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Adult +
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7,442
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Weird With Cream On The Side
Summary: Harry Potter returns for his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He just wants to have a nice, normal school year before being flung out into war. But everyone else's new and rapidly growing interest in him might be a problem... Being stalked by numerous people, slipped Love Potions at every meal, fancied by almost every bloody person in school isn't as sweet as it sounds. But while Harry rejects everyone again and again without a thought, the one person who's actions affect him the most are the ones of his ex-arch rival, Draco Malfoy! This story features Harry paired with almost everyone both male and female. Not to spoil the ending, but Draco/Harry is the biggest pair. :D
Author's Note: Other than just silly little kisses and pleasurable handjobs, this story will actually have a PLOT with Voldemort, Death Eaters, and all that stuff. Oh, and for this story, just pretend Dumbledore didn't die and there's no such thing as Horcruxes. So, for Harry to kill Voldemort, he would just have to kill the body itself, and not seven other peices of his soul. Just to make life easier. :D
----Chapter 1: Weird With Cream On The Side----
It was weird. It definitely was weird.
He could feel the stares... the mouth-gaping, jaw-unhinging, eyes-following kind of stares.
Why the stares? Had he changed that much over the summer? Did he have something dribbling down his nose? He hurriedly wiped at his nose with this thought, but the stares kept drilling holes into his skin. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t deformed all of a sudden. Was he bleeding? Badly? He didn’t remember being injured and he didn’t feel any pain right now. Was Voldemort hanging off his back? He snorted, like that was possible. Then... why?
The bushy brown-haired girl next to him nudged him with her elbow, silently indicating that she had noticed the obvious gawking too. Except, he saw, she had a wide smirk on her face meaning she knew why. Which didn’t come as a surprise since Hermione always knew everything. Across from her, a tall gangling red-haired boy was trying, but failing miserably, to contain his laughter. Did he know the reason too?
“Harry! Harry!”
At the call from the mousy-haired boy he had eventually taken a liking to, the boy that was the center of all the staring turned around with a small smile, waiting for the inevitable click that would follow in a few seconds. Sure enough, a bright flash went off, and the boy with the camera squealed with delight, brandishing the newly quick-developed picture in front of him.
The picture showed of a handsome young man of seventeen, with unruly jet black hair that stood up in the back no matter how against the laws of gravity it was, bright green eyes that shone even in the non-moving picture, round glasses, and quite a dazzling aura around him, which wasn’t just because of the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous, but because he had recently become much more happier and healthier now that he was of age to leave his relatives at Number Four Private Drive.
The boy with the camera finally ran up to Harry after staring at the picture for some time, “Harry! Harry! Good to see you again! Um... can you sign this picture for me?” The boy asked as a pink color rose in his cheeks.
Harry chuckled a bit, “Colin! How many of these autographed pictures do you have already? What’s the point of another one?”
“But this is your last year at Hogwarts! Besides, this year you look a lot more h—” Colin snapped his mouth shut and blushed a deep red, and quickly handed a pen and the photo to Harry before his mouth betrayed him.
Harry wore a slightly confused expression while he, once again, signed an autograph for Colin Creevey, which Colin promptly snatched when Harry was done and ran off back to his brother, Dennis, a few chairs down. Harry chuckled at the sixth year’s kid-antics and turned back to his friends.
“Ron, can you please stop snorting into your pumpkin juice and tell me WHY I’m being gawked at? I feel like a zoo animal trapped behind bars, having peanuts thrown at my head all the time.”
Ron Weasley, the red-head mentioned earlier, just laughed even louder into his pumpkin juice, spraying a thin mist over Harry and Hermione Granger.
“Ron! Jeez, control yourself! It not that funny, really now!” Hermione scolded irritably before turning back to Harry, “Harry, did you eat a lot of healthy meals and exercise at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place?”
Harry frowned on this abrupt change of subject. “Umm, I suppose so, yeah. The meals were really good. I did some push-ups, sit-ups, running and whatnot every day. Why?”
Hermione just nodded in understanding. Ron smirked. And Harry was more confused than ever, “Well, I don’t want to lose to Voldemort because he can beat me in running, you know! Being magically powerful isn’t all it’s going to take. Although, for some reason, if you look at me, I don’t look really buff. But Remus said I was plenty strong, and I can beat almost everyone that comes to Grimmauld at anything! But,” Harry lowered his voice and Hermione and Ron crowded down so that no one could hear. “You know how Remus performed the... Animagus transformation spell on me and taught me in detail everything I should know for the transformation to go smoothly? And how I have to wait until the next full moon, since the moon represents change, to actually transform? Well, I did a little bit of research on some parts of the long incantation he had said, found out that some side effect stop your muscles from growing once they reach a certain size, but it’s only the size that stops growing, the... umm, I forgot the word, but the strongness of the muscles can keep on growing.” Harry straightened up, “So I guess that’s a good thing, since I’ll appear weaker than I really am, and then I’ll take the enemy by surprise.”
Ron and Hermione sat up straight too. They pondered the information in their heads a bit before Ron asked, “Harry mate, although that had nothing to do with the reason why everyone’s staring at you... well, it does, a bit. Anyways, irrelevant as that was, I also agree that the side effect is a good thing. In many ways.” Ron smirked again. Hermione nodded her agreement.
Harry sighed in exasperation. It didn’t seem like they were going to fill him in anytime soon. Just as Harry was contemplating how to get the information out of them, someone tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and came face to face with... a plate full of whipped cream. He scowled as he wiped his glasses clean, squinting up at the bastard who did it. To his surprise and confusion, it was Dean Thomas, a guy with dreadlocks and a friendly personality. Harry stood up from his seat in the Great Hall to face Dean, a bit of hurt in his eyes. The whole Hall seemed to have quieted down to watch the unfolding scene.
“W-what did you do that for, Dean?!” Harry asked. Dean shrugged, his eyes avoiding Harry’s.
“Dean, you better explain yourself. Because I hardly think you’re under the Imperius Curse and ordered to cream my face.” The whole Hall held their breath, positively swooning at the picture in front of them: Harry still with some dripping whipped cream on his flushed face, his glasses off so that his eyes sparkled even more intently.
Dean gulped, dared to look at Harry for a second, blushed slightly (although he tried to conceal it from Harry and succeeding since Harry was usually oblivious about these kinds of things), and mumbled under his breath, “Sorry Harry mate. T’was a dare.” and he hurried back to his seat next to Seamus Finnigan who was openly staring at Harry, along with the rest of the Hall.
Harry grumbled and sat back down, wiping off the rest of the whipped cream and putting his glasses back on. Hermione and Ron just gaped at him. “What?” Harry snarled, annoyed of the looks everyone was giving him. “Care to fill me in now? I would REALLY like to know what’s gotten everyone’s interest in me peaking right now.” Ron patted Harry’s shoulder, “Um, I’ll tell you in our dorms later, okay?” And with that he dug back into his meal. Harry huffed angrily and continued eating too, not wanting the Welcome Back Feast to go to waste.
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TBC!!! And do review and tell me your opinions, please! ^__^
Author's Note: Other than just silly little kisses and pleasurable handjobs, this story will actually have a PLOT with Voldemort, Death Eaters, and all that stuff. Oh, and for this story, just pretend Dumbledore didn't die and there's no such thing as Horcruxes. So, for Harry to kill Voldemort, he would just have to kill the body itself, and not seven other peices of his soul. Just to make life easier. :D
----Chapter 1: Weird With Cream On The Side----
It was weird. It definitely was weird.
He could feel the stares... the mouth-gaping, jaw-unhinging, eyes-following kind of stares.
Why the stares? Had he changed that much over the summer? Did he have something dribbling down his nose? He hurriedly wiped at his nose with this thought, but the stares kept drilling holes into his skin. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t deformed all of a sudden. Was he bleeding? Badly? He didn’t remember being injured and he didn’t feel any pain right now. Was Voldemort hanging off his back? He snorted, like that was possible. Then... why?
The bushy brown-haired girl next to him nudged him with her elbow, silently indicating that she had noticed the obvious gawking too. Except, he saw, she had a wide smirk on her face meaning she knew why. Which didn’t come as a surprise since Hermione always knew everything. Across from her, a tall gangling red-haired boy was trying, but failing miserably, to contain his laughter. Did he know the reason too?
“Harry! Harry!”
At the call from the mousy-haired boy he had eventually taken a liking to, the boy that was the center of all the staring turned around with a small smile, waiting for the inevitable click that would follow in a few seconds. Sure enough, a bright flash went off, and the boy with the camera squealed with delight, brandishing the newly quick-developed picture in front of him.
The picture showed of a handsome young man of seventeen, with unruly jet black hair that stood up in the back no matter how against the laws of gravity it was, bright green eyes that shone even in the non-moving picture, round glasses, and quite a dazzling aura around him, which wasn’t just because of the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous, but because he had recently become much more happier and healthier now that he was of age to leave his relatives at Number Four Private Drive.
The boy with the camera finally ran up to Harry after staring at the picture for some time, “Harry! Harry! Good to see you again! Um... can you sign this picture for me?” The boy asked as a pink color rose in his cheeks.
Harry chuckled a bit, “Colin! How many of these autographed pictures do you have already? What’s the point of another one?”
“But this is your last year at Hogwarts! Besides, this year you look a lot more h—” Colin snapped his mouth shut and blushed a deep red, and quickly handed a pen and the photo to Harry before his mouth betrayed him.
Harry wore a slightly confused expression while he, once again, signed an autograph for Colin Creevey, which Colin promptly snatched when Harry was done and ran off back to his brother, Dennis, a few chairs down. Harry chuckled at the sixth year’s kid-antics and turned back to his friends.
“Ron, can you please stop snorting into your pumpkin juice and tell me WHY I’m being gawked at? I feel like a zoo animal trapped behind bars, having peanuts thrown at my head all the time.”
Ron Weasley, the red-head mentioned earlier, just laughed even louder into his pumpkin juice, spraying a thin mist over Harry and Hermione Granger.
“Ron! Jeez, control yourself! It not that funny, really now!” Hermione scolded irritably before turning back to Harry, “Harry, did you eat a lot of healthy meals and exercise at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place?”
Harry frowned on this abrupt change of subject. “Umm, I suppose so, yeah. The meals were really good. I did some push-ups, sit-ups, running and whatnot every day. Why?”
Hermione just nodded in understanding. Ron smirked. And Harry was more confused than ever, “Well, I don’t want to lose to Voldemort because he can beat me in running, you know! Being magically powerful isn’t all it’s going to take. Although, for some reason, if you look at me, I don’t look really buff. But Remus said I was plenty strong, and I can beat almost everyone that comes to Grimmauld at anything! But,” Harry lowered his voice and Hermione and Ron crowded down so that no one could hear. “You know how Remus performed the... Animagus transformation spell on me and taught me in detail everything I should know for the transformation to go smoothly? And how I have to wait until the next full moon, since the moon represents change, to actually transform? Well, I did a little bit of research on some parts of the long incantation he had said, found out that some side effect stop your muscles from growing once they reach a certain size, but it’s only the size that stops growing, the... umm, I forgot the word, but the strongness of the muscles can keep on growing.” Harry straightened up, “So I guess that’s a good thing, since I’ll appear weaker than I really am, and then I’ll take the enemy by surprise.”
Ron and Hermione sat up straight too. They pondered the information in their heads a bit before Ron asked, “Harry mate, although that had nothing to do with the reason why everyone’s staring at you... well, it does, a bit. Anyways, irrelevant as that was, I also agree that the side effect is a good thing. In many ways.” Ron smirked again. Hermione nodded her agreement.
Harry sighed in exasperation. It didn’t seem like they were going to fill him in anytime soon. Just as Harry was contemplating how to get the information out of them, someone tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and came face to face with... a plate full of whipped cream. He scowled as he wiped his glasses clean, squinting up at the bastard who did it. To his surprise and confusion, it was Dean Thomas, a guy with dreadlocks and a friendly personality. Harry stood up from his seat in the Great Hall to face Dean, a bit of hurt in his eyes. The whole Hall seemed to have quieted down to watch the unfolding scene.
“W-what did you do that for, Dean?!” Harry asked. Dean shrugged, his eyes avoiding Harry’s.
“Dean, you better explain yourself. Because I hardly think you’re under the Imperius Curse and ordered to cream my face.” The whole Hall held their breath, positively swooning at the picture in front of them: Harry still with some dripping whipped cream on his flushed face, his glasses off so that his eyes sparkled even more intently.
Dean gulped, dared to look at Harry for a second, blushed slightly (although he tried to conceal it from Harry and succeeding since Harry was usually oblivious about these kinds of things), and mumbled under his breath, “Sorry Harry mate. T’was a dare.” and he hurried back to his seat next to Seamus Finnigan who was openly staring at Harry, along with the rest of the Hall.
Harry grumbled and sat back down, wiping off the rest of the whipped cream and putting his glasses back on. Hermione and Ron just gaped at him. “What?” Harry snarled, annoyed of the looks everyone was giving him. “Care to fill me in now? I would REALLY like to know what’s gotten everyone’s interest in me peaking right now.” Ron patted Harry’s shoulder, “Um, I’ll tell you in our dorms later, okay?” And with that he dug back into his meal. Harry huffed angrily and continued eating too, not wanting the Welcome Back Feast to go to waste.
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TBC!!! And do review and tell me your opinions, please! ^__^