Harry and Hermione were finally instructed as to what the last task of the TriWizard Tournament would be in the last week of May.
They, along with the three actual champions, gathered in the middle of the hedged-up Quidditch pitch to learn that they would have to make it through a highly dangerous maze filled the worst kinds of evil obtainable by the three headmasters to finally descend upon the coveted Cup. And it would be a race. Stagger-started based on the slim point differentials from the first task, since they'd all received the same number of points in the second task. Harry and Hermione would meanwhile be starting an hour after Fleur, the final regular entrant into the maze, because that's definitely how the point time differential came out, and the judges totally weren't playing Calvinball here at all under the cover of the fact that no one actually knew the rules except themselves. But Harry and Hermione were fine with it, because they hadn't even volunteered for the tournament to begin with, even if they were more than happy with all the benefits they'd gained from being thrust into it illegally.
But they were soon dismissed, since there wasn't actually any viable reason for dragging everyone out into the middle of the Quidditch field at nine at night just to tell them they had to make it through a difficult maze quickly, and the five champions walked out of the maze together, chatting. They had just reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest when Señor Crouchy, judge unfindable, suddenly jumped out from behind a tree, making them all jump.
At first they simply thought he was talking politics, as he seemed to just be rambling without making any sense, but then he suddenly seemed to become lucid, gasping, "Dumbles! I need...see...Dumbles…."
He continued entreating them in harsh whispers, as the five champions just stared at him, wondering if they were finally witnessing a politician going around the bend. Then he suddenly began talking fluent politiceese to the nearest tree again, and they realized something worse than becoming a politician had happened to him, and they really should go get Dumbles to sort it all out.
"Two of us should stay here to protect Señor Crouchy and make sure he doesn't wander away or try to enact any new laws, while three of us go find Dumbles or a teacher," began Harry, when suddenly it was lights out for all of them.
~HP~
Hermione was the first to come to, and quickly began shaking everyone else awake. Based on the position of the moon and the stars compared to where they'd been as they'd left the maze, she calculated that they'd been out cold for about twenty minutes. That, and the fact her watch now read nine-thirty.
"Where is he?" asked everyone over each other once they were all finally rousted and saw that Señor Crouchy was no longer with them.
Physically no longer with them. Though for all they knew, he might not be with them in the other sense, either.
After a quick Lumos didn't reveal him taking a nap with them, they quickly headed off towards the castle to alert a teacher that there was a loose politician on the grounds making even less sense than normal, and possibly even being in his right mind at times. Making it up to the castle, they burst into the teachers' lounge, figuring that to be the most likely place to find a teacher.
And sure enough, they found three.
Professor McG, Flity, and surprisingly, Bug-Eyed Trelawney, were shooting the bull around a cask of ale when the five students burst in, and inconsiderately didn't offer them any. The five champions quickly described what had happened, and in less than thirty minutes a search party consisting of Dumbles, Mad-Eye, and Hagrid headed out of the castle to try to find Señor Crouchy, while the five champions headed to their respective beds because it was late and it was a school night, and Professor McG, Flity, and Bug-Eyed Trelawney went back to sipping their ale.
~HP~
They never heard how the search had turned out, until a few days later through a completely unrelated event.
Hermione had gone to her regularly scheduled Monday afternoon Arithmancy class, while Harry was in the library skiving off Divination since he'd given it up as a complete load of bullshite several months earlier. If Bug-Eyed Trelawney had told any of the other teachers about him no longer attending her class, none of them had confronted Harry about it — though whether that was because she hadn't told them, or simply because none of them cared if Harry stopped attending such a woolly subject, Harry and Hermione were still undecided. But regardless, Harry was in the library finishing up his Herbology homework they'd received that morning, instead of up in the stuffy tower that almost made one fall asleep as quickly as Binnsy's voice.
One moment he was looking up plants, the next he was riding on the back of an eagle owl, soaring through the clear blue sky. He soon flew into a creepy building, eventually coming to an even creepier room, containing the most creepiest of all, a naked Wormtail and a huge snake (also naked, but then again, snakes usually are). To no one's surprise, Voldypants babbled on murderously for several minutes, before finally pulling out his wand that he'd miraculously gotten back after losing it or it blowing up into smithereens in the Potter Cottage when he attempted to kill the baby Potter, right before deciding to take a quick sabbatical on trying to take over the world and float around not quite unlike a ghost for a decade or so.
Pointing it at Wormtail, he cast a curse Harry had never seen or heard before. At the beginning, if he'd just seen the look on Wormtail's face and heard his screams, instead of also feeling an echoed version of the effects himself, he would have thought Voldypants was hitting him with the Cruciatus Curse. But that echoed feeling he could feel wasn't white-hot needles under the skin, at least not in the normal sense. And then within minutes, rope of sticky cum after rope of sticky cum was shooting out of Wormtail's fully erect penis, completely coating himself and the walls and the floor around him. This continued on until Harry was sure Wormtail's screams really were in agony from pleasure overload. Finally Voldemort lowered his wand and left Wormtail in a whimpering heap on the grungy wooden floor, unable to move.
Harry jerked his head up from the library desk with a start, hurriedly looking around to see if he had replicated any of Wormtail's moans, and if anyone was looking at him strangely. But thankfully no one around was paying him any attention, though whether that was because he'd remained quiet or everyone was too indifferent to care that he'd just gotten his rocks off while doing homework, the jury was still out. The next thing he noticed was that the inside of his robes were painted with his own cum, though nowhere near as much as Wormtail had ejaculated, and nothing more than the quick cleaning charm he performed could take care of.
What he didn't know, was at the exact same time as he was having his wet dream, Hermione was getting the feelings-free version in Arithmancy. Which really was for the better, as moaning during Arithmancy was much more likely to be questioned and much harder to explain away than moaning while doing homework in the library. Typically it was more groans than orgasmic moans in the library, but they were similar enough that people generally weren't about to question — after all, everyone sounded differently, and someone like the Bushy-haired Bookworm really might get that kind of pleasure from doing homework. And besides, who hadn't ever had someone give them a little extra encouragement while they were studying? It was a very nonjudgemental school, at least when it came to that — though very, very judgmental when it came to halfbreeds, and parseltongue, and purebloodedness, and lots and lots of other rather more important things.
But back in the library, as Hermione was busy thinking over the vision instead of paying attention to class for the first time in her life, Harry was debating what he should do. On one hand, he should probably tell Dumbles, or some other responsible adult as quickly as possible, but on the other hand, it didn't seem like there was any urgent news in Voldypants' ramblings, and he wanted to see what Hermione would suggest when she got out of Arithmancy. So in the end, he decided to finish up his homework, and wait on Hermione.
A while later, Hermione made her way through the library, finding Harry at their normal table in the back. Never one for unnecessary greetings, as soon as she was close enough to use her inside-the-library voice and he still hear her, she asked, "Was that pain or pleasure? I couldn't tell from Wormtail's face or screams, though the large amount of ejaculate would indicate pleasure."
"How did you—?!" exclaimed Harry, looking up at her, but she cut him off before he could finish.
"I think we're psychically-linked from the ritual Fleur performed with us at the beginning of all this. It's not as strong as your scar-connection straight to Voldypants, but it is still there. Now what was that spell — pain or pleasure?"
"The latter eventually causing the first, I think," answered Harry. "You should be familiar to a much smaller, more controlled extent. And from Ginny making a fool of herself in the Great Hall. Twice a week for the last month."
"I'm more than aware of too much pleasure beginning to border on pain, we did it last night," replied Hermione, rolling her eyes. "And technically, we might be slightly to blame for Ginny looking like a fool."
"We aren't the ones making her strip naked and writhe on the table," countered Harry. "We just give her the orgasms, which if she'd just walk out of the Hall when she felt the first one building, wouldn't even come. I mean, after that first time, we've never used the sudden orgasm version of the spell again. She just likes showing off her orgasms to the whole school, until the teachers are afraid she'll risk permanent brain damage and cart her off to the hospital wing where she spends the night recovering. I'm honestly rather surprised she hasn't had a few false starts and climbed on the table and began fucking herself just thinking she was getting orgasmed when really she just had a random teenage, hormonal erection. Or pooling, or hot flash, or whatever you girls call random, unexplainable horniness."
"Teenage arousals?" shrugged Hermione, not really ever having thought about a name for it before. "But more importantly than Ginny climbing on the table and finger-fucking herself in front of the whole school, which we both know if we keep talking about will cause us to get hot and bothered and want to have it out here and now on this table, what are we going to do about this vision we had? Seems like we ought to tell someone, even if they probably won't actually do anything useful with it."
"I was thinking we should try to find Dumbles and tell him, but since it wasn't urgent, I wanted to hear your opinion first," replied Harry.
"I think that's a fine idea. Can't hurt, anyway," answered Hermione. "Want to go do that now? I mean, we could wait until after supper, it was just the normal 'Wormtail's made a blunder, somebody Voldypants wants dead is, and oh yeah, Harry Potter will die'. Nothing Dumbles couldn't guess on his own without hearing about our vision. You know, I'm pretty sure 'Harry Potter will die' is just the Death Eaters' way of saying goodbye. Instead of saying 'Goodbye, Malfoy', 'Goodbye, Rooks', they go 'Harry Potter will die, Malfoy', 'Harry Potter will die, Rooks. See you tomorrow.' It's like ending your conversation with 'Hail, Hydra' so the other person knows you're part of the club."
"Well, I don't have anything important to do at the moment, since I just finished up my homework a couple minutes before you arrived, so we might as well go ahead and get it out of the way," replied Harry. "At least that's my thought."
"That's chill — we can go now. I don't have anything else either, and maybe we can find a broom closet on the way from his office down to supper."
~HP~
A few minutes later, Harry and Hermione stood in front of the stone gargoyle, wondering how to make it move since they didn't have the secret password, and it probably wasn't 'Harry Potter will die' or 'Hail, Hydra' (anyway, they'd tried both, and it hadn't worked).
Hermione had just suggested trying to tickle the gargoyle into submission, when Dumbles, Mad-Eye, and Fudgypie himself came strolling up the hallway behind them.
" 'Ello, you two," greeted Dumbles in a bad fake British accent. "I was just giving Fudgypie here a tour of the grounds we failed to find Señor Crouchy on the other night. How can I help you?" Turning to the Minister of what used to be the most powerful country on earth back in the eras where wizarding society was still stuck, he added, "And goodbye, Fudgy," before turning his attention back to Harry and Hermione.
He gave the password to the gargoyle ("Cockroach Clusters"), and led them up to his office. Soon enough, they had told Dumbles everything they had seen, heard, and felt, and he dismissed them after much thoughtful humming and head nodding. Meandering their way down to the Great Hall for supper, Hermione pulled Harry into the first broom closet they ran across.
"I think we both deserve a reward for being good little students and telling the professor what we saw," she whispered sultrily in his ear.
In under three seconds flat, both their robes were off them and Harry's penis was wedged firmly inside Hermione's soaked vagina.