You are Much Prettier then Her
Myrtle was yelling. Bakura moved faster, rounding the corner at a pace that was almost a run, and stopped, smirking. Olive Hornby was backed against the wall as Myrtle screamed at her and a group of interested Gryffindors and Slytherins surrounded them.
She was loud enough and fast enough that it was difficult to understand her, but Bakura caught something about boyfriends and her face. Not bothering to suppress his amused smile he came up behind his girl and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, silently backing her up. Myrtle smiled at him gratefully and finished more calmly. "If I'm so pathetic and ugly then how come I have a boyfriend and you don't?"
"I think," Bakura said dryly to Myrtle, "That even if she were pretty enough to attract someone simply because of her looks that tongue of hers would drive them off in an hour." A pause for effect and then, "And you're much prettier than her."
That did it. Hornby flung herself at them, tears of mingled rage and humiliation streaking her face. Bakura pulled Myrtle away, and watched the older girl take off down the corridor, running into the first available room and slamming the door. The girl's bathroom, he noted with a twinge of amusement.
No one moved to follow her. She had been mildly popular once, leading a group of the other girls in taunting Myrtle, but with her usual victim absent or ignoring her had turned on the other girls in her group. By this time she had succeeded in alienating even the most tolerant of the other Slytherins, and since she was the type who thought the other Houses were inherently worthless that left her alone.
"Come on Myrtle." He looked down at the girl, who looked a little shaken by the reaction her last salvo had received. "Let's get back to the common room."
Myrtle nodded and allowed him to steer her in the general direction, but stopped and veered off into an unused part of the dungeon. Once she was sure they were alone she asked quietly, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"
He blinked. That was… what did that have to do with anything? "Of course." It still surprised him every time he saw her glasses or looked at her eyes and realised they weren't outlined with kohl or at her pale skin, but her dark eyes and hair were reassuringly familiar. She really wasn't old enough yet to be beautiful, but he did think she was pretty, even though he really didn't want to go into detail.
Fortunately the girl accepted his reassurance, wrapping her hand around his and leaning against his shoulder with a sweet smile. Bakura's face felt very hot, and he was disappointed when she pulled away and reminded him that it was getting late and they should be getting back to their common room before curfew.
They were the focus of everyone's eyes when they entered. The attention didn't bother him, but the fact that he couldn't seem to stop flushing and remembering the way Myrtle had felt pressed against him did. The smile on her face and the warm tingling feeling against his side where she had been reminded him that if he were still in his own time he would be considered more than old enough to marry.
This wasn't Kemet, though, and he reminded himself of that very firmly. There would be… problems… here if he forgot where he was, as he'd been reminded by Professor Dippet just the other day. Of course, Dippet had been talking about thievery and assault not… well. Still the point was valid, as the number of times he had been called a child since he had arrive proved to him.
He had been saved and brought here rather than jailed and imprisoned because of his 'youth'. The professors had power over him by right of that same youth. He was considered harmless because he was so young he couldn't possibly do anyone any real harm.
Flustered by the attention, Myrtle ran up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. The others looked at him but he glared at them until they looked away before stalking upstairs to his own room. He had studying to do. Anything to take his mind off Myrtle.