Wasn't meant to be.. [Draco Malfoy] English version

Chapter 1

*I walk through the yellow orange leaves on the forest floor. I cross my arms over each other. So who doesn't take a jacket to school for emergencies like this? I look back in terror when I hear leaves rustling behind me. My gaze changes in no time when I see a boy in a black and green sweater. I hold my breath when I see the black green sweater, his silver eyes and his white blond hair. I recognize him...

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Previously

I open my eyes and think about what I have dreamed. Although I can't think clearly yet, I walk to the bathroom with a blurry gaze. My feet feel so heavy that it seems as if they are made of lead. I put my elbows on the sink and let my head rest in my hands. I am frightened when I hear my brother James.
~ James is my big brother. He and I have a two year age gap. James and I have such a typical brother-sister relationship. We tease each other and sometimes he drives me crazy, but in spite of everything we always want the best for each other. Anyone who has a brother or sister will understand this magical love-hate relationship. ~
'Where are you with your head?' he asks with a grin on his face.

 When he smiles he looks like me. That has been said since I was born. Just like me he has almond eyes and soft golden blond hair. Yet he has something I don't have, charm. He can talk to anyone, I can't. He has hundreds of friends who are all as big party animals as he is, I don't

. In which we are similar on the outside, we have nothing in common on the inside. 'Nowhere, when, uh, I mean, why do you ask?' I ask him, while I grab a washcloth to wash my overheated face with. As he sits on the edge of the bath, he raises his eyebrows and laughs joylessly. I called you at least twice, before you finally reacted,' he says worriedly. I look at my face in the mirror. If only I could wash that worried look off my face. Everyone would see that there was something wrong. 

'Are you going to answer my question?' asks my brother, now slightly irritated. For once I sigh deeply. 'I'll tell you after school, okay?' James seems to understand. Without asking any more questions, he nods at me encouragingly. He walks out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him. I stay alone in the bathroom and wait until I don't hear his footsteps on the stairs anymore. As soon as I hear the door of the living room open and close, I tie my hair in a messy bun. The water that streams out of the shower, when I turn it on, is still cold, but soon becomes warm. I quickly take off my pyjamas so I don't waste too much water. Again I look in the mirror.

Do I look like him? The almond-colored eyes that can form a gaze in a way that it could kill someone, the freckles that are so clearly visible now, because the summer has only just ended. No, I don't think we look alike at all. Especially not with the helix piercing in my right ear, which had hurt so much on that winter day. I close my eyes and get into the shower. The warm streams of water do my skin good. Finally rest.

'Good morning mom,' I shout when I run down the stairs with my schoolbag on my back. I've done my best to look my best, but my hair is messier than normal and even my makeup isn't perfect. 'Hey darling,' she says, giving me a smile. 

I take a bowl from the sink and pour some milk in it. I wouldn't be Juliette if I didn't throw half of the milk next to the bowl, instead of in it. 'Fuck,' I say grumpily. 'Juliette! Mind your words,' she says firmly, while putting her empty cup, which just had coffee in it, on the sink. I sigh and quickly turn around to grab a towel. James sits at the kitchen table. He looks amused and a big grin appears on his face. I raise my middle finger, but whether I like it or not, a little smile appears on my face as well. Together with my mother and my brother, I walk to the car. We get in and drive towards school.

'Do you have a tests today or maybe something else special?' my mother asks. She puts her hand on my leg, with her other hand she holds the steering wheel. 'No, not really.' I answer. 'Just a normal school day.' I turn my head back to see what James is doing. Smiling he looks at his phone. Maybe he has a new girlfriend or is planning a party for this weekend with one of his best friends. I don't know, but I do not have the courage to ask him about it. I turn around again and stare bored in front of me. There is a silence. I bend forward to turn up the radio. I lower myself in my chair. When I close my eyes I see the boy from my dream in front of me again. I shake my head and quickly open my eyes again. 'Is something wrong?' my mother asks a bit worried. She looks at me with her sweet but stern gaze. When I look in her direction as well, I shake my head. 'No, it's just a headache.' I give her a forced smile.

'See you this afternoon,' I give my mother a kiss, before I turn around and close the car door after I get out. It's roaring in the schoolyard. Here and there boys and girls come walking in groups or on bicycles into the schoolyard. Some of the older students, ride scooters up the square towards the special scooter places in the bike shed.

'Hey Jul!' I hear behind me. I recognize that voice only too well. 'Hey Daisy,' I say cheerfully, when I give her a hug. I have known Daisy since group 3 of elementary school. Very early on we were mischievous rascals and now she is still my partner in crime. Because our parents both broke up early, our bond had become very strong. When her parents fought again, my mother, brother and I received her with open arms in our house. Sometimes I felt guilty, because my parents had split up as friends and hers with so much terror. We walked to the entrance of the light gray building and greeted some of our classmates, who we met when we walked to our locker. I see James walking to the biology classroom. He and his friends have only three hours of class today. A jealous feeling crawls over me. I look at my schedule and to my annoyance I see Math as the first hour. Time to come face to face with my worst enemy. 

Daisy and I go and sit in the back of the classroom. I put my books on the table and have a little chat with Daisy, while we wait for our math teacher to start explaining. I look around the classroom and see that nobody is watching us. So 'I really need to tell you something about what I dreamed about last night,' I say in a whisper, while the teacher is explaining in the background. 'Tell me,' she whispers curiously. When I realize that the classroom is deathly quiet, I look up. I swallow when I see Mr. Smith standing right in front of me. 'Oh, h-hello mister Smith,' I say anxiously. 'It seems wise to me if you pay attention, maybe you'll miraculously get a pass on your next test,' he says in a chilly tone. I look at Daisy with big eyes. She does her best to hold back her laughter. 'Sorry sir,' I say softly. He walks away and Daisy starts laughing. I roll my eyes. "Don't forget to tell me that dream of yours during history.' She winks at me. For the rest of the lesson I stay quiet and look at the clock every now and then to see how long the lesson will last.

The bell of the end of the third hour sounds. We have already had math, geography and English, now only history and biology. I walk towards the history classroom with Daisy at my side, when I am stopped by my mentor, Mrs. Dille. 'Can you walk with me, Juliette? Daisy, can you tell your history teacher that Juliette doesn't have to come to class?' I frown my eyebrows at her words. Daisy nods and walks on. 'What is happening?' I ask laughingly when we get to her office. When I see that Mrs. Dille's face is anything but smiling my face turns pale. Mrs. Dille folds her hands together and lets them rest on her desk. 'Juliette, your father," she begins. 'He is in the hospital.' My eyes grow big. 'What, what's the matter?' I ask stuttering. 'He's had a car accident. I'm very sorry.' The room starts spinning. He's dead, I think. No, he can't be, not my father. She can see by the look on my face that I want to ask that question, but I don't dare. She puts her hand on mine. 'No girl, he is not dead, but he is in critical condition.' There are tears in my eyes. 'Your mother and brother are already on their way to the hospital,' says Mrs. Dille. Without waiting, I run out of the room. All of a sudden I am very nauseous. As fast as I can, I walk to the toilets and before I know it, my stomach is empty.

I still walk out of the school in shock and with a trembling body. I was afraid of what I would find at home. Maybe it was so bad that my brother and mother were already home with the terrible news that my father's heart had failed. I walked out of the street. The forest is the only thing between me and my home. I have always loved this forest. As a little child, Daisy and I hid between the trees. When we would have found each other, we would fall laughing in the autumn leaves. The same forest where I built huts with my father... My father... Tears fill my eyes with those beautiful memories. I got a lump in my throat, but the fresh air of the forest soon makes me calm down again. I walk through the yellow orange leaves that lay on the forest floor. It is quiet in the forest. All you hear is the crackling of the leaves under my feet and the rustling of the wind. I cross my arms over each other. So who doesn't take a coat to school for emergencies like this? I look back in fright when I hear leaves rustling behind me. My gaze changes in no time when I see a boy in a black green sweater, silver eyes and white blond hair staring at me. I recognize him...