AN::: So, for those who have already read chapter one, I decided that it was in fact obnoxiously short and lengthened it a titch. Hope it isn't an inconvenience! :)
Never has been mine never will be mine. That is, JKR's stuff. But we all know this. :D
She curled up on the train happy to be alone. She didn't want to face those looks any longer. The pitying ones that said, "Poor girl, she'll break any day now." What did they know? How dare they think she wanted to go crawling back to him? How dare they think she even wanted him to come crawling back to her? She scoffed to herself and smiled at the thought of not having to suffer them this year. She was going to school even if her "best friends" didn't give a rat's arse and she was going to enjoy it one way or another.
Even though the past summer had started lovely, she tried to avoid thinking of any portion of it for fear of dredging up the horrid memories. The girl closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear it of those thoughts. She looked out the window at the passing scenery and sighed. It wouldn't be long now. Soon she'd be home.
The compartment door opened with a snick, jerking her from her thoughts. Her head popped up sharply to see a broad chest covered in a light black linen shirt that looked silky soft to the touch. Slowly her gaze wandered down his body, the coal buttons leading her gaze to his pants, a pair of stonewashed blue jeans fitted in the hips and thighs, looser in the calves. On his feet was a pair of black combat boots covered by his pants for the most part. She only knew this because she herself wore a pair.
Her gaze flitted back up pausing only a moment to look at his belt buckle before taking in his softly muscled neck and strong jaw. Next, his slightly pointed chin and thin yet soft looking lips set in a hard line. His nose structured perfectly, aristocratically, gently tapered at the tip. Almost feminine for a man, but not taking away from his somewhat high cheekbones and steely grey molten eyes lightly fringed with pale lashes. Those eyes, they were so familiar, so dark, so shuttered. Perfectly groomed blonde brows rested above his slightly narrowed almond shaped orbs. Fringe brushed them slightly. White blonde fringe completed with a head of perfectly frosty unkempt hair that brushed his collar in the back. Her eyes widened in horror-shock.
His summer hadn't been fantastic exactly, but at least he wasn't imprisoned. Well, in a way he wasn't. I guess being under house arrest can't be considered imprisoned, but it's not exactly freedom. He had gotten off easy and he knew it. So did his mother, that's why she didn't say a damn thing about the sentencing. If anyone reported them saying discriminating things against muggle-born, being aggressive towards muggle-borns, or just not conforming to the new norm and causing general upheaval, they were screwed. And not in a good way.
At least they were getting a second chance and not the shit end of the stick; he tried to tell his mother. She, of course, had scoffed at his announcement and acted as if an injustice had been committed. He didn't think she would ever truly come around and could only hope she would keep within the new regulations thrust upon them. The rules didn't bother him though, he had been thinking that way for a few years, even if he hadn't acted accordingly.
When he had boarded the train alone, he prayed this year would be better. He prayed for a quiet, peaceful, stress-free year. If only dreams came true. Compartment after compartment was full of people he didn't want to face yet, people who hated him for his father's crimes and for his own 'involvement.' He came upon the last on the train and saw only one silhouette in it. It looked like a giant lump taking up an entire side, but at least it was only one person. Perhaps they were asleep and would stay that way throughout the ride. After taking a few deep, hopeful breaths, he slid the compartment door open.
A moment later the lump's head shot up. Wavy hair cascaded down one side of her face to her chest while on the other side was a bit more like she had been standing in wind-swept fields, tangled and sticking in every which way. The color reminded him of mahogany; dark, rich, and beautiful. As the light filtered through the windows and over it though, he saw shades of cherry and flame dance through the strands. Her narrow shoulders were visible through a white lace long sleeve shirt that went almost to her throat. Under it was a dark purple cotton sleeveless shirt that scooped down to show a touch of cleavage under the lace. His eyes traveled lower and saw a bit of her lace covered midriff before her hip huggers came into view. They were grey jean material that fitted her slender hips and curvy thighs before loosening at the knee to cover a pair of black combat boots.
He took in her body once again as his eyes traveled up to her slender neck and pointed heart-shaped face. She had full pink lips in a slight frown and a narrow button nose. Her cheeks were full with lightly defined cheekbones leading to almond-shaped eyes the color of warm honey and whiskey fringed with long thick lashes. Familiar eyes that looked him over as well. Her brows were arched just so and accentuated her cheeks and long lashes. He looked at her eyes again. Shit.
AN the second::: Well, let me know what you might be thinking, negs, pos, in between? Hmm...I am in fact working on the second chapter, just a bit distracted by reading other's fanfics. Procrastination thy name be shaddow. Oh woe be to me! ;)