"So you are the one who saved me from those Vatican goons."
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew there was something different about this girl. It wasn't just that she was outstandingly beautiful in a way that reminded me of a slightly darker version of those Princess' from those Disney movies Lisa loves to watch. Everything from her looks to the way she walked and talked set my heart racing in ways I couldn't even begin to comprehend.
"Hmm..."
Why? That was the question I wanted to ask. Why was it that this girls voice caused my heart to feel like it was beating a thousand miles per minute? Like there was a war drum in my chest? Why did my eyes seem to be incapable of deciding which part of her body I wanted to look at? Why did her scent intoxicate me so? And why did the alluring sway of her hips, the small movements her breasts made as she walked, and the smirk on her face set my body aflame like they did?
"You are much younger than I had expected."
At first, I thought it was some kind of magic. It was a logical conclusion, I like to think. How else could I explain this impossible... attraction I felt for the young female vampire I had inadvertently rescued from being used and killed?
"But then, that just makes what you did even more heroic."
It was only after several seconds of being in her presence that I realized there was no magic involved here. While I could feel magic coming from her, a lot of magic at that, none of it was being used. At least, none of it was being used on me. It was almost like all that magic was being channeled through her body in some way. Whatever the case was, I knew that whatever her magic was doing, it was not effecting my body or mind in any way. Shape, or form.
"My name is Selene Gallio Dracul."
Whatever was happening to me had nothing to do with magic.
"And I am forever in your debt, my young hero."
It was all her.
XoX
Morning arrived as it was wont to do. As Sol began to rise on the skyline, bathing Terra in it's warmth, several rays of sunlight shone in through Harry Potter's window at number four Privet Drive. The young boy in question slowly opened his eyes to greet the coming of a new day.
Or at least, that is what he tried to do. Almost as soon as his eyes opened he was forced to shut them again, lest the rays of light burn his retina with how intense they seemed to be.
Rolling over on his side, Harry tried to turn away from the sunlight that found it's way into his room. It helped a little bit.
Not that such a thing mattered. He needed to get up anyways.
Slowly pushing himself into a sitting position, Harry swung his legs over the bed until his calves and feet were dangling off the edge. His hands raised up above his head, stretching as he let loose a gargantuan yawn while his vertebra cracked and popped from being stretched to its limits. Slowly, oh so slowly, Harry brought his hands back down, blinking several times as he did so as they came to rest on either side of his body.
Grumbling a bit, he pushed himself to his feet and began to gracefully stumble out of his room and into the restroom. Once there he turned on the water to the shower, making sure the water was cold, then stepped in.
The cold water had the nice effect of cooling off his unnusually hot body temperature, though it seemed to do little else. Harry grumbled a bit more before pointing his finger behind him at the shampoo bottle.
It was only hardened reflexes honed through years of training and sparring with Master Wei that allowed him to dodge the bottle that came flying at him at higher speeds than he was used to, almost hitting him in the face. As it was, the bottle ended up hitting the opposite end of the shower.
Kneeling down, Harry grabbed onto the bottle with an irritated expression. He then brought it up to his face and took a good look at the bottle itself when he realized something.
"Conditioner?"
Frowning a bit, Harry turned his head to look back at the small corner where the bottle had come from. There, standing in it's usual place, was the shampoo bottle. He looked back at the bottle of conditioner in his hands, then, with even more grumbling, walked over to the corner, sat the bottle of conditioner down, grabbed the bottle of shampoo, then began to lather up his hair.
As he finished washing his hair, Harry let go of the shampoo, expecting it to float back over to the corner it had been sitting in before.
Which was why he was surprised when it dropped to the ground with a loud thud that rang loudly due to the rooms acoustics.
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