DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my characters and my ideas. Nor do I own the lyrics, it is Duffy and the song is Seriously.

Poidle: To lurk like a creeper (just if you were wondering)

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I woke up the next morning to someone pounding on my door with incredible force and music pounding all around me. I blinked a few times, trying to abate my tiredness and finally got up out of the comfort of my bed. I walked over to the door that sounded as though it was about to break off its hinges, opened it slowly and cocked my hip to the side. I bit my lip, trying to hide my surprise at seeing Abel Vondurri oustide of my room.

"Morning princes, sorry to wake you, but we do have a day to play out here," he smiled, stepping into my room.

"Leave," I hissed, rolling my eyes. He just laughed and blatantly walked in. When he didn't listen to me, I stalked over to him and tried to push him out of the room.

"Aw, look at the little girl, she's trying to get me out of her room!" he teased, ruffling my hair. I glared at him and tried even harder. He just laughed and enveloped me in his arms. He was warm, and I felt safe in his arms.

"Let me go," I mumbled into his shirt with no conviction. He let me go with one smooth movement. I felt a heat fill my cheeks. "Thanks." He nodded and smiled.

"There, how was that, princess?" he asked smoothly, as though I was five.

"Get out of my room!" I hissed, pushing him out. This time it worked and he skipped lightly out of my room. I sighed, closed my door and bit my lip. What the heck was I doing? I was supposed to hate this guy and here I was, waiting for him to wrap me up again. I shook my head and walked over to my trunk. I pulled on a pink tank top and a pair of jeans. It was something that Narcissa would not approve of, but she would have to deal with it.

After I checked my hair in the mirror, I walked out of my room, surprised to find him waiting patiently outside of my door. He winked at me and frolicked to my side. "What are you doing?" I asked coldly, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him.

"What?" he asked, trying to be innocent. "I thought you would like me hanging outside of your bedroom."

"Oh, yes. I just love it when boys poidle outside of my door!" I screeched, walking down the ornate staircase. I could hear his heavy footsteps following my own light ones.

"I knew you would!" he said excitedly. I glared at him, but didn't say a word and listened to the music that was pounding around me.

"I always wanted to see the colors of your destiny. I always wanted to know a flower that would grow. Serious, serious."

"Calm your glare down. I won't hang around if you don't want me too," he said as he stepped down to my side.

"It's not that," I said quickly, looking into his deep green eyes. "It's that . . . ."

"It's that what?" he asked, trying to extract something from me.

"I don't know. It's just. Tristan's really overprotective and you know how he would react if he saw a guy standing outside of my bedroom door," I whispered, looking at my feet. Abel nodded and smiled, not saying a word.

"I'm a trophy on your arm, you wear me like a charm, yes you do. An accessory that suits your new suede boots. I got a feeling deep inside. Something just ain't right. I got a feeling that lets me know, baby you never show."

"There you two are!" Tristan called from the bottom of the staircase. I looked away from Abel and smiled down at Tristan. "I was starting to worry if you two had left the house or not."

"No. I just took a while to get up," I said cheerily, walking down the staircase and not even chancing a look back at Abel.

"Well, I would suggest getting down here," he called to both of us, smiling widely.

"Why?"

"Because we're getting ready to have a game of football." And with that, he turned away, leaving Abel and I alone again.

"Football?" Abel asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

"It's a Muggle sport. I don't like it, so I'm not going to play," I said, smiling at him.

"Oh."

I nodded and ran the rest of the way down the stairs.

"How you really feel for me. Tell me, can we ever be serious, serious in love? A joke on my expense, in front of all your friends, all the time. A game you like to play leaves me solo every day."

Abel and I were sitting on the staircase outside of the house, talking and laughing while everyone else played football. "So, how long did you play this sport?" he asked, laughing at how well I knew the games rules.

"Only a year. But you do know that it is Europe's biggest sport!" I said loudly, laughing at his face.

"How can this be Europe's biggest sport? There's no structure in it!"

"That may be so, but it's fun."

"I thought you said you didn't like it."

"I don't but that doesn't mean it's not fun!" He smiled and nodded, watching my every move. I smiled and him and jumped up, grabbing his olive hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked, jumping with me. I put a finger to my lips and ran inside, glad to feel his warmth next to mine. "All right, I am not going any further until you tell me what we are doing!"

"I don't know. I just wanted to come inside. Plus, I could tell you didn't want to be out there anymore," I laughed, letting go of his hand and jumping up on the counter top.

"You were right about that, Lestrange." He smiled, jumping up next to me. He grabbed my hand and I could feel heat rising in my body. He leaned in closer to my face and before I knew what was happening, his lips were against mine. I felt sparks on my lips and I didn't want them to stop.

"I got a feeling deep inside, something just ain't right. I got a feeling that tells me I know baby you never show. How you really feel for me. Tell me can we ever be? Serious, serious in love? Serious, serious in love? I got a feeling deep inside, something just ain't right. I got a feeling that tells me I know baby you never show. How you really feel for me, tell me, can we ever be, tell me. Serious, serious in love? Serious, serious. Serious, serious. Serious, serious."

He pulled away and smiled at me, his green eyes brilliant with something I didn't really understand. "How was that Lestrange?" he asked cheekily, laughing. I nodded and wrapped my other hand around his.

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-Ed