Summary: By now you should know what the summary is so I'm not even going to bother with it anymore.
Let's see... Sorry it took so long to update, and yes I know I need to work on that, but I have fun thinking on a chapter for three or so months. Seriously that's why I have so many ideas that I can add to a chapter if it would be allowed to fit with the story. Ignore this, please.
Read the thing after the story please.
Now on with the story.
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A Fool's Love
Chapter Ten:
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Yvo suppressed another yawn, the sleeping gas still effecting him. It didn't really help that he was bored while he had to wait with the first years to be sorted. Though he did find it amusing that it was his submissive mate who had put him into such a state with the help of some friends.
Unfortunately, Harry was still ignoring Malfoy and him otherwise, and they still couldn't figure out why. It really didn't help that the two of them couldn't get along with each other long enough to come up with a decnt reason. They always ended up fighting one way or another.
Yvo had even asked his parents for help. Aetius had just smiled and left the room without saying a word, while Cato had mentioned that it was a submisive mate thing and Yvo would have to figure it out on his own.
Yvo smirked in amusement as the new first years scream at the sight of four real s appearing through a wall. Oh, first years were amusing especially when they were so easily terrified. Yvo, out of boredom decided to listen in on the conversations around him.
"I heard that you had to fight this huge dragon and reclaim a sword from its treasures!"
"Really?"
Yvo snickered. How amusing.
"U... let's see. There's Reparo, Win-wingardium... oh what was it."
"It shouldn't be too difficult. After all, we are only first years, sis, so calm down."
The girl who had been going through the list of spells shot a glare at her fraternal twin. "How would you know? No one knows until it is time! So what makes you so sure Damien!"
The boy raised an eyebrow. "Imena, we are first years. We wouldn't know enough to do anything major."
Yvo raised an eyebrow. Great there was a know-it-all and a smart aleck among the first years. He felt bad for whatever house those two ended up in.
"Have you heard the news my dear Friar of Hufflepuff."
"Of, course I have. Finally a true bonding of mates. I can't wait how this plays out." The good humored ghost chuckled merrily.
"Sir Nicholas, and Friar! Shame on you! You two shouldn't be talking about Harry that way!"
"Lady of Ravenclaw, I assure you that we are not the only ones talking about your current favorite student. Soon everyone in Hogwarts will know about it. Nothing Harry does stays secret for long." Sir Nicholas informed her.
The Lady turned to the last ghost. ":Back me up!" She hissed.
The last ghost, which was covered in silver bloodstains just gave her a blank stare, causing the Lady to huff in frustration.
Yvo smothered a laugh. Who knew ghosts would be such gossips and huff, even, in frustration. Now that was amusing. Of course it was also a very personal conversation considering they were talking about his mates.
Just when Yvo was about to address the four ghosts Professor McGonagall came back to escort the first years and yvo to the Great Hall for their sorting.
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Yvo blinked in surprise. The hat had sung. Well that was a bit of a shocker, but then again it wasn't. Yvo suddenly felt slightly dissappointed, though he did let out a low chuckle as he watched Damien get hit by Imena for telling her, "I told you so." Yep, first years could be so entertaining, but at the same time they could be extremely annoying.
First years were called up, and for the most part Yvo found it boring. So, instead of paying attention to the sorting he tuned it out and searched for his Harry... and Harry's other mate. When he saw them he was relieved to know that they were sitting at separate tables. Now, all he needed to do was get in the same house as Harry.
Yvo tuned in when Damien had been called up. After a few minutes the hat shouted, "Ravenclaw!." He watched as the boy sat at the same table as Harry. Great... Oh well, at least he was prepared for that first year.
Imena was next and the hat ended up calling out, "Slytherin!"
Yvo smirked when she sat at the same table as Malfoy. Malfoy would have his hands full with that first year. Yvo preferred Damien over Imena any day, although he didn't really even know them.
Soon, the normal sorting was done. Headmaster Dumbledore gave a little speech before Yvo was called up to be sorted.
Yvo strode up to the stool, sat down with a flourish while sending out a mysterious aura, and allowed McGonagall to put the rugged, talking, sorting hat on his head.
"Well, well. A transfer student, and not a normal one at that." A calm, cool voice stated.
"When has this place ever been normal?" Yvo asked back, using his mind of course.
"True. Now where to put you? Hufflepuff?"
"No! No! No! Put me with my mate!"
"Demanding thing aren't you." The hat stated quite cheerfully.
"Just my luck. A cheerful sorting hat."
"Hush. I'm trying to decide where to put you."
"Put me with my mate!" Yvo mind-growled at the hat.
"I really want to put you in Hufflepuff just to torment you."
"You do that, you burn for an eternity in the deepest pit of hell." Yvo's mind voice was deadly.
"Very well." The hat sighed. "SLYTHERIN!"
Yvo stood up and ripped the hat off his head. "WHAT?"
The hat chuckled. "You never said which mate, now did you." The hat stated aloud.
Yvo glared at the hat, realizing that the hat had a point, and stalked off to the Slytherin table.
Dumbledore stood up once more and said a few things, and then the Welcome Back Feast began.
Harry sighed in relief. Happy that he wouldn't have to deal with either of his dominants twenty-four seven on a weekly basis. Of course it helped that he and the Sorting Hat were great friends, and only Dumbledore and Fawkes knew about it.
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Yay end of Chappie 10!
Okay real quick before I get on to the main point of this AN thingy. My friend, who also writes fanfics, Miki, wishes to know what the equivalent of the basketball game of HORSE is called in Japan? Or any basketball games played in Japan for that matter. She needs it for a fic, so let me know.
Now, on to my small, but fun challenge.
Okay, if any of you have read my profile lately you have realized that I have been sidetracked by a story I am hoping to post before Halloween.
My clue in the profile is that it is an HP crossover with ?.
So in each story that I update I will give you a clue. Their are five clues at the very least, the profile clue is included in that. You have to read each update I do for all the stories.
Now, I am proposing a little game. Gather the clues from each story and take a guess. You only have one shot so use it very carefully. When I post the story, as a reward for participating, I will post your answers and pen names at the end of the new story.
Fun, right?
Clue #4 is...
(drum roll)
Futuristic/ Medievil
I wasn't sure which one to pick since they both fit the story, so clue#4 is like two clues in one deal. Be happy. Now, I just need to update one more story and post the last clue and then I can focus on the new story I am going to post.
R&R please.