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A Simple Change of Mind - Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2024-01-07 11:13:30 +0000 UTCAn amusing scene could be seen in the courtyard of the UK's prestigious magical school, Hogwarts.
It was so unexpected and amazing that those who watched it would have to rub their eyes to believe it.
The vast space in front of the school was filled with every single student at Hogwarts.
From year 1 to year 7, every age of student was outside waiting to welcome their foreign guests.
And all these students were standing in four groups, separated by their houses.
With the younger standing in front and then the older in last.
And the four heads of these houses were busy checking each of their students to see if their uniforms were worn properly and to correct their manners.
After all, it was a prestige thing to host a Tri-Wizard tournament, and the headmaster, Dumbledore, wanted his students to leave a big first impression on their guests, who were going to be their competitors as well.
‘Let them know Hogwarts is still the best in the world’ were the words of the headmaster, who in rare moments showed a bit of arrogance.
Every student's eyes were on everywhere as they waited with anticipation for their guests while they wondered how they were going to arrive here.
But among them, Harry Potter, unlike them, was not curious like others, as he already knew how the Durmstrang were arriving.
Maria had informed him a few days ago through her letter.
Which was why he was calmly standing without any anxiety and just excitement running through his body to finally meet his first love again after two months.
Although the same couldn’t be said for Hermione at his side, who was biting her nails and constantly posterizing Harry to tell her how students from Durmstrang were coming in.
All because Harry refused to tell her. Just because he loved seeing Hermione act like a child when she doesn’t know something that someone else does.
“Come on, Harry." Hermione whined again, “Why can’t you just tell me? They are almost here!”
"Exactly, Mione," Harry nodded. “They are almost here, so just wait, and you are going to see it for yourself,” he said, poking her nose.
Hermione huffed and crossed her arms, pouting like a child. And Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at her cute face.
Feeling a set of eyes on him, Harry turned his head to his right and saw Daphne staring at him with her smokey gaze.
She was standing in the rows of Slytherin with her friend Tracey Davies and little sister Astoria.
Finally getting his attention, she licked her lips and winked at him flirtingly.
Chuckling silently, Harry shook his head and winked back at her. Daphne returned to talking with her friend while grinning widely and tilting slightly so that her skirt-covered, curvy bubble butt was right in his line of sight.
‘Who would have thought that the Ice Queen would be such a big flirt?” Harry snorted, thinking about how naughty the Slytherin princess was.
Although he was pleased and smug about the fact that it was only with him, she was like that. Because for everyone else, she was still an emotionless, cold girl.
Drifting his attention away from her, he then looked at the rows of Hufflepuffs and saw Susan standing, looking bored and irritated.
And the reason for her mood was Justin at her shoulder, who seemed to still haven’t accepted that the poor boy didn’t have a chance with her.
Susan felt his amused gaze on her, and she turned her head and smiled widely at him, completely ignoring the still-chatting boy at her side.
Harry smiled back, brightening her face and mood, and finally Justin took the subtle signal and stopped talking.
Susan nodded gratefully and mouthed, ‘Thank you'.
Harry shrugged, and then his eyes went to Padma, who looked like she was waiting for him to notice her.
Seeing his eyes on her, she smiled, waved at him, and blushed when Harry waved back.
She was then attacked by her friends, who began teasing her, and Harry’s attention was brought back to his own house row by the voice of their head of house.
“Mr. and Mr. Weasley, why can’t you, for once in your life, behave properly?” said an irritated Professor McGonagall with her cat-like eyes narrowed at the smiling twins.
"You have 30 seconds to tie your tie properly before I do it myself,” she hissed like her Animagus form, and the twin smile vanished, realising the serious threat in her voice, and they quickly did what she ordered them to.
Hermione snickered, hiding it behind her hands, and Harry smirked at the twins, panicking while tying their tie.
“Mr. Potter." Hearing his name, Harry looked straight and found McGonagall right in front of him.
"Yes, Professor,” he replied respectfully after straightening his posture.
“Why is your hair not tied in a ponytail like you usually do?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, staring at his long hair.
Harry brought his hand to his hair, which now came down to his shoulder, and he found she was right. His messy hair was free from his hair band.
"Um,” he stuttered as he thought about the reason why his hair was free, and suddenly he remembered when, from the corner of his eyes, he saw his girls avoiding his eyes while they were trying their best to hold their pleased smile.
Now how could he tell his professor that the reason his hair was not tired was because his girlfriends loved weaving their hands in it, especially while snogging?
Which was exactly what they had been doing a while ago after finishing their homework and was the reason for his free hair.
Thinking quickly on his feet, he looked at his transfiguration professor and smiled. "Sorry, Professor, I forgot to tie it today,” he lied with an apologetic face.
Which seemed to have worked on McGonagall as her eyes softened and she sighed. “No problem, Harry, but do make sure to remember it next time,” she told him while conjuring a hair band and handing it to him.
“Thank you, Professor." Harry smiled, taking the band, and then pulling his hair in a bunch, he tied it with the band.
All the while, he ignored the wistful sigh from every girl that was watching him tie his hair.
But Minerva did notice it as she smirked. “I am only asking you this for today; otherwise, you can flaunt your beautiful hair and make other girls jealous any time you want.”
Harry and Hermione, who was right beside him, heard her and looked at her with wide eyes in shock at what they just heard.
Minerva smiled smugly at her students faces, turned, and matched forward, leaving the two behind still standing stunned at what just happened.
“Did the professor just make a joke?” Harry asked, blinking owlishly at his professor's back.
“Sounded more like flirting to me,” Hermione replied.
Harry looked down at her. "Hermione, she is my grandmother's age,” he deadpanned.
"So what?” Hermione shrugged. “It’s hard not to fall for your roguish charm, Harry, no matter the age,” she added, smiling impishly and wiggling her eyebrows.
“Shut up!" Harry snorted, rolling his eyes.
Hermione opened her mouth to tease him further, but a loud shout brought their attention to the front.
“WHAT IS THAT IN THE SKY?”
They both turned around and looked where everyone was in the sky, and in the distance, they saw a small dot becoming bigger and bigger.
"Well, it looks like Beauxbatons are here,” Harry commented, narrowing his eyes and trying to figure out what the travel medium was for the French school.
“How did yo-“ Hermione began asking, then shook her head as she remembered that he already knew how Durmstrangs was coming in. “You know what? Never mind,” she finished muttering sourly as he still refused to tell her.
Harry smiled, and then his attention went back to the bird-looking thing, which was pulling something like a carriage in the sky that kept getting bigger.
Every student was curious to find out what it was as they craned their heads to look, and some were even throwing their guesses at what it was, like—it's a plane or a dragon.
Even in Harry’s mind, he thought it was Pegasus, a mythical creature he remembered reading in his childhood book in the Muggles's library.
But when the carriage was much closer, he realised that even though his guess was the most accurate, it was still wrong.
Because the magical creatures carrying the students of Beauxbaton were mighty, huge beasts that looked like horses; in fact, they were horses but with wings.
He was about to ask Hermione what they were, but he didn’t need to.
"Abraxans,” Hermione breathed in awe, seeing the fascinating magical creature.
Harry hummed and then stared as the huge horses landed, and with them came the carriage of the French school as well.
The carriage he noticed was not a normal-looking box; in fact, it was the size of a large house and grandiloquent-looking.
Which shouldn’t be a surprise since the French were known to be very proud and had a tendency to show off.
Once the carriage touched the ground, the big door opened, and a boy stepped out of the big house, stumbled as he looked for something underneath, and then pulled out a set of golden stairs.
And after that, with his own eyes, Harry saw the biggest woman in his life come out of the carriage.
‘No shit, they needed horses and carriages that big'
The woman, in simple words, was huge, big, and wide, standing closer to Hagrid's height, but she was also donned in an expensive outfit from head to toe with pounds of jewellery on her.
A gasp left every student's mouth as they were astounded to see someone as big as their Care of the Magical Creature, Professor.
“She is definitely a half-giant,” Hermione murmured in shock and fascination.
“I don’t think she will like people calling her that, Mione," Harry whispered quietly, bending down to her ears.
Hermione's face turned red in embarrassment as she realised her mistake and looked around to see if someone had heard her. Harry smiled and reassured her that no one did.
Chuckling, they turned their heads and saw their headmaster welcome the Beauxbaton headmistress, whose name they found out was Madame Maxime.
“I hope you had a safe journey, Madame Maxime." Dumbledore greeted her, kissing her knuckles and looking up at her.
Harry was trying his best not to laugh at seeing his tall headmaster look like a child against the French headmistress.
And by the shaking of Hermione’s body, it seemed he wasn’t the only one.
“It was good, Dumbly-dorr," said Madame Maxime in her deep voice.
This time they both couldn’t hold their laughter after hearing their butchering of great Dumbledore names. Hermione barely held herself from falling down while silently laughing as she clutched Harry’s bicep.
“By the way, my pupils,” Madame Maxime flourished with her hand behind her.
Harry and Hermione suddenly realised they were a dozen girls and boys of Beauxbatons who had emerged from the carriages and were standing behind their headmistress.
“Why aren’t they wearing anything warm?” Hermione whispered, seeing the French school students shivering in their clothes.
Harry nodded, agreeing with her after noticing that all of them were in their school uniforms, which looked very ill-suited for the cold weather in Scotland.
But then again, Harry could understand their misunderstanding given the fact that they might not have expected it to be this cold here compared to their warmer country.
Hearing the gasps of awe and whispering around him, Harry turned and noticed the boys looking in a daze with their eyes misty, and the girls, for some reason, were looking jealously while they tried to distract the dazed boys.
“What’s going on?” Harry wondered aloud, seeing the weird reaction around him.
“The reason is right in front of you, Harry,” Hermione told him, nodding ahead of them to the group of Beauxbatons students.
“Huh?” Harry turned where she was pointing and saw the reason, or more precisely, the girl, who had the boys enchanted and the girls in envy. “Oh”
There, standing in between her fellow schoolmate with her head held high, was one of the most beautiful girls Harry has seen in his life. Other being his girlfriends.
She had long, glowing silverish hair that flowed down her shoulder like a waterfall; her face was like a work of art with its sharp features; and her eyes were a sapphire blue shade brighter than he had ever seen.
And her body was like a sultry succubus that could make any male fall on her feet, begging for her.
Her beauty was almost inhuman, standing apart from the normal being, and it dawned on Harry why that was after he felt the allure rolling off her.
“A Veela, huh?” Harry hummed, “or a half Veela to be precise,” he added, noticing the differences he remembered.
“How do you know that?” Hermione asked curiously.
The Veela noticed his gaze, and she stared at him from up and down and then cocked her eyebrow at him mockingly.
Harry smirked at her and turned his attention to his bushy-haired girlfriend. “Did I tell you about my time in the Veela Conclave this summer?” he asked.
"No,” Hermione said, shaking her head.
Harry chuckled and leaned closer to her. "Well then, listen, here is how I know...” he began telling while the Beauxbatons students were ushered in by their headmistress to head to Great Hall.
And while he was busy telling the story behind his adventure, Harry missed the way the gorgeous Veela stared back at him with shock and a curious expression on her face.
She had never met a male who ignored her like Harry just did.
Harry, after finishing his tale, pulled back and smiled at the gobsmacked face of Hermione.
“Only with you can something like this happen, Harry,” she sighed, shaking her head at the image of Harry getting surrounded by dozens of Veela of every age.
Harry shrugged humbly, although the smirk on his face betrayed it, and then his ears perked after hearing something from his housemates ahead of him.
“How big d’you think Durmstrang’s horses are going to be?” Seamus Finnigan asked his fellow Gryffindors.
“They are not coming on horses,” Harry answered, leaning forward.
“How do you know that, Harry?” Seamus asked in his thick Irish accent.
“No need to ask him because he won’t tell you." Hermione replied before he could while giving him stinky eyes.
"Oh, come on, Hermione." Harry slung his hand and pulled her closer. “They are almost here; you are now going to see it with your own eyes, so stop pouting,” he said, teasingly pinching her pouty lips and making her blush.
“In fact,” he said, hearing something from the lake and smirking, “they are here.”
All the students turned to the lake, where weird sounds were coming from. All of them looked curiously as bubbles began forming on the surface of the lake, and it seemed as if there was some disturbance in the water.
Then suddenly, in front of the wide eyes of onlookers, a whirlpool formed right in between the lake, and a black pole beam emerged from it.
The pole turned wider and longer as more of it came out of the water, until finally a whole ship emerged from the lake and settled down on its surface.
The loud gasps of Oh’s and Ah’s could be heard from everyone, and Harry smirked at the shocked look on Hermione's face.
"Told you the suspense would be worth it, wasn’t it?” He nudged the witch at his side, who was still staring in fascination at the thought of travelling in a ship under the water.
Harry really hoped Maria was ready for the barrage of questions the poor girl was going to suffer from their bookworm girlfriend.
The thumping sound of footsteps brought his attention back to the climbing slope from the lake where the students of Durmstrang were coming from in a line.
Harry’s ignored anyone else, and his emerald green eyes looked out for the shiny black hair of his first girlfriend, and he quickly found her at the back of the line.
Even with the heavy robes they were wearing that were covering their whole bodies, unlike their French counterpart, Harry's eyes still found her easily. Like a moth to the flame.
And it seemed that Maria was also seeking him when both of their eyes met at the same time.
A wide smile spread on both of their faces, and it was through sheer willpower—and with the desire to not disappoint Professor McGonagall—that Harry didn’t sprint at her.
But the same couldn’t be said for Maria, who left her schoolmate, sprinted at him, and jumped into his open arms.
As soon as she was in Harry’s arms, she pulled him by the scruff of his collar and kissed him deeply in front of everyone.
Which included Hogwarts students, professors, and Durmstrang students.
And if it were even possible, Harry became even more envied, and now not only the boys of his school were jealous of him; the one from Durmstrang who had their eyes on Maria was now jealous of him too.
Although one of the boys among them was different, it was Viktor Krum who was trying not to look at the girl—whom he considered his sister—sucking some other boys face.
After two months, finally feeling her lips on his again, Harry sighed happily, and cupping her cheek, he went to deepen the kiss…
But unfortunately, there was someone who didn’t like this open showing of love by the two students.
“Maria! What are you doing?” Shouted an angry, gruff voice.
Harry, annoyed at getting interrupted, broke the kiss and glared at the man who dared to stop him kissing his girl.
And it was Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang School.
Harry already didn’t like that man after knowing how much he had been a problem for Maria in her school just because she was a girl and a half-blood like him. And he hated that man for being a death eater as well.
But now, after first seeing his ugly face and hearing him interrupt his reunion with his girl, he was ready to give the man a harsh rebuke, no matter his position.
Though he didn’t need to, as his girlfriend was not shy enough to back away from her headmaster.
“I am kissing my boyfriend, headmaster; can’t you see?” Maria sweetly replied, with a wide smile and with her still in Harry’s arms.
“I know that,” Karkaroff hissed, trying his best to control his mouth. “But this is not a plac-“
“Come now, Igor; there’s nothing wrong with showing a little love after reuniting at such a young age." Dumbledore cut off the angry death eater. “Why don’t we go inside? It’s getting colder out here, and Madame Maxime and her students are waiting for us.”
Karkaroff bit his tongue and nodded. “Последвай ни” (follow us), he said to his students, and they marched inside Hogwarts with Dumbledore.
“Save me a seat, will you?” Maria asked, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
Harry nodded. “Of course,” he winked, grinning widely.
Maria then finally left his arms with a sigh and joined her friends at the back of the line.
“We should go inside as well, Harry; everyone is gone." Hermione told him and then smirked before she added, “You can snog Maria later.”
“Teasing Minx," Harry grumbled, smacking her arse and making her moan. “Don’t act like you don’t want Maria to kiss your lips too,” he said as they began following the masses inside.
He then leaned in closer to her ear. “And I am not talking about the lips on your face only,” he whispered in her ears.
“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, her face bright red.
They both soon found themselves in the great hall, which looked the most packed they had ever seen.
Harry also noticed that all four house benches were expanded, and given the extra number of students from the foreign school, it made sense.
With Hermione, he quickly made his way to their house tables and sat down with their housemates, and Harry purposefully left some spaces beside them for Maria.
The Beauxbatons students looked like they had decided to sit with the Ravenclaws, and the Durmstrang were with Slytherin.
But he noticed that Maria wasn’t with them.
He then looked around the hall to see where she was and found her with Karkaroff, who seemed to be scolding her.
Harry would have gotten furious if not for the fact that Maria was completely ignoring her headmaster and was more busy with her nails.
He then watched amusedly as Maria turned, and after a nod of her head to her friends, she walked all the way around the room to the Gryffindor table.
Leaving a stuttering and red-faced Karkaroff behind, who finally realised that now at Hogwarts he had no control over Maria anymore.
Harry schooled his face as Maria arrived at their table and leaned down.
“Can I sit here, Harry?” She asked innocently, holding a smile back.
"Hmm, I don’t know,” Harry played back with a thinking pose. “What do I get in return?”
Maria's eyes darkened as she leaned in. “Don’t worry, you will get your reward later,” she whispered huskily, biting his earlobe.
“Will you two stop it before you both start shagging right here?” Hermione said, dryly.
“Hermione!” Maria exclaimed and hugged her bushy-haired friend. “I have missed you,” she said, sitting down in between Harry and Hermione.
“I have missed you as well.” Hermione smiled back widely, returning the hug.
“What about me?” Harry asked in mock pain.
Maria turned to him and then shrugged. “I guess I missed you too,” she said without any enthusiasm.
Seeing him pout, Hermione giggled, and Maria joined her.
“Evil witches both of them,” Harry huffed and crossed his arm petulantly. Which resulted in making them laugh harder at him.
“Can I have everyone's attention, please?" Dumbledore yelled, standing up from the teacher’s table.
Harry, Hermione, and Maria, with every student in the hall, stopped talking among them and gave their attention to the Hogwarts headmaster.
“Thank you,” Dumbledore smiled. "First of all, I want to wish you a good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and most importantly, our dear guests,” he said, beaming at the foreign students.
“I have great pleasure in welcoming each of you to our home, Hogwarts,” he continued while spreading his arms wide. “I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. And by the time you go, you leave us with many new friends.”
Harry and Maria smiled at each other. They were already more than just friends.
“The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast,” Dumbledore told them. “With that done, I now invite all of you to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!”
With that done, he said down, and the plates in front of the students were filled with food, as it always does.
Harry's mouth watered as she smelled the delicious aroma and saw the greater variety of dishes in front of him. Which seemed to have many of the foreign cuisines as well; some of them he recognised easily from his summer in Bulgaria.
The house elves in the kitchen definitely went out of their way today to impress their guests.
“Do you always get to eat so much every day?" Maria pointed at the vast variety of dishes while she filled her plate.
Hermione shook her head, and after swallowing, she answered, “Believe me, kitchen elves are brilliant and always treat us with new dishes, but today we are getting lucky with all this because of you.”
"Well, then don’t worry; there's no need to say thank you to me,” Maria said, waving her hand and playfully acting arrogant.
“Who said we were going to thank you?” Harry scoffed playfully, enjoying the piece of steak.
Hermione snickered, and Maria mock-glared at him, but her twitching lips betrayed her.
Right between their moments, a voice behind them said, “Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?”
Harry turned around and saw it was the same gorgeous girl from Beauxbatons he noticed earlier outside.
Up close, her beauty was even more evident in her silvery blonde hair and blue eyes, which made Harry more sure of his prediction of her being a Veela.
Harry asked Hermione and Maria silently and got a shake of their heads.
"No, you can have it,” Harry said, handing her the dish.
“Are you zure?” The French girl asked, her voice like a melody, “You don’t want to eat it?”
“To be honest with you, I like the dish, but right now I am not in the mood to eat fish.” Harry smiled at her.
The girl giggled, and then, grabbing the dish with her left hand, she outstretched her right hand. “My name iz Fleur Delacour, by zhe way,” she introduced herself.
Harry grabbed her hand softly and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “And I am Harry Potter,” he replied with a charming smile.
Fleur’s eyes widened a little when she heard his name, but she didn’t say anything about it, which made her earn Harry’s gratitude.
“Merci for the dish, Monsieur Potter." Fleur smiled, which made her glow more. “I will leave you wizh your girlfriendz now, but I hope we get to meet many times zhis year.”
“I hope so too.” Harry nodded, returning her smile.
Fleur then left, turning the eyes of every male at her back while she walked by, except Harry's, who turned back to his girlfriends, who were looking at him with a smirk on their faces.
“What?” He asked while picking up his knife and fork again.
“Spreading your charm already, Harry?” Hermione teased him.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Shut up. I was just helping our guest like we should,” he said, pointing his knife at her.
Hermione snorted, "Yep, helping her by kissing her hand and charmingly smilling at her, making her swoon for you.” She then did the act of fainting, which was what broke the dam for Maria, who burst out laughing.
Harry tried to act angry, but he joined in, chuckling and shaking his head. Maybe he was laying his charm on the stunning Fleur Delacour, but can you blame him?
Maria composed herself and then asked Hermione, “I just remembered from Harry’s irresistible charm: who are the girls that have fallen for our hot, sexy boyfriend here?”
Hermione's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Well, you would like to know that our lover here has already made three more girlfriends,” she told her while smirking at Harry.
"Oh, you have to tell me all about it,” Maria gushed.
“Don’t worry, I will tell you later." Hermione nodded, and then, leaning closer, whispered quietly so only Maria and Harry heard it: “In fact, I will ask Daphne for her memory of her night with Harry so you can see how he broke the ice Queen of Hogwarts."
“Can we please not talk about this while we are eating?” Harry pleaded with them.
Maria rubbed her thighs, as the mere thought of Harry dominating and fucking other girls caused them to become drenched.
Fortunately for Harry, both the girls showed mercy to him and dropped the talk, and they went back to eating once again. But from the corner of his eyes, he could still see both vixens whispering and giggling quietly.
After the desert was finished and the plates were cleaned, Dumbledore stood up again, garnering everyone's attention.
A sense of tension and excitement spread through the hall as everyone leaned forward in their seats to hear what the headmaster had to say.
Harry, too, excitedly smiled at Hermione and Maria and got a smile in return.
“The moment that you have been waiting for the last two months has finally arrived." Dumbledore smiled at the sea of faces. “The Triwizard Tournament is about to start, and I would like to say a few words before we bring in the casket.”
“But first, let me introduce, for those who do know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch and Mr. Ludo Bagman.” He introduced the two men beside him that Harry had just noticed.
The students clapped for the two personals, but there was much louder applause for Bagman than for Crouch. Which could be because of his fame as a former Beater, but Harry wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of students not liking the hard face of Crouch, whose tooth moustache made him look like Hitler.
And truthfully speaking, Harry hated that man. Because Crouch was the one who sentenced Sirius to jail without even a trial.
And Harry can never forget him for that.
“Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch are the two people who have worked for this tournament,” Dumbledore continued once the applause died down, “and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime as the judges of this tournament.”
“Now the time has come." Dumbledore smiled and said, “If you could bring the casket, please, Mr. Filch.”
On his order, Filch brought a wooden chest that was encrusted with jewels.
“The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined, and we have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge." Dumbledore explained as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him.
“There will be three tasks spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways—their magical prowess—their daring—their power of deduction—and, of course, their ability to cope with danger.”
With his last word, silence filled the hall as the danger of the tasks seemed to finally soak into the students.
“As you already know, three champions will compete in the tournament,” Dumbledore continued, “one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they do in each of the first three tasks. And getting the highest score will be important if you want to have the best chance of winning the third task and ultimately the Triwizard Cup. “
At the mention of the cup, every student buzzed in excitement and dreamed of earning that fame and glory.
“The champion will be chosen by an imperial selector: The Goblet of Fire.” Dumbledore said, and then, with his wand, he tapped the top of the casket three times.
The casket simmered down like a piece of cloth, leaving behind a large, roughly hewn wooden cup that was filled to the brim with dancing blue and white flames.
Dumbledore picked up the goblet and put it over the big stool in front of him, making it easier for everyone to see in the hall.
“Anybody wishing to submit themselves as the champoin must write their name and school clearly on a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet.” Dumbledore told them while circling around the goblet.
“You have 24 hours to put your name in the goblet because tomorrow night, on Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three champions it has deemed worthy to represent their school.”
“No underage students are allowed in this tournament." Dumbledore dropped the bomb, which enraged many students that were under the age of 17, but Harry could see the need for that decision given the deadly past of this tournament.
Making his voice louder, Dumbledore continued over the uproar. “To ensure this, I will be drawing an age line around the goblet of fire so that nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross the line,” and with that, Dumbledore washed the plans of any underage rebellious students.
"Finally, I wish to impress upon any student willing to compete that this tournament is not to be taken lightly.” Dumbledore's whole demeanour became grave, proving how serious what he was saying was.
“It’s a tournament that is filled with dangerous tasks that will push you to your limit and even beyond it. The best and finest of skills and power will be required to pass this task; otherwise, there is a serious risk of you losing your life." His old, hard eyes swept the faces of the eagerly listening students.
"And given the history of this tournament, I don’t think I need to say anything to express to you how dangerous this tournament is, and you should only enter if you are 100 percent sure of yourself.”
Dumbledore's face then lit up as his lips turned from a hard line to a wide smile instantly. “Now I think that is it for today. I am sure our guests are tired from their journey, so it’s time for bed. Good night to you all,” he wished joyfully.
The students of all three schools started leaving the hall, which created traffic at the hall door, and Harry decided to wait for it to clear.
“So what is your plan for tonight, Maria?” Harry teasingly asked his Bulgarian girlfriend.
Maria smirked. “You know exactly what my plan for the night is, Harry,” she purred, rubbing his cock through the pant that was beginning to harden with her touch. “It’s been two months since I had this cock in me, and I need it, and I will have it tonight,” she moaned in his ears.
Harry shivered and chuckled huskily. “I guess we will be having a long night then.”
"Yes, we will." Maria kissed him and pulled back, biting his lip.
Harry then stood and turned around as he waited for his erected cock to calm down. After all, he couldn’t just walk in a crowd with his pants tented in front of others.
And Maria took this opportunity and turned to Hermione, who had been hearing their horny talking, given the red hue of her cheeks.
“And I want you to join us as well, Hermione,” Maria smirked, caressing the Gryffindor's lips.
“M-me?” Hermione stuttered, her cheeks turning beet red, and the Bulgarian nodded. "Why?" She asked while trying not to suck the thumb on her lips.
“Because I have plans for you for tonight,” Maria whispered breathlessly, staring into her eyes. “So if you want to join me and Harry, then follow us, and if you don't, then it’s your choice,” she told her, and she stood up with one last brush of her lips on her.
Hermione, breathing heavily, watched as Maria wrapped her arms around Harry, and they both made their way out the hall to the room she knew exactly where.
Both of their hands were already roaming around their bodies, touching each other hungrily, as Hermione noticed Harry grabbing Maria ass.
She whimpered and rubbed her thighs, her core aching, and she thought about what Maria just told her.
Should she go with them to enjoy the night in bed with them, or should she spend her night turning in her own bed and thinking about what they would be doing?
Oh, who was she kidding? Of course she was going to join them; her wet pussy was screaming at her to.
And with her mind made, Hermione looked around the now almost empty hall and quickly dashed towards the room her hot boyfriend and girlfriend went to.
And the whole way her thigh was getting wetter by her juices as the images of what the night has in store for her filled her mind.
There was also one other thought.
When did I become so naughty?
Comments
J T
Great chapter! Your fics really take the stress away from a difficult day. Thanks for the upload!
Romavictrix
Lol love this story. Maria ignoring decorum and running into Harry's arms the second she saw him .
Lakadit17
Oh don’t worry he has enough time for that. And he is too ambitious in this to not enter his name.
I am lord dems
Actually I was of the mindset that he didn't want to cause it would take time out of his "extracurriculars" 😉😉
Lakadit17
I think you have forgotten that Harry is 18 in this fic, so he will enter his name with his own choice.
I am lord dems
Can't wait for Harry's alibi for why there was no way he could've entered his name
