Hermione's heart was beating faster than a seeker in anticipation, and her breathing was getting heavier as she climbed the stairs to the seventh floor as quickly as she could.
Harry and Maria had already dashed to the Room of Requirement to finally reunite properly after two months. And Hermione was now on her way after Maria had invited her to be there.
Hermione wasn't sure at first why she was invited when this was a moment for both of them alone, but after seeing the mischievous lust in the eyes of Maria when she offered, she knew that the Bulgarian for sure had something in store for her.
And as she made her way to the room where the two horny couples were, Hermione's mind was filling with thoughts of what Maria had planned for her, and each of those thoughts was filthier than the other.
The wetness between her thighs she felt with every step was proof of how aroused Hermione already was.
Finally reaching the seventh floor, she saw the door of the Room of Requirements already there, ready for her to enter and experience the night of debauchery she knew was awaiting her.
And the shaking of her hands and how fast she opened the door showed how eager she was.
Closing the door behind her, Hermione looked around the cosy, big room with the fireplace that the room had conjured. Her eyes then landed on the bed, and her breath hitched, and she gasped when she saw Harry and Maria devouring each other's faces.
Harry was sitting on the bed against the headboard, and Maria was in his lap, straddling him with their hands, tracing each other's bare bodies. Both the randy teens had already shredded their clothes, and the hard cock of Harry trapped between his abs and Maria's cunt was the proof of how much both had been waiting for this.
Hermione's eyes drifted to the massive shaft that was getting wet by the puffy lips of Maria, who was grinding her pussy on it. A whimper left the mouth of the bushy-haired girl, and that finally broke the hungry, lusty couple.
Maria pulled back her swollen lips with a strand of saliva still connecting with Harry's, and both looked at the whimpering Hermione, who was rubbing her thighs while she stood at the door.
"Hermione, why are you still standing there?" Maria asked coyly, "Come, I have a special chair just for you," she said, pointing to the chair beside the bed with a smirk.
Hermione looked at the chair that was just beside the bed, and knowing that Maria put it there intentionally, she began to realise what she wanted.
With quick steps, she reached the chair, hiding her blushing face, and dropped down on it.
The big cushy chair she found was facing the bed so that she could see everything that was going on there.
"Good girl," Maria purred, and Hermione blushed, shivering in arousal.
"Now, HermioAHH," Maria gasped mid-sentence, and Hermione saw the reason as Harry kissed his way down the neck of the black-haired girl in his arms.
Maria could feel herself losing herself in the pleasure as Harry masterfully kissed every weak spot. But for the plan she had, she forced herself to look back at Hermione.
"Now, Hermione, you're going to sit in that chair, and Ohh Harry..." she moaned when he took her nipples in his mouth and sucked them hungrily. "And you are going to watch... Fuck... Harry, fuck me all night," she groaned out between the moans she left out.
She grabbed Harry's hair and thrust her perky tits in his face, and Harry took one in his big hand, kneaded it, and sucked on the other.
Hermione, who almost didn't hear her as she was busy biting her lips watching Harry devour Maria's big boobs, finally realised what the Durmstrang girl said.
"What!?!" Hermione exclaimed with wide eyes, "But why?" She whined like a child.
"Because…" Maria moaned, grinding her wet pussy lips on the bulbous head of Harry's cock, while she smirked at Hermione. "It's not fair that you get to fuck Harry for two monthssss" she hissed as Harry bit her nipple, making her feel pleasure and pain.
"And now it's my turn," she huskily told the shocked girl. "All you are going to do is sit there and watch me take Harry's massive cock," she added teasingly with a smirk.
Maria then turned her attention to Harry, who was busy bathing her nipples in his spit as he worshipped her tits. Giggling, she pulled his head up and claimed his lips again, moaning into his mouth as her hungry pussy was screaming at her to take his massive shaft.
Pulling back, she slyly smiled at the dazed look on his face and pushed him flat on his back on the bed. She then maintained eye contact with those dark, lusty eyes of his while trailing kisses down his body.
First, she licked down his chest and then kissed each of his perfect, hard abs, which she loved so much. And she showed it by moaning while biting and leaving her marks.
Hearing him gasp, she looked up and smirked, seeing him pull up on his elbows to see her worship his body.
Maria then, at last, approached the area of his body where he was anticipating her, and she laughed heartily when his rock-hard cock twitched before her eyes.
Wrapping her hands around the thick length, she purred, kissed, and licked it from base to top.
"Fuck, Harry, I have missed this beautiful cock of yours," Maria moaned, taking a masculine sniff of his manhood.
"It missed you as well." Harry chuckled and raised his eyebrows. "Why don't you properly greet it?" He said, humping his hip to her to get his cock in her mouth.
Maria giggled at his attempts, and leaving his cock, she climbed up to straddle his hips.
Grabbing his cock again, she placed it on her drenched lips. "As much as I want you to fuck my mouth and cum straight down my throat," she whispered, huskily smirking and staring into his eyes. "It's been two months since I was full with your cock, and my aching cunt needs to be filled," she moaned and then dropped down on his cock, taking it to a hilt.
"Oh…Fuckkk!!"
Both lovers moaned loudly as their hips touched, and both took a moment to savour the feeling they had been missing for the last two months.
Harry shut his eyes, biting his cheeks, as the familiar tightness of Maria he missed so much engulfed his cock again. Her walls were so warm and dense, and when he touched the back of her pussy, he stayed there, enjoying the way her tunnel clenched his cock.
For Maria, whose eyes were wide and her mouth was open with a loud moan, it felt like coming home when she took Harry's thick shaft in her pussy. She had missed the burn of his girth stretching her walls so much, and experiencing it again made her whole body flush with ecstasy.
Moving her hips, she gasped when she felt the heat of his cock bump her womb and rub the deepest part of her depth.
"Fuck… Harry… ahh… I forgot… how…biggg….you are…" Maria moaned, gyrating her hips and squeezing her muscles on the massive shaft buried inside her.
"Merlin, I have missed... this tight cunt of yours as well." Harry groaned with a thrust that bounced Maria on his cock.
"Ohhh," Maria's eyes widened, and she gasped at the sudden thrust.
Placing her hand on his chest, she smirked and then pulled off his cock until the tip remained. "I am going to have all my fill that I have missed," she purred, and then dropped down, taking him back into her depths.
Harry grunted, and then, with his hands grabbing her bubbly butt, he plunged into her at the same time she dropped down.
"Don't worry, my love," Harry growled, spanking her ass. "It will be a long time before we are separated again, so you have a load of time getting filled by my cock anytime and anywhere you want," he promised her, thrusting and spanking her ass red.
Maria screamed in joy at the pain and pleasure she felt from his plunging shaft and his big hand smacking her ass.
She panted with an open mouth and smiled deliriously while bouncing on his thick length, quivering every time he bottomed inside her and bumped her cervix.
This was what she had been patiently waiting for the last two months. Every day she had to spend thinking about Harry without him being with her, and at night she had to pleasure herself with her own hands to fill the void that only Harry's cock can fill.
But no toys or her own hands could be as good. Harry himself was the only one who could bring her to the height of ecstasy like he was doing right now.
The feel of a finger at her rosebud jolted her out of her stupor. Looking down, she saw Harry smirking at her, and as soon as she realised what he was going to do, Maria's eyes bulged out, and her body shook in orgasm when Harry pushed his thick finger inside her ass.
"FUCKK CUMMIINNGGG"
If not for the magical room, everyone in the castle would have heard the thunderous scream, but Maria didn't care; she was too busy shaking in pleasure as her pussy clamped Harry's cock and gushed all over it.
Harry grabbed the spasming witch's waist, keeping her on his shaft, as she was trembling so hard he feared she would blast off him.
As soon as he observed that her spasm was subsiding, he grabbed her ass and began thrusting his cock hard into her gushing pussy, seizing complete control from the unfortunate witch, who was still undergoing a mini-orgasm, while his cock reformed her pussy to his dimensions.
Whining and moaning in pleasure, as her still oversensitive cunt was getting railed by his thrusting shaft, Maria had almost forgotten the third person in the room.
As Harry continued to plough her pussy, emitting a moist squelch sound each time her hips touched his pelvis, drenched in her juices, she turned her head to see their bushy-haired girlfriend seated in the chair as she had been instructed.
Maria's sweaty, flushed face smirked seeing the heavy-breathing witch, whose eyes were darkened in lust as she watched her get fucked.
She could see how much it was affecting the poor girl and how much she was enjoying it by the hard mile she could see poking the Hogwarts white shirt.
Drifting down her eyes Maria bit her lips to not moan out loud, seeing that the naughty witch had her skirt up to her waist and that she was rubbing the wet spot on her knickers.
"Fuck," a moan left her mouth, not only by the hard thrust of Harry's cock in her depth and his finger in her ass but also by the erotic view of Hermione rubbing herself while watching them fuck.
Her moan finally caught the attention of the bookworm, who looked up and blushed when she saw Maria watching her while riding Harry.
Hermione flushed in embarrassment at getting caught, but she still couldn't take her eyes off the way Harry's majestic cock speared into Maria's cunt. She looked at how wide her lips were by his girth, and she imagined it inside of her and how much it filled her the way it was filling Maria right now.
Maria, seeing the wanton lust on the face of Hermione and her horny stare, opened her mouth in a scream, and her pussy clenched in another explosive orgasm.
"I'M FUCKING CUMMING AGAINNN!"
Her back arched almost off the bed if not for Harry's hand, and she squirted so hard all over Harry that it almost reached his face.
Harry maintained the trembling girl on his cock with a smug grin on his face as he observed her tremble and twitch in delight at the pleasure he gave her.
So big was her climax that Maria had blacked out for a second, and when she came around again, she opened her eyes and found herself face-first on the bed.
Harry had turned their position while she was unconscious after her recent orgasm, and now her chest was on the bed, and her nipples rubbed on the sheet every time Harry, who was fucking from behind, plunged inside her depth.
Her voice, which had turned hoarse from screaming, moaned as Harry drilled his shaft inside her in the new prone-bone position.
His cock felt even bigger in this position and rubbed all the right shit deep inside her that no one but Harry could reach. And Maria could already feel herself getting closer to another explosion.
Hearing a wet squelching sound and quiet moaning, Maria looked up with her half-closed eyes and saw Hermione, who was now openly fingering her drenched pussy.
Her other hand was pinching her nipples as she had discarded her shirt, and all of her naked glory was in front of Maria to see.
Their eyes connected, and Maria smirked while she looked at her girlfriend, who was watching her get fucked into the bed by Harry. She decided to tease the innocent witch.
"You like…what you…see… Hermione?" Maria asked breathlessly. "Do you…like…Ohh…seeing me…get…Ahh…Fuck by Harry?" She moaned between the thunderous thrust of Harry's shaft in her fluttering walls, splitting her in half.
Despite her blushing, Hermione nodded. "I-I do," she moaned from the back of her throat as she plunged two of her fingers into her flooding pussy with every thrust of Harry.
"Are you…yes…going to…fuck…cum Hermione?" She asked while her hands fisted the sheet underneath her as Harry rocked her body.
"Yes, I am!" Hermione nodded and whimpered shamelessly, pulling her nipples.
"Then cum…yes yesss…with us!" Maria moaned; she could feel Harry was closer to his release by the grunt he was letting out and how hard he was thrusting his cock.
"Cum...on your finger... while…oh yess…Harry make me cum…and…fuckkk… fill my womb with his seed!!" She whorishly moaned while she tried her best to see Hermione and not lose herself to the overwhelming pleasure of Harry battering her cunt.
"Yes, Hermione... cum like the good girl you are." Harry growled, his eyes boring into Hermione's brown eyes.
Hermione, who was getting closer to her release, finally lost it after seeing Harry fuck Maria like his bitch. "Ohh Fuckkk!!" She yelled and soaked her fingers and the chair with her juices.
Watching her explode triggered Maria's orgasm as well. She screamed into the sheet, and her eyes rolled back in her head while she sprayed all over the sheets.
Harry, feeling her clamping walls and milking his cock, finally stopped holding, and with one last thrust and roar, he blasted his cum in her womb.
All three lovers enjoyed their long orgasm as Hermione's pussy kept sprouting out small spurts of her juices while she rubbed her clit, and Maria's pussy milked every drop of Harry's semen from his balls.
After a while, when Hermione finally got her breathing back, she pulled her head from where she was staring at the ceiling, and the sight she saw ignited the fire in her spent cunt again.
On the bed, sitting against the headboard, was a well-fucked Maria, who had her feet stretched, and she was collecting Harry's dripping cum from her overflowing pussy and tasting it.
"Merlin, Harry, I forgot how tasty your cum is." Maria groaned, and Harry chuckled, who was standing at the fireplace of the room, drinking water.
Maria then saw the hungry eyes of Hermione, and while smirking, she took her fingers in her mouth again and moaned, staring directly at her.
"Do you want to taste it, Hermione?" She asked teasingly.
Hermione nodded eagerly with her eyes on the cum flowing out of the black-haired girl's cunt.
"Then why don't you come here and taste it?" Maria challenged with a sly smile, lifting her knees and spreading her legs wider.
Hermione, who was too gone in lust, quickly discarded her uniform and crawled on the bed and in between the athletic legs of the Bulgarian chaser.
She then lay down on her stomach and dove into Maria's pussy, sucking her lips and moaning while tasting Harry's cum.
Maria, who was not expecting Hermione to be so eager, was shocked, but her shock turned to pleasure as Hermione slurped her sore pussy.
She then looked behind the bushy hair and smiled when she saw Harry standing behind Hermione's thick ass, stroking his cock, which was already hard again.
Maria and Harry exchanged words with their eyes, and she excitedly nodded, biting her lips, realising what Harry was about to do.
Hermione, who was eating out her lover's pussy, was surprised when she felt a large hand grab her ass. "FUCKKKKK!!!" she screamed when the massive cock of Harry filled her cunt in one deep thrust.
Maria grabbed Hermione's head and pushed her screaming mouth back to her pussy. "You keep cleaning my pussy, Hermione, while Harry fucks you and fills your womb with his seed as well," she taunted and moaned when Hermione screamed in her pussy after a hard thrust to her womb by Harry's cock.
"And you will do exactly what Maria said, Mione," Harry glowered in her ear while spanking her meaty ass. "Because you are a good girl, and good girls do what they are told, don't they?" He asked, making her ass ripple with every thrust.
Hermione knew she was fucked. The way Maria was enjoying dominating her and how hard Harry was fucking, she knew she would be waking up bow-legged tomorrow.
But she couldn't care because this was exactly what she wanted and loved. She loved when Maria and Harry treated her like their plaything.
And she would take whatever they would give her because she was their good girl.
So with a nod, she put her focus on eating Maria's pussy and cleaning her leaking cunt as much as she could between the rough pounding Harry was giving to her poor pussy.
It was going to be a long night, but she was ready for it.
-
The next morning, a limping Hermione entered the great hall with a smugly smiling Harry.
Their friends were sitting at the Hufflepuff table today, and they saw Maria with her friends at the Slytherin table.
Harry waved to Maria, who was absolutely glowing after last night. Seeing him, she waved back and, with her friends, made her way to the table Harry's friends were at.
Hermione gingerly sat on the table beside the amusing-looking Daphne.
"Someone looked like they had a rough night," the blonde said playfully, seeing her friend wince. She could tell exactly what her friend was doing last night, not only by the way she was limping but also by the hickeys on her neck.
And there was also the fact that Harry was grinning like he had just won the lottery.
Before Hermione could open her mouth to answer, Maria dropped down beside her.
"Oh, she did trust me," Maria said with a smirk after giving Harry a good morning kiss.
Unfortunately, because of her Headmaster, Maria had to leave the bed early before Harry and Hermione woke up, which was why she came down to breakfast with her friend.
Hermione glared at the Durmstrang girl while Harry snorted and tried his best not to smile smugly.
Maria, ignoring the brown-haired girl, turned to the 'friends' of Harry she had been waiting to meet.
"I'm Maria, by the way," she introduced herself to them.
Daphne smiled and introduced herself. "And I'm Daphne, and this is Susan and Padma," she said, pointing at Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, who waved at the foreign girl.
"It's nice to meet all three of you," Maria grinned at the three. She was amazed to see how beautiful the three witches were, and she could see why Harry fell for them.
The same was true for the other three girls, who were stunned to see how gorgeous Harry's first girlfriend was.
"It is amazing for us to meet you as well." Susan said, smiling, "Harry and Hermione have told us much about you."
"Only the good things, I hope," Maria asked, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.
"Yep, they have told us only the best things." Daphne nodded, smirking, "Especially about the things you three have done together—something I am sure that happened last night as well."
Hermione almost choked on her drink if not for Harry, who thumped her back while Maria and her friends laughed at the poor girl.
Susan and Padma just shook their heads at their Slytherin friend's antics.
"I like you," Maria said between her laughs to Daphne, who was smugly sipping her drink.
Maria then noticed her two friends that she had not introduced to them.
"Sorry, I forgot, but these are my best friends, Iva and Anastasiya, but, in short, we call her Ana," she told them while pointing first at Iva, who was a blonde-haired short girl, and then at Ana, who had auburn-coloured hair and was as tall as Maria.
"Itz a pleazur to meet you," Iva and Ana said together politely with a warm smile.
The girls greeted her back with a smile, and then Padma asked Maria, "Would you mind if I ask you something?"
"No, please do," Maria said while feeling her plate for breakfast. She was eager to taste the English dishes Harry had told her about in the summer.
"Why do your friends have an accent but you don't?" Padma asked curiously, with Daphne and Susan nodding their heads with her.
Maria smiled. "Well, because of Harry," she told them, pointing her fork at Harry.
The girls attention turned to Harry, who was busy filling his empty stomach after last night's activities that had left him hungry.
Seeing their attention on him and knowing they wouldn't leave him alone, Harry chewed his food and answered Padma's question.
"When I was in Bulgaria in the summer, I helped Maria improve her English while she helped me with my French," he told them, quickly going back to stuffing his mouth.
The girls bobbed their heads in understanding, and a silence fell as everyone enjoyed the first meal of the day.
After a few minutes, Harry broke the silence.
"Have you put your name in the goblet yet?" Harry asked Daphne, Susan and Padma.
"Not yet, Harry," Daphne said, shaking her head.
"We were waiting for you and Hermione," Susan replied.
"Who has entered? Do you know?" Harry asked, wiping his mouth after finishing his breakfast.
"Only the one who had just now," Padma said, and then listed the names "from which the most likely to be selected are Carrius Warrington from Slytherin, Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, Roger Davies from my house, and Angelina Johnson from yours."
Harry nodded while looking at the faces of the names Padma gave. She wasn't wrong; those four did have the most chances of getting selected. Which was impressive for Cedric and Angelina since both of them were still in sixth year.
He then turned to Maria and her friends and asked, "And what about Durmstrang's?"
Maria snorted and shook her head. "Only Viktor and no one else."
"And non elze are allowed to enter." Iva elaborated after seeing the confused faces of their Hogwarts friends.
"Why is that?" Hermione asked the question that was on each friend's mind.
This time it was Ana who answered, "Becauze our dear Headmazter has prohibited everyone elze but Krum from entering."
"So that the chance of Krum getting chosen as the champion is certain," Daphne sneered, realising what the ugly Headmaster of Durmstrang wanted.
"That's ridiculous!" Hermione exclaimed, with Susan and Padma agreeing with her.
"This is how it works in our school, Hermione," Maria shrugged.
"But that doesn't mean you have to follow it here as well," Harry said, firmly staring at Maria with his dark gaze.
"What do you mean, Harry?" Maria frowned.
"You are no longer at Durmstrang and are at Hogwarts; you can do whatever you want, no matter your Headmaster's opinion." Harry told her, "Fuck him and his agenda; who is he to stop you from entering your name?"
Maria turned to her friends, who looked back at her with the same confidence she felt after hearing Harry. Nodding their heads, the three friends decided that their Headmaster could go fuck himself because they were not going to do what he wanted.
"So are you fine coming with as well to enter the name?" Maria raised her eyebrow with a smirk.
"Why not?" Harry and his friends smiled eagerly.
Hermione pulled out a page of paper from her ever-present bag. She then, with a single spell, cut the page into eight small slips and distributed them to everyone.
After they had written their names, all of them stood and marched towards the goblet together.
At once, everyone in the hall's attention drifted towards them. Harry Potter was the name everyone had been speculating about, whether he would enter his name or not. And now they looked with interest as he walked towards the goblet with his expanded friend group.
Harry stepped back and signalled for his girls to go ahead first. Daphne, Hermione, Susan, and Padma stepped in the circle around the goblet confidently one by one and threw their slips in the goblets, which accepted them with a bright orange flame.
Harry then gestured for Iva and Ana to go, who kept their heads high and dropped their names. Seeing the two Durmstrang students enter their names, the students of that school began whispering between them.
Harry then smiled at Maria, who smiled back. Linking her hands with his, she stepped forward with him, and both threw their slips together.
Before she turned back, Maria smirked at her Headmaster, who was fuming, and his face became redder when Harry winked at him.
After seeing their three fellow schoolmates enter one by one, every student of Durmstrang stood up and entered their names as well.
If someone looked at Karkaroff at that moment, they could almost see smoke shooting out of his ears in anger at the insult he had just felt.
The most ironic thing was that his dear student Viktor Krum, for whom he had planned all this, was smiling behind his hands.
Once they were outside the great hall, Maria and her friends burst out laughing.
"That was... amazing," Maria said between her laughs while she leaned on Harry.
"I want to always remember that faze of Karkaroff," Iva said breathlessly.
After the good laugh, once they composed themselves, Maria turned to Harry and his girls and asked, "We have a whole day free; what should we do now?"
"We could go read some new books in the library that might help us in the tournament," Hermione said excitedly.
Although what she got in return was complete silence, she looked around and saw everyone's faces blank as they stared at her with deadpan stares.
"Hermione, I love books as much as the next person, but I don't want to read every second of my day," Padma said dryly.
Hermione blushed at seeing all of them agree with Padma by nodding their heads. "Then I don't know what we're supposed to do." She huffed, crossing her arms.
Daphne's eyes lit up as an idea came to her head. "How about we give you three a tour of our school?" she said with a smile.
"That's an amazing idea!" Susan exclaimed.
"It really is," Maria grinned, looking at her friends, who looked as excited as she was about touring the historic school.
"You are in luck then," Harry smirked. "Because you have the best guide of Hogwarts's you could find," he said proudly, puffing his chest out.
The girls all giggled and then followed Harry's lead as he took them on the tour.
And in the next couple of hours, Harry proved that he really was the best person as he took them to every corner of the school.
It was not until the evening that the tour of the massive school was finished.
-
It was the night of Halloween, and the time for champion selection was finally here.
The whole Great Hall was filled with students, professors, judges, and even the reporters who were there to cover the selection of Triwizard champions.
Both of the foreign school students were sitting together on the house table they were assigned, which was why Maria was at the Slytherin table and not with Harry.
At least she had Daphne with her, who, with her friend Tracey and sister Astoria, was giving good company to Maria and her friends.
A lull of silence filled the hall as Dumbledore approached the goblet, its flame brighter and higher than ever.
"The goblet is ready to make its decision." Dumbledore said, and his voice boomed in the silent hall.
"But before that, I want to inform all of you that when the champion's name is called, I will ask them to come up to the top of the hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber"—he pointed to the door behind the staff table—"where they will be receiving their first instructions."
He then took out his wand, and with a sweep of his wand, he took out most of the candles, plunging the hall into a state of semidarkness.
Every student could feel the excitement and anticipation rising in them as they leaned forward on their seats to hear the name of the champions.
The flame inside the goblet suddenly turned bright red. Spark began to fly from it, and in the next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air. A charred piece of paper fluttered out of it, and the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and read the name of the first champion.
"The champion of Durmstrang," Dumbledore said in a strong, loud voice, "is Viktor Krum."
A loud applause broke out from the Slytherin table, where Durmstrang's students clapped and cheered for their chosen champion.
Harry too smiled and clapped for the man, who was like a brother to Maria, who was cheering the loudest for Viktor.
Viktor did as Dumbledore told him, and following along the staff table, he entered the door behind it.
After that, the room fell into silence again, and the anticipation of the second champion began.
They didn't have to wait long, as the goblet threw in the second piece of parchment. Just by looking at the decorative slip, it was obvious that it was Beauxbaton's champion.
"The champion of Beauxbaton will be Fleur Delacour," Dumbledore said loudly.
This time the applause was not as strong as before from the Ravenclaw table where students of the French school were sitting. In fact, Harry noticed some of the girls were even crying, which was a little bit of an overreaction in his opinion.
But none of that affected the beautiful Veela, who stood up with her head held high and marched towards the door at the back of the room.
Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise when he saw her give a small smile at him over her shoulder.
"The girls now have more reason to be jealous of her." Harry muttered quietly, and Hermione, who was sitting right beside him, snorted, agreeing with him.
For the last time, silence was all over the room as it was time for the name of the last and most anticipated champion.
The goblet flame turned red one final time. Out came a piece of parchment again.
Dumbledore caught it, and after reading it, he tried to keep the smile off his face.
"The champion of Hogwarts will be"—he paused purposefully, making everyone wait—"Harry Potter."
This time, the applause was thunderous and rocked the whole hall as most of the students and the professor cheered for the boy, who had now become the youngest champion.
Harry smiled in satisfaction, and after a kiss on Hermione's cheek, he stood up and straightened his robes.
Then, among the claiming and cheering, he smiled at Daphne, Susan, and Padma, who were all looking proudly at him.
He then walked to Dumbledore and shook his hand.
"Congratulations, Harry. I knew it would be you," the Headmaster of Hogwarts said with a wide smile.
"Me too." Harry smiled playfully.
After he walked along the staff table, smiling at the professors who were cheering at him, he smirked at Snape and Karkaroff, who were scowling at him.
Once he was inside the chamber and the noise from the hall dimmed, Harry's face became serious.
It was time for him to prove to the whole world that he deserved his fame, not for what happened when he was a child but for what he was about to accomplish.
If you asked others for their opinion, they would tell you Fleur Delacour was everything a French citizen should be: well-mannered, proud, polite, a little arrogant, and especially beautiful.
And Fleur herself accepted that she was all of that.
But she personally believed she deserved to be proud and a little arrogant after what she had achieved in her school career.
She was the top student at her school, and her academic marks broke many past records at Beauxbaton.
Not only was she the duelling champion of her school, but she also ranked among the top three in all of Europe under the age of 21.
And yet, people only see her as a gorgeous Veela, whose beauty was the only thing she had. Girls have always been jealous of her looks, and men lust after her for that.
It hurts her to see that no one noticed that she was more than just a pretty face.
But after facing this for years, she had become very used to this discrimination against her, and she had stopped reacting to it.
She knew it wouldn't matter what she accomplished; people would only look at her as the creature of lust she was born as.
And it was that reason why she had started ignoring others and only focusing on herself, which made her seem like a cold person to others in her school.
Unfortunately, this also led her to have a very small company of people around her in school, and because of that, she had only one or two friends.
Although for Fleur, this was fine because those two girls were the real best friends she needed and someone who was never jealous of her for who she was.
But even after spending her school life mostly alone with only her two friends at her corner, Fleur still desired to prove herself to her whole school and everyone else.
She wanted them to give her the respect she deserved for her talent and hard-earned skills. She was better than others for a reason, and she wanted them to accept that without hating her.
And after years, finally, that chance came to her in her final year.
When she found out about the Triwizard Tournament from her father in the summer, Fleur knew this was the opportunity she was waiting for.
The tournament where she had the chance to represent her school, proving she was the best among them, and then winning it would show everyone who Fleur Delacour was.
Since her father had told her this secret information, she had thrown herself into getting better and better every day of the whole summer.
And it all showed when, first, she beat every schoolmate of hers and got selected for the duelling and quiz competition.
And now by getting selected as Beauxbaton's champion in the Triwizard tournament.
The tears of the fellow girl didn't bother her for a moment because all that showed was how fake they were and how jealous they were of her.
But for Fleur, all it did was make her hard work of getting selected more worth it. Seeing the people who had always doubted her and discriminated against her for her blood now cry and hate her for being better than them.
Looking to her right Fleur looked at the Durmstrang champion while she stood leaning on the pillar of the room the champions were told to go to.
Viktor Krum
Just like everyone else in the wizarding world, Fleur knew who he was. After all, he was one of the best Quidditch players in the world, despite how young he was.
But for her, his Quidditch skills didn't matter; as a fierce competitor, Fleur only cared about how powerful he was and how much of a challenge he would be for her.
In the summer, she researched and found out the names of the students of both Durmstrang and Hogwarts who would have the most chances of becoming the champions of their respective schools.
And having a father in a high position in ministry certainly helped her find information about her potential competition.
During her research, if there was a name that was very assured of being chosen, it was Viktor Krum.
And if what she found out were true, then he was her biggest thorn in the path to Triwizard glory.
No matter who the Hogwarts champion would be (her opinion on this will change so fast in a few weeks, she doesn't even know).
Not only was Viktor Krum a Quidditch prodigy, but she had also found out he was the duelling champion of his school, just like she was.
And just by staring at the hard-looking, focused face of his, Fleur knew he would be a strong and formidable challenger.
And going by the facts, he was already the seeker of his country, and having played in the final, he would have no fear of performing in front of a large crowd under tense pressure.
But Fleur believed in herself enough to be confident that she could defeat him no matter what.
The sound of footsteps pulled her out of her scrutinising inspection of the Durmstrang champion, and she realised that the Hogwarts champion was coming.
Pushing herself from the pillar on which she was standing, she straightened her robes, and with narrowed eyes, she waited for her second and most probably least threatening rival to show themselves.
But when the Hogwarts champion finally walked into the room, her eyes bulged out, seeing who it was.
Of all the potential names she had read in the summer of Hogwarts students, she would have expected it to be the boy who had taken all her attention away since yesterday.
Harry fucking Potter.
If Viktor Krum was well known, then Harry Potter was someone who was known to even a newborn baby.
Even in her country, France, everyone knew who he was, and Fleur herself had thought about how he would be in real life.
But when she saw him for the first time, he was nothing like she expected.
Yesterday, she didn't see him clearly when he was kissing his Bulgarian girlfriend when they arrived here, but when she met him face-to-face at the dinner, she was left stunned.
It was not his very handsome face or the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen; no, it was his complete immunity to her allure that had made him the only thing she had been thinking about since yesterday.
When first she hopped off her school carriage, as she had expected, every boy in the Hogwarts attention went straight through her. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but she had been in the situation too many times, so she was able to ignore their gawking.
But what she didn't ignore was that one boy wasn't even looking at her while everyone else was.
Fleur had been surprised, and deep down—even though she didn't want to admit it—her pride was also hurt.
After all, even though she didn't like people drooling at her for being a Veela, she was still very beautiful, and she had always taken pride in that.
But for the first time, seeing a male not even look at her, let alone stare lustily, shocked her and dealt a blow to her pride.
More than that, she was curious about who this boy was.
And the opportunity to get to know him was presented to her right after that moment when the dinner was going on.
She would have never gone to him yesterday if not for her favourite dish she wanted to eat, but she was more grateful that it happened.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have found out this early that the only boy she had ever met who was immune to her allure was none other than Harry Potter.
When she had leaned forward to take the dish, she noticed how his eyes weren't glazing like other males do around her, and he even talked with her normally, if not charmingly.
Which had an effect on her like no one had ever before and more than she wanted to admit it.
She would have thought he wasn't interested in female gender given how unaffected he was, but the two girls she saw him with made her reject that thought right away.
The Veela could clearly tell he was intimately familiar with those girls, and if that wasn't enough, she also noticed the other three girls being very loving with him this morning.
Which made her realise Harry Potter was a young man who had more than one lover, and it shocked her how happy those girls were to share him.
Also, she would never admit to the jealousy she felt seeing those girls touching him and laughing with him.
And now, seeing the thick charm he was laying on her, Fleur was ready to show him she wasn't like the girls with him who were easy to make his.
After all, no boy had yet to charm Fleur Delacour, and Harry Potter would be no different.
"It's nice to meet you. I am Harry Potter."
The deep, masculine voice of the boy she was thinking about jutted her out of her thoughts, and Fleur turned to see him shaking hands with Krum.
"Viktor Krum," the Bulgarian said in his rough voice, "so you're the Hogwarts champion."
"I am" Harry nodded with a smile and then tilted his head, "Are you surprised that a boy three years younger than you is your fellow competitor?"
"Not after what I heard from Maria." Krum replied, shaking his head, "I should have expected that it would be you."
"I am glad then." Harry inclined his head. "I am excited to compete against you; it will be something amazing."
Fleur's breath hitched when she saw him turn towards her and make his way to her.
"It's nice to see you again, Mademoiselle Delacour," the handsome black-haired boy said in fluent French with that same charming smile he gave her last night.
Fleur almost missed him speaking her tongue because of that smile that once again made her blush.
Shaking her head, she tried to vanquish the warmth she was feeling, as Fleur Delacour never blushed at a boy, let alone one who was three years younger than her.
"You speak my language?" she asked him curiously.
"I do." Harry nodded.
"Are you sure the goblet didn't make a mistake selecting you?" Fleur asked playfully, "Surely there are others in your school older and better than a little boy like you? If not, then I may have overestimated the talents of Hogwarts students."
She ignored how stupid it was to call him a little boy when he was taller than her. And Fleur herself was very tall for a girl.
Harry raised his eyebrow. "Why? Are you afraid that you are going to get defeated by this little boy?" He challenged her with a smirk on his face.
Fleur narrowed her eyes at the challenging tone, but before she could reply, they heard the hurried footsteps and whispers of their headmasters.
Harry picked up the platinum blonde goddess's hands, and after softly kissing her hand, he winked at her, stepped back, and stood in between both rival champions.
Leaving a flustered, blushing Fleur, who chided herself for reacting like this against the man she just decided she wouldn't.
The whispers became clearer, and the headmaster of the European Three Magical Schools entered the room with Professor McGonagall, Barty Crouch, and Bagman following them.
Dumbledore looked at the three champions with a wide smile. "Viktor Krum from Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour from Beauxbaton, and Harry Potter from Hogwarts," he said while spreading his arms. "Look at each other because the other two will be your competitors in the fight for her try wizard glory."
Viktor, Fleur and Harry all three looked at each other with the spirit of fighting and the hunger to trump their opponent to become the Triwizard champion.
"I would like to emphasise how big of a moment this is for you three," Dumbledore continued, staring into the eyes of each champion. "You three have been chosen as the most eligible champions and the best ones to compete and represent your school."
"It's not your glory and fame on the line; it's your school too. With your win, you're not only winning this tournament for you but also doing it to prove that your school is the best in the world."
"The Triwizard is not something that happens very frequently; in fact, it has been a century since the last tournament was held. And now you have the chance to become the first champion of the century and write your name in the history books."
"Are you three ready for what you are about to face and fight fairly to win the Triwizard Cup for yourself and your school?" Dumbledore asked the three champions, staring intently at them.
"Yes."
"Da."
"Oui"
The three confident answers were all Dumbledore needed as a smile spread on his serious face, seeing the determination on the faces of the three young champions.
"Good" Dumbledore nodded proudly and then pointed his hand at Crouch. "Now, before I ask you some more important questions, Mr Crouch will first tell you about the first task."
Crouch stepped forward and began in his stern voice, "Congratulations to all three of you for getting selected as the Triwizard Champion."
"Now, as you might already know, you are going to face three tasks spread over the next 8 months to win this tournament. But first, before that, you will have the wand weighing ceremony on the 17th of November, and one week after that, on the 24th of the same month, will be your first task. "
"As for the clue for the first task, all I have got to tell you is that the first task always requires bravery and quick thinking to pass it and make it to the second task. And do make sure to remember that cheating is not allowed in this tournament, and if you are found cheating, you will be disqualified from further tasks."
"That will be all from me, and with that, I wish you the best of luck in preparing for your first task." Crouch finished what he had to say and stepped back into the shadow.
Harry looked at Crouch, and he realised he might be the most boring and apathetic person he had ever met.
Like how Dumbledore just came, said passionate words, and ignited a fire in all three champions, and then this Hitler-looking man came and poured water into that fire with his dull words.
If Harry hadn't already hated the man, he would have really started to despise him.
Thankfully, once that man with the shit moustache stepped back, Dumbledore came back in with his contagious good mood.
"Thank you for your information about the tasks for our champions, Mr Crouch," the headmaster said to the strict man, who nodded his head.
"Now." Dumbledore clapped his hands and turned back to the champions. "I have three things left to say to you."
"First," the old wizard began, "as a champion, you are exempt from attending your education classes. You are free to miss any and every class if you want to prepare for your tasks."
Harry turned around at the same time his rivals did, and they looked at each other with a small smile, hearing that good news.
"Second," Dumbledore continued, "you are allowed to enter every section of the library, including the restriction zone. And you are allowed to borrow as many books as you want for your reading under the promise that you return them."
The three champions nodded their heads, accepting the condition, as they all began fantasising about the vast number of books they now had from the famous library of Hogwarts to help them prepare.
And Harry was more excited as he finally got an open invitation to a restricted section of the library where he had only gone a couple of times through illegal means.
So as exciting as going like that was, he was relieved that he didn't have to use those ways now. He was also excited to see what Hermione, Padma and Daphne's reaction would be when they knew about this.
"Now the last and most important one," Dumbledore said, his voice bringing him out of his happy thoughts.
"Each of you is allowed a mentor for the whole turnaround who will help you prepare for your three tasks. But remember," Dumbledore emphasised while pointing his finger, "only one mentor is allowed, and if you try to ask for help from others, you will be disqualified."
The three champions realised the seriousness in his voice and nodded their heads in acceptance.
"So, who is the mentor you have chosen for yourself?" Dumbledore asked, and it was Krum who went first.
Going by the glare Igor was throwing at his student, he had no other option than "my headmaster, Igor Karkaroff".
Harry rolled his eyes as the ugly Death Eater smiled proudly, as if he hadn't just forced his champion to say that.
After that, Fleur answered next, and she had no hesitation: "Madame Maxime."
The big headmistress of Beauxbaton puffed out her chest in pride, knocking the lamps closer to her head, which was almost reaching the ceiling.
Then Dumbledore's eyes finally landed on Harry, whose answer was also ready.
Looking into his headmaster's eyes, he smirked and said, "You, Professor."
For him, it was really a no-brainer. Dumbledore was already giving him private lessons, and now, as a legal mentor for him, the headmaster would have no problem teaching Harry in front of others and not in secret.
And seeing the proud, delighted smile on Dumbledore and the soured one on Igor and Maxime, Harry knew he had made the right decision.
"So then it's decided that the three headmasters of each school will be their champion's mentors as chosen by them," Dumbledore said loudly in the room.
"And there was one other piece of information I needed to give you three," the bearded wizard said to the champions. "This was something I just informed the other students before coming here."
"Before the first task, there will be the first three matches of the three other competitions in this tournament." Dumbledore then listed the matches: "In the first week of November, there will be the quiz competition match between Hogwarts and Durmstrang."
Viktor nodded confidently for his school team to win this match, while Harry smirked, already thinking about the way the Hogwarts team was going to dominate this.
"And after that, in the second week, there will be the duelling fight between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons."
Harry could already feel the burning gaze of someone, and turning his head, he found Fleur's narrowed eyes at him filled with challenge and a fire in them that made him feel excited.
Deciding to infuriate his opponent and get in her head, all Harry did in reply was give her a tiny smirk and then ignore her fully.
This time, Fleur's face was red with anger and the insult of being ignored. She will teach this little boy who was belittling her.
"And in the last week, one week before the first task, there will be the Quidditch match between Beauxbaton and Durmstrang."
Viktor's ears perked up, and so did Harry's, who now realised how advantageous this was for him. He had the chance to gauge how good Viktor Krum really was before their match, which he was really anticipating.
"Do you three get what I told you?" Dumbledore asked, and they nodded their heads. "Good, then this little meeting is now over, and I wish all three of you luck for the hardships that will follow you throughout this tournament."
The three champions thanked the headmaster of Hogwarts for his words, and then the champions were carried out of the room by their respective headmaster and headmistress.
As Harry was making his way out, he was stopped by Fleur, who commented something in her tongue.
"I hope you make yourselves ready to lose every task and competition, Monsieur Potter."
Harry turned and looked at the smirking face of his French rival. Even with that arrogant smirk, she looked so angelic.
"It's strange; I was about to say the same thing." Harry replied with a thoughtful face, "Now, after hearing that from you, I am actually upset."
"Why is that?" Fleur frowned.
"I am upset that I am going to make that pretty face turn sad after I defeat you in our duelling fight and then in the first task." This time it was Harry who was smirking.
Fleur's inner Veela growled at his tone, but before she could reply, Madame Maxime stopped her.
"Let's go, Fleur; it's getting late," the big headmistress of Beauxbaton said, pulling her fuming champion with her.
Harry tilted his head with a smile as he saw Fleur walk away reluctantly, and his smile widened when he saw her glare at him over his shoulder.
Chuckling, he shook his head and turned to go on his way to the Room of Requirement, where he knew his girls were waiting for him.
It was time to celebrate his selection for the champions with the girls he loved.
-
"What is the main ingredient used in the death sleep potion?"
Trink
"Hogwarts"
"Moonbeam"
"Correct"
"What is the charm that could help repel Lethifold?"
Trink
"Hogwarts"
"Patronus charm"
"Correct"
The yawning sound of someone broke Harry out of the focus he had on the ongoing quiz match between Hogwarts and Durmstrang.
Turning his head slightly, he smiled at the bored face of Susan, who had her head leaning on his shoulder while she tried to stay awake in support of their friends.
Truthfully, Harry couldn't blame her for being bored instead of cheering on her friends, as this match was, in simple words, a complete domination.
Just like he has predicted it.
The students of Durmstrang might be very good at duelling and have the best seeker in the world. But they were not that good in the quiz department at all.
From the time Harry and Susan sat down in the stands around the stage in the Great Hall for this tournament, this match was already finished.
Not only did Hogwarts have a bookworm like Hermione, a very intelligent witch in Padma, and the cunning and knowledgeable Daphne, but they also had four more highly intelligent students in the team.
Which included Audrey Rosier, the head girl from Slytherin, who was defeated by Harry in the duelling try-outs. And he was proud to see her representing the school like she deserved.
She was also the captain of the quiz team.
And the remaining three on the team were Olivia Watson, a seventh-year Hufflepuff; Joshua Stanley, a seventh-year Gryffindor; and Jonathan Burke, a sixth-year Ravenclaw.
In short, the Hogwarts quiz team were practically unstoppable, and the only one who could stop them from winning was themselves.
And until now, they had proven they were ready to win this competition.
A single game between the two schools had four different rounds.
The first three rounds involved two vs. two matches, in which the captain of each team had to divide their other six members into three teams of two.
And after that, each of these three teams will face a single team from another school.
A single round would have 20 questions, and the score for the first three rounds was calculated together before the final round.
The three duo teams of Hogwarts were Hermione and Padma, Daphne and Olivia, and Joshua and Jonathan.
And all three teams easily won their rounds, and the score before the final round was 45-15 in Hogwarts favour.
Finally, the final round was going on, in which all seven team members were involved, and a rapid-fire 50 questions were asked that were to be answered in 5 minutes.
And, unsurprisingly, the Hogwarts team was dominating again.
Which was the reason why Susan was feeling so sleepy since all they had to do for the last half hour was clap and be bored as they watched their friends win their matchups easily.
Fortunately for Susan, who was stretching her arms and forcing Harry's eyes into her huge jugs, the final round finally ended as well.
"The first match of the quiz competition of this year's Triwizard Tournament is over," said Professor McGonagall, who had the responsibility of hosting this event.
"And after the four rounds, the final score is 78-32 in favour of Hogwarts, giving them the win," Professor McGonagall said loudly with a clearly hidden, proud smile as the hall burst in cheer.
Susan finally broke out of her laziness as she joined in the cheering while bouncing and yelling their friends' names.
Harry all the while chuckled and shook his head, but he still clapped proudly for his amazing girlfriends, who were beaming under her praise.
Susan jumped down the stands, and Harry followed her as he saw her hug Hermione and Padma, who came running towards her.
While they were hugging, the remaining friend of theirs came straight to Harry with an expected expression on her face.
Harry raised his eyebrow at Daphne, who was staring at him, standing in front of him while waiting for him to do something she wanted.
Realising what she wanted, Harry chuckled, and leaning down, he gave her the kiss his ice princess desired.
Daphne smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. She deepened the kiss, enjoying the warmth of her love.
A loud cough broke the snogging pair, and Harry pulled back and saw Hermione and Padma standing with their lips in an expectant pout just like Daphne was.
Harry rolled his eyes playfully, and while one of his hands was still holding Daphne's waist, he pulled the other girls one by one with his free hand and gave them a kiss as well.
Wiping the pout from their faces and leaving them in a daze.
"Happy now?" Harry smirked and got three happy nods from the winning girls.
"So now that your kissing session is over," Susan said loudly while playfully glaring at her friends and then smiling widely. "I am actually so proud of you three; you were amazing."
"She is right; you totally annihilate them." Harry praised girls as well, who basked in his praise.
"Thank you, Harry!"
"Yes, you did." Maria came into the conversation after meeting their friends, who were downtrodden after the loss.
"Even though I should be grudging you for defeating my friends, I am still happy to see you win and amazed at how good you are," the Bulgarian girl said while congratulating and hugging each girl.
"I don't know; I don't think we were that amazing." Hermione said with a frown, "I still think I missed some question that would have helped us get more points."
When the Gryffindor looked around at the total silence, she found her friends staring at her with disbelieving and exasperated faces.
"Hermione, please don't rub salt in the wounds." Maria said dryly, "You won by more than double our points; that is humiliating enough."
Hermione's face turned red in embarrassment as she scratched her inflamed cheeks. "Um, yeah, sorry about that," she mumbled her apology shyly while her friends laughed at their overly ambitious friend.
They were all used to this part of Hermione, who was never satisfied with her work, and it always left them irritated, but they wouldn't have it another way.
"Well, are you three now ready for your fight against Beauxbaton next week?" Maria asked Harry, Susan, and Daphne.
"Well, I am on reserve, so all I have to do is be ready to replace someone if they get injured." Daphne answered and then pointed at Harry and Susan. "On the other hand, they are definitely ready for the fight, going by the training they have been doing in the past week."
"We are sure that we will extend the unbeaten streak of Hogwarts," Susan proclaimed with full confidence.
"Your confidence is good, but do not underestimate those French. From what I know, they have some talented duellers," Maria warned them, and then her eyes went to the far end, where the Beauxbatons students were. "Especially Fleur Delacour, who is the duelling champion of her school, and she came 3rd in the under-21 France duelling championship last year."
"You mean the girl who has been staring at Harry since they came here?" Padma said, eyeing the platinum-haired girl who was still trying to discreetly look at them.
"I think she wants Harry," Susan quipped.
"Oh, that much is very obvious," Daphne smirked, "but it seems she is trying very hard to fight our Harry's charms and does not want to accept what she wants."
"How much longer do you think she will hold on?" Hermione wandered.
"Well, we will see next week how much fight she has in her and how much longer she can hold on before finally giving in." Harry concluded their little bantering conversation with a sly smile and a wink to the French girl, who averted her eyes, but not before he saw a red hue on her cheeks.
The girls looked at each other and smiled as if they all knew one thing.
It wouldn't be long before they welcomed the gorgeous Veela into their group.
-
The day Harry was impatiently waiting for was here.
It was time for the Hogwarts vs Beauxbatons duelling match.
Standing on the back of the line of Hogwarts duelling team, Harry cracked his neck, warming up his body for the fights that were about to happen.
The two competing teams were standing in the tunnel of the big arena that was made magically for the duelling championship.
It was built in the forest outside of the school, and the arena was as large as a Quidditch stadium.
The stands were filled with the students of all three participating schools and invited guests from all over the world who were here to watch the historic tournament.
The first duelling fight was about to happen, and the teams were in the tunnel before entering the arena, ready to fight.
On the left side were the Beauxbaton team wearing the blue battle robes representing their school colours.
And on the other side was the Hogwarts team, wearing the all-black battle robe with red trimming on it.
Harry stretched his arms and smiled in satisfaction at the flexibility allowed in the tight battle robes.
Hogwarts was not leaving any chance of victory, which was why they had made such expensive but supremely high-quality battle robes for their fighters.
Harry liked how comfortable it was to move in these robes, which would give them full mobility while they were fighting. Also, the hide was strong enough to even absorb a minor curse, making it harder for it to get pierced.
And he also loved how tight it was all over as he stared at the voluptuous figures of Susan and Daphne enclosed in these battle robes that were hugging each curve of theirs perfectly.
Shaking his head, he dispelled those thoughts for the moment and brought his focus back to the impending fight.
He had time to enjoy their figures in these robes later, after their victory.
"Are both of you ready?" Daphne asked who was watching Susan and Harry be in their focused state before the fight.
"We are," Harry said confidently, with Susan nodding her head with him and an excited smile on her face.
"Good." Daphne's lips curled into a bloody, thirsty smile. "It's time to show the world what we are made of."
Susan and Harry returned her smile, and they gave each other one last hug before the fight.
After breaking their hug, Harry looked up at the other side of the tunnel, and as he had expected, he saw the challenging, stoic stare of the cerulean blue eyes of his biggest opponent on the French team.
The two champions of Hogwarts and Beauxbaton stared at each other without flinching. Both of them were unwilling to accept the small defeat before the big fight.
The voice of the announcer broke their staring contest, and both rivals gave a respectful nod to each other before they brought their focus straight ahead as both teams began entering the arena.
It was finally time to see who would prevail between the two champions of their schools.
Would it be the French prodigy Fleur Delacour, who was three years older than her opponent...
...Or would it be the boy who had always proved everyone wrong and prevailed over his more powerful opponents in life, Harry Potter?