Capture thy Angel
by sumisweet
Betaed by Bad-Azz-Slytherin Chaos
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Not mine. NOT MINE. The "Harry Potter" series and it's characters belong to JK Rowling. I am only borrowing it for entertainment and enjoyment, not to make a profit.
Author Note: Well, there isn't much to say. Just go enjoy this chapter and then tell me what do you think of it when you're done reading it.
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Piano Angel
It was a beautiful morning in a big town called Merinosy. The sun was shining high in the sky, birds were chirping, and a boy just got hit in the head with a cane. At Sunnieral Private Prep School, seventeen year- old Harry Potter was caught day dreaming again.
"You're a slacker, Potter!" Professor Snape yelled, tapping his thin slender black maple cane on the raven boy's head. "Stop day dreaming or I'll kick you out of this class! Don't think I won't Mr. Potter, even your father and mother's fortune can't bribe you out of this."
"Ouch! Will you stop abusing my head with that cane of yours?!" Harry said while covering his head with both of his hands.
Professor Snape snorted and stopped the harassment. "If I catch you looking out that stupid window again, I swear I'll kick you out of A.P. Chemistry, Mr. Potter."
Walking up to the front of the classroom fluidly as his black long coat flowed behind him, Professor Snape continued to explain the intercourse and result if one mix vial xy with vial gh. Sighing annoyed, Harry readjusted his glasses before he looked at the board and began to write down what Professor Snape was writing.
Half an hour later the bell rang and class was dismissed. Harry got up groggily and when he passed the strict Chemistry teacher, Professor Snape sent him a glare that said, "You better do your homework so it'll be ready to turn in tomorrow or I'll be kicking your sorry ass". Harry shuddered from the glare and almost ran out of the class room.
Catching up with his two best friends, Harry swung his arms around his friends' shoulders. One of his best friends jumped in surprise, gasping at the touch.
"It's okay, 'Mione, it's just me, Harry." Harry assured the bushy hair girl.
"Harry, you gave me quite a scare there." Hermione exclaimed.
"Hey mate, I see you got into trouble with that greasy-haired git again, huh?" Ron, a fiery red-head boy, asked, slapping Harry's back with a loud "slap".
"Jesus, Ron! Will you not hit my back so hard?" Harry said, rubbing his back.
Ron turned slightly pink and mumbled an apology. Harry laughed and said it was okay. Hermione tossed her brown curly hair gracefully and looked at Harry with a very disappointing look. Sighing deeply, Hermione began to lecture Harry.
"Harry, you are failing your A.P. Chemistry class! Stop daydreaming and start studying. You are never going to pass Professor Snape's class if you kept daydreaming or writing notes to your little girlfriends and boyfriends. And Ronald Weasley! How dare you call Professor Snape a greasy-haired git?" Hermione narrowed her eyes dangerously at Ron, who let out a little squeak and hid behind Harry.
"Also Harry, why did you chose A.P. Chemistry if you knew you were going to make it in Professor Snape's class?" Hermione asked as she continued to glare at Ron.
"I can't help it! There are a lot of cute guys and girls in Snape's class." Harry smirked while Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, Harry, do you care about guys and girls more than your own grade?" Hermione asked.
"Do you really have to ask me? Of course I do!" Harry laughed. "It doesn't matter any way because no matter how much effort I put in my school work, I know I'm going to pass."
"Harry, you are abusing your family fortune. Just because your family is one of the top ten wealthiest families in U.K. doesn't mean you can keep bribing your way through school. You need some knowledge in that hollow brain of yours." Hermione tapped Harry's head at the end of her lecturing.
"Oh, Hermione, you're no fun." Harry groaned.
"Um, guys, we should really stop talking and get to Professor McGonagall before we are tardy," Ron suddenly said when he looked at his watch.
"Good idea, Ron. I don't think I want to know what her new punishment is for those who are tardy. Last time was horrible!" Harry exclaimed before he and both of his friends broke into a run to the east side of the school.
Thirty seconds later . . .
"I am so disappointed in you, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall said grimly. "This is the third time this week that you had been tardy to my class. After school, you shall come to this class and write "I shall not be tardy next time" on the board, five hundred times for me. Don't worry if you run out of space because you can use the boards over in the music room if you do."
"Yes ma'am." Harry muttered.
"Good, now sit down. Class, please open your Literature book to page 230. We will read the play 'Romeo and Juliet', today. " Professor McGonagall instructed.
It's funny how unlucky Harry can get. The tardy bell rang just after Hermione, Ron, and him arrived at the B-2 Literacy class, and McGonagall was no where to be seen. While Ron and Hermione rushed to their seats, Harry just stood there and shouted in joy, but then was interrupted by a cough. Turning around, Harry found a very grim Professor McGonagall staring at him. So in the end, Harry got caught while Hermione and Ron got away.
Lunch time . . . .
"Are you guys ready?" Harry smirked at his two best friends.
"I was born ready." Ron smirked back.
"Explain to me why do we have to do this everyday? It's just going to the lunch room, get food, sit at some table and then eat." Hermione said exasperated.
"Because, Hermione, we're some of the most popular kids at this school. We need to make our appearances known in a dramatic, sexy way." Harry said with a smug on his face.
"Fine, fine, fine, let's go already. I'm starving." Hermione said as she took off her black velvet school uniform jacket off her and tied it around her waist. Ron straightened his jacket and took his white blouse out of his black slack (with was against school dress code, section 34, rule number 24, shirts and blouses must be all tucked inside slacks or skirts) and let it sexily frame around his hip. Harry, on the other hand, took off his jacket and swung it over his shoulder. Harry unbuttoned three buttons on top of his blouse, showing off a bit of his well-tone chest, ran one of his hands over his messy raven hair, and winked at his two best friends before he slammed the lunch room's entrance door opened.
The usual rowdy lunchroom silenced at the appearance of the threesome. Girls and boys whistle at Harry as he walked across the lunch room with his two best friends. Who could resist such hot boys and a sexy girl? Harry's raven silky hair was messier than usual and there was a breathtaking smile on his face. His slightly muscular body swayed slightly with each step he took. Hermione walked gracefully beside Harry with an innocent smile on her face. Browns eyes shined with happiness as Hermione wrapped her arm around her boyfriend's. Ron smiled sexily at his girlfriend and then winked at the crowd, making some of the cheerleaders sigh deeply.
After buying their lunch, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat down at "the table" for popular kids. Sitting at the table, was Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson with their girlfriends and boyfriends.
"Quite an entrance there, Harry, Hermione, Ron," Blaise teased.
"Nice to see you, Blaise," Hermione said smiling as she sat down next to Ron.
Taking a bite from his hamburger, Harry began to ask who were Blaise's new girlfriends and boyfriends, this week. Of course being one of the most handsome guys in Sunnieral High, Blaise began his long list with great enthusiasm. Hermione rolled her eyes at the two boys and mumbled something like "boys who play with people's hearts" before engaged into a conversation with Ron and Pansy.
"So, Harry, have you found 'anyone'?" Blaise asked even though he knew what Harry would say.
"Nah, everyone here just wants my body or my money. I don't think there is "the one" for me." Harry sighed.
"Uh-huh, well anyway, I think I met "the one" for me." Blaise said seriously.
Harry bursted out laughing and choked on his hamburger. "Blaise, I don't think so. You are a player! How could you actually fall in love with someone?"
"I'm serious, Harry. Whenever I look at him, my heart just flutters and I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach! Butterflies, Harry, butterflies!" Blaise exclaimed while Harry just sat there wide eyes.
"You are serious, aren't you?" Harry asked and Blaise nodded slightly. "Whoa, dude. You are like one of the biggest players I had ever known and suddenly you think you have fallen in love because you met 'the one'?"
Blaise nodded again, making Harry speechless. Being completely ignored by their friends, Blaise and Harry just stared at each other. Finally, Harry broke the silence.
"Do I know who this person is?"
"No, he told me that he was going to be transfer here today though, but I haven't seen him yet." Blaise said thoughtfully.
"Why do you keep saying "him"? Don't want to tell me his name, huh?" Harry asked with a smile on his face.
"Definitely no. You'll probably announce it to the whole school if I told you." Blaise looked uncertainly at Harry.
"Who me? I would never do such thing," Harry said defensively.
"Yeah right, whatever." Blaise rolled his eyes and then laughed.
Soon, lunch was over, leaving Harry grumpy as he went to the rest of his afternoon classes.
Coach Hooch was very harsh to the soccer team that afternoon, making everyone do fifty push-ups and run ten laps around the soccer field. After soccer practice, Harry's body was sore from the exercises. Limping to Algebra II, Harry found himself tired and worn out.
After Algebra II, Harry felt better and went to Art class. There, he was able to regain his strength back. Harry didn't know why he took Art class. It was boring and stupid. Seriously, the art teacher, Professor Umbridge, did nothing but talk about some dead artist. Most students in Art only enrolled in that class was so they can talk and visit their neighbor to talk. Some students, including Harry, even went into supplies room so they could snog.
Finally, Harry's seventh period was study-hall. In Study-hall, Harry just took a long nap. Usually there wasn't any teacher supervising in Study-hall, so students could do whatever they wanted. An hour later, the dismissal bell rang, making the whole school rustle out off their classes, eager to get home. Unfortunately for Harry, he still had Professor McGonagall's punishment to do.
After saying good bye to his friends and visiting his locker, Harry went to the East side of the school. Walking up into B-2 Literature, Harry went up to the board and then began to write down "I shall not be tardy next time" with a piece of chalk. After writing down that sentence for 335 times down, Harry ran out of space. Striding over to the next room, Harry opened the door to the music room and was surprised when he walked in.
Over by one of the huge windows, was a large grand piano, played by a blond boy. For a few moments, Harry seemed to have stopped breathing at the sight not so far away from him. The blond boy was playing elegantly on the grand piano. His pale, slender fingers seemed to glide across the keys, producing a melody that sounded almost so inhuman-like. His eyes were closed while the his lips were parted, face filled with such emotions. It was like the boy was playing with his soul, not his skill. The silvery blond hair was tied with a black ribbon, but a few strands managed to escaped, framing the angelic boy's flawless face perfectly. Sunshine shined down on the boy, making him glow like an angel. Wearing the school uniform, Harry guessed that the angel boy was just transfer to this school because he had never seen him around before.
Noticing someone's presence, the boy stop playing and opened his eyes. Feelings swelled up inside of Harry when he saw those clear crystal blue eyes of the piano angel. For the first time in his life, Harry's heart fluttered.
"Please don't stop playing. You play so beautiful." Harry managed to say.
The blond boy blushed at Harry's compliment and nodded slightly before he closed his eyes and started to play again. Walking up to the board, Harry began to scribble down "I shall not be tardy next time" as fast as he can so he can watch the piano angel.
After five minutes, which was a record for Harry, he finished writing down the sentences. Suddenly the music was stopped, Harry turned around to see the boy looked at someone. It was Blaise Zabini that was standing in front of the door. The blond angel got up and ran into Blaise's arms. Blaise smiled and hugged the boy in his arms lovingly.
"Hello, Blaise! I missed you so much! I just got transferred here last period. This school is wonderful!" Draco started to blabber.
"Sh, calm down, Draco." Blaise said with a smile on his face. He was about to say something when he noticed Harry. "Hey, Harry! I didn't see you there."
"Hey, Blaise. Care to introduce me to this angel?" Harry asked, flashing one of his dashing smiles at Draco, making the boy blush crimson and look down at his shoes.
Blaise smiled and winked at Harry. "This is 'the one', Harry."
"What?" Harry said in amazed. This angel was the one that Blaise was telling Harry during lunch.
"Blaise, what do you mean 'the one'? What are you talking about?" Draco asked innocently, nudging Blaise on the side.
"This is what I mean." Blaise smiled sweetly before he kissed Draco's tenderly on the lips.
Draco blushed heavily and pulled away.
"Not in front of people, Blaise. You're embarrassing me." Draco pouted, looking over at Harry.
"Uh, I think I better leave, and let you two be alone." Harry forced a smile and before he left,
Harry shook Draco's hand.
"By the way, my name is Harry Potter."
Draco blushed at the contact and smiled back warmly at Harry,
"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
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Author note: Ah, you had just finished chapter one. Tell me what you think of this first chapter. If I get good replies and reviews, I'll write chapter two. If I get bad replies and bad reviews, then it's the other way around; I don't write chapter two. Anyway, I hope most of you like this story I just started. Ta ta ta!