Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club 'cause else I would

be watching it right now

broadcasting it more frequently then now

and make more than 3 seasons

So, now that's clear let's begin with the story. This is my first Winx Club fanfic and my 2nd fanfic ever.

A Touch of Magic

Chapter I: Thoughts… (Introductory)

It was a beautiful sunny day and I'd just returned from vacation. I was so happy I had seen my girls back! I really missed them. I missed Flora's plants and her soft voice, I missed Musa's music and her beautiful voice, I missed Tecna's logic and her computer and I had definitely missed Stella. Stella, the star of Alfea. At least, that's who she thinks she is, but that's what I like about her. I missed her clothes, oh God that closet! It's huge. I missed her clothes and her vanity.

So when I saw them back, I felt complete again. They were the Winx Club. No, they weren't my Winx Club. Maybe people saw me as their leader and I tried to act that way sometimes but I never forced anything on them.

Ah, and then I saw Sky back. That was … heavenly. Firstly, I was a little worried 'cause he was seen with Diaspro during the holidays; but those dark thoughts faded immediately when I saw him. He comforted me instantly and I relaxed under his touch. He made me feel like I was wanted. And that's a great feeling.

I loved him. I still do. People say "I love you" to soon; like it's nothing. In TV-series you see it very often. It's like it isn't a big deal. But it is. It's a huge deal.

To say that to someone… I never told him. But when we were together we just knew it and that was enough. We would speak those words when we were ready.

Sadly, that time never came. We never got to tell those words to each other. But I am deviating; after we saw the guys back. Well, Flora didn't have anyone but she didn't mind and I was sure she would find someone. She's very special; then again we all are special girls. I was right, 'cause Flora found someone, Helia.

Some things happened before that actually. When we said our goodbyes to the boys (off course we didn't only say goodbye) we went in the direction of the school. But then… we saw her. She looked exhausted and she was trudging herself along. I was the first to help her. We all helped her. That was my mistake.

I helped her. And she betrayed me.