*Look to prologue for disclaimers and warnings.
Chapter One: Platform Nine and Three Quarters

At King's Cross Station, between platforms nine and ten, stood a lone, graceful figure, appearing very frustrated, and thus, one would think, not noticing the appreciative looks cast his way because of his radiant beauty. However, he was acutely aware of the lingering glances, and they served only to fuel his already rapidly increasing distress. A few of the more bold had begun to approach the captivating being, not all the advances friendly, so affected were they by the ethereal beauty possessed by the Elf, and he was beginning to panic.

Legolas Greenleaf was a young Elf, preparing to begin his fifth year education in magic, and was indeed a glorious sight to behold. He was of small and slender build, his thin frame disguising his strength. A rich mane of pale golden hair fell just past his shoulders to hide delicately pointed ears, and frame a beautifully sculpted face, with high cheekbones and full, rosy lips. Bright jade-green eyes fringed with long, black lashes gazed out of a soft, smooth-skinned visage. He wore tight-fitting, green leggings and a loose, white shirt that hung past his waist. He carried only a worn, brown rucksack and a ticket for the train leaving at eleven o'clock from platform nine and three quarters, which was the cause of his original distress.

For he had no idea how to get on to the platform.

Legolas had never studied magic at a school before; he'd been travelling with his beloved tutor, Gandalf the Grey, for the first four years of his education. However, Gandalf had informed him that he would no longer be his apprentice, but that he would return to Hogwarts to study magic under the watchful eye of his foster father, Albus Dumbledore.

It had been Dumbledore's request that Legolas return to Hogwarts, which had become his home when he was a mere babe, nearly fourteen years ago, when Dumbledore had taken him in after the death of his parents. The young Wizard, though grieved at parting ways with his mentor, was ecstatic that he'd finally be returning home, after several years of separation from his foster father.

However, he had not been told why. Legolas had assumed that Dumbledore craved his company once more, but truly, he did not consider that to be enough reason, as it had been the Headmaster's idea for him to travel with Gandalf in the first place. It had been Dumbledore's belief that Gandalf was the one most qualified to instruct Legolas in the ways of his people- the Elves- and to teach him the history of his race, as well as educate the young Elf in the art of magic.

Therefore, there had to be some sort of unknown explanation behind the actions of his foster father, and the possibilities intrigued the golden beauty to no end, so that he anxiously awaited his return home.

And thus returned the problem of the platform.

Theoretically, the platform should not have been a problem, considering Legolas had spent the majority of his life at Hogwarts. However, he had never travelled there by train, and consequently had no clue how to reach the platform. In addition, Gandalf had not seen it fit to enlighten him on the fact that the platform was hidden. The old Wizard had, after informing him of their parting, simply handed Legolas his ticket, embraced him tightly, and disappeared within the blink of an eye, leaving the young Elf stranded at the train station.

And said Elf was quickly losing patience with the situation, prepared to simply ask anyone he thought to be of magical origin about the platform, when a young man, approximately Legolas' age, appeared in front of him.

Caught by surprise, Legolas quickly schooled his face to a mask of impassiveness, and studied the newcomer.

He was skinny and tall, towering over the slight Elf, with platinum-blonde hair slicked back with oil, malicious black eyes, and a feral grin on his pointed face.

"Well, well, well..." he drawled, "what do we have here?"

His voice was low, laced with arrogance and superiority, and Legolas decided immediately it was a voice he disliked.

"He's very pretty..." remarked the stranger offhandedly to his two bulky companions, whose presence Legolas had failed to notice beforehand. He discovered, however, that after having noticed the massive beings, they were impossible to ignore, particularly as they were now on either side of him, blocking any possible escape route.

The lovely Elf's attention was once again drawn to the unpleasant stranger as he stalked confidently forward, to stop directly in front of the angelic being. Legolas studied him warily, not trusting the savage gleam in the dark eyes as they roamed freely over the elegant curves of his figure. He felt suddenly intensely uneasy in the company of this young man, yet as he spun around to flee, he found his flight obstructed by the two giant minions of the blonde boy.

Legolas sighed heavily in frustration, yet just as he was about to force his way through the barricade of bodies, he felt a body mould itself to his back, and he caught his breath as thin lips were pressed against his neck.

"Now, now, you don't want to leave just yet, now do you, Beautiful? Not before we have our fun...?" the nameless boy murmured, his wiry arms sliding down shapely hips, before wrapping themselves around the slim waist possessively.

Emerald eyes widened in disbelief, then darkened in outrage. How dare this loathsome creature touch him in such a way! He wished for nothing more than to give the foolish young man a good thrashing, but that, unfortunately, was not an alternative, as they were in an open space, in plain view of all. It would simply cause a scene, which was entirely pointless, and even less desirable, as consequently, the situation would be blown entirely out of proportion, and he would never make it onto the platform, and to Hogwarts, on time. It was a risk he refused to take, for missing the train was an embarrassment he would never live down, particularly since he always insisted on the extent of his independence and capability to both his foster father and mentor.

Thus, he would simply have to deal with the bothersome boy himself, though truthfully, it was in a manner he'd rather forgo, as there were several possible turnouts, some not preferable.

Legolas pressed himself flush against the young man behind him, repressing a shudder when he felt the stranger's growing arousal, but quickly composing himself as he tugged the wretched blonde's head down to a level where he was able to whisper to him clearly. Petal soft lips brushed the stranger's ear as Legolas murmured into it.

"Let go of me."

The Elf's flowing voice was firm and steady, allowing no room for argument, but the order seemed only to infuriate the blonde stranger, causing him to spin the lithe form around and grip him tightly, as he hissing angrily.

"I think not. You have no say here; thus your words matter not. I've been watching since you arrived, and I have a burning desire to possess you. And now that the opportunity to do so has arisen, I would be a fool to let it slip, no?" He shook his head lightly, his haughtiness returning as he looked upon the stunning creature in his arms, and added smugly, "You're powerless to stop me."

The striking Elf's eyes burned with fury, as he retorted hotly.

"Really? You think me powerless? If you truly believe that, then you are even more of a fool than I had originally thought you to be. Your ignorant words will be your downfall, you insolent pig."

Dark eyes flashed briefly before the stranger's notorious smirk once again graced the pointed features, and he questioned mockingly, "Truly? Well, I think you bluff-."

"I don't"

The young man, annoyed, glared angrily at the exquisite beauty before him, who met his gaze unflinchingly. The stranger's dark eyes narrowed marginally before his face twisted into a sneer and he made a laughing declaration.

"Well then, Beautiful, you'll simply have to prove it to me. Make me sorry for my ignorant words, as you would call them. I dare you."

Legolas smiled sweetly and in a sugar-coated voice, said, "You would do well to take back your words, Stranger, for I never back down from a challenge." His voice hardened "And that is not good news for you, I assure you. You wouldn't stand a chance against me. Simply leave me alone, and I'll not have to hurt you, though I should dearly like to."

The nameless boy's eyes roamed hungrily along the contours of the Elf's countenance, stopping to rest on the bright eyes, and he growled, "No. Not while I remain unfulfilled." He paused a moment to lick along the elegant curve of the Elf's throat, and grinned wickedly at the golden beauty's sound of disgust. However, just as he was about to continue with his ranting, blinding pain shot through him, and he groaned at the agony originating from his groin, where Legolas had kneed him.

"I warned you, but you wouldn't listen. You truly have no one to blame but yourself." Lectured the Elf, moving quickly out of the arms that, but moments before, had encircled him, hindering any movement.

The blonde stranger looked up from his position - doubled over in pain - and, his face contorted with rage, declared fiercely, "You will regret that...no one treats Draco Malfoy that way!"

And so said, the newly revealed Draco Malfoy signalled to his two giant lackeys, who thus far had refrained from interfering, to take hold of the slim Elf, who silently berated himself for forgetting their presence.

Legolas backed away from the massive young Men, but they grabbed him roughly and forced him into a corner, out of view of the rest of the station, who had remained oblivious to the entire scene, as was Legolas' intent. Truthfully, he was beginning to regret his decision to keep the situation discreet, though he refused to show it, instead squaring his shoulders, and lifting his chin in preparation for a fight he knew he could not win.

The Elf could most definitely have taken on any three of them separately, or perhaps even two at once, but he was aware that he stood no chance against all three of them, who were presently advancing menacingly towards him as one. However, Legolas would not back down; his pride would not stand for it, and so he would fight.

Yet they did not attack him with fists; the two enormous beings held the young Elf's arms behind his back and pulled his head taut by yanking insistently on his hair, while Malfoy paced confidently in front of him, waiting patiently while the Elf struggled. The golden beauty's efforts were in vain, however, only earning him a bruised jaw and a pounding headache, and eventually he went still, watching the pale-haired boy suspiciously, as he stalked forward to stare intently at him.

"Will you yield?" he asked, voice dripping with anticipation.

"No."

A simple answer, one that enraged Malfoy to no end, and he responded with malice.

"You will."

Legolas only bared his teeth in response, a demonstration of his ever-present defiance.

The young Man's eyes darkened with desire, and he moved forward to press his body against the slim figure of the Elf, who was taut with tension, and he bent his head to ground his lips against the soft ones of the radiant being before him. The platinum-haired boy moaned in approval, and attempted to gain entrance to the Elf's mouth by shoving his tongue savagely against his teeth. Legolas, who had gone stiff with shock, came out of his immobile state with a jerk. He wrenched his head free, causing strands of the silken mane to rip from his scalp, and before Malfoy could register the movement, spun his head back around to spit in his face.

Malfoy's face registered shock, then anger and he raised a hand to strike the angelic being, but to the surprise of both Man and Elf, his hand was restrained by another, and a powerful voice rang out.

"Leave him alone, Malfoy."

Astonishment crossed both their faces, before Legolas' lit up with relief, and Malfoy's darkened with ire. He spun to face the newcomer, a sneer visible on the pale, pointed features.