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Chapter 2: A Stolen First Kiss
"This train is freakin' huge!" I exclaimed.
"Watch your language, Rorie." Mum said sternly.
"Come on, Mum, 'freakin' isn't a bad word. It's not like I said-"
"All right, that's enough, Rorie. Try to set a good example for Allie, huh?" She scolded.
I nodded. "Right." I looked down at Allie, who was holding my hand. "Sorry Allie." I said.
"It's okay." She said.
The train whistled. "Okay, now, Bree, make sure you take care of Rorie, she hasn't been to school in four years. Make sure you help her find her classes and make friends. And please stay out of trouble." Aunt Mona said all in one breath.
"And don't forget to have fun, and date lots of boys." Mum added. "Preferably Slytherins or Ravenclaws." She winked at me.
Bree and I laughed as our mothers hugged us. "If you don't like it, write me, and I will take you out right away." Mum whispered in my ear.
I nodded, pretty sure that wouldn't happen. I was ready to go back to real school. Besides it's not like I'm going back to my old school. I would be fine.
I felt a tug on my hand,and I looked down and saw Allie looking up at me sadly. I bent down. "Hey, don't be sad." I said.
"But you're leaving and I'll miss you." She said.
"I know, but I'll be back before you know it. I promise. And you and Mum will have fun while I'm away, you probably won't even miss me."
"You're coming back for Christmas, right?" Allie asked, a tear slid down her face.
"Yes." I said wiping her tear away.
"I promise. Now, are you going to be a good girl for Mum?" I asked. She nodded. "You promise?"
"Yes." She said. The train whistled again. I hugged Allie tightly. "I love you." She said.
"I love you too, Allie." I said keeping the tear ready to escape my eye in.
I got up and hugged Mum again. "Take good care of her, okay." I said.
"Come on, Rorie, we gotta go." Bree said.
"All right." I said. "Bye guys, see you in three months."
Bree and I hurried to the train. As we were looking for seats, we ran into a very good looking black boy. "Hi Blaise." Bree said.
"Bree, you look amazing." He said smiling.
"Two minutes we've been on the train, and you're already kissing arse?" Bree asked smiling too.
"You know me." He turned his attention to me. "But you don't. Hello there, beautiful."
"This is Rorie. Rorie, this is-"
"Blaise." He said taking my hand and kissing it. "Blaise Zabini."
"Nice to meet you." I said chuckling.
"Hey, back off Zabini, this is my cousin. She's not like the sluts you're used to." Bree said. "She's got class and she's not easy to impress."
"Well, are you Bree?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows, which caused both me and Bree to laugh.
"You know by now that I'm not Blaise." She answered.
"Lucky for me,I've got charm that will impress you for sure." He said.
"I know I am right. So are you beautiful ladies sitting with us?" Blaise asked.
"No." Bree answered.
"Why not?" He asked. Which is also what I was wondering, I liked Blaise he was funny.
"Because of who you're sitting with." She said.
"Right, I forgot you hate my best mate." Blaise said nodding. "Well, then I guess I'll see you guys later then."
"Yes, you will." Bree said. Blaise gave us a wink and walked off.
"You like him." I said as we kept walking.
"Who? Blaise? No I don't." She said quickly.
"Bree Hastings, don't lie to me. I know you better than anyone else, and you like him!" I said.
"Fine, maybe a little." She admitted. "It's not obvious, is it?!"
"Well, it's not discreet." I shrugged.
"Oh, no! I must look like those other pathetic girls pining after him!" Bree exclaimed as we found an empty compartment to sit in. She plopped down on a seat.
I said across from her. "Don't worry, you don't look pathetic, it looks like he likes you too." I insisted.
"Really?!" She asked.
"Yeah. I mean I don't know him, but it seems like he likes you." I said shrugging.
"Huh." She said, thinking it over. We were silent for a few moments. "Rorie, are you scared?" She asked.
"Yes." I said truthfully. "I mean the last time I was in school...but I'm ready to go back."
"You know you can count on me for anything, right?" She asked.
"Of course. You are my best and only friend."
"Hopefully that will change." Bree smiled. "I mean the 'only' part. I always want to be your best friend."
"You always will be." I said.
We spent the next hour talking about random things until a trolley filled with sweets came around. I got a few Licorice Wands and some Chocolate Frogs, and Bree got some Pumpkin Pasties.
After we finished eating, I drifted off into sleep. Before I know it Bree is shaking me awake. "Come on, Rorie, we're almost there. We need to get our uniforms on."
I yawned as I sat up. "All right, I'm up." I said.
When the train finally stopped, we were ready to go. We got off the train with a crowd of other students. For a second, I thought I saw a flash of platinum blonde hair, but as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, so I assumed I imagined it. My mind was playing tricks on me.
We ran qucikly through the light rain into the carriages pulled by thestrals. While in the carriages, Bree and I excitedly talked about me hopefully being sorted into Slytherin, and if not that, Ravenclaw.
The carriage stopped and we got out. In front of me had to be the most amazing place I'd ever seen. Hogwarts was ten times bigger than my last school. "Come on." Bree chuckled, pulling me into the castle. We were met with a crowd of students yet again.
"Any new students, over here for sorting!" A woman whose gray hair was in a tight bun shouted over the students.
"Good luck." Bree whispered to me as I made my way over to the woman. When I was almost there, I collided with someone.
"Sorry!" I said quickly, hoping the person wouldn't be mad. I couldn't have enemies on my first day there. I looked up to see a very good looking guy, who thankfully didn't look mad.
"Don't worry about it." He said smiling.
"Thanks." I smiled back.
"I, uh, should go get sorted." I said gesturing over to the woman.
"Good luck." He nodded, still smiling.
"Thanks...again." I giggled nervously.
"You're welcome...again." He chuckled.
I nodded and quickly walked towards the woman. There were only three other new students, and all of them looked younger than me. We followed the old woman into a giant Hall with four long tables that were being filled with students. There was also a very long table where it seemed the professors sat.
We stood with the first years waiting to be sorted. The first of the new students to be sorted was a girl in fifth year named. Eliza Harding who was sorted into Hufflepuff. Then there was Brandon Irian who was sorted into Ravenclaw. I watched as he went to sit down and I saw the guy I had bumped into greeting him. Ravenclaw wasn't looking so bad. Then it was my turn.
I walked up to the stool slowly, a little nervous. As I sat down, I could have sworn I heard someone say "Gorgeous". I quickly looked around, but saw no trace of platinum blonde hair. My nerves must be getting to me.
"Hmm," A voice that I knew was the hat that was placed on my head said. "Where to put you?" He asked.
"Slytherin." I thought.
"Slytherin, huh? Are you sure." It asked.
"Very positive." I answered impatiently.
"All right then...SLYTHERIN!!!"
I hopped off the stool and ran over to Bree happily. "You did it!" She exclaimed.
"I know! I'm so excited! I can't wait to tell Mum!" I said beaming.
I was on a high the whole feast. I was back at real school with my best friend, I had already met a cute guy, and I was sorted into Slytherin. Nothing could bring me down.
After the feast, Bree had to show the first years around, since she's a prefect, so she just told me to follow the rest of the Slytherins to the common room, and she'd meet up with me there.
So, there I was walking with others when I hear from behind me. "Well, hello there, Gorgeous."
I stop dead in my tracks, there is no way he is here, he can't be. But sure enough when I turn around, there is Blondie with a smirk on his stupid good looking face.
"You?!" I exclaimed.
"Before you ask, no I'm not stalking you. I've been going here for the past six years, so you must be stalking me." Blondie said.
I scoffed. "Oh please! Don't flatter yourself!"
"But I'm so good at it, Gorgeous. Almost as good as I am at kissing." A sly grin appearing on his face.
"You know, you've got a lot of nerve Blondie." I said taking a step closer. "How dare you steal my first kiss?!"
There were people stopping to see what was going on, but at the moment,I couldn't care less.
"What the hell does that mean?" He asked.
"It means I had a kiss. A first kiss, and you stole it when you kissed me! I was saving my first kiss for someone smart who had top grades and knew where he was going in life!" I explained angrily.
"You hadn't had your first kiss yet?" Blondie asked surprised.
"That doesn't matter anymore, Blondie, cause you stole it!"
"And how did I steal it again?" He asked smirking.
"By kissing me! You took what wasn't yours, Blondie!" I exclaimed.
"Fine, Gorgeous, if you're so upset, you can have your bloody first kiss back." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. It was even better than the first time.
I pushed him away. "You can't give a first kiss back, it's already gone!" I said. "But you can have the kiss you just gave me back, because I don't want it."
I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him. Well, really, I gave his kiss back. Blondie put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me back. This was amazing. Or terrible.
I pushed him away again. "What am I doing?!" I exclaimed, then I walked away quickly before Blondie and I could somehow kiss again.
I watched as Gorgeous walked away. I couldn't help but notice how nice her arse is. My lips tingled from kissing her, just like last time, but this time I could feel it so much more. Probably because more kissing occured this time. For someone who hadn't had their first yet, Gorgeous sure was a good kisser.
I can't believe Gorgeous is here at Hogwarts. I didn't think I'd be seeing her soon, but it must be fate that she switched to the same school as me.
I think I like her. There's definitely something about her that attracts me to her, and it's more than just her looks. It could be her fiesty attitude, or the way she calls me Blondie. I'm not too sure what it is, but I'm going to find out somehow. I feel like this could be something.
I came to realize I was still standing in the same spot that Gorgeous left me. I also realize that people are still staring. I continue walking towards the Slytherin common room with my best mate, Blaise.
"What was that all about, mate?" He asked.
"You remember that girl I was telling you about that I snogged last week at the park? Well, that's her." I said.
"That's her?! She's hot!" Blaise exclaimed.
"I told you." I shrugged.
"Wow." He muttered.
"I want her, Blaise," I said. "I want her really bad."
Blaise snorted. "All right, good luck with that, Draco."
"What, you think I can't get her?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. She's not your type and she's out of your league." He said.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, come on. Tell me she's not the type of girl you usually go after. She's the kind of girl looking for a relationship, not a one night stand."
"I don't want to just shag her once." I said.
"Fine, she's not the type to just fool around for a few weeks. She wants more than that." Blaise said.
"All right, but how is she out of my league?" I asked. "I'm the best looking guy in seventh year."
"You know, I'm in seventh year too." He said.
"And what does that have to do with anything?" I asked impatiently.
Blaise sighed. "Anyways, what I mean is, from what I can see she's really smart, extremely sexy, and not at all easy to impress. I mean didn't you tell me she was reading at the lake? Does that sound like the kind of girl who would waste her time on a playboy like you?"
"She might be." I said, not as confidently as I wanted.
"She's not." Blaise said bluntly. "Even if she was, she probably wouldn't go for you anyways."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because her cousin is Bree Hastings." He answered.
"Yep, Bree introduced us on the train. I still can't believe she's the same girl you kissed."
"But Bree hates me." I groaned.
"Yeah, she does. So I suggest you forget about her cousin." Blaise suggested as we entered the common room. "We're not the kind of guys to have serious relationships anyways."
"Yeah, right." I said. But Gorgeous was still on my mind. No matter whose cousin she was, I still had to have her. Maybe I could convince her I'm not as bad as Bree makes me out to be. Yeah, that's what I'll do, I'll convince her that I really am a good guy, and she'll fall for me.
"Uh, Draco, did you hear me?" Blaise asked.
"Huh? No." I shook my head.
"I said are you going to hang out here for awhile?" He asked.
"Nah, I'm going to head over to the Head's dormitory so I can get settled in. I'll catch up with you later." I said leaving the common room.
I was made Head Boy this year, the only downside was that filthy Mudblood, Hermione Granger was Head Girl. But I didn't plan on spending too much time in the Head's dorm anyway, especially since my plan to make Gorgeous fall for me was going to be put into effect tomorrow. I wondered if she'd be impressed with me being Head Boy? Well, it won't hurt to show her my badge.
I entered our common room, and there was Granger sitting on our couch reading some stupid book. I don't know why it's so sexy when Gorgeous reads, but when Granger does it, I'm disgusted. Probably because I hate Granger.
I tried to walk past her like she wasn't there, but she suddenly spoke. "Malfoy, we have a prefect's meeting tomorrow at lunch, don't miss it."
"Whatever." I said, and continued walking.
"You know, I hate this as much as you do." She called as I walked up the stairs.
"That's impossible, Granger." I called back.
Only about twenty minutes later, I'm lying in bed, still thinking about Gorgeous. What was it about her that made me crave her so bad? Why did I need have her? I barely know the girl, and I already want her to fall for me, why was that?
I guess the only way to find out it to get her to want me too...