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There are two of us, and we have always loved the Harry Potter universe, and Adele has been a character we have long pondered upon writing a fanfiction on.
We'd love to hear what you guys think about our story, and Adele may seem like a bit of a Mary Sue at first, but it gets better we promise!
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CHAPTER ONE
ADELE P.O.V.
"EW" I squeaked covering my eyes with my hands. "Ew, ew, ew, ew"
I could hear some shuffling and a disgruntled gasp. "Della!" I heard someone proclaim.
"Is it safe yet?"
"Quite" said the amused voice. I peaked from behind my hands just to make sure and my disgusted gaze connected with steel grey eyes.
"I though we talked about this. No tongue hockey on the train." I said glaring at Draco and then at Pansy who happened to be draped over him.
I mean I got kissing. I got kissing with people. I got Draco kissing people- I mean he was the equivalent to the sex god of Hogwarts and being his best friend I'm used to his antics. What I did not get was Draco kissing Pugface on a regular basis. In public. Like that.
That stuff should be illegal.
But then again, Draco had been dropped on his head when he was a child- it could've caused a permanent mental imbalance.
And my twin chose that precise moment to stroll into the cabin- me standing in the doorway to our train compartment and Pansy clinging, strategically glaring daggers at me, to Draco like a while he just looked extremely amused at my disgust.
"Ahhh" said Blaise coming up behind me. "Again? Seems like you've had an early start this year"
I glared at him as he moved past me to get into the compartment while I stubbornly stood in the doorway. He grinned at Draco as he threw himself in the opposite seat and Draco winked.
What about this was funny? This was scarring.
Draco just sat there grinning from ear to ear at Blaise with that smug look on his face. I would've slapped him but I didn't want to contaminate myself with Parkinson's germs.
Blaise sighed when he saw that I wasn't making a move to sit down. "Adele" he said.
"No" I said "Nope. Absolutely not" I said stubbornly. "I agreed to sitting with her, not to witnessing a porn film next to me 24/7. I will tolerate her presence but beyond that I'm not doing anything"
"Dracoooo" the little monster whined.
Lovely. I should've known she wouldn't have kept quiet for long.
"Can't she leave?" Parkinson sneered. "I don't see why she has to sit-"
"Pansy" Draco said sharply. "Didn't I tell you-" he broke off as the train made a violent lurch forward and losing my footing, I stumbled. He shot forward, unceremoniously dumping Pansy on the floor as his arms came around my waist, steadying me. Sometimes I forgot how fast he was; he had the ability to move like lightening- I guess his being the Slytherin Seeker had a role to play in that. I looked at him gratefully and he gave me one of his rare, genuine smiles. I don't even think anyone other than the two of us had ever even seen him smile properly and though my feelings for him were and would always be strictly platonic, Draco Malfoy smiling was breathtaking.
"Thank you"
"For what?" he whispered in my ear "Dropping Parkinson or catching you?"
"I would gladly fall a million times if it meant I got to saw Pugface like that" And we both grinned as I glanced at Pansy. Her expression nearly made me laugh out loud and then she shrieked and all desire to do so evaporated.
"Ow!" Pugface said I closed my eyes praying for tolerance and he rolled his eyes in irritation.
"Are you alright?" he asked me instead, completely ignoring her.
"Fine" I said.
I hadn't realized till that point that I had knotted my hands in his robes but from the way Pansy's cheeks were flushed red and she was staring at us, I wasn't moving them anytime soon. Catching my hand in an iron like hold he walked the two steps with me and ensured I sat down properly before sitting down himself- he really had no trust in me. I wasn't that much of a klutz- on my better days I could even go without banging into a door. Stubbed toes was a different matter, I always ended up doing that. Parkinson continued to stare at us, her mouth slightly agape.
"Really Pansy you should consider getting off the floor." drawled Draco.
"Do you want a hand?" my twin offered.
It was kind of pathetic the way that Pugface's eyes welled up immediately as she gazed at Draco silently pleading him to care. She blatantly hero worshipped him and he couldn't have cared less. He only went after her because she was easy and available and he was just too lazy to go talk to another girl. By the end of week he would've moved onto one of the million girls who routinely threw themselves his way and no matter how much I hated her a part of me felt sorry for that.
That was the thing about him- he never ran after girls, they always ran after him.
Blaise sighed and extended his hand. "Pansy you might-"
But Pansy totally ignored him in the process of getting up, giving one last tearful look to Draco and flouncing out of the Compartment. She did pause to shoot me a venomous look at the door though before disappearing into the doorway to bitch about me to anyone who'd listen.
The hatred came back full force.
"Hey, look at this" Draco said leaning in towards me extending the most recent copy of The Quibbler.
Okay so just because he'd been nice enough to save me from falling on my ass did not mean I was still not irritated at the git.
"Don't touch me" I said sharply. "I don't know where those hands have been"
"Really?" he said raising his eyebrow. "I thought from the expression on your face it was pretty clear that my hand was on her-"
"Shut up!" I said and he and Blaise burst out laughing. "Why?" I seethed. "Why do you insist on doing this?" I demanded looking at Draco.
"Your face…" Blaise echoed and the laugher started afresh. I grabbed the cope of The Quibbler and hurled it at Blaise and they laughed harder.
Sometimes I felt like he just did it to irritate me. Not because Pansy was desperate or because he was lazy but because I hated her.
"Could you at least try-" I began "-to keep it in your pants?" I asked Draco. "I mean at least till we reach Hogwarts? Then you can pick any one else or even her I'll tolerate. Just please don't make it the first thing I see when I come back- what a terrible start to what's supposed to be a good year"
He sighed. "Fine. I promise. No more Pansy on the train. There happy? Now would you quit whining?"
"Depends" I said giving him a sideways look. "Do you promise no more Pansy for at least week?"
He opened his mouth to say something but I gave him a stubborn look before he could even do that and he sighed. "Fine. No Pansy for a week" and my face lit up in an immediate grin.
"We pamper her too much" Blaise muttered to Draco.
"Who knew she'd become so demanding" Draco muttered back in agreement.
I opened my mouth to protest. "Excuse me-" I started out indignantly intending to remind them how many times my docile nature had pulled them out of hairy situations.
"Let's not have this conversation" Blaise said hastily. "She might just ask for our ear next."
"Ha. Ha. Funny" I said but I grinned none the less. I knew they made more concessions for me than they did for anybody else just like they knew that half of whatever they did was to tease me.
I loved my brother and best friend more than anything, though have fun trying to get me to admit that in front of them. Blaise had been my pillar of strength ever since I could remember. We entered this world together, well I was first obviously, but Blaise had always been the Golden child, to our mother anyway. My mother and I never had maintained a healthy relationship, but it had gotten worse after she left my dad, she hopped from man to man like a flea. The only reason I didn't pack up and leave was Blaise. We looked nothing alike, although we were twins. With his olive skin, ebony hair and chocolate eyes, he was the splitting image of our mother. On the other hand, I had dark, wavy red hair (I said dark red, not carrot colour like the pathetic Weasleys), skin the colour of cream, and midnight blue eyes. I hated the fact that people often took a double take when they found out that Blaise and I were related. He was my baby brother, and it was Blaise and Adele forever. Until, of course I met the Draco Malfoy.
At first, I hated his guts. He was an arrogant prick, and I wanted to kill him. We hated each other for quite some time till our second year, when we realised it was more fun hating other people together. Since then, the three of us have become inseparable. Draco was always there, fiercely protective of me. We knew each other better than we knew ourselves. And that's where we are now, three idiots, on our way to lunacy, but making that journey together.
"So how was France?" Blaise asked Draco.
"The usual" he said "How was living with husband number nine?"
Blaise glowered. Draco knew enough to shut up.
"I'm going out for some air" proclaimed Blaise, his face green. Poor child, train rides never really agreed with him.
I knew I didn't want to spoil my train journey to Hogwarts with talk of that despicably rotund man my mother had picked up from Knockturn Alley, and I was quite certain that Draco's next words were going to be about said horror, so I decided have a little fun with my wand.
"Wheeee!" The look on Draco's face was priceless.
"You should really try this sometime you know, it's very calming," I suggested sagely, twirling my wand around my fingers.
Draco looked quite horrified at the thought and I giggled. Sparks flew out of the wand and unfortunately dyed Draco's hair a rather unflattering pink.
Oops. I decided to put my wand away before it caused any further damage, just in time from Blaise's timely return from the bathroom.
Brother dear, being the incredibly intelligent individual that he was decided to sit down and take a sip of water before observing Draco's makeover. Water sprayed out from his mouth like it would from the spout of a blue whale, and Draco and I managed to get severely drenched. Really, I had to speak with the boy about the volume of water he could store in his mouth. It was unhealthy.
"You…you," it seemed like Blaise could only gasp and gape like a goldfish. Sadly, he managed to get two more words out, "Your…hair?"
Draco immediately shrieked like a fangirl and glanced at his reflection in the window beside us.
It took a second for his expression to change from shock to murderous. He turned around slowly to look around and throttle me, but I was clever enough to jump up and run out of the compartment, fearing for my life.
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