Hermione Granger made a mental note to record the date in her calendar, for the significance could not be understated. For the first time in her life, perhaps the first time ever, Harry Potter looked actually surprised and not his normal 'I am acting surprised but we all know I am clearly not and probably knew this was going to happen three weeks prior' expression.
No, her Lord had actually halted while writing and turned to stare at her, all because of one simple comment.
"Is something wrong Harry?"
He blinked a few times, before slowly shaking his head, "No… I am just a bit… surprised…"
'A bit' she mentally giggled, before forcing herself back to the casual expression she had chosen. "By what? I just mentioned that Daphne looks very nice today."
"No, you did not. Your exact words were 'I wouldn't mind seeing her without her robes on'. That is not even close to being the same."
The bookworm gave a shrug before nonchalantly returning to her homework, trying desperately not to either smile or glance up at him, because she was sure his gaze still lingered on her. She had to admit that Hedwig's plan was rather ingenious. If Harry believed that his actions, and feelings, were unacceptable they would just show that it was perfectly natural to lust after others. If that led to indulging well then so be it.
Hermione, however, was well aware that her own efforts were amateur at best. She was never going to win an award for acting. Luna, on the other hand, was so damn convincing that the bushy-haired Witch had to convince herself that it was an act. Sometimes she still wasn't completely convinced. Speaking of which the blonde happily skipped into the room before making her way over.
"Hello my Lord, hello Hermione."
"Good afternoon Luna." he greeted, while the Gryffindor merely gave her a nod.
The Ravenclaw smiled, before she walked around the table the two were sitting at, her hand casually brushing against the back of Hermione's neck, sending shivers down her spine and forcing the older girl to bite her lip in order to stifle her reaction. Seconds later the blonde took a seat next to her 'target'.
"So my Lord, I have a question."
"Yes Luna?" he inquired as his attention returned to the paper he was finishing up on.
"Do girls taste differently?"
That had both of the two older teens staring up at the excitable younger girl.
"What?"
"Taste, I mean I assume we all do. Like always figured I would taste really sweet while Ginny would be a bit more mild."
The boy-who-lived blinked a few times, before organizing his thoughts into the most obvious question he could think of, "When you say taste…"
"When you are eating us out obviously. I have thought about doing a research paper on it for the Quibbler but it would be very difficult for me to do so without first-hand experience and since you seem to have the most knowledge…"
By now the other conversations in the Slytherin Common room had stopped, and Hermione had already turned bright red.
"Luna that isn't…"
"I know you have tried at least five of us but that isn't really a good number for my research. Do you think you could taste Pansy and Daphne in the next few months? We should definitely find a few Hufflepuffs as well, there could be arguments made for each House's members having a unique flavor as well. If it is popular enough I think a broader article on sex skills would be an appropriate follow up, do you think Gryffindor or Slytherin would be better at performing oral sex?"
" Luna" he interrupted with a bit of tension in his voice, "that isn't… appropriate."
Hermione had to give the girl credit, the confused look she followed with even had her fooled.
"Whatever do you mean? Do you not like being with us?"
"Of course I…"
"And we like being with you."
"Yes but…"
"So what is the problem?"
Somewhere along the line Harry Potter began questioning when he began losing the conversation to the young girl, and what that would mean for the rest of the school year.
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Bartemius Crouch Junior, disguise as Mad-Eye Moody, took one more look around the empty hallway, before darting inside his chamber at the school and locking the door behind him.
The boy knew, the bloody boy-who-lived bloody knew who he bloody was.
"Bloody hell…" he muttered, before pouring himself a rather strong drink. After that he needed something far stronger than Polyjuice. He had spent the entire remaining hours of the day on constant alert for any hint of a trap or attack, but nothing came.
Dumbledore hadn't done any 'surprise inspections' there wasn't any sudden Auror presence, hell he hadn't even been followed by the other professors. Had the boy truly not informed anyone of his discovery?
"No, no they must just be waiting… perhaps they know of my plans already, of his plans… no that can't be right either ." The man muttered as he began pacing, while doing the occasional shot of burning alcohol.
In this slightly inebriated state he came to his answer, "The boy doesn't think I'm a threat… he thinks he can deal with me like the other rumors. Yes, that must be it, he thinks that just because he got lucky a few times that I'm not a threat to him, well I'll show him. I'll show them all! He has no idea what he is ignoring with his own stupidity, but he will, oh he will know. When my master arises once more all will understand and despair."
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"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.
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