Chapter Three: Love at First Sight
Draco slid into The Leaky Cauldron. His eyes adjusted slowly, to the darkness. He moved towards the bar, hoping there would be a room to spare. Tom looked up, he looked rather flushed, like he had just been in a fight. Draco made sure he had dropped his voice, so Tom wouldn't recongize him. "I'd like a room," Draco said rather gruffly. "No more," Tom snapped, pushing the ledger aside. "Draco's eyes blazed at Tom from under the hood. "You gave that girl a room," he said, nodding towards the twisting stairway. "That was different," Tom said, turning his back to Tom. Draco pushed forward some galleons and asked Tom,"Is it?" Draco smiled, he saw Tom eyeing the galleons. "That's 3 Galleons more than what the room usually costs," Tom thought, panic rising. "Alright, yes we have a room open, can I get your name?" Draco pushed the ledger away, towards Tom. "I don't want to nor have the time to be giving my name to people like you," Draco said stiffely. Tom slammed the ledger shut and growled, "Thank you Mr.Brown, here's your key." Draco reached out, snatched the key and swept upstairs.
Nadia sat on the edge of her bed, stroking Neige. Oustide her window, the sky was dark like ink, and the stars glowing like faint fireflies. "Neige, I'm not going mad, I know I saw someone out there across from Flourish and Botts." The only reply she got from Neige was a soft, gentle nip on the finger. Nadia got up and moved around the room. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. The room became cold, it was almost like Nadia was touching a block of ice. She started to panic, fear rising in her throat. "What if he's here? Is he after me because of my aunt?" Nadia whirled around and ran for the door. She threw it open and tore down the dimly light hallway. Nadia slammed into someone coming up the stairs. "Bloody hell, watch where your going!" the gruff voice snapped. She untangled herself from the person she had knocked over. Nadia tried to help him up but he only pushed her hand away. She caught a glimpse of his face, and her heart caught in her throat. "Oh my gosh. He is gorgeous." She thought. The stranger pushed past her, abruptly, bringing her back down to earth. Nadia watched his cloak disappear around the corner.
Draco hurried up the stairs. He could hear a small scream and then a door fly open. Draco reached the top of the stairs and someone crashed into him. Time suddenly stopped, as he fell to the floor. The girl, Nadia, landed on top of him. His lungs felt as if someone took a match and tossed them into a can of oil. They were on fire. Draco desperatly gasped for air, but not getting anything. "Bloody hell, watch where your going!" he snapped. Nadia untagled herself of him, and offered him her hand. He only pushed her hand away, still trying to catch his breath. Draco swaggered to his feet and he froze. She had seen his face, or at least part of it. He couldn't read her face exactly but he knew she was taken aback and confused. Draco pushed past her, bumping into her on the way, then rounded the corner. He reached his room, and fumbled for the key. "Bloody lights, can't see anything at all," he muttered, anger rising. Finally, the door swung open, revealing a room, brightly light. "This is a lot better than that bloody hall," he thought. An owl was sitting on Draco's bed, holding a parchment in it's beak. Draco sauntered over, and snatched the letter. "Off with you, you bloody bird." The owl clicked it's beak in annoyance, but flew out the window. Draco unrolled the letter, it was from Snape. "Draco, you must come back. We have more to discuss than you think." It was signed S.S. "Ugh! That...what does he think he's doing? Risking both our necks!" Draco growled, as he threw the letter in the trash. But, wearily, he picked it up and, held it to a candle. He watched the letter wither and burn, screaming in silent agony. Slowly, Draco's energy seemed to slip from him and he plopped onto his bed. "Nadia," he said over and over again in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her laugh, the day before, had filled the air. Or how she smiled. The way the sun shined on her perfect, spirling, blonde curls that reached down to her shoulders. He loved her hazel eyes, and how her emotions seemed to reveal themselves when you glanced at her. And then, he remembered the best part, it was how she was shaped. She wasn't skinny, oh no, she had curves and a butt. But, that didn't seem to bother him. He had only been attracted one other girl. Her name was Pansy, and he realized that liking her was a big mistake. She was the past now, Nadia was the future. Suddenly, his eyelids got heavy, and a drowsy feeling swept over him then he closed his eyes.
Nadia stood in the middle of the road, outside The Leaky Cauldron. "What am I doing? I'm in more danger out here, than I am if I'm in my room!" she muttered outloud. So, Nadia made her way back to her room, the door still open. "That's alright, I was only gone for a few minutes." But, she checked her room to make sure that nothing was missing. Nadia slumped onto her bed, feeling quite giddy but drowsy at the same time. "That boy..." she told Neige, who was perching on his stand. But she never got to finish her sentence. She had fallen asleep, dreaming of the boy whom she ran into in the hall.