Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. J.K. Rowling owns Harry,
Dean, Seamus, Malfoy, Hermione, Ron, all the teachers and the other Harry
Potter related stuff. Edmond Rostand owns Christian de Neuvillette.
Rating: G – if needs be I'll put the rating up.
Introduction
Harry wandered down the Hogwarts Express, looking into all the compartment doors to see if either Ron or Hermione were here yet. About half way down the train, Harry peered into one of the compartment windows, and nearly gasped in shock. Sitting all on his own in the compartment Harry had just looked into, was the most gorgeous boy Harry had ever seen in his life. His blond, slightly wavy hair flopped into his eyes as he turned to see Harry staring in at him, and Harry noticed his eyes were an intense blue unlike anything he had ever seen before. He smiled at Harry, who smiled back then, regaining his senses, shook himself and carried on up the train to look for Ron and Hermione. He soon found them, and quickly forgot about the boy in all the excitement of catching up with his friends, neither of whom he had seen all summer due to Dumbledore's insisting that he stay with the Dursleys for the duration of the holiday.
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Draco Malfoy stalked down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, looking for Potter. As he strode purposefully down the train, Crabbe and Goyle bumping into each other behind him, he could hear laughter and excited jabbering coming from all the closed compartment doors, people chattering excitedly about what they had done in the holidays. Soon he found the three he was looking for and raised his hand to pull open the door. As he put his hand on the door handle, he froze. Potter had just flicked back his hair, laughing at something Weasley had said. He had let it grow longer over the summer, and it now hung just slightly into his eyes, covering up the scar. His green eyes glittered with amusement and his mouth curved into a smile. And it wasn't just his hair that had grown over the summer. He himself was taller and he looked more muscled, as though he had been working out. Draco felt a lurch somewhere in his abdomen and pulled his hand away from the door handle.
"Let's go," he commanded briskly, and strode off, Crabbe and Goyle shuffling bemusedly behind him.
Rating: G – if needs be I'll put the rating up.
Introduction
Harry wandered down the Hogwarts Express, looking into all the compartment doors to see if either Ron or Hermione were here yet. About half way down the train, Harry peered into one of the compartment windows, and nearly gasped in shock. Sitting all on his own in the compartment Harry had just looked into, was the most gorgeous boy Harry had ever seen in his life. His blond, slightly wavy hair flopped into his eyes as he turned to see Harry staring in at him, and Harry noticed his eyes were an intense blue unlike anything he had ever seen before. He smiled at Harry, who smiled back then, regaining his senses, shook himself and carried on up the train to look for Ron and Hermione. He soon found them, and quickly forgot about the boy in all the excitement of catching up with his friends, neither of whom he had seen all summer due to Dumbledore's insisting that he stay with the Dursleys for the duration of the holiday.
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Draco Malfoy stalked down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, looking for Potter. As he strode purposefully down the train, Crabbe and Goyle bumping into each other behind him, he could hear laughter and excited jabbering coming from all the closed compartment doors, people chattering excitedly about what they had done in the holidays. Soon he found the three he was looking for and raised his hand to pull open the door. As he put his hand on the door handle, he froze. Potter had just flicked back his hair, laughing at something Weasley had said. He had let it grow longer over the summer, and it now hung just slightly into his eyes, covering up the scar. His green eyes glittered with amusement and his mouth curved into a smile. And it wasn't just his hair that had grown over the summer. He himself was taller and he looked more muscled, as though he had been working out. Draco felt a lurch somewhere in his abdomen and pulled his hand away from the door handle.
"Let's go," he commanded briskly, and strode off, Crabbe and Goyle shuffling bemusedly behind him.