Go through the journey of a young boy named Y/N Mavros, who is the product of two worlds that have fated him to fight for the survival of the magical world.
DISCLAIMER: RATED M FOR MATURE
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THIS WILL DIVE A BIT DEEPER IN AIDONEUS STORY AND LAY THE GROUNDWORK FOR LATER. *WINK*
QUESTION BEFORE BE GET INTO IT:
WHOSE MORE ANNOYING: RON OR DRACO
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-THREE BROOMSTICKS-
"I like girls just as much as you do." Neville explains as red spreads across his face. "They might not like me as much, but...I've never actually been with one."
Neville is sitting across from Harry and Y/N, who have decided to take a little down time, especially Y/N, due to his injury bothering him at times.
"Don't worry." Y/N smirks, resting his chin on his hand as he looks around at the people in the pub. "Your time will come."
"Y-yeah.." Neville whispers as Luna Lovegood comes to mind, her sweet smile, lovely hair, and sparkling blue eyes. "Hopefully with the right person."
Harry holds in his laughter at how dazed Neville is at the moment, almost too the point where it looks like he's swaying side to side.
"Look at me." Y/N scoffs to himself, breaking Neville out of his daydream. "Talking as if I had my fair share..." Y/N sure doesn't want to come off as something he's not. Other then a quick peck to the lips from Hermione, he is just as inexperienced as the next teen.
Neville squints his eyes, unsure if he believes the son of Hades or not on the subject of experience. "I mean...I'm sure you've had plenty of girls...discreetly of course, since I don't see you too close with many of them..expect H-hermione of course."
At the mention of her name, Y/N can't help but feel a sigh escape his lips. She sure did grow into her looks compared to first year, now it seems nobody could match her beauty.
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"Expect Hermione.." Y/N repeats in a soft whisper before snapping out his trance. "But no, I've never...been with a girl that way either. Including Hermione."
Harry almost chokes on his drink at that proclamation, trying his best not to laugh and get butterbeer all over his shirt.
"What?" Y/N asks as Harry shakes his head, refusing to answer with a bloated mouth full of butterbeer.
"I get talking about g-girls can be embarrassing.." Neville chimes in for Harry, trying his best not to sound too pathetic whilst two girl students pass by their table. "And...I know that we're young, but you're Y/N Mavros. Just by name alone, you and Harry can get any gal you want."
"I wish..." Harry mumbles to himself.
"Oh, come on Longbottom." Y/N scoffs as he watches a group of girls pass by his table behind Neville, noticing them swaying their hips a bit too hard. "What do you take us for, man-whores?"
