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(A/N squirrel-wrath: Angle- greek in origin, means messenger)

Memory

Chapter One: Chance Meetings

"Scarlet!" called a little boy with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes. "Wait up!"

Scarlet turned and smiled at the little boy running to catch up to her. "Do you need something Alexander?" she asked him.

Alexander slowed down as he caught up to her, "Momma said that I can walk with you to the market if it's okay with you."

"And what do you need in the market?" Scarlet asked him.

"I'm suppose to meet Cyrus." Alexander told her. "We're gonna go play in the creek over by his house and see if we can catch any fish."

"Sounds like fun." Scarlet told him. "And what are you going to do with the fish you catch?"

"Cyrus' mom said she would cook up whatever we catch and we can have them for dinner."

"That sounds delicious."

"She's gonna make us eat salad with it." Alexander told her making a face at the thought.

"You know, I've been told that eating your vegetables will make you grow up big and strong." Scarlet told him with a knowing look.

Alexander stuck out his tongue in disgust. "I'll just fill up on fish before I get to the salad."

"You' d better catch a lot of fish then."

He nodded, "I'm the best fisherman there is."

"Really?"

He nodded again, "I caught a huge fish last time. Big as my arm."

Scarlet laughed, "Wow, that is big."

"Look, there's Cyrus!" Alexander shouted pointing across the market. "Thanks for walking me. Bye!"

Alexander ran off leaving Scarlet to walk through the market alone. She walked over to one of the many vegetable stands and started to look through the eggplants. She had just about given up on finding the perfect eggplant when one just rolled into her hand. Scarlet smiled to herself at her good luck, the same luck that always seemed to follow her around.

She continued to make her way around the market, picking out different foods and paying along the way. She stopped at a stand that held odds and ends and stopped to admire the music box. The same music box she had taken to calling hers in her head. It was a beautiful music box. It was small and made with wood of a Carob tree. A picture of a girl and a boy embracing was carved on the top and when opened it played Ena Savvato Vrady- a greek love song.

Scarlet gently put the music box down and continued her usual path through the market. She stopped briefly to talk to a few of the vendors before beginning to make her way back out again.

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Draco Malfoy was on vacation. He was tired of going to functions, of dealing with business, and of playing nice with Harry Potter. People thought just because they saved the world together that they were grand friends, and they had to play such at every public event. So he decided to go on vacation for an undetermined amount of time.

He had chosen a little town in Greece that had a small population and hopefully no reporters. He just wanted to get away from everyone he knew and have some fun. Maybe find a nice greek girl to shag, and cook for him. Greek girls do know how to cook really well, or at least that is what he had heard.

He had been adventuring all over the town all morning. He was looking around the market when a flash of hair caught his eye. At that moment he could have sworn that he knew that head of hair. He would have bet every galleon he owned that he knew that head of hair. But the person belonging to that head of hair was said to be dead, after all no one had seen or heard from her in years.

Nonetheless, Draco made his way over to her and with out any ceremony he greeted her. "Hey."

She turned to look at him and he could have sworn it was her. But she didn't seem to recognize him, and he knew there was no way that Ginny wouldn't recognize him, not after all they had gone through.

"Do I know you?" she asked him confused, looking him up and down.

"I'm not sure." Draco replied sticking out his hand. "I'm Draco Malfoy."

She smiled as she took his hand, "I'm Scarlet Angle, nice to meet you."

"You aren't Greek." he told her.

"Clearly." she replied as she took her hand back. She grabbed a lock of hair, "I wonder what gave it away?"

"It's just, your last name is greek."

She shrugged, "You don't choose your name."

Draco nodded, "You're right."

She cocked her head to the side, "So, when you walked up here you thought you might know me. Do you?"

"I've never met a Scarlet before."

"So I'm your first then?" she asked playfully. "You're not greek either. What are you doing here?"

"I'm vacationing."

"No one comes here to vacation." she told him, raising an eyebrow.

"Which is why it's the perfect place to come." he replied. "You can escape from everyone and just relax."

"How did you even find this place?" Scarlet asked. "I mean, it's so out of the way and small."

Draco shrugged, "I just ran across it one day."

Scarlet nodded, "Well, I hope you have a good vacation, but I have to go and get this home."

Draco thought quickly trying to figure out how he could keep her there talking to him. "Do you live around here?"

"Down the road a bit." Scarlet replied nodding in the general direction.

"Can I walk you then?" he asked.

Scarlet bit her bottom lip thinking. "I don't know. I don't know you."

"Sure you do." Draco replied. "I'm Draco Malfoy, the non-greek boy on vacation."

Scarlet nodded, "Sure. On one condition."

"What?" Draco asked curiously.

Scarlet held out her basket to him, "You carry the basket for me."

Draco lifted an eyebrow as he took the basket. "I like how you think."

"You like doing manual labor?" she asked him as she started to lead the way.

"No, but it's devious all the same."

Scarlet shrugged, "Really, it will just make Jason jealous."

"Boyfriend?" Draco asked.

"No" Scarlet laughed. "He likes me and doesn't really like to hear the word no. Maybe if he sees you walking me home, he will back off."

"So you're using me."

"To carry my basket and make a guy jealous." Scarlet nodded. "I feel less guilty now that you know the truth."

"Something tells me you didn't feel guilty to begin with." Draco replied.

"You're right, I didn't." Scarlet told him.

"I wouldn't have either, if I were you."

Scarlet looked down for a second, "So, how long are you in town?"

"For as long as I have a reason to stay." Draco replied glancing over to her.

"What's your reason for staying right now?" she asked him.

"Well, I can't leave now." Draco replied. "I'm busy carrying your basket."

"Don't let basket keep you." Scarlet told him with a smirk.

"Not your basket. Just you." he told her.

"Oh, well, I guess I really can't help that." Scarlet shrugged unapologetically.

"No, you can't." Draco replied. "So how far down this road do you live?"

"Not much farther."

"How did you come to live here?" Draco asked.

"Oh, you know," Scarlet replied. "People move."

"So you moved here?"

"Well, yeah."

"Where did you live before?"

Scarlet smirked, "Not here."

"You are informative," Draco replied sarcastically.

"If you want information, I can help you with that." Scarlet told him. She pointed to the right, smirking, "In that house lives Cora, the town gossip. She knows everything going on in the town. She can give you all the information that matters."

"That was truly helpful."

"Although tomorrow all her gossip will be about how she saw you walking me home. So, she might not be that helpful to you." Scarlet told him.

"Is it scandalous that I'm walking you home?"

"No." Scarlet shook her head, "It's just a really small town. Sometimes, on slow days, the topic of discussion is who's chicken laid the most eggs."

"That's the kind of news that can keep a person on the edge of their seat."

"Don't mock my town. It's nice with it's little quirks."

Draco nodded, "I like it so far. The scenery, the food," he looked at her, "the people."

"You're flirting." she replied. "Good luck with that."

"If you're wishing me luck that must mean you want me to succeed."

Scarlet laughed as she took her basket back, "No, it just means that no guy has ever been successful with me. So, you'll need the luck." She looked over, "This is me. Good bye Mr. Malfoy. Have a good vacation."

"Can I see you again?" Draco called to her retreating back.

Scarlet turned and walked backwards towards her house, "As long as your eyes work you can see me, I just can't promise you that you'll run into me again." She turned around again and called to him without turning her head, "But chances are we will run into one another. This is a small town, after all."

Draco continued to watch her as she walked into the house before he turned to walk back down the street. He went back to the hotel he was staying in and considered writing to Ginny's mother. But, to be truthful he didn't know what to say.

"I think I found your daughter?"

"You know that daughter you thought was dead, well actually she might be living in Greece!"

"You might want to travel to Greece to see a girl that might be your daughter or she might just be a rather attractive female that looks how your daughter might look after not seeing her for so many years."

For some reason none of those seemed right to Draco. Instead he chose to throw himself onto his bed and try and keep his mind off of Scarlet. It didn't work though, it turned out Scarlet was stuck in his head for the near future. He happened to nod off in all his thinking and even then she haunted his dreams.

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She questioned why she gave that boy the time of day. She questioned why she let him walk her home. She questioned why she told him her name.

She had only one answer. And it wasn't an answer she wanted to admit to, not in the least.

But, it appeared she might actually have liked him. She might have wanted him to know where she lived. She might have wanted him to know her name.

She might have wanted him to want her like she wanted him. After being in Greece for so long it was nice to see a fair skinned boy with blonde hair. It was nice to know that she wasn't the only pale freak in the world.

It was just nice to see him and she didn't know why she felt that way. After years of looking at boy after boy and dismissing them, it seemed she had found one she actually wanted to keep around.

And at the same time she knew she couldn't keep him around. He was, after all, just vacationing. He would be leaving in a week or two and what good would it do to get attached?

But the thought of not seeing him again while he was in Greece wasn't acceptable to her. She had to see him again. She felt drawn to him and she hated and loved that feeling all at the same time.

And she was scared of that feeling. Scared of him and the possibility of him. Scared of the thought of him leaving and scared of the thought of always remembering him.

And scared to be having any feelings at all.

But, now was not the time for her to worry about a boy as she had chores to do around the house. She immersed herself in her chores to keep her mind busy and happened to finish earlier then she meant to.

She was reading when Alastrina got home, but she immediately noticed the look on her face.

"A boy?"

Scarlett blushed, "He insisted on walking me home."

"I've seen a boy insist on walking you home before when you didn't want him to." Alastrina told her. "And he never made it very far."

Scarlet arose from her chair and put the book back on the shelf. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tell Jason that. He wouldn't look your way for days after asking to accompany you home."

"He didn't think that I knew about what his family thought of walking a girl home." Scarlet replied. "He didn't think I knew that walking a girl home was the same as declaring your intentions for her. I don't want any intentions declared for me."

"I don't blame you." Alastrina told her as she began to pull out ingredients for dinner that night, "But, did you have to hurt the boy?"

"He tried to take my basket from me." Scarlet replied with a shrug. "I had melons in there, I didn't want him to hurt them."

"So instead you hurt his melons?" Alastrina asked her with a smirk.

Scarlet snickered quietly. "He learned, didn't he though."

"I suppose he did." Alastrina told her with a sigh. "I'm going to leave you to cook dinner tonight. I'm really tired."

"That's fine," Scarlet told her with a wave. "Go away, you only get in my way, anyways."

"Just remember who taught you everything you know." Alastrina told her as she disappeared from the kitchen.

(Thanks to: inuthims, blissfulxsin, squirrel-wrath, amethyst-rose, Alexandria J. Malfoy, Tinas74, xojulesxo, linkin-park-at-heart, MorningBreaker)