Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. I wish they do anyway.
*grin*
My first fanfic ever. Be kind and please review.
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"Do you have nothing better to do than to stand in the middle of an extremely busy platform?"
Haruka Tenoh turned around to find the source of the voice, which was so full of sarcasm and finding a teenage boy around sixteen who had blonde almost white hair and the most conceited look on his face.
"How nice of you to ask," she answered sarcastically. "In fact, if I had something to do, isn't it obvious enough that I wouldn't be standing here listening to your sarcastic remarks. Thank you for asking and making my day anyway."
"Why you… Just get out of my way," the blonde boy said and started to walk away from Haruka.
"Hey, blondie," called Haruka after the blonde boy who clearly didn't think too highly of her sense of humour. "I'm not finished with you yet."
He turned around, looking furious while gripping onto something in his pocket with his right hand.
*Why do I think that it's a wand you're holding onto blondie? I don't even need to check to know that I'm correct. If you knew who I was, you'll be holding onto it with dear life, that's for sure* thought Haruka to herself.
"WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME BLONDIE???" he was fuming and Haruka could practically see smoke coming out from his ears. "I have a name!"
"Well, you didn't tell me yours, so that's all that I could call you with," said Haruka with a strange calmness that dawned upon the blonde boy as uncommon.
"Name's Draco. Draco Malfoy. Malfoy to you," said Draco with fury filled voice.
"Real nice to meet you Draco. Would you be nice enough to tell me how can I get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters?" asked Haruka with ease, smiling, not bothering with the dark look that Draco was shooting at her for ignoring his remarks.
"Why do you think that I'll tell you, *BLONDIE*?" asked Draco and left without another word or glance at Haruka.
"Boy, are you a friendly one," muttered Haruka under her breath, trying to see where Draco was heading towards but she lost him in the crowd. She sat down on a bench that was situated in between Platform Nine and Platform Ten, uncertain of what she should do next.
Draco calling her a boy just now had not bothered her at all, unlike other teenage girls who would have been outraged to be seen as a boy although they may have all the correct curves in all the correct places. More slim and muscular than she was curvy, most people mistakes her for a boy and truthfully, she likes it that way. It gave her some upper hand over guys that wouldn't have thought twice about taking advantage over any girls that crossed their paths. In addition to that, she had the strength of a guy and the temper of a lioness, while having a magical background. With the way she is now, nobody would dare to even try to take advantage of her…
"Hey."
Haruka looked up and saw a black haired boy with the greenest eyes smiling at her, reminding Haruka of someone who used to mean so much to her.
"Couldn't help hearing you talking to the one and only Draco Malfoy earlier on, who is always nasty and has never done a good thing in his whole life," he said with a wide grin on his face. "Glad to finally hear someone answer back to him. I'm Harry Potter."
Haruka looked at Harry scrutinisingly and only then did she realise that there was a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, hidden behind his unruly black hair. "THE Harry Potter?"
Harry blushed, causing his cheeks to turn a light shade of pink. No matter how long it has been, he still isn't used to all the attention that he attracted just because of the lightning bolt scar and being famous because of surviving You-Know-Who's Death curse. He had been getting this kind of reaction since he found out that he was a wizard at age of eleven but it still made him feel weird, being famous for something that he didn't remember doing. "Yeah, the one and only."
"Don't be embarrassed," Haruka said, smiling at the sight of his pink cheeks. "It's nice to know that you are still humble although you are a household name in the whole wizard world. Glad to see that despite all the fame, your feet is still rooted on the floor."
Harry smiled and quickly decided that he liked Haruka. "What's your name?"
"Haruka Tenoh," she answered. "I presume that you're going to Hogwarts too. Do you know where is Platform Nine and Three Quarters?"
"You're not from around here are you?" Harry asked, taking note of her exotic features and her name that was so different, ignoring her question.
"Nope," Haruka shook her head while trying to get a few strands of her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. "I'm from Japan."
"Wow!" exclaimed Harry. "That's like halfway across the globe. Hermione would really love to talk to…"
"Sorry to interrupt but Harry," said Haruka hurriedly, hoping that Harry wouldn't be offended with her interrupting him. *When was the last time I had actually thought of what others would feel?* That thought surprised Haruka. "But it seems that we're real close to missing the train since it is about time."
"Oh my," said Harry while glancing at the big clock on the wall of the platform. "Come on then. We'd better hurry." Harry grabbed Haruka's hand with his free hand while pushing the trolley that was full of his things with the other. The moment he touched Haruka's hand, he felt a sensation that he could not describe. He did not even feel like this when he was kissing Cho Chang. He glanced at Haruka out of the corner of his eyes who was managing very well with running and pushing her trolley at the same time. Her face was flushed and Harry couldn't help but think that Haruka did look beautiful.
*What was I thinking there? He's a guy Harry. You're in love with Cho, so you're definitely not gay. But what is this I'm feeling?*
Harry was confused with his own thoughts while preparing to go running into the barrier with Haruka by his side. He would never get used to it no matter how many times he had done it so he closed his eyes in anticipation.
Haruka was speechless at Harry's action of running towards a brick wall that was inches away from her. *Here goes nothing.* Haruka closed her eyes, trusting Harry without thinking that maybe Harry had meant to harm her in any ways at all.
Author's note: There is still more to come but please review so that I don't feel like hiding under a pile of dirty clothes. Thanks in advance. Hate it or love it, tell me all the same.
My first fanfic ever. Be kind and please review.
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"Do you have nothing better to do than to stand in the middle of an extremely busy platform?"
Haruka Tenoh turned around to find the source of the voice, which was so full of sarcasm and finding a teenage boy around sixteen who had blonde almost white hair and the most conceited look on his face.
"How nice of you to ask," she answered sarcastically. "In fact, if I had something to do, isn't it obvious enough that I wouldn't be standing here listening to your sarcastic remarks. Thank you for asking and making my day anyway."
"Why you… Just get out of my way," the blonde boy said and started to walk away from Haruka.
"Hey, blondie," called Haruka after the blonde boy who clearly didn't think too highly of her sense of humour. "I'm not finished with you yet."
He turned around, looking furious while gripping onto something in his pocket with his right hand.
*Why do I think that it's a wand you're holding onto blondie? I don't even need to check to know that I'm correct. If you knew who I was, you'll be holding onto it with dear life, that's for sure* thought Haruka to herself.
"WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME BLONDIE???" he was fuming and Haruka could practically see smoke coming out from his ears. "I have a name!"
"Well, you didn't tell me yours, so that's all that I could call you with," said Haruka with a strange calmness that dawned upon the blonde boy as uncommon.
"Name's Draco. Draco Malfoy. Malfoy to you," said Draco with fury filled voice.
"Real nice to meet you Draco. Would you be nice enough to tell me how can I get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters?" asked Haruka with ease, smiling, not bothering with the dark look that Draco was shooting at her for ignoring his remarks.
"Why do you think that I'll tell you, *BLONDIE*?" asked Draco and left without another word or glance at Haruka.
"Boy, are you a friendly one," muttered Haruka under her breath, trying to see where Draco was heading towards but she lost him in the crowd. She sat down on a bench that was situated in between Platform Nine and Platform Ten, uncertain of what she should do next.
Draco calling her a boy just now had not bothered her at all, unlike other teenage girls who would have been outraged to be seen as a boy although they may have all the correct curves in all the correct places. More slim and muscular than she was curvy, most people mistakes her for a boy and truthfully, she likes it that way. It gave her some upper hand over guys that wouldn't have thought twice about taking advantage over any girls that crossed their paths. In addition to that, she had the strength of a guy and the temper of a lioness, while having a magical background. With the way she is now, nobody would dare to even try to take advantage of her…
"Hey."
Haruka looked up and saw a black haired boy with the greenest eyes smiling at her, reminding Haruka of someone who used to mean so much to her.
"Couldn't help hearing you talking to the one and only Draco Malfoy earlier on, who is always nasty and has never done a good thing in his whole life," he said with a wide grin on his face. "Glad to finally hear someone answer back to him. I'm Harry Potter."
Haruka looked at Harry scrutinisingly and only then did she realise that there was a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, hidden behind his unruly black hair. "THE Harry Potter?"
Harry blushed, causing his cheeks to turn a light shade of pink. No matter how long it has been, he still isn't used to all the attention that he attracted just because of the lightning bolt scar and being famous because of surviving You-Know-Who's Death curse. He had been getting this kind of reaction since he found out that he was a wizard at age of eleven but it still made him feel weird, being famous for something that he didn't remember doing. "Yeah, the one and only."
"Don't be embarrassed," Haruka said, smiling at the sight of his pink cheeks. "It's nice to know that you are still humble although you are a household name in the whole wizard world. Glad to see that despite all the fame, your feet is still rooted on the floor."
Harry smiled and quickly decided that he liked Haruka. "What's your name?"
"Haruka Tenoh," she answered. "I presume that you're going to Hogwarts too. Do you know where is Platform Nine and Three Quarters?"
"You're not from around here are you?" Harry asked, taking note of her exotic features and her name that was so different, ignoring her question.
"Nope," Haruka shook her head while trying to get a few strands of her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. "I'm from Japan."
"Wow!" exclaimed Harry. "That's like halfway across the globe. Hermione would really love to talk to…"
"Sorry to interrupt but Harry," said Haruka hurriedly, hoping that Harry wouldn't be offended with her interrupting him. *When was the last time I had actually thought of what others would feel?* That thought surprised Haruka. "But it seems that we're real close to missing the train since it is about time."
"Oh my," said Harry while glancing at the big clock on the wall of the platform. "Come on then. We'd better hurry." Harry grabbed Haruka's hand with his free hand while pushing the trolley that was full of his things with the other. The moment he touched Haruka's hand, he felt a sensation that he could not describe. He did not even feel like this when he was kissing Cho Chang. He glanced at Haruka out of the corner of his eyes who was managing very well with running and pushing her trolley at the same time. Her face was flushed and Harry couldn't help but think that Haruka did look beautiful.
*What was I thinking there? He's a guy Harry. You're in love with Cho, so you're definitely not gay. But what is this I'm feeling?*
Harry was confused with his own thoughts while preparing to go running into the barrier with Haruka by his side. He would never get used to it no matter how many times he had done it so he closed his eyes in anticipation.
Haruka was speechless at Harry's action of running towards a brick wall that was inches away from her. *Here goes nothing.* Haruka closed her eyes, trusting Harry without thinking that maybe Harry had meant to harm her in any ways at all.
Author's note: There is still more to come but please review so that I don't feel like hiding under a pile of dirty clothes. Thanks in advance. Hate it or love it, tell me all the same.
