarlet, her slightly tanned hands dropped to the side of her blood soaked chest.

"No — I didn't —"

Malfoy didn't know what he was saying, but all he kept hearing was his brain yelling at him to get help as Jailene was shaking uncontrollably in a pool of his own blood.

Traumatized at the scene, he was frozen in place until the blaring voice of Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream: "MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!" Finally, he began to move.

As she felt her life draining, she stared at Malfoy's panicking face. The pure misery in his eyes. His thoughtless, wild actions as he tried to stop the bleeding, forgetting about his black Hawthorn wand that laid three feet away from him. Suddenly, a door slammed open and turning her head towards the disturbance, she saw Professor Snape at the doorway with a clear look of regret, devastation, and agony.

Too confused at the array of emotion on his face, she turned her head back to Malfoy and watched as he sat himself behind her head, carefully picking up her head and placing it on his lap, gently running his fingers through her black and crimson hair. She felt so tired, as if she had played a 4 month long Quidditch match or outran Dudley and his gang for a day straight.

Her eyelids heavy, her breathing slowing down, she looked up one last time at Malfoy and couldn't help but think at that moment that he was beautiful. Then came darkness…

Yeah, I know it's short, but I hope that you like it! Tell me if you want the second part of this one-shot/two-shot. If you do, I will tell you that there's a talk between Jailene and Draco in the Hospital Wing. So review please!

xoxo, Lady Luna Riddle aka Dark Lady Riddle