Title: Haute Couture
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I also don't own any fashion brands that may or may not be named in this unless it obviously sounds made up.
Summary: Non-magic! Harry Potter was always the strange one. He didn't care for wrestling or boxing. He was more interested in the finer arts. Severitus!
Pairing: possible HP/LM, HG/RW, HG/DM, NL/DM, NL/LL, DM/LL among many moew
Warnings: None for this chapter.
(Chapter) Rating: T
Words: 893
Haute Couture
Prologue
"Filius, look at that one…" Minerva whispered in his ear.
Sharp blue eyes swept over the young person once more and he couldn't help but feel as if this was the person who would make the modeling agency shoot off into the high fashion world. And there she was, in the most unlikely place that he could ever see.
A quaint little fish and chips stand.
Long luscious black hair framed a slightly feline face and solemn green eyes stared forward through round, ugly glasses, glazed over by boredom. Thin as a rail and flat as a board, the perfect build for a model. She had gorgeous cheekbones that reminded Filius of a young Brigitte Bardot. Her skin was flawless and to Filius' eyes, poreless. She was at least six-foot-one.
The only flaw was a thin scar on her forehead in the shape of a lightening bolt.
"She's beautiful," Filius murmured and he was only slightly surprised that he hadn't noticed her before.
Minerva nodded in agreement and she continued to stare at the woman. She could only imagine what Albus would say when he got a proper look at him. She knew Severus would be pleasantly surprised as well.
Well, not pleasantly but…
"There's something about her…something vaguely familiar," Minerva said, under her breath and she couldn't quite remember what.
She was only somewhat aware that Filius was nodding in agreement and she looked over the young woman one more time. She had to make a decision and she knew that she would probably never, ever see someone as beautiful and extraordinary as the woman in front of her.
"I will go and speak to her," Minerva decided and the short man sitting across from her nodding in extreme excitement.
The older woman schooled her expression into an open expression. She was quite used to fixing her expression to fit a particular situation and she had been for years.
She had been a world renown model in her time.
Minerva approached the stand and the woman looked up, sharply and blinked at her. A charming yet dry smile spread across the woman's face. Minerva was unnerved by the sheer prettiness of the model though she did seem to be slightly…broader up close. It was strange, her dimensions.
"Welcome to Little Fishers and Chips, how may I help you?"
Minerva's mouth dropped open and she lost her composure.
This…person in front of her had spoken in a low register, decorated in a posh London accent despite the fact that they were currently in Little Whinging, which was about forty five minutes from London despite the fact that they were only in Surrey. He smiled at her and gave a breathy giggle.
"You're…you're a young man," Minerva coughed and she quickly gained self control of her facial features and the boy smiled.
"That is correct."
"I do apologize for my behavior," Minerva apologized and the boy coughed and shook his head, as if it were nothing at all that Minerva had mistaken him for a woman.
"It's okay. I get that reaction quite a lot when people find out that indeed have male genitalia."
Minerva raised an eyebrow at the young man. He was a sarcastic fellow this it was all in good fun, she could see. He would be fun to work with, she was sure and the possibilities of him modeling were absolutely endless.
"Your name is?"
"Harry."
"Well, Harry, have you ever thought of modelling?" Minerva asked and the question seemed to have shocked Harry into a silent stare.
The man cleared his throat and gave a nervous laugh before shaking his head. Harry wrapped a lock of ebony around his finger and he stared at Minerva with a tilted head. He cleared his throat and gave a loud sigh.
"No…no, I haven't."
"You have excellent bone structure and you are indeed, very beautiful. I believe that you would have a great chance in being the face of many fashion magazines," Minerva said and Harry shook his head and he cleared his throat.
Minerva looked at him in surprise.
"I don't think that's right. I'm just a simply suburban boy. I don't know anything about fashion. I don't have a chance at being a model, of all things," Harry said, softly and Minerva leaned forward and slammed the agency's business card on the ledge and Harry jumped at her forwardness and her obvious stubbornness.
"I think you do. Think about it, young man and when you've finally decided, give the agency a call," Minerva commanded and Harry frowned at her.
"Do I ask for Minerva McGonagall?"
Minerva looked at him in surprise and Harry's alabaster skin turned slightly red. Minerva raised an eyebrow and she gave her a tight smile as she realized that he must know who she was and that he did nothing something, a little at least, about the fashion world.
"That's correct, young man. I expect a call within the week."
She turned on her heel and didn't give him no for an answer. She was quite sure that he was staring after her in complete shock and a slight smile played on her lips. She sat down across from Filius again and the man looked overexcited and he leaned forward, eyes quite wide.
"So? What did she say?"
"I believe he's interested," Minerva said with a completely straight face.
It took everything in her not to laugh at the completely incredulous look that graced Filius' wrinkled face.
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A/N: You now see a side of me that you've never seen before. I'm taking a break from my OTP: HP/TMR and/or FemHP/TMR and taking a try at HP/LM. It really depends on how that's going to work out. As you can see from the pairing list, it's going to be a bit a like a sit-com or like Valentine's Day the movie. Lots of different people will get involved though how and when is debatable for most except for Lucius, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Albus, the Hogwarts teachers, and Severus.