Beauxbatons' Boy

Warning: This is fourth year so you know what age the boys are so if underage H/D bothers you then please do not read.


Draco Malfoy sighed and continued playing with the tassel on his silky Beauxbaton-blue robes as he and a select few other students from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic made their way from their glittering palace-like school to the cold yet welcoming castle walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He hugged his robes tighter around his thin, almost feminine frame and turned to one of his classmates, “Lara, I simply cannot believe I volunteered to come here, have you heard the stories about Hogwarts - they’re barbaric! I’ve seen pictures, and honestly must they keep the place so dark inside? My complexion just won’t be the same in that lighting. And it‘s dreadfully cold here, we are only halfway to Hogwarts and it is already noticeably colder. Now I am wishing that Madame Maxime had not allowed us fourth years to come along for ‘the experience’”.

It was his fourth year of school and Draco Malfoy, being at the top of his class of course because that‘s where Malfoys belonged, had been offered a chance to join the hopeful contenders of the Triwizard Tournament on their journey to Hogwarts. Madame Maxime raved about how it would be an excellent experience for anyone given the opportunity to come along.

“I agree darling, but let us just be thankful we don’t have to go to Durmstrang for an entire year,” Draco’s friend Lara replied.

At that they both giggled and silently thanked Merlin that they didn’t have to go to the extremely dark castle where the students had frightfully bad taste in clothing. Because is there really anything worse than students running around wearing hideous fur cloaks and red - so very much red? No, Draco didn’t think so.

While Draco continued to wrack his brain over the ever-important question: how anyone could truly like the color red, and also musing over whether Hogwarts had any attractive fourth year… umm, male students to uhh “experience”, the very large and in-charge Headmistress Olympe Maxime stood up to inform her pupils that they were fast approaching Hogwarts.

“My girls,” Madame Maxime’s eyes glossed over her nearly all female student body sitting patiently in the carriage and stopped on Draco, she paused and then went on. “I apologize, my girls and Monsieur Malfoy, I am delighted to inform you that we ‘ave arrived at ‘ogwarts. As always I am expecting perfect be’avior and from all. Let us be dignified and proudly represent Beauxbatons. “Now girls,”

At this Draco rolled his pale grey eyes and wondered how many times she was going to forget that, although he may be surrounded by all females, that he himself was clearly male…ok maybe not clearly but clearly enough. Hmph.

“…we will be departing now, so gather all your belongings and follow me.”


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It was the end of October and the year was already proving to be a very interesting one for fourth year Harry Potter. He had already met the new and very…vigilant… Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and that was, to put it lightly, a unique experience. And this new development called the Triwizard Tournament sounded like it had definite potential.

The excitement in the air was thick, Snape might compare its thickness to Harry’s skull, but that’s Snape for you. And all of Hogwarts was less-than-patiently waiting for the two other schools to arrive.

“Harry, I’ve heard about the Beauxbatons Girls and I’m really wishing I would’ve spent the whole summer bulking up. I’ll tell you now Harry, they’re gorgeous. I can’t wait ’til they get here. I‘m gonna get with one, I just have to. Can you imagine an all girl‘s school…?” Ron went on to butcher some tasteless muggle phrase he’d heard and Harry only caught the end. “…If the dorm bed‘s rockin’, don’t come knockin‘.’’ Nearly everyone within earshot at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall burst out in giggles. The guys were whooping and hollering and betting on who would bed the first one. Harry glanced at a red-faced Hermione and could tell she was inches from yelling something at Ron for his inconsiderate comment but she sat back and instead huffed and puffed and mumbled about how immature Ron was and how he shouldn’t degrade people like that.

Harry loved his friends, he loved how predictable they could be, how easy they were to figure out. They both knew who they were, no doubt. Ron was funny, and he was simple but, Harry concluded, not in a bad way and he would do just about anything for a friend or family member. And Hermione, she was smart; really, really smart.

Thrown out of his thoughts by Ron punching him on the shoulder, Harry shook his head, “Merlin, Ron, what is it!?”

“Whatever you were thinking about Harry, it’s not as important, look,” Ron pointed to the back of the Great Hall where in walked the only giant besides Hagrid that Harry had ever seen. And she was dressed magnificently in black satin robes with an abundance of sparkling opals on her neck and large fingers. “Look at that thing, she’s huge!”

Hermione apparently didn’t like the use of “thing” in reference to the giant because she immediately took the chance to jump at Ron. “Ronald Weasley, honestly, she’s a person, must you refer to her the same way you would an animal? I know your mother taught you better than that, act it.”

Ron shrugged, “oh Hermione, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at them even though his eyes, along with everyone else’s, were glued to the huge lady at the back of the hall who he assumed was from one of the other schools. There were tittering voices throughout the hall from each of the four house tables. Finally, the large woman brushed her robes off and began making her way toward Dumbledore at the front of the hall. Harry took a glance at Dumbledore who had that usual welcoming smile and characteristic twinkle in his eye. When she reached the spot where Dumbledore, who looked rather tiny in comparison, stood they enveloped each other in a hug that made it clear that they were old friends.

Next, Dumbledore turned to his students, the majority sitting right on the edge of their seats, and spoke loud and clear. “I am very pleased to introduce Madame Maxime from Beauxbatons; and her students who you will all welcome with sincerity and warmth.” And with a flick of his wand the doors of the Great Hall slowly opened to reveal what appeared to be fifteen or so girls from Beauxbatons. Obviously all the Hogwarts students’ eyes immediately turned to their new guests who, with an almost inhuman amount of grace, slowly walked or were they dancing, up to their headmistress.

There was no way Harry expected this, he had never felt this way before and never thought he would’ve been sitting here with his jaw practically on the floor out of amazement. Yes, Ron or Seamus but not him. He could not stop staring at the beauty in front of him.

Ok get a hold of yourself, Harry, you’re staring and it’s getting a little embarrassing.

Oh, but she was beautiful and she was wearing light blue and her robes were so silky looking and…ok so maybe all the other girls were wearing exactly the same thing but who cares. Harry’s Girl, wait when did that happen?, had light blonde shoulder-length hair and the most piercing blue/grey eyes he’d ever seen. He’d never really believed that you could possibly be turned on by just seeing someone but oh, he was beginning to believe it now. The telltale tightening in the front of his trousers was fast becoming obvious. He just hoped no one would look over to see how conflicted he was.

No no no, calm down, puberty has been kind so far, don’t let this happen now. You’re not going to let this humiliating thing happen. Go down, go down!! I don’t even know her and she’s just a stupid, boring, beautiful, petite girl who I want to bend over a desk and…ok, so now I just hope I‘m not forced to stand up anytime soon.

In the background of Harry’s fantasy he vaguely heard chattering from the tables around him. Not being able to make out what they were saying, he reluctantly stopped staring at His Blonde and turned to Ron. No wait, one more look at her then back to Ron…ok there. Now back to Ron.

“Harry, can you believe it…I never knew…how weird? Was all Harry heard between glances at his new fantasy and his best friend. Finally Harry decided whatever Ron had to say might just be important.

“Look at that, a boy out of all those girls. That one is definitely a boy, Harry. I knew an all girl’s school was too good to be true. Damnit!” Ron rushed with a defeated look on his face.

As Ron’s dream was crushed Harry could only dwell on which one his best friend was pointing to. He looked around and noticed several fingers aimed straight toward one “girl” in particular. In the back of his mind he was afraid to follow their accusing fingers.

His eyes traveled along Dean Thomas’ arm and to the very tip of his extended index finger, Harry was nervous…don’t let my girl be a boy, don’t let my girl be a boy …and there it was, he made eye contact with His Beautiful Blonde…Boy.

And Draco winked. Right at him. And the front of Harry’s trousers were tight once again.

Fuck. Still there.


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Ok, I dunno, this is my first fanfic. I've read a million and one but only finally got up the courage to write one thanks to my friend and fellow fanfic writer/reader Roozette (check out her awesome story she's currently writing). I would appreciate all the help I can get. I want to know if there's anything too confusing because that's a big issue when it comes to writing any kind of story. Also any ideas on what should happen in the fic would be awesome. Seriously, I will take any kind of feedback and use it to the best of my abilities. And if people respond well then I will certainly try to update as often as possible!! :) Thanks.