Authors note: If you don't like a slightly feminine Draco DON'T read this.
My Beauxbaton Beauty - Attirez-Moi
The great hall was buzzing with excitement. Today announced the start of the annual get together between the 3 magical academies. They were Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbaton (50 guests from each school excluding the hosting school). This get together lasted a week and consisted of many activities to give all students a chance to get to know witches and wizards from different parts of Europe and form a bond with the students from the schools.
The occupants of the enchanted room had hushed in eagerness to see the dazzling entrance of each school. Every year, neither school failed to please.
Harry was just another boy at Hogwarts. Just your plain average kid who liked quidditch and hated Proffessor Snape (could you blame him? He was a prick! Even Neville Longbottom thought so, well that wasn't saying much...). He was a 16 year old Gryffindor student who got on with most people.
To be honest, Harry didn't like this silly event. It's just another reason for lame activities and a stupid ball. Harry HATED balls. He couldn't dance to save his life and they were more hassle than what they were worth.
He watched Durmstrang perform and couldn't help but let out a big yawn. Some of the Gryffindors close to him glared for being rude. Hermione, his best friend, nudged him and gave him a stern look. As the Durmstrang students finished, they made their way to sit with the slimy Slytherins. 'Their own kind' Harry supposed.
He clapped empty-heartedly as the Beauxbaton students made their way into the room. Sure they were pretty but come on, year after year it starts to gets boring. Pretty or not.
Harry's eyes wondered to the scene infront of him.
There were about 20 girls who'd come out doing all kinds of fancy acrobatics. They donned a little strapless light blue leotard that had a big bow at the back of it. 'Mmm those leotards were kinda hot. Maybe this won't be so boring.'
Harry did a double take once he saw a figure that caught his eye.
'Was that a boy?!'
The boy elegantly danced his way to the rest of the girls with a big beautiful smile on his pretty face. His petite body contorted in all kinds of different motions and twists. Harry had never been so captivated by a single being in his life. It was borderline erotic.
Beautiful blonde her fell around an angular heart shaped face and framing big starlight grey eyes. It was the most beautiful face Harry had ever seen on a boy. Make that person. His beauty was the only one wearing baby blue shimmering shorts that had 2 bows on each side of them and a little white tank top. Wow just wow. Harry could feel himself follow the beautiful blonde's every move, as the blonde did a fantastically elegant somersault in the air. Their routine was very gymnastics inspired with them all doing amazing movements in synch as the blonde reached the girls at the front of the room.
'Sweet Merlin, that boy is smoking... the girls had nothing on him.' Harry shut his mouth as he realised he was gawking at the scene; he probably looked like a right twat.
The boy must have noticed Harry's idiotic state as he looked towards the direction of the Gryffindor table.
He winked at Harry.
He winked at Harry.
Harry was taken aback and felt his face heat up. He probably looked like a tomato. Great.
As the routine closed, Harry still couldn't take his eyes away from the ethereal blonde.
Everyone clapped except Harry. He was a bit too stunned to do anything at the moment and barley registered anything past the boy winking at him. The beautiful blonde boy who had noticed him.
Okay, he probably only noticed Harry because he was ogling the boy like some kind of weirdo but so what. At least the beauty noticed him.
The rest of the Beauxbaton students made there way to the usual Ravenclaw table along with the ones that were part of the routine. He then saw the blonde turn his head slightly and looking in Harry's direction and gave a shy smile.
Unluckily for Harry he was drinking and promptly spat out his drink everywhere.
"Ughh, Harry!" complained some of the students. Harry didn't register this though. All he could think about was how much of an idiot he was making of himself infront of that boy and he restrained himself from putting his head in his hands and sulking. That would be very unmanly though, so of course he didn't do it.
He watched the boy giggle cutely in his direction, dimples making themselves visible in his rose tinted lily-white cheeks. He sat down, he started talking to a girl from Beauxbatons and a few Ravenclaw boys.
Harry cursed himself for not being a Ravenclaw at this moment in time.
Then Harry made a decision;
'That boy will be his'
hehe.
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