Two more days had passed since your return from the hospital, and you couldn't have been more nervous. Fifth year meant heavily preparing for your O.W.L.S, which you needed top grades in Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts to continue your path to be an auror.
There were also whispers amongst the wizarding community that the ever so centuries old, famous Tri-Wizard tournament was being brought back.
The Tri-Wizard tournament was a competition between the top three magical European schools. That consisted of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Three competitors, one from each school, was chosen to compete in a series of tasks. The winner was crowned champion, as well as receiving a galleon prize, and the champion's school had bragging rights until the next tournament.
The dizzying excitement drowned out the mundane tasks of packing all your belongings and traveling to London to catch the train. By the time you had gotten to platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station, you hadn't realized you blanked out of the whole journey.
Everyone else was boarding the train, and Mrs. Weasley was saying something to you.
"Oh, my dear. I'm so happy you stayed with us this summer. Please write soon, and just know, that Mr. Weasley and I promise to go check in on your parents. We'll let you know if there's any updates."
You squeezed Mrs. Weasley's hands and pulled her in for a tight hug. "Thank you, Molly."
"Go on now, you don't want to miss the train!" she shouted.
You walked up the steps to board the train, and you turned around to give one last wave to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
You roamed down countless train cars looking for familiar faces, or just an empty train cabin to yourself.
After passing through a few cars, you saw Cedric leaning out of a cabin door talking to a girl you didn't know. She was sporting Ravenclaw robes, and she had long, black, straight hair. It was shiny and beautiful, just like her freckled face.
They were both laughing at something, and she reached out to touch his arm as they did.
You couldn't lie to yourself. You were a bit jealous. Even though Cedric was a year above you, he was one of your first Hufflepuff friends. You had loads of memories together during quidditch. He was safe and familiar.
You didn't want to interrupt his conversation, so you decided to try and shuffle by. However, this didn't exactly work.
"Hey!" chimed Cedric as he tapped your shoulder. "It's so good to see you. Doing alright?"
"I'm fine, Cedric. How are you?"
"Can't complain. This is Cho by the way, Cho Chang," introduced Cedric.
Cho greeted you with a shy hello and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. You offered her the same level of formalities and introduced yourself as well.
"I should go. I want to make sure I get a nice seat. See you later, Ced," said Cho.
You waited until she was out of earshot to speak. "Ced?" you laughed. "Aw, little Ceddy-weddy," you mocked.
"Stop that," laughed Cedric. "She's nice."
"I'm sure she is. I'm just bantering you."
Silence clung to the air as Cedric seemingly avoided saying something.
"You look like you have something to say," you guessed.
"Yeah. I just wanted to apologize. For not visiting you in the hospital. Once we got out of the campsite, my father apparated us out of there. I begged him to let me check on you, but he wouldn't allow it. Wanted to keep me safe, I guess."
"Cedric, that's alright. I don't blame you. Plus, I'm totally fine now, see?" You posed with a dramatic flair, and Cedric chuckled.
"Alright. I'm just really glad you're-" Cedric's words were cut off by one Fred Weasley slapping him on the back. George was close behind.
"Hey there mate. Mind if we steal this one?" asked Fred while nudging you.
Disappointment strung across Cedric's face, and he tried hard to hide it. You knew your friend too well. "Yeah, no worries. All yours."
"I'll see you later, Ceddy-weddy," you joked as you walked off with the twins.
"Ceddy-weddy?" asked Fred.
"Just a bit of bantering. You had to be there. So, to what do I owe the pleasure of you stealing me away from conversations?" you asked.
Neither Fred or George said anything in response, and that worried you. Those Weasley twin gears were in full circulation, and you knew that once they started, there was nothing you could do to stop them. Rather than asking again, you just went with it and trusted them.
They led you down two more train cars and pulled you inside an empty cabin.
Once the door was shut, Fred pulled down the shade to cover the small window. George was at work with his wand and cast the Muffliato charm, a charm used to fill passersby with buzzing in their ear. As soon as Fred was done with the window, he cast Colloportus on the door, locking it shut.
You had a feeling you knew where this was going. Another one of the Weasley twins' alluring speeches.
"Please, sit," offered George.
You sat on one side of the cabin, and the boys sat across from you.
"What is all this?" you questioned.
"Right, we've been thinking," started Fred.
"And talking," added George.
"We think it's time for you to have a riotous orgasm," stated Fred bluntly.
"Wow. Very to the point I see," you muttered under your breath. You were trying to play it cool, but in all honesty, you knew you were already a puddle between your legs.
"What better way to start the year?" uttered George.
"Hold on, why couldn't you use any of these charms at the burrow?" you inquired.
"Mum would have a cow if we kept our doors locked while there were women present," answered George.
"Plus, they would all suspect something weird if they walked by and heard the buzzing. They'd know we had cast the charm," supplied Fred.
"Fair," you said.
"You're stalling," guessed Fred.
Maybe you were. The proposal was enticing, but also nerve-wracking. You had never done anything so public.
Fred stood up to sit beside you, and like a shadow, George followed. Fred draped his arm across your shoulder and whispered in your ear. "I'm just dying to hear you shudder again."
Your panties were definitely turning into a flood zone.
"No one can hear us," whispered George in your other ear.
This was madness. You were accepting of fooling around with the brothers separately, but both at once? It felt so wrong that it felt right. While you were busying yourself with the mental gymnastics, Fred and George's hands mirrored each other on your thighs.
They trailed under your skirt and left a scorching trail of deepening arousal.
"You can say no," offered George.
"But I think you want to say yes," countered Fred.
You did, more than anything, you did. You hated how well Fred could read people, especially you.
You dipped your head back onto the cushion behind you, leaving your neck vulnerable to the prowling of George's mouth. It didn't take long for his lips to pounce on to it and leave affectionate sprinkles of kisses up and down it.
Your legs parted like oil and water under the dynamic sensations.
Fred's hand snaked further up your leg and moved your panties to the side. He hesitated before touching you, and the anticipation cause your hips to jolt forward into him.
George chuckled lightly. "Told you she was an eager beaver, brother."
Fred's lips grazed over your shoulder. "Do you want me to touch you, princess?"
"Yes," you breathed.
"I dunno, Georgie. Think she really deserves it?"
"With the way she rode my cock the other day, I'd say she deserves the world."
Fred circled one finger around your slick opening. He gently tapped inside of you, but barely pushing in. He continued to do this in and out.
George's hand fled your thigh and started to untuck your dress shirt from your skirt. From there, it migrated to your now taut nipples.
"Someone's perky," commented George.
"And wet," noted Fred.
Growing frustrated at Fred still mindlessly teasing your pussy, you let out a whine. At your beck and call, Fred pressed a finger through the silky barrier. You let out a satisfied breath and relaxed further into your seat.
George still made meticulous work of your nipples, going back and forth between the two. Nothing was going to be neglected if it came down to George Weasley. Soon, Fred plunged another finger inside of you, and he slowly increased his rhythm. The brothers worked in tandem, their paces matching to overload your senses into a deeper bliss.
Knowing this time that the possibility of being caught was almost zero, you could finally let the twins fully understand how easily you melted under their touch. Your breath started to quicken, and every inch of your flesh ran hot. George's lips still trailed along your neck, and you were sure that your thumping pulse was ringing through his mouth.
George brought his free hand to your face, extending two fingers to your lips. As if you could read his mind, you opened to let them in. You suctioned your mouth around his digits and twirled your tongued around them, soaking them profusely. When he was satisfied, he pulled them out and placed them at your swelling clitoris. Still working like one mind, the twins kept matching paces while stroking over every sensitive crevice. Growing closer and closer to climax, you began to gyrate in small circles. Your whines and pleas turned into moans of delight. Timidity touched your mind when you wanted to scream out, so you leveled for a happy medium. With each lecherous wail, you could almost make out erupting smiles on their faces. The three of your movements all synced up perfectly until the hard crash of orgasm washed over you. Your legs quivered, and the rest of your body slumped from the release. Their actions slowed to a halt, and you panted with closed eyes.
The twins moved their hands back to themselves, and Fred pulled out his wand. He pointed it at his cum soaked fingers and chanted, "Scourgify." His fingers were promptly cleaned.
"What? No taste test today?" you teased.
"Love, I'll never pass up the opportunity to taste you. Just didn't want to deal with the lingering stickiness," he explained.
He was practical if anything.
George lined a few kissed on the top of your shoulder before placing one on your jaw. "How are you feeling?"
"Exquisite."
"Good," they both said.
Back to School Feast
When you arrived at Hogwarts, you were saddened to separate from the twins. As they made their way to the Gryffindor table, you ambled over to the Hufflepuff table. Though it had been hours since, your legs were still a little weak from your train ride orgasm.
You spotted Cedric in the crowd, and he waved you over. You happily plopped down next to him, and curiosity got the better of him.
"So, what did Fred and George want on the train?"
"Oh, nothing. Just class stuff," you lied. An acrid taste foamed in your mouth. You never lied to your friends, or anyone for that matter. But letting anyone know that you were exploring extracurricular activities with the Doublemint Twins could put you in a world of hurt. All the judgment would rain down on you like a flood.
"I've never seen you talk to them before at school. I was surprised you all got on so well," he confessed.
"I guess when you spend a summer with people, your views are bound to change."
Before Cedric could continue grilling you, Dumbledore stepped up to the podium to begin his start of the year speech. With one leisurely wave of his hand, the entire Great Hall quieted.
His baby blue, floor length robe draped all around him. His half moon glasses sat further down his nose than normal glasses would sit. His waist long, white hair and crows feet showed off his many years of age but also his wisdom and experience.
"Welcome everyone, to another year at Hogwarts. And what an exciting year we have ahead of us," boomed Dumbledore. "First, I'll start off with a few routine notices. Our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you about forbidden objects such as Fanged-Frisbees and Hiccough Sweets."
"That's rubbish!" yelled out Fred.
Dumbledore smiled faintly. "Mr. Weasley, I enjoy these products as much as you, and I enjoy your enthusiasm. But rules are rules. Now," continued Dumbledore as he clapped his hands together. "As a reminder, the Forbidden Forest is strictly off limits to all students, and Hogsmeade trips are still only permitted during the weekends."
A few grumbles and groans filled the extra space in the Great Hall. Before Dumbledore could continue, a rumble filled the air as the doors to the Great Hall began to open. Stood at the entrance was a stocky man with shaggy, dark blonde hair. As he stumbled down the Great Hall, the clunking of his wooden leg echoed. His fake eye darted across to look at all the faces.
Alastair Moody. You'd recognize him anywhere. Your parents knew him well and had worked alongside him for many years.
Alastair clambered up the steps and took Dumbledore's hand firmly. Dumbledore muttered something to him before Alastair went and sat down at the Professor's table.
"Everyone, please join me in welcoming our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Alastair Moody."
Applause rings out through the Great Hall, but is soon cut off by Dumbledore continuing on.
"This year, we have the honor of hosting a very exciting event. The Tri-Wizard Tournament!"
Gasps and whispers folded in on each other while dripping suspense. Your suspicions were right, as were the rumors.
"Our esteemed guests from Beuaxbatons and Durmstrang have already arrived, and they will be introduced shortly. We've not held a Tri-Wizard tournament in over a century, but thanks to the Departments of International Magical Co-Operation and Magical Games and Sports, the competition has been brought back! Three champions will be chosen, one from each school, on Halloween night. The first of three tasks will take place a few weeks after. To ensure student safety and precautions, the departments and the heads of each school have decided that only witches and wizards in their sixth year and above will be eligible to put their name in the Goblet of Fire."
A mass of boos and jeers corrupted the atmosphere.
"Silence, silence," pleaded Dumbledore. "This is to ensure that those witches and wizards participating have a vast array of knowledge in the magical arts. Let it be clear, this contest is not for the faint hearted. If chosen, you are tied by a magically binding contract, and you must compete."
You eyed Fred and George, who were now grinning to each other. You figured they were sharing their excitement about entering the tournament, and your were divulging to yourself your pained concern if they were to be chosen.
"I think I might enter," nudged Cedric. "Reckon I'd do well?"
"You'd be amazing, Cedric."
"Now, let us not keep our guests waiting for introductions. They will be staying with us for the better part of the year, and I trust that you will all make our visitors feel at home. Allow me to first introduce the ladies of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress Madame Maxine."
Adorned in periwinkle dress robes and matching pointed hats, a dozen women came sauntering out. They fluttered with every step, stopping every few feet to conjure a handful of white butterflies. Every pair of eyes were transfixed on the Beauxbatons women, and honestly, you didn't blame them. Their butts were perky and jiggled with every movement. Their faces were sculpted of pure beauty. Trailing behind them was no doubt Madame Maxine, who was dressed in dark purple robes with a fur coat. She was tall. Taller than Hagrid tall.
When they all reached the other end of the Great Hall, they faced the crowd of students and bowed. Thunderous cheers and hollers detonated in unison.
"And now, let us welcome our friends from the North! Please greet the men of Durmstrang and their Headmaster Igor Karkaroff," added Dumbledore.
Just like with Beauxbatons, a dozen muscular men came marching through with wooden staffs that were nearly as tall as they were. They thumped and clanged their staffs against the floor in a rhythmic beat as they walked. The men were dressed in black fur hats and black and red fur coats. When they reached the other end, like with Beauxbatons, more cheers and applause broke through.
Through all the cheers, you managed to hear Cedric say something to you. "Blimey, it's Viktor Krum," he noted as he pointed a finger at one of the men in the group.
And it was indeed Viktor Krum.
What an interesting year you had in store. But there was still more to discover.
"A few more final things before I dismiss you all to bed. I apologize that the announcements have been rather long, but I promise they are all necessary. First and foremost, I'd like to present the Goblet of Fire," said Dumbledore.
With a wave of his hand, the cloth covering an object next to him flew off and onto the ground. What laid beneath it was a light, stone goblet. Another flick of Dumbledore's hand, and enchanted, blue flames burst out of it.
"Between now and Halloween, those students eligible will place their name into the fire to be considered for the tournament. On Halloween night, after the evening feast, we will find out the chosen champions," explained Dumbledore. "And finally, it is tradition to host another treasured and esteemed event alongside the Tri-Wizard tournament. This year, before we depart for Christmas break, we will be hosting the Yule Ball!"
Excited shrieks and giggles exploded from all of the women, and a few of the men. Most of the men groaned, but Fred and George looked pretty excited. Cedric as well.
You noticed a few Hufflepuff eyes glazing over to Cedric. No doubt they were already starting to muster the courage to ask him to the ball.
This year was definitely going to be a roller coaster.