Eyes For You
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Beta: xErised. Any existing mistakes are my own.
Author's Note ('09): I didn't mean for the prequel to be more than a chapter, but it got so long. I had to split it up. And thanks to my BFF once again for ALL the help. This story is obviously an AU. Harry kills Voldemort in 5th year instead. It fits better with everything. Originally, Voldemort wasn't going to exist, but I thought 'what the hell' and kept him. Hope that doesn't bother people. AND since I used songs that were in the '00s, this story is set in 2008. After this, it's 2009. ^_^
A/N ('10): A year has passed, so here's a way better version of this story. I was never really satisfied with the original that I posted. And sorry about my portrayal of Ginny; I made her so slutty. In the next story, I'll make her badass. Anyway, enjoy the new scenes. ^_^
CHAPTER 1
May 5, 2008 (Monday)
A year ago, Harry and his friends swept into the Ministry to save Sirius; Harry didn't expect what came next. Sirius fell into the Veil, and Harry had enough power to kill Voldemort once and for all. Joy ran through Harry about the end of his destiny, but the sudden loss of Sirius came crashing down on him about a month later. Harry felt so alone; he realized he didn't have anyone to share what he was going through, who would understand him.
Now almost a year later, Harry still felt alone. He was able to move on from Sirius' death, but he wanted to feel that happiness again. He wanted to be a normal teenager, who did normal things like sneaking out at night without looking for trouble or dating even. For the first time in his life, no one was trying to kill him, so the 'normal teenager' role was lived out…for the most part.
One night during the Christmas holidays, Harry had a little revelation. He noticed he was staring more at the half naked Quidditch players in his magazines than the actual articles. To say he was freaked out would be an understatement. The next day, he gave all his Quidditch magazines to Ron…except for the holiday special editions. He couldn't part with those.
The next few weeks just got worse for Harry. He woke up extra early, so he could be alone when he showered. There was no way he could shower with his dorm mates without taking a few peeks. He couldn't be around cute guys for an extended amount of time, or he would get nervous. The worst was in Potions when he was partnered with Draco Malfoy. To his horror, even Harry had to admit the blond was a walking wet dream. Then the unthinkable happened, he found out Malfoy was seeing Terry Boot from Ravenclaw.
Luckily, Harry figured out a way to stop all his crazy thoughts. He didn't think he was gay. For all he knew, it was just a phase. Plus, everyone would be horrified to hear that their Savior was homosexual. Harry knew how the Muggles felt about gays and that the Wizarding World was more tolerant. But he just didn't want to be more different than he already was.
So as he walked into the Great Hall towards the Gryffindors table this morning, he knew he was making the right decision. This has to make me normal…be happy.
"Hey, Gin," Harry said as he stopped right behind her.
The girls surrounding Ginny Weasley started giggling along with her. Harry wanted to run.
She turned around to face him. Finally, he's paying attention to me. Ginny was nothing but ecstatic about the possibility of being with Harry Potter.
"Yes, Harry," Ginny responded.
"May I speak with you outside?"
"Sure, Harry," Ginny replied.
She got up from her seat, and they walked outside in silence. Harry knew he was doing the right thing, even if he still glanced at the male population more than he should. I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right thing. I'm-
"Harry, did you want to ask me something?" Ginny interrupted his thoughts.
They stood next to the fountain in the courtyard. Harry looked at Ginny, inwardly chanting that she was at least tolerable. It's now or never.
"We've known each other for a long time, right?" started Harry. Why is picking up girls so awkward?
"Yes," Ginny purred.
She had a good idea where this was leading to.
"Well, I think it's about time our relationship moved to the next level."
"You mean…" Ginny trailed off.
Harry took a deep breath; he hoped that he wasn't making a terrible mistake.
"Would you be my girlfriend?"
There was a moment of silence until…
"AHHHHH! Of course! You didn't even have to ask. I would love to be your girlfriend!"
Before Harry could say anything else, Ginny ran back inside. Harry chased after her and watched as she ran to the Great Hall. She wouldn't?
Once inside, Ginny yelled, "Harry Potter is off the market! I'm officially his GIRLFRIEND."
Harry stopped outside the Great Hall wishing the floor would open up and swallow him. He couldn't believe Ginny had announced it to everyone at breakfast. He slowly walked inside and saw everyone turn their heads toward him. Some people were clapping while others were laughing at the hysterics of Ginny Weasley. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table to see Zabini, Parkinson, and the others pretending to vomit from Ginny's antics. Glancing over to the left of Parkinson, Harry caught Malfoy's eyes. Why does he look so despondent?
Draco ignored the Weaselette. He could care less about the screaming Gryffindor, but her words did sink in. He turned his head towards Potter and couldn't turn away from those eyes. Why did he get with that harlot? She won't be good for him. He tried to keep his face blank, but he knew his eyes betrayed him.
Ginny was still gushing over the news with her friends when Hermione and Ron came into the Great Hall.
"Hey, Harry. Why does my sister look like Christmas came early?" asked Ron.
Harry ignored Ron and Hermione's questioning stare and looked over at Ginny and her friends, horrified. What have I done?
May 24 (Saturday)
A few weeks had passed since Harry asked Ginny out. They were the hot topic around Hogwarts and the rest of the Wizarding World. Rita Skeeter tried to get an exclusive a few times before scampering off thanks to Hermione. Later, it was revealed that Ginny's friends gave her the scoop about the new couple. Harry was not too thrilled about that, but he couldn't fault Ginny for her friends.
Other than that, Ginny was ecstatic to be Harry Potter's girlfriend; Harry…well, at least he wasn't hounded by the other girls anymore. Though in the last few weeks, he had to fend off Malfoy a little more than normal. Malfoy was being extra vicious in taunting Harry about his relationship with Ginny. Harry didn't mind; it got annoying sometimes, but Malfoy was a distraction. If Harry was busy fighting with Malfoy, then he didn't have to spend time with Ginny and her giggling friends who liked to talk about boys all the time. I may be gay, but I'm a manly gay. I don't need to hear about their boy problems.
But today, Harry couldn't escape his problem with Ginny. The previous night, Harry came back into his room and found Ginny sprawled on his bed. It was not a fun way for his best friend to waltz in at the time. Ron started to yell, Ginny fought back and Harry kicked both of them out.
Then that morning, Ron gave Harry a big spiel about the rules of dating his sister. Harry had to reassure him that he firmly believed in marriage before sex. Ron seemed to believe his words as Harry really did believe in that except when it came to true love. Hmm, yeah. That will not be happening with Miss Weasley.
Harry was in the corridor of the Great Hall and about to walk in when he heard Malfoy and his crew.
"So Potter," drawled Malfoy as he began his daily routine, "have you popped Weaselette's cherry yet?"
"Leave me alone, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood."
Harry continued on his way inside and strolled quickly to the Gryffindor table.
Draco and his crew of sixth year Slytherins followed Potter.
"Not in the mood, eh? I'm sure you tell her that all the time," laughed Malfoy along with his friends.
Harry stood in the middle of the Great Hall and counted to ten to lessen his anger and lust. Why must I think of his tongue whenever I hear his voice? Just because he's hot doesn't mean I can lust after his witty tongue. Damn, I got it bad.
"Some of us are fortunate to not be like you," Harry bit back.
"Beautiful? Yes, I know. How lucky that it is I who was bestowed this beauty," Draco haughtily proclaimed.
Harry turned around. Everyone in the Great Hall stopped what they were doing and watched the heated conversation. It had been a while since the students got to watch Harry and Malfoy argue in the Great Hall and luckily, the professors weren't there yet. The last fight was on the fourth floor in which Harry had a certain body part hexed to be double in size and Malfoy was covered in honey and yellow feathers.
"You are so full of yourself," Harry scoffed.
He noticed everyone was watching and hoped it didn't turn into an incident like the fourth floor.
"I've never denied it but back to the topic at hand," said Draco at which he sauntered up to Potter.
They stood between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables staring down at each other.
"I don't blame you from touching her. From what I've heard, she's been around the Quidditch pitch as often as the snitch."
While Malfoy was speaking, Harry couldn't help but get angry. He didn't know why, but after last night and this morning, he wanted to shut everyone up about sex. It's not like it's a sport and someone was going to get a trophy.
"I'm surprised she hasn't popped your cherry yet," Draco couldn't help but add in.
"That's it!"
Harry lounged at Malfoy and took him down, landing on top of him. Harry tried to get some punches, but Malfoy was swiftly blocking them with his arms.
Draco got the upper hand, and he was on top of Potter trying to stop him from fighting.
All the while, the students were egging on Potter and the Slytherins cheered their Prince. Professor McGonagall walked into the Great Hall to see her students out of their seats and hollering.
"What is the meaning of this?" McGonagall called out.
No one answered her. She marched through the crowd and made it to the center. She spotted the trouble makers instantly.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy! Stop this ruckus at once. I will not have my students acting in such behavior."
The surrounding boys from Gryffindor and Slytherin pulled the two apart. Draco glared menacingly at Potter while Harry couldn't even look at Malfoy. Both boys were a little disappointed of letting it get that far.
"Both of you will serve detention tonight and tomorrow night after dinner with your respective heads of house. Now, go to your tables."
Harry and Draco took one last look at each other before walking to their respective tables. If only…
The professors had had enough of the constant fighting between the boys. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape had agreed to meet with Professor Dumbledore in his office to discuss about possible solutions. They were both tired of losing house points and spending countless nights in detention with them. It was after breakfast they decided to corner Dumbledore.
"Albus, you must stop this at once," Minerva began as she entered the room, "The school year is close to the end, and their fighting has escalated beyond hexing to acting like a bunch of barbarians."
"Minerva is right," agreed Severus, walking in right behind her, "As much as Potter deserves detention, even I am getting weary of watching him every night."
Albus looked at his two favorite professors. He had heard about the scuffle this morning and was in the process of thinking of a solution. It just so happened they came in at the right time.
He held up a bowl of candy and asked, "Lemon drop?"
Minerva and Severus stood incredulously in front of his desk.
"Have you not heard what we said, Headmaster?"
"Oh, no, my boy. I heard the both of you, but do not worry. I have everything under control." Albus popped a lemon drop into his mouth.
"And what is that precisely?" asked Minerva.
She always hated it when Albus spoke vaguely; it usually meant no one was going to find out. She watched as Albus' smile grew and that everlasting twinkle in his eyes brightened.
"It appears, Minerva, that he is not going to tell us," Severus concluded.
"All in due time, Severus. All in due time," Dumbledore said cryptically while picking another lemon drop.
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