I must say. Harry is terrible at flirting. Even though his past is different.

Sorry it's short.

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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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