Warning: Underage. See end of chapter for detail.

Chapter 2

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.

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.

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.

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 married to 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?"

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."

Warning: Harry is 14, Fleur and Cedric are 17, and Viktor is 18. This is addressed in the story, and I think I make my point clear, but to make it explicit - underage sex is illegal, as it should be, and stat rape is also a crime for a multitude of reasons. I don't condone either the general premise or the actual behaviour shown in this story.