I don't own Harry Potter, you crazies. Miss J.K. of the Rowling clan owns it.

A Strange Encounter

Balisk slammed his head into his desk as he sat in History of Magic. This was one of the very few classes that he wasn't advanced in. It wasn't his fault that Professor Binns was more boring than a dust bunny.

Really, the man needed a personality. Or, perhaps, several of them like Balisk had.

Balisk chuckled to himself but stopped when he felt something poking him in the temple. He turned to see a small paper crane floating by his head. He snatched it from the air and opened it up.

Quirrell is getting on our nerves. Want to help us out?

Balisk inwardly shuddered; he didn't like Professor Quirrell. The man had one of the darkest, coldest auras he'd ever seen. In fact, he had more than once seen the man's aura separate and become two. He just creeped him out. But, of course, Fred and George could never know that. They didn't know about his 'gift'.

Of course. What did you have in mind?

He wrote in his neat handwriting and sent the bird back. He looked over to see Fred reading his note and grinning. He pointed to the doors, which meant, "I'll tell you after class".

Balisk pouted slightly and slumped in his desk again. He'd been hoping that he could distract himself from his boredom by planning something for dear Professor Quirrell, but of course it had to be planned outside.

When they were dismissed, Balisk could've cheered.

"So, Balisk, how about we get around to planning something for our dear professor, shall we?" Fred asked, slinging an arm around Balisk's shoulders as George did the same. They ignored the slightly jealous stares that were sent their way from other male students as they usually did.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?" Balisk asked, picking at his fingernails.

They all three stopped as a sign that George was about to get dramatic, "Picture this: Quirrell, being yelled at by an angry Snape, the latter being covered in a strange, blue slime."

Balisk raised an eyebrow, "I'm listening."

"All right. We go into Quirrell's office and get something small in his possession that Snape would know about—maybe a watch or something. Then, we will plant it in Snape's office before setting the trap of the slime. How's that sound?"

"Hm, not bad. How long did it take you to come up with that?"

"About as long as it took us to find out that Quirrell is terrified of Snape."

Balisk shifted slightly but said nothing of his discomfort at the thought of punishing Snape at the same time they did Quirrell. Snape's aura wasn't the best—a grey aura—but it wasn't like he had a black one. As per usual, he said nothing. Again blaming his wrong-doing on peer pressure.

"Ah, well, I'll help you guys later. I have homework from Charms and I want to get it done."

That was a lie, but he knew they couldn't tell.

"All right then. See you later, Balisk."

He watched them walk away then felt a strange chill in the air.

"H-Hello, Mr. A-Acton. How a-are you t-this f-fine aftern-noon?" Professor Quirrell stuttered, smiling down at the boy.

"I'm fine, Professor." Balisk said, his eyebrow twitch as his stomach curled in displeasure. He heard a whisper in his head.

"He knows, Quirrell. He sees me." Balisk shuddered violently and Quirrell's lips twitched.

"Would you mind coming to my office, Mr. Acton?" Balisk didn't miss the sudden lack of stuttering in the older man's speech. He slowly backed away.

"Yes, in fact, I would mind."

"Come. To. My. Office. NOW." Quirrell grabbed Balisk by his arm and pulled harshly, nearly dislocating his shoulder. Balisk yelped in pain.

"Let go of me!"

"Professor Quirrell," A smooth, dark voice floated through the air and the two looked up at Snape who was only a few feet away, "I sincerely hope this is not what it looks like."

"A-And what w-would this l-look like, P-Professor Snape?" Quirrell's stutter miraculously returned as he released Balisk. Snape quickly grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him away from the other man.

"It looks like you were trying to harm one of my students. It would be wise if you left now."

Quirrell gave Balisk one last chilling look before retreating in the direction of his office. Snape released Balisk and looked him over for any injuries.

"Are you okay, Mr. Acton?" Snape asked as the blond boy brushed off his robes and retrieved his book from the ground.

"I'm fine. I'll go see Madam Pomfrey about my shoulder. Thank you," Balisk flashed him a genuine smile and went off in search of the hospital wing. It didn't take long for Fred and George to appear at his side when he arrived. They cornered him and began to ask him the worried questions that older brothers would.

"I'm fine, I just want to make sure my shoulder's okay. Some lunatic student had it in for me and pulled my arm. Snape saw it and gave him detention. End of story."

George and Fred simultaneously gave disappointed huffs, "I suppose that means we can't include him in our plan for Quirrell, since he saved you 'n all."

"Damn," George agreed, crossing his arms.

"Sorry, guys. I have to go talk to Madam Pomfrey, now," Balisk glided past them and went into the hospital wing.

"Now, what do we have here?" Madam Pomfrey asked, seeing Balisk clutching his shoulder.

"I ran into a git that decided to play rag doll with me. I just want to make sure my shoulder's all right." Balisk lied coolly, unwilling to tell anyone the real story.

Who would believe him anyway?

*Break*

Anyone would believe him now.

Balisk sat in one of the chairs next to Harry's bed. He'd come in right after Dumbledore had left, bearing some sweets for the injured boy.

"How're you doing, Harry?" Balisk asked, handing him the candy and looking him over.

"I'm fine. Thanks for the candy, Balisk. But, I have to ask you something."

"Sure."

"Did…Did you notice that Professor Quirrell was..." Harry pursed his lips, looking for the right word.

"Er, evil?" Balisk laughed slightly, "I had no clue." He swallowed slightly, hoping that Harry was one of those people that couldn't tell when he lied.

"Are you—"

"Balisk!" Fred and George walked into the room and grabbed the blond boy by his shoulders. "We've been looking for you everywhere! We need you to get our…er, 'special potions' back from Dean. Bugger thought it was funny to steal them."

Balisk sighed and stood, "Fine, I'll go. But using my inheritance is really just abusing power at this point."

As Balisk walked out of the room, Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You're bribing Dean with money?"

Fred and George snickered, "You really don't know, Harry? What Balisk meant by 'inheritance' is that his mom is a Veela. His inheritance is getting her…seducing ability. Haven't you ever noticed how he always gets what he wants?"

Harry's eye widened, "I didn't know. What's a Veela?" Fred and George cast each other weary looks.

"Ask Hermione," They said in unison before walking off after Balisk.

*Owari*

NOW WE KNOW, DON'T WE CHILDREN?

So Balisk is half-Veela :3 Which is why he's such a pretty boy.

BTW, I've read that Veela powers don't work on women, so that's why I made Balisk so…flamboyant. His pretty-boy technique doesn't work on girls, so he uses his powers for (mostly) good on men. :D It's also why he gets into trouble for flirting with the boys, because most of them are straight.

If anyone wants to pitch me any ideas, I don't mind at all. In fact, I welcome it because I'm still trying to work out the story line.

Also, someone asked me how long the story would go for, and I don't know yet. I know it's not going to go until, like, 7th year or whatever, if that's what you thought. I just don't have that kind of patience. A friend of mine already started the first chapter of a sequel she thinks I should do called "A Second Encounter", which obviously won't be published until I finish this one. It takes place a week or so after the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

LASTLY, someone asked if this was going to be yaoi. WHY OF COURSE, CHILDREN. Really, how could I right Balisk for five weeks without putting yaoi somewhere?

I love reviews, they make me feel special :3