"Try the peas today hon, they barely taste like peas at all! Peas that
don't taste like peas- that's how I like 'em!" Ron was desperate. He loved
Hermione but there was only so much talk he could take about mysterious
visitors and what day they were supposed to come. "Oh come on, if nothing
will take your mind off this surprise visitor crap for one minute then
these peas will certainly do the trick!"
"But I'm Sure it was today Dumbledore was talking about! I've been looking forward to this all week! I'm Sure it was today but, maybe Dumbledore was wrong…?"
"Dumbledore's Never wrong." Harry, who had barely been listening to Hermione's incessant talking, put his two cents worth in.
"But even so…"
Hermione was interrupted then by a terrible loud noise that made everyone in the Great Hall jump out of their seats and spit out their butterbeer. Seconds later, a very wet, and very angry looking individual came storming into the Great Hall, pulling a young, rather bored looking wizard behind him. Muttering violently to himself, the wet man ran through the rows of tables over towards Dumbledore.
When he reached the Professor's table the intruder stopped, straightened himself up, adjusting his cloak and smoothing out his shoulder-length blond hair. Checking to see that his side-kick was still with him, the intruder bent down to whisper to Dumbledore.
They talk in hushed tones for a moment then Dumbledore stood grandly and addressed the students-
"Excuse me! Students will you settle down for a moment! (pauses while everyone in Great Hall relaxes into their seats) I'd like to introduce you to out new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! Some of you may already be acquainted with Professor Lockhart; he used to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts here with us a number of years ago. Professor Lockhart will be replacing Professor Snape for the remainder of the year, allowing Professor Snape to completely concentrate on his Potions class."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione gasped in shock. It was an outrage for sure.
"Lockhart? Here?! *sigh* Some surprise."
"What could be going through Dumbledore's mind! This doesn't seem right…"
"Yeah, doesn't he remember what Happened the last time Lockhart was here?!"
They were abruptly cut off when a thunderous applause ripped through the students. Looking quite puzzled for a split-second, Lockhart quickly pasted a sticky-sweet smile on his pale face.
Then, nosily clearing his throat, Lockhart gestured towards the sopping wet pile of wizard leaning against the table with a quick flick of his head, signaling Dumbledore with an expectant look.
"Oh yes- I nearly forgot! Coming to stay with us as well is Lockhart's assistant, Ruin. Although this fine young wizard will be accompanying Lockhart in his classroom, for the duration of his stay, Ruin will be sleeping in the Slytherin House."
At that, a tremendous roar arose from the Slytherin table.
"You'd think they've never had a new student before." Ron whispered to Harry in disgust.
Harry barely heard his friend though. He sat there, transfixed, unabashedly staring at the mysterious new man on campus, Ruin. For now that he was inside, and feeling a bit more comfortable with his surroundings, Ruin carefully peeled off his dripping cloak and placed it under his seat. Under that sodden cloak lay a body of exceptional proportions. Even through his clothes, Harry could see, hell he could practically Feel Ruin's carefully sculpted chest, sinewy arms, and wicked legs. It seemed that every muscle in Ruin's perfect body was calling out for Harry, HARRY!- and Harry didn't want to resist.
Across the room, Draco, the only Slytherin who had not been cheering for the latest addition to the nastiest house at Hogwarts, suddenly felt a chill run throughout his body. Straining his neck skyward, glancing over the sea of heads blocking the Gryffindor's table, he searched for Harry. What he saw greatly upset his attractive, towheaded self. Harry- His Harry- was staring, no, make that Drooling over that new kid- Rolf, Brian, whatever his name was!
"What is Harry doing?!" Draco almost stood up right in the middle of Dumbledore's welcoming speech and screamed at Harry. Harry- HIS HARRY! The boy he had longed for, had thought about for so many nights, and now, finally, was his. The sight of Harry, the boy, the Man, whom he loved with all his heart and soul, drooling over some other man made him sick to his stomach. Resisting the urge to run from the Great Hall, Draco stayed seated, dejectedly turning his head back to his half empty plate, full of mixed emotions.
"But I'm Sure it was today Dumbledore was talking about! I've been looking forward to this all week! I'm Sure it was today but, maybe Dumbledore was wrong…?"
"Dumbledore's Never wrong." Harry, who had barely been listening to Hermione's incessant talking, put his two cents worth in.
"But even so…"
Hermione was interrupted then by a terrible loud noise that made everyone in the Great Hall jump out of their seats and spit out their butterbeer. Seconds later, a very wet, and very angry looking individual came storming into the Great Hall, pulling a young, rather bored looking wizard behind him. Muttering violently to himself, the wet man ran through the rows of tables over towards Dumbledore.
When he reached the Professor's table the intruder stopped, straightened himself up, adjusting his cloak and smoothing out his shoulder-length blond hair. Checking to see that his side-kick was still with him, the intruder bent down to whisper to Dumbledore.
They talk in hushed tones for a moment then Dumbledore stood grandly and addressed the students-
"Excuse me! Students will you settle down for a moment! (pauses while everyone in Great Hall relaxes into their seats) I'd like to introduce you to out new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! Some of you may already be acquainted with Professor Lockhart; he used to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts here with us a number of years ago. Professor Lockhart will be replacing Professor Snape for the remainder of the year, allowing Professor Snape to completely concentrate on his Potions class."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione gasped in shock. It was an outrage for sure.
"Lockhart? Here?! *sigh* Some surprise."
"What could be going through Dumbledore's mind! This doesn't seem right…"
"Yeah, doesn't he remember what Happened the last time Lockhart was here?!"
They were abruptly cut off when a thunderous applause ripped through the students. Looking quite puzzled for a split-second, Lockhart quickly pasted a sticky-sweet smile on his pale face.
Then, nosily clearing his throat, Lockhart gestured towards the sopping wet pile of wizard leaning against the table with a quick flick of his head, signaling Dumbledore with an expectant look.
"Oh yes- I nearly forgot! Coming to stay with us as well is Lockhart's assistant, Ruin. Although this fine young wizard will be accompanying Lockhart in his classroom, for the duration of his stay, Ruin will be sleeping in the Slytherin House."
At that, a tremendous roar arose from the Slytherin table.
"You'd think they've never had a new student before." Ron whispered to Harry in disgust.
Harry barely heard his friend though. He sat there, transfixed, unabashedly staring at the mysterious new man on campus, Ruin. For now that he was inside, and feeling a bit more comfortable with his surroundings, Ruin carefully peeled off his dripping cloak and placed it under his seat. Under that sodden cloak lay a body of exceptional proportions. Even through his clothes, Harry could see, hell he could practically Feel Ruin's carefully sculpted chest, sinewy arms, and wicked legs. It seemed that every muscle in Ruin's perfect body was calling out for Harry, HARRY!- and Harry didn't want to resist.
Across the room, Draco, the only Slytherin who had not been cheering for the latest addition to the nastiest house at Hogwarts, suddenly felt a chill run throughout his body. Straining his neck skyward, glancing over the sea of heads blocking the Gryffindor's table, he searched for Harry. What he saw greatly upset his attractive, towheaded self. Harry- His Harry- was staring, no, make that Drooling over that new kid- Rolf, Brian, whatever his name was!
"What is Harry doing?!" Draco almost stood up right in the middle of Dumbledore's welcoming speech and screamed at Harry. Harry- HIS HARRY! The boy he had longed for, had thought about for so many nights, and now, finally, was his. The sight of Harry, the boy, the Man, whom he loved with all his heart and soul, drooling over some other man made him sick to his stomach. Resisting the urge to run from the Great Hall, Draco stayed seated, dejectedly turning his head back to his half empty plate, full of mixed emotions.