I
must say. Harry is terrible at flirting. Even though his past is
different.
Sorry it's short.
Read and Review. H / Hr
Shipping.
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Harry woke up eagle spread across his
bed. His looked around groggily. He felt so much more relaxed at
School than at home. Don't get the wrong impression, Mum and Dad (Mrs
and Mr. Dimtrov) were great, all Harry ever wanted, aside from his
real parents, but at school the atmosphere was just so much more
relaxed. He rolled out of bed and pulled on his school robe on over
his boxers and headed out the door. Slowly all his friends were
rising. Harry's stomach was gnawing for food.
Harry grabbed
his glasses as he descended the stairs, rubbing his eyes sleepily and
flattening his sleep rumpled hair. He stopped walking as he caught
sight of the New Girl. He brushed his hair to the side, to no avail,
it just hung in his eyes more. Sighing resignedly, Harry shook his
head, letting his hair fall back into place. He casually hopped over
the last two steps and sidled into the Liondragon Den.
"Hey
there." He said, raising one eyebrow and checking Hermione out,
obviously.
"Hey.My face is here." Hermione said,
pointing to her eyes. Harry grinned.
"So.you're my tutor.
This means I get long sessions, late at night and all by myself?
Right" Harry asked, blinking lazily at her, leaning against the
back of a chair facing the fire.
He could see snow falling
through the window above the fireplace.
"Actually, Mr.
Potter, it means I get to teach you. In a classroom. In the middle of
the day. And exert my power over you. I have Tonks' permission."
She replied cooling, thinking to chill his active hormones.
"Don't
exert too much power on me, M'kay baby? I might come early." He
said, running his tongue over his top lip
seductively.
"Hahahahahaha," Hermione laughed
sarcastically, not loosing face at all, "Mr. Potter, do woman
actually respond to the way you pull them?" She asked, almost
sincerely.
"Whoa. Look out Harry, this cat's got teeth."
Sean said from the stair case, flanked by Jake and Leon.
Harry
shot Sean a look to kill as he stepped away from Hermione,
temporarily disengaging himself from verbal battle.
"I'm
so hungry I could eat a hippogriff." Leon said, jumping over the
banister and joining Harry at the trap door leading to the
downstairs.
"Damnit Leon! How many times must I remind
you that Rug Munching Endangered animals is illegal???" Sean
called from in common room as he stooped to grab his text books from
the cough.
Hermione covered a grin with her hand and waiting
for Kate and Mercy to catch up to her. Harry and his friends
disappeared through the door and Hermione tucked her book beneath her
arm. Her first day at this new school. She wondered how different
from Hogwarts it would be.
At breakfast, despite Hermione
protesting, Kate lead Hermione and Mercy over to the Marauders
section of the Liondragon table.
"Hey there, Pussycat."
Harry smirked flirtaceously as Hermione sat down across from
him.
"Don't get your hopes up." She snapped, cutting
her toast in quarters before smothering it in peanut butter and
raspberry jam. She was actually feeling quite self-conscious at the
time. Sitting in front of the Famous Harry Potter; The boy who lived.
She ran her hand over her wavy hair. At least it was on the tame side
today. She felt a little assured that Her mom had let her streak her
hair that summer. SO the highlights took away from the curly ness of
it. That, and the charm McGonagall had taught her to help straighten
it.
Harry didn't say anything after that. Hermione thought
that maybe he got the message that she didn't want to be fending him
off with a stick throughout their lesson. Hermione could see the
looks of envy that Kate was shooting Hermione. Man, she has it bad,
Hermione thought, finishing her toast. Real bad.
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