Gajeel was seriously beginning to lose his patience.

His foot tapped, his fists clenched, and most of all, his red-eyed glare burned into the back of the head of this tiny, teenage girl in an orange shirt and jeans who was leisurely leaning across the counter, chatting with her pretty, blonde friend. The blue-haired chick had books stacked high to be bought. Gajeel snorted. Unlike these bookworms, he hadn't come for novels. He'd come for the ancient-looking vinyls in the back of the store.

And all the ones he was purchasing weren't exactly getting any lighter.

"Look, pipsqueak," he finally burst with a growl. "If you ain't gonna buy them books, maybe you should move them off the damned checkout!"

She jumped high enough to satisfy him, spinning to see him with wide, brown eyes. Blinking several times, Gajeel had a sharp intake of breath. This girl was… rather cute. Not that it mattered to him. At all.

"E-excuse me," she stammered, shoving her books off to the side. "Y-you can go first."

This made him shift in discomfort. He'd been expecting her to run away, but this way… he couldn't just cut in front of a girl. "Nah," he grumbled eventually, staring at his motorcycle boots. "Ladies first."

She cocked an eyebrow then, and he took a step back at her expression as she planted her hands on her hips. "Then what's the fuss about?"

"The fuss is about how you're taking a millenia and a half to- wait, is that a Slytherin keychain?"

He'd blurted the last part out before he'd realized how nerdy it sounded. That made her loosen with surprise, though, and she glanced down at her bookbag. "Oh… yes. What, you read Harry Potter?"

Gajeel paused, narrowing his eyes. "...only about seven times."

He was slightly entranced at the way her eyes slowly began to brighten. "I've read them twenty! Which house are you in?"

"How many lifetimes have you had to have the time to read it twenty?" he muttered, more to himself. "Well, Pottermore says I'm a Gryffindor…"

"So you're on Pottermore!" The girl hopped up and down, much to his amusement. "But…" she sighed, shoulders slumping. "I'm in Slytherin. Apparently the hat doesn't take choice into account after all - I wanted to be in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor."

For some reason, Gajeel felt the need to console her. After all, not being in the Hogwarts house you desired was a serious life let-down. "There's nothin' wrong with Slytherin! I mean, yeah, a buncha dark wizards came from it, but that's because they didn't direct their ambition the right way - Slytherin means you're clever and driven, right? That's okay."

She looked up at him, from about two heads down, in some kind of adoration. "You really think so?"

"Y-yeah." Oh hell - why did he have to blush now? Why?!

"But I guess… our houses mean we wouldn't get along, huh?" she said hesitantly, beginning to sway back and forth.

Slowly, a grin crept up Gajeel's face. "Nah. I'm sure we could get past that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Gajeel knew he was no Einstein, but he knew an opportunity when he saw it. "If you wanna prove it, you could maybe put those books on hold and let me take you for a ride on my bike."

Her cheeks were getting redder by the second. "Y-you don't even know my name!"

"I know you're cute and you read Harry Potter - what else could a guy ask for?"

"Well, if you put it that way…" She pushed her glasses further up her nose, ignoring how her blonde friend was squeaking and jumping up and down in excitement behind the counter. "My name is Levy."

"I'm Gajeel." He stuck out his hand for her to shake. "My bike don't fly, but I'm sure you'll still find it pretty magical."

Gajevy #10 - "Pottermore said you're a Gryffindor and I'm a Slytherin" AU - Requested by Anonymous

Love it. Harry Potter = my first obsession. Fun fact: Pottermore said I was a Slytherin... O.o

Mizpah,

~LoneStorm