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Ginny saw him. He was chatting with a few of her classmates after classes had ended. She couldn't believe he was a teacher. And so young. He didn't seem like a teacher nor a wizard for that matter. He seemed. . . normal.
/He's really something isn't he?/ a voice in Ginny's head said. /But I know you like black-haired emerald eyed boys./ Ginny blushed. She was connected to Phoenix whether she liked it or not. /With scars on their foreheads no less./ Even though Phoenix was elegant, she sometimes act like a teenage girl.
Ginny just blushed. A few moments later she saw a shadow loomed over her.
"It is a nice day my lady," he said smiling. "I see that you are happy. So? did he confess his undying love for you yet?" he asked bluntly. He was like that when she met him in the Lion's Heart. Always to the point.
"What?" she blushed at his question. She had forgotten how blunt he could be. "Could we talk about this another time, Professor Hart?" she nervously glanced at the other students trying to see if anyone was eavesdropping.
"And I thought he made an impression after his song," Professor Hart sighed. "Really lady Ginny, you have to be more open about your feelings."
"Not unless I know about his," Ginny sighed. She decided to change the subject. "But the way, thanks for Carbuncle," she smiled.
"Carbuncle came to you," he said matching her smile. "I only took care of her. She has her own mind, you know?"
"She's nice," she agreed. "Somehow she keeps the place calm."
"She liked to resolve things before resorting to..." he didn't continue. "In any case, it was nice seeing you again, lady Ginny," he smiled and left. Ginny blinked after him. Why was he so formal? Sighing, she left for the Griffindor common room.
* * * *
"It's kind of funny," Ron said as they walked the halls of Hogwarts.
"What is?" Harry asked.
"Leon Hart?" Ron said disbelieving. "As in Lion's Heart?"
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "But he didn't look like someone who knows anything against the dark arts."
"First rule is never show your opponents your strengths immediately if not at all," Professor Hart said as he tapped the boys' shoulders making them jump. "It tends to make them commit mistakes. Usually, fatally."
"You scared us, Professor," Ron said as he held his heart.
"Imagine what it would be if I was an assassin sent out to kill you?" his smiled gave Harry and Ron the shivers. "Never the less it is also unhealthy to be paranoid." His usual tone returned. "So, have you had any more attempts to win the hearts of two young ladies?" he asked almost in his usual self/
"Not yet," Harry sighed. "But I'll try when we visit Hogsmead." Ron merely looked at Harry and blushed. He didn't know why his friend did that. But he dismissed it and looked at the teacher.
"Well then," he smiled at both of them. Although, Harry thought it was more mischievous with Ron. "I'll be seeing you." he said and left the two of them.
"I still think that he's scary," Ron said. Harry smiled and nodded in agreement.
* * * * *
Hermione still couldn't believe it. The same person that saved her from Draco Malfoy was her teacher. He had the same kind look he had whenever he faced her but every time a Slytherin looks at him as if judging him by appearance, his face was the same cold look he gave Malfoy before.
Nevertheless, it seemed like the fear of the innocent will never come from him. Saying that she really wanted to maintain her innocence. She didn't like the professor being angry with her. At least he knew what he was teaching. But he seemed like a freshly graduate student. How could he be so knowledgeable?
And it seemed that every other teacher was wary of him. Except professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.
Even the scary potions master is afraid of him. Hell, every Slytherin, including the Bloody Baron's afraid of him.
"Why?" Hermione asked herself. What could cause fear in their hearts. She never heard such occurrence with the other houses.
"There you go again," an annoying but much welcomed voice called her. She sighed as she turned for face HIM. "You're thinking too much."
"At least I exercise my brain, Ron," she retorted.
"Hey! I also think," Ron said glaring at the witch.
"Really? About what?" she challenged.
"You," it came as a whisper. Hermione looked at him as if Ron had done something impossible; out do her in class.
"What?" she heard it but quite couldn't believe it. Ron slightly blushed realizing that he said out loud his thoughts. He turned away from her and muttered a disclaimer. She would have laughed at Ron's reaction if she were not so shocked by his earlier comment.
"It's getting late," Ron said as he looked at her. "We'll be late for dinner."
Smiling at herself, Hermione followed him. The darkness hides her blush.
****
"Hey Ginny!" Harry called the young Weasley as he saw her by the portrait portal. The young witch smiled when she saw him.
"Hi Harry," she smiled. "Where's my brother?" she looked around and found that the trio were missing two.
"He went to find Hermione," he sighed. That was about an hour ago. How long could it take to find her?
"Anyway," Ginny smiled, glad that she could spend some time alone with him. but, "Alone" is a little bit harsh.
/Go on! Take him into your arms and kiss him!/ an exited voice told her. Ginny blushed furiously. Harry frowned as he notice her fidget.
"Ginny?" he was worried. She became quiet all of a sudden that he thought of the worse. Suddenly, he looked at her closer, his forehead almost touching hers. Up close he could see her eyes staring into nothingness.
Harry slightly blushed as he noticed that Ginny was radiant as ever. His heart sped as he thought of this. And an evil thought came into his mind. His lips were so close to hers that he could feel she soft breath as she slowly breathed. If Ginny would look up they just might... No! He can't do such a thing! He can't violate his friend with evil thoughts. He just can't take advantage of her. Can he?
It was an inward battle that Harry was sure he would lose. But will he really lose? If he kissed her and she returned his feelings it would be okay. But what if she didn't? Harry could see himself from above his grave as angels led his soul to his final destination.
Deeply, Harry thought if it was all worth it for a kiss from her. Then suddenly, he felt that they were not alone. Slowly, silently cringing, he turned to see if he was correct. Standing straight, Harry looked around the dark hall but found nothing. But deep in his soul he knew they were being watched.
"Harry?" Ginny asked what was wrong. She finally had gotten out of her trance. She looked at him worriedly and then to the dark hall where his eyes held.
"Let's get in, it's getting late," he smiled at her. Nodding in agreement, Ginny told the fat lady the password.
* * *** ****
Amethyst eyes watched as the two Griffindors entered their tower. He was a bit disappointed by the scene but he smiled. It was still progress.
The thing that nagged in his mind is that the boy felt his presence. It never happened before. But he was more vexed to the fact that he didn't make his move rather than him being found out.
"Boys these days are so shy," he said out loud. He hid in the shadows for he was comfortable there.
"It was the same when YOU where here," his eyes shifted to see Nearly- headless Nick floating towards him.
"I wasn't shy," he said as he smirked. "I was scared to death."
"Same philosophy," the ghost said as he went through a wall. Again he was alone. Alone with his thoughts.
"I hate being summoned," he sighed and was lost in darkness.
End of 8
A/n: Thanks for all the reviews. Actually those were the reason I kept updating at least once a day.
Ginny saw him. He was chatting with a few of her classmates after classes had ended. She couldn't believe he was a teacher. And so young. He didn't seem like a teacher nor a wizard for that matter. He seemed. . . normal.
/He's really something isn't he?/ a voice in Ginny's head said. /But I know you like black-haired emerald eyed boys./ Ginny blushed. She was connected to Phoenix whether she liked it or not. /With scars on their foreheads no less./ Even though Phoenix was elegant, she sometimes act like a teenage girl.
Ginny just blushed. A few moments later she saw a shadow loomed over her.
"It is a nice day my lady," he said smiling. "I see that you are happy. So? did he confess his undying love for you yet?" he asked bluntly. He was like that when she met him in the Lion's Heart. Always to the point.
"What?" she blushed at his question. She had forgotten how blunt he could be. "Could we talk about this another time, Professor Hart?" she nervously glanced at the other students trying to see if anyone was eavesdropping.
"And I thought he made an impression after his song," Professor Hart sighed. "Really lady Ginny, you have to be more open about your feelings."
"Not unless I know about his," Ginny sighed. She decided to change the subject. "But the way, thanks for Carbuncle," she smiled.
"Carbuncle came to you," he said matching her smile. "I only took care of her. She has her own mind, you know?"
"She's nice," she agreed. "Somehow she keeps the place calm."
"She liked to resolve things before resorting to..." he didn't continue. "In any case, it was nice seeing you again, lady Ginny," he smiled and left. Ginny blinked after him. Why was he so formal? Sighing, she left for the Griffindor common room.
* * * *
"It's kind of funny," Ron said as they walked the halls of Hogwarts.
"What is?" Harry asked.
"Leon Hart?" Ron said disbelieving. "As in Lion's Heart?"
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "But he didn't look like someone who knows anything against the dark arts."
"First rule is never show your opponents your strengths immediately if not at all," Professor Hart said as he tapped the boys' shoulders making them jump. "It tends to make them commit mistakes. Usually, fatally."
"You scared us, Professor," Ron said as he held his heart.
"Imagine what it would be if I was an assassin sent out to kill you?" his smiled gave Harry and Ron the shivers. "Never the less it is also unhealthy to be paranoid." His usual tone returned. "So, have you had any more attempts to win the hearts of two young ladies?" he asked almost in his usual self/
"Not yet," Harry sighed. "But I'll try when we visit Hogsmead." Ron merely looked at Harry and blushed. He didn't know why his friend did that. But he dismissed it and looked at the teacher.
"Well then," he smiled at both of them. Although, Harry thought it was more mischievous with Ron. "I'll be seeing you." he said and left the two of them.
"I still think that he's scary," Ron said. Harry smiled and nodded in agreement.
* * * * *
Hermione still couldn't believe it. The same person that saved her from Draco Malfoy was her teacher. He had the same kind look he had whenever he faced her but every time a Slytherin looks at him as if judging him by appearance, his face was the same cold look he gave Malfoy before.
Nevertheless, it seemed like the fear of the innocent will never come from him. Saying that she really wanted to maintain her innocence. She didn't like the professor being angry with her. At least he knew what he was teaching. But he seemed like a freshly graduate student. How could he be so knowledgeable?
And it seemed that every other teacher was wary of him. Except professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.
Even the scary potions master is afraid of him. Hell, every Slytherin, including the Bloody Baron's afraid of him.
"Why?" Hermione asked herself. What could cause fear in their hearts. She never heard such occurrence with the other houses.
"There you go again," an annoying but much welcomed voice called her. She sighed as she turned for face HIM. "You're thinking too much."
"At least I exercise my brain, Ron," she retorted.
"Hey! I also think," Ron said glaring at the witch.
"Really? About what?" she challenged.
"You," it came as a whisper. Hermione looked at him as if Ron had done something impossible; out do her in class.
"What?" she heard it but quite couldn't believe it. Ron slightly blushed realizing that he said out loud his thoughts. He turned away from her and muttered a disclaimer. She would have laughed at Ron's reaction if she were not so shocked by his earlier comment.
"It's getting late," Ron said as he looked at her. "We'll be late for dinner."
Smiling at herself, Hermione followed him. The darkness hides her blush.
****
"Hey Ginny!" Harry called the young Weasley as he saw her by the portrait portal. The young witch smiled when she saw him.
"Hi Harry," she smiled. "Where's my brother?" she looked around and found that the trio were missing two.
"He went to find Hermione," he sighed. That was about an hour ago. How long could it take to find her?
"Anyway," Ginny smiled, glad that she could spend some time alone with him. but, "Alone" is a little bit harsh.
/Go on! Take him into your arms and kiss him!/ an exited voice told her. Ginny blushed furiously. Harry frowned as he notice her fidget.
"Ginny?" he was worried. She became quiet all of a sudden that he thought of the worse. Suddenly, he looked at her closer, his forehead almost touching hers. Up close he could see her eyes staring into nothingness.
Harry slightly blushed as he noticed that Ginny was radiant as ever. His heart sped as he thought of this. And an evil thought came into his mind. His lips were so close to hers that he could feel she soft breath as she slowly breathed. If Ginny would look up they just might... No! He can't do such a thing! He can't violate his friend with evil thoughts. He just can't take advantage of her. Can he?
It was an inward battle that Harry was sure he would lose. But will he really lose? If he kissed her and she returned his feelings it would be okay. But what if she didn't? Harry could see himself from above his grave as angels led his soul to his final destination.
Deeply, Harry thought if it was all worth it for a kiss from her. Then suddenly, he felt that they were not alone. Slowly, silently cringing, he turned to see if he was correct. Standing straight, Harry looked around the dark hall but found nothing. But deep in his soul he knew they were being watched.
"Harry?" Ginny asked what was wrong. She finally had gotten out of her trance. She looked at him worriedly and then to the dark hall where his eyes held.
"Let's get in, it's getting late," he smiled at her. Nodding in agreement, Ginny told the fat lady the password.
* * *** ****
Amethyst eyes watched as the two Griffindors entered their tower. He was a bit disappointed by the scene but he smiled. It was still progress.
The thing that nagged in his mind is that the boy felt his presence. It never happened before. But he was more vexed to the fact that he didn't make his move rather than him being found out.
"Boys these days are so shy," he said out loud. He hid in the shadows for he was comfortable there.
"It was the same when YOU where here," his eyes shifted to see Nearly- headless Nick floating towards him.
"I wasn't shy," he said as he smirked. "I was scared to death."
"Same philosophy," the ghost said as he went through a wall. Again he was alone. Alone with his thoughts.
"I hate being summoned," he sighed and was lost in darkness.
End of 8
A/n: Thanks for all the reviews. Actually those were the reason I kept updating at least once a day.