Chapter One: Notes and meetings

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Yay! First chapter! Hope you peeps enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter…darn.

A/N: I decided to switch back and forth with the first person, third person points of views. Sometimes one scene will be in Draco's POV, while it will be in the omnimicant POV in the next. If this gets too confusing as the story goes on and on, then feel free to tell me. Then I will stay in third person.

YAY! I WENT AND SAW THE SECOND HARRY POTTER MOVIE A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO, AND I JUST GOTTA SAY THAT TOM FELTON IS SO HOT AND I'M GLAD THAT HE IS PLAYING DRACO MALFOY!!!!! YAY!!!

Sorry. That was a bit out of character, but it was true. I'm kinda sad that they're, like, thirteen and whatnot, though. I'm about two years older than they are. *sigh* Oh well. That's what fanfiction is for. And the fifth book…at least then they are 15. ^______^ Speaking of which, that better come out soon…

Onward ho!

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I stirred my potion lazily, starting off into nowhere-land. Snape was at the front of the classroom, going on about bow to mix and create a perfect Heffilumi Invisibility potion. Having a natural talent for potion making, I vaguely listened with only a half an ear. I had too much on my mind.

But it wasn't about that Gryffindor girl that was sitting in front of me. It wasn't like her strangely violet eyes were imprinted in my mind or anything. It wasn't like I felt slightly abashed about not noticing that she had been in my potion-and other-classes for every single year since first. No indeed. Gemini Evans was the last thing on my mind. I wasn't even paying the slightest bit of attention to her. Not the slightest.

What is she doing?

With one hand behind her back, she was holding a thin piece of folded parchment between her fingertips. Without even so much as a glance backwards, she waved it at me. I glanced sidewards in both directions to see if anyone else noticed. No one did. Wiping my stirring stick clean, and setting it on the table, I lightly gave it a push with one finger. There was a clearly audible 'ping' as it dropped to the ground in front of my table.

Snape looked at me.

"I dropped my stirring rod."

"Evans! Pick it up for him!"

Gemini nodded slightly and turned in her seat. Snape went back to the lesson, and she gently placed it on the countertop…along with the parchment piece. "There you are, Draco." She sat down once more.

Picking up the scrap with nimble fingers I unfolding it under the table as an extra precaution. The table was all mine; Crabbe was out sick.

//Draco Malfoy,

I know that, you being a Slytherin and I being a Gryffindor, we are natural enemies. You are probably considering tossing this away, as you read it. Well don't…just hear me out. Despite what people say, I don't think you are such a bad person. I believe that your only problem is that you worry too much about your reputation. Out on the field that morning, I couldn't help but notice that you showed a genuine interest in me. In us. Then you found out my house and that all disappeared. I want to explore what I saw in your eyes, without anything holding us back. After all, barriers are meant to be crossed, agreed?

Interested?

Gemini Evans\\

I carefully folded the note back up again, staring at the back of Gemini's head. What sap. I wonder what would happen if I pursued this. After all, Slytherins and Gryffindors never—no… That is my father talking. I will do this...maybe...

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Entering the Great Hall the next morning, I yawned and wished I had gotten more sleep. After a long night of debating whether or not to trust the Gryffindor, Evans, I came to only one desirable conclusion.


Why not?

My family was falling apart, schoolwork was nothing to brag about, and my friends are rather tiresome lately. Besides, Potter was no fun anymore…he was too busy exploring the insides of storage closets with that mudblood, Granger. I need something to spice up my life. Perhaps starting a friendship with Evans would bring my world back into focus…or make it a little more interesting.

In my casual disinterest in just about everything, I neglected to pay attention when I ran right into Harry Potter.

"Snitches! Watch where you're going, Malfoy!" The boy-who-lived glared at me with angry eyes. Both of us had been sent staggering backwards from the collision. Ganger gave a nasty look that I returned with enthusiasm. We hadn't sparred for weeks; I sort of missed it, really.

"Getting clumsy, Potter?" I snarled, resisting the urge to yawn again. "From what I hear, Granger here thinks you are quite nimble in what you do." Potter's face darkened with rage, likewise, Weasel, on his other side, clenched his fists. The filthy mudblood whispered something into Potter's ear that made him calm down considerably. He passed it on to Weasel, and they all looked at me. Potter smiled pleasantly, and nodded at me. Then they stalked away.

Well. So much for that little fight. If I'm not careful, I'll lose my touch.

I followed them as they went to the Gryffindor table. Actually, I wasn't following them, really. Slytherins just happened to sit over on that side of the room.

Bloody hell.

It figures that since Evans was a Gryffindor, she had to be friends with Potter. Watching without being too obvious, I saw her stand at the table and greet Potter, Weasel and Granger. Weasel jerked a thumb over his shoulder, at what I presumed was me, and they all laughed. Evans' gaze shifted, however, and she was suddenly looking right at me.

How is it that her eyes are so bright and purple? Does she have…what do muggles call them…contacts?

She raised a quizzical eyebrow, and slightly tilted her head at me. Evidently she was remembering the note that she had dropped on my table in potions.

What the hell… I nodded.

Smiling, she sat down, and went back to her meal with Potter and the rest. I went on my way, smirking as I always did, and joined Goyle. Crabbe was still sick, in the hospital wing for something or another. I wasn't really paying all that much attention when Goyle was telling me. Pansy sat down on my other side, simpering and clinging to one of my arms. She reminded me of a leech when she did that. It was rather annoying. Evans wouldn't do that.

Evans wouldn't do that? What in Merlin's name am I thinking? Suddenly I was all but disgusted with myself. I shook Pansy off of my arm and stood abruptly. All eyes near me glanced my way, but I hardly noticed. Evans wouldn't do that? What was I thinking? I noticed that my feet were leading me to the Quidditch Pitch. Good idea. Some flying would clear my head.

Evans wouldn't do that… feh…

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Draco had to give Evans some credit; she did know what she was talking about when she spoke of flying. It was breathtaking up in the air, away from everyone and everything. It's freedom and escape in itself, and no one can hold you down. No one.

For a minute Draco hovered near the goal posts that his Quidditch team usually used when they played. After examining them for a moment, he went closer and switched his seating from on his broom to on the golden hoop. Balancing his weight accordingly, he snatched his broom out of the air. He had never noticed it before, but the ground were quite lovely from high above. In a Quidditch game or practice, he was too busy looking for the snitch to appreciate it fully.

Heartstrings, he thought, I'm becoming such a sap.

"Draco!"

He glanced down to see a small form of a person. It was Gemini. How did she find me? Kicking off the ground, she glided up to meet the boy, a curious expression on her face.

"Why are you sitting in the goal post?"

Draco shrugged, avoiding her gaze. He wasn't about to explain his self to her. "Why are you out here?" He asked, by way of a diversion.

She smiled. "I could ask you the same thing, you know." Hovering closer, she positioned herself directly in front of him. "Mind if I join you?"

Draco waved a hand noncommittally, scooting over so she could sit beside him. Transferring from her broom to the large hoop, she gripped Draco's shoulder as she sat down. Letting go, they were side by side, overlooking the field silently.

"So…" Draco said hesitantly, fingers tracing a path over the aquamarine lettering on his broom. It was a newer model, the Mercury 316. "What did you see?"

Gemini looked sideways at him, brow furrowed. "Pardon?"

Draco took a deep breath. Perhaps there was such thing as too much flying; he was beginning to feel light-headed. "In me." He said haltingly. He didn't normally talk about this sort of thing. It was hard. "What did you see?"

Gemini smiled gently at his inner confliction. "I saw someone looking for a meaning in their life. Someone who was looking for something that he could hold on to, stay anchored to. Someone who was looking for a hold on things that mattered, whatever they were."

Draco blinked at her. She saw all that? What is she? Clairvoyant? Or is it just a lucky guess?  "I don't know what you're talking about."

Gemini shook her head. "I think that you do, Draco." She leaned closer to him. "That is what you were looking for, where you not?"

Draco jerked away from her. "How do you know?" She smelled of cinnamon and rain, it lingered on her clothing tantalizingly.

She touched his shoulder lightly. "I saw it in your eyes. You are always more open when you fly. It frees your soul." Gemini let her hand drop, but Draco could still feel the touch through his sleeve. It burned.

"What do you want from me?" He asked lowly. He didn't like this feeling. He was supposed to be domineering this…thing…why did he feel so overwhelmed?

"Friendship," she replied, "and I think that's what you want and need too." Holding her broom out in front of her, she made it hover. Draco noticed the violet letters on the handle; it was a Nightshadow 10 – the latest and most advanced broomstick model. Gemini noticed him noticing, and climbed onto it with a wink. She sped away, heading back to the castle.

A Nightshadow 10 – she must be a serious player. Is she on the house team? He thought back to previous games verses Gryffindor. The only players that came to mind were Potter, Wood and the Weasley twins. There might have been girls as well, but they weren't currently coming to mind.

"Hmm." He murmured aloud, vaguely hearing the ringing of class bells from the castle.

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Sorry that this took so long to get out. We recently got rid of our dial-up, so there are four of us sharing a hi-speed. It's more difficult that it sounds.

*Sigh* I just love writing this story…I get the chance to go inside Draco's head. Get your mind out of the gutter. ;)

If he seems a bit OOC when he's on the Quidditch Pitch, that's because he's an entirely different person when he flies. Note that he was his usual nasty self in the Grand Hall when talking to the 3 musketeers. (Harry, Ron & Hermione) And no, I am not making him as soft as jelly. That would ruin his whole bad-boy sexiness factor. ;) I'm trying to get into the story, right now, but it will get better later on. This is not just a fluffy Draco/OC story. It will have action. It will have adventure. It will be good! It will!!

Lol. J

Luv ya all to pieces,

OracleVortex

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