Disclaimer: I only own Adaline and Marié. No one else. That privilege goes to Victor Hugo.

June 12th, 1830

Adaline POV:

It is the day of the ball. Great. Did you catch the sarcasm there? It isn't obvious at all. I will be so bored at this idiotic ball; every man will be flirting terribly. The only hope I have is that some of les amis come to the ball. I don't care who comes; I don't care if it's Enjolras or Marius or whoever. I just need someone to be here that wouldn't make me want to slap someone.

I get dressed in my blue ball gown, wishing that I had a little bit of red on it.

I have been going to all of the revolutionary meetings, sneaking out of my house quietly so that I could attend. I grab my white, red, and blue rosette and fasten it on the inside of my dress so that nobody could see it. Marié knows about the revolution because she saw my rosette. I quickly walk downstairs so that Mother doesn't get angry at me for being late. I finally arrive and descend the marble steps. I almost slip, but thankfully I don't. I plaster a fake smile on my face and attempt to wave at everyone. I don't know if my facial expression hides my absolute disgust for anyone who enjoys these parties. I look around for some people I know. Then, Alec Javert, Inspector Javert's son, steps in.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," he says in a voice that is attempting to be suave but failing miserably.

"Bonjour, monsieur," I reply. I can't do anything about it; Papa and Mama would have my head if I slapped him in the middle of the dance floor.

"May I have this dance?" I look around desperately for someone to help me. Not specifically Enjolras. I don't know why everyone thinks I like him. Gavroche is very attentive and loves to tease me about my 'crush' on Enjolras.

"You may, monsieur." I slip my hand into his and start to walk gracefully through the crowd of people. We start to waltz. I'm bored out of my mind. He's talking about how great King so-and-so is and how terrible the revolutionaries are. Little does he know that he's talking to one of them. He starts to move closer to me. "Monsieur, could you step back a little?" I ask pleasantly, trying to maintain dignity. He moves even closer, eyes filled with lust. "Please, monsieur, you're scaring me," I say as I start to try to remove my hand from his. His grip is an iron vice, unyielding.

"Mademoiselle, could I have this dance?" A smooth voice sounds from over my shoulder. I turn as well as I can and see Enjolras in a red suit. I internally smirk. Even at the rich ball Enjolras needs to wear red.

"You may, monsieur. I apologize, Monsieur Javert, but I have to go around and dance with everybody." I quickly remove my hand from his sweaty one and place it gently in Enjolras's. We start to waltz again, keeping a safe distance from Alec. "Thank you so much!" I whisper to Enjolras as we dance.

"It's fine. I saw your face from across the room, and you looked terrified. The least I could do is step in and help." I smile up at him; his blonde hair gleams in the candlelight. "A blue dress. Where's the white and red?" he asks, smirking. He loves that expression.

"I couldn't wear it. However, I did sneak a little patriotism in with my rosette." He looks at me blankly. "It's in a place where nobody would find it, hopefully." He nods his head, cheeks glowing crimson.

"I see. Again, that's not very ladylike." I roll my eyes gently.

"And again, you sound like my mother." He chuckles lightly. He spins me around and I giggle. "Would you like to go on a walk in the gardens?" I question, blushing.

"Sure. How would we get out of here, then?"

"Hmmm, I have an idea. We could pretend that you stepped on my foot and you wanted to apologize in a more private setting."

"That could work. I'm sorry beforehand, though." I shake my head.

"Ouch!" I exclaim. I'm a really good actress, for some reason. I walk outside to my family's private gardens, Enjolras on my arm. "So, Enjolras, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

He nods and does the first laugh that I've seen from him. "Are we playing Twenty Questions?" I smile and shake my head yes. "Well, I'm 24. You?"

"Have you ever realized that it is impolite to ask a lady her age?" I ask, pretending that I'm appalled at his question. He blushes and runs his hand through his curls. "I'm just kidding with you. I'm newly 24; my birthday was the 6th of June." (A/N: I wonder how bad it would be if your birthday was June 6th and you got shot and killed on your birthday. Probably really bad) "Another question. How did you and the others meet?"

"Well, we really have no clue how. We all are university students, so we attend classes together. I had been reading a book and then Marius saw me and started talking. We met everyone else later."

"Oh, so you like to read, then?"

"Hey, you get two questions in a row?" He shakes his head at me, tutting. "And to answer your question, yes I like to read. Not as much as Combeferre, but I do enjoy a good book. Now my two questions: do you like to read, and when did you realize the King's rule wasn't good?"

That last one is a hard one. "Well, for the first one: yes. I would read any book I could get my hands on. Second: well, I probably knew it in the back of my head for a while, but when Inspector Javert tried to hurt Gavroche, my thoughts were clarified. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, it does. You know, I think little Gav sees you as a mother," he replies. "Obviously Courfeyrac is Gav's father." I smile. Gavroche is so adorable that my heart goes out to him every time I see him.

"That's adorable! Hmmmmm... this is hard now."

"I have a question," Enjolras says as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. He fiddles with his messily tied black cravat.

"Well, then ask it," I say, "that's the whole point of the game."

"Oh haha. Very funny." I grin at him. "My actual question: have you ever been in love?"

Wow, that's a hard question. I think back to every man that I've met before. I think of love. The face that swims up behind my closed eyes is the same as the man that's sitting next to me. Holy-I'm in love with Enjolras? This isn't good. "Ummm, yes." Enjolras's sky-blue eyes narrow.

"Who?" Oh no. This isn't good at all. Not good, not good, not good!

"Why do you get two questions now?"

"Please answer my question?" His eyes stare into my hazel orbs, staring into my soul.

"Fine... it's you." Blushing, I glance at my feet that are walking through the gardens without looking at Enjolras. I hear his footsteps stop. I spin around and hesitatingly look up at him. His eyes are as wide as francs. "Moving on... if you have been in love, who is it?"

He freezes like a deer in headlights. "Umm-uh-I-uh-um-you?" His voice raises as if it's a question. My body clams up; I feel like my heart has stopped pumping, lungs stopped breathing. He looks at my eyes and then his gaze drifts down to my lips and back up. I step closer to him, my eyes staring up into his. I look at his lips, examine the way he bites his bottom lip nervously. "Adaline, may I kiss you?" he asks softly, hands on mine.

"Yes," I whisper, my voice barely carrying over to him. He dips his head and our lips touch gently. My hands move up behind his neck and his go to my hips, pulling me closer to him until only a centimetre separates us. We part when air becomes a necessity, foreheads resting on each others. "Wow," I comment.

"Wow," he replies, breathless. I smile and he smiles back. 

Then, our moment was broken by my mother's screeching. "ADALINE!!!!!!" I whip around, Enjolras following me a second later and stepping in front of me slightly. Phew, she's not here and didn't see anything. I walk with Enjolras back through the gardens and into the ballroom. My mother's hand clamps down around my wrist. I wince. Enjolras, as if feeling that something is wrong, spins around slightly, lips parted in a slight O.

"Yes, maman?"

"What do you have to say for yourself about you leaving Monsieur Javert alone to go gallivanting off with some... random stranger!?!?!?" I cringe. I can see Alec's sickening grin from where he's standing a mere five feet away.

I look up into my mother's cold eyes. "Well, he asked me to dance and I agreed because, normally at these fantastic balls, you want me to dance with everyone in sight." Hidden sarcasm drips from the word fantastic; sarcasm only Enjolras can hear. "And, maman, can you please release my wrist? It's starting to hurt." She immediately releases my wrist as if I burned her.

"You will apologize immediately and go upstairs for bed. And you-" here she looks at Enjolras as if he has stripped down to his underwear in the middle of the dance floor-"will leave the ball. Promptly." I sigh softly.

"Je suis désolé," I say to Alec, not really meaning it (A/N: Je suis désolé = I'm sorry). Enjolras walks by me, but not without saying a goodbye. I say goodbye back and start walking up to my room. I close the door, happy that I'm out of that suffocating ball. I smile. Enjolras kissed me!! He really kissed me!

I take off my dress and remove my rosette from it. I place my rosette in my drawer with all of my, ahem, unmentionables. I smile as I put my nightgown on. That ball would have gone on for hours. I'm glad that I was sent up to my bedroom as well. If Enjolras just had to leave, I would have been in my own personal hell.

Ping. I sit straight up in bed as I hear a faint sound coming from my window. Ping. There it is again!! I walk over to my window and see Enjolras standing there, launching pebbles at my window. I open the window and whisper quietly, "What are you doing? What if you get caught?"

Even in the darkness I can still see his smirk. "Well, then I'll just have to make sure I don't get caught. And as for what I'm doing, I'm saying a proper goodbye. See you in two days. I'll be counting the hours. One last thing, are you okay with keeping our relationship secret from the boys?" I nod my head and blow him a kiss. He blows me one back and disappears into the shadows. I sit at my window and watch him leave. Then, I walk back over to my bed and fall asleep, dreams of Enjolras and I filling my head.

Author's Note: I don't know if Enjolras is a little OOC, as I haven't read the book yet and I really don't know how he is with girls, other than that he doesn't allow them in Les Amis and he doesn't believe in love. It's not in the movie a lot. Well, they finally kissed!!!! I need a ship name for them. Also, I'm planning on making the first rally (the one with Gavroche singing that amazing part) sooner than it is in the movie. I'll make it in March of 1831, so their relationship has been hidden for at least 9 months. Hopefully that's okay with you guys!! Vive le France!!

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