Because you loved me.

A/N: I’m really sorry about the delay guys, Ran’s been a horrible author and I know it!!! ;O;!! Here’s the new chapter with a kind dedication to my dearest friend Saory-chan who sat me down and forced me to finish this before I started procrastinating again.

Hope you enjoy!

Because you loved me.
By Ran Mouri.

Chapter 04.


All of Hogwarts was sitting in the Great Hall for dinner by the time Harry arrived at his table.

“What took you so long?” snapped Pansy as she elbowed him in the ribs. Professor Snape was in a foul mood and it showed on his ashen face; of course the whole Slytherin house was afraid.

Harry blushed.

“I was in the toilet,” he answered softly. Under no circumstances he would admit that he had stayed two whole hours wandering around the castle trying to come to terms with the sudden attraction he had felt for a child younger than he was. One thing was to lust for a guy his age or older, that was normal. But a kid? A second year? Unacceptable.

He had paraded right into a wall three times, stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the forest twice and more than ten times he realized he was talking, or rather rambling, to himself about the attributes of said second year that, by the way, in his mind had no name but ‘Durmstrang Kid’. Very fitting for his first crush of course.

‘I DON’T LIKE THAT DURMSTRANG KID!’ he snapped to himself. Professor Dumbledore was talking about… ah! Who cared! Most likely Professor Snape would brief them about the Headmaster’s speech later on anyway. He had better things to focus on, especially when he noticed a group of girls dancing around in an elaborated introduction.

Most likely the Beauxbaton students their Head of House had warned them about. One of them was so very pretty, so blonde and shinny and…

He choked on his tongue when he felt a pair of elbows on his side.

“Pansy!” He snapped; ready to lash out at his friend when he realized it wasn’t her, but Blaize and Nott who had, in fact, elbowed him. Pansy on the other hand, was as enthralled as the rest of the students.

“Do behave, Potter.” Blaize whispered, rolling his eyes. Harry blushed but nodded anyway.

He tried to distract himself by looking around the rest of the tables. Weasley was making a fool out of himself as usual. Well many Gryffindors were anyway, so no surprise there. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were drooling over the new visitors. Harry rolled his eyes also. Thanks God his friends had prevented him from such spectacle.

The Beauxbaton students sat.

And then… Harry lost all sense of time and space.

Because the Headmaster was announcing the Durmstrang students, who were all glorious and strong. Their own presentation one of male power.

And right in the middle of them… his little second year was held on his hands on one of Viktor Krum’s hands, holding his equilibrium like a professional. And he looked so tiny and cute like that.

So fragile.

Blaize was eyeing the manly students with interest and Theodore was telling his boyfriend how none of them compared to his handsomeness. Harry wasn’t sure handsomeness was a word, but who the hell cared when someone that cute and cuddly was jumping around snakes of pure fire and demonstrating his small body’s flexibility in a dangerous dance?

Surely not him…

“Harry, my love, you are drooling.” Pansy informed him. Bold enough to ignore the fact she had been drooling herself not two minutes before over the French girls.

“I think someone’s got a hero-complex!” Daphne laughed. “I do have to admit Krum’s got and incredible body, you’ve got great taste.” Blaize nodded.

“Excellent, in fact. Look how he holds that second year on one hand as if he weighted nothing. I bet his arms could hold the three of us and not break a sweat.”

Millicent, though, was not impressed.

“How blind you are, my friends. Our dearest Harry is not checking Krum, but his delicious companion.” She stated, sipping her juice. As one the Slytherin table turned to blink disbelieving him at Harry.

“A Second Year, Potter?” Theo asked. “You are one sick sod.”

Potter blushed.

”Don’t be ridiculous, Nott.” He growled. “As if I would be checking that skinny brat. I mean, what’s so great about him?? He’s ordinary.” Theo and Blaize raised an eyebrow.

“He happens to be a remarkable Durmstrang student, top of his class,” Millicent mussed, taking a zip of her glass. Harry’s eyes shone.

“Really?” he asked. “How come you know that, my dearest sage?” The girl shrugged.

“Easy, don’t you think? He wouldn’t be here if not, he is not a seventh year.” Pansy blinked.

“Quite right you are…” she mumbled with a small smile. “Cheer up, dearest pet. I’ll go and get some data for you.” And just as she said that the Durmstrang students came to their table and sat, looking at the castle expectantly. Professor Snape made a small gesture to Headmaster Karkaroff and then went off to one of their, already gossiped about secret meetings.

Harry gulped as one of his best friends and mentor shamelessly sauntered to Viktor Krum himself and started chatting him up. Krum looked unimpressed and his little protégée just tilted his head in confusion. Apparently none of them had expected her to come any closer than their usual spot on the table.

“She’s insane,” he grumbled, covering his face with both hands as his friend pointed to him while talking to Krum. Both Krum and his little charge looked at him curiously. Krum frowned, of course, and slipped a protective arm around the boy’s shoulders.

The boy, on the other hand, smiled a little and waved in their general direction.

“Actually,” Zabini chuckled as he waved back at the Durmstrang students. “I think she’s just that good.”

Harry peeked through his fingers.

The boy was animatedly talking with Pansy, now and then sharing a few laughs with her and Krum as the girl took some notes. Suddenly Krum asked something. The boy blinked, and once Pansy nodded, the easy smile became a little pout.

Krum frowned and served the boy food. Pansy smiled her thanks and went back to her side on the table, her parchment in hand and a huge smile on her face.

Harry was awed.

“So?” Daphne prodded. “What happened?” The rest of the fourth years focused on the girl.

“It was easy, actually. He’s from Germany, 14 years old, goes to Durmstrang with a scholarship and his dad is a werewolf.” She said as she read. She rather liked the Durmstrang boy; he had an air around him that reminded her of better days. And even though he came from a family with a werewolf, something no real Slytherin could consider acceptable, his easy nature made him welcoming. Warm but not suffocating like a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff. She guessed that was the reason Harry felt attracted to the runt. He was a Slytherin haven. A warm, cosy corner a snake would love to curl up in.

“Then what?” Theodore blinked, looking at the boy intently. He wasn’t that pretty or special. He had oddly coloured silver eyes but, so what? He must be a bookworm like that mudblood Granger, and poor to match, like Weasley and his siblings.

Nothing special at all.

Suddenly, as if sensing the disdain in Theo’s stare, liquid mercury eyes turned to him with a frigid glare and a raised brow. The Durmstrang boy was staring at him as if he wanted to say: ‘Don’t you even think about it’. And, incredibly enough, that was enough to scare the Slytherin boy.

Pansy, who had noted the exchange, just laughed lightly and patted Theo on the back.

Blaize smirked as Viktor Krum got up and walked away from the Great Hall, a hand securely guiding his little friend with him.

“Pansy, dearest, you are stalling on purpose.” Harry said in a childishly tortured whine. “You know what I want, give me his name!” Pansy smirked.

“Calm down, dearest hero. I’ve got good news for you.” She sipped her pumpkin juice and cleared her throat. “Viktor Krum asked why I wanted to know so much about them, and I told him that he was quite famous, so I had nothing to ask about him. But my friend thought his friend was cute and wanted to know more about him.”

‘So that’s when the boy waved over to us.’ Harry thought with a smile, it was a good sign. “And?”

“And then he asked about you, I told him who you were and… well, he pouted and told me his name and that he was a little tired.” She shrugged. “I guess you are not that popular en Norway.” With a smile she handed him the piece of parchment. “But your wonderful and talented Pansy got the info for you.” She almost preened when she said that, but it was normal, for Pansy’s standards. And Harry was so happy he felt he could kiss her… not that he would, not in a million years. But the feeling counted, he hoped.

Slowly, nervously even, he picked the piece of parchment…

He swallowed thickly as his hands unfolded that sacred, so… so important piece of paper…

And the name of his little love was…

Harry blinked…

Son Goku…………..?

“Aah?” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” Blaize asked. Pansy laughed, elbowing her friend.

“He’s just surprised his lover boy is Asian, I was surprised also,” she giggled.

Harry sighed.

“He doesn’t like me…” he whined. “Not one bit!”

The other Slytherins stared at him in confusion.

“What do you mean? He has to know you before he can hate you, right?” Asked Theo. Harry stared at him with painful puppy eyes.

“Son Goku is a fictional character, he could have put Merlin for all I know, it’s not his name.”

Millicent and Daphne stared at eachother and smiled.

“Ok guys!” Daphne beamed as she stood up. “I propose a competition; the first one to go and get the Durmstrang’s Kid’s real name and why he hates our little Harry gets a prize. No cheating!” The other Slytherins nodded slowly, conspiratory smirks on their faces.

The case was on.

“That wasn’t very fair to that boy, little one,” laughed Viktor as he patted Draco’s head. The other boy just smiled.

“Come on, he doesn’t know me at all.” Draco mussed. “Why would he want my name and everything?”

Viktor stared at him.

“Well, you are pretty, maybe he wants to get to know you.” he answered.

The silver eyed boy pouted. Viktor always wanted to get him settled with someone nice and have a long sunset filled romance when he would be swept over by a knight in shinning armour and both would ride into a love filled horizon.

Draco…

He just wanted to have sex and see what was so great about that.

“Draco…” Viktor warned.

“Ok,” Draco admitted finally. “If he approaches me himself, like a normal person would, instead of sending his cronies to get the information for him, I will give him a chance.”

Viktor smiled softly.

“That’s all I’m asking for, little one.”

A week had gone by.

His little Son Goku had turned out to be more elusive than he had first thought. That and he had more muggle junk knowledge than anyone else he had ever met.

In five days he had passed from Son Goku to Clark Kent, to Peter Parker, to Bruce Banner, to Bruce Wayne, to Charles Xavier, to Ash Ketchum and finally to Ronald McDonalds.

Harry was about to tear his hair out in chunks with frustration, and all his friends didn’t understand what was wrong with the little McDonalds guy.

Finally, fed up with all this, he staked the halls of Hogwarts, ready to spy on his elusive love (that, as Pansy had erroneously assumed, was turning into a little obsession, which of course was totally fake) hiding under his invisibility cloak to get all the juicy information that would allow him to woo the Durmstrang student.

Nothing would stop him now!

Well, nothing save his school arch nemesis, Ron Weasley, introducing himself to his little crush, a huge smile on his freckled face.

“Hey, I heard you are Professor Lupin’s son, right?” The redhead asked, offering his hand. “I’m Ron Weasley, nice to meet you ah…”

The other boy smiled.

“Draco, Draco Lupin.”

”WAIT!!!” Harry cried, running up to them and ripping the cloak off himself.

Draco and Ron stared at him.

Harry realized how stupid he must look right now, appearing out of nowhere, hair messier than usual and glasses hanging from one of his ears.

“I…” he stuttered. “I… ah… Harry… Potter!” he offered his hand also, setting it over Weasley’s so he would have to be greeted first. Ha! Take that Weasley.

“Hey!” protested Weasley. “I was here first!”

“Well! I’m here now, Weasel!”

“Go jump on the lake, Potter!”

Draco blinked.

Once…

Twice…

Something was definitely odd about these two.

Rivals most likely. If the way they were glaring at eachother was any indication.

Slowly, as if assessing them both, he giggled.

“Nice to meet you two, Ron, Harry,” he said slowly. Taking each boy’s hand on one of his own. No one was greeted first. “I’m Draco.”

Harry smiled; his heart was bouncing around on his chest, like Christmas, Easter, Halloween and his own birthday were mixed into one.

Ron growled, Potter as usual had to ruin everything.

He would endure it, though. Professor Lupin’s son was a nice boy; he hoped they could be friends before Potter tainted him with his Slytherin stupidity.

Draco kept smiling, he didn’t really know what was wrong about the boys but Ron was funny and knew his dad, and Harry had finally gotten enough courage to approach him, all that dancing around was getting him nervous and he was running out of spoof names to give to his friends.

As soon as he went to bed that night Viktor would be so very pleased that he had made two friends. He just hopped none had other intentions. Draco was a private man and would keep like that until one of them got his trust, which was hard on itself.

Most likely both boys would get tired and give up before Draco even told them about his godfather.

Viktor could not blame him if his so called suitors got tired of him, right?

The gentle smile on Draco’s face widened just a little.

What a perfect plan.

TBC

A/N: I don’t think I like this chapter a lot, but I really wanted to write it. Dunno, what do you guys think?