I was shovelling down my breakfast as fast as was possible, maybe a little to fast in fact, as I hadn't noticed that I had dropped some on myself. I stood up to walk but felt the food slide off her and onto my feet.
'Oh crap', I said, muttering at how being clumsy was a problem and that now I had to change because of it.
I ran upstairs charging through my wardrobe, for something that i felt comfortable in, because that day I would be going to "Diagon Alley" for my new school stuff.
'Axel, hurry up or we'll miss the bus', my mum screamed from the bottom of the stairs.
'Coming mum, I just need to change', I yelled back.
I walked down the stairs wearing a rather nerdy beanie, the one with the flaps covering the ears, but I fell in love it. I was also wearing my Back to the Future shirt, a pair of skate jeans, so that I didn't feel like my flab was showing to the world and my black Double D shoes with the bright green shoelaces. I got at the bottom of the stairs and I was faced with the laughing faces of my older brother's friends.
'Am I missing something?' I questioned, 'did we randomly adopt them?'
'They're coming along, honey, they need to go get some stuff too, so, why not?' mum smiled, holding the door to the "sacred lounge room" open and ushering everybody into it.
'Thanks', I said sarcastically as she smiled wider at me.
We had all taken the floo network to Diagon Alley, being it to hard to look after so many teenagers at once on a bus. It took a few minutes for all of us to gather ourselves before we headed further into the once place I had not seen in my life. I had always come to it during mid season when they're were hardly any students.
It being my first time among a large crowd, I had pleaded to be let loose by myself, promising to leave my purse with my mother, but she was hearing none of it.
'You need to buy a new wand, you're books, not to mention several other things', she had gasped, looking at me like I was incredibly stupid for even suggesting. But I had a plan up my sleeve.
'Well…' I started and she just glared at me, but I continued, 'how about if I take my school list, go to all the stores needed and place all the things needed on hold and when you go around with Fat cat and Percy's, you can pay for them?'
'Axel…' Mum had started, but my father interrupted with a smile.
'Go ahead and do that, honey', he smiled, handing me my list, 'we'll give you a buzz when we are finished'. He had pointed at his watch and I stared at mine.
My father was an inventor. He had somehow invented something that was worth while. My watch was a phone of sorts. It didn't play a ring tone out loud, instead it'd start vibrating for the first five seconds and if you don't get it then, music of your choice will begin to play in your head.
'Okay', I smiled, handing my purse over to my mother who couldn't figure out who she hated more right now, me for suggesting my little alone outing, or my father for agreeing to it?
I sighed, realising that I was no longer shopping for Durmstrung anymore; I was now shopping for Hogwarts. I saw several students around that I gathered was from Hogwarts, only because they had been talking about it.
Sighing softly to myself, I remembered my game plan. I already had come up with the game plan for the day, knowing full well that I was going to be let lose, and if I wasn't, I would slip away for awhile. My first stop…was Gringotts.
It took me nearly ten minutes to wind my way through everybody. I had stopped and talked to a few people from Durmstrung and met a few of there friends before politely leaving. I had other plans, and if I didn't honour them now, I would be dead.
'I was nearly leaving', a voice shouted from behind me. I sighed, knowing full well who it was and turned to face them.
'I'm sorry, Rach, I saw a few people I wouldn't see for awhile, I couldn't get away', I pleaded and she just smiled.
'You're forgiven', he smiled in return, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Rach was beautiful in her own right. There were people in the world prettier, but in this very alley, she seemed to be the prettiest.
Rachael consisted of the softest blonde hair that flowed down to just above her shoulder. She styled it in the only way she knew how; parted slightly to the side, her fringe sweeping across her face. She was wearing a rather worn Rolling stones shirt and her "fashionable" black skinny leg jeans with a pair of chucks. My old pair of chucks, might I add.
'Oh my, god', she sighed, looking me up and down. She never really approved of my "guy" like style, and usually took the time to comment dryly on it. 'Normally I'd let this slip, but it's your first time alone, so, you need help', she groaned as she took the last few steps towards me. 'Lets go and get our money then we'll figure out what next'.
We walked in and walked out with our wallets, sorry, my wallet, Rachael's purse slightly fuller then what they went in with.
'Ok', Rach muttered turning to me. She was really thinking about changing me.
'We are not, and I say this clearly…' I started, 'We', I paused, 'are not', I paused again, 'going into', I breathed in and breathed out, 'any clothes stores'.
'We are going to head to those toilets over there', Rachael continued as if I hadn't said anything, 'and we are seriously going to fix you up with these extra clothes I brought'.
'We are not going to go anywhere near those toilets unless it's to use them for what they're really for', I snapped at her, feeling rather uncomfortable all of a sudden.
'Oh, all right', Rachael sighed, caving, 'come on we'll go shopping for our school supplies drop them off with your parents then go guy shopping'.
'Rach', I groaned, knowing full well that the blonde beauty in front of me was not going to quit her ways no matter how much moaning and groaning I did.
It didn't take us long to buy our supplies, or in my case, place them on hold for when my parents dropped by, however Rachael felt the need to drop by my parent's anyway, probably to agree with my mother about how much she wished I would change my style.
'I know, I wish she'd wear a skirt', my mum would complain and Rachael would stand beside her nodding her head, agreeing whole heartedly. It was the same everytime.
'Ok, let's go', I snapped, ushering Rachael away from my parents and over to the side of a store window. 'Where are we going first?'
'How about we…' Rachael started but had looked away from the conversation and behind me. I turned around awkwardly to look at the guy that was obviously checking her out.
'Ok, Rach, I'm going to disa…', I tried, trying desperately to slip away before she got it into her head to go over there. Too late. Rachael grabbed my wrist and walked towards him.
'He's nice', she sighed, looking over at him as we made our way closer. 'We'll walk like we never saw them and then we'll ask them were an ice-cream parlour is, ok?' she planned.
'Okay, how about, no!' I said with a sarcastic smile, but she was having none of it and continued to drag me along. We walked down and stopped in front of the guy that had been staring at her.
'Hey', she muttered softly, smiling.
'Hey', said the guy checking her out. He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye and I immediately felt uncomfortable.
'Umm, I noticed you staring at me from way over there', she said as if what she was doing was an every day activity which everybody knew perfectly well, probably was. I sighed again, tugging on my arm, hoping Rachael had lost her attention to gripping my arm and let it loose, but she hadn't.
'Well', he paused slyly, smirking at her and I felt instantly sick. This was almost like watching you're parents have sex. It was absolutely and utterly disgusting. 'I wasn't staring at you'.
Rachael's grip loosened and I tried my hardest not to smirk. Rachael was my best friend and always would be, but to see her shot down was one of the most triumphant moments of my life. She never got shot down.
'Oh', she muttered before catching herself and acting like it didn't phase her, 'Do you know where the Ice cream parlour is then?'
'Just down the street a little, you see where the tables are with the umbrella's over-top, that's it', he laughed, and Rachael tugged on my arm to follow her. I sighed and tugged on my arm.
'I can walk by myself', I whispered seriously. This was beginning to get beyond a joke. Just because I wasn't the greatest looking, did not mean I was keen to be treated like a dog, lapping up the attention its owner gave it.
'Okay', she said slightly taken aback. 'I'll meet you down there, then?'
'Yeah, sure', I smiled softly as she looked back at the guy before walking passed him and down to the Ice-cream parlour.
'My names Draco', the guy stated out of nowhere, and I shook my head, coming back to reality.
'Axel', I muttered, shaking his protruding hand. 'Do you realise who you just said no to?'
'Your friend? Yeah, I know her, I grew up with her actually', he smiled and I just smiled and shook my head, knowing why he had said no.
'You guys planned this, didn't you?' I questioned, looking up at him.
'Not exactly, well, maybe a little, but I was actually…' he paused.
'Supposed to say yes, yeah, I kind of gathered that', I sighed, smirking softly. 'Hey, Draco is it?' I said with a smile.
'Yeah, Draco Malfoy', he stated with pride.
'Hey, Draco, do you want to come and get an ice-cream with me?' I smiled.
'Yeah, why not', he smirked, 'that would be nice'. I indicated for him to the lead the way, but he froze.
'What's up?' I questioned at the look of utter annoyance on his face.
'Give me five minutes', he muttered, jogging passed me.
'Draco, dear', a rather sour looking woman with long platinum blonde hair hissed at her son. Draco stopped dead in his tracks as he reached her.
'Mother', he stated icily, turning to face her. 'Are we not meeting at home?' he wasn't showing her any respect.
'Yes, but your father wanted me to remind that you need to pick up and pay for your gift', and she seemed to scoff slightly before she walked back in the direction she had come.
'Well, that was a lovely transaction', I muttered, staring from the elegant back of Draco's mother to Draco himself. He just sneered softly before whipping around and storming off in the direction we had been previously headed. 'Why in such a hurry?' I stammered I jogged awkwardly to catch up with him.
'Are we getting ice-cream or not?' he snapped. It was then he started to slow his pace and I was able to stop jogging. We walked the rest of the way in silence because I was a little worried to say something and he seemed too angry to say anything. It wasn't long between the times that we sat down to the time our ice-creams arrived. Draco seemed to put fear in just about everyone around him.
'So, I didn't catch your name?' he had calmed down some as he took a mouthful of his ice-cream.
'Are you kidding me?' I growled, sitting back in my chair to look at him. The first thing we had done once Rachael walked off was exchange the pleasantries. When he just continued to stare at me I shook my head and sighed. 'My names Axel Thunder…' I looked up at him angrily, but I didn't stay that way for long, I just burst out laughing. '…And you have chocolate everywhere'. I smirked as I grabbed a napkin and lent over to wipe his face.
'Oh', he muttered, seeming a little embarrassed as I continued to laugh.
'Its all good', I laughed softly sitting the napkin on the table and sitting back in my chair. There was something about him that made him so hard to resist. He seemed the complete opposite of the beauties you see the other girls with, but his face, it just… I don't know. It was mesmerising.
It didn't seem that long from the day that I said goodbye to Draco to the morning of my first day at Hogwarts. I was sitting by myself in a carriage towards the end of the Hogwarts Express. It had been quiet for hours, so quiet in fact that when some one opened the compartment door; I nearly jumped out of my skin. I held my head down looking at the magazine article I had been reading when I heard the familiar voice.
'Reading all ready? Looks like we know who too amuse ourselves with this year, boys', the voice seemed chuffed with themselves and I looked up slowly. It was Draco.
'Why, if it isn't the stormy, mysterious Draco I met at Diagon alley', I sighed, smirking softly before looking back to the magazine.
'What are you doing here…' he seemed a little moody, '…mud blood!'
'Excuse me?' I snapped, whipping my head up to stare at him. 'Who the hell do you think you are?'
'Get out of my compartment', he ordered and I just continued to stare at him as if he was nuts.
'Piss off', laughing, I turned back to my magazine, flicking through a few pages.
'Crabbe, Goyle,' he stated simply and I heard two pairs of footsteps make their way back down the train.
'Yes, Draco?' I yawned, not bothering to look up.
'Let's get this straight, I don't know you, you are the dirt beneath my feet, you are…nothing,' he hissed, standing just inside the door the whole time.
'Sit down, Draco, stop being a pussy', I flicked through another page of the magazine, yawning during the process.
'Why you aren't in your school uniform?' he grumbled, taking the seat closest to the door.
'I'm an exchange student, Dumbledore suggested that I not wear the robes till I make my decision', I groaned as I read the article about some bands that would be playing in the muggle world while I would be at school.
'Are you going to be sorted, or what?' he snapped.
'Yeah, but it won't be permanent until I wear the robes', I smirked up at him through my lashes before going back to the magazine.
'Why'd you transfer?' he seemed to be forcing his anger now.
'Why so interested?'
'Fuck this', he jumped up and exiting the compartment quickly, slamming the door behind him.
'What a baby', I mumbled, flicking to a new page.