**I figured I should update before Brad and Michelle kill me.
Chapter 10 - Perfect Timing
Ada read through the steps a third time and stuffed her notebook under her mattress. She drew her bed curtains and positioned herself comfortably on her side. She slowly slipped into a dream-like trance. At first she struggled to coax Malfoy asleep but he finally gave in. All at once, a vivid picture appeared in Ada's mind. It was a large bedroom. Whoever lived there was rich. Very rich. The posh king size four poster bed held no less than twenty plush pillows. Ada felt lush carpet beneath her feet. She turned to see an exquisite dresser with a shiny finish to match the black satin of the bedding. On the chair next to it, there was a Slytherin house robe. Ada concluded that she was in Malfoy's room.
"Not bad. I wouldn't mind living here. If only Draco didn't," she said to herself, looking around, taking everything in.
"Why do you do that?"
Ada whirled around, startled, to see Malfoy in the doorway. "Do what?" she asked.
"Call me Draco."
"Well...it is your name..."
"But people usually call me 'Malfoy'. People you dislike me, anyhow. You even call me Draco in your notebook."
"So. What does that have to do with anything? You have a name, so that's what I call you. That would be like calling Oliver, 'Wood'."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh would it? So, you're comparing me to your little boyfriend, aye?" He walked to his bed and sat down.
Ada's face got pink and she turned her back on Malfoy, quickly. "He's not my boyfriend. Look...I came to ask you some things."
"Go ahead then."
Ada faced him again. "Why did you kiss me?"
Malfoy's smirk grew. "You choose that question first?"
"That was the most disturbing thing of my dream, yes," Ada said, frowning.
"It would help you to know other answers first."
"Fine. Why did you go into my dream?"
"Same reason you're here. To talk."
"Have you read my notebook?"
"Most of it."
"Why?"
"Well, we were only kids so I didn't get to know you. I read it for that reason."
"What did you--" Ada paused as she caught what he said, "Huh?"
"I told you. We knew each other in childhood. We were separated and I completely forgot about you until you punched me. But that goes into something different all together."
"I only met you in my third year at Hogwarts. I didn't know you before then."
"As far as you can remember. You were memory wiped. But not in the typical way. You were meant to forget things for some odd number of years and then your memories would return at the most convenient time."
"How?"
"Me. This dream communication helps out a bit as well. Although, it's rather tiring. Especially if we both have free will."
Ada huffed and rolled her eyes. "Why do you need free will? I'm not gonna do anything to you. I only came to ask questions."
"Oh, I know you have no intention of anything but questions." He stood.
"Don't touch me, Draco."
"You know, after all of it happened, I was allowed to spy on you ever so often. After a few years, I was denied that opportunity. It's probable to think I was memory wiped too. Not as much, obviously. Just somewhat so I wouldn't remember anything unless I came in contact with you. Interesting little charm, I daresay." He walked toward Ada and began to circle her slowly. "Now," he whispered, "back to your first question. Why I kissed you."
His hand ran up her back, making her shiver. He placed his hand on her shoulder and brushed her hair away from her neck with his other hand. Ada felt his face getting closer. She quickly turned.
"Goodbye, Draco."
Before he could grab her arm, Ada forced her eyes open. She sat up in her bed.
"Fuck, that was close." She breathed in deeply and heavily. Her heart was beating fast. "I should tell Emily what happened." She removed her notebook to record her experience before finding Emily, but when she opened her notebook, the pages fell open to writing in someone else's hand. There was a charm resting in the middle. Ada picked it up. It felt so familiar to the touch but she couldn't place it. She read the writing.
The answers to even more questions are with this charm. Wear it on your ankle and visit me everyday in my dreams. --Draco
Ada thought for a moment. She then dug through her nightstand drawer until she found a short chain. She ran it through the charm and tired it around her ankle. The moment the cool pewter of the owl charm hit her skin, an image flashed quickly in Ada's mind. It was a woman garbed in black. She was reaching for something. Ada couldn't make out her face. She did see sandy blond hair not unlike her mother's. Ada blinked and shook her head as if she was shaking the image out of her mind. She disregarded it and finished placing the charm around her ankle. Ada stared at her notebook, at Malfoy's request. It would help her grasp what's happening so why shouldn't she visit him in his dreams and him in hers? She decided to try again tonight, but first, she had to speak with Emily.
***
Emily laughed. "Visit him everyday in his dreams? Does he know how romantically corny he sounds?"
"The thing is...he knew it was me. He went into his dream with free will to--"
"Do you?"
"Well, that's a rather blunt way to put it. At least he tried. I don't even know what the devil he's talking about with all this business. I'm bloody lost and confused, I am. He doesn't help much."
"You need to get your mind off of him. Go talk to Oliver or something. I have to meet Fred somewhere in five minutes time. Sorry I can't be more of a help."
"Eh. It's okay. I think I will talk to Oliver. Have fun 'meeting' Fred. If that's what you want to call it."
"Piss off," Emily smiled.
***
Oliver wasn't in his classroom so Ada decided to try the Quidditch Pitch. Outside, the air was damp and cold. There were dark clouds and thunder above. Ada smiled. She loved the rain. As she walked, she felt drops of it on her head and face. In no time at all, it was pouring. Ada's robes were drenched after two minutes. She finally reached the Quidditch Pitch and walked onto the field. Looking around, she spotted Oliver in the high stand, watching the rain. She wondered if he could see her. Ada didn't bother calling out to him, knowing her voice would be lost amongst the swirling wind and rain. Instead, she waved her arms above her head. Oliver stood, picked up his broom, and flew down to her.
"Hey there," she greeted.
"Hey you."
"Rain's nice, aye?"
Oliver nodded. "I love it. It's even better to fly int. When there're not a Quidditch match, anyway."
"Yeah, playing in the rain makes it difficult. But I agree. Flying in it is grand."
"Want to?"
"I don't have my broom with me."
"No, I mean with me. You ride behind me."
"Oh. Alright." At his request, Ada's stomach knotted apprehensively.
Oliver climbed onto his broom and nodded to Ada. She clambered on behind him.
"Hold on," he said, nonchalantly.
Ada wrapped her arms around his waist, loosely. She felt like leaning her head against his back but stopped herself. Oliver pushed off of the ground and began to zoom around the field. He felt Ada's grip tighten every time he sped up. Oliver smirked and did a flip.
"Having fun?" he called back to her.
"Excellent time! More flips!"
Oliver enjoyed flips and broom tricks, too. Even more so now. After nearly thirty minutes, they landed.
"Woo! Great stuff. Whoever thought up this flying business was a god," Ada laughed as she twirled in the rain. Oliver watched her, smiling. His eyes glinted with passion.
"You appreciate the simple things in life," he finally said. Ada stopped twirling and sank to the wet ground. Oliver joined her. There was a short and awkward silence.
"How do you suppose rain can make me feel like everything's perfect? Everything in the world, including me. I feel perfect when it rains." Ada held out her hands to feel the droplets of water play off her hands as she spoke.
"Because you are perfect," Oliver answered, thinking out loud. He realised only a moment too late what he had said. Ada, surprised, looked at him. He was blushing a firery red. He hesitated but made eye contact with her. They only stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Oliver scooted closer to Ada and took her hand in his. He stuttered to say something but Ada placed her hand over his mouth gently. She slowly leaned forward and kissed him. Oliver embraced her tightly, kissing her in return. The longer they pressed their lips together, the more passionate they were. Ada's arms were flung over Oliver's shoulders, holding his neck lightly. The rain beat down hard but they were nearly oblivious to any state of their surroundings. Ada and Oliver were deeply submerged in a most passionate, loving kiss. The moment seemed to last forever. When Ada finally pulled away, she smiled softly.
"Everything is perfect," she whispered.
