Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Smallvill.
Pairings: one-sided Ginny/Clark, Harry/Clark.
Song: Call me maybe? Carly Ray Jepson.
They were only in Minneapolis for five days when Harry and Ginny met Clark Kent. The handsome small town, farm boy. Both were struck by cupid's arrow. Harry was too shy to admit his feels. But Ginny wasn't. She started to pursue Clark with every womanly trick in the book. While dragging poor Harry along.
Clark was as excited about the new residents as everybody else, but after a while he started to notice the redhead following him around everywhere. He was kinda creeped out. But then he noticed the raven haired beauty she was dragging around. The poor thing. He couldn't help but be fascinated by his jade green eyes and slender figure. He wanted to talk to him. Without the creepy red head.
Harry fell in love with the blue eyed farm boy the first time he saw him. He just wanted that strong and masculine body to ravish him. That wouldn't be hard because he himself was small and delicate. It's awful that neither knew that they both thought the same thing.
Ginny was so anxious when she saw that Clark hunk boy Kent. Walk her way, and she completely forgot about Harry. That lasted only the 10 seconds for Clark to reach where they were sitting. Ginny fluttered her eyelashes at him, while Harry looked down from his coyly. Ginny was about to talk when Clark turned to face harry and gave him a piece of paper.
"I know we just met, and this might be crazy. But that's my number. So, call me? Maybe?"
Harry was too stunned to talk so he just nodded. As Clark left Harry turned to a leering Ginny.
"Well, this turned out better than I expected." Making Harry blush, but smile as he looked down at the folded paper. He had to admit it to himself. Moving to another country was a brilliant idea.
An old fic I had lying around thought I'd share, and announce that I'm back and still looking for a beta!