Rated T for the moment. Might have some swearing in this chapter I really don't remember.
The next morning, Harry was in a bad mood. He was rudely awoken from the best dream ever to the sound of Ron's (his other best friend) dumb ass alarm clock. Needless to say he had been forced to have a cold shower. Enough said.
He couldn't get the soon-to-be-his beautiful blonde out of his head. He remembered the lithe body dancing so gracefully like a little butterfly. Not an ugly butterfly though. No. The most beautiful butterfly anyone had ever seen in there life. The kind of butterfly that you'd be lucky to see at all in your lifetime and you'd be grateful to see it for even a second. And those long slender legs were to die for. Nice.
Harry needed to stop thinking these thoughts for at least a few seconds before he was doomed to have a cold shower again.
Before Harry got too caught up on another train of thoughts about the unknown blonde, he made his way to breakfast.
"Harry! Over here mate!" He heard a cheery voice. Ugh morning people really got on Harry's nerves. Especially in the morning.
"Hey Ron." He said slightly grumpily. He sat down next to his best mate which happened to be the side that faced the Ravenclaw table.
As he begun to pile his plate with bacon and eggs, he noticed that the Beauxbatons students hadn't arrived yet. Not a single one. Damn Harry could use a nice view, especially when he had Ginny Weasley infront of him.
The girl had been pining after him for years and it truly bugged Harry because she didn't hide it either. She would flirt shamelessly with him in the Gryffindor common roon and one time she even asked if he could take her up to his room! Couldn't she get a hint when he had ripped up that god-awful valantines message back in second year?
As well as being annoying, she wasn't anything to look at either, she just wasn't Harry's type at all with her orange hair and freckles. Not that Harry was shallow because he wasn't at all. He wasn't. He might have dated the likes of Cho Chang, Pavarti Patil and Lisa Turpin but he defiantly wasn't shallow.
He wasn't allowed to hurt her feeings though. That was an unspoken rule between him and Ron. Harry knew that Ron would have something to say if he broke his sister' heart. No matter how much he wanted to crush it into a million pieces, he couldn't do that to Ron.
"Harry! Hello! How are you? Your hair looks nice today! What did you do with it?". Ginny rambled enthusiastically. She batted her eyelashes as if she had some sort of odd twitch. Ew.
"Um, nothing?" Harry said rudely.
"Oh Harry! Your so modest! Tell me?"
"Woke up and had a shower. Then dried it. No secret really." He said uninterestedly.
As soon as she opened her mouth to retort, the gigantic wooden doors of the great hall opened and in entered the Beauxbaton students.
'Ah, so pretty...'
Harry's heart skipped a beat when he saw the radiant blonde walk in with effortless grace whilst talking to another Beauxbaton student. A male Beauxbaton student.
Harry couldn't help but let out a small growl in aggravation. Who did that boy think he was? Talking to his future lover as if he was some common bimbo he could indulge in. Harry will show him… Well… maybe not show him persay considering his prominently muscled biceps. Harry would send him hate mail though. Lots of hate mail. Unsigned of course. Not because he was scared, no, he wasn't, but he's not going to sign it because he didn't want to give the overly-muscled beefcake the satisfaction of knowing who he was. Yeah. That was it. Because Harry definatley had plenty of muscle to beat him into the ground of course.
Harry didn't realise he was stabbing his bacon so aggressively, obviously making sure it wasn't still alive.
"Harry, HARRY!"
Oh my God, was she still talking? Didn't she ever shut the fuck up? Dear fucking God, she was so annoying… She really should find someone else to latch onto. Like that nerdy Creevey kid in her year.
"Ginny, be quiet. Please?" Harry pleaded.
Ginny's mouth snapped shut and she looked at Harry appauled.
Harry ignored her and she left the room in a huff and almost fell into a first year.
'Thank bloody god for that!'
Just as he was about to go back to his breakfast, he heard a melodic laugh coming not too far away from him.
It sounded like wind chimes being caressed by the wind.
His eyes darted to the direction of the laugh and surley it came from the beauty he had dreamt about last night.
Oh how badly he wanted to hold him in his arms forever and never let go. Harry would treat him like a treasure. The most pricless treasure that could ever be gained to any man.
Harry restrained the urge from hitting himself upside the head for being so sappy. No he wasn't a romantic, he just had romantic… tendancies. Okay he was a romantic, so what?
It was good that the closeness of the Ravenclaw table came to good use. He wasn't too far away from the ivory skinned vision of beauty. That made it easier for Harry to check him out.
Every single silky silvery strand was in place atop the blonde's perfect head. He wore the compulsory Beauxbaton uniform robes that draped beautifully around his slight frame; he certainly did it justice. The boy looked no older than 15, but that didn't bother Harry, Ginny was 15 so there was no issue with age.
Then that breathtaking smile appeared on his face as he talked to his headmistress, who happened to be passing the table. They were speaking fluent French that sounded so poetic.
Ah French, the language of love. Harry knew very little French but one phrase came to his mind as he persued watching the beaut. Of course it wasn't 'voulez-vous couches avec moi'! It was , er, 'Bonjuor, ca va?'.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had to talk to the blonde.
That sudden thought caused a rush of nervous adrenaline coursed through his body. Lucky Harry was a sort of dare devil then.
He'd catch him after all his classes were over. And then he'd talk to him. Ask for his name.
'I bet his name is as beautiful as everything else.'
He would definatley ask for his name today. Even if that's all the talking he could handle.
He'd know that name by the end of the day.
And then he'd be one step closer to claiming the blonde as his own.
To my darling readers,
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