Mayhem
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except OCs and plot ideas.
Previously:
"Well, I'm Harry. This is Ron, Neville, Luna, and Ginny," he said, indicating each in turn. "What brings you to Hogwarts?"
"Our school was attacked and burned," Elle said easily. "Professor Dumbledore agreed to let us finish our education here." Seeing the shocked, sympathetic faces around her, she added, "It's not a big deal."
Paul laughed and added, "It's just a school."
Hermione looked at him, aghast. "Just a school? Just a school?" She sat, at a loss for words.
The carriage finally shuddered to life, and they trundled up the road towards Hogwarts.
As they entered the Great Hall, Harry scrutinized the newcomers out of the corner of his eye. They seemed utterly unimpressed, as if golden plates and goblets were merely commonplace items. As his group veered towards their table, Paul and Elle turned and headed down toward the Slytherin table.
"Figures," Hermione muttered. "Stupid bastards, I hope they fucking rot in hell."
Ron looked at her amazedly. "You really hate them, don't you?" Seeing her glower, he hastily added, "I mean, they're evil gits, aren't they?"
Ginny sidled over to Harry and whispered, "Hermione really doesn't like those two, does she?"
"Really?" Harry asked. "It looks like she loves 'em. Just kidding," he added with a smile as Ginny looked at him questioningly.
Throughout the Sorting and the feast, Harry continuously shot looks at Paul and Elle. She entranced him, this dark, beautiful person. He sighed dejectedly as the feast came to an end. He stood with Ginny as Ron and Hermione began to shepherd the first years toward the Gryffindor common room. As he was leaving the Great Hall, he was stopped by none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Look at what I've got, Potter," he drawled. "Fresh meat." Harry struggled to keep his face neutral, having heard too much of Malfoy's sexcapades.
"Eat shit, Malfoy," he growled. He started up the stairs as Draco yelled, "Oooh, is wee Potter jealous? We can always trade for the Weaslette!" Harry kept climbing, pushing past underclassmen as he stormed off to Gryffindor tower.
(passage of time)
The next morning Harry was sipping his coffee when schedules were handed down the table. He glanced down his schedule dejectedly.
He muttered, "I probably have the worst Monday ever. Double Transfiguration in the morning and Double Potions this afternoon," he moaned. "How I even got into the N.E.W.T. potions class I'll never know..." He began loading his plate with kippers and eggs as Ron and Hermione sat down beside him, followed by Ginny and Neville. Reaching over he kissed Ginny on the cheek as he tucked in. The post owls flew over his head. As usual Neville received something he forgot, and Draco Malfoy got his supply of sweets. Surprisingly a barn owl landed in front of Hermione. Her eyes widened as she took the letter from it and watched it fly away. As she read it, her eyes grew wide and fearful. Quickly she stuffed the letter in her robes. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and saw Paul and Elle exchanging laughs. Paul glanced over and saw Harry staring at them. Elle smiled seductively. Beckoning to him, she stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. Unconsciously, Harry stood.
Ginny grabbed his arm. "Harry, where ya going?" she asked tentatively.
Harry replied, "Oh, I'm just heading to Transfiguration early. I need to talk to Professor McGonagall about N.E.W.T.S." He bent down. Cupping her face, he kissed her gently on the lips. "I'll see you at lunch," he murmured. "All right?"
"All right, I'll see you then," she said. With that, Harry left the Great Hall and accidentally walked straight into Elle.
"Oh damn," he said hurriedly, "I didn't see you there-" He was silenced as Elle placed her finger on his lips.
"You talk too much," she said, and pressed his lips against his. The sensations were immediate and painfully intense. Fire, passion and unbridled lust swirled through him, their tongues in an intricate dance. Strangely Harry realized there was also an aftertaste of blood. Finally he realized who he was kissing and jerked away.
"What the fuck do you think you're playing at?" he demanded of her.
She smiled and asked playfully, "Oh, so you didn't enjoy that?"
Harry stammered, "No! Well, yes...but no, yes, that's not what I mean..."
Elle started laughing, enjoying Harry's obvious discomfort. Still chuckling, she leaned into his ear and whispered, "Meet me here at 10. See you in Potions." She sauntered off towards the Charms hall.
Harry stood there stunned for a few moments, then, collecting his wits, he hurried to Transfiguration.
A/N: I know (passage of time) is weird, but won't let me use any kind of separating line.