Title: HJB Diaries
Main pairing: DS/HP
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries or Harry Potter.
This chapter picks up from Season 1, Episode 3 :D I would like to thank sistersgrimmlover, who was the person that gave me the inspiration for this chapter. ENJOY~
Chapter 2
"Pearl Harbor."
The annoying Mr. Tanner stood in the front of the classroom, looking over the class with a mixture of arrogance and pride clearly showing on his face.
Harry already didn't like the teacher, and it was only the third day of school. The guy reminded him too much of Professor Snape and his hatred for the History teacher seemed to worsen with the thought of the smart-ass double agent.
Harry hadn't gone to school yesterday. He had been to busy helping Sirius unpack everything. Apparently Sirius wanted them to keep a low profile, so they had to avoid using magic as much as possible.
"Ms. Gilbert?"
Mr. Tanner knew that Elena had been talking, and so did Harry. Though to him, it seemed that 'Mr. Ignorance' just wanted a chance to embarrass her in front of the whole class and Harry didn't like that.
"Um...I—I'm sorry...I don't—"
"December 7th, 1941." Harry said flatly, causing all eyes in the room to go him, including Elena's and Stefan Salvatore. Harry had gotten to know Stefan a little from what Elena had told him. Apparently the two have become very good friends.
Mr. Tanner looked at the boy and quirked a brow. "Well thank you, Ms. Gilbert."
The class let out a series of laughs and giggles.
Harry smirked and slumped back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. "Anytime."
Mr. Tanner glared back at him. "Very well then…the fall of the Berlin Wall?" Mr. Tanner spat at him.
"1989…I'm uh, good with dates." Harry smirked though it was not really true. History wasn't his best subject, but he knew enough to give the guy a run for his money.
"Are you? How good? Keep it to the year. Civil Rights Act?"
Harry raised a brow, his smirk slowly growing. "Do I seem American to you? I'm British you git." Harry said flatly, causing more giggles out of the class.
"Fine!" Mr. Tanner spat angrily at him, growing more and more annoyed with the boy. "World war 1?"
"1914 to 1918."
"Nanking Massacre?"
"1803 to 1815."
"Battle of Baltimore?"
"1814."
"Korean War?"
"1950 to 1953."
"Ha! The battle ended in '52." Mr. Tanner said excitedly.
Harry was unimpressed. "Actually, sir, it was '53."
The class let out a couple of gasps and giggles. Mr. Tanner glared angrily at Harry, who just sat there smirking.
"Look it up, somebody!" Mr. Tanner spat, and students began pulling out textbooks and cell phones. "Quickly!"
"It was 19...53," one boy spoke up, having looked up the answer from his cell.
Mr. Tanner frowned angrily and bit his bottom lip as the class began clapping and laughing. Harry sat there in his seat, smirking still, and his arms crossed over his chest.
Stefan looked contemplative while Elena grinned at Harry.
"Thank you." Elena mouthed to Harry, who just simply nodded.
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The bell rang for the end of class, and Harry quickly gathered up all his stuff, eager to get out of the classroom. He could feel the watchful eyes of Mr. Tanner, who was practically shooting daggers at Harry's back.
"Harry, how did you know all that?" Elena asked walking up beside him, Stefan trailing closely behind her.
"Like I said. I'm just...good with dates." Harry chuckled and Elena let out a giggle of her own, as they walked down the hallway.
Stefan walked slowly behind them, keeping silent, seeming to be in his own thoughts.
x-x-x-x-x
Harry walked up to Stefan who sat on the bleachers alone, seeming to be messing with the rather strange ring on his finger.
"You okay Salvatore?" Harry sang and sat down beside the large man.
"Huh…? Oh yeah…I'm fine." Stefan mumbled, snapping out of his thoughts.
"You don't seem fine…but hey, it's none of my business." Harry said, giving a slight shrug and placed his messenger bag down beside him. "Nice ring by the way."
"Thanks."
"Is that a uh, family heirloom or something?" Harry asked, curious about the strange ring.
"Yeah…" Stefan mumbled, beginning to fondle the ring on his finger again.
Harry sighed. "Okay dude…tell me what's wrong, now."
Stefan raised a brow at the boy. "Nothing—"
"Oh don't give me that bull Salvatore. Something is wrong." Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest, and giving him his you-can't-fool-me look.
Stefan let out a sigh and looked over to Elena. She was on the other side of the football field with the Cheerleaders stretching. Harry realized this and a smirk formed on his lips.
"You like Elena don't you?" Harry teased.
Stefan snapped his head back to Harry, frowning.
"Hey, what's that look for? I didn't do anything."
Stefan sighed and Harry just rolled his eyes.
The guy was helpless.
"Why don't you go out there lover boy, and get your girl?" Harry said, nudging Stefan on the shoulder.
"Huh? I…I thought you liked her?" Stefan said.
There was a moment of silence, but it didn't last long.
Harry busted out laughing and Stefan raised a brow at the weird boy.
"Me? Like Elena?" Harry continued to laugh. "Where did you ever get that bloody idea?" Harry asked, trying to stop laughing.
"I—I don't know." If vampires could blush, Stefan would have been a tomato.
"You fool…I don't like girls. Never have, never will." Harry said, finally gaining composer of himself.
"Your gay—?"
"And proud." Harry smiled, and then patted Stefan on the back. "Oh, and don't worry," he smirked and leaned in. "You're not my type." Harry teased and Stefan rolled his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.
Stefan got up and Harry slapped him on the ass. "Go get her lover boy!"
Stefan looked back and Harry, and let out a chuckle before heading out onto the field. Harry watched Stefan walk over to the coach of the football team and raised a brow, wondering what he could be doing.
Harry just shrugged it off and grabbed his messenger bag tossing it over his shoulder and headed down from the bleachers to the field. He pulled out his car keys, and was about to head home when the sound off loud music and a car pulling up stopped him.
Harry and the rest of the cheer squad turned heads to the car. He recognized Caroline in the passenger seat…but that wasn't important. What really caught his attention was the beautiful guy driving the car.
Harry saw the two kiss and he felt like his heart had just broke. Harry slowly walked over to Elena and Bonnie.
"Who's that mystery guy?" Harry asked, his two friends.
"That's not a mystery guy. That's Damon Salvatore," Elena said as Caroline pulled away from Damon and hopped out of the car.
"Damon…Salvatore," Harry murmured, trying the word out, caressing it softly as his tongue wrapped around it gently.
Damon turned to Harry, hearing him speak and pushed his sunglasses down and observed him. Harry blushed slightly, as the older Salvatore brother looked him up and down. Damon must have seen him blush because he winked at him, a sly smirk coming to his lips. Harry blushed even more, his eyes locked with Damon's, unable to look away from the handsome man. Harry snapped out of the trance when the perky blond stepped up to Harry and the girls.
"I got the other brother. Hope you don't mind."
Bonnie just rolled her eyes at the blond and Elena turned to Harry.
"Harry, are you alright?" Elena asked, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder.
Damon let out a low growl at that, though no one seemed to notice…
Well, no one except Harry.
"Yeah…I'm fine," he mumbled as he watched Damon back up and drive away.
"Alright, if you say so…by the way Harry, would you like to come over to my house tonight for dinner?" Elena asked.
"Uh, sure…" Harry answered, not really hearing her question, still in a daze.
"Great! I will see you tonight then!" Elena said happily and skipped away to her teammates.
Harry began his way to his car, his mind filled with thoughts of nothing but the one and only Damon Salvatore.
Sorry it's so short, busy with school crap -.- I promise the next one will be longer and I will try to have more Damon & Harry action :) I will post the next chapter ASAP, but give me some time please.