24 November 1994
Harry grunted as Hermione squeezed painfully on his arm. The Ukrainian Ironbelly was dragged from the arena still snorting fire at anyone that got near it, after a spirited battle with Cedric Diggory. Cedric had escaped without burns, but the Ironbelly's fireballs had exploded right behind him at one point, sending him crashing into the boulders. It was only his seeker reflexes that stopped him being badly burned. But he was clearly hurt as he limped out.
Krum had faced the Welsh Green and had gotten away with only minor injuries. He'd transfigured one of the boulders into a rooster and sent a stinging hex up its ass. This sent the rooster running around the arena in a pained panic, drawing the dragon's attention away from Krum and it's nest. He collected the egg and tried to make his escape, only for the dragon to spot him and spit a burst of flame that caught Krum in the arm. Krum ran from the arena to the tent where he was doused with water from the Hogwarts matron's wand.
It was now down to Fleur and the Hungarian Horntail. They'd game planned for all three alternatives and counterintuitively this was the best case scenario. Harry patted Hermione's hand and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's going to be okay. Fleur's got this." Harry assured her. Several of his classmates looked at Harry as if he'd gone insane as the spiky gnashing, rage filled lizard was dragged into the arena.
Fleur let out a breath as she entered the arena. She stared across the arena at a furious looking Hungarian Horntail. It spewed fire in her direction blackening a patch of ground between them. Fleur was shaking but she wasn't going to let fear stop her. This was her chance to prove to the other schools that she wasn't just pretty. Fleur was here to win and she wasn't afraid to use her heritage to her advantage. She was proud to be a Veela, she liked being lusted after by men and women… well, maybe only one man in particular.
Fleur glanced up into the stands and spotted Harry, Hermione, and Lucy sitting together with their classmates. The three looked worried but there was confidence mixed in. They had faith in her and that boosted her resolve and settled her nerves. Keeping her distance, Fleur closed her eyes and let her allure flare and envelope the enclosure. She didn't have the precise control of her mother or grandmother, so the allure leaked into the crowd.
Lucy glanced around the crowd as she felt Fleur's allure wash over them. A majority of the men and some of the women in the audience's eyes glazed over. Lucy was relieved Harry wasn't reacting like some of the people in the audience. She could tell he was very aroused, but his eyes remained clear and he was cognizant of his actions.
Unlike Ron Weasley who was literally fucking the railing as his tongue hung out. Even though he was aroused, Lucy couldn't see a bulge in his trousers. It lent credibility to the idea that no one was bragging about Weasley's sexual prowess.
In the enclosure the dragon lazily lowered its head as Fleur walked forward. She gently stroked its rough skin and smiled. She walked passed him, focusing hard to keep her allure flared as she collected the egg. As she walked out she patted the dragon on the nose. "Thank you, you're very sweet."
As she crossed the threshold of the tent she lifted her allure and staggered slightly. The matron rushed over and took Fleur by the shoulders and directed her to a bed. "Are you ok, dear?"
"Oui, I'm fine. Thank you. Putting out that much magic at once was taxing," Fleur explained.
"Well, since you're unhurt, you may go and find out your score. As long as you return afterwards for an examination," The matron ordered.
"Oui, thank you," Fleur said. She went to leave but paused at the entrance to the tent. "Are Mister Krum and Diggory ok?"
"Oh yes, they're resting for the moment. I gave them both a small dose of dreamless sleep potion. They will be up and around before dinner."
Fleur nodded and exited the tent and immediately walked into an argument. "Dumbledore! The girl must be disqualified! She clearly cheated!"
"How did she cheat, Igor?" Dumbledore asked as Madam Maxime towered over them, levelling an unimpressed stare at Karkaroff. Fleur could see the indignant look on her three friends and the rest of the Beauxbatons faces.
"She used some sort of Veela magic or some trick to calm the dragon. She made a mockery of the event! How do we know she didn't prostitute herself to…"
"Do. Not. Finish, that sentence," Olympe warned as she stalked towards Karkaroff. Fleur saw Lucy and Hermione pushing Harry down into his seat. She could see how furious he was and she didn't blame him. But at the same time she'd come to expect it. Most of her schoolmates were warm and welcoming, but there were always a few through the years who would mutter about her and Lucy's heritage.
Chief among them were the girls who made up Harry's fan club. As a smart and handsome quidditch player, Harry was very popular among the girls in all but the earliest years at Beauxbatons. Fleur had heard rumours of a fan club as early as their third year. Lucy, of course, was their public enemy number one. Though no one had ever done anything to interfere in their relationship, aside from mutter derogatory comments about Lucy.
Dumbledore placed a hand on Maxime's stomach trying to encourage her to step back. "Olympe, please calm yourself." He said, turning back to Karkaroff. "That's a disgusting accusation Igor. There is no reason to slander Miss Delacour's good name. I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for what Miss Delacour did. Besides that Miss Delacour is entitled to use any abilities available to her. She should not be handicapped because neither Mister Diggory nor Mister Krum are not Veela. That would disrespect her and them."
"I have not heard a reasonable explanation for what happened," Karkaroff said defiantly.
"Uh, if I may?" A voice said from behind Fleur. She turned around to meet the eyes of a handsome red haired man. She was sort of reminded of Weasley, except this was a man rather than a child in a man's body.
"Ah, Charlie, your experience is most welcome. This is Charlie Weasley, he's the senior handler on hand to oversee the dragons. Please, Charlie continue," Dumbledore explained.
"That was a male Hungarian Horntail. Horntail's reverse the gender roles with their young. The male dragon incubates the eggs after the female lays them. So when Miss Delacour let her allure flare the Horntail acted much the same way any other male acts when exposed to a Veela's allure. Given the dragon was incubating freshly lain eggs it simply got a bit dopey rather than violently aroused," Charlie explained.
Fleur paled. "Violently aroused?"
"Yeah, Hungarian Horntails mating is a… violent event. Be glad we found one with freshly lain eggs. Otherwise… well, let's not go there…"
"Non, please don't."
"Satisfied, Igor?" Dumbledore asked.
"Barely…"
"Shall we distribute the scores then?" Dumbledore asked.
Karkaroff and Maxime nodded and returned to their seats. Karkaroff glanced around, frowning. "Where are Viktor and the Hogwarts boy?"
Dumbledore was passed a note by the matron who quickly returned to medical tent. "Mister Diggory and Krum were each given a dose of dreamless sleep potion They're sleeping off the grogginess of the pain potions they were given."
"Should we wait for them to be awake?" Maxime asked.
"I don't think it matters. Whether they're here or not won't change the scores we give," Dumbledore said.
"Quite," Maxime agreed.
They proceeded to give the scores in the order they appeared. Krum was praised for his skilful transfigurations work, but points were deducted for losing track of the dragon as he made his escape. Dumbledore gave him a seven, Maxime six and Karkaroff nine, for a total of 22 out of 30. Cedric was praised for using his quickness to avoid the dragon but deducted points for not using magic at any point. Dumbledore gave him a six, Maxime a five and Karkaroff a four for a total of 15 out of 30.
Finally Fleur was praised for her knowledge of dragons but admonished for not considering the risks of using that strategy. Dumbledore gave Fleur an eight, Maxime a nine and Karkaroff a six for a score of 23 out of 30. Even some of the Durmstrang students booed their headmaster for giving her such a low score compared to Krum. Karkaroff seemed unfazed by the ridicule he was receiving.
Dumbledore stood and raised his hands, causing the crowd to fall silent. "Thank you all for being here today, and a special thanks to our competitors for their spirited performances. The next task of the Tir-Wizard tournament will be on the twenty fourth of February. I hope you will be excited for that."
As Fleur left the enclosure Harry sat staring down at the judges table. Maxime, Karkaroff and Dumbledore were still talking but Dumbledore had cut off the sonorous charm. Lucy and Hermione were keeping him from descending from the stands and punching Karkaroff in the face.
"Harry, you can't beat up the headmaster of Durmstrang. You'll get in so much trouble," Hermione said.
"He called Fleur a whore. I can't let that stand," Harry growled.
"Tough," Hermione stated flatly. When Harry gave her an indignantly glare she expounded on her thoughts. "Fleur is my girlfriend, I want to hex his balls off. But that's not going help anyone. The best way to get back at him is helping Fleur win the tournament. It may not shut him up, but it will annoy him."
Harry let out a breath and nodded. "You're right."
Hermione smiled smugly. "I know."
After being checked over by the matron, whose name Fleur learned was Poppy Pomfrey, she was released. As soon as she got outside she was mobbed by her two friends and her girlfriend.
"Merlin, Fleur! I was so worried! You must have been terrified! Are you ok? Did it hurt you? Did you see all the men going nuts because of your allure? It was disgusting. Except for Harry, he was brilliant! He didn't show any sign of being affected."
"I wouldn't say any…" Lucy mumbled. This caused Harry to blush and look away sheepishly. Lucy was looking forward to getting him alone later and seeing if her allure affected him the same way.
Fleur giggled as she kissed Hermione on the head, gently stroking her bushy mane of brunette hair. "I'm fine, Hermione. I wasn't hurt, and yes I saw those silly boys. That was to be expected."
"I know, they're just all so gross…" Hermione muttered indignantly.
"Not all of them," Fleur pointed out giving Harry a significant look.
"Oh! N-no, of course not," Hermione said flushing slightly pink.
"I'm glad you're ok, Fleur. I was worried," Harry said finally, smiling at the blonde witch.
"I was fine, Arry, really," Fleur assured him.
"I know, didn't stop me from worrying," Harry said. "Or wanting to punch Karkaroff's lights out."
"That would not have helped," Hermione pointed out. "As I said earlier."
"It might have made him think twice about slandering Fleur in future."
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're such a boy sometimes…"
Much later in the evening Lucy laid in bed with her head resting on Harry's broad chest. She smiled to herself, happy with the confirmation that her allure did indeed have the same effect on Harry that Fleur's did. It also somehow made him an even more exuberant lover. Lucy sighed to herself knowing she was going to be sore in the morning. She wasn't that bothered, as long as she continued waking up in Harry's arms she'd be happy.
"Arry, I need to see you in my office," Madam Maxime said as Harry was walking out of the carriage to head to breakfast. He paused as the other students filed our around him. Hermione, Fleur, and Lucy stopped as well glancing between the two.
"Ok, is something wrong?" Harry asked.
"Yes and no, I'll explain shortly."
"Ok," Harry replied turning to the three girls. I'll catch up, shortly."
"Ok, Harry," Hermione replied, tugging Fleur along with her. Lucy gave Harry a kiss on the cheek before following them out.
Harry walked through the carriage, following his giantess headmistress back to her office. When they arrived, Harry realised there was someone waiting. "Apolline?"
"Hello, Arry."
"What's wrong? Is Jean hurt?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Jean is fine, he sends his love. No, Arry, what do you know of the Wizengamot?"
"It's the British wizarding parliament and criminal court, formed in 1544 after the dissolution of the Wizards Council. Currently Cornelius Fudge serves as the Minister for Magic with the Wizengamot being presided over by Augusta Longbottom acting as Chief Witch."
Apolline had to smother a smile. The influence of her daughter and Hermione rubbing off on him. "Uh, yes. They wish to interview you, regarding how you came to live in France."
Harry let out a long breath and sat down. "What purpose will that serve, besides satiating their curiosity?"
Apolline and Olympe glanced at each other before returning their attention to Harry. "We think there is a movement inside the Ministry to remove Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts. His power and influence has wained significantly over the last few years. We think there are those who believe your story will soil his legacy to the point where they can remove him quietly with minimal fuss."
"Depends on how much they care about me being left with abusive muggles, I guess…" Harry said, leaning back in his chair.
"You're the boy-who-lived Arry, they'll care a lot," Apolline assured him.
"I'm not thrilled with the idea of telling a bunch of strangers the sordid details of my past… but they're not going to give up until they have an answer, are they?"
"No," Apolline confirmed.
"Great… I'm so glad I came to England…"
"Scotland," Maxime corrected him.
"Whatever, it's cold, it rains all the time and everyone wears hideous black robes…." Harry muttered darkly to himself.
"Why is everyone so obsessed with your life?" Lucy asked angrily.
Harry and Lucy, joined by Hermione and Fleur, were sitting in his room in the carriage. He'd just finished explaining what the Wizengamot wanted from him.
"Harry is the boy-who-lived, he's a living legend in Britain. I've seen some of the articles written over the years. They're obsessed. Harry sells papers, so they keep writing about him," Hermione explained.
Harry groaned. "Great…"
"When do they want you to testify?" Fleur asked.
"In the new year, probably in the first week of January," Harry replied.
"Good, that means we can attend," Lucy said with the other two nodding.
"You don't have to do that…" Harry said.
"We insist," Fleur said firmly.
1 December 1994
"A ball?" Harry asked.
"Oui, it's called the Yule Ball, it's scheduled to happen on Christmas Day, starting at eight pm," Fleur explained as they sat in the great hall of Hogwarts for their usual early breakfast. "Madam Maxime told me that as a champion I have to bring a date." Fleur finished glancing at Hermione.
"Oui," Hermione replied with a smile.
Harry smiled at them as he turned to look at his girlfriend. "Lucy, would you be my date for the Yule Ball?"
"Yes," Lucy replied happily.
"I guess I need to write Apolline and ask her to send me my acromantula silk robes," Harry opined.
Lucy nodded. "Good, that'll be simple to colour match."
"I look forward to seeing what you come up with," Harry commented kissing the back of Lucy's hand.
Ron grinned as he walked down a fourth floor corridor after classes. McGonagall had announced the Yule Ball during the final class of the day and he was excited. It was his opportunity to shake off the embarrassment of the first task. The memory of him humping the railing had made the rounds and even leaked out into the wider world. This resulted in a stern letter from his father and a howler from his mother. Ron was hardly impressed, Molly Weasley only sent him mail when he was in trouble. At least his father was involved in his life. It felt like Molly had taken her chunk of the Black family fortune in the divorce and cut her former family out of her life.
Ron spotted the blonde with the great rack at the end of the corridor talking to a couple of other Beauxbatons students. Two girls one with brown hair with a nice chest, not as good as the blonde's but still nice. The other was a girl who'd enchanted her hair blue. Ron stuck his chest out and walked up to them. "Hey babe, what's going on?"
Lucy gave the red headed boy a withering look as she removed his hand from her ass. "Can I help you?"
"Be my date to the Yule Ball. I promise you'll have a good time," Ron said with a smile as his eyes wandered down to her tits that were straining against the fabric of the Beauxbatons uniform.
"Are you for real?" Cana, Lucy's brunette friend asked.
"What?" Ron spat.
"Lucy has a boyfriend you moron, and he's already asked her to go to the ball," Cana explained exasperated.
"What, really? Who?" Ron asked.
The three girls stared at him as if he were stupid. Which they thought he was. "Harry Potter, do you even read Witches… do you even read?" Lucy's other friend Levy asked.
"I-I do! I'm a Prefect!" Ron said sticking his chest out and pointing to his Prefect's badge.
"What's a Prefect?" Cana asked.
"They're students who keep other students in line. Lunatics running the asylum," Lucy explained.
"Oh wow, that sounds like a recipe for abuse," Cana opined.
"Yep," Lucy agreed. "Come on, I think Hermione is in the library. We should join her and get some studying in before dinner."
The three walked off without a second glance towards Ron, leaving him to impotently stare after them. After a few seconds Ron scowled and spun on his heels and stormed off. "If that bitch doesn't want any of this, that's her loss. There are plenty more girls who'll happily be my date for the ball."
"Non, I will not go with you," Fleur stated flatly when she was cornered by Ron the next day.
"Are you serious?! Why not?" Ron demanded.
"I have a date," Fleur replied, she could have listed another five reasons but she didn't feel like having abuse hurled at her by this disgusting man-child.
"W-who, wait, is it Potter?!" Ron spat angrily.
Fleur frowned crossed her arms. "It is none of your business. Excuse me, I have homework I need to finish."
For the second day in a row, Ron Weasley was left embarrassed and annoyed after being turned down flat by a beautiful Beauxbatons student. He stalked away and back to the Gryffindor tower to mull over the lost opportunity, and plan his next conquest.
"What do you want, Weasley?" Hermione asked the following day as she sat alone at a table in the back of the Hogwarts library. She appreciated the aesthetic but was disappointed by the lack of quality reference material. She was eagerly reading a copy of Hogwarts: A History when she was rudely interrupted by the stupid red headed boy who was now leering down at her.
"I am graciously offering my services as a date to the Yule Ball. A beautiful girl like you shouldn't go unaccompanied for such a prestigious event," Ron stated.
"I agree, that's why I've already been asked by someone," Hermione explained.
"You're kidding… is it Potter?"
"No, Harry is going with his girlfriend. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to borrow this book and go back to the carriage to read. Good day Mister Weasley."
As Hermione walked out of the library she noticed a group of giggly Hogwarts girls near the entrance to the library. Hermione ignored them almost running into a broad chest. "Oof, sorry, I didn't see you there."
"I should apologise, I wasn't watching where I was going," Viktor Krum said through a thick Bulgarian accent. "Are you Hermione Granger?" He asked, badly mangling her name.
"Hermione," She replied slowly. "And yes, I am her. How can I help you Mister Krum?"
"Would you do me the honour of accompanying me to the Yule Ball?"
Hermione smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. I'm already attending with my girlfriend."
"Oh," Krum replied disappointed. "Your girlfriend is a lucky woman, you are very beautiful."
Hermione blushed and laughed. "Thank you, you're very kind. Not many people say that to me. My girlfriend is Fleur Delacour, she's much prettier than I am."
"I won't deny that Miss Delacour is pretty, but I'm sure she'd agree that you're just as beautiful."
"Oui, I would and do," Fleur agreed as she walked up and put an arm around Hermione.
Hermione blushed while still smiling. "Fleur…"
"You are, Hermione. Be proud of who you are, I know I am."
"Thank you for talking with me today. I will not delay you any longer. Have a good day," Krum said giving the two a small bow before departing.
Ron watched from inside the library after once again being rejected and embarrassed. Krum was one of his sporting heroes and to see him be so chummy with the Beauxbatons contingent irked him. Three strikeout in a row was something Ron was unaccustomed too and it didn't sit right with him. It was worse because two of the girls had turned him down for each other. This would not stand, Ron was even more determined to find a date that would embarrass them and make them regret turning him down.
10 December 1994
"Lucy, are you ok?" Harry asked knocking on the door of his girlfriends room. It was well past dinner but he's not seen her all day. Cana and Levy told him Lucy was in her room and had refused to talk to them since breakfast.
"Go away, Harry," Lucy said. "I don't want to talk to anyone."
"Lucy, please, I'm worried about you."
It was quiet for a few seconds before the door opened a crack and Lucy peered through the gap. "Harry, I'm not in a good mood. You should go spend time with Fleur and Hermione today."
"Lucy, why are you so upset? What happened? Did I do something?"
Lucy shook her head. "No it's not you. It's…. Argh, fine, get in here!"
Lucy reached out and grabbed Harry by the arm, pulling him inside. She dragged him over to the bed and made Harry sit down as she paced. "My father, my fucking father has ordered me home for the holiday."
"What? Why?"
"He's set up a marriage interview for me," Lucy declared angrily.
"Wh-what?" Harry asked in shock.
"Yeah! The fucking nerve! He didn't even ask. I don't… I don't know why he thinks he can dictate to me like this!" Lucy ranted angrily.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked.
"Ignore him, that bastard can't dictate how I live my life! He can fuck off!" Lucy exclaimed.
Harry chuckled. "I'm glad to hear it. You had me a little worried there."
"Don't be silly, I'm not letting anyone marry me off without my consent. I'm not going home for the holidays either. I'm not letting some other girl weasel their way onto your arm. You're mine, Potter."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Harry replied as Lucy settled into his lap and his hands cupped her ass.
"Good," Lucy said smiling, grinding herself down on his crotch. "Thank you, Harry. I've been so pent up all day. I needed to get that off my chest."
"Anytime, Lucy."
"Mmmm, Harry, let's forget about my dad for today. I think I need to work off some of this frustration. And you're just the boy to help me."
"Your wish is my command," Harry replied.