Title: New to Hogwarts.
Author: Chibi Strawberry Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. But I love locking them in my closet every once in a while. I do however own Puck.
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Puck/? Rating: right now I think PG or PG-13 Feed Back: This is my 1st fan fic! So. YES!! PLEASE!!
Author's notes: I feel like this might be a long note. -_- Well anyways, this is my first fan fic. I'm pleased to have done it and I want to make more. I love the whole Draco/Harry stuff, but I'm not sure how long it will take me to get to that part in this story. I just wanted to introduce Puck and then go from there. I hope to get feed back so I can learn more about writing. I look forward to any advice or whatever.
On another note I like to have music to my writing so most of the time there will be a song that I think fits the mood to my story. and for this story that song being. I don't have one yet. -_- *sigh*
Dedication: I would like to thank my friend Kelsey for making me read Harry Potter in the first place. *Hugs* and I would also like to thank the voice in my head telling me that this was a good idea.
Summary: A new year at Hogwarts! And Harry is finding himself swooning over Draco, but he might have competition as a strange new student may steal his secret, his love, his sliver Dragon away from him.
On more thing: I never had a Bata for this story. so sorry for the stuff that doesn't make since. ^_^ ***
"Slytherin!" The dusty old Sorting hat yelled in the great hall and the Slytherin table exploded with cheer as the young new slytherin girl ran to her table to be greeted by all her new friends.
"Oy. Is it me or are the Slytherins making out this year." Ron uttered across to Harry. "The whole bloody table is full."
"Ron watch you mouth!" Hermione snapped, turning the page in her book. He just shrugged in his seat not say another word.
"He is right, Hermione. Just look at their table." Harry didn't care if she didn't look, but there was a point to make. "Our table is almost bare this year."
"Aw, yea big git..." Fred leaned in with George. "The more Slytherins the more points to be taken off."
"You know it could work in reverse too." Turning another page in her book. The twins were going to counter attack before Professor Dumbledore stood up, gesturing for Professor McGonagall to leave the Sorting Hat on the stool.
"Before we begin our most grand feast." Cheers broke out in the hall and he only continued as it died down. "I have a confusion to make." Professor McGonagall gazed up at Dumbledore not understanding what was going on. "I have allowed a very special student to attend Hogwarts this year. I have not told anyone about this..." He quickly looked at the faces at the head table. Snape eyed him a little harshly. "He is happy to be here among the young witches and wizards of Hogwarts. uh. well. I think I should let him speak for himself... Come in Puck." Dumbledore looked to the main doors of the hall as they opened.
At first no one knew what to expect or accepted.
What made this 'Puck' different then the other students? Was it something like what made Harry himself different when he first came to Hogwarts? Only whispers could now be heard and they came to a halt as the sound of metal hitting the stone floors of the hall. Silence as the figure in the shadows came forward. His four giant hooves sounded like thunder as he walked past the gawking eyes and the gasps.
The tall young centaur strolled to the head table with his powerful arms at his side, head held high as the end of his long black hair dangled around his waist. His black coat shimmering in the light of thousands of candles and it seemed all the more dark from his extremely pale skin.
Dumbledore greeted the centaur with a smile and hug. Ron, Harry and Hermione sat watching with their jaws dropped. Harry only looked away once to look at his secret watch in amazement from his set at the Slytherin table.
"Now to sort you in to a house, young Puck." Dumbledore picked up the hat as Puck knelled his front legs making his height less colossal for Dumbledore to place the sorting hat on top of his head.
The Sorting hat was silent as the rest of the hall was wrapped up in the suspense before the hat yelled out.
"Slytherin!" The cheer form the Slytherins was something that no words could describe. It was both uplifting and crushing all at once. Dumbledore took the hat off of Puck's head and motioned for the hall to be quite.
"As I look at the proud Slytherin table there appears to be no more room." As Dumbledore spoke the table let out a loud disappointed 'aw'. "Puck for the feast you will set at the Gryffindors table by young Mr. Potter there." Harry's head shot up at his name. "At the end of the feast fallow the Slytherin head boy."
"Yes, Master Dumbledore." Pucks smooth deep voice sent shivers through Ron, Harry, Hermione and Harry noticed it in Malfoy too. The hall watched Puck walk slowly to where young nervous Harry sat. He took off his glasses and cleaned the steam off with the corner of his robe. Putting them back on he watched the tall, massive, stunning centaur walk closer.
Puck could see in the young boys face that he was shocked and didn't know what to do. After all he was a Slytherin that was going to sit at the Gryffindor table. He didn't think that has ever happened before and just the sound of his hooves in the great hall told him that everyone was thinking the same thing.
Puck gave out a little giggle when he reached the end of the table. Harry stood up to the young centaur as he approached. Harry looked up to see that Puck had about two feet in height on him. Smiling Puck took Harry's hand in his with a shake and the hall once silent gave in with claps and cheering.
"Let the feast begin!" Dumbledore called out as he returned to his set, which made everyone jump. The hall turned back to his usual atmosphere. The golden plates held the most marvelous food in front of them. Laughing, talking and eat was all you could hear.
"Where are you going to set?" Harry asked puck looking at the chairs in his way. "I mean you can't. well. set down in a chair." Puck started laugh that caught everyone off guard. It was a cheerful laugh coming from the Slytherin.
Everyone jumped at the thought that no Slytherin should have a laugh like that.
"I'll just have to move a chair or two out of the way, now wont I?" He laughed doing just that. Laying on the cold stone floor was no real treat for Puck, but that didn't stop him from laughing and talking with the Gryffindors.
"So how did you get accepted into Hogwarts?" Hermione asked with her full attention towards Puck instead of her books.
"My mother." Puck beautifully laughed resting his elbows on the table. "She is a graduate student from here."
"But I thought you were the first cen-"
"My mother is a witch." He laughed full heartily, cutting off Fred. "It's my father that is a centaur." Ron crooked his noise and slightly stuck out his tongue in disgust. With the idea of what Ron had in his head, Puck thought he better explain a little further. "My mother is an Animagus, Ron."
"So she could turn into a centaur?" Hermione asked trying to take in everything the young Puck was telling.
Harry listened to Puck answer question after question. But he could come up with one of his own. He just stared at the gorgeous creature besides him, watching is fine jaw line move when he talked. Then he forced his attention to Pucks long hair. Harry fallowed the midnight braid as it hung over Puck's brood shoulder and across his powerfully built chest.
"Your hair." Harry asked picking up the braided end, feeling heat rush to his face as he barley brushed Puck's soft white skin with his fingers. Puck squirmed a little at the tickling touch. "Do you have to wrap it like this?"
"I don't have too, but." Puck looked at him with adoring black eyes. "Braiding it lets me wrap it around my waist so I don't trip on it when I walk or run." Harry looked at him thinking of more questions to ask. Like if he was interested in anyone. "You've hardly eaten anything." Puck looked around the table. "Is it a custom to have so much food not being able to eat it?"
The others realized how hungry they were and practically attacked the plates before them. Puck just giggled at his new friends as the devoured their food.
***
"Harry, wait up!" A smooth deep voice called to him before he entered the seventh layer of hell. aka Snape's class. To Harry surprise when he turned around was to see Puck fully dressed in his Slytherin robes, but the shocking part was that Puck now stood only two inches above Harry. His long midnight hair draped to the floor behind him, almost wrapping around his two beautiful. lengthy. strong. legs. Puck laughed has Harry's response was nothing farther than an inhaled gasp. "You alright, mate?" Puck placed an arm around Harry's shoulder.
"Looks like Potter has finally met his demise in the hands of a Slytherin after all." Malfoy snapped at the not breathing to well Harry, making it a little more suggestive then he was expecting.
"Piss off, Draco, you bloody poof." Puck playfully snapped back.
"Finally!" Ron yelled around the corner, running up to Harry and Puck. "Somebody finally said something. I'm just sorry it wasn't me." Malfoy apparently not amused decided to walk in the potions class.
Harry watched Malfoy gracefully walk away in to class. Only wishing Malfoy was walking into Harry's bedroom waiting for his return. Awaiting the shower of kisses Harry would place allover his smooth silky body. To feel Draco touches on his body.
"Breath mate." Puck nudged Harry out of dreaming. "You can't get out of Snape's Class that easy. Besides it's my first day and I don't want to spend it rushing you to the hospital wing."
Potion class was nothing short from real hell. Not only did Harry sit by the seductive looking Puck, but he felt Malfoy's glances in their direction. It confused Harry whether the sharp light blue eyes were for him or Puck. He hoped they were for him; nothing would please Harry more then to have those icy blues stare at him all day.
Harry wanted to run his fingers through Draco's now longer platinum hair, he wanting him to return the gesture. Harry turned to look at Malfoy and was caught by Draco's stare as Draco unknowingly licked his pink lips. Harry shifted in his set, trying to keep things from getting too uncomfortable.
Not known to Harry or Draco him self was that he adored Harry. He adored his big bright green eyes, his short black hair. Draco wanted to kiss the lighting scar on Harry's forehead, hoping that it would heal his pain. Draco smirked and licked his lips when he envisioned Harry in his minds eye, the way that Harry stands with his pelvises bent slightly to the side. Like it was some sort of beckoning, a come hither type of stance.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Malfoy jumped at Snape's voice. "I would suggest that you pay attention in my class, unless of course day dreaming will help you answer my question." Slytherin girls in the back of the class, giggled as Malfoy's face lit up an almost blissful shade of red as he couldn't answer. "Apparently not. that will be fifteen points from Slytherin. Now can anyone answer my question? What ingredient do I need to add to make this potion more effective?" Hermione's hand shot up as always after Snape repeated the question. "Yes, miss Granger?" He always sounds like he wants someone to bet him the head every time he calls on her.
"Heliotrope." Was the herb she answered with.
"I'm almost in shock, Miss Granger." Snape said sarcastically. "For once a wrong answer..." Hermione slumped in her set twirling her fingers around in her hair as a sign of frustration. "Anyone else.?" Snape looked around the class.
More hands shot up but none of them right. Harry tried, even though he knew it was a long shot and got one of Snape's smart arse remarks for his wrong answer. Puck looked around the room secretly, trying not to draw attention to him self. Everyone seemed stumped at Snape's question. Bashfully Puck razed his hand and Snape raised an eye brow.
"Puck." Snape hastily spoke.
"Apples." His voice was deep and full of embarrassment as he felt eyes and giggles around the room that seemed to fallow him everywhere he went.
"I'm pleased to see that *someone* has read his book." Snape snapped at the class. "That will be fifteen points to Slytherin." He uttered with a slight curl in his lip. Puck's face beamed with a goofy grin on his face and Harry sensed Malfoy look their way again.
***
Fin
Until the next class.
Author: Chibi Strawberry Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. But I love locking them in my closet every once in a while. I do however own Puck.
Pairing: Draco/Harry. Puck/? Rating: right now I think PG or PG-13 Feed Back: This is my 1st fan fic! So. YES!! PLEASE!!
Author's notes: I feel like this might be a long note. -_- Well anyways, this is my first fan fic. I'm pleased to have done it and I want to make more. I love the whole Draco/Harry stuff, but I'm not sure how long it will take me to get to that part in this story. I just wanted to introduce Puck and then go from there. I hope to get feed back so I can learn more about writing. I look forward to any advice or whatever.
On another note I like to have music to my writing so most of the time there will be a song that I think fits the mood to my story. and for this story that song being. I don't have one yet. -_- *sigh*
Dedication: I would like to thank my friend Kelsey for making me read Harry Potter in the first place. *Hugs* and I would also like to thank the voice in my head telling me that this was a good idea.
Summary: A new year at Hogwarts! And Harry is finding himself swooning over Draco, but he might have competition as a strange new student may steal his secret, his love, his sliver Dragon away from him.
On more thing: I never had a Bata for this story. so sorry for the stuff that doesn't make since. ^_^ ***
"Slytherin!" The dusty old Sorting hat yelled in the great hall and the Slytherin table exploded with cheer as the young new slytherin girl ran to her table to be greeted by all her new friends.
"Oy. Is it me or are the Slytherins making out this year." Ron uttered across to Harry. "The whole bloody table is full."
"Ron watch you mouth!" Hermione snapped, turning the page in her book. He just shrugged in his seat not say another word.
"He is right, Hermione. Just look at their table." Harry didn't care if she didn't look, but there was a point to make. "Our table is almost bare this year."
"Aw, yea big git..." Fred leaned in with George. "The more Slytherins the more points to be taken off."
"You know it could work in reverse too." Turning another page in her book. The twins were going to counter attack before Professor Dumbledore stood up, gesturing for Professor McGonagall to leave the Sorting Hat on the stool.
"Before we begin our most grand feast." Cheers broke out in the hall and he only continued as it died down. "I have a confusion to make." Professor McGonagall gazed up at Dumbledore not understanding what was going on. "I have allowed a very special student to attend Hogwarts this year. I have not told anyone about this..." He quickly looked at the faces at the head table. Snape eyed him a little harshly. "He is happy to be here among the young witches and wizards of Hogwarts. uh. well. I think I should let him speak for himself... Come in Puck." Dumbledore looked to the main doors of the hall as they opened.
At first no one knew what to expect or accepted.
What made this 'Puck' different then the other students? Was it something like what made Harry himself different when he first came to Hogwarts? Only whispers could now be heard and they came to a halt as the sound of metal hitting the stone floors of the hall. Silence as the figure in the shadows came forward. His four giant hooves sounded like thunder as he walked past the gawking eyes and the gasps.
The tall young centaur strolled to the head table with his powerful arms at his side, head held high as the end of his long black hair dangled around his waist. His black coat shimmering in the light of thousands of candles and it seemed all the more dark from his extremely pale skin.
Dumbledore greeted the centaur with a smile and hug. Ron, Harry and Hermione sat watching with their jaws dropped. Harry only looked away once to look at his secret watch in amazement from his set at the Slytherin table.
"Now to sort you in to a house, young Puck." Dumbledore picked up the hat as Puck knelled his front legs making his height less colossal for Dumbledore to place the sorting hat on top of his head.
The Sorting hat was silent as the rest of the hall was wrapped up in the suspense before the hat yelled out.
"Slytherin!" The cheer form the Slytherins was something that no words could describe. It was both uplifting and crushing all at once. Dumbledore took the hat off of Puck's head and motioned for the hall to be quite.
"As I look at the proud Slytherin table there appears to be no more room." As Dumbledore spoke the table let out a loud disappointed 'aw'. "Puck for the feast you will set at the Gryffindors table by young Mr. Potter there." Harry's head shot up at his name. "At the end of the feast fallow the Slytherin head boy."
"Yes, Master Dumbledore." Pucks smooth deep voice sent shivers through Ron, Harry, Hermione and Harry noticed it in Malfoy too. The hall watched Puck walk slowly to where young nervous Harry sat. He took off his glasses and cleaned the steam off with the corner of his robe. Putting them back on he watched the tall, massive, stunning centaur walk closer.
Puck could see in the young boys face that he was shocked and didn't know what to do. After all he was a Slytherin that was going to sit at the Gryffindor table. He didn't think that has ever happened before and just the sound of his hooves in the great hall told him that everyone was thinking the same thing.
Puck gave out a little giggle when he reached the end of the table. Harry stood up to the young centaur as he approached. Harry looked up to see that Puck had about two feet in height on him. Smiling Puck took Harry's hand in his with a shake and the hall once silent gave in with claps and cheering.
"Let the feast begin!" Dumbledore called out as he returned to his set, which made everyone jump. The hall turned back to his usual atmosphere. The golden plates held the most marvelous food in front of them. Laughing, talking and eat was all you could hear.
"Where are you going to set?" Harry asked puck looking at the chairs in his way. "I mean you can't. well. set down in a chair." Puck started laugh that caught everyone off guard. It was a cheerful laugh coming from the Slytherin.
Everyone jumped at the thought that no Slytherin should have a laugh like that.
"I'll just have to move a chair or two out of the way, now wont I?" He laughed doing just that. Laying on the cold stone floor was no real treat for Puck, but that didn't stop him from laughing and talking with the Gryffindors.
"So how did you get accepted into Hogwarts?" Hermione asked with her full attention towards Puck instead of her books.
"My mother." Puck beautifully laughed resting his elbows on the table. "She is a graduate student from here."
"But I thought you were the first cen-"
"My mother is a witch." He laughed full heartily, cutting off Fred. "It's my father that is a centaur." Ron crooked his noise and slightly stuck out his tongue in disgust. With the idea of what Ron had in his head, Puck thought he better explain a little further. "My mother is an Animagus, Ron."
"So she could turn into a centaur?" Hermione asked trying to take in everything the young Puck was telling.
Harry listened to Puck answer question after question. But he could come up with one of his own. He just stared at the gorgeous creature besides him, watching is fine jaw line move when he talked. Then he forced his attention to Pucks long hair. Harry fallowed the midnight braid as it hung over Puck's brood shoulder and across his powerfully built chest.
"Your hair." Harry asked picking up the braided end, feeling heat rush to his face as he barley brushed Puck's soft white skin with his fingers. Puck squirmed a little at the tickling touch. "Do you have to wrap it like this?"
"I don't have too, but." Puck looked at him with adoring black eyes. "Braiding it lets me wrap it around my waist so I don't trip on it when I walk or run." Harry looked at him thinking of more questions to ask. Like if he was interested in anyone. "You've hardly eaten anything." Puck looked around the table. "Is it a custom to have so much food not being able to eat it?"
The others realized how hungry they were and practically attacked the plates before them. Puck just giggled at his new friends as the devoured their food.
***
"Harry, wait up!" A smooth deep voice called to him before he entered the seventh layer of hell. aka Snape's class. To Harry surprise when he turned around was to see Puck fully dressed in his Slytherin robes, but the shocking part was that Puck now stood only two inches above Harry. His long midnight hair draped to the floor behind him, almost wrapping around his two beautiful. lengthy. strong. legs. Puck laughed has Harry's response was nothing farther than an inhaled gasp. "You alright, mate?" Puck placed an arm around Harry's shoulder.
"Looks like Potter has finally met his demise in the hands of a Slytherin after all." Malfoy snapped at the not breathing to well Harry, making it a little more suggestive then he was expecting.
"Piss off, Draco, you bloody poof." Puck playfully snapped back.
"Finally!" Ron yelled around the corner, running up to Harry and Puck. "Somebody finally said something. I'm just sorry it wasn't me." Malfoy apparently not amused decided to walk in the potions class.
Harry watched Malfoy gracefully walk away in to class. Only wishing Malfoy was walking into Harry's bedroom waiting for his return. Awaiting the shower of kisses Harry would place allover his smooth silky body. To feel Draco touches on his body.
"Breath mate." Puck nudged Harry out of dreaming. "You can't get out of Snape's Class that easy. Besides it's my first day and I don't want to spend it rushing you to the hospital wing."
Potion class was nothing short from real hell. Not only did Harry sit by the seductive looking Puck, but he felt Malfoy's glances in their direction. It confused Harry whether the sharp light blue eyes were for him or Puck. He hoped they were for him; nothing would please Harry more then to have those icy blues stare at him all day.
Harry wanted to run his fingers through Draco's now longer platinum hair, he wanting him to return the gesture. Harry turned to look at Malfoy and was caught by Draco's stare as Draco unknowingly licked his pink lips. Harry shifted in his set, trying to keep things from getting too uncomfortable.
Not known to Harry or Draco him self was that he adored Harry. He adored his big bright green eyes, his short black hair. Draco wanted to kiss the lighting scar on Harry's forehead, hoping that it would heal his pain. Draco smirked and licked his lips when he envisioned Harry in his minds eye, the way that Harry stands with his pelvises bent slightly to the side. Like it was some sort of beckoning, a come hither type of stance.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Malfoy jumped at Snape's voice. "I would suggest that you pay attention in my class, unless of course day dreaming will help you answer my question." Slytherin girls in the back of the class, giggled as Malfoy's face lit up an almost blissful shade of red as he couldn't answer. "Apparently not. that will be fifteen points from Slytherin. Now can anyone answer my question? What ingredient do I need to add to make this potion more effective?" Hermione's hand shot up as always after Snape repeated the question. "Yes, miss Granger?" He always sounds like he wants someone to bet him the head every time he calls on her.
"Heliotrope." Was the herb she answered with.
"I'm almost in shock, Miss Granger." Snape said sarcastically. "For once a wrong answer..." Hermione slumped in her set twirling her fingers around in her hair as a sign of frustration. "Anyone else.?" Snape looked around the class.
More hands shot up but none of them right. Harry tried, even though he knew it was a long shot and got one of Snape's smart arse remarks for his wrong answer. Puck looked around the room secretly, trying not to draw attention to him self. Everyone seemed stumped at Snape's question. Bashfully Puck razed his hand and Snape raised an eye brow.
"Puck." Snape hastily spoke.
"Apples." His voice was deep and full of embarrassment as he felt eyes and giggles around the room that seemed to fallow him everywhere he went.
"I'm pleased to see that *someone* has read his book." Snape snapped at the class. "That will be fifteen points to Slytherin." He uttered with a slight curl in his lip. Puck's face beamed with a goofy grin on his face and Harry sensed Malfoy look their way again.
***
Fin
Until the next class.
