A/N: Hey! Hope you like this...just a little something I thought up...ENJOY!

I can honestly say I did try to rewrite the first 4 chapters, but my mind went blank more than once and I eventually just gave up. For those of you who had read it and want to keep on with the way it was as Like Father, Like Son I have updated that so just go ahead to Chapter 10.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing it all. Stop rubbing it in!

The Beauty of a Werewolf

Chapter 1: Since When Was She So Beautiful?

Harry had liked Cho since. . .who knows. He'd just liked her. But after his fifth year, that didn't seem important. And he realized that he just didn't care for her like that anymore.

He also realized that he was getting looks from other girls. Not 'I-think-you're-weird' looks, but checking him out looks. And then he realized that he liked it.

He soon got the secret nickname 'heartbreaker'. And though the girls knew what would happen after a little while, they still lined up for just a look from the famous, handsome, most popular, talented-Harry Potter.

In his 7th year, though, he became Head Boy. Hermione was Head Girl, to no one's surprise. Ron trusted Harry, so he didn't make-too much of a fuss. But that was only after Harry told him the password so he could come in at anytime he wanted to to see Hermione.

Around Halloween, Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, just eating when he saw her. Beautiful, shining hair, the most amazing skin, and dazzling eyes-and then he noticed who she was. It couldn't be! It wasn't possible. Could she have been this beautiful, all this time? He quickly shut his mouth and looked away. He had a girlfriend right now, and even though he was known for breaking hearts, he was also known for the fact that while he was in a relationship, he would never cheat. He'd break up with you, then go after the other girl. But still, he'd never cheat. And it wouldn't be good if someone saw him staring at another girl. Especially her.

"Hey, Harry!" He froze. Oh no! He thought. The most beautiful girl he'd ever seen was sitting right next to him at this very moment!

"Hey, Ginny," he answered smoothly. "How ya doing?"

She smiled as she started dishing food onto her plate. "Pretty good."

"I think we have duty today," Harry said, trying to sound like it wasn't that important.

She put on a thinking face for a moment, then said, "Yeah, I think so too. Hermione can just deal with it if it's not."

He laughed a little. "Exactly."

She smiled again. "When's Quidditch practice again? Tomorrow?"

Harry shook his head. "Nah. Day after tomorrow. You need to keep up with stuff like this, especially since this is my last year and I'm pretty sure you'll be Captain next year."

Her eyes widened. "Really? How do you know?"

He shrugged. "Lot's of reasons. One, you're a really good Quidditch player. Two, you'd be a really good Captain. And three, I've put in a good word for you."

She looked at him, a slightly amazed expression on her face, for a short moment then blushed, realizing she'd been staring. "Uh, wow, Harry, thanks. It means a lot, coming from you."

He smiled, and dearly hoped he wasn't blushing, too. "No problem."

"POTTER!" Harry turned around to see a tall, 6th year with good looking features walking between the tables toward him. He was holding his broomstick, a Nemod S.D. 5009. His name was Ryan Singleton, and he was an American transfer student. He'd only been at Hogwarts a year and already he was known for his talent on the broomstick and his caring nature. Harry had immediatly put him as one of the Gryffindor Beaters once tryouts had come around.

"SINGLETON!" Harry shouted back, even though Ryan was right next to him. "What is it?"

"I was walking to the Great Hall," he paused, and Harry nodded, not sure why he paused in the first place, "and I heard these Slytherins talking about how they had practice the same time we do!"

Harry frowned slightly. But only slightly. "When did they say they had practice, Ryan?"

"Tomorrow at 8:30 pm."

Harry shook his head as Ginny just looked at Ryan. "Ryan, we don't have practice tomorrow. Day after tomorrow."

"Yeah, honey, don't you know anything?" Ginny said. She knew perfectly well that Ryan hated it when anyone called him something that wasn't his name. Especially honey.

"I know that you'd better watch what you're calling me, dear, if you don't want a Bludger hit at you everytime you move!" He said angrily. Ginny just started laughing even more at how red his face was getting.

"Okay, okay, you two, stop it," Harry said, even though he was trying not to laugh. "We have a game in two weeks and I need the both of you."

Ryan was still glowering at Ginny, who had her lips pursed and her cheeks slightly pink from trying not to laugh.

"Ryan, are you here to eat? Or just to pass along information?" Harry asked him.

"Just to pass along information. Why?"

"Can you do me a favor? If you see any other team members, can you make sure they know what time the practice is?"

Ryan shrugged. "Sure. See ya, Harry. Weasley," he turned to glare at her before he left.

When he was out of reach, Ginny burst out laughing again. Once she stopped, she said, "Okay, sorry. It's just so funny!"

"You know, he thinks you like him, because you bother him so much," Harry said.

Ginny looked surprised. "What? Really?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. He asked me about it in the locker room once after practice, when we were the only ones left."

Ginny shook her head. "Nah. He's cute and everything, but I don't like him. I just like getting on his nerves. He really asked you about it?"

"Yup. I think he might have a little crush on you."

Her eyes widened. "What? No! I don't like him that way! Aw, man! And I have to deal with him one more year," she said. She clunked her arm down on the table and propped her head up with her hand. "Should I leave him alone?"

Harry shrugged. "Dunno. The spell's already cast, isn't it."

She glared at him. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem!" He said happily. "I'd better get going, I still have some Potions homework that's due today. If I'm lucky, Hermione will be feeling generous today. . ."

"As Head Boy, shouldn't you be doing your own homework?" she asked. Her glare was gone.

"I'm supposed to be setting an example. It's not my fault if it's a bad one," he said, waggling his eyebrows. Her laughter followed him out the Great Hall and through the corridor.

From the way she acted, she didn't like him. As more than a friend. More like a brother. But he hoped it was an act. Wait, did he really? He was supposed to be in a happy relationship. Sort of. Amee Lynn, a Ravelclaw 6th year. She was the Keeper for the Quidditch team. And very good. And very pretty.

The rest of that day, and the next day, went by quickly, and before he knew it, it was Quidditch practice.

"Okay, team," Harry said, "last time we had some trouble. I think it was because most of us were distracted, and it was thunderstorming. But today there's only some faint gray clouds in the sky, so you shouldn't have that much of a problem. We all ready?"

They nodded, and started flying. Everyone was in a good mood. There wasn't the sun getting in their eyes, but there wasn't any rain either to make them freezing. It was a perfectly enjoyable practice.

Harry noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ginny was deliberatly taking along time and kept glancing over at him, as if she wanted to talk to him but not in front of the others. When everyone else had left, she walked up to him.

"Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked. She seemed kind of anxious.

He shrugged. "Sure. What's up?"

She sighed. "You were right. About him liking me. In the Gryffindor common room last night, when I had stayed in there to do homework, he came up to me and sat down."

Harry nodded. "And?"

"He asked me if I'd be his girlfriend!" she said shrilly.

"What'd you say?" Harry had a slight sinking feeling in his stomach, and even though he knew she didn't like him, he still hoped she'd said no. Which makes no sense, since he had a girlfriend, and it didn't matter if she said no or not because he was 'off the market.'

"No! I mean, I told him that I just wanted to stay friends, and that school was getting kind of stressful, and I didn't think I had to the time for a boyfriend."

"How'd he take it?"

She sighed again. "Not to good."

"He seemed alright today during practice."

She shook his head. "He was faking. He hasn't talked to me all day, and anyway, he was almost to tears when I told him no."

Harry nodded. "Do you like anybody right now?"

Something flickered in her eyes, something that went so fast that Harry almost didn't see it, but it was over before he could figure out what that was. Then she shook her head. "Nope."

He grinned mischeviously. "Not even a little?"

She laughed at his expression and said, "Okay, there is someone. But I won't tell you who."

"Aww, come on," he said. He put on a puppy dog expression. "Pweeaaaasssseee?"

She laughed again. "I'll give you a hint. He's in Gryffindor."

Harry rolled his eyes, and pretended to be exasperated. "Well, that helps me alot. At least he's not an evil git from Slytherin."

She shook her head. "He's in your year. And that's all I'm going to say, because we need to get to class. The tardy bell just rang."

He shook his head this time. "Don't you remember who I am, Ms. Weasley? I," he said with a great flourish, "am Head Boy. I have an excuse to be out. And you are a prefect. You can just say you were helping me patrol the corridors after the bell rang to catch stragglers."

She looked at him skeptically. Then shrugged. "Okay, whatever."

"Shall we go?" he said, putting his arm out for her. She took it.

"Yes, we shall," she said in the same tone as he, and they walked out of the locker room, arms still linked. Harry couldn't help but wonder who it was she liked. He was also thinking desperately that he hoped nobody would see him, arm linked with Ginny, and tell Amee. It would ruin his...good reputation. But if he had looked up, he would have seen the evil grin of his most hated person, Draco Malfoy, looking as if his birthday and Christmas had all come, looming out of one of the highest windows on the tallest tower.