"Is this seat taken?"
Harry glanced up, ignoring the blatant ogling that the other men in the room were directing towards the blonde French Witch, that now stood at the, previously occupied, chair directly across from him. Moments prior Hermione had been sitting but had forgotten a book back in her dorm and had gone to retrieve it.
"Actually yes, my friend Hermione will be returning shortly."
The Veela stared back at him in shock, before shaking off her confusion and moving on to more direct flirtations, her accent thickening just a tad as she flipped her hair over her shoulder in a casual manner. Her smile returned once more, "I am sure she would not mind. You must be Harry Potter, I did not expect someone so very little but you are quite young still. I noticed the scar on your forehead and…"
As soon as the girl had made this statement Harry promptly turned his attention elsewhere, primarily to the dark-skinned Parkinson heiress seated two seats down from him. "Pansy, what do you think of our newest Defense professor?"
Both girls were practically gaping at him now, that is until the Slytherin noticed the expression on the blonde's face, and the attention she was finally receiving from the boy-who-lived. Her mouth immediately curled up into a 'triumphant grin', "I find him far more interesting than Quirrel or Lockhart were of course, but Lupin was superior in his methods as far as I can tell…" she paused, her eyes flicking over to the, clearly enraged, French Witch before returning to her Lord's location. "However, I would love to discuss it with you more… privately later. Perhaps you have time tonight?"
Harry nodded, but gave no word of commitment, earning an internal frown from the girl.
" Excuse me ." Fleur practically growled, " We were having a conversation, and it is quite rude to…"
The lights flickered, and the Delacour heiress swore that the little sky visible from the windows darkened as well.
"No," the teenage boy replied, his voice colder than ice, "we were not. I do not have conversations with fangirls more interested in my fame than anything else. And I assure you it is far more rude to stare at someone's scars than to shift conversations. You might be used to men staring at your assets, but I do not appreciate it in the least."
The older teen stared, dumbstruck, as the boy promptly waved her off in a dismissing fashion, before she quickly stormed out of the room already beginning to plot her revenge.
...
"My Lord"
Harry paused in his work to glance up at this second in command, "Yes Draco?"
"I… need to ask you for a favor."
"Oh?"
The blonde nodded, before taking a deep breath, "I need you to shag Pansy until she blacks out."
This comment earned silence from the others in the room, and from the boy-who-lived, who promptly focused all his attention on the Malfoy heir. "Pardon?"
"I mean she has become such a nag lately! Constantly going on and on about how we don't talk anymore or how I don't understand her and her emotions. I mean it wasn't like this last year after she had that grin on her face during the holidays. That had been nice and quiet, peacefuleven, she was like an entirely different person!"
"Draco…"
"And over the summer she must have owled me like fifty times! I don't even speak to my own mom that much!"
"Draco"
"It isn't even just normal talking anymore either! She wants to talk about feelings and emotions and junk, I mean I'm a boy for Merlin's sake I don't bloody know anything about wedding colors or what I want our future child's mild name to be!"
"DRACO!"
"Huh?"
Emerald-eyes flashed in annoyance for a second, earning a gulp, and silence, from the ranting Pureblood.
" Perhaps " the seated boy seethed, attempting to calm himself, "if you simply talked to your betrothed it would solve the problem hm?"
"B-b-but I…"
His whining was ignored, however, as Harry stood and left the room to calm himself.
...
Nymphadora 'don't-call-me-that' Tonks sighed as she read over the letter for the third time. This was not how things were supposed to go, after the previous year this one should have just been nice and relaxing, a time to simply recharge… and have tons of sex with a certain emerald-eyed boy.
Instead she was waiting for anything to happen so that she could have an excuse to visit him, and worse was that now it sounded like their entire relationship might be in jeopardy.
Tonks,
We might need some help with Harry. Since school started he has turned down sex no less than twenty times with at least a handful of different students, including those of his own house and some that he has previously had relations with.
He is beginning to show signs of social withdraw and maybe even depression.
His lack of interest in sexual intimacy is slowly expanding to us as well.
Hedwig is very worried.
We have a plan to try and shake him out of this but thus far we have not seen any results. If you can, please visit as soon as possible. We are writing his godfathers as well.
Sincerely, Hermione
"Bloody buggering shite…" how the hell was she supposed to help? Despite being 'involved' with him Tonks had no clue as to the workings of a teenage boy's mind, especially one that was avoiding sex. Regardless she needed to find a way to be there, even if just to give her support.
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