Life was so simple before she stepped in to his life. Like a train hitting him, he was swept off of his feet. He was disgusted at how far he had fallen and that he had fallen in love with her.
Annette was the twin sister of Ronald Weasley and the star chaser on the Gryffindor quidditch team. Nicknamed the "Princess of Gryffindor", her long ravishing crimson hair flowed around her freckled face in slight curls as her bright emerald eyes danced in joy every time he saw her. Not at him of course but at her friends. She hated him. He had hated her to begin with until this year when she became a beautiful young woman of 15. Her curves were set perfectly and her voice was like that of an angel's...hell she was an angel to him. He was Draco Malfoy, the handsome Seeker of the Slytherin quidditch team. Nicknamed the Prince of Slytherin, he could have any girl in the school if he chose...except Annette Weasley. It would've been perfect. The Princess of Gryffindor and the Prince of Slytherin together...but it was not meant to be. His family hated her family and her family hated his family. That was that...or was it?
"Annie! Annie! Come on! We're going to be late!" Ron banged on his sister's door until Annette came up behind him, eating a pumpkin tart.
"Late for what?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side. He jumped when he heard her voice behind him and he glared at her.
"Mum knew you were up didn't she?" He grumbled as she smiled, nodding.
"Yep. I made breakfast. Why?" She giggled as her older twin brother glared at her.
"Ugh…I hate you…" He muttered and she merely smiled at him.
"Oh poor Ronnie-kins!" She giggled and he waved his hand in her face as their roommate came out the room, groggily rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning Harry!" Annette chirped, happily as she pulled from behind her back another pumpkin tart and handed it to the still half-asleep boy.
"Happy birthday, my groggilicious friend!" She piped as her brother raised an eyebrow.
"Groggilicious isn't a word!" He accused and she shrugged her shoulders.
"So?" Ron groaned as he slapped in his forehead in frustration.
***
"Weasley. Potter." Draco Malfoy sneered as he saw the two boys on the train. His sneer however faded as Annette appeared, smiling, behind them.
"Hey! Come on guys! This cage is heavy!" She whined until she looked up from poking at Pig to see what was blocking their way.
"Oh…hey Malfoy. Your fat head's blocking the aisle, just in case you were wondering." She smirked as her brother and his best friend burst out in laughter at her wisecrack.
"Weasley?" He asked in shock and Annette smirked.
"The one and only of eight. Now are you going to move or not, fat head? We'd like to find some seats, you know." Draco stepped out of the young red-head's way as Ron and Harry stared at him in shock. He glared at them before forcing his way by them as they followed Annette further down until they found the person they were looking for.
"Hey Herms!"
Draco sat down heavily on the seat next to Pansy Parkinson, still in shock. Annette Weasley had changed dramatically over the summer. Her hair had grown out and the curls he had once so viciously teased her for had turned into locks of fire. Her freckles almost seemingly disappeared with her new tawny skin tone and her green eyes were now emerald, a color Draco deeply admired. Her lanky body had evened out and she had grown curves in all the right places. Her voice had changed as well. It was no longer high-pitched, more soft and angelic. He could see now why she laid claim to the name Princess of Gryffindor and why so many boys fought over the right to claim her.
Annette had been caught off guard by Draco Malfoy. No longer did he look like the weasel she had longed to turn him into. Now he looked more masculine. His hair she'd noticed was no longer slicked back and hung loosely around his square, rugged features. She had never noticed his hair color until today and now that she had, she liked it. Golden layers of white-blond went with his tawny skin and she could see beneath the shirt he was wearing that he had muscles to coincide with his rigorous quidditch practice. His eyes had taken on a smoky grey, a feature she'd never noticed before. Suddenly she found herself understanding why he was the Prince of Slytherin and why so many girls fought to claim him as theirs.
"Annie? Annie, you listening to us?" Ron asked as Annette stared out of the window at the passing scenery. She turned to them and shook her head, unabashed about her actions.
"Nope, sorry. I was thinking about something." She apologized and Hermione smiled.
"It's alright. We're all preoccupied. We were discussing the possible outcomes of the new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor."
"Umbridge. Dolores Umbridge."
"Why her?" Hermione asked as Annette shrugged her shoulders.
"Just a feeling I'm getting, a bad feeling. She works for the ministry and takes pride in being the Minister's lanky." She explained as she climbed to her feet.
"I'm hungry. Want anything?" She asked her friends and Ron nodded his head.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know just what you want. I'll be back in a bit." She said before she exited the compartment and walked down the aisle in search of snack trolley.
Draco sat staring out into the sleeting rain and sighed as his mind returned to Annette Weasley. Just as he thought of her, he saw her form pass his compartment, alone. He jumped up and quickly explained to his friends he was going to get something from the snack trolley. They all accepted his excuse and he slid out into the aisle, stealthily following his prey. He nodded at the waving Slytherins and he noted how graceful her gait was as she walked and waved at her fellow housemates.
"Hi, Neville! How's Trevor?" She asked, friendly as always. He heard the Gryffindor's stuttered reply and her soft laughter before she continued on her way to the food trolley. He finally caught up to her at an empty compartment and he pulled her into it, shocking her.
"Malfoy? Bloody hell! What do you want, eh?" She demanded as he shut the compartment door and turned to her sneering.
"Shut up, Weasley, before someone hears you!" He spoke coldly and she crossed her arms across her chest but closed her mouth as he asked. She studied him as he closed the curtains so no one would see them and she put herself into defense mode before he sighed and sat down, running his hand though his hair.
"Sit."
"I like standing, thanks." He shook his head and pulled out his wand, laying it on the seat across from him.
"See? No weapon. Sit." She contemplated before sighing and sitting across from him. She eyed him with suspicion and he watched her leeringly.
"Ok Malfoy, what do you want?" Annette asked impatiently and he shrugged.
"To enjoy your company." She raised an eyebrow at his answer and shook her head.
"You have officially gone off your rocker, fat head. So sod off." She went to stand only this time he stopped her and pushed her back down onto the seat, leaning over her. Her scent invaded his senses and he felt something in him grow as she stared at him with wide eyes.
Jasmine and honeysuckle, he thought as continued to take it in. She made him feel, for the first time, like a man.
His heat was overpowering along with his musky wooden smell. He smelled like a man and it caused the woman in her to go into overdrive as she stared at his tawny chest in awe. Tiny, curly white-blonde hair peeked from beneath his shirt and she felt a desire to run her fingers through them. Her emotions rioted against her because she didn't know whether to be frightened, aroused or both. He pulled away slightly and bent his face down in front of hers and she was caught mid-breath by the beauty of his eyes up close. His lips tempted her in the most powerful ways as he came closer and closer and…
"Where is that girl? We send her for snacks and she disappears on us!" Ron whined outside the compartment door and Annette froze underneath Draco's heated breath.
"Maybe she went to bathroom?" Hermione offered and Ron cursed before their voices faded away, leaving them alone again. Just as Annette sighed a breath of relief, Draco pulled away, grabbed his wand and left without a word as she sat there frozen. She cursed under her breath before she stood and went to the snack trolley, grabbing what she had been sent to get and made her way back to her compartment without one sighting of Draco Malfoy.
It was as if when her brother had spoken, he had remembered who she was and who he was yet, he wanted her with a passion that was unlike him. None of his friends questioned his empty handed return and he returned to staring out at the gray, darkening scenery. Annette had passed a few moments ago and he held his breath as if he thought her scent could reach him through doors and he was right. Her heavenly scent triggered some many reactions in his body he lost count and so many he had no reprieve for.
Damn you, Weasley. Damn you and your nasty Gryffindor ways. He muttered inwardly as his mind once again thought of the passion he had seen hidden in her eyes. He wanted to be the one to taste it, savor it, and cherish it yet he never would be. He was surprised he actually got away with what he did without her punching him and kneeing him in the groin.
Annette growled at her outrageous hormones as they ravaged at her insides and caused her to have all kinds of funny feelings every time she thought of Draco.
Stupid Slytherin. Always managing to fuck with me even without trying! Damn you, Malfoy. Damn you and your sneaky Slytherin ways. She thought as Ron grumbled something incoherent with pieces of chocolate frogs flying out of his mouth and Hermione scolded him for it. Harry, like Annette, was silent as this took place and Hermione looked at Annette worriedly.
"Is something bothering you, Annie?" She asked in a motherly tone and Annette shook herself out a angry self-pity stupor before turning to her friends and older brother with a smile.
"Huh? Oh! No, I'm fine! I promise! I was just trying to remember if I did that Potions essay we were assigned! That's all!" Harry and Hermione bought the excuse but Ron didn't. The reason was he knew she had done all of her homework their first week home. He remembered because his mother had chastised him for not doing the same. He shrugged it off, knowing he'd find out sooner or later. Annette then decided to join in their conversation, causing no more worry for her friends.
