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Summary: Harry Potter had the sex appeal of a tree trunk. And he was okay with that. It's too bad that all of Forks thought differently...
Edward Cullen x Harry Potter
Omigod! Did you hear?" Jessica squealed, bouncing around in her seat and immediately catching the attention of her friends, "We're getting another new transfer student this week!"
"Really?" Mike quickly perked up and wretched his glare away from a particular table that a certain Cullen sat at, "Another one after Bella?" He said out loud, knowing it was pretty much a rare phenomenon to get one new student in Forks, but two? And in the same year?
He hoped it was another girl... since Bella hadn't taken to his advances too well.
"Yes!" Jessica sighed wistfully, "He's coming later this week! And I heard he's British!" The look on her face turned dream-stricken, "I bet his accent is just so sexy!" She giggled, instantly squishing Mike's hopes the moment she said 'he'.
"Yeah, if you can even understand him." Mike grumbled under his breath, already rather put down by this mysterious 'British' transfer student.
Meanwhile, at the particular table, Alice grinned widely after snapping out of her little daze.
"Just what is so great about a British accent?" Rosalie rolled her golden eyes, easily hearing the little gossip with her enhanced senses, "We better not have another Bella on our hands!" She glared at Edward, who merely glanced away with stoic eyes.
'Not another Bella,' Alice thought happily, those emerald-green eyes fading from her vision, 'But someone better!'
And before Harry Potter could even step into Forks High School, he was already the most popular student...