I will not write the disclaimer or the warnings ever again in here...
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Chapter 3: Hawt! & a good question...
After the Dursley got to their hotel, they got to shower and change, but before getting to his 'undeserved and stolen' room, Harry was stopped from his aunt to remain till dinner then getting to the restaurant after them as they had to make a good impression to Vernon's sister, Judy, and her family, Ronald and Samuel. That got him to plan how good his looks should be, after all he could use the good clothes that the twins got him without having any repercussion till next morning, right?
So it was a surprise when he got barely 5 minutes late in the restaurant wearing dark blue, tight and hips-hugging jeans, emerald swashbuckler shirt with black and silver laces to close the boat neckline, a silver pendant with a emerald doublepyramid-like gem almost on his heart and jeans and washed-black Converse. You can leave your hat on was playing softly, as if to encourage him to think improper thoughts or mock him. He was awkwardly walking to his uncle's table. There were wolf-whistling and whispering/giggling teens (girls and boys) while a thunderous atmosphere was gathering over his family table.
Judy, or he imagined that she was her, as there weren't any other ladies except his aunt, was talking animatedly to her husband like a girl who had found the perfect dress for a dance in an ancient castle with kings and queens, while his husband, while appreciating him was trying to calm down his wife.
The most interesting reaction was from their son, as he was looking at him with glazed eyes, and his hands on his crotch hiding something... Had he an instant-pleasure moment watching him? Seeing that Harry had his face on fire, and saw that Samuel, if he remembered correctly had the decency to blush like him, changing position to sit properly with his legs under the table and not facing away like when he was painstakingly talking with Dudley. 'Well... he's handsome and attractive with his short silky hair and scruffy look... And watch his eyes, what gorgeous prophet eyes1... I like him...'
Sam's reaction after the embarrassing hard-on in public and in front of the beauty in front of him was trying to imagine his father in bikini, but it wasn't enough, so he looked at Dudley and imagined him in bikini doing the lap-dance to the acneic girl at the table to the left. And shuddered, again and again, almost wishing to hide in a hole and die of too much brain-bleaching himself. Fortunately for him, not so much for Megatron, Harry was seated between Judy and him, so he was spared that painful death, changing it in a pleasurable torture for his spirit and delight for his eyes...
Conversation resumed with a sombre mood from the Dursley, a delighted look from Sam, excited and curious one from Judy while Ron tried to calm her and total embarrassment from the BWL.
Dinner progressed fairly well, even if slowly, and our two heroes talked about nothings and everything, slowly flirting with the other till there was only them, a Paradise of words and light music, if Harry and Sam recalled correctly, it was Beautiful Eyes, by The Hit Co., followed by Kiss Me by The Cardigans.
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While the Dursley where dining, Prowl was almost growling. Disguised this time as a lonely 40 y.o. man in light grey shirt and dark red and white pants and jacket, he was disconcerted about his self-appointed charge changing in such lecherous clothings, but that was openly discarded for making squeamish the owner of every lustful glance and stare pointed to the youth. Strangely, he got a certainly good vibe from Sam, as he recalled from overhearing the introductions, so he let him go... He had a similar energy reading as Emerald-eyes, and also seemed that they were two puzzle pieces that were attracted one another like moths to a candle... 'Maybe they are spark-mates? It's extremely rare that humans find their only-ones, after all one possibility on the rest of the universe...' He thought. After all he recalled easily how a rather tranquil teen from planet Resial was mate to a Freufirlian and both were able to hear and emotionally feel each other, while they couldn't touch or see their intended... They both died a very painful, emotionally and physically, death by suicide... So he thought that his race was far more merciful about that, as they could forge a spark-bond without an existing spark-mate that is waiting for them maybe on the other end of the galaxy. But, he noted, they needed another piece to bond completely, so they were part of a trine, just like the seekers, Starscream-Skywarp-Thundercracker... Hope they find the third one'
After that he continued eating his soufflé while drinking water, naturally observing the 'happy' family chatting.
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Vernon was boasting his reputation and denigrating his nephew while Judy was smiling a false smile at him wearing light reddish tinted glasses that made her brownish eyes seem almost crimson. Petunia was glaring her Glare-o'-Doom-#35 at Harry while he was chatting lightly with Sam about muggle school (the BWL almost choked when the other asked bout chemistry and literature) and with Ron about garden (Ron's ecstatic mood was a little dampened by Harry's comment that the perfect garden was an imperfect one) and jobs (wishing he didn't say he wanted to be something like a policeman).
Then Sam's mother talked...
"So, Harry, is that Hogwarts' new uniform?" And all hell broke free.
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