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Hello there ! Here is a steamy little chapter… Nothing extraordinary but I'm sure you'll like it ^^

Viktor will just have a hard time to pronounce Hermione's name because it's kind of a difficult name and I think that in 17years his English has improved!


EUROPEAN TEAMS FINALLY REVEALED!

By DennisCreevey.

Selections for the future Quidditch All-Stars Cup have ended on Friday. Many professional players active and retired as well as many enlightened amateurs have tried the assortment of trials that different judges had concocted. The competition was tough and the final choice difficult, but here are the two teams chosen by the experts, critics and other renowned referees forming the panel of arbitrators. The following players form the First Team that will train at Beauxbatons, France:

Ilia Rimsky, 24, Keeper, her original team is the one who officiates in her homeland, the Gorodok Gargoyles, the Lithuanian team.
Adam Lemaitre, 32, Belgian and Chaser. He officiated in many teams including the famous Carnutes Chimeras*.
Alma Réal, 19,promising young Spanish Chaser and amateur unknown to the general public.
Erik Vänern, 28, the last team Chaser. He is well known in Sweden, his native country where he played for many years.
• German twins Lorenz and Lorelei Grimm, 21, whose name speaks for itself, will be the Beaters. They always have played together and won the League Cup for their team, the Heidelberg Harriers, thanks to their sharpness Bludgers' shipments.
Erin Lynch, 18, finally will be the Seeker. She is still considered as an amateur because she just graduated from the Dirgelwch Institute*, the Irish school well known, but seems to be the worthy daughter of her father.
The two substitutes are: Brunnhilde Von Stultz, a 27 Austrian who have evolved within the Bigonville Bombers, the Luxembourg team and Ineya Montana, a youngItalian amateur of 22.
Their coach is the famous Dalí Averiado, 42 and former Spanish international.

The second team will have the privilege to practice at Hogwarts as one of his Chaser is a professor besides the coach whose wife, English, is pregnant. So he naturally wants to be close to her.Gossip aside, here is the constitution of the Second Team:

Loki Tjöminson, 17,young unknown Icelandic virtuoso Keeper who just graduated from Durmstrang where he completed brilliantly a double degree.
Lise Monceau, 31, French Chaser evolving within the Quiberon Quafflepunchers.
Draco Malfoy, 35, Potions professor at Hogwarts and usually Seeker will be Chaser for this event.
The last Chaser is Dante Zabini, 25, Italian and representing the Florentines Abraxans*.
The Beaters are brother and sister from another illustrious family, the Romanovs. Elena, 22, and Alexei, 18, of Russian origin and known for their accurate and devastating bat blows.
The Seeker will be the one everyone expected, the great Harry Potter which...

Hermione stopped her reading before Dennis praised Harry. Her intuition was correct, as usual. She did not, however, saw coming Malfoy as a Chaser and wondered if Viktor really was coach as she suspected. She jumped the paragraph on "the greatest player of the last two centuries" according to Dennis and learned a few lines below that Viktor was actually the coach and the substitutes were Oliver Wood and a young Greek amateur of 23, Daemon Skourios. She looked up from her newspaper hearing the clamor that came to rise and then saw the players mentioned in the Prophet enter the large room, McGonagall preceding them. She was especially happy to see Viktor who approached her, smiling and stretching out his arms for her to come snuggle. She rushed and whispered how she was glad to see him and so very happy about his marriage to Luna.

"Herrr-my-own-nee, Luna and I were really pleased to learn your return!"

"Thank you Viktor." She replied. "How are Luna and little Milena?"

"Very well, thank you. We rent a cottage in Hogsmeade until the end of May, I'm the only one to get out of Hogwarts, the team members will stay at the castle. But Minerva will explain everything. I leave you before someone kicks me." He said causing some confusion to the brunette.

Iris looked at her friend rush into the arms of the Bulgarian giant. To see Harry lost his smile and frown following the action of the brunette had no price! Not to mention Draco! She decided to ignore the reunion to take the time to look at the newcomers. There were only two women on the team. The older, although it was barely visible, was the French. She was blond and wore her hair cut short. Her large black eyes were laid on Wood looking at him as if he was a dessert, a very very good one at that. The second female figure was the famous Russian beater. A brunette beauty with blue eyes who was laughing with her brother just as dark-haired and attractive. The Icelandic one was a blonde with green eyes and was looking around him with a mischievous look, as if preparing a prank... 'Interesting' She considered. As if he felt that she was studying him, he met her gaze and gave her a wink with a facetious smile before continuing to investigate the place. 'Very interesting even' She thought. The Greek had everything from the perfect Adonis. Straight nose, high cheekbones and full lips, all framed by honey-brown curls and a body to die for despite being hidden by clothing. 'He would certainly have all the school's woo-girls after him' She thought as she heard giggles on both sides of the room.

Victoire watched her friend study the members of the Quidditch team, one after the other and noted with interest the exchange between Loki Something and her cousin. Although her date with Teddy was really nice, she still blamed Iris for it. And she still didn't know where Teddy and she were... Sure they liked each other but… In addition, on principle she didn't want to talk about it with the redhead. Hermione might know, no? Yep, Hermione would help. In the meantime, she had to find a way to take revenge... She would take her time on that one. First, because she didn't had Iris' devious mind and secondly because revenge is a dish best served cold. And in this case, it would be eaten frosty. She just needed a plan and resourcefulness. More reason to talk to Hermione, she would certainly provide her something to outline her vendetta, after all she was not called 'the smartest witch of her generation' for nothing when she was still part of the time in question . Regarding the ingenuity, she had a pair of twins who easily forget family ties when it came to Galleons...

After joining her seat to finish her pumpkin juice and the rest of her breakfast, Hermione heard Minerva say that the team would stay in the castle and the next day the Quidditch schedules for training would be put on the notice board of their respective house. The Headmistress reiterated once again to the attention of the gallinaceans populating the school to kindly let the representatives of the European team go about their business without a parade of fanatics following their footsteps or sanctions would be far from nice. When the speech ended, Minerva told them to go to class and continue their day as if nothing happened. Hermione stood up and prepared to follow her friends when she noticed Harry watching her. When he realized that she had seen him, he gave her a wink and a smile. She could not help but blush and smile at him in return, before joining her DADA class.

Finally, the arrival of professional Quidditch players did not affect in any way the lives of inhabitants of the castle. It had been fifteen days and courses were following and remained equally monotonous when it came Binns' class. More than a flock of woo-girls actually followed the movements of the male guests and surprisingly, a mass of horny monkeys were slobbering in front of the two female figures. But overall, no major changes. Hermione took advantage to spend some time with Harry and relished in the joys of courtship. Even Malfoy had started to tease her more subtly than usual and she had caught him talk to Harry in an animated way. In other word that deeply bored Iris, who only wanted one thing, speed history between the three concerned in order to arrive at the outcome as soon as possible. When she spoke of the plan to her brothers, she was surprised to see that they did not share her enthusiasm.

"Iris, your plan is..." Began Julian.

"Great!" Fabian continued. "Excellent plan! But..."

"Logistically ... We're gonna have a problem!"

"Which problem?" She asked. "Logistically what?"

"We'll have find a way to drop..."

"A lot of what you want..."

"On a specific person and..."

"At a specific location!"

"And?" Asked Iris who was getting annoyed. "If I take Hermione to that specific location without her knowing that it's me behind the scheme, it's all done!"

"We agree with this part" Fabian said "but the other one..."

"How do you want it to be Uncle Harry or Draco that finds her?" Julian asked.

"It has to be a night when Draco makes his rounds" Admitted Iris. "Give me a week. Meanwhile, do your part, I'll need some external assistance..."

"Uncle George?" They both asked hopefully.

"No, outside the family... Or even the country!" She finished with a smile.

Draco hated to patrol on Saturday night. To be honest, he abhorred it! On the other hand he felt lucky not being the one who got stuck at the theater night. Watch third-rate films among hormonal adolescents was by far the worst occupation on a Saturday night. Teacher or not. He was now on the fifth floor, following the good advice of one of his lovely team mates. In truth, he had nothing against them. Lise gave him many laughs at her attempts to put Wood in her bed and the latter just didn't understand, forcing the French to put subtlety more and more aside. He could see only one solution for this complete Gryffindor moron to understand the blonde's advances: tell him point blank what she wanted like a Bludger strikes its target! Dante, meanwhile, was a friend of the family and therefore Draco had known him since birth. In addition, Blaise had given him some clues to flag his zeal if necessary. The Russians drank like fishes and their Hyperborean vodka burnt the esophagus more than Ogden. He had of course ordered some. The Greek was the harder to avoid, he swung for both teams and when he had no skirts at his reach, he was very interested in the buttocks of his peers. And Draco had to admit, he cared for his buttocks, thank you very much! What brought him to the last member of his team, except Potter. The Icelandic one. Loki was the one who led him to this part of the castle. According to him, something was going on on that side, he had heard kids at the corner of a corridor indicate that they'll drink in some classes upstairs. On his way to a new corridor, Draco did not bump on a band of drunk students. No, the view that came before him was much more interesting. Attractive, captivating, even colorful. After all, you did not see Hermione Granger in this state every day!

Hermione was wondering if her friendship with Iris was a good idea at all. Although no evidence was in her possession, she was sure that the redhead had something to do with this situation. Iris had left her bag in the duel room on the fifth floor and she had found herself trapped by Carron McLaggen, a sixth year and dear nephew of Cormac, who wanted to know if she would go out with him. According to Victoire, he was "quite nice but incredibly boring, like Uncle Percy when he talk about his work at the ministry!". Hermione therefore had done a favor to her friend and went to get her bag back but it was the wrong move. Soon arrived at the famous class, a strange noise had sounded. A cackling to be accurate. And who says this very particular sound in Hogwarts, automatically say Peeves. She just had time to see the poltergeist above her, before receiving a huge amount of gooey and unknown product on herself. She heard Peeves humming "Granger, Granger, heroine of our hearts. Angelic or kinky, will the honey taste like your juices? ". The spirit fled cackling and left a mortified Hermione after his licentious chorus. 'By Salazar' She thought 'where did he learn to talk like that? And since when I call on Salazar, me?' She forced herself to look around her and called each of the Founders so she was alone. Obviously, it did not happen and to top it all, it had to be Malfoy.

After all, do his duty as a teacher this Saturday night had been well worth it! Granger, covered with honey, deliciously pink of shame following the bawdy song of the poltergeist... Hmm, extraordinarily exquisite. 'Now' He mused 'what to do?' Follow his role and "scold" the girl before sending her bathing or follow his instincts... He could also do both.

"Granger?"

"Yes Malfoy?"

"Professor Malfoy, I'm working right now..."

"Yes Professor?"

"Would you kindly explain to me why you're covered in what looks like..." He walked up to her and leaned in order to smell her. "Honey? Lovely... An explanation then?"

"Uh... I... Not really. I just came to get Iris' bag and Peeves tossed..." She put her hand to her mouth, hesitated a moment, then tasted the substance covering it. "Honey." She said looking straight at him and blushing immediately seeing his eyes darken due to her actions. "Orange blossom honey to be honest" She continued to give herself some composure.

See the little pink tongue - that haunted his nights since a month - come out of its cocoon to lick the honey sent all the blood from his heart to his groin. Draco felt his breathing become more erratic and he struggled to prevent himself from pushing Granger against the nearest wall to taste the nectar which she was coated. And find out if Peeves' ditty contained some truth. That tought send a new wave of blood to his cock and left him in a blatant impossibility to at least reposition the fault of his impropriety. He decided to get on her nerves, although this technically was double-edged. The aim being to get her out before he was unable to resist beause an edgy Granger was a sexy Granger. Then, add the honey option and envy became Want... He should use all the self-control he had left.

"Well, with or without honey, I do not really see the differences... As for me, your clothes kind of fit now. You will learn that the bookworm look is out of fashion since... Always! However, your hair seemed tamed now! Who knew that honey or some other sticky thing would be better than gallons of Sleekeazy?" He reeled, while thinking that he really could have done better if her clothes did not fit her so much while hinting on what looked like a white lace bra.

Hermione was on the verge of hexing him. Professor or not! His monologue had only add fuel on the fire. And the fool did not stop! "Draco Malfoy!" She exclaimed, threatening him with an index. "If you do not stop immediately, I..."

The rest of her sentence was immediately forgotten when his mouth closed on her finger. She felt his tongue wrap around it in order to take all the nectar and his lips slowly glide to withdraw. Her legs threatened to give away and every inch of her skin shivered under the scope of the more than erotic intrusion.

"Hmm" He sighed before licking his lips. "It is indeed orange blossom honey... I wonder what your skin taste like naturally..."

"I..."

"Ah, I see a place that has not been touched!"

As in a dream, Hermione saw him catch gently, even tenderly her face before rotating it to the right. She perceived more than she saw him look at her again and again felt his tongue on her skin. He had indeed found a place that honey had not reached. Just below her jaw. Effervescence added to the thrill concentrated at her womanhood. She could not help but moan when he nibbled her skin.

"Sweet" He whispered. "Like cane... Peeves was wrong, it's not honey. I wonder if your love juice will taste the same as your skin..."

He decided to let her go before he did what he wanted. His famous smirk came on when he thought of Potter, innocently taking a bath a few feet away... He had some nobility of soul tonight and resolved to share this honey-ish and disoriented - thanks to him - Granger with his rival.

"The prefects' bathroom is nearby and the password is "bergamot". We will resume this conversation when the time comes."

On these words, he let her right in the middle of the corridor in the same condition as his certainly. The sounds she made! Those lascivious moans... The timbre of her voice would remain etched into his memory and haunt his future dreams. He had to take a shower, Fuck patrolling! He couldn't decently walk with Junior in sight! Wizarding robes could not hide everything. He estimated he had about thirty minutes before the survivor came whining at his door. Their beloved Granger would definitely be happy to fall into the mouth of the Grim. After all, he had provided the password to enter his lair... Remained to be seen what will happen in it!

Hermione watched Draco leave in a daze. She could still feel his lips on her skin and they were just so soft! She put her hand to the place he had nibbled and sighed. She, Hermione Jean Granger had just sighed like a teenager at her first crush. Technically she was still a teenager but if she added the hours lost - or gained depending on the point of view - due to her time turner use, she had more than twenty years, almost twenty-one. A young woman then. A young woman with almost no experience... She and Ron had done it all in all three times. The first time, though tender, had hurt like hell but since practice makes perfect, they had done it again twice. After the third time, however, both had confessed that they were far from the fireworks they expected. And that it was better if they left it at that before their friendship suffered. Surprisingly, the idea had came from Ron and she thanked him because she would never have known how to say it. Anyway, here she was, covered in honey in a Hogwarts' corridor, with a furious desire to run after her professor and former nemesis to push him to the ground and have her wicked way with him! Yet she did the opposite and went to the bathroom.

Harry Potter, former chosen one, holder of horcruxes and survivor, was taking a well deserved bubble bath when the door of his sanctuary opened. He found himself grumbling under his breath and was about to send to hell whoever it was when he heard that it was Hermione. He listened and discerned the words "asshole" followed by "Malfoy." Harry wondered what Draco could have done when to the words were added sounds of clothing being thrown. Wet clothes judging by the sound. Hermione's footsteps approached and he knew she was climbing the steps to the bathroom. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' He panicked inside. She was going to to see him and he, especially, was about to see her naked... She would be angry with him for not having forewarned her of his presence. Desperate times, desperate measures! He turned silently and leaned on the edge of the pool and thanked Merlin, Godric and even Albus to have taken his iPod with him. In an instant, he had headphones on and waited for the reaction of his beautiful best friend. Which came less than thirty seconds later.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"

And a splash. She had to be in the water. Harry turned and found himself in front of the most delightful view he had seen since… a long time! Maybe it was the fact that it was Hermione or that he was more or less in love with her. In any case, nothing took the purity she shown at that present moment. Hands protecting as best they could her chest, loose and dripping hair, rosy cheeks of embarrassment and relief to see him... Followed by anger. Oops! He did his best to call the Slytherin in him to look innocent.

"Hermione?" He asked, looking at her with a puzzled look or what he hoped to be a puzzled air.
"Harry! What are you doing here?"
"I... take a bath?"
"You didn't hear me? You could have said you were there!"

'And miss the show that you offer me? Certainly not!' He thought while trying not to smirk like Draco.

"I'm sorry but I had my headphones on! Without your cry, I would have not realize you were there! He lied. Or not, he had actually "listen" some music a few seconds earlier.

"I... uh... What do we do now?" She said.

After Draco, it had to be Harry who found her in a particularly vulnerable time! Since when did she call Malfoy, Draco, anyway? 'Since he licked your finger as if it were an ice lolly!' Retorted her conscience. The memory of his tongue, retrieving the nectar thoroughly on each phalanx, awakened again her intimacy. Shit! And Harry had to be there! Naked as she was... In a bath... The remains of a conversation she had with Ginny before she landed in the future returned. They had talked about where to have sex and the tub had come into the conversation. Hermione had brought the argument that with a Gillyweed the exercise would prove to be more than enjoyable... Ginny had breathed a sigh and then said aloud what Hermione thought "An underwater cunnilingus!" Before bursting into laughter. 'Damn brain!' She cursed. Would Harry mind if she trapped him in a corner? 'Certainly not!' Reassured her wanton side whose voice sounded suspiciously like Iris. Her hormones had reached a point near the no return. Yet her conscience, the true one, reminded her that she had not kissed neither of them, that her thoughts were becoming more than licentious and that she would not want to act like a strumpet. Although...

Harry looked at her for what seemed like a long monologue, pink cheeks appearing more pronounced as her inner battle lasted. When he saw her look firmly in his eyes, he realized that he would not finish his bath with her. Too bad... He now had to get out with dignity. Act far from obvious with the erection he was carrying at the time... He decided nevertheless be a good loser and came towards her, a predatory smile on his face. He could also take the opportunity to make a point...

"I'll leave you" He said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Although the view is breathtaking, I prefer that we take a bath together in other circumstances."

He took carefully, on the face of his beauty, a lock that bothered him and put it quietly behind her ear. He took the opportunity to stroke her cheek and ended his move by taking gently her chin between his thumb and forefinger. He looked straight into her eyes and saw that she felt the same desire as his. Yet he did not take advantage. He knew that even though she would be more than willing, she would blame herself afterwards. He chose to kiss her. Sweetly. At least at first. Despite himself, the kiss deepened and their tongues fought, trying to find out who would dominate the other, who would win the sensual fight he had initiated. When it ended, leaving the both of them stunned and burning with desire, he forced back the passion that threatened to explode and stroked her lips with the back of his thumb before giving her one last kiss, tender although ardent. She would be his, he swore, even if he had to share her.

"Delicious" He whispered. "Hermione, you'll be the death of me if this continues. I'll let you enjoy the pool... and the view when I get out" He added with a mischievous smile.

And by Merlin and all the Founder, what a view! She looked at him leaving the bath and dripping with water. The drops seemed to increase his athletic body and her gaze remained on the glorious ass he had. She instantly missed it when it disappeared under a thick towel and let out a frustrated sigh. Harry went down a few steps before turning one last time to talk to her.

"Prepare yourself Hermione, I'm done playing nice Harry. Our next meeting will show it to you..."

She heard him put on his clothes and then leave. 'How had I not seen his garments?' She thought. 'And miss the show?' Added her inner Iris. No, she would not have wanted to miss it for the world! Harry James Potter had kissed her like there was no tomorrow and Godric she had loved it! And that body! She praised the creators of Quidditch and wondered if Draco had the same... And if would kiss her as well. Her thoughts drifted and she found herself thinking of them and relieving the pressure both men had given her. In a cry of ecstasy, she said their names.


* Those are mine ^^

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I loved this macho side Harry had! I owed him that after the restroom thing. Then I'm on a long weekend and will post soon.

Thanks again to my lovely reviewers ! You mean the world to me ^^

Next chapter : New characters, an important decision and Ron and Pansy's role play with a twist ;D