A/N: Hola! I have been working on this story forever and now I am finally posting it. So review and let me know if you like it. Just a warning, there's some language, especially in later chapters, and bare with me on the OOCness, I have my reasons. Oh and I own nothing. Enjoy!
Viva la Vida
Chapter 1
Though famous he might be Harry Potter wasn't the brightest jelly bean in Bertie Bott's collection. He was completely oblivious to all of the goggly eyed stares he attracted from girls as he passed by them in the hallway. These gaping girls ranged in appearance, size, height, weight and age but they were all thinking the same thing: He is gorgeous.
And that he was.
His skin was so perfectly tan it seemed to be gold. His muscles bulged under silky smooth skin. His eyes (exactly like his mother's) were so brilliantly green – like looking atop a full grown forest. Harry's hair though was continually hopeless, it always looked like he had stepped right out of bed. But some girls described his jet black hair as, "A wild tangle of sexiness".
Yet and still Harry Potter (the Chosen One the Daily Prophet called him now) was clueless to all the winks and smiles he got from random girls.
One Wednesday morning at breakfast in the Great Hall, Harry wondered aloud why one of the prettiest girls in their year had cast him a rather suggestive look.
"It's only so obvious Harry," Ginny said sliding down to his side of the table for the pitcher of orange juice.
Ginny was Ron Weasley's younger sister and Ron was Harry's best friend along with Hermione Granger.
"Well you could have fooled me," Harry replied to Ginny. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Hermione looked up from her copy of the Prophet and said in a practical voice, "Don't be modest Harry, you know very well why girls are giving you suggestive looks."
Harry looked to Ron for help. But Ron was looking at him as if he couldn't believe Harry didn't understand. Harry knew if Ron understood then he was being a complete idiot. He mulled over, as he munched on his toast, why an attractive girl would smile so…seductively?
He heard Ginny, Ron and Hermione sigh in unison, "Oh, Gods."
"Harry," Hermione started, "you've grown up…a lot. And you don't look like the young boy you once were. Er…most girls now find you…er…gods, Ginny, help me here."
"Sexy," Ginny said flatly.
The piece of toast currently sliding down Harry's throat seemed to stop moving. He started coughing madly trying to get some air. Ron thumped him on the back. When the piece of toast started sliding down his throat again Harry signaled Ron to stop.
"They think I'm…sexy?" he choked in disbelief.
"Very. You should hear the way Lisa Limm goes on about you. She can get pretty graphic actually," Ginny smirked.
"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, a rather ugly look on his face.
"What, Ron? You don't get graphic when you talk about me?" Harry grinned. Hermione and Ginny snorted into their cereal.
"Shut up, Harry!" Ron cracked a smile himself.
As Ginny and Ron lapped into and argument about Quidditch (who was better guys or girls?) and Hermione back to the Prophet, Harry thought over what Hermione and Ginny had said. He was sexy?
He tested the theory. When a Ravenclaw fourth year headed toward the Hufflepuff table he caught her eye and slowly winked. She suppressed a giggle and turned all sorts of colors. She turned toward her friend and whispered something in her ear and pointed at him.
They both giggled.
Harry wished he hadn't winked. But it proved that his friends were right. And somehow that escalated his mood.
Not even when Malfoy called him Scarhead did Harry feel angry; because for every insult Malfoy threw at him, a girl threw him a smile.
Occasionally, he threw a smile back.
-:-
Dammit!
He was stealing all of the girls and Draco Malfoy did not like it one bit. He was the hot one. Everyone goggled at him. But the Chosen Devirginizer, as Draco like to call him, didn't only get girls looking at him but boys too. It made Draco nauseous.
"Draco, dahling, why are you so tense?" Pansy Parkinson said that night in the Slytherin common room.
Draco was trying to do his Charms homework but Pansy was attempting to seduce him by sitting on his lap and nuzzling his neck. He just wasn't in the mood.
"Potter. Such an arse…"
"Are you still messed up over Potter getting all the attention?" Blaise Zabini asked knowingly, swooping down from the dormitories.
Draco clenched his jaw telling himself that he didn't care about the bloody idiot. He didn't care that some of the sexiest girls in school liked him, or watched him at Quidditch practice…
"But he doesn't deserve the attention!" Draco yelled not being able to hold it in any longer.
Pansy rolled her eyes and stood up and plopped on the couch running a hand through her hair. Blaise suppressed a laugh. He sat next to Pansy who started flipping through Witch Weekly. They had been hearing a lot of complaint about Harry and they were sick of it. But they were his friends, so they listened.
"I mean he just waltzes in here thinking he's the shiniest wand in the case and suddenly he's the hottest guy in the school. That title should be mine! The Chosen One can't steal that from me. He gets bloody blokes staring after him! I never got that…and…"
"You're jealous," Pansy said flatly, not even looking at him.
"I…what…what?"
"You're jealous of Potter," Pansy said again still not looking up over her magazine.
"Absolutely not!" Draco screeched enraged. "What a load of rubbish! I have things Potter will never have – parents for one and I don't have Mudblood traitor friends, you guys at least own up to your pure blood-ship. And I am smart! Potter is completely…brainless if you will."
"If you say so."
Draco narrowed his silver grey eyes at his dark haired friend. Pansy yet and still did not look at him. Blaise wasn't much of a help either. The tall black boy was practicing his Vanishing Charm. Draco smirked, he had the Vanishing Charm down pat.
-:-
Ginny Weasley was sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Lisa Limm. Ginny was making extra notes for an oral Defense Against the Dark Arts quiz the next day. The red head couldn't stand giving up her free time studying, but her sixth year was proving difficult and she needed the free time to make sure her grades stayed even average. Lisa, on the other hand didn't seem to care.
Ginny knew that behind the book Lisa was holding she was reading a love potion recipe.
"Romilda Vane thinks we should use Amortentia. And then Harry can be our little sex slave for a day."
Ginny looked up from her notes, disgust plastered all over her face.
"That's revolting Lisa!"
"I'm just kidding! But I'm starting to think that'd be interesting…though, I've never seen such a complicated love potion."
Ginny thought it was cruel to use a love potion on somebody because it's never true love…it wears off. She didn't think Lisa even really needed the Amortentia because she was very pretty with coca skin and grey eyes, and was probably very capable of catching Harry's heart.
"Lisa, I don't think you should do this," Ginny warned.
"And why not?" Lisa shot back, tone full of attitude.
"Because you should probably just talk to him. I mean he's a very nice person."
"But what about Romilda? She wanted some of his love too."
Ginny sighed. Personally she thought Romilda was a tad psycho.
And speak of the devil…
Romilda burst from the portrait hole and came over to the two girls sitting by the fire.
"Ginny, Lisa!"
"Hi…" Ginny grimaced trying to be polite.
"How's the Amortentia research going?" Romilda asked Lisa. Her eyes were bulging in excitement. Ginny put her mouth in the crook of her elbow trying desperately not to laugh. Lisa flashed her a look and then turned back to Romilda.
"It looked complicated, but are you sure you want to do this?" Lisa asked sounding like she was inwardly praying she didn't. Ginny knew she just wanted Harry all to herself.
"Are you joking? I was at their Quidditch practice with Parvati and Lavender…" she closed her eyes and bit her lip as if reminiscing, "God I think I'm in love."
Ginny almost said something but instead told them goodnight and went up to the dormitory. She changed into her pajamas and as she slid between her warm sheets she thought how if she still liked Harry she'd at that moment be downstairs discussing the Amortentia. Ginny had given up on Harry after she realized he wouldn't come back for her after last year's break up. So she resorted to other boys and she felt perfectly fine. Though, she couldn't help being a teensy bit jealous of the girls Harry would sometimes give attention to.
She rolled over and pushed the thought away.
-:-
"We should have never told him he was supposedly sexy. I never thought he would take it this way. Harry's never been one to have an ego," Hermione said to Ginny at lunch a week later. They watched as he leaned close to a fifth year Hufflepuff and whispered in her ear.
Hermione also caught Colin Creevey and Nigel staring at his backside.
This is getting ridiculous, Hermione thought. She remembered the Yule Ball and when a gang of girls had asked him to go with them. He didn't turn all cocky then, why now? Hermione shook her bushy head and looked back down at her Ancient Runes charts.
"Lisa Limm and Romlida Vane are planning on making Amortentia. I hope Harry watches what he drinks," Ginny said.
Hermione laughed out loud.
"Amortentia is an N.E.W.T. level potion. They won't be able to make it."
But Ginny still looked concerned.
"You don't know Romlida, Hermione, she's crazy."
Ginny did have a point.
"Then again," Ginny contradicted herself, "Harry does deserve to be seen acting like a fool after being so damn cocky."
Hermione giggled and looked back over at the raven haired Gryffindor. The Chosen One. It was very true that he'd been unbearably cocky ever since she and Ginny told him everyone thought he was sexy. Her only worry though, was that Lisa and Romilda would make the potion wrong.
-:-
Harry caught Nigel looking at him on his way to Potions. Nigel blushed and quickly looked away. With a smirk Harry sidled next to him and put an arm around Nigel's shoulders.
"Nigel!" he said enthusiastically. "How are you today?"
The smaller boy shook his sandy blonde hair out of his eyes and muttered something.
Harry leaned down closer to him so their cheeks were nearly touching. "Didn't catch that," he whispered huskily.
"I'm fine," Nigel breathed.
"Good!" Harry beamed standing back to full height. He took his arm from around Nigel's shoulders and the third year went up a staircase on his way to his own class. Harry patted him on the backside. Nigel gave a little yelp. Harry winked at him.
Then just as he turned the corridor Malfoy was leaning against a wall as though waiting for him with a smirk on his face.
"Well if it isn't the Chosen Devirginizer," he said icily.
"Oh, you'd like me to devirginize you? Not a problem Malfoy…" Harry smirked back at him.
Malfoy turned even paler, his skin resembling snow.
"You know you aren't that sexy Potter!"
Harry skirted around him and said once he had passed, "Glad that you notice."
Malfoy stared after him opening and closing his mouth like an idiot.
Harry strode into the dungeons where Potions was held and sat in a seat between Ron and Hermione. Malfoy came in the room with a snarl just as the bell rang.
"Today, ladies and gents," Slughorn (back for another year) said, "we'll be brewing a Bone Growth Solution, commonly known as Skele-Grow. The best Solution will be used by Madame Pomfrey. Carry on."
The walrus-like man tapped his wand on the board and the directions appeared there.
Harry glided with Hermione and Ron to the supply closet for ingredients. Hermione gripped his arm and said, "You know Harry, you've been pretty cocky lately."
Harry chuckled, "Is that suppose to be a pun?"
"Harry! I'm being serious. You need to tone down the act."
"What act?" Harry felt kind of frustrated now. He didn't let her answer and he went off with his ingredients back to his cauldron.
-:-
There was no hope. Harry was the new lady killer and there was no way he was going to change. Harry was flirting with everyone. He made the first and second years swoon. He toyed with the third and fourth years and everyone older than that he expertly seduced.
It was madness. And Hermione had not a clue what to do.
After Potions Ron, Hermione and Harry went to Transfiguration where Professor McGonagall lectured them on the difficulties of human transformations. Hermione took notes while Ron looked out the window in a daze. She tried to urge Harry to put use to his quill but he waved his hand lethargically.
"I'm sick of notes," he said. He stared right in front of him at Lavender's exposed neck.
"But this is important!" Hermione whispered trying to distract him…too late. He leaned over and blew on Lavender's neck. She let out a piercing, earsplitting shriek.
"Miss Brown!" McGonagall barked. "Is there a reason you are shrieking in my class?"
Everyone was looking at her now. She shook her head and said, "Sorry, Professor, I hit my knee."
Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes and adjusted her square glasses, then went back to her lecture.
Hermione glared daggers at Harry but he wasn't paying attention. Lavender had turned around to see who blew on her neck, saw that it was Harry and turned back around trying not to giggle.
Harry looked back at Hermione, grinning.
"This is what I'm talking about! You can't just keep making girls keel over whenever you feel like it!"
"Oh but I can," Harry said in a particularly suggestive voice he had never used with her.
She scrunched up her nose and turned back to her notes.
At dinner Harry sat with a gang of girls that included Romilda Vane and Lisa Limm. Hermione hoped Ginny would keep any goblets from either of them away from Harry. But from the looks of it the two obsessed girls were trying to impress him with their wand-work.
Hermione leaned into Ron and said, "We need to do something about him."
"Who?" Ron said thickly.
"Harry of course! He's acting ridiculous."
Ron swallowed whatever was in his mouth.
"There's no stopping him, 'Mione. Dean, Seamus and Neville and me have tried. 'S hopeless."
Hermione rubbed her temples, her eyes squeezed shut.
There had to be something.
-:-
Draco's head was in his folded arms on the Slytherin table. He was watching, from across the hall, a certain Gryffindor being entertained by giggling girls.
So unfair, he thought, that should be me. I should have him trying to impress me.
"I swear to God, Draco, if you do not stop wallowing I will hex you to the moon," Blaise said thumping the blonde on the head.
"Shut up!" Draco replied. "And I'm not wallowing."
"Then what do you call it?" he asked cocking an eyebrow.
Why was Blaise so bloody smart? What was he, a mind reader?
"That's what I thought," Blaise said triumphantly.
"Really Draco, this is getting stupid. Either you're insanely jealous of Potter or you're jealous of the girls – and boys – he flirts with," Pansy suggested.
Draco sat straight up then, knocking over a goblet of pumpkin juice in the process.
"What!" he shouted this so loud that the entire table stared at him. "How can you even suggest that?"
"Think about it. Do you want Potter's attention or do you want to be the one giving attention?"
Draco was stumped. He didn't know Blaise and Pansy were so wise. What was next? Crabbe and Goyle showing some smarts?
"Harry stole my fame," he said firmly.
Pansy pressed her lips in a thin line and continued eating her potatoes.
Draco looked at Blaise. He had the same skeptic look as Pansy. He looked at them both incredulously.
"Are you suggesting that I like the Chosen Devirginizer?"
Both Pansy and Blaise didn't answer.
Draco's jaw dropped. "I see how it is then." He got up and left the Hall.
Some friends…SUGGESTING he liked Potter.
The idea was completely absurd.
So he had changed. He was still an arrogant prat…and it had gotten worse! Just because he had gold skin and taut muscles and messy hair you want to run your hands through and full lips…
Oh, God.
-:-
In the common room Ginny read while she listened to Lisa and Romilda discuss the Amortentia.
"It doesn't take that long to make but it's hard to make. And I asked Hermione about it and she said it's N.E.W.T. level," Lisa said.
Romilda slumped on the couch.
"What are we going to do?"
"There's a Hogsmeade trip next weekend," Ginny said turning a page. She hadn't meant to help them but she hated to see them so bent out of shape. And of all things, over Harry Potter.
"There is!" Romilda said perking up.
"We should ask him to come with us," Lisa said.
"Both of us?"
"Why not? Lucky him gets two girls!"
"A threesome?" Ginny asked her eyebrows slipping into her bangs. Ginny knew Lisa was kinky but a threesome?
"It's not like we're going to do it with him on the first date!" Lisa defended.
"I'd prefer to do it with him by myself thanks," Romilda said scrunching up her nose. "I don't do threesomes." She walked up to the girls' dormitory in a huff.
"Are you still going to ask him out?" Ginny wished she had never opened her mouth in the first place.
"Maybe."