The teens glanced between each other with solemn expressions, before Luna asked the question on everyone's mind. "What can we do to help him? I don't want Harry to change, I love him for who he is not what society thinks is normal."
The amber-eyed girl smiled at the young blonde, "We just need to show him that it is okay to be the person he has turned into. That just because Draco Malfoy isn't interested in sex or Theodore Nott can't get laid doesn't mean he shouldn't be sleeping with ten different women over the course of a week."
Ginny snorted in an attempt to stop from laughing, "I hate to tell you but from the looks other students keep giving him… it might be more than that pretty soon."
"Not to mention the other schools, Merlin he is going to be smothered in girls pretty soon." Pansy growled in slight annoyance.
"We should make a schedule." Hermione muttered, earning stares from the others, which promptly forced her blush from the attention. "I-I mean so that we get to have our time… if all these other girls… I mean it was just a suggestion and…"
"I think Hermione is on to something here, why not make our claim known while we can?" Daphne noted, a smirk forming on her face while the others nodded in agreement.
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"Please stand to welcome our guests for the year. First up will be Durmstrang!" Albus Dumbledore declared as the doors to the main hall burst open and the fur-coated individuals marched in.
"My Lord do you see him?" Draco excitedly whispered, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry, "Krum… the Victor Krum is here!"
The other teen gave halfhearted shrug replied, more interested in a book, and his own thoughts, than the 'parade' that was commencing.
It was Pansy who spoke her own opinion next, "I just don't see what the big deal is about some Quidditch player, who cares if he perfected something called the Wonky-Faint or whatever."
" Wronski Feint " Draco seethed, earning an eye roll from the girl.
"Yes, yes whatever…"
"D-do you think he will walk over here? Or even look in our direction my Lord?"
"Draco, it almost sounds as if you have more loyalty towards him than me…"
The blonde paled but noticed the slight smirk from the raven-haired boy and gave an embarrassed scoff. "Of course not my Lord it is just… I mean he is famous and amazing . I have always wanted to meet him."
The boy-who-lived gave a thoughtful hum, before the Headmaster spoke up once more, "Next give a round of applause to our allies from across the channel, Beauxbatons!"
In danced a rather large group of blue clad individuals, earning grunts of dismissal from the more rugged Durmstrang students.
"Veela…" The Malfoy heir sighed, his eyes glued to a group of women at the front of the procession. Meanwhile his betrothed growled from his other side.
The remaining Potter merely glanced up, eyeing the attractive women, before returning his attention to his work, he had seen a few Veela during the Quidditch Cup over the summer and these ones were just as disappointing. Sure they were pretty, but over exaggerated in his opinion. Because of this he missed when one in particular caught sight of him and nearly tripped at the lack of attention she was receiving.
Fleur Delacour mentally noted the appearance of the only one not to give her attention.
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"I don't see what the big deal is…"
"Of course you don't! Your betrothed was not staring at some girl like she was prancing around naked giving out free Galleons!"
Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes, which was clearly not the wisest of ideas if the growl from Pansy was any indication, "I'm not marrying her I was just… looking. Besides everyone else was as well!"
"I am not marrying everyone else!"
"So what, I am supposed to be deaf, dumb, and blind just because we are in a contract together?"
The dark-skinned girl gritted her teeth, "No, but it wouldn't kill you to give me a little more attention."
The Malfoy heir threw his hands up in exasperation, "Bloody hell Pansy how much more do you want !? I eat with you at every meal, I study with you, I ride on the train with you, I owl you almost every week during the summer, we spent Christmas last year together!"
"I would like to feel wanted as more than just a bloody business partner!"
Nearby Ginny gave an understanding sigh, "Poor Pansy, stuck with someone like that as her future husband…"
"Draco isn't that bad, he just needs to think before he speaks. Sometimes I think your brother and him share tips on how best to irritate females." Harry replied with a slight tone of amusement in his voice.
"No, not that, well I mean yes that but I meant the whole sex thing. Could you imagine only doing it until you had an heir and then just giving it up? That would be awful."
He gave a noncommittal hum, "If I was forced into the situation I suppose I could. Being married means making sacrifices after all and I do believe it is frowned upon to be have marital affairs."
The redhead fell silent for a moment before turning towards her lover, "We wouldn't care you know."
"Hm?"
"If you married one of us and kept being with the others, we would be okay with it."
"Ginny, what are you…"
"Hell I feel bad enough that if you wanted to keep shagging Pansy I would be okay with it. I mean if I was in her situation…"
By now all of the raven-haired boy's attention was shifted onto the girl, who failed to finish her sentence and merely went back to the magazine she had been glancing through.
...
"Today" Moody growled, as he began his usual prowling around the classroom, "we will be discussing the darkest of Magics, the foulest of spells… the Unforgivables… who can name me one?"
Draco slowly raised his hand, earning a nod from the man, "The Imperius."
"Good, probably figured that out from your father eh Malfoy? Him and his Death Eater buddies all plead innocent when the Dark Lord fell last time, paid for nice little tickets out of Azkaban for a bit of gold."
The boy held back his snarl, which was ignored by the crazy-eyed man.
"NEXT!"
"Crucatius." Hermione mumbled from nearby, earning an uncomfortable shifting from Neville.
"Correct, the torture curse. Heard your parents woke up from their nap last a few years back Longbottom, quite amazing considering they are the first to do it. The last one then?"
The room fell quiet, none of the students wanting to either upset Harry, or to say the name of the foulest of the three.
"No? No volunteers… very well then, how about our resident genius then. Potter, the last of the Unforgivables, and the one you are probably most familiar with eh?"
"The Killing Curse." Emerald-eyes stared back into those of the older man, daring him to make any further comments.
"Right… now then as many of you probably know the use of any of these on a human being carries a life sentence to Azkaban, save for during special war-time situations. Even then they are not viewed in… pleasant ways. The Dark Lord himself was an avid practitioner of them. One of the reasons he is so feared."
"Don't you mean was feared professor? The man is dead after all, killed by an infant I hear." Harry called out, earning a snarl from the disguised murderer.
" Is as in currently feared Potter, don't you notice how people still flinch at his name?"
"Because they are used to doing so and taught their children to follow. If you walked up to a child who had never heard of him and said his name they would probably just laugh, it is a rather… silly name isn't it?"
"You know nothing Potter, you did not see his rise to power, the Magics he wielded…"
"What? The ability to kill someone? Oh please, a first year could kill with a water-creation spell in the right situation. The ability to take a life does not make one powerful, if so then Muggles are far superior to Voldemort."
Moody sneered, advancing on the seated boy slowly, his wooden leg being the only sound save for the concerned breaths of the other students. " Muggles superior to the Dark Lord !? I see you have lost your mind Potter, he was clearly greater than they were. They are insects to him!"
Harry smiled, leaning in closer to the man, who had stopped mere inches from the desk. "Careful" he whispered softly, so that the other students remained unaware, "your Death Eater side is showing Crouch."
The professor reared back, eyes wide and darting about as if expecting an ambush from the staff or Aurors, when nothing happened for several moments his gaze returned to the teen still seated in front of him.
"Homework tonight, write an essay on how to defend yourself against one of the Unforgivables… class dismissed."
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