"I know what you want from me. I can tell. Your eyes, it's the window to your soul. Everything is in your eyes. I know every little thought that passes through that head of yours. So, you're on the losing side. No doubt about it. What do I want, you say? You don't possess the gift of knowing, so I'll tell you. I want you."

"I'll never give you up for all the riches in the world. Anyway, I don't see why I would have to. I HAVE all the gold I need. But, I have gold. You are my diamond."

"Blaise, don't go. You're the only good thing that has happened to me all my life. You are my life."

Draco's eyes snapped back into reality. The haze blurring his vision had disappeared. The voice that had been regurgitating all his memories, his voice, had settled back into its place in the nook and crannies in his head. All those things he had said to Blaise, from their first kiss at sunset till the parting in the rain.

Then the scent came surging back into his senses. As though it were a reminder to what he was doing before he slipped into nostalgia. Draco looked down at the girl standing before him.

She was standing with her back facing him; one hand holding her jacket while the other was embedded in her bronze mass of hair. Her halter-top was back less, exposing her slightly tanned, golden skin. At the base of her neck was a small tattoo of an insignia of some sort. The tattoo was a shade darker than her glowing skin, making it almost invisible.

Draco inhaled the air around him, bringing in the spicy feel of cinnamon into his head. It was Blaise's scent, but the girl in front him didn't look like her, at least from the back. But then again, girls get makeovers every week or other, he chided himself.

Even then, he summoned a mental picture of Blaise in his mind. She was rather tall; her head was up to his chin. She had an hourglass figure, which was extremely alluring to the male population of the school. Her hair was raven black, with only the slightest curls at the ends. It cascaded way below her shoulder, like a river of black, glowing water. Her skin was a creamy white, almost the same tone as his. Her eyes were a haunting midnight blue, framed in luxuriously curled eyelashes. Her lips were set in a pout, always dressed in a swipe of scarlet.

He brought his attention down to the golden girl in front of him again. She was slightly taller than Blaise. The peak of her head reached his nose. She wasn't voluptuous, like Blaise, but her well-toned arms and waist told him she was the clean-cut but sexy kind. Her hair enthralled him the most. It was a coppery-bronze mass that shined like a beacon in the dark. Whenever she turned her head slightly, it would catch the light and turn gold, complimenting her buttery-smooth skin. The only thing that resembled Blaise was the knobs of slight curls at the edge of her magnificent hair.

Right then, all he wanted to do was to turn her around so he could take a close look at her face, her eyes in particular. It wasn't Blaise, no doubt. But the smell of Blaise on that girl made him believe that he was looking at Blaise, only in a different form.

Sub-consciously he lifted his hand and left it hovering above her right shoulder. Just then, she walked away, as though she was looking for something and had finally spotted it. Draco's hand dropped back to his side as he watched the girl walk through the massive crowd, away from him.

"Maybe she's just a muggle. She doesn't seem to be carrying any luggage of any sort," He told himself, "I'm such a git! So what if she smells like Blaise! She must have bought the same perfume as her. I'm an idiot."

Draco kept his eyes on her tall frame, watching her move gracefully through the crowd. His eyes were boring into the back of her head, through the bronze mass that was now slowly turning into gold. He watched as she stopped dead in the middle of the moving sea of people. She turned around slowly.

It was as though she could hear his thoughts commanding her to turn around and face him. She stood there, head slightly cocked to the side inquisitively, looking straight at him. He couldn't really see her features due to the distance between them, but he could tell that she was absolutely beautiful, Aphrodite personified. She was almost ethereal, with a ring of pure white light surrounding her glowing face.

"Beautiful." He whispered under his breath.

She blinked once and turned away, disappearing behind a pillar. Draco's senses jolted awake.

He glanced up, towards the giant clock on the wall. The clock hands told him it was near departure time.

"Time to go." He groaned softly and came out of his hiding place in the semi-darkness and made his way across the now almost-empty hall and towards the barrier. "She's just a muggle. Don't bother Malfoy. Don't bother."

He placed his hand on the barrier, seeing his hand enter the gateway. To muggle eyes, it would seem as though the wall had swallowed up his hand. He pulled it out and smirked. Then he leaned sideways on the barrier, vanishing from the world of Kings Cross Station.

The scarlet train was waiting on its platform; white smoke billowed onto the ceiling and engulfing the place. Students were milling about, talking to their parents or chattering happily to their friends. Draco pulled the hood over his eyes again and strode towards the train, ignoring the tittering girls at his side.

"Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall called out, waving to him.

He eyed her under the shadows of his hood. Thinking whether he had broken any rule of any sort. What a record, getting a detention before stepping onto the train. Very like Potter. He snorted.

When he came up to her he removed his hood reluctantly and nodded his head. "Good day, Professor."

"Mr. Malfoy, I would like you to join me at the front of the train."

Draco blinked. The front compartments were reserved for prefects only. He didn't receive the letter saying that he was a prefect this year, as far as he could remember.

"I'm sure there was a mistake, Professor," He said, "I didn't receive the letter."

"No need for letters, Mr. Malfoy," She said, starting to walk, "Come along. You will know all you need to know at school."

He decided to keep quiet and followed her onboard the train.

"Go make yourself at home, Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said, "I'm sure you would find lots of space to lay back and enjoy the ride. And please come to me when the train arrives. I'll be with the driver."

With that she turned and got off the train again. Draco stared after her. What in the world was going on? Was it his father's idea so he could launch his dastardly schemes with ease? He clenched his fists and opened one of the compartment doors.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reviewing! Cliffhanger…hehe. It's still hanging there, though. The mystery has not been solved. Is she just a muggle? Or is she going to appear again? I don't know. Stick around though! This is going to get really interesting. PLEASE REVIEW!

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