The first time my breath was taken away was my first year at Hogwarts, when I first saw the castle. Of course, that works for a lot of people like that, but it was the first time I was truly taken aback. Now, the second time was when I knew I was fucked, because I annoyed a hippogriff. Which, by the way, is a VERY bad idea and I strongly suggest against it. The third time my breath was taken away was when I saw the girl that was new in town. And that means that right now, my breath is taken away.
I know I live in a mansion and I have everything I could possibly want here, but sometimes I venture out in the summer into Wiltshire, since our manor is right on the outskirts. So earlier today I went out, yeah? It's a week after my sixteenth birthday. I'm taking a stroll, to clear my head, because I didn't want to think about the fact that Voldemort was completely back, and completely ready to take over the world again. And now it was my job to help him. And, believe it or not, I didn't quite feel like thinking about it.
I noticed that the house that had been on sale for a while now was finally bought, and certainly occupied. In the garage of it, a girl was laying down, putting a record in an older looking record machine. She's got class, I thought. An American song started playing, and she must have noticed me staring, because she laughed, and she got up.
"Come dance, won't you?" she asked, her accent somewhere in between an American and a regular British accent. She held her hand out to me, smiling.
"No, I couldn't, I'm just taking a stroll," I answered, bowing my head. She must be a muggle, playing music like that.
"Come on, strange, mysterious boy from that big mansion down the road who's dressed way too well to be a middle class citizen, nevermind sane in the head in this heat," she said, insisting with her hand at me. I laughed, and I hesitated, but then I walked towards her.
She took me by the hand and whirled me around, in a fast paced dance, but I found that I was enjoying myself, much more than I should have been. She was also singing along to some of the songs, and I didn't recognize any of them, but I didn't mind them because they were terribly catchy.
"Roxy!" came a yell from the house. I nearly jumped out of my skin and reached for my wand, but I remembered that these were muggles, so I merely stopped dancing and released the girl.
"Yes, Auntie Lest?" she asked, smiling at her aunt, who was in the doorway, beaming.
"Already found a boy to whirl around? You never give any man with shoes a rest, do you, girl?"
Roxy only laughed in response, whirling me around again to prove her point.
"Well, Roxy, dinner's ready, and you can invite your friend, if he so pleases," her aunt said, returning back to the house.
"I better be off, my parents will be worried," I told her, giving her a small smile. She nodded.
"I understand, but at least give me your name, so I know who to address next time I steal you away for a few dances," she said.
"Call me Draco," I replied, kissing her hand, before leaving the scene and going back home. Mother also had dinner ready, and had been getting worried about me. Father was quietly brooding as usual. And dinner was quiet. As it always is. I then holed back up in my room, and here I am now.
I'm thinking about a good way to describe this girl, and how beautiful she was. Well, first off, she was short, only up to my chest at full height. And she was slim, and pale, but with a beautiful olive undertone that told me her ethnicity was definitely not English. Her hair was slightly curly and deep brunette, going down to her mid-back, and her eyes were brown.
Damn, she's still taking my breath away. Roxy….
SHIT. I FORGOT SHE'S A MUGGLE.