An Angel at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any characters that you have never heard of. The rest of it belongs to J.K Rowling and other people.
Note: Please read. This story might by slash, but there are no really intimate stuff that you wouldn't like to read as I am not prepared to write that yet. There might be some kissing, but that's about it. REALLY!
Last chapter in An Angle at Hogwarts: Ron and Hermione were talking about Harry's misfortune of not being able to stay at the Burrow whilst shyly flirting with each other. Harry was bitten by a veela-vamp which turned him into a permanent veela-man! A certain nosy reporter spotted him at Flourish and Blotts and the whole wizarding community has fallen in love with him.
***Chapter 2: Hogwarts***
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, resident hero and defeater of the greatest Dark Lord was supposedly spotted at Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, buying some books. The sighting had caused an immediate crowd to gather around the large bookstore and all were completely befuddled when they saw none other than a boy with all of Harry Potter's trademark characteristics. With his scar and round glasses, this boy was no real beauty, but witnesses have concurred that Harry Potter had now also been blessed with some God-like appearances! The Daily Prophet has not been able to get hold of recent pictures of the Adonis, but we will have definite attempts at doing so.
So now this great, brave and sweet wizard is not only famous, but one of the most beautiful men in the world!
By Rita Skeeter
Draco Malfoy snapped the newspaper together and lazily threw it onto the long dining table. He crossed his long legs, slowly putting his hand behind his silver haired head.
Trust Potter to have another publicity stunt pulled on him. I would feel pity towards him if I could.
He snorted.
Potter, resident hero and Adonis. He wishes! Smug git was so scrawny last year, he wasn't even up to my chest. Wish I could see him now, with his dorky glasses and stuck up hair and too big clothes.
Draco lithely got up from the dining room chair and headed to his room, which was un-brightly decorated by a huge canopy with a beautifully soft bed underneath, relatively modern but expensive chairs and desk and the largest closet in the world which ranged from designer muggle clothes to luxurious robes to formal dress-wear to very formal occasions.
The silver haired boy walked into the room and the first thing he did was stride from the door of his expansive room to the beautiful and intricate body-length mirror. He looked at himself, trying to find flaws in his look.
Draco Malfoy, winner of the cutest lil' guy award aged seven and photographed for Zazoon, a famous wizard's hairdressing company at the age of fifteen, was a handsome young man now of sixteen and strived to be the best, to look the best and respected most of all. He knew he was vain, but who wasn't? He knew he was a despised Slytherin and most of all, he knew that the only thing he'd beat stupid Harry Potter with was his looks and he was damn proud of it.
"Oh, do you have to do that every single time you come in, not that I object." The mirror with a voice of a young woman's piped up. Draco raised a delicate eyebrow.
"It's just that you look simply ravishing already." She explained. Draco knew that if she could, she would have blushed.
"Thank you." Draco said suprisingly politely. For a thing with no real human form, she sure did get a lot of attention from Draco.
Draco looked over to the huge window, it was a very nice summer's day and there was little wind, he had thought that the summer had been rather peaceful. His father was abroad, maybe doing some evil diabiolical schemes to kill of the runt, Harry Potter and his mother was at the beauty parlour right at this moment, he never saw his parents much and they had only had three dinners with his for the two months, celebrating his birthday and another for giving him the presents for his 16th year living.
Tomorrow would be the start of another lonesome year, surrounded by the dimwits of the century - namely, Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy Parkinson not coming far behind.
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Harry had not been so nervous in the whole of his miserable life. He was standing in the shadows, in the corner of platform 9 and 3 quarters. But having Hedwig screeching her brains out, his oversized trunk and the not so secretive appearance, he was stuck in a very bad situation. Many students had suddenly stopped in their tracks to gawk at him, Harry had not been so shocked so much before he read the Daily Prophet article on him, he would have thought they'd understand and not give him any grief. But at least 20 Hogwart's students had come up to him and asked in a timid voice if he was really Harry Potter. His answer was of course, ¡¥yes¡¦, he didn¡¦t really like lying. They all went back either giggling furiously or shaking their heads in amazement. It had been even worse when he first arrived at King's Cross. They had been too overly...intimate.
"Hello, mister. You seem a little lost, would you like some help?" A young business woman had asked dazedly when he had walked into the station. Harry gulped.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine, thank you." He replied and started for the wall through to the platform. It had taken all the woman's restraint to not pounce on him right there. Harry hurriedly made for the wall, but was intercepted by a boy about his age, smoking a cigarette. He confidently walked towards Harry and stopped, standing just inches away from the other scared young man.
"Need any help, pretty boy?" The tight t-shirt wearing boy asked in a husky tone. Harry gulped visibly while the boy smirked at him and swiftly inched a little closer.
"N-no, no, thanks." Harry tried to pull away, but desperate as he was, the stranger had a firm grip on his waist.
"Wanna come back to my place." The fowardness of the boy made Harry speechless as he tried to pry the fingers of the frightening boy off his arms. "What's the matter?" He asked dangerously, and just as he was about to kiss Harry, some strong arms came and pulled him away. The spandex wearing young man growled in protest and sauntered off, leaving a completely shocked Harry with the burly man that had saved him from the clutches of the hormonal teenager.
"Thank you very much. I must be-be going." Harry stuttered and ran away before anyone else was in the wrong mind and tried to kiss him.
His looks had caused him much more trouble than he had anticipated and he was like a mouse trapped by many, and I mean very many hungry cats. The platform was not yet full of all the students and they had not begun boarding the Hogwart's express as Harry had arrived quite early. He was fully aware that many people were gaping at him with fish like appearances but had not the courage to look at them directly, so instead became very interested in some of the books he had bought in Flourish and Blotts.
Twenty minutes had passed when Harry heard a familiar voice.
"Where the heck is Harry? I haven't seen him yet, wonder if he's been held up by his ruddy relatives." Ron's voice said irratibly a few metres away from him.
"I'm sure he'll be here. Don't worry about it." Another familiar voice, Hermione Granger's.
Harry decided that this would be a good time to butt in.
"Hey guys, did you miss me?" He asked, in a low and casual tone. The pair swung around and was met by the most godly sight they had ever seen.
"Ugh..."
"Huh?"
A few collective minutes of silence for Ron and Hermione to get back to their senses and a huge rush of hugs proceeded.
"Harry, we've missed you so much!" Hermione squealed and hugged him tightly.
"Blimey Harry, what did you do to yourself this time?" Ron sounded exasperated whilst thumping Harry on the back.
Harry grinned, he liked to have his best friends back after such a long time of not seeing them.
"Nothing much, just a little run in with some monsters, nearly the whole wizarding community and a strange perverted seventeen year old guy." He replied nonchantly. Ron and Hermione pretended that they didn¡¦t hear the last bit.
¡§What do you mean, nothing much?! Harry, this is definitely serious, trust me, even Hermione is looking at you lustfully¡Kwhich is a bad thing. Harry, even I¡¦m looking at you a second time.¡¨ Ron said, exasperated, he yanked Harry by the collar and pulled him into the compartment, with Hermione following behind, leaving a trail of drool in her presence.
Harry blinked a few times and shook his head. This wasn¡¦t happening! He had felt safest with his two best friends, but now, what was he supposed to do? Let them ask him questions and look at him ¡¥lewdly.¡¦ He didn¡¦t want to think about it¡K
¡§Beep, beep!¡¨ The whistle of the Hogwart¡¦s express sounded and the students began to cram into the train compartments. Ron had chosen the very end one to sit him down and look down at him both amazedly and curiously.
¡§Okay Harry, I¡¦m listening. Spill.¡¨
So Harry started off at the very beginning where he had just walked out of the cheese factory, to when he had encountered the devilishly alluring Veela-vamps (Hermione had gasped at this display of entrancement), till when he had been goggled at in Flourish and Blotts. His voice had become very hoarse at the end and both Hermione and Ron had white startled faces. Harry was spilling out all his worries to his best friends, he never wanted this to happen, the man-whore thing was very bad and he didn¡¦t like to be pretty looking. He liked OLD Harry Potter.
Innocent Harry, poor Harry, how was he going to get back to his real self?
¡§I don¡¦t want any of this, I¡¦m going to get teased at school for looking like I wear mascara and lip gloss. I¡¦m going to be sneered at by the Slytherins. I¡¦m too tall for all my clothes now and
Ron was the first to react; he patted Harry awkwardly on the back and started mumbling:
¡§It¡¦s not too bad, at least you look good¡Kum, let me rephrase that¡K
YOU LOOK LIKE A BLOODY ANGELIC SEX-SYMBOL HARRY, THE WHOLE WORLD WANTS TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS, HECK, EVEN I WANT TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS!¡¨
Ron let out a long breath of air and sat down, running his hands through his flaming red hair. He looked cautiously at Harry, who was stock still, but then turned around to face him.
Harry was stark white but tried to remain cool¡Kbut failing miserably to do so.
¡§Ron, don¡¦t say that. It¡¦s not very, er. What I mean to say is that¡Kum, STOP SCARING ME!¡¨ He yelped and ran out of the compartment.
Hermione and Ron blinked a few times and then looked at each other. They gulped.
¡§I think we just frightened Harry off, Ron. What are we going to do?¡¨ Hermione asked nervously, wringing her hands and looking at the path of open doors that Harry had made, running out of the room. Ron thought for a while, clearly still embarrassed about what he said.
¡§I think we should get some of those charms that Bill told me about. It¡¦s something to do with warding off veela. But he said that it was only for a particular one of the species. It¡¦s hard to come by, but I think we¡¦ll find two.¡¨
Hermione looked at him curiously.
¡§Did you really mean what you said?¡¨
The other turned a beet-red.
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Ginny Weasley was sitting right on top of Harry Potter. The distracting position they were in was not very comfortable for Harry. He had just run out of one room full of crazed people and now another room inhabited by none other but his ¡¥biggest admirer.¡¦
Ginny looked at Harry with what Harry knew was hunger, lust and necessary violent action.
¡§Ginny, what are you doing?!¡¨ Harry yelled and tried pushing her off him. But Ginny had seemingly gotten super human strength and had a very secure hold near his chest. Harry wriggled in frustration and fear, trying to pry himself out of another lust filled scenario. He hated himself. Ginny¡¦s eyes were a blank brown colour; she was a stranger to him. The eyes he usually saw were of a sweet, chocolaty kind and sparkled.
¡§Ginny, get off me now.¡¨ Harry commanded seriously, trying all his best not to panic. This wasn¡¦t Ginny¡¦s fault. It was all his.
¡§You¡¦re¡K¡¨ Ginny tried to say something, but with a loss for words, she lowered her head and kissed him passionately on the lips. This lasted for about two seconds before Harry used the distraction to push himself to the side so he was no longer underneath the petite girl. Ginny started.
¡§Ha-Harry, I¡¦m so-so sorry. I di-didn¡¦t mean to.¡¨ She started to sob loudly and tears streaked her face when she had fully realised what she had done. Harry awkwardly got closer to her and hugged the poor girl; he didn¡¦t blame her at all. He blamed himself.
¡§It¡¦s not your fault Ginny.¡¨ He laughed: ¡§I¡¦ve had much worse.¡¨
¡§Oh, but it is! I shouldn¡¦t have, it wa-was stupid!¡¨ She said, now sniffing and with her arms around Harry. ¡§I don¡¦t know wh-what got into me.¡¨
¡§I do,¡¨ was all that Harry could say.
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End of Chapter 2
Hay Lin here!!! I¡¦m really sorry that I didn¡¦t update for such a long time. It was my exam week and everything so I was really busy. This chapter was okay, but a little short. I didn¡¦t think it was very well done as I was hurried to finish it so that you cool people could read it. I don¡¦t see how you could like it though¡K
Next chapter, there will be much, much more of our Draco and I think Harry will actually be talking to him. I¡¦m sooooo sorry that nothing has happened with the two yet. But I¡¦m not gonna hurry any interaction between the two right now. It just spoils it!
Buh-bye and please review. Keeps me going!
~~~Hay Lin~~~
P.s. Thanks to Reah for giving me some ideas!