Affaire De Coeur, Chapter ONE
Disclaimer: Consider this story disclaimed. I do not own anything of Harry Potter, the song Crazy Train, Or anything other than Aquila Malfoy. She's mine.
Affaire de Coeur : laws of attraction
Mental Wounds Still Screaming
Driving Me Insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train!
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train!
- Crazy Train, Ozzy Osbourne
Albus Potter breathed a sigh of relief as he saw, for once, since Lily's first year; they weren't incredibly late to platform 9 3/4.
He was starting his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Along with his best friends and cousins, Rose Weasley and Fred Weasley the Second.
Speaking of whom, were coming up to talk to him. Rosie's distinct red hair, which had stopped being bushy somewhere around third year and turned into loose natural waves, was like a beacon through the mist, while Fred's enormous frame, 6'7 and thick beater muscles, combined with his bronze hair and dark skin that made him appear very tan year round was a little hard to miss.
"Albie! Babay! I haven't seen you in forever!" Fred yelled, throwing himself at Albus.
"Rubbish, you saw me last night at Grandmum's for the farewell dinner." Al retorted, pushing his giant of a cousin off of him.
"Too many Bludgers to the head Al made him screwy. Short term memory loss, you know that..." as Rose went on with her lecture about the dangers of being a beater, and really just playing quidditch altogether, Fred nodding along like he cared.
Al had stopped listening because he had seen her.
Aquila Malfoy. Sweet, perfect, untouchable Aquila Malfoy.
Aquila had long wavy platinum blonde hair, which was always held back by some sort of black headband. Big, fat, thin, braided, adorned with some flower or jewel, plastic, metal or fabric, every time he saw her she had a black head band. Didn't matter if her hair was up or down, it was there.
She had other classic Malfoy features. Pointy chin, straight nose, high cheekbones, pale skin. But instead of the grey eyes that her father had, the bottle green, Greengrass eyes of her mother, or even the mixture her twin had, she had gotten the dark sapphire blue almond shaped eyes of the black family, courtesy of her grandmother Narcissa.
She was a Ravenclaw, unlike her twin brother Scorpius and the rest of her Slytherin family.
The Malfoy's, despite once being Death Eaters, had attempted to change. Draco Malfoy had become a successful business man, owning a broom design company, while Astoria Malfoy, née Greengrass, was a successful fashion designer.
Of course they were a very good looking family. Draco, as pale and pointy faced as ever, with his hair still blonde, was wearing a three piece black suit over a dark grey shirt.
Astoria was wearing a dark grey pinstriped skirt and matching vest, with a black button down shirt. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back into chignon and her green eyes were perfectly framed by stylish black glasses.
Scorpius was wear a black button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and dark grey dress pants. He was a copy of his father, excepting for his grey-green eyes instead of solid iron grey
Aquila was wearing a form fitting black slip dress, which Albus was happy to see brought attention to her slim figure which he loved to look at. She was wearing a dark navy blue cardigan with it, and high heeled Mary Janes to help with her tiny, 5'3 frame. Her black head band had a large black flower on the right side of it.
Looking at them made a very nice picture. A very frightening very nice picture, with all their matchy matchiness thought Al, but they certainly know how to look good.
"Albus Potter, would you stop drooling like a freak and come find a carriage with us? Today maybe?" Rose's voice knocked him out of his stupor and he shook his head.
Aquila made him do weird things. Like stare stupidly at the Malfoy family.
"Yeah I'm coming Rosie. Don't get you knickers in a knot."
Rose glared at al and stormed off, Fred and Al trailing behind her.
While an angry Rose might not be the most pleasant thing to deal with, it certainly assured them a compartment.
"Rosie, I knew there was a reason we kept you around." Fred said as he lay down on the floor of the compartment which just held the three of them, rose glaring at anyone daring to even think about joining them. "And it's not because of the comedic value of your rants and tiffs, it's because you are effective!"
To which Rose kicked him in the face.
While Fred rolled around in "agony" and Rose mocked him for being so "manly" Al chuckled at his crazy family. However they stopped when a knock sounded on the door.
Al couldn't believe it. Aquila was standing right there! Admittedly standing there looking like she was considering reporting them to the permanent spell damage ward at St. Mungos, but standing there nonetheless.
"Can we help you Malfoy?" Rose asked in an icy tone, while Fred glared at her as best he could, lying on the floor.
Maybe we should take the time to mention that none of his family knew about his infatuation with Aquila. Because if they did he would be dead. Because Malfoy's, Potter's and Weasley's do not mix. Ever.
"I just thought I would remind you and Potter that we have a prefects meeting in 10 minutes. It's part of my duties as head girl..." Aquila said with a smirk, knowing the fact that she got head girl and Rose didn't would make Rose angrier then a dragon on bath day.
Apparently they got very very touchy over baths. Uncle Charlie told him.
Rose, to her credit, showed no outward signs of anger. "We know. After all, Albus is head boy."
Oh yeah, that. That shiny badge that had arrived with quidditch captain, and made his grandmother cry tears of joy for three days and Rose not to talk to him for a week.
"Well then he better get to the heads compartment now, so we can go over things we need to discuss, then doesn't he." Aquila said raising an eyebrow at Al.
Sighing, he really didn't know how he was going to be head boy, he still wasn't sure how he made prefect, he stood up and grabbed his shoulder bag. Then it hit him.
Being head boy meant spending a lot of time with Aquila. They would get their own common room, somewhere in the seventh floor hallway between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers (so the letter he had gotten said, though it didn't mention who the head girl was!) to plan head stuff together like the bi-annual Easter ball.
The ball was open to fourth years and up, and happened every two years, which meant every year got two balls. The head boy and girl were expected to go together.
Jackpot! Thought Al. Then he realized that Aquila was staring at him like he was stupid because he had been standing there for about 3 minutes just staring into space, and he shook his head to clear it and followed her to the head compartment.
Once in the head compartment, he had no clue what he was supposed to do. Plan the train rotations I guess, then discuss other "head boy/girl" things.
"Right, Potter, I already did the train rotation while I was waiting for you to show up, and all the things we need to discuss with the prefects are written down. I think that we should start with doing the partnering for patrol during the school year, Gryffindors with Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws with Slytherins. That way there will be less conflict between the partners, do you agree?" Aquila asked him, titling her head to the side adorably. At least that's how Al saw it as.
"sounds good to me. Then should we discuss what you take points away for, and what you give detentions for?" Al replied, trying to show that he had some semblance of intelligence.
The rest of their short meeting with each other went like that, with Aquila doing most of the talking, and Al staring at her stupidly.
During the prefect meeting, he let Aquila do most of the talking; he figured that people would listen to her more than him. He would.
After the meeting, he went back to his compartment with Rose, as seventh year prefect and head boy they had last rotation as the last hour was when most of the train got rowdy, and needed more controlling.
"Finally! I've been dying of boredom!" Fred boomed as soon as they sat in the carriage. "Why do prefect meetings take so long?"
"They don't. And you wouldn't be bored if you actually had friends…" Rose said, smirking.
"Rosie, you know you don't know what you would do without me." Fred said, "Besides, no one else is as fun to rile up as you."
Al looked up, "so what's your excuse for sticking around me then?"
Fred shrugged, "I figure you really do need friends, cuz you're such a nerd!" He teased, grabbing Al in a headlock, and attempting to give him a noogie.
"Fredrick, Al's hair is bad enough without your assistance. Cease and desist, please and thank you." A voice said from the hall.
The threesome looked up, seeing it was only Lily in the hall and continued with their roughhousing. Rose, seeing as Fred's hands were occupied, was on his back, giving him a noogie as well.
Lily shook her head, and daintily stepped over them, situating herself by the window of the compartment.
The group broke up resuming their positions from the start of the trip, except instead of the window, Al now sat next to his sister, resting his feet on Fred's stomach.
"Rounds go alright there Lil?" Al asked, figuring he should check everything was okay.
Lily nodded yes. The 15 year old was gorgeous, being a blend of her parents perfectly.
She had long black hair, with a straight across fringe that was so long it covered her eyebrows. Instead of brown or green eyes, she had hazels, which were more green or brown depending on her mood. She was a Keeper on the quidditch team, and her best friend was her cousin Dominique. It sometimes seemed like all the Weasley's were each others best friends.
"Where's Nikki?" Rose questioned her younger cousin. "Usually we can't pry you apart."
"Hark who's talking, Ms. Attached at the Hip with these two idiots. She's patrolling, should be done soon."
Dominique, mostly called Nikki because she felt Dom too masculine, was a Ravenclaw unlike her mostly Gryffindor family. Her twin brother Louis had also broken the mold by being in Hufflepuff, with Molly, Percy's daughter.
She had silvery blonde hair like her mother, unlike the strawberry blonde of her sister, but she had inherited her grandmother's brown eyes. She was very pale, missing the freckles of her brother. She kept her hair short, just hitting her shoulders, and often had colorful streaks in it.
Unlike her family, she didn't play quidditch, preferring not to compete against anyone, but when she played with the family, she played beater with Fred.
"I'm done now actually!" A bright voice said from the doorway. "Roxy is looking for you, she thinks you accidentally switched trunks." Nikki told Fred, skipping the compartment. She was always cheerful, no matter what she had to do really.
"Why would she think that?" Fred questioned, sitting up and twisting to look at the trunk in question. "I'm positive I have my trunk, if I had hers it would be heavier."
"Well she told me she went looking for her homework to compare with her friends, and there was a lot of boy's underwear in there so…" Nikki shrugged, sitting down.
"Hmm. Maybe I do have her trunk. Oh well." Fred lay back down, relaxing.
"When she tries to kill you, don't come crying to us." Rose said, not looking up from the muggle crossword puzzle she was doing.
Roxanne's temper was not something to be joked about. It was infamous and scary. She was only 12, and tiny, only hitting Fred at about mid-chest, but it was well known in the Weasley family that Roxy could take down Uncle Charlie if she wanted to.
And Uncle Charlie was no Uncle Percy, believe you me. It took both Fred and Albus to get him to even falter.
The group traveled in companionable silence, until both Rose and Al looked at their watches, and stood up to do their patrol. Then the girls kicked out Fred, who was refusing to leave the compartment in fear of Roxy, so they could get changed.
Fred walking down the hall morosely, was left to confront his sister, in an effort to extricate his robes from her possession, and give her her own.
Rose and Al left for patrol, working together, Al slightly disappointed that he wasn't patrolling with Aquila, but figuring he would spend tons of time with her later.
They travelled to all the compartments, telling people to change into their robes, breaking up a few minor fights, and pranks. Then, finally, they felt the train slowing down, and shudder to a stop. They took position at the door, and opened when the conductor announced they had arrived at Hogsmeade Station.
Al stood at the station, supervising the carriages with the other seventh year prefects, and Aquila. Once all the students had boarded on they all got on one together.
By luck, or fate, Al had got the seat next Aquila, and spent the 10 minute ride to the castle enjoying her presence, and though he was loath to admit it, enjoying how good she smelled. Like citrus, and vanilla mixed together with the smell after the rain. He thought.
Then he shook his head because he felt like a psycho stalker, and spent the last 2 minutes of the ride making himself not think about her. He wasn't successful.
The Feast was delicious, Fred had saved them spots by the end of the table, near all the first years because Rose enjoyed informing of them of what they would learn, Fred enjoyed frightening them, and Al was Head Boy and was supposed to be the one they would turn too.
After watching Fred stuff more food in his face than Al though humanly possible, and McGonagall made her yearly announcements, including when and where to sign up for Quidditch trials, reminding Al of yet another thing he had to do. Maybe I can pawn this one off on Fred, he is co-captain. Al considered.
He lead the first years to bed, then exhausted, collapsed into his four poster bed, which coincidentally was the same one his father slept in for six years.
He dreamed of Aquila that night, just like always.