McGonagall sighed, her severe features softening just a bit as she scanned the table, eyes sharp and observant. "Is everyone else quite alright? Were there any other problems?"
A few mumbled assurances of 'fine' and 'no issues' rose from the Gryffindor students around me, reassuring the professor.
McGonagall nodded curtly, though her eyes lingered thoughtfully on the now-empty space where Ron had collapsed moments before.
"Very well," she said, sounding slightly relieved, "it appears Mr. Weasley was the sole target of this attack. Rest assured, the matter will be thoroughly investigated."
With another deep sigh, McGonagall turned gracefully on her heel, her long robes swishing softly behind her as she returned to the staff table.
My eyes then flicked towards the teachers seated at the high table, and I noticed Professor Dumbledore looking directly at me, his eyes twinkling at me curiously. It was no secret that Ron and I "didn't get along" but I wasn't going to go out of my way and poison the guy.
Not so publicly at least...
All I could do was give the Headmaster a shrug. I honestly had no clue why Ron, of all people, had been targeted with poison. I would have figured someone would have tried to kill his gross fat rat first, if nothing else.
Dumbledore acknowledged my shrug with a slight nod before he slowly stood, commanding attention from the entire Great Hall. The loud chatter gradually faded away, replaced by eager anticipation from every corner.
"My dear students from Hogwarts, along with all the guests here tonight," Dumbledore began warmly, "I must apologize for the unexpected disturbance we experienced earlier. Hogwarts always seeks to provide a safe haven, and such occurrences are rare and unwelcome here." He paused, giving weight to his words before continuing more cheerfully. "However, we mustn't allow this unfortunate event to overshadow our joy at welcoming our esteemed guests from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons." He gestured gracefully toward the tables holding students from the visiting schools, offering them a warm, welcoming smile. "I'm certain our guests are weary and hungry after their long journey. So, without further ado, let us put aside our worries for the moment and enjoy a feast worthy of our new friends and cherished students alike."
The tension in the room noticeably eased as plates filled magically with delicious food.
The food cooked by the house elves was delicious as always, filling the Great Hall with mouthwatering aromas. In fact, I feel like the food was even better than normal. It kind of reminded me of the food from the Sitri manor in the underworld.
But what truly made the feast unforgettable was the company sitting next to me. Fleur and Gabrielle, the stunning French Veela sisters, were both vying eagerly for my attention, making the meal far more entertaining than usual.
Fleur leaned toward me first, her soft blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing gently against my arm. Her bright blue eyes twinkled playfully as she held up a plump, juicy grape to my lips. "Come now, Harry," she purred teasingly, "let me spoil you a little."
Before I could reply, Gabrielle giggled and pressed even closer, her warmth radiating against my side. Her delicate fingers held a small piece of chocolate cake, and she smiled sweetly, her voice melodic and inviting. "Oh no, Harry," she countered softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You must taste this meat first. It's absolutely divine."
Hermione leaned forward, her eyes narrowing slightly in playful annoyance as she addressed Fleur and Gabrielle. "Don't get too comfortable sitting next to Harry at every meal," she said firmly. "He is officially MY boyfriend, after all, and you two are technically supposed to be at the Ravenclaw table with the rest of your school."
Fleur chuckled mischievously as she turned to Hermione. "Oh, Hermione," she purred, "rules are merely suggestions, especially when good company is involved."
Gabrielle nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly," she agreed. "Besides, Harry doesn't seem to mind our presence at all."
Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically. "I'm sure Harry enjoys all this extra attention a little too much," she countered.
Hermione shook her and grumbled, "Ugh, I can already tell this is going to be a thing. And Professor McGonagall is already watching us closely enough..."
The mention of our stern professor made me glance quickly towards the staff table, catching McGonagall's keen eyes briefly observing us. She raised an eyebrow slightly but turned away with a faint shake of her head, apparently deciding our little group wasn't causing any immediate trouble.
Or maybe she was just too worried about what happened to Ron...
When the feast finally ended, everyone around me sighed contentedly, leaning back in their seats, stomachs full from the incredible desserts.
Dumbledore rose once more, and the room quickly fell silent. His gentle voice carried easily, drawing everyone's attention back to him as he began explaining the details of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. I glanced around the room, noticing that most students wore looks of eager anticipation-clearly, the whispers and gossip had already filled everyone in on most details.
"As you know," Dumbledore started, "this year, each of our three participating schools-Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons-will have two champions representing them. All participants must be at least eighteen years old to ensure everyone's safety."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the hall. My Aunt Sona and I exchanged confident smiles as I glanced in her direction. At nineteen, we were comfortably within the age limit.
Dumbledore raised a hand gently, and the chatter quieted again. "However," he continued, "there will be some exciting changes to our traditional tournament. Rather than three events spaced out during the year, we will hold multiple smaller competitions. This change will keep our champions continuously challenged and on their toes constantly!"
Excited whispers rose again. Everyone was really getting into it.
"Additionally," Dumbledore said, his voice ringing clear, "there will also be various smaller competitions open to students who are not selected champions. Each event will offer valuable prizes and the opportunity to showcase individual skills!"
That was cool, otherwise it felt like it would have been a real waste for entire schools to show up at Hogwarts and only two students from each school participated.
A loud cheer erupted around the hall at this announcement. The prospect of more opportunities to participate visibly energized everyone.
But Dumbledore wasn't finished. He raised both hands slightly to regain everyone's attention. Once the room quieted again. He really knew how to give dramatic speeches and work a crowd. "Finally, thanks to a recent generous increase in the school's budget, I am delighted to announce that Hogwarts will be hosting an inter-school Quidditch tournament throughout the entire school year!"
The Great Hall practically shook with cheers at this announcement. Students from all four Hogwarts houses clapped enthusiastically, their faces alight with pure joy.
Gabrielle, sitting next to me, bounced eagerly in her seat, clapping her hands and squealing excitedly. I did my best not to stare at her perky breasts as they bounced up and down excitedly with her, since there were so many eyes on us. "Oh, this is wonderful!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling brilliantly. "Harry, we must watch the matches together!"
I laughed at her infectious enthusiasm, nodding with amusement. "Of course," I replied warmly, though my own interest in Quidditch wasn't as strong. Honestly, I would have found myself enjoying the sport a lot more if it had an hour-long time limit and there was no seeker.
Fleur caught my eye and offered a small smile and shrug-she wasn't too interested in Quidditch either, but she seemed amused at Gabrielle's spirited reaction.
Fleur shook her head gently, smiling fondly at her younger sister. "You're always so dramatic, Gabrielle," she teased affectionately.
Gabrielle turned to Fleur, practically glowing with excitement. "Exciting doesn't begin to describe it, Fleur! Imagine the drama, the competition, the atmosphere-it's going to be incredible!"
"If you say so, my sweet younger sister..."
Gabrielle pouted slightly, glancing toward me. "You'll be excited with me, won't you, Harry?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes dramatically.
"Alright, alright," I conceded warmly. "I'll try my best to match your enthusiasm."
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(R-18 ahead)
I was finally back in my private room after the feast, still buzzing from the food, the announcements, and everything in between. Fleur and Gabrielle had been draped around me the whole evening, whispering teasing things and brushing against my arm every chance they got.
I had no doubt either-or both-would've followed me up to my room if they'd had the chance. But, their headmistress wasn't having any of that. The woman was towering, easily the tallest woman I'd ever seen.
Right after Dumbledore's speech, she'd appeared out of nowhere, cast one sharp look at the girls, and ordered them to return to their carriage. Fleur and Gabrielle had pouted, trying to argue, but one stern glare shut it down. They threw me mournful, longing glances as they were marched off.
I was halfway through stripping for bed, peeling off my last layer of clothes and letting them fall into a pile at my feet. The soft cotton of my undershirt clung for a moment before I tugged it free, exposing my chest to the cool night air. My trousers slid down my legs easily, and I stepped out of them, bare now except for the slight tension still curling in my lower belly.
The lingering arousal from the evening-Fleur's teasing, Gabrielle's closeness-had left me half-hard, and as I stood there naked, my cock hung thick and twitching.
A knock on the door cut through the silence.
Lyra and Lyna, my maids, were far too bold to bother knocking. If they knew I was undressed, they'd see it as an invitation, not a deterrent. I expected them to burst in while giggling.
"Yeah?" I called, not making any move to cover myself. Spreading out my senses a bit, I already knew who it was.
The door creaked open and Hermione stepped inside. She stopped in her tracks. Her eyes locked on mine just long enough to register I was naked, then dropped instantly, raking down my chest, pausing at the sharp cut of my abs, and then landing squarely on my cock.
It twitched again under her stare.
"Oh," she breathed out, voice barely above a whisper.
I didn't cover up. I didn't move. "You just going to stand there, or...?" I asked casually, raising an eyebrow.
Her eyes flicked back up to mine, but the heat in her expression didn't fade. "I-I was coming to talk, but..."
"But you saw something better to look at?" I teased.
Hermione stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. She licked her lips, eyes dragging slowly down again. I watched the flush bloom across her cheeks, a rich, dark pink that spread all the way to her ears.
She didn't answer immediately. Her gaze lingered, bold now, eyes tracing every line of my torso, then flicking back down. I saw her pupils dilate just slightly. Her breath hitched. "I... came to talk," she said finally, her voice uneven. "But you're... very much not dressed."
I let out a low chuckle, breaking the thick silence between us. "You know," I said, my voice a little rougher now, "this is the first time you've ever seen me completely naked." My cock twitched again under her stare, stiffening just a little more with the heat radiating off her flushed face. "Do you like what you see?"
Without waiting for her answer, I reached down and stroked myself slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on hers. My fingers curled around my shaft, giving it a lazy pull from base to tip. Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Her face, already bright red, somehow managed to go even deeper.
Her lips parted, and for a long moment she didn't speak-just stared. Her eyes were wide, pupils dark and dilated. When she finally did answer, her voice was barely a whisper. "Yes. Yes, I do."
I grinned at that, then turned away, giving her a full view of my bare back and arse as I walked across the room. I perched on the edge of the bed, legs spread slightly apart, making no effort to hide anything from her gaze. I leaned back on my hands and tilted my head, watching her as she hovered by the door.
"So," I said, a bit more serious now, "what are you here for?"
Hermione blinked, her thoughts visibly scrambling to catch up. She hesitated, then shook her head like she was trying to clear it. "I came to talk," she started, stepping closer. "About Ron. About him getting poisoned. It's weird, Harry. It's... it feels strange? Why him, and not-um-you to be honest?" she pointed out.
I nodded once. "Yeah. I've been thinking the same thing." I had been expecting one of the junior Death Eaters to try something against The-Boy-Who-Lived at some point. Nothing yet though. "I'm sure this is a topic for another time, though," I told Hermione. "Unless you just came here to talk?"
She paused mid-step. Her eyes fell again to my body, and her gaze lingered. Her tongue darted out, running over her bottom lip slowly. "You know what?" she murmured, her voice changing-lower now, huskier. She took another step toward me. "I don't care about talking about Ron anymore."
I laughed. Not mocking-just amused. "I figured," I said, my voice low.
She was only a few steps away now, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of her shampoo. It was something floral and soft. She didn't move to sit. Just stood there, staring at me like she didn't know whether to run or reach out and touch me.
I raised an eyebrow. "You know," I said, my tone teasing now, "I've never seen you completely naked either." Her breath hitched again. I leaned forward slightly. "Although," I added, voice dropping, "I did get a pretty damn good look at your beautiful, perky breasts yesterday... before we got interrupted by my mum."
And wasn't that a shame...
Hermione obviously agreed with me, because without a word she began stripping out of her robes. I sat back and watched while the fabric slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor. Layer by layer, she revealed smooth, pale skin, until she was standing in nothing but a white bra and panties. The contrast made her look even more vulnerable, her chest rising and falling faster under my stare.
She hesitated for half a second, then reached behind her back. I heard the faint click of the clasp, and her bra slid down her arms, exposing her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were firm, round, and perfectly shaped, her pink nipples stiffening in the cool air. I remembered how they tasted on my tongue yesterday, and my cock jerked hard in response.
