A.N. Please see previous chapter for a pronunciation apology!

Warning: This drabble contains references to attraction and some very mild words that you wouldn't find in a U Rated Disney flick... But no actual 'cover your eyes' moments.

All Grown Up?

- Sunday Afternoon -

"Aahh! So cute!"

"Oh My God, I know! Did you see where..."

Lavender and Parvati had their heads close together, as was normal for a weekend in the common room. The giggling and whispering was all pretty standard as well, but Harry couldn't help but feel that it seemed to be more directed at him than usual. Hermione was always quick to let Harry and Ron know that they weren't exactly the sharpest tools in the box when it came to emotions, or, well, most things, really... Even Harry could admit that he could be pretty oblivious sometimes. For example, he'd taken an embarrassingly long time to realise why Ginny was so shy and quiet around him when they were younger.

But even Harry was picking up on the way that Lavender and Parvati were acting. The gossiping girls rarely caught his attention, but he felt watched by them this weekend. Their whispers seemed to follow him through the common room. Their giggles practically echoed up the stairs to his dorm room. Shaking his head, Harry gave up on understanding the mysteries of girls and convinced his dorm mates to go flying instead.

- Monday morning –

Parvati and Lavender's whispering, giggling disease had spread! It was first year and the discovery of his unappreciated fame all over again, and Harry found that he liked it just as much now as he had back then. The number of girls in school seemed to have tripled overnight and all of them (younger, older, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw) seemed to be slyly watching and whispering and giggling about Harry. He had raced into the nearest bathroom after his first lesson, convinced that Seamus had stuck something to his back or that the twins had charmed his hair pink, but nothing! He looked the same as ever, and he couldn't think of a single reason that half of Hogwarts should be talking about him and laughing in that way that girls did. Hermione was the only one who seemed to be immune; he desperately hoped his curly-haired friend could help him figure out what was going on.

By lunch Harry was desperate, Hermione had spent the previous lesson in Ancient Runes, so he hadn't been able to ask her anything. Now, before she escaped to the library, was his chance. "'Mione? Have you noticed anything different?"

"About what Harry?" She barely glanced up from her intent reading of the charms textbook.

"Umm... Me? Or, you know, something?" Harry knew that he lacked eloquence sometimes, but that was pathetic, even for him. "I mean, that people... Well, is there a rumour I should know about? People are laughing at me, and watching me, all the time. It's weird!"

"Not people, Harry. Girls. It's the girls, they've been giggling at you all day. Even Katie's doing it." Fred gestured up the table. It was true. Katie had her hand raised to hide her lips, talking quietly to her neighbour. She giggled when Harry caugh her eye, and looked away like a shy first year. Katie, who had trained with him since his first time out as a scrawny little eleven year old seeker.

Hermione watched this, a look of slight confusion on her face, and she slowly closed the book. "Hmm. I see what you mean, Harry. When did this start?"

"I don't know, yesterday? It's worse today though."

"And you haven't done anything?"

"No."

"Changed your deodorant? Used a new grooming charm?" Harry shook his head. "Nothing different?"

"No, nothing! Class, flying" (a light flurry of whispers, Katie sighed) "a bit of homework" (a scolding frown from Hermione at the admission it wasn't completed) "played chess with Ron, argued with Malfoy, life as usual."

A storm of whispers and giggles arose as the name Malfoy crossed his lips and Dean snorted in laughter as the words "sexual tension" rose above the general babble.

Harry choked.

Hermione looked around. It really was all the girls; even Madam Hooch was whispering into Madam Pomfrey's ear. A few boys were at it as well, notably Colin Creevy and Blaise Zabini. "I've got no idea, Harry," she admitted. Harry looked crestfallen at the news and another round of "Aah's" swept the room.

Another snort of laughter came from Dean, who suddenly grabbed the magazine that Demelza Robbins had been sharing with a giggling friend. "In the news again, Harry!" Dean laughed, sliding the magazine towards the mystified boy.

Harry grabbed the copy of Witch Weekly only to see himself blushingly depicted on the front page. Annoyed already, he paged through to the article.

Hottie Harry Potter... with his androgynous sex appeal, the lean build of a pre-teen and the compelling animal magnetism of a veela... his innocent aura... his wide emerald green eyes, his sexily tousled black locks... his womanly figure and slim hips... a delicate, ethereal beauty...

Harry choked back bile as he read the gushing words. "What?! This is really... they talk about me like I'm a tiny child one second and then the next sentence... Oh, gross! What the hell does 'sexy chibi' mean? You know what, please don't tell me."

Sod lessons. Harry dropped the magazine and headed back to his dorms for a really, really hot shower.

A.N.

NOT ACTUALLY A MISTYPE – BUT A FANON TYPE THAT DRIVES ME BARMY!

Because no teen should even semi-realistically be described as looking like a ten year old. Look at some real ten year old boys, people. Would you call them sexy? Just, no.

Hope this was okay with a mild rating? If you disagree please let me know (nicely, by preference) and if you had any advice on how to change story ratings or edit chapters once posted then that would be handy!