"There will never be a better day for me to remember, than the first day I met you."
-->Pine wood smoke-->Crisp mountain air-->The smell of George Weasley-->Sandalwood and Lavender
"It does not matter where I have been. All that matters is that I am here now, and that I will not be going anywhere. Ever. I will always be by your side, from this moment forward."
Draco Malfoy had just gotten off the Hogwarts Express. The smell of smoke that came from the steam engine immediately introduced itself with his nose. Beneath the smell of the smoke, he caught a whiff of an all to familiar scent, and he immediately knew who it belonged to. None other than Amara Withers. He could have spent the whole night standing next to the train and letting his thoughts become clouded by the mere scent of her, but his father would be unhappy if he found out that Draco had been missing for the start-of-term feast all because he was mooning over the smell of a girl he couldn't even call his own. That's right; the girl whose very scent intoxicated Draco Malfoy was not even his, she was Potter's. If it weren't for Potter dating her at this very moment in time, Draco would have immediately asked her out at the first moment he caught the whiff of her scent. She walked right past him, her hand in Potter's, their fingers laced together. It made Draco angry to see, and he damn near whipped out his wand and challenged Potter to a duel to prove who the better man was here.A heavy hand on his shoulder had stopped him, and Draco looked over to see his two closest friends, besides Amara, standing next to him. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle had been Draco's friends since he had first come to Hogwarts, quite the same as Amara. Crabbe had his heavy hand placed on Draco's shoulder after seeing how rigid Malfoy had become from seeing Potter and Withers together. Draco was grateful, but he would never admit it. He was a a Slytherin for crying out loud; why the hell couldn't he shut down the emotions he was feeling? Why couldn't he be more like his father? Hell, why couldn't he be more like his godfather, Severus Snape? Draco would swear on his life that he had never seen his godfather smile, and it would be the complete truth. Shrugging Crabbe's hand off his shoulder, Draco tried not to think about how good Amara looked and how good she smelled when she had brushed past. But of course, he did.~-~Elara Black stepped off the Hogwarts Express, a smile on her face as she caught the familiar scent of the surrounding land that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sat upon. She felt almost as at home as she felt at the Burrow, with the Weasley clan. She was glad to be returning to the school that her father had attended when he was her age. It made her feel as if she was getting to know a part of him that he had never gotten the chance to reveal due to the fact that he was taken to Azkaban Prison when she was only four years old. It was then that Arthur Weasley had found her and brought her to the Burrow. In more ways than one, Arthur and Molly Weasley had saved her. Elara did not know where she would be today if they hadn't taken her in. Behind her, she could hear the Weasley twins, Fred and George, laughing as they too stepped off the train. Not far behind was Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. Harry had gone off the be with his girlfriend, the Slytherin girl, Amara Withers. Elara knew how Ginny felt about the whole relationship, which just caused her to further disapprove. A Slytherin dating a Gryffindor. It wasn't unheard of, but it certainly did complicate things, at least that's what Elara thought.She began to walk towards the boats that would be taking all the students to Hogwarts this year, and she was nearly knocked off her feet by someone running into her back. "Oi, best watch your step there, love," she said, turning to look back at the person who had run into her. It was none other than George Weasley, whose twin was laughing a few steps behind him. Apparently, Fred had pushed George into her. Not that she minded, but she would much rather she had been the one to run into George, not the other way around. Seeing the awkward pause, Ginny came to Elara's side, linking arms with her and continuing and pulling her along towards the boats, where the whole Weasley clan, Elara, and Hermione climbed into one boat. Elara was seated at the front, facing the water as she looked out at the rest of the boats that were ahead of theirs. The Hogwarts castle glowed with bright light, welcoming all old and new students back. Already she was looking forward to the start-of-term feast.
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