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      Fleur_Delacour/Cedric_Diggory/Viktor_Krum/Harry_Potter
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      Fleur_Delacour, Cedric_Diggory, Viktor_Krum, Harry_Potter, Sirius_Black,
      Albus_Dumbledore, Olympe_Maxime, Igor_Karkaroff, Amos_Diggory, Apolline
      Delacour, Monsieur_Delacour, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger
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      Magical_Bond, Pureblood_Culture, Foursome_-_F/M/M/M, Underage_Sex,
      Coercion, Dubious_Consent, Book_4:_Harry_Potter_and_the_Goblet_of_Fire
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      Published: 2015-09-03 Updated: 2017-08-15 Chapters: 3/? Words: 17768
****** All for One and One for All (plus one) ******
by Whitsie
Summary
     Barty Crouch really should have thought harder about Confunding a
     powerful magical object. Because of this, in a fitting lack of logic
     the wizarding world doesn't even bother to explain, the four
     Champions end up married forever.
     Meanwhile, three of the Champions consider the favourite topic of
     teenagers everywhere, sex, and how to seduce their youngest husband.
     Whether he knows he wants it or not.
Notes
     Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
     and owned by J.K Rowling, various publishers including but not
     limited to Warner Bros, Bloomsbury. No money is being made and no
     copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
     Warning: There is underage sex. Harry is below the age of consent
     i.e. fourteen. See end notes for more explicit warnings.
     There are parts of this, a couple lines at most, that are in either
     Bulgarian or French. I have not translated any of it, but have tried
     to explain it in the fic where you need to know what it means, and
     left it otherwise for flow purposes. You can translate it if you want
     yourself, but honestly it doesn't add anything to the story. Although
     if any native speakers see any issues please let me know. More with
     the Bulgarian as I used google translate for that, but either way,
     concrit is always welcome.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
When the three champions had all started glowing gold about a minute after
Cedric had entered the antechamber, they all immediately backed away from each
other, making very sure there was no point of contact between them.
 
Clearly they all recognised what it was, although Cedric didn't know if it was
from academic interest, or, like in his case, having been to a couple of
weddings during his life. Either way Cedric easily recognised the wedding bond
for what it was. Or more likely something akin to a wedding bond as none of
them had initiated the proper ritual required.
 
They were standing in a triangle, all facing towards each other when they heard
the door to the antechamber open again, then close, and one pair of light
footsteps come down the stairs.
 
Cedric looked up and saw Harry Potter enter the room, also glowing gold, and
was briefly entranced by how they light surrounding the waifish boy made him
look incredibly delicate and faelike, but before any of them had a chance to
say something, the Headmaster stormed into the room, closely followed by the
Madame Maxime and Headmaster Karkaroff.
 
Cedric had never had much interaction with the Headmaster, but he was clearly
furious, and Cedric was surprised that Potter did not back away from the man as
he came to a stop not even a foot away from him. Despite his clear anger,
Dumbledore spoke to Potter in a calm voice, "Harry I would like you to be
completely honest with me. The repercussions of your answer are far more
reaching than you could fathom. Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"
 
And, what? What was Dumbledore asking? Had Potter also been chosen? It
shouldn't be possible because he was 14 and Cedric was already the Hogwarts
champion.
 
Before Cedric could contemplate this any further, Potter had shaken his head
and replied firmly, "No, sir. Of course not. How could I?"
 
"Do no try to trick us, boy. Your name had to have come out somehow." Karkaroff
spoke before Dumbledore had a chance to, sneering at Harry from behind the
Headmaster.
 
Cedric lost his concentration for a moment as he became aware of a growing,
stabbing pain emanating from his abdomen, that was growing more and more
painful by the second.
 
Dumbledore reassuring Potter barely registered in his ears as he tried to work
out the cause of his current discomfort. However, a sharp French voice brought
his attention back to what was going on in the room. "Attendez. Are you trying
to say this leetle boy 'ad his name come out of zeCoupe de Feu? 'Ow is this
possible Professeur Dumbly-dore?" Delacour demanded.
 
"Harry was indeed chosen, but I think the more important question is, what has
happened to you four. I notice none of you have touched each other." Dumbledore
replied.
 
"Of course, they haven't, Dumbledore. I don't know what you teach your
students, but mine at least know how to recognise a marriage bond." Karkaroff
drawled. "Viktor would have made sure they stayed far away from each other."
 
Which was all well and good, but the pain had increased exponentially, and
Cedric wrapped his hands tight around his stomach in a futile attempt to
relieve it and hoped someone did something to stop it before it became any
worse.
 
"I suspect this is less of a marriage bond, and instead another kind of magical
binding, which makes it rather impressive that none of our students have
succumbed to the growing pain they must be feeling." Dumbledore looked at them
contemplatively, his eyes dragging between the three champions and Potter
standing, stranded, between them and the three Heads of School.
 
"'Ow will you stop this Dumbly-door. We can not 'ave our champions bound to
each other if they are each to compete in ze tournament."
 
"My dear Madame Maxime," Dumbledore replied, his voice finally rising above its
normal level. "I don’t know what you intend for me to do about it. This is
magic far beyond any of our talents." He took a calming breath. "Now, I do
believe our three of-age champions understand what is occurring here, and our
youngest will have to be enlightened by them."
 
Cedric was barely registering the conversation any more, having fallen to his
knees. He focussed on Delacour's white knuckles where she was gripping the arms
of the chair she was sitting in, and how Krum was leaning almost his whole body
against the back of the same chair.
 
Potter had somehow managed to stay upright, still only a little distance from
Dumbledore, and he jumped into the conversation again, "I'm not a real champion
though. Someone else put my name in the Goblet." Cedric felt that he should
care more, but at the moment his only concern was what the Headmaster was going
to do to fix this situation.
 
"That is true Harry, but Mr Crouch is the expert on the rules and he says,
despite the circumstances, your name did come out of the goblet so you do have
to compete." Evidentially ignore it.
 
"We shall see about that Dumbledore. I thought your assurances meant
something." Karkaroff drawled.
 
Dumbledore rounded on the other two Heads of School, "You might not be able to
see it, but you each have one of your students, who are under your care,
getting close to being crippled by the pain they are feeling from an incomplete
primal magical bond. If I may finish so that they may be given a chance to
alleviate that pain, it would be much appreciated."
 
Cedric brought his wrist up to his mouth to bite it so he wouldn't let out a
groan of pain as he saw Dumbledore turn to Harry with a soft expression on his
face. "We will explain the circumstances surrounding the tournament in the
morning, if you would all come to my office after breakfast. Harry, you shall
all be sleeping in the rooms at mid-way up the Astronomy Tower, you know the
ones. Don't worry about your things, they shall be collected and delivered
promptly. Harry I am also feeling partial to Cockroach Cluster. Thank you for
your patience gentlemen and lady. Good night and good dreams."
 
And with that Dumbledore swept out of the room, ushering Karkaroff and Maxime
ahead of him, and shut the door at the top of the stairs behind him with a
slam.
 
Potter failed to move, and so Cedric ripped his arm away from his mouth,
"Fucking Circe, Potter. Get over here before we all faint."
 
Potter quickly walked over to stand in front of Delacour, and failed to react
fast enough when she reached out to grab his hand and bring it so all four of
them were touching. The second they were all in contact the light flashed
blindingly again, before dying completely, a couple sparks trailing up from
their hands and along their arms before sinking into their skin.
 
Cedric stood up again, towering over Potter and Delacour still seated in the
chair, and pulled out his wand to summon three of the chairs clumped around a
table a short distance away, then fell into the one that came up behind him.
 
Krum had sunk down into his as well, while Potter had taken his seat facing
them all, so they were arranged in a vague circle around the fire, all able to
see the others. Cedric sighed deeply, and ran his hand over his face, then
looked over at Potter, "I don't know how you stood that, Potter. It fucking
hurt."
 
Potter shrugged and brought his knees up in front of him to sit curled up on
the chair "I've had worse."
 
"Or per'aps it did not 'urt you as much because you are underage." Delacour
snarked.
 
Potter just shrugged again.
 
Cedric looked over at Krum as he spoke for the first time. He had a deep voice,
with an accent markedly different from Karkaroff's Russian one. "It no longer
matters. Vhat does matter is our current situation."
 
"Yeah. Our situation. Fuck." Cedric didn't know what to do, or expect or even
how to explain the 'situation' to his parents.
 
"Er- what is our situation. What did the glowing lights and stuff mean." Potter
asked.
 
Cedric whipped his head around to look at Potter, who was peering back at them,
his green eyes enormous behind his glasses, but Delacour spoke before he had a
chance.
 
"'Ow do you not know zis. Every enfant de français can recognise a marriage
bond." Delacour seemed to be taking the chance to be as condescending as
possible, boding exceptionally well for their life together.
 
"Maybe every magical child, but I can't help that my only living relatives are
muggles and I've never been to a wedding in my life." Potter's eyes flashed as
he responded. "Anyway, I heard what Dumbledore said. What I'm asking, is why
did he say it isn't exactly a marriage bond, and how do we break it."
 
"Potter. We cannot break it. Ever. Vhich is vhy I would like to know vhy Ms
Delacour is being such a kuchka." Krum had said what Cedric would dearly like
to voice, but didn't quite have the balls to say out loud."
 
Delacour flipped her blond hair behind her shoulder and raised her nose
haughtily. "Because I am a Delacour. I am français. I am a Veela. I cannot be
bonded to a Quidditch player, an Englishman and un garçon. Mon pere is the
Minister, 'e cannot afford zis embarrasment."
 
"You know, I met the Bulgarian minister at the World cup. He's really nice. He
offered to introduce me to Krum when I mentioned that I was a seeker." Potter
shrugged. "Unless it’s the paedophilia aspect that’s worrying you. In which
case go right ahead."
 
It took Cedric a minute to recognise the sarcasm that had just been delivered
in a soft, deadpan voice. Because Potter had a point. Having been at school
with the boy for four years meant that Cedric sometimes forgot that Harry
Potter was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. He was internationally famous
before he could even walk, and an idol for their entire generation. If
anything, it was Cedric himself that was going to cause the most problems. But
it wasn't something any of them could do anything about, so moving on was their
only choice.
 
"How about" Cedric spoke over Delacour's reply. "How about we try not to come
to any conclusions tonight, and instead go to bed and reassess in the morning.
We obviously can't do anything now. Why don't we just try to get along. Potter,
the Headmaster said something to you about a room."
 
"Right. Yeah. Let's go." Potter stood up from his chair, and with a jerk of his
head indicated for them to follow. He lead them away from the entrance to the
room, and instead over to a stretch of wall between two paintings, and tapped
three of the bricks one after the other with his wand. The wall shimmered into
a door, which Potter led them through.
 
The rest of their trip followed a similar pattern. Potter led them in and out
of corridors and into hallways covered by tapestries, occasionally telling them
to watch a trick step, or to skirt around a particular suit of armour. Cedric
recognised the area of the castle when they came to a stop, but was surprised
that a walk that should have taken at least twenty minutes had taken only half
that, most of which had been through secret passages Cedric had no knowledge
of.
 
The door to the room was unlocked, but there were four keys sitting on a table
just inside the door, so Cedric immediately picked one up and locked the door
behind them.
 
Their rooms were relatively simple, a space that was similar to a common room,
just on a smaller scale, and only one door leading off from it. Cedric could
see through to an excessively large bed, and another door that presumably led
to a bathroom.
 
"Ve are sharing a bed. Your headmaster is crazy." For all that Cedric would
like to maintain school pride, he honestly couldn't argue with Krum's remark.
 
"Yeah, completely barmy. But he's also a genius, and if we have to we can ask
him to fix it tomorrow morning." Potter was in the room sitting cross legged on
the bedspread, that was white, likely in an attempt to keep away from any house
or school affiliations, that, paired with the dark wood of the rest of the
furniture, gave the room a calm air. Potter was looking at the wall next to the
door, that was out of Cedric's sight. "Diggory, you have a Cleansweep, don't
you?"
 
Slightly confused at the abrupt topic chance, Cedric replied in the
affirmative.
 
"Yeah, thought so. Er- Krum, do you have any identifying marks on your
Firebolt?" Krum, instead of replying walked through the door to the bedroom,
and Cedric followed behind him and quickly came to realise Potter's problem. On
the wall, lying parallel to the floor in broom racks were three brooms. One of
them was Cedric's Cleansweep Seven, while the other two were Firebolts, both in
perfect condition as far as Cedric could see, and completely indistinguishable
from the other.
 
Cedric huffed out a laugh. "Well this is a situation I never thought I'd ever
be in. Having to compare between two international standard racing brooms."
 
Krum had come to stand closer to the brooms, peering at them closely from under
his heavyset brows. "The other one is yours, yes, Potter?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"Mine is the one on top. See below the name, mine has my initials." Potter went
over to the wall and stood on his tiptoes to look at where Krum was pointing.
 
"Okay, brilliant. It makes sense that yours is the one on top, because it would
be kind of hard for me to reach it."
Potter smiled up at Krum, and Cedric saw the moment Krum fell under its spell
like everyone it had been bestowed on before. Potter seemed to have no idea
that his smile made him look unimaginably endearing, and it was a part of the
reason all the teachers loved him so much, and was why he had a fan club among
the younger members of each house, even Slytherins. Krum gave a small smile
back, which was more of a slight upturn of his lips than anything else, but
made Potter smile wider, before turning away to his trunk, that was lined up
with two others against the wall underneath the brooms. Cedric recognised his
own, and one he presumed was Krum's if the Durmstrang crest on the top was
anything to go by.
 
He looked around and saw Delacour's was against the wall opposite the bathroom,
sitting next to a pale blue dresser and vanity table. Cedric assumed Delacour
had entered the bathroom at some point in the last five minutes as the door was
shut and the sound of a running shower was coming through the door.
 
Cedric went to his own trunk and started looking through it to make sure that
he house-elves who had delivered it had managed to collect everything from
around his bed.
 
"Diggory. Do you have a book that would say anything about Bloodroots? Because
surprise marriage bond or not, Snape would still love any chance to give me a
detention." Cedric looked up at Potter who has his book bag slung over his
shoulder and two books in his arms. "Normally I'd be sharing whatever Hermione
got out of the library, but obviously she isn't here, so I just have to go with
what I have."
 
Cedric did have a book that Potter that would most likely find useful and dug
through his trunk to find it. "Here. It has a section on the poisonous aspects,
but your other books probably have that. This one has a section later that
talks about Herbology exceptions, and there's a part that says, unlike a good
majority of poisonous plants, Bloodroot doesn't allow for an antidote to be
derived from it. You could probably write at least a foot and a half from what
the book says. Except its half past eleven, Potter, are you really going to be
that productive?"
 
Potter smiled in thanks and shrugged. "I'm a bit of an insomniac. I don't often
go to bed before twelve, and mostly after one, so I'll get in at least an hour
of work. I should get half the essay done by then. Thanks for the book."
 
Cedric looked after Potter bemusedly as he left the bedroom and went to sit on
one of the couches in front of the fire, arraying his books around him, and
pulling out what Cedric recognised as a charms textbook to write on.
 
"He is… not vhat I expected." Cedric looked over at Krum who was pulling night
clothes out of his trunk.
 
"Yeah. Everyone has that reaction. He came here in my third year, and we were
all so excited, because Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts, and then this tiny
child ends up in Gryffindor, and he's friendly, but so so shy, and no one had
any idea what to do. He's an incredible flyer though." Cedric grinned across at
Krum, "Honestly he could probably give you a run for your money. I know for a
fact he can pull off a perfect Wronski Feint."
 
"I don't believe you. But it is no matter. I need to sleep. My parents shall be
here tomorrow." Krum stripped out of his formal school robes and uniform, and
pulled on a singlet, and pair of flannel pyjama pants over his boxers. He
climbed into bed as the door to the bathroom opened and Delacour walked out in
a cloud of steam, dressed only in a short nightgown. Cedric had been trying his
hardest to not look at the two of them, but he finally was unable to stop
himself. They were both gorgeous, albeit in very different ways. Delacour
clearly had some kind of Veela heritage, definitely within the last two
generations, because she was classically beautiful in a way that was almost
unnatural. Krum on the other hand had a very European, curved nose, but had a
sharply defined face and jaw, that, when combined with his, clearly harshly
trained, defined body, made a very appealing picture. And everyone was
attracted to Potter on some level, because he took androgyny to a whole new
level, and had enormous green eyes and look of innocence that almost anyone
would love to corrupt.
 
If it truly ended up that Dumbledore had no way of fixing this, well, there
were worse people to be stuck with for life. It was with this thought that
Cedric quickly changed into his own nightclothes and climbed into the massive
bed, quickly falling asleep despite the flickering firelight coming into the
room from the living room.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Viktor woke up with a gorgeous blond pressed close to him on each side and
petit brunet curled up on his chest. For all that the situation was ridiculous,
at least there were some perks.
 
Viktor still wasn't sure that this wasn't some kind of test for the champions,
to test their strength in the face of adversity, or perhaps temptation. He was
mostly sure it wasn't, just because there was currently no existing way of
recreating, or realistically faking, the gold light and the accompanying pain
from last night without it backfiring incredibly. So perhaps Dumbledore had
achieved a feat that no wizard had before in all of history, or he was telling
the truth, and they were all bonded for the rest of their lives. It was
honestly about 50/50 in his mind.
 
Hopefully Dumbledore would clarify when they went to his office this morning.
 
Both Diggory and Delacour began to stir, clearly being woken, as he had, by the
light coming in the window. Delacour moaned softly and pushed her face further
into his chest, while Diggory stretched his legs and arms, snapping his eyes
open when his arm brushed against Potter.
 
"Oh Circe."
 
Diggory's voice clearly reminded Delacour of where she was, and she sighed
before opening her eyes as well. All three of their eyes fell on the beautiful
boy that was still asleep. "Merde. Il est trop mignon."
 
Viktor had to agree with Delacour, Potter did look very cute. His knees were
drawn up in front of his chest, while both his arms were curled up under his
head to act as a pillow.
 
"Too cute. Yeah. He's also fourteen." Diggory's voice was husky with sleep, but
it was still clear that he lacked any conviction in his words.
 
"Fourteen. Putain. Chepás, he seemed very mature last night." Delacour replied.
 
"He's also incredibly stubborn and vaguely terrifying." And Diggory was much
more certain about this.
 
"A challenge then." Viktor took the chance to enter the conversation, and
Diggory just grinned in reply.
 
Before they could talk any more Potter, perhaps stirred by the rumble of
Viktor's chest as he spoke, yawned, and reached up a fist to rub at his eyes.
The same hand then started patting around Viktor's chest and the bed beside
him, and all three of them watched before Diggory started slightly and grabbed
Potter's glasses off the side table and passed them to him.
 
Potter pushed himself up so he was straddling Viktor's stomach and put the
glasses on before opening his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, trying to
wake himself up, then took of his glasses again and cleaned them with the hem
of his oversized shirt, then put them back on his nose.
 
"Good morning."
 
And it's kind of shocking that Potter clearly has no idea what he looks like,
wide-eyed, messy-haired, dressed only in an oversized shirt that hides his
boxers. It's innocent and gorgeous and everything that Viktor would love to
mess up, and it's clear from their earlier comments that his fellow Champions
feel the same.
 
"Dobro utro."
 
Potter peered back at them all, looking between each of their faces. "Do you
want me to see if I can get breakfast sent up here? 'Cause I don't really want
to go to the Great Hall."
 
Viktor shrugged, not really caring either way, and so did Diggory. Delacour
only asked that he ensure some fruit was included in their meal.
 
Potter nodded, then turned and crawled off the bed, showing off his tight arse
obscenely. Diggory choked from next to him, obviously just as affected by the
sight. Potter called an extremely excitable house-elf that was happy to bring
them food, then went into the bathroom after collecting a towel and some
clothes from his trunk.
 
As the door shut Viktor pulled himself up to sit against the headboard and
Diggory and Delacour followed his lead. Diggory let out a deep breath of air.
"Ok. A challenge. Absolutely."
 
Viktor spread his legs to allow for his morning erection to fill out again as
he considered the possibilities. Potter on his knees, mouth and throat full of
cock, with his brilliant green eyes tearing up… pressed against Delacour,
whining into her mouth as she played with his tiny cock and pretty arse… him
and Diggory fucking him from both ends, or both in one hole, stuffing him full
'till he cries… any of them bending him over or using his mouth at any time.
"We will not try to break this bond then?"
 
"Non. But we will 'ave to work together or it will fall apart."
 
Yeah, Viktor could definitely see the perks of the situation.
 
===============================================================================
 
Harry led the way to Dumbledore's office as the only one of them who had ever
been there before. It was midway through first period, so it was unlikely they
would run into any students, but Harry had made sure to stick to lesser used
hallways and to stay far away from the bathroom older couples liked to sneak
into.
 
As they came up to the familiar gargoyle Harry spoke the password the
Headmaster had given him the night before, "Cockroach Cluster", and then
continued on the moving staircase, looking over his shoulder to check the
others were following.
 
At the top of the stairs, Dumbledore called them in before he could knock , and
so Harry continued in to the surprisingly full room. A second look quickly
revealed that Dumbledore was standing in front of his fireplace, Mr Diggory and
a woman who was likely his wife were standing quite close to him, a woman who
looked eerily like Fleur standing next to a short, rotund man were next to
Dumbledore's desk, and a couple who were, judging by the other people in the
room, Krum's parents, completed the loose circle, standing in front of one of
the tables of spindly objects. Harry walked over to Dumbledore , skirting
around the edge of the room, while the others went to greet their parents.
 
"Harry, my boy. How was your night." Dumbledore asked quietly.
 
Harry grinned wryly. "Eventful."
 
Dumbledore smiled back. "I can't argue with that. I would like you to trust me
please, Harry, and not interrupt for the next few minutes."
 
"Of course, sir. I mean, sir, I already do."
 
Dumbledore's smile widened and the fond look in his eye increased. "Thank you,
Harry." He then turned to face the room proper, raising his hand to call for
quiet. "Good morning Mr Diggory, Mr Krum and Miss Delacour. I have already
explained to your parents the salient points, including the fact that there is
currently no way for the bond to be broken, and the likelihood of one being
discovered is unlikely. Now, while the situation is unorthodox, proper protocol
must be observed, and so I have given the use of my office to you all for the
day. Lunch and afternoon tea shall be delivered, and you need only call at any
time for refreshments and they shall be received."
 
Dumbledore then turned back to Harry, but spoke loud enough for the rest of the
room to hear. "It is a curious power of the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW that
their office becomes an entirely neutral, completely separate country, 
presumably so that they can meet with whomever they like no matter their
country of origin or place of origin. Now, as soon as I leave I would like you
to go and look under my desk and all shall become clear."
 
He smoothed a hand through Harry's hair, then turned and stepped into the fire,
disappearing in a flash of green flame.
 
Harry only stared into the fire for a minute before he shook his head and
walked to Dumbledore's desk, and looked into the space the Headmaster's feet
would normally rest. He wasn't sure what he was looking at for a moment, but as
his eyes focused he easily recognised the dark shape.
 
"Padfoot?!" Harry exclaimed. "Padfoot, is that you?"
 
Out from under the desk came the familiar form of Harry's godfather. He was in
his animagus form, and looking much better. He was no longer as skinny, and his
coat looked shiny and thick, unlike the tangled mess it had been at the end of
last year.
 
"Come on, Siri, change back." Padfoot woofed, then seamlessly changed back into
a man, kneeling opposite Harry. Harry barely had a chance to see his face
before he was pulled into a tight hug that he gladly reciprocated.
 
He had missed Sirius, as, for all that they sent letters back and forth,
actually seeing him face to face was so much better.
 
"How are you, Harry?" Sirius asked, his voice muffled by Harry's hair.
 
"Great! Or I was but…"
 
"Yeah. But. Don't worry. I'll make sure you come out of this okay."
 
"Thanks, Siri." Harry nuzzled his face into Sirius' shoulder, basking in his
warm hug. In his excitement Harry had managed to forget everyone else in the
room, so the sound of a cough startled him slightly.
 
"Mr Potter. Would you care to introduce us to your… friend?" Monsieur Delacour
asked.
 
Harry pulled out of Sirius' hug reluctantly, and stood up to face the rest of
the room. "Er- yeah. I will. Just remember what Dumbledore said about this room
being a separate country or something."
 
M. and Mme Delacour and Mr Diggory all nodded, but M. Delacour was the only one
to actually reply. "He meant that this office is a separate State with complete
diplomatic immunity, Mr Potter."
 
"Yeah. Thanks. Ok, so that means um…" Harry trailed off, and just waved a
Sirius to stand up. Sirius slung his left arm over Harry's shoulder, but kept
his right on his wand, and Harry kept his own wand gripped tightly in his hand
as well.
 
It was fortunate that they did so because both Mr Diggory and Mrs Krum had shot
out a stupefy and what Harry barely recognised as a modified expelliarmus
commonly used on the duelling circuit because it incorporated a sharp pain to
make the recipient reflexively loosen their grip. Harry and Sirius had both put
up a shield which reflected the two spells into the walls, but did not allow it
to dispel, wary of further attacks.
 
"So that means" Harry continued. "that currently Sirius is not subject to any
country's laws, and is, when in this office, a free man. He is also entirely
innocent of every crime except breaking out of Azkaban, but I don't really
expect you to believe me."
 
Sirius let his shield vanish and indicated for Harry to do the same. "I do love
that you're protecting me, Harry, but I'm here to protect you today, and deal
with the absolute disaster that is your life right now. Come, let's all sit
down and have some tea."
 
Harry and Sirius moved around the desk and into one of the comfortable puffy
chairs Dumbledore had most likely transfigured into place around a sturdy oak
table that was reminiscent of the tables in the Great Hall. It was because of
this that Harry wasn't surprised when tea, biscuits and finger sandwiches
appeared arrayed around the table when everyone had sat down, each family unit
taking a side of the square table, the Krum's across from him, and the
Delacour's and Diggory's to Harry's left and right respectively.
 
"Well, isn't this cozy. How've you been, Amos?" Sirius asked cheerfully then
turned to address Harry, "We went to Hogwarts at the same time you know,
although he was a year or two above me, and a Hufflepuff."
 
Harry rolled his eyes, and elbowed Sirius in the side. "Stop it, Siri. Look at
him, he's halfway to trying to curse you again. Tell me why you're here."
 
"Because you're married."
 
"So…?"
 
"I'm the closest thing you have to family right now. I'm here to represent your
interests. Just like these fine people are here to represent their lovely sons
and daughters as well."
 
"What do you mean."
 
"It's stuff to do with inheritances and children and living arrangements and
expectations and the like. Normally it's all squared away before the big day,
but obviously this is a bit unorthodox."
 
The rest of those seated at the table had been surprisingly quiet up until now,
but Mr Diggory took this chance to butt in. "And what would you know about
that, you traitor."
 
Sirius snarled, baring his teeth in a frightening display. "All the newspapers
had to say last year was that it was clear that my 'Black blood was showing
again', but you seem to have forgotten exactly what being a Black is.
Considering your son is now married to one that’s a dangerous thing to have
done."
 
"My son isn't married to a Black." Mrs Diggory spat with disgust.
 
"Harry's my heir." Sirius replied with a harsh grin.
 
"As amusing as this English spat is, we do have other things we need to focus
on." Monsieur Delacour interrupted, speaking English with only the barest hint
of an accent. "I think the most pressing issue would be children, non? And
perhaps family lines?"
 
Mrs Krum rapped her knuckles on the table to draw attention to herself. "Well
obviously Viktor requires an heir, and you, Potter." She pointed at Harry and
he nodded in reply. "So they should be first, before the other two have their
children. And Delacour must have Viktor's first child. Veela are native to
Bulgaria. They shall live there for at least half the year."
 
"Excuse-moi?" Madame Delacour cried out, clearly offended. "Je suis français.
Ma famille a été française pour les générations. Habiteront en Bulgare. Pah."
 
"Veela сабългарски . Самозащотовашетосемействолевиянеозначава,
ченесавсеощебългарски . Товаевероятно,
завреметонавашетосемействопризнавасинаследство." Mrs Krum replied, sounding all
the more  angry for having dropped into her native language.
 
"Leurs patrimoine!? Vraiment!? Vous rigolez." Monsieur Delacour snorted.
 
"As amusing as this international spat is…" Sirius drawled. "Perhaps we could
get back to the matter at hand?"
 
All of those involved in the argument flushed slightly, clearly having
forgotten where they were.
 
"So Krum requires an heir, the Diggory's and Delacour's would presumably like
children but do not need an actual heir, and Harry needs two heirs. Does that
sound right to everyone?" Sirius was twirling his wand between his fingers, in
a move Harry clearly recognised as threatening. He smiled when no one spoke up
to contradict him. "Good. Now, Harry will carry his, because the two boys need
to be the other fathers."
 
"What? Why?" All four of the champions had been quiet up until this point,
likely simultaneously not wanting to get in the middle of one of the fights
that had occurred, and slightly terrified of Sirius, but Cedric clearly
couldn't hold his tongue any longer.
 
"The Black's must be Tourjours Pur and the Potter's are so light that both
Krum's delightful dark heritage, and Delcour's veela heritage would cause the
child to be a squib if the magic were to mix. Of course Harry doesn't fit the
requirements for either of the Houses, but he's so powerful it doesn't matter."
Sirius replied acting in a manner that would suit a Malfoy more than it does
his godfather. "But this is just a formality as there shall be no children for
at least fifteen years, and preferably longer."
 
"Oui, I think zat is something we can all agree on." Madame Delacour replied.
 
"Well, of course." Mr Diggory agreed pompously. "They are all still at school,
and I know Cedric, at least, has high aspirations for his career. He cannot be
distracted by children this early in life."
 
"Unlike your Cedric, Viktor is already successful, and actually has something
to contribute to this marriage. Your boy has, vhat? His allowance? And Miss
Delacour is the same. What is that English saying? All flash and no substance.
It seems you all benefit and my family does not."
 
Harry had been content to sit there while the adults tried to work it out,
because he could see that for all they were fighting, they were at least
getting somewhere. But now it was clear that they all were working toward their
own interests, and refused to concede to anyone. "You do all realise that this
bond can't be broken. Like, there is literally no way for us to… divorce or
whatever. So getting offended about monetary contributions or whatever
imaginary grievance you can all pull out of your arses, is ridiculous. Could we
all just please just cover the basic formalities, because we're all stuck at
Hogwarts for the next year anyway, and I'm slightly more concerned about the
lethal tournament some wanker entered me in, and what it actually consists of."
 
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Potter was still curled up in a chair, his feet tucked under him, resting
against his godfathers side. He should not look that threatening. Although,
that he was tucked up next to Sirius Black, was exuding enough magic to create
a slight breeze, and was glaring at them all with almost glowing green eyes.
Well. Fleur felt she was justified in being threatened. And when Potter turned
to look at each of his bond mates in turn, well, Fleur wasn't surprised that
her hands were shaking the tiniest bit.
 
"You all trust that your parents will act in your best interests right?" Potter
continued on without waiting for them to reply. "And I know that Siri won't
screw me over, so, because only a complete idiot would enter themselves into a
competition they know nothing about, why don't we leave them here, and go
elsewhere so you can explain it to me."
 
Potter, stood up, and Fleur followed, after looking at her parents and seeing
them similarly cowed. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Krum did the
same, while Diggory just shrugged his father's hand off his shoulder, and
pulled his arm away from his mother, before following behind them.
 
Potter led them to a door Fleur would never have noticed if it had not been
pointed out to her. Just how often was Potter in his Headmaster's office to be
able to know about this room, and to not see an issue with just entering it?
 
There were a series of sky blue armchairs and lounges arranged in a square-like
formation, and the walls were lined with books from floor to ceiling.
 
All of them were silent when they sat down, which, really, wasn't all that
surprising. For all that they had not separated since the night before, there
hadn't been that much chance for conversation, and really all they had talked
about was how to get the one who wasn't there into bed. Definitely a great
foundation for a relationship.
 
"There are three tasks. One to test our courage, one to test our mind and one
to test our power. Each one is meant to represent a school, although there is
…contention about which represents which." Fleur figured she should speak if no
one else would.
 
"Yeah, some people think Durmstrang is power, and Hogwarts is courage, and some
think it’s the other way around, and other people are sure power is
Beauxbatons. It doesn't really matter. We have to do all three tasks anyway.
Traditionally we don't get told about the first task, then we get a clue for
the second task, and get explicitly told about the third one. Courage, mind and
power, see?" Diggory elaborated on what she had said, speaking directly to
Potter.
 
"Right, but they're all a test of magical prowess, right?" Potter asked.
 
"Da." Replied Krum.
 
"Right. So like, if I die, how does that effect the bond?"
 
"What?" Diggory asked, clearly shocked. Although why he was, Fleur had no idea.
Potter was a pragmatist, him wondering about this was no surprise.
 
"Well they are tasks for the most talented students of each school, and even if
I were absurdly talented for my age, I still wouldn't be as good as any of you.
If people of your calibre can die in this tournament, then I have almost no
chance." Which was absolutely correct and very worrying.
 
"If any of us die in the next year then the rest of us vill be magically
crippled for the rest of our lives. If it happened after a year, ve vould be
fine, technically, but it has been described as a sense of extreme loss,
similar to losing a body part. Something that isn't life-threatening, but is
certainly life-changing."
 
 "Well then. You'll all have to help me stay alive then. It's not like I'm
going to win." Potter shrugged.
 
"You aren't even going to try? What about the wealth and fame that comes with
winning? Don't you want that?" Fleur asked. She couldn't understand why the boy
wouldn't want to at least try? He had been given a chance most people would
kill for.
 
"Fleur I'm the heir to two Ancient Houses, and have been famous since before I
could walk. I honestly could not care less about what this tournament could
give me." Which was a very valid point, and Fleur flushed slightly as she
realised she had completely forgotten
 
"D'accord. Well, we have close to a month until the First Task, so perhaps we
could focus on other matters, non.”
 
Krum looked across at her, “Vat did you haff in mind?”
 
“Well, we are bonded.” Fleur let her voice lower slightly, and trailed one hand
through her hair and down over her chest. “Perhaps we should get to know each
other better, hmm?” She got up and walked over to where Krum and Diggory were
sitting next to each other, swaying her hips as she did so. She relished in how
both boys’ eyes trailed over her body, and Diggory’s soft, barely audible
groan. She sat next to Krum and placed a hand on his defined jaw and pulled him
into a kiss. He hadn't shaved that morning, so his stubble scratched at her
lips, and his skilled kiss was far better than she thought it would be. His arm
wound around her waist, his large hand gripping her hip tightly and twisting
her body toward his. Fleur ran her tongue over his lower lip then detached
their mouths. She leant over Krum - Viktor's - lap, and pressed her mouth to
Cedric's. He was far bolder than Viktor, opening his mouth immediately and
twining their tongues together. He was the one to pull away this time, and
turned to slam his mouth against Viktor's. Their kiss was far harsher than what
either of them had given her. They bit at each other's lips and Viktor's hand
came up from Cedric's waist to grip his hair and pull his head back. They
likely would have kept going if they had not heard a whine from across the
room.
 
Potter was still curled up in his chair, but he was staring at them intently,
his pupils were blown wide and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth.
Seeing them all look at him, Harry whined again, and tightened his grip around
his knees. The boy was so overwhelmed, likely going through the first sexual
experience of his life.
 
Fleur reached out her hand, and beckoned Harry over. "Come here, 'Arry." He
uncurled from the chair, and stumbled over to stand in front of them, awkwardly
holding his hand over his groin in an attempt to hide the small bulge there.
Fleur grabbed his hand and pulled him even closer, and Viktor reached out to
hold onto his hips and draw him up to straddle his lap. Cedric pulled Harry's
glasses off, and set them off to the side, and Harry blinked a few times in
quick succession, all the while moving his hips jerkily against Viktor's.
 
Viktor gripped Harry's hips tightly, halting his movement, and Cedric put his
hand under Harry's chin and turned his head to face him. "You haven't dated
anyone, have you?" Harry shook his head, but stayed silent, clearly
embarrassed, and Cedric moved his hand so he was holding Harry in place at the
base of his neck. "Have you thought about girls, though? Or boys?" Harry
nodded. "And you think we're all attractive, don’t you?" Harry sucked his lip
into his mouth and worried it with his teeth. God the boy was so innocent. So
corruptible. Fleur was very much looking forward to actually bedding him, and
teaching him to please her exactly as she liked. "It looked like you enjoyed it
when you came over here." Cedric implored, coaxing Harry to give a tiny nod.
"Then let us make you feel better." And before even waiting for a reply, Cedric
leaned forward and captured Harry's bitten-red lips. And the boy responded so
beautifully, gasping softly before gripping Viktor's shirt with one hand and
the other wrapping around Cedric's forearm, his hand too small to wrap fully
around it.
 
Fleur felt a familiar low heat run through her abdomen, incredibly turned on by
the fact that this boy is the same one who was so terrifying before, and he was
all theirs, and turned to press her breasts to Viktor's arm, and pressed a
series of kisses up his jaw, but was distracted before she could go further by
Viktor's biceps bunching and relaxing, so she looked down to see he had coaxed
Harry into moving his hips again, grinding the boys arse into his cock, and
pressing the boys own tiny need forward into his stomach.
 
Wanting to make the boys first orgasm into a combined effort, Fleur reached
down one hand to rub at the front of Harry's pants. She didn't do much more
than press the palm of her hand against the bulge, but didn't need to as,
before long, Harry's whines rose in pitch, and he shuddered through his orgasm,
moaning into Cedric's mouth. He collapsed against Viktor's chest breathing
heavily, but only before a moment before squeaking and trying to rise up to his
knees, although Viktor's grip on his hips stopped him from moving anywhere.
 
Instead the boy bit his lip again, looked across at Cedric's groin, and peeking
through his eyelashes, switching his gaze between the two boys, gestured
vaguely downwards, and asked, "Do you want me to. Um."
 
God. The boy was perfect. Or at least he would be.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Consequences suck, and everyone is still obsessed with sex.
Chapter Notes
     Underage warning. Please read end notes for more detail.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Gods this boy. Cedric's forever, and perfect.
 
Yeah, Cedric was sure that whatever was decided in the other room, he could
live with it so long as he could spend the rest of his life with the other
three. If nothing else there'd be an absolute abundance of orgasms.
 
"No, Harry, it's okay. It'd take us a bit longer to come, and we don't want any
of our parents to walk in on that."
 
"Um. Okay." Harry shifted on Krum's lap, and grimaced, likely at the wet
feeling in his pants. Cedric drew his wand and murmured a charm most boys
learnt soon after they arrived at Hogwarts, and Harry smiled gratefully at him,
his cheeks still flushed from arousal and embarrassment.
 
"'Arry." Fleur captured Harry's chin in her hand, and turned his face towards
her. Cedric was sure this was a habit they were all going to pick up. "We shall
show you 'ow to please us all when we get ze chance. We know you are younger
zan us, and want to 'elp you."
 
Harry's cheeks burned a brighter red, which was not helping Cedric's attempts
to dampen his arousal, but he did look at them all and thanked them softly when
they nodded.
 
It was likely that Fleur had not planned for any of them to go beyond kissing
when she had decided to seduce them, but had been side-tracked like the rest of
them when Harry had proven to be so responsive. So Cedric decided to give them
all a little space and an opportunity to calm down. "How about we keep getting
to know each other. Like ask each other questions that we have to answer."
Cedric huffed a laugh. "God it's like we're on a bad first date."
 
"I've been on vorse, although I do not normally end up married." Viktor
replied, his lips upturned into a slight smile.
 
"Really? I wouldn't think that being… well, you, would give you tons of
opportunities for dating." Cedric turned in his seat, drawing one knee up onto
the lounge, so that he could see the others without twisting uncomfortably.
 
"It doesn't. But there are public appearances I haff to do sometimes. For media
attention. It is almost worth it to be married now, because I don't haff to
pretend to go on a date while reporters are sitting at all the tables around
me."
 
God, maybe being an internationally famous quidditch player wasn't worth it.
 
… Nah, it totally was.
 
"Is there a lot you have to do because of quidditch?" Harry asked, looking very
interested in the answer.
 
"There is now because I am overage. But when I vas younger I was only expected
to do publicity at the actual games. I shall haff a pass for that this year,
however, because of the Tournament. I shall be practicing and playing some of
the games, but enough people will be interested in the Tournament to cover my
contract requirements."
 
"I will be interesting to see 'ow zey cover ze Tournament, because of zis…
kerfuffle."
 
"Probably some star-crossed lovers bullshit. Completely forgetting, of course,
that we are already married, and only going to be in competition for a year."
Cedric said, wryly. "We'll probably be in the papers a lot this year. My dad'll
be happy with that."
 
Harry sighed heavily. "Just what I need. More publicity."
 
"Would you not be 'appy with that? Most people desire fame, after all."
 
Harry shook his head. " No. I never wanted any of it. The whole Boy-Who-Lived
thing is pretty tiring. I just want to be normal."
 
"I'm sure it's easy to say zat from where you are." Fleur replied, dismissively
 
Harry reared back slightly, then pushed himself of Viktor's lap and stood up.
"Right, because I just love being famous for surviving my own murder.
Especially when my parents didn’t." Harry went back into Dumbledore's office,
slamming the door behind him.
 
Cedric winced. That really could have gone better. "Uh, a word of advice, don't
mention his parents. Like ever. He'll hex you before you have a chance to
blink."
 
Cedric stood up, readjusting his now deflated erection and followed Harry back
into the office. Cedric could see his parents looked furious, their
presumptions of grandeur having been thoroughly shattered by all the actually
important people in the room.
 
Cedric knew his father held an important place in the Ministry, but there was a
difference between just being a pureblood, and being a properly high-born
pureblood like Black or the Krums. Or even Harry Potter, who despite being a
halfblood came from one of the most prominent families of Magical Britain.
 
Not that it would be a problem for Cedric, however. He was married to both of
them.
 
Cedric was married to a fourteen year old. He had to have sex with a fourteen
year old. Cedric would have been content with just consummating the marriage
and then spending the next few years properly bringing Harry into his, Viktor's
and Fleur's sex life, but the other two were clearly not prepared to put their
sex lives on hold until Harry was actually ready.
 
If only consummation could be staggered. Cedric had no idea how the emperor,
kings and pharaohs of old managed to fuck their seven, eight, ten, fifty
partners one after the other, with only minutes between each coupling.
 
He sighed to himself, at least they didn't have to worry about underage
concerns. Although, Harry had been receptive. And he'd been gorgeous spread out
on Viktor's lap. His desperate whining had pushed Cedric closer to the edge
than he'd like to admit.
 
And remembering it was making him hard again. Reminiscing would be better
served when he wasn't in the room with his parents, his parent's in law, and
Sirius fucking Black.
 
 
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Perhaps Potter and the others had been prepared to trust their parents and
guardians to draw up their contract, but Viktor planned to read over every line
and every term until he was certain of his every obligation.
 
And his parents knew that, which was why they were happy to push for an extra
day before officially signing the document.
 
Currently Viktor was back in his room on the Durmstrang boat, indulging in a
glass of raika. He wasn't allowed to drink much, due to his contract with the
Bulgarian national team, and likely the one he'd be signing with an EQL team
sometime this year, with him starting playing next year. The EQL was the best
in the world, having both the most money to burn, and a longer tradition of
organised Quidditch than any other country, and after his showing at the World
Cup, teams would be lining up to sign him.
 
The media attention this new marriage would bring could only help in this
regard. Honestly, Viktor couldn’t see many major reasons against this marriage.
Sure, he would have preferred it didn’t happen in the first place, but now that
it had, what it brought him significantly outweighed what it took away.
 
The contract was overly complicated, because of course it was, but a
significant part of that was creating the expected pre-nupital heir and money
agreements, after the fact. Both Cedric and Fleur had been awarded an
allowance, split equally from his and Harry's family vaults, whilst both Cedric
and Fleur were never to have access to either the Potter, Krum or Black trusts,
but could, if awarded permission, access Viktor's personal funds from his
Quidditch career, or Harry's trust fund. Technically Harry and Viktor could
have the same rights to Fleur and Cedric's vaults, but, well, why would they
ever need to?
 
The requirements for children were also made into terms, but Fleur was required
to be on birth control until she was at least thirty-three, and no ritual for
any of the males could be considered before Harry turned thirty. Viktor had not
even begun to consider children, so this was very relieving. He was sure Black
had been the one to push this, as his parent's certainly didn't and both the
Diggorys and Delacours would probably prefer a child as soon as possible.
 
And of course, the living situation terms were a complete mess.
 
"Viktor, open the door!"  
 
Viktor smiled, and weakly accio'd the door handle, allowing Dimitri to waltz in
and flop on his bed, collecting the bottle of raika on his way passed.
 
"This bad?" He questioned, shaking the bottle.
 
Viktor grunted, before tossing the contract onto the table next to him and
turning to face his friend properly. "Worse. I'm married. Traditionally."
 
"Well, shit. All four of you?" After Viktor nodded, Dimitri leaned over to fill
up Viktor's glass, and grab another one out of the cabinet next to his chair.
"How did your parents take it?"
 
"Well Potter is also Heir Black, but Delacour is Veela and Diggory is middle-
class."
 
"But it's traditional, so they can't do anything about it."
 
"Exactly." Viktor tipped his glass, and then took a sip.
 
Dimitri leaned back on the bed, and let a leer slip onto his face. "An actual
veela though, you lucky, lucky man. French and human raised. She's going to be
fierce, but at least she won't burn your dick off."
 
"She might bite it if she thought I deserved it, though. French, you know."
 
"You always did like the dangerous ones."
 
Viktor hummed, and went back to staring at the thick pile of parchment next to
him. Dimitri was used to him brooding, so just poured another glass, and
settled into wait.
 
He was very glad he had this room to retreat to, and Viktor was sure he would
be spending a fair amount of time here over the year, whenever he wanted to get
away from his new husbands and wife. Although he would make sure to spend each
night in their new bed, if only for the gorgeous people that would be in it.
 
He should probably head up there now honestly. Viktor drained his glass, and
turned back to Dimitri. "I'm not going to be sleeping in here this year, so you
can tell the others if they want to use it if they get lucky, its fine. But
tell them not to touch my stuff, and to replace any alcohol they drink."
 
Most of the other boys had been jealous that Viktor got his own room on the
ship, when everyone else had to share, but no matter what would have happened
with the tournament, Viktor's self-study would have meant he'd need the space.
Everyone else would be learning in one of the Hogwarts classrooms, and so could
deal with having to share a room.
 
Dimitri stood up when he did, indicating they would walk up to the castle
together. Strolling down the gangplank, and onto the lakeshore, Viktor took in
the sight of Hogwarts lit up against the dark sky. It was much more beautiful
than Durmstrang, a grand castle compared to the haphazard collection of
buildings that had been built over time as Durmstrang grew in prominence. But
then, Hogwarts' inception was a point of pride for England, whereas the fact
that Durmstrang started as a hedge school was not really something anyone
talked about.
 
Pushing open the massive doors, Viktor waved goodbye to Dimitri, not wanting to
eat with a few hundred other children who were mostly all obsessed with him.
While he was sure it would happen, he wanted to delay as long as possible the
day they were comfortable enough to come up and talk to him. Maybe he could ask
Harry how he managed it.
 
It took Viktor a while to make it up to their rooms, even with the beacon he
kept in his trunk, due to the winding nature of the stairs and corridors. He
noticed Harry sitting on one of the couches flipping something in his hands,
and so crossed over to sit in the armchair opposite him.
 
"Could you get a house-elf to bring up dinner?"
 
Harry blinked across at him, then nodded, calling one of the ridiculous names
the English called their elves, and waved its attention to him, letting Viktor
choose what he would like. He asked the elf to bring enough up for two, and to
keep an ear out in case they requested more, he wasn't sure where Cedric or
Fleur were.
 
Viktor only picked at his meal when it arrived, as English food was too fatty
compared to what he was used to. He would need to talk to the elves about
organising a specific diet for him. Viktor had to keep on the wrong side of
skinny, and despite his training regime, too much food would translate to
muscle mass, which was even heavier than fat. Seekers had to be light, but
balancing that against the strength needed to fly on a broom was crucial.
 
He noticed that Harry was doing the same, but it seemed that it was more due to
being distracted than any worry about his weight. He was very skinny though,
perhaps he took his flying more seriously than most students. Cedric very
clearly didn't, because while he was fit for a school level playing, he was too
broad, clearly spending more training on building strength than endurance.
 
After finishing most of his meal, Viktor figured he should make an attempt at
conversation. He waved at the badge Harry had set down when their meal arrived.
"What is that for?"
 
Harry's face visibly soured, and he just picked it up and flicked it at Viktor.
The badge read 'Support Cedric Diggory, the real Hogwarts Champion.' Charming.
 
Harry clearly saw his reaction, and snorted softly. "It gets better. Press it."
 
Viktor did so, and the words changed to say 'Potter stinks.'
 
"A sickle a piece, and they're charmed to just show the Hogwarts crest to
anyone over twenty."
 
"Are many people buying them?" Viktor asked, passing the badge back, although
judging by Harry's mood when he walked it, he could guess the answer.
 
"Only about half the school and every single Hufflepuff."
 
Viktor quirked an eyebrow in question, and Harry explained. "Cedric's house.
They don't traditionally win things, so him being Champion is massive for them.
I'm not surprised, really. They all clumped after the parselmouth thing too."
 
It took Viktor a minute to work out what the word meant, it being fairly
obscure, but finally connected the term to the Hogwarts founder who could speak
to snakes.. "Someone at the school is a parselmouth?"
 
Harry shrugged, "Yeah. I am."
 
"Isn't that family rather dark? How did they marry into the Potter family?"
 
Harry stood up, gripping the badge tightly in his hand. "I'm not fucking
related to Voldemort." He took a deep breath to visibly calm himself down. "I
need to go for a walk." He strode into the bedroom, and Viktor heard his trunk
lid slam against the wall.
 
Behind him the door opened, and he twisted around to nod at Cedric as he walked
in. Before Cedric could reply, Harry slammed out of the bedroom, an
Invisibility cloak swirling around his shoulders, and a folded piece of
parchment in one hand. He caught sight of Cedric and threw at badge in his
other hand at Cedric's head. "Cedric, your housemates are all fucking dicks."
With that, he swept out of the room, pulling the hood over his head and
vanishing from sight as the door closed.
 
Viktor was still too caught on the sudden turn of the conversation to Voldemort
to care overly much.
 
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Harry had spent most of the night out roaming the castle, avoiding patrolling
prefects, and Mrs Norris with ease. He knew he was brooding, but he'd had an
awful day, and just wanted a chance to vent, even if it was just in his head.
 
He'd returned to the rooms in the early morning, and had caught a few hours of
sleep. It would make for a long day, but he had done it before and surely would
again.
 
He had woken up before any of the others, and was mostly ready for the day
before Cedric finally stumbled out of bed. Both Viktor and Fleur were still
asleep, but Harry didn't need to wake them, as they started class later in the
day.
 
Harry shuffled around in his trunk, pulling out a few books that he stored in
his bag, after checking his timetable for his classes, and tucked a few quills
and a pot of ink into a side pocket.
 
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed Viktor pushing up to sit against
the headboard, letting Fleur curl into his hip.
 
"Cedric" Harry called, holding a book. "Here is your herbology text. Thanks for
lending it to me. Snape will have to give me at least an Acceptable for this."
 
Cedric took the book, and dropped it on top of his own trunk, but then turned
back to Harry with a questioning expression, his hands pausing on his buttons.
 
"Why are you only okay with an A? You should really be trying harder than
that."
 
Harry noticeably rolled his eyes. "Snape hates me. He never grades me
properly."
 
"He's a teacher. He wouldn't do that, no matter what he thinks of you."
 
"He does." Harry insisted. " But, whatever. I need to get to breakfast." Harry
picked up his book bag, trying to get out of the room ahead of Cedric, but
paused when Cedric grabbed his shoulder.
 
"What." He asked, maybe a bit too hostile, as Cedric flinched back quickly.
 
"I'm just -er, going to ask them to, maybe stop wearing the badges. My
housemates at least. I'm sure Slytherins are wearing them too, but they won't
really listen to me."
 
"Right. Thanks. Good luck with that." Harry rolled his eyes as he left the
room. There was no way the ever-loyal Hufflepuffs would even consider it. Or
maybe they would. Cedric was fairly popular and well liked. Harry honestly
didn't care either way.
 
Walking into the Great Hall sent a ripple of quiet around the room before a the
traditional dull roar returned, although there were too many people now looking
at him, or just blatantly pointing. Harry just ignored all of this and strode
across to drop in between Hermione and Ron.
 
"Anyone else feel like gouging Malfoy's eyeballs out with one of his stupid
badges, or is it just me?"
 
Ron laughed, "Not just you, mate, although I always feel like that about the
prick.
 
Hermione scolded Harry over the top of Ron. "Harry. That's unsanitary. Use a
hex instead."
 
Harry blinked at Hermione. While she normally tolerated Harry and Ron imagining
various ways to maim Malfoy, because she disliked him as much as any
Gryffindor, she rarely, if ever, encouraged them.
 
"He is completely beyond the pale. The badges are far worse than your normal
feud, and it's now just outright systematic bullying. Especially because the
Hufflepuffs are all wearing them too."
 
Harry shrugged. "Cedric said he would talk to them about stopping."
 
"He should have talked to them yesterday." Ron growled.
 
"I don't think he knew about them until I threw one at him last night
actually."
 
"Yes, because throwing it at him is certainly going to make him more
sympathetic, Harry." Hermione chided.
 
"I had a long day. Whatever, I don't care about it. Malfoy is going to flash
them around in Potions today, no matter what." With that, Harry hunkered down
over his breakfast. He wanted to talk to both his friends about the whole
situation he was in, having not had a chance when he dropped by Gryffindor
Tower yesterday evening, but he would wait until they were away from all the
listening ears around them.
 
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Potions had been as bad as Harry expected, especially after a day of classes
with every Slytherin pushing 'Potter Stinks' in his face every chance they had.
Snape had been in fine form, scathing vitriol coming at Harry for the whole
lesson. Snape had even left Neville alone for the lesson, completely ignoring
his failed potion beyond taking a moment to take 30 points.
 
Harry left the room the minute the class finished, tugging Hermione and Ron
along by their robe sleeves, and they wound through corridors until they found
an empty corridor on the fourth floor, and ducked into a room.
 
They crossed to sit on the ground just in front of the desk, after Harry spread
his cloak out on the ground. Hermione pulled out a jar from her bag, and
spelled the bluebell flames inside of it.
 
Huddling around the flames, as they had been since first year, Harry finally
had the chance to talk about what had been worrying him.
 
He spoke down to his lap, his brow furrowed. "We have to share a bed."
 
"All four of you?" Ron asked.
 
Harry nodded.
 
"Did they… um…"
 
Harry nodded again, as Hermione trailed off.
 
"You already had sex?" Ron exclaimed, his voice squeaking.
 
"What? No!?" Harry's head shot up to look at Ron wide eyed. "Why would you
think that?"
 
"You said so!"
 
"No I didn't!"
 
"Shhhh" Hermione interjected. "Someone will hear you."
 
"We didn't have sex." Harry whispered.
 
"Then what were you talking about?"
 
"They -er, kissed me. And." He made a vague, crude motion with his hands. "I'd
made a joke about them being into kids, before, but they just-" Harry paused
again. "They’re all adults."
 
Hermione frowned, wrinkling her nose. "Did you talk to Sirius?"
 
Harry shook his head. "He was already dealing with everything else, already."
 
"What’s the problem though, mate? You are traditionally marriedto a veela.
That's every boys' dream."
 
"Like you don't have a crush on Krum, too." Hermione snapped.
 
"I do not. I just appreciate his flying."
 
"The figurine you keep on your bedside table doesn't have a broom."
 
"It’s not on my bedside table!"
 
"I saw it just yesterday when I had to come and tell you to stop being an idiot
about Harry's predicament."
 
"I wasn't being an idiot."
 
"The first thing you said to me was that he deserved to get expelled."
 
Harry couldn't believe it. Well, he could. He loved both his friends, but they
got caught up in their arguments to a degree that pushed everything else,
including Harry, from their minds. "Guys. Do you mind?"
 
"Oh. Sorry, Harry." Hermione said, sheepishly. "Maybe you could try just
talking to them?"
 
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The amount of times Fleur had been asked about the size of Viktor's dick today
was ridiculous. Even her friends hadn't been immune, keenly listening to her
answer every time she was asked. Not that she'd differed from a haughty sniff,
or piercing glare, depending on how insistent the person asking was.
 
She wondered if any of her new husbands had dealt with this as well. Cedric
likely had, especially because he seemed more approachable than her.
 
It didn't matter. The Beauxbatons students would all remember that her love
life was not up for discussion, and the rest of Hogwarts would quickly learn
the same. Fleur was used to people trying to intrude in her life, and she spent
a significant amount of time building a reputation that would deter them before
they ever approached her. She only hoped that Gabby would be fine back at the
Palace without Fleur there to protect her from the vultures.
 
She arrived back at her Hogwarts rooms after dinner, having been pleasantly
surprised that there was still French style food on offer. She had expected it
to only be there for the welcoming feast before the menu returned to the normal
fare as Beauxbatons would have done that they were hosting the Tournament.
 
In the room, Cedric was sitting in one of the armchairs around the fire,
holding a newspaper, and Viktor was writing a letter. Harry walked in only
moments after she did, clearly having utilised his intimate knowledge of hidden
passageways, as Fleur had not seen him on the long corridor leading up to the
door.
 
Cedric looked up and nodded to both of them, but focussed on back on the paper
in his immediately. "Have you seen the paper today?"
 
Harry shook his head, and Cedric just gestured them both over. A photo of the
Goblet of Fire took up a third of the front page, with the article taking up
the rest, but the bold, moving headline was the most prominent, reading
'Hogwarts Champion Goes for Gold'.
 
Fleur wasn't sure why Cedric seemed so distressed about the article. "Did you
not expect it to be on the front page?"
 
Cedric breathed out a laugh. "I wish. No the article- it's actually about how
I'm marrying up, specifically that the prize money I could win isn't enough,
and that I am marrying you all for your money. 'Going for Gold'"
 
"What?!"
 
Fleur pulled the paper from Cedric's hands, and skimmed over the article
herself. It presented Cedric as desperate to utilise any connection to move up
in the world, implicating, if not actually stating, that he manipulated the
Goblet of Fire somehow to forge their marriage, additionally tricking it into
accepting Harry Potter as a fourth champion.
 
It was all ridiculous leaps of logic, and unfounded statements, but people
would still believe it. This would pass over into France soon enough, and, of
course, that was why Viktor was writing a letter so late in the day. Fleur
needed to pass this onto her parents. Her father couldn't afford a public
scandal like this, and crushing the story before this Skeeter could make any
more of it was crucial.
 
Fleur dropped the paper, and pulled out the protean charmed notebook her father
had given to her when he began properly building his campaign for minister. He
wanted her to be able to communicate with him if anything like this situation
came up, and for once she was glad her parents had such direct and immediate
access to her.
 
She scrawled out a quick note 'Front page. Daily Prophet.' From there her
father's people would be able to deal with the problem. She turned back to
Cedric. "I hope you are looking forward to your mail tomorrow."
 
"Hmm?"
 
"You are going to get so many Howler's, especially because you English seem to
think they are appropriate for expressing unsolicited opinions."
 
Cedric dropped his head into his hands. "What the fuck is going on in my life.
I'm a fucking Hufflepuff."
 
"Welcome to being famous." Viktor drawled, dropping onto the couch next to
Fleur, slumping back into the soft cushions.
 
Harry had been reading the article since Fleur had dropped it, and spoke into
the comfortable silence. "I like this part about 'defiling a national icon' the
most, honestly."
 
Fleur smirked at him. "I don't know if we've got around to defiling, yet."
 
Fleur had been expecting Harry to flush, but instead he only flinched slightly,
and looked away. "Can we- um-" He glanced back at all three of them out of the
corner of his eye. "Go slower with all that?"
 
It took Fleur a moment to understand the term, but when she did she didn't know
how to respond. A boy going through puberty who wasn't desperate for sex? Harry
had seemed into it, and he was certainly attracted to them all.
 
Meanwhile Cedric had nodded immediately, face shocked. "Of course. Sorry."
 
Harry nodded meekly, looking surprised at how no-one had rejected his question.
Perhaps they had been too forceful the other day, too desperate to move to
proper sex themselves.
 
"Of course, Harry. That is no problem. We shall go as slow as you want."
 
Harry smiled slightly, nibbling on his lip, then jerked his head at the bedroom
and hurried off, passing straight through to the bathroom.
 
Fleur watched Harry leave, and the dropped her head onto Viktor's arm .When
they heard the shower start, Cedric was the first to speak. "Well, that doesn't
make me feel any better."
 
"We don't have to actually have to go at his pace. We just have to make it seem
more like a compromise." Fleur replied.
 
She saw a complicated face cross over Cedric's face, but Viktor's response
distracted her. "Especially because I don't want to put my sex life on hold on
for too long."
 
"Exactement."
Chapter End Notes
     Warning: Harry is fourteen in this. Fleur and Cedric are seventeen.
     Viktor is eighteen. There are various combinations herein that that
     are statutory rape.
     I think my opinions about sexual consent are becoming fairly clear
     just in the story, but as a note, underage sex is illegal for a
     reason, and I don't condone this behaviour in real life.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Dragons suck, and there is some actual sex.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: There's some smut. Cedric is still seventeen. Harry is still
     fourteen.
Cedric had always enjoyed his classes. He was smart enough for them not to be
hard, and as a Hufflepuff he had friends in each house that never left him
floundering for a partner. Charms with the Slytherins was always hard though
because Flitwick was an amazing teacher but very hands off for the classes he
didn't like. All the heads of houses favoured their own students, of course,
but it always seemed like the Huflepuffs came off the worst with each teacher.
Flitwick, especially, just spent the class lecturing now, saying that as older
students they should be able to manage their own learning. Cedric was fine, but
that left lots of other students lost on some topics, and he didn't always have
time to tutor around his own classwork. 
Having his own set of rooms was the only good thing to come out of this
tournament mess. He dropped his school bag on the couch as he walked passed,
and was halfway to their sideboard before noticing Sirius Black sitting on the
other side of the room. He jolted slightly, shocked, and still not ready to
assume that the man wasn't going to hurt anyone.
"Um, hi, Sir." He managed to squeak out, before turning back to the sideboard
and making himself a cup of tea.
"Hello, Diggory. I'll have one of those if you don't mind. Milk, no sugar."
"Yeah, sure, no problem, sir." Cedric hunched over the teapot and spooned
another measure of tea leaves out of the jar. He wished it took longer to make
tea, but with always boiling water available in a carafe it was the matter of
moments to prepare it.
He placed the cup down in front of Black, before hurrying back to his own seat,
next to his bag. Cedric mother had hammered manners into him from a young age,
and for that reason only he tried to initiate a conversation. "How have you
been, sir."
"Oh, good," Black replied airily. "Being on the run is good for the heart I've
found. Lot's of fresh air."
Cedric chuckled weakly. "I'm sure. Did Viktor or Fleur come through earlier?"
"Shouldn't you be keeping track of your spouses yourself, especially at this
time of night?"
"We generally do our own thing, you know."
"Sure, sure, of course. But you're all adults, you know."
Right, shit. Black was here for one thing only, and it sure wasn't the tea.
Cedric didn't know where Harry was, and Black was probably going to murder him
for it. Or not murder him, because that would hurt Harry, but torture was
certainly still on the table. Cedric squeaked for the second time that night. 
"Um, yeah. I mean, I only just turned seventeen, you know."
"Mm. Yeah." Black nodded.
Cedric had nothing to say to that, and Black seemed to have no desire to keep
the conversation going, so they sat there in silence until Viktor and Fleur
came through the door two cups of tea later.
"Oh look. All my children-in-law in the same room! All we need is Harry and
we'll have the complete set."
Fleur and Viktor snapped their heads over almost simultaneously, and both froze
as Cedric had when they saw Black, but only for a moment. Viktor just dipped
his head in acknowledgement, while Fleur sunk into a curtsey. "Sir. I didn't
know parents had access to the castle proper. Did Professor Dumbledore let you
in?"
Black nodded back to Viktor before replying to Fleur. "Oh no, I would be
embarrassed if I couldn’t find my way around my alma mater all by myself, don't
you think?"
Fleur nodded, but Cedric interjected quickly. "Wait? Was that actually you
breaking into the castle last year, then?"
"Yeah, of course."
Cedric squeaked again, and he heard Viktor suppress a laugh but ignored it.
"Seriously? You actually broke into the school?"
"Sure. But better me than an actual mass murderer, you know." Black waved his
wand, bringing the teapot over to him from the sideboard, followed by the small
milk jug. "I was only looking to increase my body count by one, anyway."
"Shut up, Sirius, you don't have a body count," Harry spoke from behind them,
dropping his book bag on the floor next to Cedric's. He noticed Harry's was
fairly ratty, especially in comparison to Cedric's brand new satchel.
"Hello, Harry. How was your day." Harry's reply to Black's question was muffled
in Black's shirt as he was wrapped up in a hug. "Good, good. Let's go for a
walk. I'll show you where the kitchens are."
Black led Harry out of the room, Harry throwing a wave over his shoulder, and
Black waving his wand again, flicking his cloak of the rack and out behind
them, the hem sweeping over the doorstep a second before the door slammed shut.
"I do not think he likes us very much." Viktor mused into the silence.
"No, but look on the bright side. We do know he can't murder us."
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Cedric wasn't sure how to prepare for the First Task. It was supposed to test
his bravery and daring, but that could really mean anything. His friends had
helped him brainstorm, looking through records of past Tournaments, finding
what previous champions had faced
Most worryingly was how many had died. Because it was a lot. Which he had
known, because he'd had too many stories told to him by his parents, and by
Binns, to forget how some of the more notorious Champions had achieved their
titles.
But still. Rampaging manticores.
“Hey mate. This one had to fight a runespoor. But get this, he survived, won
the tournament, and then two weeks later died from the venom finally managing
to knock him off.” Cedric turned his head where it was resting on the tabletop
to glare at Gabriel.
“Hey, if they do that again, we know Potter will be fine. He’ll be able to sit
down and have a chat with it.” Cedric turned his head to the other side to
glare at David.
Cedric heard a snort from the other side of the table before James whispered.
“Seriously evil wizard popping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea
with his fanged servant.”
Cedric just lifted his head up from the table to allow it to drop down onto the
hard surface. “Why am I friends with any of you?”
“Forced proximity mostly.” Gabriel said.
“Hey, Cedric.” They heard before anyone had a chance to continue the
conversation. Cedric sat up, looking over to see Harry walking around one of
the stacks and up to their hidden corner of the library.
“Hey, Harry. Uh. How did you find us?” Because this was a very quiet corner of
the library, and it was close to midnight. “Wait, it’s after curfew, what are
you still doing up?”
Harry sent him an incredulous look, before Cedric realised who he was sitting
with. “I’m a prefect, so I’m supervising the rest of them.”
“Right. Good thing I’m with you now, then.”
“That’s not how it works.” Cedric trailed off weakly, when he realised Harry
didn’t care. “Er- why are you here then?”
“You’re doing research for the first task, yeah?”
“Nah mate, we’re here in the library at midnight just for fun. I love reading.”
James said. “Of course we're looking up stuff for the first task.”
“Right, yeah. So it’s -er. Dragons.”
Cedric just blinked.
“Um- yeah, I just saw them. There are four of them in the Forbidden Forest
right now. One for each of us”
“Fuck.” “Holy shit.” “Well, it’s been nice knowing you mate.” Why did Cedric
even like these arseholes?
“Right. Thanks for telling me. Are you going to find Fleur and Viktor now?”
Harry shook his head. “Nah, Maxime and Karkaroff were creeping around the
Forest too, so they’ll be passing it on, no question.
“Anyway, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” And Harry turned and walked
out of their aisle, robe swirling around his – muddy, from the Forbidden Forest
that he just happened to be walking around in? – shoes.
“Wait! Harry-” Cedric leapt up, running around the same corner, only to find
that there was no hint of Harry at all. He turned back to face his friends.
“That was real right?”
All three nodded. “Yeah mate. At least we know what books we need to be looking
in now.” 
“Why do I just feel like I got condescended to by a fourteen-year-old?” Gabriel
mused as they moved a couple of unnecessary piles of books to the floor. “He’s
like half my height and didn't even talk to me.”
"Think about what Cedric's gonna be getting in bed, then." James said.
Wankers.
===============================================================================
 
Talking of being in bed, there are limitations on how far someone can go before
the entire magical aspect of their marriage forces them to consummate, and they
have to do that as a complete group, so Cedric had become intimately acquainted
with Viktor Krum's dick and Fleur's pussy, and Harry's torso if he managed to
catch him in an accommodating mood. Which wasn't often, and he always finished
any session with Harry by searching out one of the others to actually get off
with. He knew they didn't mind because they did the same to him.
Right now he'd managed to walk in on Fleur and Viktor making out, having waved
good bye to Harry on one of his night time wanderings, after a couple of
minutes of kissing and feeling Harry's small hands rubbing over his bare torso.
He hadn't bothered to put a shirt back on and appreciated the looks both of his
spouses sent him when he climbed onto the bed behind Fleur.
"Will Harry be following you in?" Viktor asked, rubbing his fingers over
Fleur's nipple.
"Would I be topless if he was?" Cedric said back, running up Fleur's thigh to
her arse, and then over Viktor's tight abdomen.
"That boy." Fleur sighed. "He's lucky we have each other."
Cedric rolled in closer to them both and pressed his cock up against Fleur's
arse. "We're lucky to have him too."
Viktor groaned, and he looked over Fleur's shoulder to see she had pulled his
cock out too and was stroking it lightly. "Fuck." He pulled the back of Fleur's
nightgown up, so he was rutting against the silk of her panties. "How do we
want to do this?"
Rather than replying, Viktor hitched Fleur's leg up over his hip, running his
mouth down to her full tits so suck a nipple into her mouth. This was a
position they'd been in often, although all of them took a turn at being the
middle, so Cedric took the hint, and, pressing closer to Fleur, tucked his hand
between them to press against her pussy from behind. He could feel the
slickness through the silk and pushed further to rub circles around her clit.
She moaned, and arched her back, pushing her hips back and her chest forward,
and gods, Cedric couldn't get enough of her pale skin in the candlelight, and
the flushed red of the marks Viktor was leaving around her nipples. Further
down, the ruddy head of Viktor's cock flashed in and out of his foreskin with
the motion of Fleur's hands, and Cedric always wanted to get his lips around
it, but now his mouth was actually watering. Viktor was so gorgeous, and during
sex he was so intense He bit his lip, frotted his hips harder against her arse,
and slipped his hand into Fleur's panties, knowing how easy it'd be to get her
off if she was this worked up. 
He dipped the tip of his fingers into her hole to get them properly wet, before
sliding them up to her clit again, running tight circles, that combined with
Viktor's mouth on her tits, easily pushed her into orgasm. He kept his fingers
pressed where they were and waited out the clench of her pussy below them,
before pulling his hand back to strip his own cock until he was coming all over
her arse, groaning into her shoulder.
He lay pressed up against her soft body, floating in the afterglow and barely
noticing the shift of her body as she started to work Viktor's cock again. He
didn't last long, and after a minute Cedric rolled onto his back to pick up his
wand and cast a cleaning charm over them all.
"Do you think Harry knows we do this."
"Of course he does. Go to sleep." Viktor mumbled from where he was wrapped
around Fleur.
===============================================================================

They'd all known about the dragons before the task. Fleur and Cedric had piled
up books on every possibly related topic, and Harry had been talking to his two
friends about little else since. 
Viktor had spent little time researching, and most of his time practising the
few spells he planned on using in the task. He didn't want to overcomplicate
the matter or walk in with a plan that he'd forget in the face of a real live
fucking dragon, so he'd drilled conjunctivitis, confrigo, immobulus and stupefy
until he had them all down perfectly. He was fairly sure his stupefy and his
immobulus would have little effect on a dragon, but everyone had heard the
stories of wizards doing incredible things in dangerous situations, and nothing
got the blood pumping more than a dragon trying to kill you.
Karkaroff had told him about the task weeks ago, but he was still not over what
the actual task required. He'd studied past Tournaments, of course, but they'd
been cancelled due to safety reasons, and so it had stood to reason that there
would have been some changes to the protocol before they restarted it. But
apparently not.
If he got injured in a way that was actually lasting, which dragon fire could
do, his manager would kill him, and he'd be in danger of his contract being
terminated.
His father would fight it, of course, putting the full strength of the Krum
name behind the lawsuit, but Viktor had read his contract through before he'd
signed it, and 'intentional reckless endangerment resulting in permanent
injury' was a clearly defined terminable offence.
Viktor was fairly sure he'd be fine, but sitting here in the tent, having
pulled a Chinese Fireball out of the bag and watching it crawl over his fingers
and hand, it was easy to stress about this he couldn't change. Better than to
stress about the things he could change though, as he'd learnt through too
many quidditch games that when he did so, he inevitably fucked up. 
He was the third to go into the arena, after Fleur and Cedric, and while he was
sure both of them would come out alive and mostly uninjured, be couldn't say
the same for Harry. He'd assured them all this morning that he had a plan, and
was confident of his performance, but he was fourteen, and Viktor had little
reason to believe him. But there was nothing he could do on the day of the
task, and so he'd walked down to the tent with the other three in silence.
He heard the cheers for Fleur finishing her task, Bagman announcing her having
retrieved her golden egg excitedly. 
He waited for the signal announcing his turn at the exit to the gate, bouncing
on his toes to warm up. He planned to burst out of the gate and straight into
the fray, rather than give the dragon any time to get used to him. Dragons were
smart, Fireball's especially, and the smarter plan when dealing with them was
to get away as fast as possible. He'd weighed up trying to show off some kind
of bravery when completing the task, but when balanced against staying alive,
obviously that had won out. He'd just have to hope that his current plan would
win him enough points from the judges.
===============================================================================
 
Sitting in the medical tent after his task, Viktor could only stare into the
distance. He thought he'd been ready for the task, and he guessed he had been,
but no level of preparedness would allow for him to actually be ready to walk
into an arena with a nesting mother dragon.
While the mistake of cursing the dragon while she was next to her eggs seemed
obvious, when actually facing her, he'd barely been able to think before he
reacted. Still, he had a respectable score, and he was fairly certain Harry
would be coming in last anyway. The boy may be skilled for a fourteen-year-old,
but he had no chance of actually competing with grown adults.
"Come outside, Viktor. 'Arry is about to be called into ze arena." Fleur,
Cedric and he had agreed that they would all be watching Harry's attempt, and
had cleared it with all their headmasters and the judges the
day before, because it would be… inconvenient if they were to all die because a
child was thrown into something that massively outclassed him.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Viktor took a deep breath before striding outside the
tent. Diggory may be content to be in public with the very orange evidence of
his mistakes in the task on his face, but Viktor had his own pride, and would
not compromise. They ended up right on the edge of the arena, next to the low
barrier all the dragon handlers were standing behind, as this gave them the
easiest access to the actual arena if it were needed.
Upon entering the arena Harry paused for a minute, taking the space in, but
quickly ducked behind a large boulder, only just in their sight. Viktor was
fairly sure he saw the flick of a wand, but couldn't be sure as Harry spend the
next couple of nerve-wracking minutes running and dodging around dragon fire.
He'd said he had a plan, and Viktor believed him, but Harry might want to get
around to actually executing it sometime soon before he was burned to death.
He was seconds away from leaping over the barrier and going to pull his husband
out to safety, when from over the back of the stands flew a broomstick. Harry's
Firebolt sped to Harry, and he leapt on it as it flew past.
He'd been told Harry owned the broom because Black had bought it for him, but
had assumed the boy would be massively outclassed on it.
He had never been more glad to be wrong. Harry flying was beautiful. He wasn't
technically perfect, in fact, he was very technically incorrect at a number of
fairly standard flying requirements, but with the way he flew, it didn't
matter. The fact that he didn't have his toes notched in the saddle properly,
or that he was turning a fucking Firebolt with his whole body like it was a
Shooting Star was odd to look at, except for how Harry made it work. He was
twisting and rolling around every burst of fire, and had only been caught out
by the dragon's tail once, and didn't let it phase him. It was like he was
playing quidditch up there, moving around bludgers and fellow players, not one
of the most dangerous creatures in the world.
Viktor was getting a little hard watching it, and looking over at Diggory, he
could see the other man was as well.”
"Does he always fly like this?"
"Yeah, he has since he was eleven. Hot isn't it?"
"Really?" Fleur interjected, incredulously. "Flying is turning you on?"
Viktor nodded, not willing to divert his attention away from the spectacle in
front of him to engage in what would quickly deteriorate into mindless banter.
Harry had just drawn his dragon away from her nest, and swooped under her in a
perfect dive to collect his egg, and was soaring over the stands in a victory
lap, his quidditch playing more evident here than any other time. 
God this boy was incredible, and Viktor was actually looking forward to going
out and flying with him liked he'd promised.
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Fleur's parents had come to see the first task, of course, although at least
half the reason was that they got to sit in the stands with both the English
and Bulgarian Ministers, as well as a few Norwegian politicians. There were
also a number of quidditch people in their area of the stands, from around the
world, but they kept to their own group mostly.
As, because her parents were at Hogwarts anyway, they had planned to have
dinner with her that night. She'd mentioned it while Black was hovering around
Harry yet again, and so their small family dinner had been expanded into a
celebration dinner with all their parents present. Considering how badly it
went last time they were all in a room together, Fleur expected tonight to be a
nightmare.
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And gods it was. But so much worse than she even expected. Perhaps it was a
good thing they'd be spending much of their time in England, because her Fleur
would be able to organise visiting schedules that meant none of them were ever
together in her own house alone. She couldn't care less if they deigned to
spend time together elsewhere, if Black dropped in to see the Krums or the
Diggory's invited their fellow in-laws over for dinner. As long as she didn’t
have to witness this catastrophe ever again.
She could see that Cedric agreed with her, from the pale cast to
his faintly horror struck face, but both Harry and Viktor were blithely
ignoring the tension, and engaging their own families and each other in
conversation.
"And, gods, tatko, can you see now why I want to compete in this country, if
Harry is the kind of quality they produce?"
Conversation about quidditch. Of course.
"Now, Viktor, I agree with your point of course." Black said. "But you saw
Harry fly. He's never been trained a day in his life."
"Of course. It was a mess-"
"Hey!" Harry interrupted. "I'm not a mess."
"Harry, darling. You really are." Black placated. "A beautiful mess, but a mess
all the same. If I knew the Firebolt would spoil you this much, I'd have just
replaced your Nimbus instead."
"What do you mean?"
"You turn like you are rolling?" Viktor replied. "Did no one ever teach you how
to fly properly?"
"No, I was put on the school team after my first flying lesson, and had a free
period for the rest of the year."
Cedric laughed. "I remember when everyone found out. We all thought it was a
joke until the actual game. You were on the school team before I was."
Fleur turned away from that conversation, and back to her parents. "Maman, how
have things been at home? Is Gabrielle well?"
Maman smiled gently. "Of course. She is flourishing. She will be ready to
attend pre-school for a couple days a week next year."
"It will be good for her to mingle. A number of important people will have
children in her year." Papa said.
"As there are every year at Beauxbatons." Fleur laughed.
"Important French people, mostly." Black looked over, with sharp eyes. "And
maybe some Italians, but most of the Mediterraneans find their way over to
Greece, and of course everyone north goes up to Durmstrang."
"I guess Beaxbatons is like Hogwarts, then." Maman replied, airily.
"Ha." Sirius barked. "Sure, give or take a couple centuries of history."
"Everyone has to start small."
"You'd know, Minister."
Fleur had no idea why Black was so insistent on deriding her family. They'd
never done anything to the man, as far as she knew. And certainly there was no
possibility for history there, as the man had been in prison until a year ago.
He was very well bred though, and English, and there was a certain entitlement
that came with being only one of those things, let alone both.
"Maman-"
"Sorry, Fleur. I am feeling tired. Darling, let's go home." Her father stood
up, taking her mother's hand, and they swept out with an airy "Au revoir",
leaving their dessert mostly uneaten.
"I need an early night after our ordeal today, so I will go to sleep as well.
Good night." She nodded to the Diggorys, the Krums and Blacks, and walked
calmly to the entrance to their bedroom, passing straight through to the
bathroom to prepare for bed.
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She was barely finished cleaning her face of make-up when the boys trooped into
the room. Viktor walking to his trunk to change, Cedric into the shower, and
Harry pausing to hover close behind her.
"'Arry. Why is he like that?"
"Thirteen years in Azkaban, maybe?"
Fleur glared at him.
"No, really. He's messed up. He hates just about everyone."
"Except you."
Harry nodded. "Except me. I'll tell him to stay away from you guys for a
while."
"Please do. I know how you can make it up to me though."
Harry's eyes dropped to her chest, as she allowed her silk robe to slip off her
shoulders. "I can er- brush your hair?"
Merde. This boy. "No, I was thinking something more… involved."
"You sound like one of my fans vhen I run into them in a bar." Viktor walked
over to them, dressed only in a soft pair of burgundy pants. "And one of
Harry's when he sees them in the corridor because English people have no
class."
"Are you saying I have no class?" Fleur shot back, smiling slightly.
"Yes."
"Hey, mate. At least none of us have pants with our faces spread over the bum."
Cedric slapped Viktor's bum as he walked passed wrapped in a towel.
"What?! Turn around." Fleur said, incredulously.
Viktor rotated slowly, until he could shake his bum at her and Harry, showing
that he was wearing his own merchandise. "I vant to make sure you can
appreciate my face from every angle."
Harry giggled.
"What are you laughing at, you brat? I'm sure I could buy something similar
here!" Viktor turned back around to poke Harry in the side.
"Nah, Siri made sure my image wasn't licensed to anyone. I don't need the extra
attention."
Fleur rolled her eyes. "I believed that until I saw you outfly a dragon today."
"Yeah, Harry. What the fuck was that! I mean, it was incredible, beautiful
flying, but how'd you even think of it?" Cedric asked, now dressed and drying
his hair with a spell.
"I just figured flying was one of the only things I'm good at. Like, I wasn't
going to be able to use a spell."
"So your next thought was, I'll just take to the air with an airborne predator.
Of course."
"Yeah, but Hermione looked it up, and they're kinda like eagles when they hunt,
you know just coming from above and snatching you off the ground. When you're
in the air it's just the fire you have to look out for."
"And the tail spikes." Viktor said.
"Yeah, well." Harry rubbed over the bandage on his shoulder sheepishly. "We all
made it didn't we?"
"That we did. And I'm exhausted for it. Bedtime for me." Cedric crossed to the
bed and climbed in. Fleur felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over her and happily
followed, draping her robe over a chair as she went.
"I'm not tired, so I'll just go for-"
"No you won't, brat. We're all sick of your night time wanderings. You wake us
up when you crawl into bed hours after the rest of us." Fleur could see Viktor
put a hand on Harry's back and push him over to the other side of the bed
before they moved out of her line of sight.
"But I'm really not tired." Harry whined slightly.
"Me neither. There are other things we can do though." She felt the bed dip
once, and then again, as they both climbed onto it. She rolled over to face
them, seeing Harry straddled over Viktor's lap. "Who sounds like a fan now?"
Cedric spooned up behind her. "Just keep it quiet you two. I need to sleep."
Viktor grinned over at them, before moving his hands down to cup Harry's arse,
and turning back to pressing kisses to Harry's lips. Fleur blinked heavily, and
drifted off to sleep seeing Harry fully relax into Viktor's hold.
 
 
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With only a couple weeks left until the end of term, Harry was starting to
wonder what he'd be doing for the holidays. He normally spent his time at
Hogwarts, but he hoped Sirius would offer for them to spend time together this
year. He knew Sirius wasn't staying in England, flooing straight into
Dumbledore's office anytime he came to visit, and Harry had always wanted to
travel outside of England.
On the other hand, though, he knew Christmas was a time for family, and maybe
one of his spouses wanted to have them all spend time together without the
restrictions of class timetables. He did know that none of them would suggest a
full family Christmas lunch, only because every meeting seemed to degenerate
into snide insults or blatant blanking. Sirius had back off somewhat when Harry
had asked him to, but was still happy to respond to anything sent his way.
So, Harry knew he'd be able to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
with Sirius, if his godfather wanted to have him, but some of the holiday might
have to be spent at Hogwarts in their rooms.
The break was still a little way off, so he had some time to talk to Cedric,
Fleur and Viktor about their expectations for the holiday, but for now he was
happy to ignore the topic for his History of Magic homework instead. He,
Hermione and Ron were seated around the low table in Harry's rooms, books and
parchment spread around them.
"I like that Binns is trying to be topical, you know. Like he's almost a month
too late, but the history of dragon hunting is more relevant than he manages to
be most of the time." Ron said, flicking between his History textbook and a
couple of the dragon specific books that still had not been returned to the
library.
"History isn't meant to be topically relevant, Ron. Instead, we should learn
from all of history to improve the future."
Hermione said.
"Sure, but you can't say that this wouldn't have been a more useful subject
before the first task, rather than after it."
"Of course. But now you've done most of the research already, and you'll be
sure to get good marks for this essay."
Ron rolled his eyes, but turned back to his books rather than continuing the
conversation. Harry smiled down at his half-finished essay, tapping his quill
against a corner while he thought. "Binns probably wasn't allowed to give any
hints about what the task was. Or he didn't know."
"I can't believe it was actually meant to be a secret. I bet Malfoy knew what
was going to be happening when he came to harass us on the train." Ron said
huffily.
"I don’t know. I wouldn't have known if Hagrid hadn't told me to come down to
the Forest to see the dragons. And the Cedric wouldn't have known either."
"Harry. Professor Dumbledore knows everything that goes on in the castle. You
wouldn't have found out if he didn’t want you to find out." Hermione waved her
wand over his parchment, clearing up the massive ink blot he'd made. "Be more
careful."
The conversation died for a couple of minutes, the sound of quills on parchment
and turning pages the only sound until Ron spoke again. "Why do people even
like hunting dragons? It's terrifying being near them."
"Because men like killing things."
"Hey! Charlie works on a sanctuary!" Ron snapped back.
"Sorry. That was unfair. But all those glorified stories of knights hunting
dragons comes from somewhere, and there weren't that many princesses hanging
around."
Harry looked over at Ron. "Does this make me the knight in this scenario, or
the princess?"
Ron laughed. "Probably a mixture of both." 
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Harry knew that he wanted to go flying with Viktor. Every quidditch player in
the world wanted to go flying with Viktor Krum. He just hadn’t known that
Viktor would be interested in going flying with him as well.
But here they were on the pitch, both holding a Firebolt, and Viktor with a
snitch in his other hand, having beaten Harry to the snitch every time they
played. "I have set it to a lower standard than international games, but it
should be harder than you are used to in your school games."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I found it harder to chase after. It didn’t want to let me
lock onto it."
"You fly well though." Viktor threw an arm over Harry's shoulders as they
walked back to the Gryffindor change rooms.
"You think so?"
"Of course. But you knew that."
Harry grinned. "It's still nice to hear."
End Notes
     Further Warning: Harry is fourteen in this. Fleur and Cedric are
     seventeen. Viktor is eighteen. There are various combinations herein
     that that are statutory rape. Obviously the 'worst' would be Viktor/
     Harry, but Harry is completely below the age of consent in any
     situation so... Anyway. Along with the evident underage sex that
     occurs, there is also pretty clear dubcon, in that Harry while
     clearly turned on, never really gives consent, and considering that
     the others are all at least three years older than him...
     Aside from that, this will be multi chapter. There will be more sex.
     And I will take requests, but more for sex than plot, because I do
     have that planned out.
     Thanks for reading, leave a comment on your way out.
     Thanks
     xx
     Whitsie
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