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The scenery behind the window was a moving blur, green and blue mixing into something you couldn't quite make out.

"-When I was in Spain I saw this gorgeous designer bag that I just had to get. Sure, it's muggle made, but I'm telling you it's absolutely to die for...-"

"-And again I can't seem to shake off the drowsiness. Do you think I might be sick?-"

"-My parents had a laugh about that nutcase Harry Potter...-"

"-Honestly, I'm scared going back to Hogwarts. That Harry Potter is completely off the rocket!...-"

And it went on and on and on. The Slytherin compartment was full of gossiping young males and females, but you didn't feel like joining in the conversation. Lazily, you stared out the window with unblinking, tired (color) eyes, your arms crossed over your chest.

"-My father is furious-" Ah yes, Draco Malfoy. Even if his arm was wrapped around your waist, your side practically pressing to his, you refused to look at the ice blond boy. You refused to even listen to him.

You were always known as the stoic Princess, never really saying a word just looking down at people as if they were ants. You smiled frequently, though most of the time it was as fake as your intolerance for mudbloods and bloodtrators - in all honesty you didn't care about any of that pureblood-mudblood crap, but being a popular Slytherin left you no choice but to shut your mouth and silently agree with the popular beliefs.

Just like now.

Draco was never the best boyfriend, but he respected you. Or so you thought.

Just thinking about what happened a few weeks prior made your blood boil, skin heating up red. You frowned at the window, disliking how close Draco was to you.

And yet he was as oblivious to your displeasure as anyone else on the train. After all, you were (Name) Chavarone, of the Italian strictly pureblood family that had positions of high ranking officers and Death Eaters by the dozens, whilst he was Draco Malfoy, his history similar to your own - you were a match made in heaven. This was how it was meant to be. This was how it was supposed to be.

"(Name), are you listening?" The annoying voice of Pansy made you immediately snap to her. She was the reason of your hatred. She was the reason why your last two weeks of summer vacation were ruined.

If only she hadn't snogged Draco, then maybe you'd still consider her a friend.

But alas, you couldn't push her away, even if she backstabbed you. You knew she liked him, but for him to like her too-

Enough, (Name), calm down you thought, mentally exhaling and fixing a pained smile on your pretty face.

"Sorry, I was a bit... Dazed." You finished after a light pause, narrowing your (color) eyes to stare her down. She smiled, shaking her dark head lightly.

"It's alright." She assured "I can understand why." She added, her eyes sparing a glance at where Draco's arm rested, but quickly looking away.

Again, you couldn't push neither her, nor him away, even if you wanted to so badly.

"What were you discussing?" You figured taking your mind of the betrayal will do you good. After all, you couldn't just stare out the window forever and ignore everyone around you - people will start to think you're as crazy as Harry Potter.

"Potter." Draco spat his name.

"And what did he do now to deserve a bashing?" You questioned. Draco's gaze hardened.

"What do you mean 'what he did'? He's a lying psychopath-"

"Let's not start naming liars, Draco" You deadpanned, narrowing your eyes at him. Your patients was running low "Because I have a very long list that starts with you." You finished, turning back away from him, leaving him and Pansy wide eyed.

Blaise Zabini watched you closely from the side lines, not being able to hide the smirk that started to grow on his tanned face. He shook his head.

"Looks like the Princess isn't so keen on forgiving, Draco." He inquired.

"Shut it, Zabini." The said boy glared, snapping to you "What's gotten into you? I thought you were over that."

"It seems you need to pay better attention to your girlfriend, or should I not claim this title anymore?" You clenched your jaw, abruptly standing up "scusi mi, I'm going for a walk."

And without saying another word or looking back, you yanked open the door and stepped out the compartment, slamming it shut behind you and leaving the Slytherin complex completely.

Anger still evident on your face, your fists shook as you power walked through the crowd of Ravenclaws who were curiously eyeing what you were doing. If you were walking past their compartment it meant that Draco and the rest of the Slytherin elite would follow after you shortly, but... No one was tagging by your tail.

"Hey, (Name)!" Some boy greeted you, falling into step with you. Discomfort was evident on your face as soon as people began to crowd you. You began to regret leaving Draco and the rest, even if his presents at the moment made you sick.

Throwing a couple of excuses their way you managed to pass the annoying Ravenclaws. They didn't seem to dare follow you to the Gryffindor side.

You inhaled slowly, looking around. The chatter that echoed in your rival house died down a bit, curious glances being sent your way. You tried to ignore the nasty feeling of being examined and put on display - you rarely had to deal with it alone, usually Blaise, Draco or Pansy would be by your side to keep you balanced.

"Bloody hell..." Ronald Weasley murmured, catching you standing in the corridor "Isn't that Draco's girlfriend?"

"Great, can't wait to see what that git will do next..." Ginny mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting for the ice-blond male to show up.

"Oi! Watch your language!"

...But he didn't.

"Hey, do you think she's okay?" Hermione asked, glancing out the compartment window at your shaky form. Gryffindor's were chatting you up, yet your answer seemed short and forced "She doesn't look that well..."

"What do you care?" Ron frowned "She's a Slytherin..."

"That doesn't mean she isn't human, Ronald." Hermione shot back.

"Last time I checked she was there when Draco called you a m-" he shut himself up, unable to say the word. His eyes portrayed worry, but soon morphed into annoyance "-you know what he said, and she did nothing to stop him!" he finished, looking at his best friend, Harry Potter "You were there too Harry. Remember?"

His friend was unable to answer.

Harry's green eyes stayed on your form, unmoving, as he carefully watched you through the little window pain. He knew what you were feeling at the moment - like you were some sort of animal at a zoo. He could relate to that, seeing as most of the Wizarding World thought he was insane.

"Harry?" Ron called. As if struck by lightning, the Boy Who Lived jumped up and went straight out of the compartment, leaving the door open "Harry?!"

"She came here to see me." Harry stepped in the ogling crowd.

Everything went quiet.

His house mates seemed to take a step back as if Harry carried some sort of plague, staring at him with fear and annoyance, and then looking at you. Your face was just as surprised as anyone would expect - Harry wanted to hit himself. Of course, you wouldn't play along, what in the hell was he even thinking-

"I didn't see you at first." You spoke slowly, colour returning to your face "Though I lost you."

It took a minute for Harry to process what you said. His cheeks began to heat up.

"Yeah, I, ugh, should've told you where we were sitting before we got on the train." He said awkwardly.

The crowd around you dissolved, heading back to their seats and closing the doors behind them. You still felt their gazes eye you from time to time, but for now, you and Harry Potter were standing alone.

Never in a million years you had though Draco's biggest foe would be standing this close to you, even more, help you!

You gazed into his beautiful green eyes, for a moment forgetting that you were just saved by Slytherin's number one hated person on this planet.

"Sorry." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head "I- you just seemed like you needed some help, and I know what it's like to be put on display like that so, ugh, I just-"

"Thank you." You murmured, the corners of your lips stretching into what seemed to be a timid smile. Your (color) eyes briefly casted down, trying to hide the sudden embarrassment you were feeling.

Much worse, what he had done cannot be undone. Word will spread fast, and you expected Draco to burst into the Gryffindor waggon furious.

But for some strange, unexplainable reason - you didn't care.

"I should probably go back." You suddenly spoke up after a pregnant silence and Harry's awkward fidgeting. He nodded slowly, offering you a lame smile "Thanks again. I'll be seeing you around, P-" You cut yourself off, fixing your mistake "-Harry. I'll see you around, Harry."

"You too." He said, his eyes following your retreating back.

Sighing, still a bit aloof, he got back into his seat, shutting the door behind him. He was greeted with wide eyes and dead silence.

"What?" He questioned, suddenly irritated.

"What?" Ron repeated "What!? Harry! Do you realize what you just did?!"

"I helped a girl?" He raised a brow.

"No, not just any girl!" Ron fired up "Draco's girl, Harry, oh bloody hell mate..."

Harry understood what Ron had in mind, but... He still didn't feel like he did anything wrong.

~*~

The feast had finally begun after the short pink dressed woman gave a speech that inclined that you were all five year olds.

Just like any table, the Slytherin one was rowdy - welcoming the first years and explaining why Slytherin was the best house out of the four.

You didn't join the conversation, and neither did Draco.

Blaise was sitting by your side along with the said grey-eyed boy. From where you were sitting he along with you had the best view to the Gryffindor table, and as if luck was on your side, you noted the cherry face of Harry Potter.

Draco had noticed your absence from the chatter, and following your gaze he frowned.

"First you go see him and now you can't stop looking at him?" He spat, glaring at you. You snapped at him, frowning and scooting away.

"I didn't go to see him - I was trying to get away from you. He just so happened to be in my path." You explained yourself "And besides, I thought you didn't care."

"What gave you that idea?" Draco frowned.

"I can think of a couple of reasons...." You declared, taking a sip of your pumpkin juice and trying not to look at him. Instead, you looked straight again, this time meeting eyes with the said boy who had caused all this conflict in the first place.

Harry blinked owlishly, finding it hard to look away. Your eyes were captivating.

"Alright you two love birds." Blaise bugged in "Don't fight in front of the children." He motioned to the first and second years that still weren't used to such public bickering.

"Fine." You cut, setting your cup down "Draco, amore, may I please have a word in private?"

He wanted to throw his hands up in frustration. Holding back an annoyed sigh, he stood up and you followed after him, leaving the Great Hall in seconds.

As the doors of the Great Hall shut, the chatter was drowned down, now only background noise. The castle itself was quiet, only the paintings in the Grand Staircase buzzing, but even that wasn't enough of a distraction.

You swept his form up and down, lastly stopping at his silver eyes that you have grown to love over the years you two have spent together. You felt at loss of words now that you finally had him all to yourself, and suddenly you felt a cold chill pass the areas where his hands should be.

Your heart became heavy, gulping you came a bit closer to him, feeling drawn by his gaze and the warmth he admitted.

It all seemed to happen fast - one minute you saw his brilliant face and the next it all became dark and blissful, his lips tasting sweet and being unbelievably tender to your own. His palms cupped your cheeks, bringing you just a bit closer and taking your breath away.

After what seemed like eternity, he broke the contact, his lips still hovering above yours.

"I don't want to fight with you..." He murmured, the hot air tickling your lips "Ti amo." The words spoken in your native tongue made your head spin - he knew just what buttons to push to get what he wants.

And you knew that he knew what effect he had on you.

But...For some strange, unexplainable reason - you let the grudge go, opening your heart to fill with his love once again.

"Ti amo anch'io" you breathed out, forgetting about the pain he had caused you and just enjoying the blissful moment that his kiss provided.