Boys Over Flowers

Harry Potter, average teenage boy, attends high school just like every other teen his age. Almost. Harry attends a school called Hogwarts Learning Prestige. Hogwarts is the most sought after school in the nation. If you are someone important you attend this school. Except Harry of course. It's a miracle he even got in. Harry comes from a poor family, living pay check to pay check, barely scrapping by. And why? Because he HAS to go to Hogwarts. He brought up quitting with his mother just days ago.

::FLASHBACK::

"Hey mom, you know I don't have to attend Hogwarts. We'd have more money, maybe enough for a car. Besides I'm not that great academically. And it’s not like I actually talk to anyone.” motioned Harry hoping for a positive response in return.
Lily, Harry’s mom, began to pant heavily. “You...you..” Harry rolled his eyes and yelled for his father, “DAD!”
“Lily..it’s okay breath” offered James.
Harry took a deep breath and buried his feeling about his school. Comforting his mother he spoke, “It’s okay mom. I’ll stay at Hogwarts.” Harry rolled his eyes at his mother’s dramatics. ‘Why was it so damn important for him to attend there?’ he thought. His mother calmed her breathing at his reassurance. “Listen son, you MUST start talking to people. We aren’t paying all this money for a good education you know. We know your gay, and we’ve come to terms with that. BUT that does not mean we are going to waste this good opportunity. I’m sure there are other boys at your school, rich boys, who are also gay.” tried his mother.
“Your point”
“MY POINT IS THAT IF YOU DON’T FIND A RICH HUSBAND BEFORE YOU GRADUATE I WILL KILL MYSELF SO HELP ME GOD. Understand.” yelled his mother.

::END FLASHBACK::

Harry had been forced to attend Hogwarts under the assumption that he was to find a rich ‘bride’, marry, and share the money with his family. There intentions were not to use somebody no. They weren’t gold diggers. But their son was NOT to date a broke boy. It wasn’t allowed. Upper mid-class might be acceptable, but that all depended on his other credentials.

Harry walked around campus sweeping up trash, and picking up misplaced items for the lost and found. Lost in hi sown thoughts he barely heard the ranting of a group of boys.
“Who the hell do you think you are? Hm. Are you someone special who can step on my shoe and get away with it?” drawled Draco.
Draco was the leader of a prestigious gang at Hogwarts. The F4, or Flower four. Quite silly really. Everyone said the four boys were as beautiful as flowers, hence the name Flower four, F4 for short. Besides Draco there was also Blaise Zabini, Cedric Diggory, and Zacharias Smith. Their fathers frequently donated lots of money to the school, but with one stipulation. The four were allowed to do whatever they pleased. They never had to where uniforms, could say or do whatever they wanted. Even bully students and teachers. TEACHERS! They pretty much ruled the school. Draco Malfoy, the leader, was known worldwide. His parents own Malfoy Incorporated, which owned..well a lot. The Malfoy Corporation owned 36 hotels which resided in the UK and US, 15 clothing stores selling fashions from abroad, 3 sushi-bars, 2 tv stations, 5 radio stations, 10 wine vineyards residing in California and Sicily, 6 car dealerships selling only the best cars in the UK, 7 book stores, one oil company, and one of the leading pharmaceutical companies in the world that had branches in Japan, US, UK, and Australia. Not to mention that they also owned the Draconis name brand. Draconis is one of the most popular clothing and accessory brands these days. They even top the always popular Gucci and Prada. Draco was a loud mouth git, who bossed everyone around, even the rest of the F4. And if you did anything to displease him, he would remove you in the most degrading manner he could think of. When he actually decided to show up to school he only spoke to those important to him, and those people where only within the F4. Cedric Diggory’s father was well known in the underground. No one really knew what his father did for a living, but it was known that whatever it was would probably come to an end when Cedric took over. Cedric was a womanizer. Since he was assured that his parents would probably try to pick his wife for him, as all parents did in their circle, he only fooled around with whoever pleased him for the moment. Zacharias was the same, but they had their difference in tastes. Zacharias only went for whoever was the prettiest, whereas Cedric loved older women. No one really knows why. Then there was the always quite, keep to yourself, Blaise Zabini. His family was prominent in the beer and wine field. Blaise was always reading, and rarely with anyone other than the F4. He hardly spoke to anyone, even his friends.
“I’m Soorry. Mr. Malfoy sir. I’ll clean it right away.” said the poor boy who had the misfortune of stepping on Malfoy’s shoes.
“Disgusting, as if I want you touching me. Isn’t that what got you into this mess in the first place?” scoffed Malfoy.
“Come on Draco, let’s go.” suggested Zacharias.
“Are you the one who gives orders here? NO, that would be me.” corrected Draco before turning back to his offender. “I hope your ready for tomorrow. Because I want to play” Draco looked up to see a raven-haired boy staring at the spectacle. He had green eyes that burned every part of him, and DAMN IT, it pissed him off. Draco approached Harry staring him into the eyes, he kicked Harry’s dustpan before walking away his friends in tow. Victor ran towards Harry, “Hey, what’s up?”, he asked no wanting to be seen by the F4. Before Harry could respond Blaise stopped in front of him picking up the dust pan before sweeping up the mess his friend had created, and walked away. Harry and Victor stood confused by his actions before Victor spoke again, “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m not so sure about him though.” said Harry pointing to the boy who was currently having a melt down in front of them. Harry moved to help him, but was stopped and dragged off by Victor. “Listen, Harry you’re my friend so I’m going to help you. Help you NOT get kick out. When you see something damaged by the F4 you brush it off as either deserving, or not worth the hassle then walk away. You get involved and you know that no one will rest until you quit school. I won’t see my best friend leaving school because I couldn’t do anything for him.” explained Victor.
Harry shook his hand from his friends grip resigning to walking beside him to their next class. So he had ONE friend. Just one, actually that wasn’t true either. He had two.

Harry left school and immediately hopped on the bus, taking it five blocks down to his work. Harry worked at a pastry shop called, Full Moon Pastries, with his childhood friend Ron.
“Your late Harry” teased Ron.
“I know. There was an accident on Wolf and Bane, something about a dog being hit. I don’t know. I got off there and walked the rest.” explained Harry.
“Oh, no need to explain Harry. With the way you two help so much around here. Well things are good aren’t they.” assured Remus or Mr. Lupin the shop owner. Mr. Lupin came to the store a lot, he said that being around Harry and Ron made him feel young again. Although being in his thirty’s he wasn’t even too old yet. And Harry thought he was somewhat attractive, definitely NOT his type, but attractive nonetheless.
“So how’s school?” inquired Ron. He loved to hear about Harry and his school. Hogwarts was popular, he even had someone ask him out just because he knew someone who attended there.
“It’s okay” Harry paused, “No, no it’s not okay. Oh my God, seriously I can’t believe the people there. There is one person who is okay, Victor. I already told you about him though. But everyone else. All they care about is how much money they have compared to everybody else, and who had the best Prada or Draconis. Oh and today I had to see the F4 at it again. Some freshman wasn’t watching where he was going and stepped on Prince Malfoy’s shoe. How dare he? Right? I mean it’s not like he didn’t apologize. Seriously. Bloody Hell!” ranted Harry placing more shortcakes on the display tray.
“I’m surprised”
“I’m not, they do it all the time. Although I have to say the time delay between the last two began to shock me”
“No, I meant I’m surprised at you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you’ve never been one to let anyone bully others. Remember how we met. Some kids were beating me up because I brought my teddy to school for show and tell, and you kicked their arse. And then when I entered the science fair with my volcano project and someone stuffed it with girl’s panties. You kicked their butts too, and you made them take responsibility too.”
“I had to you would have gotten expelled.”
“I know. And I’m grateful. What I’m saying is, I’m surprised you haven’t stood up to anybody yet. But it’s cool. People change, just don’t change too much on me, okay mate.”
“Yeah, Okay” mumbled Harry thinking about what Ron had said.

The following day at school Harry met up with Victor at his locker.
“Hey”
“Hey”
The shuffled their belongs from their bags to the lockers, and from the lockers to their bags in silence. They started to walk towards their next class downstairs. And just before they reached the stairs Victor turned to speak, “Har..”, was all he managed to say before he fell down the stairs. Harry tried to grab for him, but it was too late and Victor was already tumbling down. Victor landed at the stair landing one flight down, but thankfully something broke his fall. He stood up brushing himself off before turning around to see what or who broke his fall. Victor turned to face a very angry Draco Malfoy. Draco was taking deep breaths in and out trying to contain his anger.
“What. The. Hell. Do. You. Think. Your. Doing?” spat Draco.
Victor stood staring at a very angry Draco Malfoy.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” apologized Victor.
“If sorry solved everything, why would we need police?” asked Draco still clearly ticked.
Harry watched as his friend practically groveled for forgiveness, for whom. Some stupid prat whose opinion definitely didn’t matter to him. Harry slid down the railing landing directly in front of Malfoy.
“What the hell is your problem? He apologized didn’t he. He’s practically groveling for forgiveness.”
“And as I said. If sorry was enough we wouldn’t need police. And I really make it a habit of conversing with poor boys like you..” Before Draco could finish his sentence Harry punched him in the face.
“Get off your high horse” scoffed Harry before storming off dragging Victor along with him.

Draco was knocked back down by Harry's punch, slowly stood dusting himself at the same time.
"Wow, No one has ever dared to stand up to you before Draco", commented Cedric.
Draco ran his hand through his hair, but said nothing.
"What are you planning Draco?" asked Zacharias.
"I'm going home to rest, you can go on without me. But be prepared for tomorrow, things are going to get interesting." assured Draco before walking towards the nearest exit, leaving his friends to do as they pleased. Blaise left next heading for the fire escape for some peace and quiet.
"So, Three Broomsticks?" suggested Zacharias.
"Let's Party" replied Cedric a sly smile on his face. Together they left heading for their favorite club, for the moment, Three Broomsticks.

Blaise found his oasis sitting in the fire escape at the school. There he just sat, or read, in peace. Probably the only place in school he could find his peace. No one ever came here, but him that is. Blaise was starting to fall asleep when the fire escape door flew open with a bang.
"I HATE YOU PIG'S BRAIN FOUR!!!" yelled Harry at the top of his lungs. Harry took a deep breath trying to calm himself from his encounter earlier.
"You know you could be a little quieter, especially since your in my private place. Although I guess you need it more than I do right now." said Blaise dully before standing up and leaving his used-to-be oasis. Harry turned and watched Blaise, F4 member, leave the fire escape.

::FLASHBACK::

Blaise stopped in front of him picking up the dust pan before sweeping up the mess his friend had created, and walked away.

::END FLASHBACK::

Harry stared at the sky thinking about that possible not-so-bad member of the F4. He had dark silky hair to his neck, perfectly tanned skin to seemed to accentuate every muscle on his body, and a mysterious silence about him. 'Okay, maybe there not all bad. But it's still bad when only one of four members could be nice.' he thought.
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"I'm proud of you mate. That's the Harry I know and love." complemented Ron.
"Thanks, but I don't think anyone else feels the same way." replied Harry.
"Well, what are you going to do about tomorrow?"
Harry froze, he hadn't even thought about how Malfoy would retaliate. "Bloody hell, I'm screwed."
"Well who knows maybe your prince will save you?"
"Doubt it. I mean he's gorgeous of course, and he wasn't a complete ass. But that doesn't mean he'll always be nice to me. He pitied me momentarily that's all."
"I don't know" replied Ron with a tone of disbelief.

Harry grudgingly went to school the next day. He figured he would be safer with the F4, than dealing with the wrath of his angry mother who would kill him for avoiding his possible future husband he had yet to find. Harry stood in front of his locker dreading what was to come. He removed the lock, and slowly opened the locker. Taped to the top was a red slip with F4 in the center. Harry froze as the realization hit him hard as a moving train.
"HARRY POTTER HAS A RED NOTICE!!! HARRY POTTER HAS A RED NOTICE!!! RED NOTICE!!! HARRY POTTER HAS A RED NOTICE!!!" yelled Peeves as he ran down the hall. He continued to yell until he was sure the whole school knew of Harry's red notice. Harry turned around at the sound of footsteps spilling into the hallway. The students were coming from the classrooms to begin their terror. Harry knew most of the classes would be disrupted today due to his red notice. Not that he cared much about classes at the moment. He was trying to focus on getting out of this situation. Harry ran down the hallway heading outside into the courtyard to hide in one of the bushes. 'I should be safe here for a bit.' he thought. As he tried to calm his breathing he heard the sound a violin being played close by. He peaked his head above the bushes to see Blaise playing the stringed instrument. He looked innocent and peaceful sitting on the courtyard bench playing his beautiful tune. Harry was knocked from his daze when he heard students coming closer. He ran again heading to the restroom, with every intent of hiding out for the rest of the day. On his way Harry ran under the alumni bridge slowed down by students throwing trash on him from above. Not just trash either, their lunch, dishes and all. Harry shook off the garbage and quickened his pace. Finally Harry reached his destination and hid in the bathroom until school had ended. After hearing the bell Harry washed his hands and left the bathroom. He peaked into the hallway to see it empty. Feeling safe he stepped outside the bathrooms. Crabbe and Goyle grabbed him from behind and dragged him into an empty classroom. Harry struggled trying to break free from his captors hold. Crabbe and Goyle held tight. Goyle shoved Harry onto the floor.
"Malfoy says hi, and has politely asked us to show you your place." explained Crabbe as Goyle tied Harry's hands to a classroom table.
"LET ME GO!!" yelled Harry.
"No" said Goyle bending closer to Harry to whisper in his ear, "So the rumor around school is that your gay. Is that true? You want to know something? So am I."
Harry shuddered at his words, tears clouding his green eyes before gliding down his face.

Blaise looked up from reading after hearing Harry yell. Blaise saw Harry being pushed down by two other guys in the room, who were muttering something about Malfoy. 'I really hate this. I can't even read in peace', he thought.
"Leave him alone." he command.
"But Malfoy said he needed to be taught a lesson." stuttered Crabbe.
"I said LEAVE him Alone. Got it." Blaise commanded again.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other before untiing Harry and stumbling out of the room.
Blaise just rolled his eyes and headed towards the door.
"Thank you." thanked Harry tears rolling down his face.
"I didn't do it for you. I just hate to see those kind of things." he assured before leaving.
'I don't believe you.' Harry thought bringing his knees to his chest and crying.

Victor watched as Crabbe and Goyle left the classroom, followed later by Blaise. Victor heard small cries coming from the classroom and went inside to find Harry crying. He froze at the sight of his miserable friend on the classroom floor. As if he had the right to call him that. It was his fault Harry was getting hurt, and he wasn't trying to help. He didn't have the strength. It took a lot to get into the school, it was hard. He couldn't risk everything he had worked for so far. He just hoped Harry would understand.
"Harry?" asked Victor hesitantly.
Harry looked up to see his friend looking down at him sympathetically.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm okay." said Harry wiping the tears from his eyes.
"I'm sorry I...I'm pathetic."
"It's okay, really Victor. I'm tough I can handle it. I'm like a mountain, stubborn. I'll stand strong through this. Don't worry. Mt.Harry here I come." Harry joked trying to lighten up the situation, "It's probably best if people don't see us talking. We can be secret friends. I wouldn't want you to have to go through the same thing."
"Okay, I better go then. Call me?" asked Victor unsure of their current status.
"Sure"

After watching Victor leave Harry stood wiping off the dirt, before heading for Full Moon Pastries. He had the day off, but Ron still had to work. And he wanted to talk to him about the day.

Harry awoke the next day with a fighting spirit. Heading down to breakfast he had two pieces of 'eggy-toast', 2 pancakes, and an omelette.
"Harry watch how much you eat, if you get pudgy you'll never get any marriage proposals. You wouldn't want to turn out like your cousin Dudley would you." scolded his mother prying a piece of toast from his hands and handing it to his father. His father smiled widely at the thought of extra food, "you should listen to your mother Harry," he said taking the last bite of pancake from Harry's plate.
"I need my strength." stated Harry stealing his toast back from his father.
"Harry, I know being a boy you might have more hormones than a girl would. But it still isn't very becoming of a young gentleman to act in such a way. I expect you to save yourself until your wedding night. Can't give everything away at once. Your virginity is one of most prized possessions, and the only thing we have to give to a marriage. Harry choked on his toast, taking a swig of O.J. to wash it down.
"Thanks for the advice mom, I'll keep that in mind." Harry said before rushing out the door trying to escape a highly uncomfortable conversation. He had already had the birds and the bees talk with his dad, of course they were talking about girls since his dad had no idea he was gay. But that was uncomfortable enough, adding the homosexuality factor would only make things worse. And his mother had a habit of going into to much detail in every aspect of everything, ever. Last person in the world he wanted to talk about sex with. Harry walked to school trying to calm his pumping adrenaline. Upon approaching the school he took and deep breath and made his way towards the café. The F4 were currently sitting at a small round table in the loft, discussing God only knows what. Harry decided to do it quickly so he wouldn't get caught up in the other students. He ran his way through the café, and up the stairs to the loft.
"DRACO MALFOY," he yelled, "I DECLARE WAR!" sticking a red notice with the words 'Get over yourself' in black letters down the center on Malfoy's head and storming off. The notice was similar to the 'F4' red notice. Malfoy stared at Harry in shock, mouth gaped open, as Harry left the café. Cedric reached over the table and grabbed the notice from Malfoy's forehead.
"Get over yourself." he read a smirk on his face, "Harry's sure an interesting character. Reminds me of your sister. Isn't she always saying the same thing before she punches you."
Malfoy was still staring in the same direction Harry used to be in.
"I wonder if he'll ever get over the shock enough to retaliate." said Zacharias.
Blaise looked up from his book and chuckled at his distressed friend, then continued reading again.
Draco finally shook his surprise, and composed himself once more. "I'll see you boys later. I have a game to plan. I think I may have underestimated my classmates ability." he explained before leaving the other three in the loft to themselves.

Harry ran from the café not looking back and didn't stop until he reached the fire escape. Panting he screamed, "BRING IT ON MALFOY!!"
Harry took a couple of deep breaths before freezing. 'Shite, what did I just do? I'm dead for sure.' he thought before turning to look at the descending stairs for his prince, Blaise. 'I was sure he'd be here. I wonder if he'll ever come again.' Harry decided to play hooky for the remainder of the day, so he could come up with a game plan.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE::

'eggy-toast': I watched an interview with Dan Radcliffe on Martha Stewart that was on Youtube.com. She made him, or had someone make him, was she called 'eggy-toast'. It was really lame. I don't even think that is the real name of it. When she asked him if he wanted eggy-toast he was like, "what's that?" Then she explained that she was told that people in the UK eat it a lot for breakfast, and explained what it was to him. And he was like, "oh yeah that, I like that sure." It was really lame because she was trying way too hard.

Full Moon Pastries: I couldn't remember the name of the actual shop so I made up my own instead of looking it up. I figured it would go along with the characters of Harry Potter, and the shop owner Remus better.

Wolf and Bane: This is another play-on of words. I found it humorous while typing to use play-on words around the fact that Remus was a Were-wolf.

Okami/Remus: So Remus's character is Okami-san in the series. She is the shop owner, but in this instance it's Remus and a guy. Since well duh, Remus is a guy. But what's interesting is this. My sister tells me that Okami means wolf in Japanese. So another play-on words instance, but this one was accidental.

Red Notice: The red notice is a red rectangle paper that has black lettering that says, "F4". Nothing special.