Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin

"Amore, you have been a very naughty young man." There was something about the way she said this that made Harry feel unsure of whether or not he should blush like some kind of school girl or shiver. Naturally, he ended up doing both.

"I am?" he asked, and was relatively pleased when he did not let the strange feelings that, for some reason, had overcome him stronger than they had been yesterday show. It meant that if nothing else, he was truly beginning to grow used to Selene's strange form of, he wasn't quite sure if it should be called physical affection, but he really couldn't think of anything else to describe it.

In either event, the fact that he was not turning into a blushing, stuttering mess meant he was growing less inclined to be bothered by her constant need for physical closeness.

Perhaps it was a form of desensitization, much like what was happening in the muggle world with shows on the tele getting more and more graphic and people growing more and more used to them. Though Harry preferred to think it was more a case of him growing past his immaturity and incapability of dealing with the situation properly.

"Yes," Selene said, smiling at him in an even stranger fashion than usual. It was still predatory, but there was something distinctly different about it. He would have continued to ponder this new look, but she spoke before his mind could truly delve into the mystery behind the slight variation in her smile. "You did not tell me it was your birthday yesterday."

At her words, Harry paled.

He hoped nothing unpleasant came from this. Considering her smile, he did not have much hope.

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Harry wondered if all women possessed some kind of innate power over men. From all of the observations he had made, all signs pointed towards that being the case. Lisa's father rarely ever did anything to anger Misses Crawft and being delegated to 'the couch'. Whether this was a metaphorical couch or literally a couch Harry did not know. Tracey's was apparently 'whipped', and Nicolas Flamel was often seen walking on egg shells with his wife whenever he said something Perennelle deemed to be stupid.

Granted, his teacher sometimes deserved it. He did say stupid and sometimes downright insulting words quite often. Then again, maybe Harry was being biased because of all the times Flamel had commented on his young age in order to get him riled up.

Whatever the case may be, Harry had determined that women held some kind of power over men that simply made it so that the male species would do the bidding of the female species with little fuss. Sometimes it came in the form of a look, a glare, a smile, large doe eyes that simply made saying 'no' impossible. Other times it came in the form of actions, a hug, a touch, a vice grip of herculean proportions that made it feel like ones arm was being crushed by unfathomable amounts of pressure. In Harry's case, it had been a combination of both.

Nicolas Flamel had given him the day off, claiming that since he was doing so well, he should take this time to relax.

"Have fun!"

Those had been his words right before Selene had dragged Harry away before the lecture planned for today could begin.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Those had been the words Nicolas Flamel had added just as he and Selene had disappeared around the corner. For some reason beyond his understanding, hearing those words had given Harry the inexplicable urge to punch the man in the face.

Now walking down the streets of muggle Paris with Selene on his arm, Harry found himself taking in some more of the sights. He had not been to the non magical portion of Paris since rescuing Selene from her would be killers-slash-rapist, and he had never been there during the day. It was a much different experience than walking around the city at night.

For one thing, it was much busier during the day than it was at night. All around him were people walking to and fro, chatting with friends as they moved about in large groups with a few singles and couples thrown in for good measure. The tables at the cafes were filled with people talking. There was a large number of cars driving down the street. Harry even saw several large, Double-Decker buses filled with tourists taking pictures of anything and everything as they pointed and gawked.

Harry would probably be considered a tourist as well, except he did not gawk.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Harry asked finally as his patience began to wear thin. He had asked Selene that question when they first arrived in Paris and all she would say was that they were going to celebrate his birthday and he did not want to ruin the surprise.

It would not come as a surprise to those who knew him, but Harry did not like the idea of just wandering around Paris when he could be back in Nicolas Flamel's alchemy lab unlocking the secrets behind transmutation. Even if his company was admittedly very pleasant.

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