A/N: Hi everyone! In honor of my APUSH score (a 5!) I decided to update alllllll of my stories! So, here you go! I'm trying to figure out who I want to win Harry...Blaise or Marcus. So, I'll be figuring that out soon, hopefully. Now for some bad news. Band camp starts in about two weeks *cries*
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That night, Harry laid in bed staring at the ceiling from the comfort of his four-poster bed. He'd taken the canopy off during his first year. There, he contemplated what to do about his situation. On one hand, there was Blaise. Attractive, charming and suave. But he'd been under a spell the whole time. Then on the other hand, there was Marcus. Also attractive, rough and caring. But he was true in his feelings, not under some spell. Thinking incredibly confused thoughts, he finally fell into an uneasy sleep.
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As Harry headed down to breakfast the next morning, he was accosted by a redhead and his friend Granger.
"Sucks to be you, Potter! Takes a spell for someone to love you!" Ronald Weasley sneered at him as Hermione Granger practically cackled beside him. Harry kept his head down and bent down to tie his black dragonhide boots. Ronald shoved his yearmate, causing him to tumble down in a heap of robes. A growl from behind the Weasley made his pause and gulp.
"What. In. The. Name. Of. Merlin's. Beard. Are. You. Doing!?" The voice roared. Harry pushed himself up from the ground to see Marcus Flint lifting Weasley by his collar as Granger screeched. Marcus held the Gryffindor above him and dropped him to the cold stone floor, yelling at him to run while he could. He and Granger took off like a shot as Harry pulled himself to his feet.
"Are you alright?" Marcus questioned as he brushed dust and dirt from Harry's robes and stared into his eyes. Harry blushed and turned away, murmuring, "I'm fine."
The pair took off for the Great Hall for breakfast, arm in arm because Harry had twisted his ankle when he'd fallen. The pair sat together at the Slytherin table and piled food on their plates. A half-asleep Draco Malfoy joined them a few minutes later. He took note of Harry's disheveled appearance before commenting.
"You look happened? Zabini bother you?" Draco asked as he filled his plate modestly. Harry shook his head and shovelled pancake into his mouth to keep from talking. Marcus answered for him.
"Weasley and Granger. Weasley shoved him over and Harry twisted his ankle. Told him that it took a spell for someone to love him." Draco's eyes narrowed into the patented Malfoy glare.
"I hate them terribly. Stupid mudblood and Weasle." Draco muttered as Harry sipped his pumpkin juice before standing up and walking away as swiftly as possible. The Slytherin pair watched as he walked away, toward the Astronomy Tower. Little did they know, the one released from the hospital wing that morning followed in the shadows.
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As Harry looked out from the Astronomy Tower, he propped up his ankle. Several of the boys in the upper years knew spells that could summon bandages, so hopefully he wouldn't have to go to the Hospital Wing. If push came to shove, he could always go to Professor Snape for a potion. With that thought in mind, he took a seat on the edge of the tower, knowing that if he fell, there was an invisible ward that would prevent him from going far. He'd taken Astronomy from third year on and loved the study of the stars. However, Blaise, who hadn't taken Astronomy at all, did not know. He saw Harry's precarious position and immediately thougth Harry was going to take a dive.
"Harry! Don't do it! It's not worth it, I promise! I'm sorry I rejected you! I shouldn't have. You're beautiful and smart and funny and sweet and..." Blaise rambled and trailed off as he saw the fire burn in Harry's eyes and swing his feet back to solid ground. He stalked toward the taller Slytherin as well as he could with his ankle.
"You! You really think you're worth that! You...piece of shit. I-I can't even...You just...get away from me! Did you really think I was going to kill myself over you? You are nothing but a jackass. You treat me like shit because of my blood status like it was my choice! Would you treat Professor Snape the same? He's a half-blood too. Yes, Slytherin values blood purity but they also look out for each other because Merlin knows no one else would! Now you will leave me alone until I decide to speak to you again, or so help me I will hex you six ways to Sunday, you prat!" Harry shouted, jabbing Blaise in the chest to accentuate his point. The taller boy steadily backed up until he reached the steps. The feeling of Harry's magic lashing out was an aphrodisiac. It filled the air, crackling with a passion. The same passion could be found in Harry's shining green eyes. Unshed tears and anger glistened wildly as Blaise turned and fled, leaving Harry panting in exertion.
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A/N: Thank you all for the reviews!