Star Signs

I didn't see Lucius for months after, however much I wanted to. He surfaced many times on my mind, whenever I thought I had forgotten him. I kept thinking about the night in the gardens, his sweet face, his silky voice. He wrote once to say he wanted to see me again, I don't know how he got my address.

Then it was Bella's birthday. I didn't know it was coming until the day before, when she hinted she wanted to know what I had bought her. I was falling over my self with excitement. I could invite him. And that was the second time that I saw him.

I'm waiting in our hall. There aren't so many people there, which is good. There's only one person I want to be with.

That was Lucius.

The invitation was sent this morning by owl, he must have got it. And then he's there walking through the door in the robes of utmost green, sliding between the guests to get to the drinks table.

Then all of a sudden, he's standing next to me, handing me a glass of very pungent sherry suggesting that we tale a walk.

It's funny, how you meet someone and talk to them for hours, how there's still so much to say, and how half of it goes unsaid.

We sit on the lawn, feeling the wet grass seep into our clothing.

"Look," he says pointing upwards, "There's the consolation, Draco." It all seems so familiar like I went outside every night and looked at Draco, the twinkling specks of light forming a rough dragon shape.

"There's Bellatrix," I murmured, pointing up like him at the specks of light, "My sister's named after it."

There was a pause.

"Lady Bellatrix Malfoy, of course," he mused as if a very important fact had slipped his mind. "She's very nice, your sister."

Holding back the unladylike I was about to utter I come out with, "She has her days."

At this he laughs, rocking forwards his hair rippling like the moon on water, his laugh just as smooth.

He takes my hand and admits, blushing a blush that people have when they are not used to confiding their feelings to somebody else, that he had seldom met such an interesting person. Looking back now, I should have dropped his hand, shoved him in the pond and walked away without looking back at him, with his hair fanning out above the water, like spilt milk.

Instead I smile and blush back, and pluck at a piece of grass that happens to earn my attention.

The party's over. Everyone's going home, trickling out the door after visiting Bella to wish her good luck in her 20's. she was twenty today. It seems so old, as if your life has half gone already. I don't know how she can be in a good mood, knowing she's old.

I said goodbye to Lucius at the gate, Bella glaring through the window. I think that she has a crush on Lucius. Whenever she sees him she flirts and twists her long black hair around in the most irritating way possible.

"How come you always get the cute ones?" she bursts out halfway through cleaning up the sherry glasses.

"'Cos I'm blonde." I reply stubbornly, enjoying the look on her face as she gazes wistfully at my hair. That's the one advantage of Bella. She's gullible. If I told her her name meant 'muggle' she'd believe me. She doesn't know anything about star signs.

Lucius is mine. I'm not giving him away without a fight.

Middle of January,

Party's on,

All I want to,

Do is run,

Suddenly you're,

There, I forget,

You're coming,

Suddenly it's over,

The hatred,

And the shunning.