The Viktor Krum situation was a mess. Someone had hit him with the Imperius Curse. Krum barely even remembered what happened. I did not hold it against the guy. Obviously, there was going to be a lot of investigations into what happened.
I was already suspecting the culprit was in Gryffindor.
I'd need Lyra and Lyna to start investigating Ron's roommates as possible culprits. Something in my gut pointed at them even though Dean and Seamus "seemed" like decent blokes. Although like a lot of other single guys in Gryffindor, they did sometimes give off very jealous vibes when a lot of beautiful witches were surrounding me.
The judges gave Krum a pity of seven points just so Durmstrang wouldn't throw a fit. Nobody even argued.
The other Durmstrang contestant-whose name I still didn't know-got two points. He'd apparently locked himself in a bathroom for the entire first fifteen minutes and refused to come out. His schoolmates were glaring at him like he was a failure.
Which he was, no one really argued that point either.
Hermione was perched on the couch across from me, her arms folded and her foot bouncing in that familiar way that meant she was both relieved and about to start chewing me out. She looked like she'd been through hell emotionally, but her eyes were sharp and stubborn. She was clearly thrilled I was in one piece, but she wasn't going to let me off easy.
"Harry James Sitri, you absolute idiot. Do you even know how many spells you got hit with? What were you thinking, just charging up there?!"
Was it weird that technically my middle name was still James...? I thought so...
I tried to look innocent. "Most of them bounced off," I said with a cocky grin. "And the rest just stung a little..."
Or made me almost pass out, when I got hit by 10 stunners at once saving Fleur and Gabrielle. But I powered through.
She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck. "That's not the point. If you'd gotten hit with something worse-something dark-what then?"
"I'd probably have shaken it off," I said, mostly to wind her up, and she tossed a cushion at my head, missing by an inch. I caught it and just grinned wider, loving her for caring even when she was pissed at me.
Hermione hadn't joined in the hunting, of course. In fact, none of the girls I was close to-or even sort of close to-had joined in. Hermione, Jasmine, Ginny, Luna, Lavender, and Parvati had all stayed put in the Great Hall, safe and out of the madness. They were all cheering me on the whole time.
I turned to Jasmine, Lavender, and Parvati, who were all lounging nearby, giving them a crooked grin. "Thanks for cheering me on, and not trying to jump me for that reward money. That was pretty damn loyal."
Jasmine ducked her head, a shy smile lighting up her face as she blushed. Parvati just giggled, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. Lavender, though-she was absolutely shameless. She ran her tongue over her lips, giving me a look that was downright filthy, and purred, "Money's nice, Harry, but I'd much rather have something else as my prize."
I rolled my eyes playfully. She meant sex, and there was no mistaking it.
I raised an eyebrow, grinning back at her, and Jasmine actually squeaked and swatted her arm, while Parvati just dissolved into laughter and gave Lavender a playful smack on the thigh. Lavender only smirked harder, stretching like a cat and winking at me, totally unbothered by the attention.
I shook my head, grinning wider. "You're trouble, Lavender. Dangerous trouble."
She just shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Guess you'll have to keep an eye on me, then."
"I'll be keeping both eyes on you!" Ginny called out as she strutted into the room, wand out and brow cocked in mock warning. She was levitating a gigantic, over-the-top cake in front of her-a towering monstrosity of chocolate and whipped cream. "CHAMPION HARRY SITRI!" spelled out in blue icing.
Right behind her were my two beautiful maids, Lyra and Lyna, both beaming at me.
"We made you a cake, young master!" Lyra announced.
"There's enough for everyone!" Lyna added.
Before I could even slice into the cake, Fred and George leapt up onto the nearest table like they were born for the stage. Fred whipped off his hat (since when did he wear a hat?) and George strummed the side of a broom like it was a guitar.
"Ladies and gents, and especially our amazing champion-who we are not mad at for beating us up earlier. We deserved it for targeting two of his sexy french girls-" Fred declared, giving me a wink, "-we present the official, totally unauthorized, just-invented Hogwarts Champion Song!"
They launched into a tune that was so off-key and ridiculous, half the room winced. George's lyrics were absolute trash.
"Oh Harry Sitri, you're a beast, You flattened Hufflepuffs at least, You saved the Veela-won their hearts, And broke some of the school's most famous parts! With water magic and Slytherin tears, you'll be a legend for years and years!"
Fred chimed in with an equally dreadful chorus. "He's the champion of the school, Didn't even need a wand to rule, He's got maids and girls and chocolate cake, A true Hogwarts headache!"
By the time they finished, everyone was either cheering, groaning, or doubled over laughing.
"You two are fucking hopeless," I called out, grinning at the twins. That song was whatever the wizarding world version of aids was, and I loved it.
Of course, the cake Lyra and Lyna specifically made was fucking incredible. I don't know what they put in it. Maybe I didn't want to know. But I couldn't stop eating it. I stuffed myself way past the point of comfort before everyone started clamoring for my version of the first task.
Suddenly I was surrounded by what felt like half the House, demanding the whole story.
I gave them the highlights of everything. Of course, I left out the bits about the mermaids thinking I was a demon and, most importantly, how I actually blocked the Killing Curse-by using demonic power, not any kind of wizard magic.
People were laughing, gasping, and hanging on every word.
And at some point, the girls just started cycling through my lap like it was some kind of throne. Ginny was first, plopping down and looping her arms around my neck. She kept whispering snarky commentary in my ear as I talked.
After Ginny, Lavender didn't even ask-she just plopped right down, facing me, straddling my knees with a wicked grin and pressing her assets up to me in a way that left nothing to the imagination. "You looked so hot without a shirt on for that whole task, Harry," she purred. I barely managed to keep talking as she ground herself against me for the length of the next story segment.
Parvati followed, perching sideways on my lap and trailing her nails across my chest through my new shirt, all innocent smiles with not-so-innocent hands. She even stole a bit of frosting off my lips with her finger, then licked it up slowly just to tease me in front of the others.
Finally, Jasmine waited until the others had their turn before slipping onto my lap, barely meeting my eyes behind her glasses. She was trembling just a bit, and I could feel how nervous she was with the whole common room watching. Her ass pressed into my already-rock-hard cock, and she froze, cheeks flushing bright red.
I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her in tighter, whispering, "Relax, Jasmine, you're safe with me."
She managed a shaky little smile, hiding her face against my neck. I kept telling my story, but it was getting harder to focus-literally-after having so many gorgeous girls sit in my lap, one after another. I don't think anyone missed the fact I was hard by that point, least of all Jasmine, who was now squirming in my lap and making it ten times worse. But in a good way.
I just kept grinning, loving every second of it and not giving a single fuck who saw. I hadn't been at Hogwarts very long at this point, but Gryffindor was clearly getting used to girls pressing up against me in the common room.
In these last few months, I had definitely come a long way from the somewhat shy "Harry Potter" that I used to be.
Eventually, Hermione decided enough was enough and totally switched into her 'bossy' mode. Which I found sexy. She stood up, clapped her hands for attention, and announced, "Alright, it's past midnight! Everyone needs to go to bed now. You all have class in the morning-and Harry needs his rest too!"
The room instantly erupted in protests and groans.
"Oh, come on, Hermione! Just one more round of stories!" Lavender pouted. "I want to sit on his lap again!"
Ginny made a face and Parvati whined, "You're such a fun sucker!"
But Hermione wasn't backing down. She gave everyone her sternest glare, and started herding people toward the dorms. Sometimes it was weird to remember she wasn't even a prefect, yet. Jasmine was-who was embarrassingly climbing off of my lap.
"Goodnight, Jasmine."
"G-Goodnight, Harry..." she said with a small blush, then leaned forwards and kissed my cheek. She ran off to join Lavender and Parvati who were giggling as they headed up the girls' side of the stairs.
Honestly, part of me wondered if Hermione was just eager to get me to herself. As the last of the crowd dispersed, Hermione reached out, lacing her fingers with mine, her thumb drawing lazy circles against my skin. I could feel the possessiveness in her grip.
She shot me a look over her shoulder.
Lyra and Lyna didn't even pretend to leave-they fell in behind us, practically sashaying.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but squeezed my hand tighter. As she led me through the common room and down the quiet hallway to my private room, I glanced back at my two ridiculous maids. They followed like loyal puppies-except a hell of a lot sexier-making sure everyone could see exactly who I was going to bed with tonight.
If Hermione was jealous, she didn't show it. She just kept her chin up, acting like she'd already claimed the prize.
Hermione knew exactly how I liked to sleep-naked. As soon as our door shut, she shed her robes with a single graceful motion and let them fall to the floor, standing completely naked and absolutely unashamed in the soft light.
My eyes drank her in. Creamy, flawless skin, a petite, toned frame from years of climbing Hogwarts' endless stairs. Modest but perfect breasts tipped with soft pink nipples. Her hips curved just right down to those endless legs. Her bush was neatly trimmed, her body radiating both softness and confidence.
She caught me staring and flashed a teasing grin, her eyes warm and a little possessive. She stretched, giving me a slow twirl just to show off her gorgeous arse, then gathered up her wand and a towel. "I'm taking a shower before bed," she announced, but before she went, she turned to Lyra and Lyna, who were hovering just inside the door in their scandalous little maid outfits. Hermione fixed them with her best bossy glare. "No sex with Harry. I want him to get some sleep tonight. You two can spoil him a little, but that's it!"
Lyra pouted with her hands on her hips. "Fine... We were hoping to finally go all the way tonight..." she grumbled.
"We made a cake and everything..." Lyna added with her own exaggerated pout.
I mouthed the word "soon" to both of my maids and their faces lit up in delight!
Hermione rolled her eyes before turning her back to us and sashaying toward the bathroom, hips swaying, her bare arse was a hypnotic sight until the door closed behind her. The sound of water running started almost immediately.
Lyra and Lyna wasted no time. They turned to me in perfect sync, each hooking a thumb under the strap of their maid tops. With matching sultry grins, they tugged them down, letting those ridiculous low-cut uniforms drop to their waists and baring two perfect sets of large, round breasts. Their nipples stood out, pink and hard, and they pressed together, making the view even more outrageous.
"Sit down, young master," Lyra purred, leading me to the edge of my bed. "Let us take care of you."
Lyna was already kneeling between my legs, her delicate fingers at my belt, working it open with practiced skill. Lyra straddled my lap, her breasts inches from my mouth, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "You've had a stressful day, Harry. Just relax and let us give you what you deserve."
I leaned in and took Lyra's massive breast into my mouth, sucking hard and running my tongue over her nipple until she shivered with pleasure and pressed even closer. Her skin was warm, impossibly soft, and she let out a breathy little moan as I lavished attention on her chest.
Meanwhile, Lyna knelt between my legs, her lips sliding down over my cock and taking me deep into her throat. She started bobbing her head in a slow, steady rhythm, her tongue swirling around the head every time she came up for air. The wetness, the eager pressure of her mouth-it was pure fucking bliss!
I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair as she took me deeper, not holding anything back.
Lyra shifted in my lap, pressing her tits together and guiding my face from one to the other, encouraging me to suck and bite, to mark her. The girls' voices blended together-soft moans, whispered encouragements, and wicked little giggles.
Fuck, what a way to end the first day of the tournament!
— Draco —
Draco woke up the next morning in the Hogwarts infirmary, and the first thing he felt was cold-bone-deep, unnatural cold. His body was stiff, his skin tingled in weird ways, and his legs felt wrong. He groaned, eyes squinting against the sunlight, a pounding headache throbbing behind his eyes.
What the fuck happened?
Madam Pomfrey rushed over the moment she saw him stirring, waving her wand and pushing him gently back down. "Don't get up so fast, Mr. Malfoy! You've been under for a while."
He blinked in confusion, glancing around. "How long was I out?"
She pursed her lips. "Frozen solid all night long. Honestly, Mr. Malfoy, this is the second time you've needed to be thawed out in a week!" She sounded almost impressed, but mostly annoyed.
Draco grumbled. At least it hadn't been a full twenty-four hours again like last time.
Then he noticed Madam Pomfrey was giving him a very strange look-almost nervous, definitely apologetic. "What?" he snapped, only now realizing his voice sounded oddly high-pitched. He frowned, clearing his throat, but it was still too fucking squeaky. "Why do I sound like this~?"
"I'm afraid the ice magic you were trapped in was far more powerful than last time," Pomfrey explained quietly, her tone going grave. "It was colder. Much colder. There was... some necrosis. I'm sorry, Draco, but parts of your body needed to be...amputated."
