A/N: I'm back! I wanted to write another chapter so that I can just post it when I get internet access. I hope you like this and continue to watch out for this fic. Thanks to all those who reviewed. Anyways, those who have been asking if Francis and Draco are relatives or something, the answer is down below….within the fic. Just read on…
Wait. I forgot this again.
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What's on the Other Side
By prowess
"Malfoy, huh?" Lizette repeated.
"Why, is there anything wrong?" Francis asked as his hoary eyes glinted in the light. A concerned look was in his face, but Lizette could sense a growing fear inside of him.
"No, no," she reassured. "It just sounds…old. Like, you know.." she tried to think of a good description of how she thought about it. It was at the back of her head, she just can't reach a good conclusion.
"Like it's not of this time and age?" Francis finished for her.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Although, it sounds pretty good for a surname." The last sentence she hastily added, making the tall, striking guy laugh lightly.
"No, I mean it. I'm serious. I don't want you thinking that I think it's funny. In fact, I think I heard it before. Is there any chance you could've- "
"No!" he suddenly exclaimed. "I mean, I believe I haven't seen you before. We haven't met aside from tonight." Lizette was shocked when he jumped, it was like he was hiding something, his stunning features expressed concern and fear.
He was standing in front of her, eyeing her doubting look. He didn't mean that. And he didn't know what to do. Think Draco, think… he muttered to himself. It is too early to be caught…
"I…I…believe we haven't met before because…" Francis stuttered… "I could've never been more surprised when I saw you. You were an angel on earth. No one I've met in my whole life can compare to you." He finished.
Lizette flushed a deep crimson, her eyes almost being stained with tears of happiness. For the first time since she could remember, a guy adores her. It just can't be infatuation. Francis said it as if he wanted to hold me forever, she thought.
She didn't realize it, as she was floating in her own thoughts, but Francis had cupped her chin, gazed at her dark chocolate pools, and tilted his head. She stared at his captivating gaze, as he lowered himself, his mouth drawing closer to hers. Merely inches away, he stopped.
"May I?" he asked.
Lizette didn't know how to answer. Instead she closed her eyes, as she waited for his mouth to capture hers.
It was no more than a few seconds, it wasn't a rough kiss, it was just light, and it was enough.
Her beautiful eyes fluttered open as she touched her lips and held her chest, motioning her heart to slow down. His eyes were still set on her, and they stared at each other, speechless, motionless, until Lizette broke their silence.
"I better be going," she motioned. Looking around. "It's so late." She managed a purely enchanting smile that Francis had mentally pictured and still thought of even a few days after.
"Uh…let me walk you home." He gestured for her to lead the way as he closely followed by her side. They couldn't seem to talk about anything after the kiss.
"Well, this is the place," she started her hand pointing towards her home.
"Okay, I'll leave you now. I guess I got my goodnight kiss a little early." He laughed again. He was cut short when her mouth pecked his. Before he could react, she broke away, and with a quick goodnight, closed the door.
"Malfoy?!?! You used Malfoy?!?!?" Glasses shook and plates crashed as a heavy hand pounded on the table. "That is a moronic thing to do, did you know that!?! You could have been caught, you idiot! I expected better of you Draco."
"I'm sorry, sir, but she caught me off guard. I wasn't able to think of a surname beforehand. But I assure you, sir, that she did not recognize me. I was able to mislead her into thinking I was in love." Draco replied, explaining what happened. His dark robes concealed the clothes he wore just before they parted ways with Lizette. He had reported immediately after to the Dark Lord.
"Very well. I will let this matter go, as long as that muggle will not consider it anymore. Next time, Draco, be careful. A single slip, a single mistake and our plan will be shattered. You may go." Bowing, Draco retreated from the room. He was thankful that Voldemort didn't punish him. Still, he knew he should be careful, otherwise, he'd be dead.
"Hey Eve, Sorry I'm late. Something came up." The brown haired girl sat on the sofa. "Am-so-tired." She sighed heavily.
The older girl looked at her, popping a grape in her mouth. "Who's the guy?"
Lizette's eyes popped out. "Oh my gosh, you didn't!"
"uh-huh"her friend slyly replied.
"Not when I…"
"Every single move."
"Hopefully not the…"
"Especially, the kiss." She finished. "Never thought you had it in you." She smirked.
"Oh no, can I just die now?" Lizette remarked, unable to think of anything to say.
"Well come on, tell me what happened!" Evette squealed, jumping to the sofa.
"I thought you saw EVERYTHING." Lizette replied moving out of the sofa.
"I'm not psychic, Liz. I mean, what happened before! How did you meet the blonde? Betcha fell for him completely."
"More like fell on him.."she replied remembering how she stumbled into Francis' lap. Evette eyed her weirdly, and with a large gulp of air, she told the whole story.
"Okay, you fell on the guy's lap then you walked around and then kissed? Whoa, pretty intense for the first day."
"I'm going to sleep. Good thing I'm not working tomorrow. Good night Eve," She groggily
commented.
"More like good morning. That reminds me, I've been planning to ask you this the moment you came in that door. Where have you been?" she was answered with a loud thud of the door.
"Hey, check that cool cell you've got there," a thin man replied. He was cleaning the dishes as he eyed his friend.
"What, this? It isn't mine. I just found it in the counter. Must've fallen off someone's bag." Stephen moved the phone around a bit, checking for a name or anything to help him identify the owner.
"Well, you better get rid of it. I'm sure the owner would be calling soon."
Lizette threw her pillow on the floor. She thought it was a dream, or maybe she left it in the house.
Yes, her phone is forever lost.
"Why is this happening to me?" she shrieked. She liked the phone so much. It had lots of messages and quotes. She just couldn't bear the fact that its out in the streets, or it's in somebody else's possession. It was already time for brunch, Lizette groggily stood up as she placed back the pillow from the floor. She decided what she could have for breakfast, or brunch rather, as she scanned the fridge for something that pleases her palate. Toast would be good, and some eggs or maybe bacon…hmmm…orange juice, prune juice, or iced tea?
She took her choice and sat on their small breakfast nook to observe the wonderful scenery. There were already a lot of people walking around the streets, busy as ever. She can't help but remember last night. The warmth of his touch, his hypnotizing gaze, his wonderful smile, the sweetness of his lips. She inhaled deeply as she tried to savor that memory, and wished she would see him again. One thought bothered her though.
"Why did he act frantically when I asked him if he knew me from before?" she inquired. "He sure was freaked out about it. But, I guess he was just shocked. I mean, I did ask him bluntly. Silly me…" she talked to herself, sipping her iced tea.
Thoughts still drifting around Francis, his eyes, his smile, his eyes, his touch, his eyes…she completely forgot her beloved phone. Suddenly she jolted, as if an arrow shot through her brain.
"Why didn't I think of this before?" she reprimanded herself before going back to her room for a bath and a quick change…
Stepping out of the apartment and locking the door behind her, she turned around, and completely froze.
Francis was standing right in front of her.
"Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?" she asked, half surprised and half overjoyed. Hurrah!! He was here! She managed to think to herself.
"Well, I thought you were free today, so I just stopped by. I was supposed to knock when you came out. Do you have any plans?" Lizette was speechless.
"W-w-ell…no…I mean,"she frowned, remembering her errand, "yes…I mean…not really…I just have to stop by somewhere.."she stuttered. She received one of his charming laughs again…
"May I accompany you? And afterwards, do you want to go someplace else?"
"Well, okay. Why not?" she answered back. "I just have to borrow the phone of my friend. She works there at Haye's coffeshop with me."
"Oh, really? Why do you need a phone?" he inquired. The sweet face he made, the curiosity in his eyes made her heart beat faster.
"Well, I lost my phone, so I just wanted to call it—" she was cut short when a phone is handed to her, one of the latest models.
"It's not the best but I hope it will do…" he offered.
"Are you kidding? This is nowhere near my phone. Thanks." She delicately took the phone from his hands, tensing as their skins touched. Blushing, she then dialed her number.
Rrrring…..
Rrrrrrring…..
Rrrrring……
There was no answer.
"It's not answering." She whispered, frowning. Francis looked up at her, silver eyes showing concern…
"Well try again…Come on.."
Rrring….
Rrrrring….
Rrring…..
"Hey man the phone's ringing. Answer it. It could be an order." The thin man looked at Stephen.
"It's not our phone, it's this phone." He gestured to the phone he was holding. He was in a dark gray sweater, wearing a blue and gray striped shirt underneath. He was about to finish his shift when the phone rang.
Lizette clutched her the phone tighter. Answer…answer..answer!
A/N: Decided to end there for a while. I'm getting tired. I'm going to try and make as many chapters as I can, so that I don't have to panic later on when I keep my mind off fanfiction for awhile. I hope you liked this chapter, and for those that were asking if Francis and Draco are relatives, as seen from the chap, they are not. The reason being is that they are the same person. Draco changed his name to Francis…the explanation is up there. Read again if you missed it. It was just a short scene. Anyways, to those that reviewed continuously, a big thank you to you. Anonymous, usha88, all the others, I was supposed to name you one by one, but I got disconnected at the last minute. I'm so sorry. Please review again and I will happily acknowledge you. Thank you, and till the next chapter!
Come on…answer…answer!!!
"Hello?"
"You!?!?!?"
