A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter, but the last chapter needed to be together, and the Third Task needs to be its own, so this is what you get.
Despite officially being excused from final exams, Harry, Hermione, Fleur, Cedric, and Krum were all still studying to take their exams anyway.
The point of going to school was to learn. Even if they had been selected by a large drinking vessel to complete dangerous tasks all for the sake of governments and headmasters being able to brag to everyone about how they'd brought back an ancient tournament that'd been buried in the past for a reason — and there was a little bit of hazard pay for the winner. So learn they were going to, even if it made most of their classmates scrunch up their noses in confusion, and Ronald yell at them in the Gryffindor common room once or twice a dozen times that they were complete morons and arseholes for not taking this excuse not to have to be studying and to joke off instead. Of course, given the fact that he himself was joking off every time he said it, instead of studying like he purportedly should have been doing given the fact he wasn't exempt from exams, combined with the fact that no one could look at him without picturing him naked, and it didn't quite have the effect he was going for.
On the final day of exams, the day of the third task, Harry and Hermione were sitting in the Great Hall finishing up breakfast, getting ready to start their final day of examining, when Professor McG sauntered up like she owned the place.
"Potter, Granger, the champions are congregating in the chamber off the Hall after breakfast," she informed them. "The champions' families are invited to watch the final task, you know," she continued, despite the fact no one had told either of them that the champions' families were invited to watch, and therefore there was absolutely no way they could have possibly known. "This is a chance for you to greet them."
"Sorry, Prof, can't. History of Mag is in ten minutes," replied Harry, reaching down to pick up his bag.
"And my parents certainly aren't here, or they would have told me, and the Dursleys wouldn't have come if their life depended on it, not that you would have invited them had their life depended it, or that Harry would have wanted to see them, anyway," added Hermione, standing up and taking Harry's hand. "So goodbye, we have school to get to."
And with that they strolled out of the Great Hall towards the History of Magic classroom, leaving a rather stunned Professor McG standing there staring at their disappearing backs. She'd heard all the champions were still taking their tests, and she'd of course seen them all in her own Transfiguration finals she'd given, but she still couldn't believe that they would rather take a final than meet their families — even if Hermione was technically right in pointing out that it wasn't actually either of their families. Turning to try to find the other three champions to tell them about meeting their families, she saw that they had all already disappeared from the Great Hall, apparently as intent on their learning as Harry and Hermione were. Whelp, off to tell their parents they were going to have to wait until lunch to see their children because they were too busy taking their final exams.
As Harry and Hermione moseyed to their destination, Harry asked, "Who do you think they brought in as our 'family'? Since it certainly wasn't your parents or Sirius, the only people who could be considered our family."
Hermione gave him a look. The kind she gave him when he was being especially dense. "Seriously? Who do you think? We all know there's an evil plot afoot by the Weasleys."
"Oh," mumbled Harry, realizing how stupid he'd been not to see it immediately.
But by this point they had arrived outside Binnsy's classroom, and he put it out of his mind for the time being.
~HP~
Leaving Binnsy's classroom for lunch a couple hours later, Harry whispered into Hermione's ear, "You know, we could go down and meet Mrs Lardo Weasel, or…."
"Yeah?" whispered Hermione back sultrily.
"We could sneak back to our bed and I could do unspeakably dirty things to you for hours on end."
Hermione nearly pulled Harry's arm off jerking him off in the direction of a secret passage that would hasten their assent to the seventh floor and Gryffindor Tower.
Despite his statement that the things he was going to do to her were unspeakable, Harry kept up a steady description the whole way there of just what he planned to do, so that by the time they made it up to their dorm room, Hermione was wetter than a fucking thunderstorm in Texas. She was so wet she felt like Harry's head could have slid into her with ease. That certainly would have given new meaning to the phrase 'giving her head'.
Good to his word, Harry spent the next several hours defiling Hermione above and beyond her wildest dreams.
"Where the hell did you learn all that?" asked Hermione in disbelief as she hobbled along with Harry down to the Great Hall to grab a late lunch and refuel.
"You didn't really think I spent last night reviewing History of Magic, did you?" replied Harry cheekily.
"I didn't think it looked like a normal history book, but it was old enough looking that I thought you might have just found a more interesting book than our textbook to study from," answered Hermione.
"Oh, it was more interesting, alright," smirked Harry. "And I'm pretty sure I just proved it."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she certainly couldn't disagree. It really was a good thing they weren't competing for real in the tournament that night, because she certainly wasn't going to be in any kind of condition to be doing any serious running away from monsters for a while.
They had just sat down at the Gryffindor table when Professor McG scurried over to remind them that their family was still waiting for them in the side chamber off the Great Hall, and that they really had to go say hi since their final final exam wasn't for another hour. So after wasting as much time as they could eating, they finally wandered into the side chamber, where to little surprise they found Mrs Weasley waiting for them, along with Bill.
"Surprise!" said Mrs. Weasley excitedly as she started to quickly waddle over to them. "Thought we'd come and watch you, Harry, since we knew you wouldn't have any family here!"
She was clearly a woman on a mission to kiss Harry on the cheek, so Hermione took a subtle step sideways in front of her future husband, cutting the older woman off.
"What are you doing here?" she asked cooly. "Only family is supposed to be here, and if there's any family that could have been invited, it would have been my parents, not you."
"Oh, I'm sure your parents wouldn't have been interested in coming," brushed off Matriarch Weasley, but before she could continue with whatever she was going to say about how she was so much better as a visitor because she cared and all that crap, Hermione cut her off.
"My parents would have absolutely loved to have come visited," she said coldly. "They're fascinated with my gift, and want to learn everything about it and the world I'm now a part of that they can. They've been to Diagon Alley with me over a dozen times in the four years I've known I'm a witch. They would have came to visit the school I attend in a heartbeat."
Mrs Weasley looked properly chastised for all of a split second before quickly changing the subject. "We were hoping you could give us a tour around the castle!" she said cheerfully.
"Sorry, but we have a final exam in fifteen minutes," replied Harry, not sounding very sorry at all.
"But aren't you excused from final exams as champions?" exclaimed Mrs Weasley in disbelief.
"And isn't this a school, where the whole point is to learn and find out how much you've learned?" riposted Hermione. Turning to Harry she added, "Come on, Harry. Let's go."
They were going to be a few minutes early, but it was better than standing around there and being patronized and mollycoddled by the mother of someone they used to be friends with.