Chapter 3

Never Been Kissed

I ran back through the alley. Ollivanders was the last shop on the alleyway that slowly turned into a dark hall with creepy people in it. I entered the shop and a tinkling bell rang within it. The room was silent and very dim. It was dusty, like an old mansion that was abandoned for many years.

The dust prickled my nose, and I sneezed. It was still quiet. I continued observing the shop. Many narrow boxes were stacked one on top of the other, way up to the ceiling. I came up to the counter and raised to my tiptoes looking to the right and to the left, but I didn't spot anyone. I gave a sigh of disappointment.

"The shop must be closed already," I thought. It was dark outside, and the crescent moon was slowly creeping upwards to the sky. I looked out the window and dusted the purple curtains, "This place needs serious cleaning," I've said.

"Good evening," said a soft voice behind me. I jumped from surprise. An old wizard was standing behind the counter smiling at me.

"Hello"

"The place is kind of dusty. I can't get myself to clean it. I am kind of old."

"I'm sorry...I didn't wish to say anything...I came to buy a wand."

"Ah, a wand. Wonderful things, are they not? Well, lets see witch wand you are destined for. Right or left?"

"I'm right handed." He measured my arm and disappeared into the back of the store. Shortly he brought out five thin boxes and placed them before me.

"Nice wands. Very nice wands! Here ten and a quarter inch long, swishy, made of willow. It is excellent for charm work. Lily Potter bought a wand similar to this one. She was quite good with her spells."

I took the wand within my hands and gave a wave. The wand did absolutely nothing. It was like holding a twig. I placed it back into its cover.

"I don't think this would fit." I said.

"No, no definitely not."

"Well, give a try with this, ten inches, Beachwood and unicorn hair. It is nice and flexible."

I took the wand from him and gave another wave. It would not obey my movement or my mind. I accidentally put the owner's robes on fire. He quickly grabbed a wand and muttered something under his breath.

"Not willing to listen? Hmm... Well, lets see Maple and dragon heartstring, eleven inches."

I only managed to touch the wand, when he snatched it from my hands.

"No, it would not do."

We went through the wands he had brought. He took out some more, but non-of them managed to fit me. He finally brought out a black box covered with snakeskin.

"I can't bring anything else to you, but this. All the other wands are definitely not your match." He opened the box and within lay something that seemed to be made of scales.

"Eleven and a half inches made of dragon fang covered in basilisk's scales with a phoenix feather."

I gently picked it up and felt a source of energy rushing into my body. It was amazing. Nothing that I ever felt before. It was a true power boost.

"Ah, the perfect wand for you. It's very powerful, oh yes. You are meant to do great things, many great things." He put the wand back into its case and wrapped it in a brown bag.

"That would be sixteen gold Galleons."

I placed sixteen gold coins on to the table, and he quickly rolled them down to his palms. A weird man he was. He gave me the bag, and I reached out to take it. However, before I could move my hand away, he grabbed it.

"Take special care of your wand. It was in my shop for over thirty years, and I thought no one would ever buy it. The neither right witch or wizard ever came to take claim of it. Now you, my dear, have the power with dragons and serpents," he looked at me, frightening me, sending a cold current way down to my bones, "a rear gift indeed. Do not loose it, or it might fall into the wrong hands."

"I'll take good care of it, thank you." He finally let my hand loose and I hurried out from the shop. It was dark already, and the alley was elucidated by streetlights. There were few people walking back and forwards. Some kids ran after their parents laughing. A cold breeze rushed through my blond hair and cooled down my face. I closed my eyes, letting the wind take me to the sky.

"Accio bag!" The paper bag I was holding wiggled in my hands and then gave a great yank. It felt like my finger bones were broken. I let go of it and began massaging my injured hand. I completely forgot about the bag that was pulled out of my palms, and the warning that Mr. Ollivander gave me.

"Oh, did I hurt your precious fingers?" I heard someone say. The voice was disdainful. It was imitating a young child that was spoiled to the core. I turned around and found no other than Draco Malfoy. He was grinning at me, pointing his wand at my direction.

"Draco, give me back my wand."

"Oh, you're not going to call me Malfoy? I must have made a very good impression on you. How splendid! We can even be friends."

"No, you haven't made a very nice impression on me. I just don't think that your family name needs to be though badly about, at least by me. I don't know your family, so until they give me a reason to think otherwise I would not speak badly about them; however, you are an arrogant fool that thinks too highly of himself. And no I don't want to be friends with you or those two idiots you were walking with. Now, I'll ask you again give me back my wand." My voice was firm, and I even thought to play around with him a bit. I decided not to, as he had an advantage, two wands against zero.

In a blink of an eye I was pushed against the wall that had a name of some weird alley that began with a K. I almost fell to the ground, but he held me by the arm. He pressed against me, and I could feel his body upon my own. I smelled a soft scent of cologne that gently tinkled my nose. I felt his hot breath upon my neck.

"I can have you right now, you know!" He whispered into my ear. It was not a question but a statement. His voice was passing no lies or hesitations. A cold shiver ran up and down my spine. I was beginning to fear him. He was some kind of lunatic.

His cheek brushed against mine. It was soft like the features of his face. He looked at me with his gray eyes. They were enchanting and captivating.

"Are you scared of that arrogant little boy that you were just insulting?" He asked me. I suppose he felt the quivering of my body. I was scared of him by now. I didn't answer.

I tried to get my hand free, but he held them tightly. I was panicking, pushing him off me to run free. His body was heavy and I couldn't even move. I looked to the side. There were still people about us, but they just passed us by and didn't look our way.

"They can't see you nor hear you. I've put an invisibility charm on us. Waited for you from the morning. You never left your mother's side. I even thought I wouldn't get you, but how convenient for me that you forgot to buy your wand."

"I haven't done anything to you! What do you want from me?"

"Ah, but you see, you have no respect to your superiors." I couldn't help but give a small chuckle. This boy was insane, yes, but quite amusing. I suddenly felt his lips upon mine. They were rough and cold. He pressed against me; I struggled but couldn't get free. He forced my lips to stay locked with his own. I was on the verge of tears. I felt his cold hands going under my tank top. I didn't want to wear a robe and a clock, thought that I put them on at the train. Now I wished I had them, at least I wouldn't feel his dirty hands upon my body.

His hand moved from my back to my breast, and that is when I had enough of it. I sensed a strange energy building in me. All of the sudden it left, and a powerful wind pushed him off me. I was free at last. The bag flew back into my hands. He looked at me dumbfounded.

"Are you all right?" I heard someone running in our direction. I turned around to see 2 boy of sixteen and a girl of the same age. One of them had messy brown hair. He had green eyes that were covered by glasses. He wore muggle cloth like the other two. The girl had bushy light brown hair that fell to her face. She brushed it off and took out her wand. The second boy had fiery red hair. He was freckled, kind of tall and thin. His gaze shifted from Draco to myself. He gave me a sneering look. I took a step back from all three of them.

"Are you all right?" The boy with the glasses asked me one more. I nodded.

"What are you doing here, Potter?"

"Obviously you were up to no good. What did you want from her?"

"None of your business!" Draco raised his wand and pointed it towards the Potter boy. He did the same, but directed it towards Draco.

"Harry don't bother," the girl said, "he doesn't worth it. Just let him go."

"Ya it's probably his bedtime," the red haired boy had said. I glanced back at Draco. He was red. His hands were turned to fists and he jumped at the red haired boy. Harry jumped to drag the boy from Draco.

I picked up his wand and said, "Stupefy!" Both boys fell to the ground not moving.

"I'm sorry to do this to your friend," I told Harry and the girl.

"Don't worry about it. They need to cool off. My name is Hermione, by the way." She stretched out her arm in my direction.

"Katie," I said while shacking it.

"This is Harry," she pointed to the boy with the glasses, "and that's Ron." She finished looking down at the red head.

"How did you see us?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking confused.

"Well, Draco had cast some kind of a spell. He said that no one would see us nor hear me, if I screamed."

"What did he do to you?" Hermione asked, her eyes greatly enlarged. Her mouth was open.

I went a bit red but didn't wish to tell them what really happened. "I was kind of indifferent towards him this morning, and did embarrass him before his friends. He was waiting for me to come out, so he could teach me a lesson on how to respect my superiors," I laughed and so did they.

"Superiors? Him?" Hermione asked. She couldn't stop laughing. She grabbed her stomach and bend down a bit. Her laugh echoed in the silent alley.

"Maybe we should let them go free?"

"Ya, I think they cooled off. Finito Incantados."

The two boys stood up. Draco quickly raised to his feet and looked at me.

"I'll take care of you later," he said, so only I could hear, "and I deal with you three in school."

"Dream on!" Ron told him, as Draco went to the Leaky Cauldron.

Again Ron looked at me scornfully.

"What did I do?" I asked him.

"Why did we go to save her?" He asked Harry, "she's just another Malfoy."

"I am not a Malfoy! Never associate me with them, well, at least with that scum. I don't even know who the Malfoys are!"

"Oh sorry! You look it though." Ron told me.

"We better head out or the gait will shut."

"It doesn't close, Harry!" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, are you going to Hogwarts?" Ron asked enthusiastically.

"Yes, I was buying all of the things that I would need."

"So were we!" He continued, "I can't wait till school starts! It's bloody brilliant, you'll see. There are very boring classes such as History of Magic and Divination, but everything else is quite nice."

"You say History of Magic is boring? Why?"

"Well, Professor Binns is a very old ghost! I don't think he knows anything besides Goblin History."

"You're still oh Goblin History?" I was amazed.

"For the past six years!" He answered rather annoyed.

We walked quietly for the rest of the way. I was consumed by the events that took place.

"How could he? That filthy little git. How dare he place his lips upon my own and going under my cloths. I need a hot shower, that I need. What shame to spend my first kiss on someone like him." I told myself. I guess I was getting kind of red and angry. The three of them looked at me, but didn't say anything. Thought better to let me be.

We finally came out from the gate and stepped into Leaky Cauldron. It was filled with people. They laughed and joked around. I could hear cheers and breaking of glasses that were followed by shouts from the waiters. The room was filled with smoke, so I coughed two or three times, and saw that Hermione did the same.

"Maybe we should go out with you. Just incase Draco is waiting for you once more." Harry told me.

"Thanks."

We opened the door and a bell rang within the place. My mom was passing back and forward before the entrance. As we stepped out, she ran up to me and hugged me so tight that I thought I'd suffocate.

"What took you so long? I was worried about you! The gait closed, so I couldn't go after you." I saw Ron give Hermione a victorious look, and she looked somewhat humiliated.

"Mum, don't worry! Mr. Ollivander couldn't find a wand that would suite me for a very long time. Oh and this is Harry, Ron, and Hermione."

She looked up at them and gave a smile, "nice to meet you."

"You too, Mrs.. Ah..."

"Mrs. Mal"

"Mrs. Mal." Harry finished.

"Well, I guess we'll see you on the train. It was nice meeting you Mrs. Mal. Bye!" They said in unison and disappeared into the hotel. I waived them good-bye, and mum and I walked back to the car and drove home.