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But the new characters are MINE, so don't steal them, ask and I'll probably
let you use them with permission. Also, I'm not makin' any money off this
so don't sue me!
Special Thanks to: My big sis, for helpin' out. I Love Ya' Sis!!
Tall and tan, young and lovely. Those were the words that came to mind when the new exchange student came to Hogwarts, and he was all of those things. With his amber hair and gray-green eyes, he stood out even in his school uniform. Uniforms didn't suit him; he looked much better in the traveling clothes he had arrived in. A tough vest that flared out just below the waist, accentuating his curvy form. With its rainbow of blues, violets, and greens he had looked quite the foreigner he was. Even still in his uniform, he looked quite different from most. Typically the guys kept their hair relatively short, his hair, on the other more flamboyant hand, went down to his mid-thighs when let down completely, but for during most of the time the wonderfully full and wavy hair was kept up in elaborate fashions. Fashions that were deceptively complicated looking. As for today, his hair was let down completely but with ivy green beads strung along to reproduce the look of a real ivy vine, which seemed to be growing from his head. Even the teachers gave him odd looks when they thought no one was looking, and sometimes even when they knew otherwise.
As for classes, he had everything everyone else did except for one class after dinner that he had with the headmaster himself, Albus Dumbledore. No one knew what the class was except that Dumbledore wasn't doing the teaching.
Harry was late for lunch because Professor Snape hadn't let him out till he had fixed his potion for acne. He rushes to the Gryffindor table and plopped down next to Ron.
"Hi." He said breathlessly as he reached for a sandwich and some milk.
Ron was mute; he was just goggling at the student across from them. Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's face until he finally got Ron to blink and look away from the student who had completely oblivious to Ron's staring, mostly because he was concentrating on his book. Harry skimmed the title, "Dance Magic" Then he turned back to Ron.
"Snape made me stay after class to fix my potion for acne, would you believe it just needed some salt?" Ron sat there dumbly not hearing a word and his eyes once again strayed to the student across from them. After another 5 minutes of hand waving Harry decided to find out exactly who could be doing this to his friend.
"Er, excuse me, my name is Harry, who are you?" he greeted awkwardly to the unknown student behind the book. With a slow, but not painstakingly so, grace the boy raised his eyes to meet Harry's, Harry's jaw went slack.
"I am Aidan, hello." He replied quietly, though somehow his voice carried over all the noise. Harry's thoughts slammed into him, like a boulder running down everything in its path down a hill.
Isn't he the...no it can't be. Harry's thoughts tumbled one over another, like rocks rolling through a stream being carried by a swift current.
He also didn't seem to notice Aidan's lack of awe.
Aidan, however, didn't seem to notice Harry's expression except he took on a far more clinical tone.
"Yes, I do in fact prefer guys. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm reading."
To that Harry could say nothing, and he finished his lunch in a daze, reminding Ron to eat so he wouldn't starve and finishing his own lunch as well. The entire day passed like that, his mind was on auto-piolit, and strangely enough without conscious though hindering his memory he did much better in his classes than he normally did.
Why hadn't he noticed him before he wondered did he sleep somewhere else besides the boy's dorm? Where were his things? Where was he from? Harry's questions found no answers that day, nor the next, nor for a long time after Harry's first encounter with Aidan, which was followed by another, which came about a month later. This time when Harry and Ron were sneaking to the library to do some late night studying for a quiz the next day. Once they were dead tired from studying under the invisibility cloak they headed back to the common room, where once again they found Aidan reading a book, this one titled "Muggle Folktales."
"Hello Ron, hello Harry." Greeted Aidan without glancing up when they dropped the invisibility cloak in surprise. Aidan was wearing a plain jungle green robe over a very short pair of blue shorts with a matching blue T-shirt, his hair was let down and with his back to the banked fire it glowed around his head like an amber halo. The robe was open, thus exposing his legs. They were shapely, curvy like the rest of him, but still muscled and toned like no other part of him.
Harry found it hard to believe someone's legs could still have so little hair at 15, but then again Aidan was stranger than most people were.
"Aidan, what're you doing awake?" Asked Ron.
"Reading." He replied smoothly.
"Aren't you tired?" queried Harry.
"No, not really. But I think I'll go to bed anyway. I might not feel it now, but I will in the morning."
Aidan headed for the stairs to the boys dorm, but before he got there, Harry had strode over and grasped his shoulder gently.
"Wait."
Aidan turned silently, so silent it was unnerving. It's now or never, thought Harry.
"I've got some questions."
Aidan arched a small, curvy, eyebrow and followed Harry over to two overstuffed chairs next to the fireplace; Ron and Harry sat down in one and Aidan in the other.
"Why haven't I noticed you before?" questioned Harry.
"I have a, ah knack, for not being very noticeable.
"Even with your looks?" asked Harry incredulously.
At this Aidan's cheeks turned a tiny shade pink, not noticeable in this dim light, unless in real light it would've been a much deeper looking blush.
"Well…it's easy to get lost in a sea of students like here at Hogwarts, even with such, uh, unique appearances as mine." Not completely satisfied, Harry moved on to more personal questions.
"Are you uh, what I mean is, have you ever. That is to say are you a, uh..." Harry couldn't say it.
"Am I a virgin?" Apparently Aidan could.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am."
Blushing severely, Ron asked the next question, as Harry was too embarrassed to continue.
"Why do you, uh, like guys?"
"Because, I was born that way. I can tell you, that no one would choose to be like me given the choice. There's too much discrimination, and hate and prejudice against people like me." Aidan was being quite frank about this and it made Harry and Ron feel a little less shy about their questions. They were up late into the night, after an hour or so Aidan started to question them as well. Ron and Harry decided, wordlessly, that they thought him friendly enough and decided to hang out with him. Finally around 4 in the morning they decided that they'd fall asleep right there, or in class so they decided to at least get their sleep in comfortable beds.
The next week passed uneventfully except for instead of being a no one, Aidan was now known through out all of Hogwarts. Rumors flew with truth, as only rumors and truth can in such a place as school, except for a few "secret" glares from the likes as Crabbe and Goyle, nothing major happened.
Nothing major happened, until next week when Crabbe and Goyle stepped in front of Aidan while he was walking to his next class with Ron.
"Hey, look Goyle. It's the pervert." Taunted Crabbe.
Aidan didn't flinch, or twitch a single muscle. The only thing revealing slightly how much trouble Crabbe had just gotten himself and Goyle in was the mischievous shine to Aidan's gray-green eyes.
Goyle laughed.
"Yeah pervert, did you do anything to any of the first years last night?" teased Goyle.
They both pulled out their wands.
"Maybe we should teach the pervert a lesson, eh?" suggested Goyle.
Before either them could make a move Aidan gracefully handed his books to Ron who took them, along with Aidan's wand.
Aidan started to move, but in a suggestive manner that was far more than just a walk. Crabbe and Goyle's eyes went wide, Aidan was walking, and with a seductive manner they had never encountered, but recognized it for what it was.
"Oh surely," started Aidan in a husky whisper, that still carried. "Two strong men like you don't need wands to punish me. Oh and how I want you to punish me." Aidan stepped closer to them both. They took two steps back.
"Are you running away from me?" Aidan pouted. "Oh but I was going to show you such things you could only imagine." He winked.
Crabbe and Goyle screamed in unions and fled down the hall.
Everyone was silent and stared at Aidan. He resumed his usual walk and manner, took his books from Ron and simply said.
"Guess they aren't my type."
Even Malfoy's laughter could be heard following Crabbe and Goyle.
Aidan walked to class most satisfied.
"Now, One, Two, Three, Four, yes. Yes! Very good" Encouraged Aidan, this was his only class with Dumbledore.
"Wonderful! You're getting much better." Aidan gave him a proud smile.
"Thank you Aidan, dance has always interested me." Came Dumbledore's response.
An abrupt knock on the door interrupted their conversation; Dumbledore opened it for the visitor.
It was professor Snape carrying a bruised and beaten boy.
"Snape, why didn't you take him to the hospital wing? He's obviously very injured." Reprimanded the headmaster.
"Because he wouldn't be safe there from those who caused this, and believe me they intended much more than just this." Replied Snape flatly.
A look of fear mixed with rage and other emotions filled Snape's eyes, Aidan's eyes mirrored the same storm; but with cold planning stirred in.
"What's his name?" Inquired Aidan, coolly.
"Neville, Neville Longbottom," Was Dumbledore's quick response. "I remember him, got put in a paralysis spell by Hermione Granger one night."
Aidan produced a jar of bruise salve from his book bag, next to the headmaster's desk. He then directed Snape to lie him down on the couch, against the wall opposite the desk's left side. Then, after opening the jar and pulling off Neville's robe and shirt, and magicking up a sheet so the salve wouldn't stain the couch, Aidan began to gently massage the salve into Neville's unconscious form with the air of someone who'd done this to himself far too many times. Though Aidan's air was professional, some of his thoughts were not.
I wonder if anyone has noticed he's not the little boy he was when he got here.
It was true; Neville's entire upper body had developed more. His arms while they weren't bulging with muscle, they were strong. And his chest and abs weren't chiseled, but they were smoothed and slightly defined to the point where it was attractive, Aidan also, sheepishly, noted the faint trail leading from Neville's bellybutton down into his trousers.
All the while Snape had been watching, making mental notes about Aidan.
Not the boy slut I expected, I think I'm gonna like this boy.
By this time Aidan had covered Neville's entire top body with the salve. He reached for the bottom of a pant leg and rolled it up to see how badly bruised it was.
Not much bruising, a little salve here and there will take care of the worst.
He also noted Neville's muscular legs.
No, he's not the little boy Harry told me about at all.
Aidan brushed some of Neville's hair out of his face and noticed that his face was relatively untouched.
Aidan stood up; both headmaster and teacher noticed his rather "motherly" air about him.
"I'd like to stay here with him through the night." Though it was formed as a request, it was clear Aidan would do it weather they liked it or not. They both sighed. Snape replied first to Dumbledore.
"I think Aidan would be very responsible, and he does seem like the best person who should be here if Neville should awake."
"Yes, I agree," Replied Dumbledore thoughtfully he added a small mattress, sleeping bag, and pillow next to his desk. "You are excused from all off your classes for the next two days. If Neville does not wake up by then we are moving him to the hospital wing, and we'll make it safe."
"Thank you." Then came an unexpected hug for each of them.
Snape and Dumbledore left Aidan and Neville in the headmaster's office, and headed for the Great Hall, this wasn't going to go unpunished.
Special Thanks to: My big sis, for helpin' out. I Love Ya' Sis!!
Tall and tan, young and lovely. Those were the words that came to mind when the new exchange student came to Hogwarts, and he was all of those things. With his amber hair and gray-green eyes, he stood out even in his school uniform. Uniforms didn't suit him; he looked much better in the traveling clothes he had arrived in. A tough vest that flared out just below the waist, accentuating his curvy form. With its rainbow of blues, violets, and greens he had looked quite the foreigner he was. Even still in his uniform, he looked quite different from most. Typically the guys kept their hair relatively short, his hair, on the other more flamboyant hand, went down to his mid-thighs when let down completely, but for during most of the time the wonderfully full and wavy hair was kept up in elaborate fashions. Fashions that were deceptively complicated looking. As for today, his hair was let down completely but with ivy green beads strung along to reproduce the look of a real ivy vine, which seemed to be growing from his head. Even the teachers gave him odd looks when they thought no one was looking, and sometimes even when they knew otherwise.
As for classes, he had everything everyone else did except for one class after dinner that he had with the headmaster himself, Albus Dumbledore. No one knew what the class was except that Dumbledore wasn't doing the teaching.
Harry was late for lunch because Professor Snape hadn't let him out till he had fixed his potion for acne. He rushes to the Gryffindor table and plopped down next to Ron.
"Hi." He said breathlessly as he reached for a sandwich and some milk.
Ron was mute; he was just goggling at the student across from them. Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's face until he finally got Ron to blink and look away from the student who had completely oblivious to Ron's staring, mostly because he was concentrating on his book. Harry skimmed the title, "Dance Magic" Then he turned back to Ron.
"Snape made me stay after class to fix my potion for acne, would you believe it just needed some salt?" Ron sat there dumbly not hearing a word and his eyes once again strayed to the student across from them. After another 5 minutes of hand waving Harry decided to find out exactly who could be doing this to his friend.
"Er, excuse me, my name is Harry, who are you?" he greeted awkwardly to the unknown student behind the book. With a slow, but not painstakingly so, grace the boy raised his eyes to meet Harry's, Harry's jaw went slack.
"I am Aidan, hello." He replied quietly, though somehow his voice carried over all the noise. Harry's thoughts slammed into him, like a boulder running down everything in its path down a hill.
Isn't he the...no it can't be. Harry's thoughts tumbled one over another, like rocks rolling through a stream being carried by a swift current.
He also didn't seem to notice Aidan's lack of awe.
Aidan, however, didn't seem to notice Harry's expression except he took on a far more clinical tone.
"Yes, I do in fact prefer guys. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm reading."
To that Harry could say nothing, and he finished his lunch in a daze, reminding Ron to eat so he wouldn't starve and finishing his own lunch as well. The entire day passed like that, his mind was on auto-piolit, and strangely enough without conscious though hindering his memory he did much better in his classes than he normally did.
Why hadn't he noticed him before he wondered did he sleep somewhere else besides the boy's dorm? Where were his things? Where was he from? Harry's questions found no answers that day, nor the next, nor for a long time after Harry's first encounter with Aidan, which was followed by another, which came about a month later. This time when Harry and Ron were sneaking to the library to do some late night studying for a quiz the next day. Once they were dead tired from studying under the invisibility cloak they headed back to the common room, where once again they found Aidan reading a book, this one titled "Muggle Folktales."
"Hello Ron, hello Harry." Greeted Aidan without glancing up when they dropped the invisibility cloak in surprise. Aidan was wearing a plain jungle green robe over a very short pair of blue shorts with a matching blue T-shirt, his hair was let down and with his back to the banked fire it glowed around his head like an amber halo. The robe was open, thus exposing his legs. They were shapely, curvy like the rest of him, but still muscled and toned like no other part of him.
Harry found it hard to believe someone's legs could still have so little hair at 15, but then again Aidan was stranger than most people were.
"Aidan, what're you doing awake?" Asked Ron.
"Reading." He replied smoothly.
"Aren't you tired?" queried Harry.
"No, not really. But I think I'll go to bed anyway. I might not feel it now, but I will in the morning."
Aidan headed for the stairs to the boys dorm, but before he got there, Harry had strode over and grasped his shoulder gently.
"Wait."
Aidan turned silently, so silent it was unnerving. It's now or never, thought Harry.
"I've got some questions."
Aidan arched a small, curvy, eyebrow and followed Harry over to two overstuffed chairs next to the fireplace; Ron and Harry sat down in one and Aidan in the other.
"Why haven't I noticed you before?" questioned Harry.
"I have a, ah knack, for not being very noticeable.
"Even with your looks?" asked Harry incredulously.
At this Aidan's cheeks turned a tiny shade pink, not noticeable in this dim light, unless in real light it would've been a much deeper looking blush.
"Well…it's easy to get lost in a sea of students like here at Hogwarts, even with such, uh, unique appearances as mine." Not completely satisfied, Harry moved on to more personal questions.
"Are you uh, what I mean is, have you ever. That is to say are you a, uh..." Harry couldn't say it.
"Am I a virgin?" Apparently Aidan could.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am."
Blushing severely, Ron asked the next question, as Harry was too embarrassed to continue.
"Why do you, uh, like guys?"
"Because, I was born that way. I can tell you, that no one would choose to be like me given the choice. There's too much discrimination, and hate and prejudice against people like me." Aidan was being quite frank about this and it made Harry and Ron feel a little less shy about their questions. They were up late into the night, after an hour or so Aidan started to question them as well. Ron and Harry decided, wordlessly, that they thought him friendly enough and decided to hang out with him. Finally around 4 in the morning they decided that they'd fall asleep right there, or in class so they decided to at least get their sleep in comfortable beds.
The next week passed uneventfully except for instead of being a no one, Aidan was now known through out all of Hogwarts. Rumors flew with truth, as only rumors and truth can in such a place as school, except for a few "secret" glares from the likes as Crabbe and Goyle, nothing major happened.
Nothing major happened, until next week when Crabbe and Goyle stepped in front of Aidan while he was walking to his next class with Ron.
"Hey, look Goyle. It's the pervert." Taunted Crabbe.
Aidan didn't flinch, or twitch a single muscle. The only thing revealing slightly how much trouble Crabbe had just gotten himself and Goyle in was the mischievous shine to Aidan's gray-green eyes.
Goyle laughed.
"Yeah pervert, did you do anything to any of the first years last night?" teased Goyle.
They both pulled out their wands.
"Maybe we should teach the pervert a lesson, eh?" suggested Goyle.
Before either them could make a move Aidan gracefully handed his books to Ron who took them, along with Aidan's wand.
Aidan started to move, but in a suggestive manner that was far more than just a walk. Crabbe and Goyle's eyes went wide, Aidan was walking, and with a seductive manner they had never encountered, but recognized it for what it was.
"Oh surely," started Aidan in a husky whisper, that still carried. "Two strong men like you don't need wands to punish me. Oh and how I want you to punish me." Aidan stepped closer to them both. They took two steps back.
"Are you running away from me?" Aidan pouted. "Oh but I was going to show you such things you could only imagine." He winked.
Crabbe and Goyle screamed in unions and fled down the hall.
Everyone was silent and stared at Aidan. He resumed his usual walk and manner, took his books from Ron and simply said.
"Guess they aren't my type."
Even Malfoy's laughter could be heard following Crabbe and Goyle.
Aidan walked to class most satisfied.
"Now, One, Two, Three, Four, yes. Yes! Very good" Encouraged Aidan, this was his only class with Dumbledore.
"Wonderful! You're getting much better." Aidan gave him a proud smile.
"Thank you Aidan, dance has always interested me." Came Dumbledore's response.
An abrupt knock on the door interrupted their conversation; Dumbledore opened it for the visitor.
It was professor Snape carrying a bruised and beaten boy.
"Snape, why didn't you take him to the hospital wing? He's obviously very injured." Reprimanded the headmaster.
"Because he wouldn't be safe there from those who caused this, and believe me they intended much more than just this." Replied Snape flatly.
A look of fear mixed with rage and other emotions filled Snape's eyes, Aidan's eyes mirrored the same storm; but with cold planning stirred in.
"What's his name?" Inquired Aidan, coolly.
"Neville, Neville Longbottom," Was Dumbledore's quick response. "I remember him, got put in a paralysis spell by Hermione Granger one night."
Aidan produced a jar of bruise salve from his book bag, next to the headmaster's desk. He then directed Snape to lie him down on the couch, against the wall opposite the desk's left side. Then, after opening the jar and pulling off Neville's robe and shirt, and magicking up a sheet so the salve wouldn't stain the couch, Aidan began to gently massage the salve into Neville's unconscious form with the air of someone who'd done this to himself far too many times. Though Aidan's air was professional, some of his thoughts were not.
I wonder if anyone has noticed he's not the little boy he was when he got here.
It was true; Neville's entire upper body had developed more. His arms while they weren't bulging with muscle, they were strong. And his chest and abs weren't chiseled, but they were smoothed and slightly defined to the point where it was attractive, Aidan also, sheepishly, noted the faint trail leading from Neville's bellybutton down into his trousers.
All the while Snape had been watching, making mental notes about Aidan.
Not the boy slut I expected, I think I'm gonna like this boy.
By this time Aidan had covered Neville's entire top body with the salve. He reached for the bottom of a pant leg and rolled it up to see how badly bruised it was.
Not much bruising, a little salve here and there will take care of the worst.
He also noted Neville's muscular legs.
No, he's not the little boy Harry told me about at all.
Aidan brushed some of Neville's hair out of his face and noticed that his face was relatively untouched.
Aidan stood up; both headmaster and teacher noticed his rather "motherly" air about him.
"I'd like to stay here with him through the night." Though it was formed as a request, it was clear Aidan would do it weather they liked it or not. They both sighed. Snape replied first to Dumbledore.
"I think Aidan would be very responsible, and he does seem like the best person who should be here if Neville should awake."
"Yes, I agree," Replied Dumbledore thoughtfully he added a small mattress, sleeping bag, and pillow next to his desk. "You are excused from all off your classes for the next two days. If Neville does not wake up by then we are moving him to the hospital wing, and we'll make it safe."
"Thank you." Then came an unexpected hug for each of them.
Snape and Dumbledore left Aidan and Neville in the headmaster's office, and headed for the Great Hall, this wasn't going to go unpunished.