Only A Look

Chapter Six

Holy Bloody Shit

Bill whipped around to see the smile and the eyes that had plagued him constantly for the past two days. He was stunned, and he was glad to see she was as shocked as he was. Bill pulled himself together.

"Uh, hello. I'm Bill Weasley, I guess I'm going to be training you as a Breaker," Bill said quickly.

"Very nice to meet you. I'm Sofia Anderson," she replied very professionally.

"Bueno, I guess I will let you get to work. I do believe that you have a lunch to attend. Do have a nice day, and I will see you around the bank, si?" Sr. Zitz asses, absolutely clueless to the sparks flying between the eyes of the two young people standing in front of him.

"Gracias Senor," Sofia said to Sr. Zitz.

"So…er…nice to see you again," Bill said to the girl with the amazing legs, as he felt the heat rise through his face.

"Yes, I am most definitely glad to see you again," she replied slyly. "So you hungry?" As she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bank.

"Wait, wait! Where are we going?" Bill asked worriedly.

" I got here yesterday and went for a walk, and saw this little café right near the entrance to Muggle Malaga. We are supposed to get to know each other right? After all we are going to be spending a fair amount of time together right?" she said as they walked down La Calle de Suenos, the Spanish version of Diagon Alley.

"You have no idea," Bill responded.

"Why do you say that? Its not like my training will take that long? Will it?" Sofia asked reluctantly.

"Well, err, see, it is traditional that the trainer and the trainee, well, that they live together," Bill said as quickly as he could have.

"What?!?!?!? How is that poss………Why wouldn't they tell me this?" a shocked Sofia asked.

"There is a whole theory behind it," Bill explained. "Some trainers believe that you should have to break a charm to even get into your own flat, or even open the cupboards in the kitchen. This was you are always prepared, and it gives you more practice than what we do at the bank."

"Well, then I guess we had better get to know each other right away then! Ah! Here we are! Do you speak Spanish Mr. Weas…"

"Whoa! Whoa! My dad is Mr. Weasley, call me Bill. We are flat mates, remember. Although I have to say, I have never had a flat mate quite like you. And no, I don't speak Spanish. I was going to put a spell on myself a little later, so I could," Bill interrupted.

"That's OK! I do, without a spell though!" Sofia said. "What would you like to eat?" she asked as they sat down.

"Well, my brother's girlfriend said they have the best seafood down here. So some of that would be good. After all the Bank is paying for our food since the Ministry is paying for our flat."

"Perfect! I was peckish for some seafood as well. Looks like we have at least something in common. ¡Camarero! Dos platos de mariscos por favor, y una botella de vino rojo de casa tambien," she said to the waiter.

"What did you just say?" Bill asked, clearly impressed.

"Well, I ordered two plates of shrimp, and a bottle of the house red wine. I hope that is okay?'

"Of course! It sounds wonderful," Bill responded, and then added silently, But not nearly as wonderful as you. As he surveyed this amazing creature sitting across from him, she looked awesome. Not that she could look anything less than perfect. Today she was dressed in deep red robes over black slacks and a charcoal gray turtleneck. All that hair was pulled up into a knot at the back of her head. He noticed that all of the colors weren't visible. All you could see was blonde curls. "Wow," Bill said, he thought to himself, but apparently not.

"Wow what?" Sofia asked innocently.

"What! Um, uh, er…" Bill said stupidly, realizing he had indeed spoken out loud.

"You said WOW! What are you so amazed about?" Sofia said. "Plus you are gaping at me like an idiot."

Bill blushed crimson. "Your hair. It's, well, amazing." Now it was Sofia's turn to blush. Bill made a mental note that she was absolutely adorable, as she blushed all the way to the tips of her ears, and downcast her eyes. SO far neither of them had mentioned Diagon Alley, of the fairly obvious sparks shooting between them. Not to say the others in the café hadn't. The servers kept walking past their table, in absolute awe of the passion that lay on the table between them. Just as she finally looked up, their food and wine arrived.

They ate in silence. Each stole glances when they thought the other wasn't looking. They were each avoiding talking about Diagon Alley. When they had finished their dinner and a considerable amount of wine. They looked into each other' eyes, and smiled. Could he be ANY cuter? Sofia thought to herself. The server brought the check and Sofia gave his her ID from the bank. When the server brought back her ID, they silently stood. They began to leave "La Calle" to head to their flat.

"You know we have to talk about it," Bill said. "Something happened in Diagon Alley, I don't know what it was, but I know it was the best thing that ever happened to me." He said it in what his family called his Head-Boy-Voice. He thought that if he said it like that then he would actually get it out.

"I know we have to talk about it. I am just completely terrified. And I'm not scared of anything," Sofia responded. She stopped, and grabbed his hand. It was like a jolt of lightning. A shock traveled from his heart to her. Bill didn't know why but he pulled her toward him and………