CHAPTER TWO

ADELE P.O.V.

Draco followed me and barreled down the train like a freight train. He was furious, he prized his hair above anything else, apparently it was a, "sheen of gold no one had ever seen before." On another happy occasion it was a, "silver to compare to the shade of the moon." Yeah, he loves to contradict himself.

Coming back to our nice little game of tag, with my life hanging in the balance, I was running as fast as I could from the maniac. Just then, a compartment door in front of me opened and a boy peered out, no doubt trying to pinpoint all the commotion. Being the klutz I was, I tried to jet start my brakes, but they started malfunctioning, and I tripped over my own feet to crash headlong into the poor boy in front of me.

I groaned, and opened my eyes to find a gorgeous pair of green eyes locked onto mine.

Harry.

I was struck by the similarity to another event, my very first day at Hogwarts.

I was getting thoroughly put out, sitting in the stuffy compartment. My slight claustrophobia was getting enhanced by the tittering of the girls sitting around me. Apparently, Harry Potter was on the train for his first year, too. Apparently, he was so good-looking that the girls, led by Pansy Parkinson, whose face revoltingly reminded me of a cross between a slug and a pug, could not stop raving on about his ebony black hair, his beautiful green eyes, and his alluring scar. I had had quite enough of Pugface for eternity, so I haughtily stood up to leave. She didn't like that, she was under the impression that her tale was extremely gripping, and stood up to block my way out the door.

Bad decision.

"Where are you going, Zabini?"

"Out. I though I made it perfectly clear by the direction I was going in, Parkinson."

"I think it very rude and unladylike to interrupt our happy conversation and saunter off."

"I don't think it wise to take advice on proper behavior from a common pig in an unflattering outfit." I wrinkled my nose at her hideous outfit.

"HOW DARE YOU! I…"

"I'm very sure you would have had an appropriate response, but I have better things to do than argue aimlessly with a witless troll."

With that pleasant goodbye, I left a fire-breathing pug back in the compartment and I strolled down the aisle. Feeling my stomach start to rumble, I looked around for the trolley I had already bought a number of Pumpkin Pasties from. Ah, there it was, a few steps away. Seeing as there was only one chocolate frog left, I increased my pace to a half-stroll, half-run. I must have looked quite hilarious. My gaze was on the chocolate frog and I didn't notice a compartment door open in front of me and I accidentally fell on top of him, knocking him to the ground.

He was quite comfortable actually, I felt like I had fallen on a pillow of feathers. Metaphorically, of course. The boy groaned and opened his eyes, which were a startling green, with flecks of gold and amber. I realized I had been staring into his eyes, probably looking like a stalker-child, so I smiled, which probably looked dodgy and did nothing to raise his comfort levels.

Then I remembered why I was there in the first place, food. The trolley was a hand's-breadth away, and I reached for it, not realizing the boy had the same incentive. We ended up knocking hands with each other, but his arm was longer, and he plucked the prize.

He looked at me, smiled, and offered me the frog. Looking back, I would have realized what an attractive grin he had, but my younger self had her priorities straight, food first, hot guys later.

I accepted it, returning the smile. I was not that greedy, no matter what popular vote said. I ended up taking the frog and giving him the card. This was apparently a solution that worked well for him as well, for his smile when he took the card featuring Dumbledore, was radiant.

"I'm Adele." I offered him the hand that wasn't sticky with chocolate. He shook it.

"Harry."

I blinked. I'd been staring at his face like a lunatic whilst lost in thought. Oh my god, he must think I'm even crazier now. It's just his body had felt so warm, so- no stop it Adele. You are not going to lust after Harry Potter. Why hadn't I moved instead of looking into his lovely, lovely green orbs like an eleven year old with a gigantic crush on the Chosen One?

That was easy to answer.

Because I couldn't.

While I 'd had my little trip down memory lane I'd conveniently forgotten ( how, I don't know) that when I'd fallen over and taken him down with me (Slytherins don't go down alone) we'd fallen as such that he was on top of me.

Then why hadn't he moved?

A slight frown marred my forehead as I gave him a questioning glance. He was still staring at me. I gave him a light shove on the shoulder as if to say- what are you doing, stop it.

"Hi" he said.

He wanted to have conversation? Now? When I was pinned beneath him in a corridor on the Hogwarts Express where any teacher could walk past and observe what they'd no doubt think of as a sexual escapade? I was Slytherin, they wouldn't even put it past me regardless of the fact that I had never once given them cause to believe that I indulged in that sort of thing. Being a member of Slytherin house, Blaise's twin and Draco's best friend I automatically became the sort of girl that had sexual rendezvous in broom cupboards.

"Hello" If he was crazy, so was I.

"How was summer?" His breathe was fanning my lips and I was no doubt blushing to the roots of my red hair. What was it about him that made me like this?

"Good. Fun. Great. Yours?"

His eyes darkened. "I think you know the answer to that" How stupid could I get? There were so many stories about how his adopted parents treated him and it wasn't very nicely but I didn't listen in too much- listening to petty gossip didn't do it for me.

"Right. Sorry. My summer sucked too" the words were out before I could stop them. Wait, what? Hadn't I just told him that my summer had been great?

He quirked an eyebrow and smiled at me though he didn't say anything.

"I mean, it didn't suck. I went to Albania." Did I sound like a snob? "I mean Albania wasn't that great. There were goats everywhere. They're really violent. This one time we were delayed. Because of a goat" I wanted to eat my tongue. "But like there were nice goats too. Like there was this one pair that I befriended. They were twins. Lefki and Polki. They were owned by a Greek couple. They had very nice, um…..hair." Stop talking Adele. "You know different goats have different hair. I tried to touch the hair of this one goat and it was really mean and then it butted me and I have this huge mark on my thigh now where it's horn hit me. I could show you the mark if you like-"

"I'd like that" he said stopping my rambling short. Goosebumps broke out on my skin. He had such a deep voice. I was blushing so hard I thought I was going to combust.

"Uh…."

"I bet it hurt a lot too" The intimacy of the situation we were in suddenly struck me. One of his hands was under my shoulder and the other was on my waist and I was literally struck to him like glue. It was when we'd fallen he'd tried to pull me closer. Like he was…protecting me? Okay I couldn't take this anymore. The thought of being anyone's damsel in distress irritated me more than anything. If brother dear and the Great Draconian made me irate at best what could be said for poor Harry?

"Hey!" I said brightly. "Could you please, you know, move?"

"Sure" he said a tad cooler and I immediately regretted it. He removed his hands from me and braced them on my side. His eyes locked on mine. My heart promptly started racing and my intestines felt like they were being tied up in knots by the huge butterflies I felt in my stomach. I decided to focus on Harry's eyes, thinking it might lessen the feeling of ecstasy my body was in right now. That was possibly the worst decision I have ever made in my life. His eyes drew me in, and I noticed flecks of gold in them, trapped in the mesmerizing forest of green. He was getting closer, dangerously close, tantalizingly close. I wanted to close my eyes but I couldn't, I was trapped.

"POTTER GET OFF HER BEFORE I CURSE YOU TO OBLIVION" yelled a very familiar voice.

I closed my eyes. Draco.