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Chapter 136: Dance Partner
Harry had never known so many people to put their names down to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas; he always did, of course, because the alternative was usually going back to Privet Drive, but that was a thing of the past now. He now had an idea what many folks could be looking forward to, a nice break, some time with friends and family, but now they were all throwing it away for a ball.
This year, everyone in the fourth year and above seemed to be staying, and they all seemed to Harry to be obsessed with the coming ball — or at least all the girls were, and it was amazing how many witches Hogwarts suddenly seemed to hold; he had never quite noticed that before.
Girls giggling and whispering in the corridors, girls shrieking with laughter as boys passed them, girls excitedly comparing notes on what they were going to wear on Christmas night. . . .
"Why do they have to move in packs?" Terry Boot asked him as a dozen or so girls walked past them, sniggering and staring at Harry. They took to hanging out together, it was a good thing to get to know his coming vessel.
"How're you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?"
"Lasso one?" Neville suggested. "Got any idea who you're going to try?" the Gryffindor turned his question on Harry.
Harry didn't answer as he stayed silent on the subject. He knew perfectly well that wasn't an option.
Terry seemed to know what was going on inside Harry's head. "Listen, you're not going to have any trouble. You're a champion. You've just tamed a dragon with ease, a whole flock of them. I bet they'll be queuing up to go with you."
The Ravenclaw had no idea how right he was, he already was able to avoid those dreadful invitations, but for how long, he did not know. It wasn't too long it would seem as a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl to whom Harry had never spoken in his life asked him to go to the ball with her the very next day. Harry had no idea how she had snuck up on him, but he politely turned her down when he was left with no choice.
The following day, two more girls asked him, a fourth year and a fifth year, and that was when it began. Every day he would be jumped by a Hogwarts girl or even a foreign student to the ball. Harry wondered to himself why he had to show off at the first trial.
Witches were drawn to power, and he had shown he had an ample amount of it.
Hermione's words about Krum kept coming back to him. "They only like him because he's famous!" Harry doubted very much if any of the girls who had asked to be his partner so far would have wanted to go to the ball with him if he hadn't been a school champion.
On the whole, though it wasn't too bad; there seemed to be fewer Support Cedric Diggory badges around too. AS of course Harry did much better than him in the first trail, thus more people were beginning to cheer for him, and betting all their odds that he would win the triwizard tournament for Hogwarts.
Draco Malfoy, of course, was sulking as his father must have received the fine that Harry had Mr. Tonks send him.
In the halls one day, Hagrid greeted him, "Heya, Harry!"
"Hey, Hagrid," Harry returned the gesture. Since it was on everyone's mind these days, he asked, "You coming to this ball thing on Christmas Day, Hagrid?"
"Though' I might look in on it, yeah," Hagrid said gruffly. "Should be a good do, I reckon. You'll be openin' the dancin', won' yeh, Harry? Who're you takin'?"
"No one, yet," Harry quickly answered. "What about you, though?" he turned the question on the half-giant.
"Eh?" Hagrid said looking surprised.
"Yea, you," Harry smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "Going to take that someone special to the ball?"
"I... we... 'ren't..." Hagrid stammered out. Then changing directions, he said, "I better be goin'"
Watching as the big man ran off, Harry chuckled to himself as he shook his head. "It seem like some were just as stuck as him."
The last week of the term became increasingly boisterous as it progressed. Rumors about the Yule Ball were flying everywhere, though Harry didn't believe half of them — for instance, that Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of mulled mead from Madam Rosmerta.
It seemed to be fact, however, that he had booked the Weird Sisters, a very famous musical group. And the Great Hall would be the centerpiece of the ball.
Some of the teachers, like little Professor Flitwick, gave up trying to teach them much when their minds were so clearly elsewhere; he allowed them to play games in his lesson on Wednesday, and spent most of it talking to Harry about dueling tactics that Harry might use in the coming trials of the Triwizard Tournament.
Other teachers were not so generous. Nothing would ever deflect Professor Binns, for example, from plowing on through his notes on goblin rebellions — as Binns hadn't let his own death stand in the way of continuing to teach, they supposed a small thing like Christmas wasn't going to put him off. It was amazing how he could make even bloody and vicious goblin riots sound as boring as Percy's cauldron-bottom report.
Professors McGonagall and Sirius kept them working until the very last second of their classes too, and Snape, of course, would no sooner let them play games in class than adopt Harry. Thankfully Harry did not have the nasty despicable man, though he guessed he did trade in for someone equally as bad.
That being a manipulative old man that like to put on a false grandfatherly face. The two of them were back to their usual lessons, very informative like always as Dumbledore was after all the most powerful wizard in land, but he had to be on guard at all time from his evil machinations.
"Mmm... you're not exactly straining yourself, though, are you?" Hermione asked Neville one day during breakfast, looking at him over the top of her Potions notes. Neville was busy building a card castle out of his Exploding Snap pack — a much more interesting pastime than with Muggle cards, because of the chance that the whole thing would blow up at any second.
"It's nearly Christmas and the term is almost over, Hermione," Harry said lazily as he was rereading Flying with the Cannons for the tenth time in an armchair near the fire. Hermione looked severely over at him too. "I'd have thought you'd be doing something constructive, Harry, even if you don't want to learn your antidotes!"
"Like what?" Harry asked as he watched Joey Jenkins of the Cannons belt a Bludger toward a Ballycastle Bats Chaser.
"That egg!" Hermione hissed.
"Well you will be glad to know I am working on that, Hermione," Harry said cheekily.
"Really?" Hermione asked as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Yep, already figured it out, this contains disembodied merpeople voices singing a song to the champions, letting them know that they had to come to the lake and rescue something very valuable to them."
"You are not supposed to tell me that!" Hermione shouted.
"Well would you have left me if I didn't," Harry grinned.
"He is right about that," Fred chuckled.
"Whatever," Hermione said, then taking on a more serious tone she said, "Harry come meet me later tonight in that room."
"What for?" Harry asked, as he knew pretty well which room she was talking about, the room of requirements he had shown her.
"Just come!" Hermione said as she closed her book shut.
*Gulp
Coming to the arranged location, Harry regretted his decision, he should have known he would be falling into a trap. And like the idiot he was, he walked right into it.
In the room was quite a few familiar faces that he knew very well and intricately including; Lavender Brown, Tracey Davis, Fay Dunbar, Susan Bone, Daphne Greengrass, Hermione Granger.
It really was never a good sign when the woman you have been sleeping with all gather together in one room. Better to turn tail and run, but before he could do that they all turned their eyes on him, holding him in place.
"So good you could make it," Tracey chuckled as suddenly the door behind him slammed shut and he could hear it locking in place.
Turning around Harry saw Lavender smile at him as she set aside her wand.
"Hey girls," Harry did his best impersonation of being calm and collected while in the inside he was very much the opposite of that.
"Come on take a seat," Daphne said as she pointed to an empty chair.
"Yes, like I told you, we would like a word with you," Hermione said.
At her comment, Harry felt like shouting, 'no you didn't'!' If he had known all of them would be here, forget coming, he would have made himself scarce for a while.
Nevertheless, he took the seat he was told to take, and sat there watching the grins on all their faces.
"Don't worry, Harry," Fay said with a friendly smile as she rested a hand on his shoulder while there was plenty of mirth in her eyes. "We won't bite..."
As if he would believe that, still though he made a show of being at ease and glad to be here. "So what did you girls want? I have been summoned, and I have come," he said, making a silent plea to them to show mercy.
"Nothing much," Lavender Brown shrugged her shoulders and bashed her eyelashes at him.
"We want to talk about the Yule Ball," Susan Bone cut to the chase.
"Oh, that," Harry said, playing dumb and hoping that it would somehow work. "What about it?"
"We just want to know who you would be taking," Daphne spoke up, playing along with him in his game as she stated the obvious.
"Ahhhh..." Harry uttered as he really had no answer to give. He didn't want to play favorites and pick one. That wouldn't be good not only for him and his consciousness, but also for them as there might be hard feelings and jealousy cropping up. Then the answer presented itself to him, he did not know why he hadn't thought of it before, but now that it was looking him right in the face it was so obvious.
"Well," Harry cleared his throat as he puffed up his chest, "I was going to take you all to the ball! Now what do you say to that!"
Silence greeted his answer for a while until Daphne finally spoke up, "I kind of like it!"
"Really?" Harry asked as a hopeful expression crossed his face.
"Oh, that sounds lovely," Lavender perked up, "why didn't we think of it."
"So you girls already had a plan," Harry asked as he stared at them each in turn, not believing what he was hearing. Why did they make him suffer so for so long.
"Aaa, don't worry," Tracey said as she waved her hand at him as if it wasn't of any concern.
Ignoring him totally, Hermione asked the group at large, "But can we? Isn't everyone supposes to bring one partner only?"
"Where does it say that in the rules," Daphne sniffed. "The only rule there was I believe was that you need one partner, if you have more, well then," she shrugged her shoulders.
Susan was the only one kind enough to lean over and whisper to him, "We planned to choose among ourselves who got to go with you to the ball. Though your idea sounds much better for everyone."
"Then we have a deal then," Fay spoke up.
"I have a lot to prepare," Lavender gushed.
"You will need to prepare your best, Harry," Daphne uttered, "you can't be making up looking bad."
Looking at all of them as they already started to plan everything out, Harry wondered to himself if it would have been better if he let them choose among themselves.
Nevertheless Harry put on a benign smile, "Do I ever disappoint!"
As the Yule Ball fast approached, many people went to desperate measures to get a partner for the ball.
There were a few highlights like Ron asking Fleur Delacour to go to the ball with him. Harry wondered what happened to him, but now he looked like perfectly alright asking a girl out though he hadn't seen him in the Gryffindor common room after he kicked him out of the house.
Anyways he tried to fight back a smile, but couldn't help shake his head sympathetically as everyone watched! The fool really should have thought it through, as they stood at the entrance hall where everyone was goggling, but with the hazy look in his eyes, Harry couldn't blame him for not thinking through it.
His situation wasn't helped as Fleur looked at him like I was a sea slug or something. She didn't even answer as she turned her head away from him and walked away.
He was glad to see some people had better luck as Hagrid was able to ask Madame Maxime to the ball and got a yes. Every time he has seen the half-giant after that, he always had a stupid smile on his face, and Harry couldn't help sharing it too.
At any rate, it had nothing to do with him, he had to get outfitted with a dress robe for the upcoming ball.
As soon as the weekend arrived and they were all off class, he was dragged to Diagon alley by the girls. It seem like none of them trusted him to wear the correct piece to the Yule Ball so they found it in themselves to take him out shopping.
He didn't know what was it with girls and shopping, because he spent all day trying out one piece after the other, then it was to different stores then back to them again. Just to get them to stop, he turned the matter on to them, promising to buy them all the dresses and clothing they could want.
Anything to break free from this tiresome and endless cycle.
That opened the floodgates as hours later, he was in the end of the group carrying with him countless bags in his hands, armpits, head, and even mouth as they finally left the shopping district.
"Ohh, we need to so come tomorrow," Lavender spoke up.
"Yeah, I so wanted that scarf from that store," Susan agreed.
"And I wanted that lovely summer shirt..."
Just listening to them carry on, Harry uttered a low groan as he submitted himself to his fate. The only person he had to blame was himself, why did he have to go get a harem. Couldn't one woman be enough for him...
Oh well, he thought to himself, if this the price then so be it...
Chapter 137: Madam Rosmerta(R-18)
Harry was utterly and truly tired as he appeared outside the castle. He felt bone weary and just needed some time to himself. Instead of heading to the castle, Harry walked down to Hogsmeade in a search for a drink. His only option was the Three Broomsticks he just hoped it wasn't too busy.
The weather had already started to change as autumn was slowly rolling away and winter was slowly stretching out its grip on them as it was getting chilly. He cast a warming charm to keep warm, but it took a few to fight back the cold. It took him almost 10 minutes to walk to town without the help of the carriages after he dropped of all the shopping bags.
When he finally made it to the Three Broomsticks he looked into the window and saw Madam Rosmerta cleaning up the bar. She was putting a table's empty pint glasses on her serving tray before wiping down the table. The hour must have been very late, and Madam Rosmerta must be closing shop soon.
Desperate to get out of the cold he entered the inn and pulled off his cloak as the ball rang behind him. As he stepped inside he could see Madam Rosmerta looking up.
"Sorry to burst in this late, but I just really need a drink."
"You know my policy, I never turn away a customer, especially one that looks like you. Go ahead and take a seat at the bar, I will be with you in a moment," Madam Rosmerta called out as she went out in the back to put away the dirty utensils and what not.
Harry did as she asked and sat at the bar. While he waited he looked around and saw an empty tip jar. Without thinking he reached into his pouch and pulled out a handful of galleons and dropped it into her tip jar. It wasn't as much to him, but for her it would be quite a lot, nevertheless he wanted to show his appreciation.
It was at that moment that Madam Rosmerta comes inside wiping her hands with her apron as the sound of coins clinking into a glass echoed in the empty inn. "What are you trying to do here, buy me?" Madam Rosmerta joked as she sat a cup before him.
Harry was now just staring at the shelves of booze waiting for a chance to order. He didn't even notice Madam Rosmerta was done out back until she stood right in front of him. Due to his hunched over and tired posture at the bar he was staring right at her breasts which were pushed up due to the corset she was wearing. Harry quickly averted his gaze to her face after he replied what she said to him in his mind.
"What no! I just wanted to show my appreciation..." Harry quickly stammered, not wanting her to get the wrong opinion of him.
Madam Rosmerta looked in her tip jar and saw seven galleons, "Are you sure?" she repeated with a smile.
Harry saw the mirth in her eyes and just shook his head, "Yes. Though if you are offering..." he returned her question with a wide grin of his own.
"Ahhh, you are too young for me," Madam Rosmerta uttered as she poured him a drink. "And I am an old lady now!"
The drink had barely left her hand before Harry took it and downed the glass ignoring the burn. "Really, you old," Harry said as he faced her head on and took her in. While he tried not to look down the front of her dress, despite the pull towards her cleavage being very magnetic.
As he took her in, he was struck by her beauty, no wonder so many boys had wet dreams of her. She was in her early thirties, and very much still attractive. It was at that moment she locked eyes with him and both their green eyes met.
"I don't know where you get off telling yourself you are old, but you are and will be a lovely beauty for many more years to come!" Harry declared.
"I see, so our chosen one also has a very glib tongue, huh," Madam Rosmerta uttered as it seem his words had an effect on her as she turned her head away for a moment to hide the blush.
"That's not all I have," Harry whispered.
Getting up from his chair and coming behind the bar, Madam Rosmerta as he came over as he saw a shiver pass through her. Harry leaned in and whispered to her in a husky tone. "You mean to tell me you've never had a man come up to you, and give the treatment you deserve," he said. Then he pulled up Madam Rosmerta's gown to emphasize the point.
And then his hands were on her ass and cunt and it was all Madam Rosmerta could do to stay still as instructed. Her eyes went wide and her cute pouty lips parted as the slightly older witch tried to keep her calm. Harry Potter was on right next to her as he slowly molesting her body reached everywhere.
Seeing how she looked, Harry guessed she had been so long out of the game she was like an inexperienced girl all over again. It was so easy to tease her as his fingers were gripping down roughly on her poor firm rump, but even worse than that, he was rubbing his thumb down on her clit while sliding two of his digits up and down her sopping wet slit.
The madam was quickly losing control under Harry's ministrations as she let out low moans and shivers. Her nipples were hardening and poking through her low cut gown, which was steadily getting more and more soaked as her chest began to heave from the exertion of trying to keep herself from losing her mind.
Of course, that was the moment Harry suddenly pulled back, right when she was on the cusp of an orgasm. Eyes going wide wide, Madam Rosmerta let out a squeal at the sudden sensation of his hand coming down on her bare naked ass.
"There is a lot more where that came from if you want it! Go close up the shop for me will you?"
Madam Rosmerta could only nod her head sheepishly as she was way too far gone at this point to say no or to resist the handsome powerful wizard's advances. All she wanted was more of what he had to offer.
Stepping out from around the counter with her dripping wet pussy lips and toned buttocks on full display, and totally forgetting she was a witch and had a wand that could do it for her. Madam Rosmerta walked over to the doors almost shamefully, she reached them only to get the shock of her life when she looked outside and saw a customer about to open the door.
Their eyes met and then his trailed down her body as he looked at her in utter surprise. Mortified and embarrassed and ashamed, Madam Rosmerta very quickly locked the door and flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED once more before hastily retreating from the front doors, first giving him a great view of her incredibly aroused cunt and then the equally amazing sight of her glistening dusky ass as she fled back into the store to the counter.
For whatever reason, Rosmerta found herself back behind the counter rather than anywhere else. Biting her lower lip, she placed her hands on the bar counter in front of her and tried to comprehend what she'd just done, a mixture of shocked and aroused still over her own exhibitionism.
Rosmerta's eyes widened as Harry broke her from her train of thought with a firm spanking across her toned ass. That was the tipping point for some reason and she came so hard that she fell away from the counter and onto her knees, orgasming on the spot.
"Come on," Harry said, "it's time for the main course!" Rosmerta turned to stare at his majestic form with wide eyes, beyond shocked. Of course, most of her focus was on his massive dick, which as it turned out, was coming right towards her.
"Suck it," Harry said.
Rosmerta's focus almost broke because she pulled out a cock which was surprisingly large for someone Harry's age. Nevertheless, in her stunned state, she wrapped her fingers around him and started to pump Harry up and down.
Rosmerta's warm hand wrapped around his cock and felt his cock extend larger. Rosmerta caressed this throbbing cock in her hands. It seem to had been a very long time for her as it took a while to get a handle of it, but she quickly adjusted.
"You have such a nice, hard, cock, Harry," Rosmerta spoke up finally coming back to herself. "I want to put it in my mouth….. Do you think I can put it in my mouth?"
"Sure why not," Harry said with a wide grin as Rosmerta offered up no resistance at all as he grabbed hold of her by her hair and unceremoniously shoved his dick right into her mouth.
The witch's pouty lips stretched wide around Harry's girth as he rammed it right down her throat. Rosmerta tried to let out a moan, tried to run her tongue along his length and give him an actual blowjob, but Harry wasn't having any of it. With his grip on her ponytail, there was nothing Rosmerta could do but take it as he dominated her mouth with his massive member. In and out of her face hole he went, forcing his shaft down her throat and choking and gagging her on his length.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
The madam seem to want this very bad as she lowered herself down further along his cocking taking more. Her tongue flickered out around his throbbing, swollen head. The warmth spreading around Harry's head made him feel really good.
Rosmerta wrapped her right hand around the base since he was kind enough not to fed her all of it, and make her chicken. The left hand made its way towards her balls and started to play with them. She squeezed and stroked them, using her finger to good effect. All the while Rosmerta swirling her tongue around his cock, and making sure to hit all of the points which brought him pleasure.
"Good, very good," Harry whispered, "Keep sucking my cock."
She had no intention to stop sucking him off. Her hands caressed him, mouth sucked him, and brought increasing amounts of pleasure.
"Fuck," Harry swore with a grunt, "I'm going to cum!" Giving her forewarning, but Rosmerta didn't stop. She double downed on the oral service, and kept slurping on him, while squeezing his heavy balls.
He groaned and started to fire the load deep inside of her mouth. Rosmerta brought her lips further down and sucked his cum down into her mouth. She swallowed the warm load. He pumped maybe a half of a dozen loads before settling down.
Rosmerta pulled away from him, and touched her thumb across his cock. She gave it a light and loving caress, before reaching up.
"I know what you want," Rosmerta said. "It's what all men want…."
Rosmerta pulled down the front of her dress and freed her large, round breasts. The succulent, mouth watering flesh struck Harry in the face. Harry captured the round orbs in his hand and touched them.
"Play with them," Rosmerta encouraged him. "Suck on them, they're all yours, baby."
Harry's face disappeared into the generous mountains of flesh. Rosmerta stroked his cock while he sucked his tits. His mouth was all over her, and she guiding his head.
"Good, mmmm, very good, "Rosmerta said. "You're so good, but I think I know how we can have even more fun."
Rosmerta slipped off her dress the rest of the way. She wigged out of it, her wide juicy ass pushing out of it. She wore nothing other than her stockings and shoes when on the ground.
Harry looked towards her with a gaze from those burning eyes. Any hint of backing out had left her. Harry's power, whether knowingly or not, spread over Rosmerta. She turned over and pressed her hands and knees up against the bar. Her thighs spread far and wide.
"If you want me, come and get me," Rosmerta said. "Please, Harry, fuck me, I'm so wet." She was pretty sure many men imagined bending her over the bar, flipping her dress up, and spanking her firm ass until raw. The fact Harry did it, and more importantly she allowed him to do so made her wonder what the hell was going on.
Harry's throbbing hard rod pushed against Rosmerta's lips. Harry eased inside of her. Rosmerta held her hands against the bar.
"Honey, I want you to take me," Rosmerta said. "Hold nothing back, please….and I won't breath a word of this to anyone."
Harry ran his fingers down her spine, and he obliged her. One long thrust brought the point of his cock deeper between her legs. Those thick throbbing balls smacked against her thighs. Harry held onto her and smacked inside of her again.
"It does feel so good, to be so bad," Harry said. "So, how many Hogwarts students have you taken into your backroom?"
"I've teased many, but, mhm, never did anything," Rosmerta said in between loud moans as he took to her to pound town.
"So, you're just a tease, aren't you?" Harry asked. "Or have you been waiting for a special moment?"
Rosmerta's breast had been squeezed underneath the palm of Harry's hand. He manipulated the supple flesh and made her moan. The pleasure she felt rewarded Harry with a steady heat pumping through his loins. Harry balanced on her and rocked inside her.
"I have be-…..OOHHH!"
She came, boy did she ever cum. Harry smiled when picking up the pace, riding her orgasm for everything she was worthy of. Harry plowed into her pussy without any mercy.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Harry asked. "This is what you need?"
Rosmerta nodded in response. His cock pushed deeper inside of her. It lengthened and pressed into the inside of her womb. Her breathing intensified the further Harry pushed deeper inside her.
Harry rode out the next orgasm and just hammered her harder in response. He enjoyed the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock when injecting her juices around him. Harry wanted to feel that warm feeling, and wonderful sensation once again. His fingers caressed the underside of her breasts, and started to rub against her nipples.
"I can't pull out," Harry said. "I guess I'm going to finish."
"Mmm, you're going to cum inside me?" Rosmerta inquired as she looked back. "You naughty little boy, first you come in her, then start toying with me, then you seduce me with your big cock, and then you fuck my brains out."
Rosmerta barely belted out those last few words on the account of Harry plunging his thick rod deeper inside of her. Those hard balls slapped against her thighs, several smacking sounds followed Harry's actions.
"I'm almost there, don't worry, you're going to get everything which is coming for you," Harry said. "You corrupted me, I'm just an innocent 4th year student."
"Right," Rosmerta smirked. "You're really are such a pure and innocent child, ahh! Mmm"
The sarcasm had been lost by the fact Harry plunged into her and struck a pleasure chord. Rosmerta's wet walls collapsed down onto him. Her body rocked up and down in a constant state of orgasm. This did not help by the fact Harry squeezed her delightful breasts against the bar.
Harry's balls tightened. He couldn't hold back much longer, not that he wanted to. He slammed into the wet and hot hole. The cum churned up and the load finally had been lost.
Their orgasms met mutually in the middle. Harry held onto Rosmerta's soft tits, to keep prodding her insides with his huge, thick penis. The heavy dosage of cum fire inside of her.
Rosmerta's entire body swelled up to accommodate the huge load of cum. Harry pushed her against the bar, slamming against her. Their hips worked against her from behind. Harry's hands ran all the way underneath her body.
Harry pulled out of her and allowed Rosmerta to slide back onto the bar stool. Cum leaking out between her legs and on to the ground.
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Chapter 138: Merpeople Pt.1
The Hogwarts staff, demonstrating a continued desire to impress their visitors from the other schools, seemed determined to show the castle at its best this Christmas. When the decorations went up, Harry noticed that they were the most stunning he had yet seen inside the school.
Everlasting icicles had been attached to the banisters of the marble staircase; the usual twelve Christmas trees in the Great Hall were bedecked with everything from luminous holly berries to real, hooting, golden owls, and the suits of armor had all been bewitched to sing carols whenever anyone passed them.
It was quite something to hear "O Come, All Ye Faithful" sung by an empty helmet that only knew half the words. Several times, Filch the caretaker had to extract Peeves from inside the armor, where he had taken to hiding, filling in the gaps in the songs with lyrics of his own invention, all of which were very rude.
Poor Nevile was getting very nervous now as he couldn't form up the courage to ask someone yet. Terry was brave enough to ask a fellow Ravenclaw to the ball who accepted to his relief.
"I suppose there's always Moaning Myrtle," he said gloomily, referring to the ghost who haunted the girls' toilets on the second floor.
"You just got to grit our teeth and do it," Harry comforted his friend. "When we get back to the common room tonight, I will ask for a partner for you, if you can't do it yourself," Harry grinned.
"You wouldn't... would you," Neville said disbelievingly.
"Then you better ask someone you like," Harry said, "or else I will pick a random one for you! Can't have a mate go alone!"
"It's not that hard really, Neville," George called as he and Fred sat down at the table with them.
"You'd better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will be gone," Fred messed around with Neville's hair.
"Who're you going with, then?" Neville asked.
"Angelina Johnson," Fred said promptly, without a trace of embarrassment.
"Alicia Spinnet," George answered as well.
"What?" Neville said, taken aback. "You've already asked them? I could have sworn you don't... "
"Good point," George and Fred said as they nodded their head at each other. He turned his head and called across the common room, "Oi! Angelina!" Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia, looked over at him.
"What?" she called back.
"Want to come to the ball with me?" Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look. "All right, then," she said, she said with a shrug.
"What about you, Alicia," George called out.
"Why not," brown haired Chaser smiled. "But you boys must not think about playing any pranks, or else it's the side lines with you two."
"Wouldn't dream about it," George shouted back as the two of them got back to their discussions.
"There you go," Fred said to Neville who had his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes nearly popping out, "piece of cake." He got to his feet, yawning, and said, "We'd better start coming up with some good pranks for the ball, couples do need something to remember that night for!"
"You are so right, dear brother of mine," George chuckled. "What would they all do without us, huh?"
"They would surely be lost and empty, that's what they would be," Fred answered.
They left, leaving Neville sitting there like a stone statue.
"Well, you should get a move on, ask someone. They are right. We don't want to end up with a pair of trolls," Harry patted his friend on the shoulder as he too got up and left.
For Harry getting a date for the ball was no longer a problem, he already had plenty of girls he would need to take, so there was no reason to add to it.
What he had to focus on was the second trial, once the Yule Ball was over and the holidays came to an end, there wouldn't be that much time left before the second task was going to take place. So since his dates were all set and ready to go, he had been putting all his focus on the upcoming trial.
Already he tried the egg out in the water, of course after he had multiple dates at the prefect bathroom with a special someone where they got up to all sorts of things.
It seem like there was a message encoded into the egg. In the end, was just some horrible loud noise near to screechy wailing, but the disembodied voices of some unearthly beings.
It had taken him a while after spending countless nights in the school library doing a whole bunch of research and even heading to his own family library, before he figured out what the egg was trying to tell him.
It would seem the message was in Mermish, the language of the Merpeople, something he was no expert in, but after looking around for some specialists it turned out the headmaster was quite fluent in the language. The old man was happy to translate for him, and if Harry knew him well, the old fart must have been dancing with joy seeing him come to him for help.
Harry was finally able to translate what the encoded message in the egg said;
'Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching ponder this;
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect's black,
Too late it's gone, it won't come back.'
Harry had no idea what it meant, however what he did know was that Merpeople did live in the Black Lake located to the south of Hogwarts Castle. Connecting the dots, they must have something to do with the upcoming trial.
Taking his findings to Sirius, the older wizard also couldn't make heads or tails on what the Merpeople were going on about in their little song. The only option left now was to follow it through with it and find out from the Merpeople in the Lake what the second trial entitled.
That meant taking a trip under the waters, deep into the lake, where the Merpeople lived.
That had its own problems he needed to figure out, humans were built to last in the waters, so he needed a magical solution to the problem at hand.
And that meant hitting the books tacks again, the one thing he noted was that Hermione was so proud of him there every day. There was nothing that could wipe the smile off her face, when she say him so studious just like her.
Seeing what mood she was in, he was able to talk her into rewarding him for being such a bookworm like her. And man were those nice little treats so worth the many hours he spent in the stacks.
He wondered to himself if he should be spending even more time here if there was many bountiful rewards waiting for him.
Anyways there was countless solutions to his problem, in magic there are so many paths to take to do something. Want to levitate; well then there is a spell for that, a potion you can take, a magical item you can forge, and so much more.
It allowed to path to solve something to be numerous and rich, but they each came with a specific advantage. So that could leave someone stuck on which one to pick.
From him research alone he found there was 52 different work around his problems, from air bubbles that worked like scuba mask to so many others. The two he honed on was a transfiguration spells and a rare magical plant.
The first being a spell that could transform him into a merman, and a second being a plant called Gillyweed which when eaten by a human, it gave them fish-like attributes, including gills to process oxygen from water, webbing between the fingers and toes for easier swimming, removing the need for blinking, and adapting to cold temperatures in water.
They were both very useful in their own rights, but he had to pick the former for one reason. The Merpeople were a hostile race of magical beings who wanted nothing to do with wizards and witches.
There was a long history between them one of bloodshed and strife that went back for centuries. Thus he needed to fit in, and to do that it was the first option he picked.
Nevertheless that meant putting himself through countless hours of training to get this right. Self transfiguration was pretty advance spellwork which was not covered in 4th year courses in Transfiguration class or even 5th, but in 6th and 7th years. The reason being self transfiguration was very dangerous, one small little mistake and you were in a whole lot of trouble.
Once he finally had the spell down, the Yule Ball was just right around the corner. So on the next day when class where out, Harry found himself at the edge of the Lake.
Not many people were out as it was cold out with small sheet of snow covering the dead grass. Most people were indoors where it was warm inside and the fireplace was close by to keep warms and toasty.
Only idiots would be out right now where they might catch a cold.
And it would seem he wasn't the only idiot out at the moment, coming to the Lake Harry saw a few champions at the edge of the pool looking at the dark waters.
James Turner was at the lake's edge testing the water with some strange device. Tang Zhou was meditating by the lake side under a tree even as the chilly winds breezed through. Viktor Krum came and left after he had a look at the pool. Sinopa Zuni was chanting something out loud at the far edge while she tossed in a ceremonial dance as well.
Besides them, he didn't know who else already came by the lake, but he didn't let that bother him. Each person had their own plan and so did he.
Harry pulled off his shoes and socks, followed by his robes leaving him with only his undergarments as he could feel the cold air seeping into him. Without a word, he waded out into the lake. It was so cold he felt the skin on his legs searing as though this were fire, not icy water. His sodden undergarments weighed him down as he walked in deeper; now the water was over his knees, and his rapidly numbing feet were slipping over silt and flat, slimy stones.
Waist deep in the freezing water he stopped, floating in the water while the other champions turned to look at him weirdly. The part of him that was still dry was covered in goose pimples; half immersed in the icy water, a cruel breeze lifting his hair, Harry started to shiver violently.
It was now or never, pulling out his wand he muttered the spell the words flowing out of him as he must have uttered them hundreds of times over and over, practicing for this very moment for days on end.
Then, quite suddenly, Harry felt as though an invisible pillow had been pressed over his mouth and nose. He tried to draw breath, but it made his head spin; his lungs were empty, and he suddenly felt a piercing pain on either side of his neck — Harry clapped his hands around his throat and felt two large slits just below his ears, flapping in the cold air... He had gills.
Without pausing to think, he did the only thing that made sense — he flung off his last remaining clothes that were shredded, leaving him all but naked, and swam forward into the water. The first gulp of icy lake water felt like the breath of life. His head had stopped spinning; he took another great gulp of water and felt it pass smoothly through his gills, sending oxygen back to his brain. He stretched out his hands in front of him and stared at them. They looked where his normal white skin, but then he noticed they had become webbed.
He twisted around and looked at his bare feet — no longer did he had any legs anymore, but now he had fish fins that came from his legs all the way to his waist. The water didn't feel icy anymore either. On the contrary, he felt pleasantly cool and very light. . . .
Harry struck out once more, marveling at how far and fast his fins carried him as they easily propelled him through the water, and noticing how clearly he could see, and how he no longer seemed to need to blink.
He had soon swum so far into the lake that he could no longer see the bottom. He flipped over and dived into its depths. Silence pressed upon his ears as he soared over a strange, dark, foggy landscape. He could only see ten feet around him, so that as he sped through the water new scenes seemed to loom suddenly out of the oncoming darkness: forests of rippling, tangled black weed, wide plains of mud littered with dull, glimmering stones.
He swam deeper and deeper, out toward the middle of the lake, his eyes wide, staring through the eerily gray-lit water around him to the shadows beyond, where the water became opaque. Small fish flickered past him like silver darts. Once or twice he thought he saw something larger moving ahead of him, but when he got nearer, he discovered it to be nothing but a large, blackened log, or a dense clump of weed.
Swimming under the lake Harry never knew it would feel so free. It was like taking to a broom for the first time as he swore high up above in the sky.
Harry slowed down a little after a while, having more than enough fun for now. He looked around, trying to locate where the Merpeople were, if only he had a map, now that would have come in handy. He turned full circle in the water, the silence pressing harder than ever against his eardrums. He knew he must be even deeper in the lake now, but nothing was moving but the rippling weed.
"What are you doing here?"
Harry thought he was having a heart attack. He whipped around and saw a mermaid swimming lazily in front of him, gazing at him. She was of his age or maybe a year or two older, and she could have passed off as a regular girl if not for the fin from her waist all the way down.
He was also drawn to the fact that she was scantly dressed with only sea clams covering her breasts tied by seaweed, and a necklace of sea shells around her neck.
Harry was able to understand her even though he didn't know anything of Mermish was because of a certain magic item he had on. On his arm was a certain bracelet he had Dobby bring out of his family vault, a translator of sorts.
He knew if he wanted to speak with the Merpeople he would need this item.
There was no potion for Mermish, you had to learn it the old fashion way, just as he did Latin.
Languages were just like that, very iffy at best. There were potions out there you could drink that could make you understand and be able to speak a language in a day, but that only worked on new languages.
Old languages however like Latin, Sanskrit, Hieroglyphics, Hebrew, Runes, and so forth needed to be learned. They had power thanks to their history, and didn't have work arounds like English, or French.
Mermish fit right into those lists of old language.
"Nothing," Harry quickly answered, "just trying to find my way to the village."
"Did you come from a village beyond in the sea," the mermaid girl perked up.
Harry remembered that yes, the Great Lake did connect to a river that lead out into the sea, where there were more Merpeople villages and other sea races and creatures in the North Sea and beyond.
"Yes, that is it," Harry nodded his head. "I am new in these parts, looking for a new village to settle!"
Harry did lots of reading on Merpeople before he came, and one thing that stood out was their mating patterns. The males of the Merpeople tribe when they reach adolescence start migrating from their villages looking for a new one to settle in, and start a family.
Harry guessed it was a way to keep the gene pool fresh or else you would have the same problems that plagued medical villages where the only options you had were your cousin next door or your cousin two houses down.
"Really, which one?" the mermaid asked him.
"Ahhh..." Harry said, he really hadn't thought that far ahead.
"Coral... Blue... Sea...Village," Harry uttered, and as soon as he did, he felt like smacking himself on the forehead.
"Really," the mermaid said excitedly, "that's pretty far away, but I heard it's almost as big as a town!"
"Yeah, yeah," Harry nodded his head, feeling relieved that lie actually worked. Though he couldn't believe there was such a generic sounding village around.
"Come on," the mermaid said as she held out her hand, "I will lead you to our village."
Merpeople village: wiki/Merpeople_village?file=Great_Lake_Merpeople_second_
Mermaids and mermen(Merpeople): MermaidMerman/photos/a.346923428769106/350197188441730/?type=3&theater
Chapter 139: Merpeople Pt.2
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They swam on for what felt like at least another twenty minutes. The Mermaid who he found out was named Ariel lead him over a vast expanses of black mud now, which swirled murkily as he disturbed the water. Then, at long last, he heard a snatch of haunting mersong.
Harry swam faster and soon saw a large rock emerge out of the muddy water ahead. It had paintings of merpeople on it; they were carrying spears and chasing what looked like the giant squid. Harry swam on past the rock, following the mersong until finally the village opened up to him.
A cluster of crude stone dwellings stained with algae loomed suddenly out of the gloom on all sides. Here and there at the dark windows, Harry saw the numerous faces of mermaids and merman swimming around in the water, carrying on with their day.
Some of them turned to look at Harry and Ariel as they swam up to the village premise; two merman emerged from the side beating their powerful, silver fish tails to come up to them, drawing them to a halt. Harry took special notice of their spears clutched in their hands.
"Halt," one of them called out, holding a hand out for them to stop.
"What do you want, Kaerius?" Ariel asked the merman as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Who is that," the other guard pointed his spear at him.
"This is..." Ariel begin, but came to a stop. Turning around, she looked at him, "You never did tell me your name."
"Oh..." Harry said as he started to quickly think on his feet, he did not think that far ahead. He was slowly finding out, he was pretty bad at his undercover work, better to lead men from the front, because he wouldn't be talking his way into secret doors.
"My name is Harold..." Harry said, feeling foolish once again at his awful naming sense. What merman even has that kind of name.
"This is Harold from the Coral Blue Sea Village," Ariel happily pointed at him. "You guys both have similar names," she noted, looking between him and the other guard. Harry raised a single eyebrow at his unbelievable luck while looking at the guard who was actually named, Harold.
"Harold is on a mating migration," Ariel continued. "What would my father think if he found out how rude you were to our guests."
Looking between themselves, with unsure expressions on their faces, finally, they relented as the guard named Harold said, "Fine, you may enter. Our Merchief, the ruler of the Black Lake Merpeople colony, would be glad to see you and would love to hear about your travels from all the way beyond the sea."
'Shit,' Harry thought, when he heard what the guard said, they wanted him to tell them about his travels! Fuck!
Nevertheless, he put on a joyful expression, and uttered, "I thank you for welcoming me into your village!"
"Your father is waiting for you," the other guard turned to look at Ariel.
There was a look of trepidation that passed through her face, but it was quickly gone as soon as it had come. She did her best to put on her best face, but Harry wasn't too sure.
"Come on," the mermaid said as she started to swim into the village.
Harry sped on along with Ariel as they entered the village proper, he stared around taking in the sites, and soon the dwellings became more numerous; there were gardens of weed around some of them, and he even saw a pet grindylow tied to a stake outside one door. Merpeople were emerging on all sides now, watching him eagerly, pointing at him especially, talking behind their hands to one another.
He guessed they didn't get new visitors that much as he saw some mermaid girls stare up and down at him and even some older mermaids as well.
A whole crowd of merpeople was floating in front of the houses that lined what looked like a merversion of a village square. A choir of merpeople was singing in the middle and behind them rose a crude sort of statue; a gigantic merman hewn from a boulder.
Harry come to a stop as a presation came up to them.
At the front were merman in strict orderly fashion lines, carrying spears, and wearing armor. He figured that with their strict military bearing, they must be guards or elite guards for that matter since they were more organized than the two man force they meet outside the village premise.
In the center were a seven-foot-tall merman with a long white beard, blue fins lazily flicking back and forth, a choker of shark fangs around his neck, a crown made of seashells and clams, and a massive trident in hand nearly as tall as himself.
"Aril," the man called out as the guards parted to let him swim up to them.
"Father," the mermaid bowed her head respectfully.
Looking between them, Harry could see the similarities between them if he looked closely from the same nose and lips, with similar sea blue eyes. He remained silent on the other things he connected as well, Ariel was the Merchief's daughter, it was obvious the merman had to be the chief of this village since no other held the same presence or the same respect that everyone reserved from him.
"What did I tell you about leaving the village, huh," the merman all but shouted at the top of his lung. Harry could see he was really furies as he stared down at his daughter who was trying her best to make herself look as small as possible.
"Father, I was just..." Ariel begin to speak.
"No," the merman held out a hand, "this is the last time you disobey me. You will be confined to your room until the day I find you mate. That is it. I had enough of your willfulness," the merman said, as he seemed to be set in his mind.
"But, father," the mermaid pleaded as tears begin to form at the corner of her eyes.
Shaking his head as if he did not want to hear it, the merman uttered in a deeply regretful tone. "What am I to do with you, my sweet little child. You are so willful and wild. I tell you not to leave the village, that wizards lurk above the water with evil intentions, and dark hearts,"
'Hey,' Harry shouted internally to himself as he gave sour look to the merman, what did he think they were, vile and heinous criminals. Okay, maybe he was right on the latter as wizards throughout history have oppressed all magical beings in one form or another. But still, some where good... though they did nothing to improve the lives of these repressed magical beings.
Okay, he could see his point why he was telling him to avoid the big, bad wizards. He would be telling his children that as well after what his kind had been getting up to for thousands of years.
"but still you do not listen to me. Only warriors, fully trained can leave."
"But, father," Ariel argued as his final point seem to hit some sort of nerve as she balled up her fists and looked up at the merman with a steeled resolve.
Before things could break up into something worse, Harry stepped in. Ariel was kind enough to lead him to her village even though he didn't find it to be the smartest thing as she easily fell for his ploys that anyone could see a mile off.
What if he had actually been one of those evil, dark hearted wizards that her father had been talking about, she might have just giving him access to her home and to do with as he pleased.
Nevertheless, it was kind of her to save him the trouble of swinging around the lake all day and get nowhere. Plus even though the guards acted like they were welcoming, he knew it was only because Ariel was speaking on his behalf and that she was the Merchief daughter that they allowed him in.
That is why, he decided to take a bullet for her. If her dad speared him with his triton then so be it. "Your chieftain," Harry interpreted them as they were just about to come to blows.
The merman turned around to look at him, finally for the first time taking notice of him. Speaking on, before he could say anything or his guards could shove a spear at him with the way they were looking at him for daring to interpret their leader.
"If you wish to blame anyone, please do me," Harry inclined his head. "It was my fault really, your daughter was only kind enough to bring me to your hospitable village like any chieftain's daughter would."
"Harold," Ariel called out in surprise.
However Harry continued on, not letting her surprised tone interpret him, "I was only travel weary after my times moving from one village to the next. Your daughter simply found by the sea weed beds, not far away at all from your village. And she was kind enough to bring me here!"
"Really," the merman finally said as a long moment of silence.
Taking a seep gulp, Harry nodded his head, "Yes, it is all true!"
Breaking into loud booming laughter, the merman smacked him on the back making him oof in pain. "I like a merman who stand tall in the defense of a helpless mermaiden," at his words, Harry could have sworn he heard the grinding of teeth come from Ariel.
"You must come to my humble abode young warrior and tell me of your travels! You should be a guest of mine, and I shall hold a feast in your honor!"
Seeing he had no choice in the matter now, Harry bowed his head and answered, "It would be my honor." The only comfort he could find was at least he made it to the Merpeople village and could get answers on what the second trail would be."
If there was one thing Harry could safely admit, then it was he never been to an underwater banquet before, so he had no idea what to expect.
The banquet tables were made of strong blue mussel which was indeed a sight to behold as they glowed an unearthly light. a Set up before them was bowl that were of limpet and everyone was seated on giant mollusks that Harry feared could shut on them any second now, crushing them to death.
In the center of the hall was Mermaids singing a haunting mersong, it was much, much better underwater than outside.
Entering where mermaids as they carried several dishes, once they were laid out Harry wasn't sure what he expected at all. Before them was fish, and even more fish, in between was some dishes made of kelp and other sea plants.
"Come dig in," the Merchief said, to whom Harry found out was named, Merchief Triton. The humor wasn't lost on him on how he and his daughter shared names with a certain mermaid and king from the big pictures.
Left with no choice, Harry picked up a piece of raw fish, you couldn't exactly make fire underwater so raw it was. He took a big gulp as he stared at the dish, at least it was processed and wasn't a whole fish he would have to munch down on.
"Go ahead," Ariel smiled at him, who was seated next to him. "You won't find any better fish than from our village."
Giving her the most reassuring of smiles, Harry decided it was better to swallow than chew, best to get over with it as soon as possible. When he took the food in, his face when through a 180 degree turn, he was surprised at how delicious and wonderful the fish was, he had no idea that you could make something like this.
His taste buds exploded with all kinds of tastes as h quickly and greedily took some more dishes.
He guessed when you were going at fish for quite a while, you come with a lot of imaginative ways in making them better.
"Eat up, eat up," the Merchief laughed out loud seeing him stuff his face full. "A warrior as young as you should have such a big appetite. Now come, tell me of your journeys,"
Harry nearly choked on his food when he heard the merman speak, however he had been thinking of this for a while now. He knew he had to come up with something, and his mind drifted to a certain someone who liked embellishing himself, his godfather, Sirius.
There was countless tales the older wizard went on about of great things he had done, dark wizards he defeated, and countless babes he slept with.
So Harry used a book from the old shed and begin his tales; dark wizards were replaced with Merrows, close cousins of the Merpeople that they hated and giant squids. Hot babes become Sirens, and Undine.
By the end of his tales, he had most of the occupants entrapped with his bullshit, or should he say Sirius's. In the end it would seem all his stores proved to have some use.
"Now that is quite the journey," the Merchief smacked him on the back once he finished.
"Thank you," Harry bowed his head. The turning the subject into what he had come here for, he innocently voiced, "Your, chieftain, when I came upon this lake, I came up to the surface to bath in the sun for a while, but then I took notice of all the wizards around. I know there is a school of theirs here, but are they really that numerous."
"Ahh," the Merchief said, "No they have this Tournament of theirs between their schools. Thus they all came to Hogwarts."
"Mhm," Harry said, letting him continue.
Sighing, he added, "Sadly we will be having them over to our village so I will need to soon let the defenses down and bring the grindylow back in.
"Really," Harry said, as if this was truly a first for him.
"Yes, I know their Headmaster, and he has whittled a promise of me. I am to help with their games."
"How so," Harry pressed as he eagerly leaned in.
Shaking his head, he finally uttered, "Till now I do not understand, but we are to keep a few here, they will be rescued by those participating in the games."
"Ahhh," Harry said as he nodded his head.
"Yes, I will need to bring out my best warriors to make sure nothing happens. And I still do not know what my people would think of them wizards coming in here. It would take all I can to make sure a panic does not start."
"Yes, yes," Harry nodded his head, he really wasn't listing anymore as he was mulling over what the merman told him. So that was what the second trial was about, risky the prisoners from the Merpeople village. But how would the Headmasters decided who that would be was what worried him. And if they did not succeed what would happen.
Anyways since he had found what he had come for it was time to leave. Getting up as all heads turned to face him, "Well I better be going now!"
"Already leaving," Ariel asked.
"Yes, there is still a while before I reach the Merrow Channel(English Channel), then I shall head back when I seen all along the way."
"Yes, yes," the Merchief nodded his head, "a young one must see all that each village has to offer before he could decide where to settle."
"Yes, and I admit, this is surely the one I feel might be it, but before then I must complete my journey."
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Chapter 140: Yule Ball Pt.1
The entrance hall was packed with students too, all milling around waiting for eight o'clock, when the doors to the Great Hall would be thrown open. Those people who were meeting partners from different Houses were edging through the crowd trying to find one another.
Harry stood along waiting for the girls to arrive as Dobby had gotten him ready hours ago. He did try to check up on them, but he got the boot, being only told it was a surprise that he needed to patiently wait for.
Fleur Delacour was passing, looking stunning in robes of silver-gray satin, and accompanied by the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Roger Davies. The poor fellow was so under her sway that he was like a pup at her heel.
Passing by him, and taking him in, she gave him an unreadable expression before moving on.
Krum was at the front of the party, accompanied by a pretty girl in blue robes Harry didn't know.
Ali was flirting with his date of course. James was all alone more focused on his contraption he was working on, Harry had no idea how he got out of getting a date.
Outside, Harry saw that an area of lawn right in front of the castle had been transformed into a sort of grotto full of fairy lights — meaning hundreds of actual living fairies were sitting in the rosebushes that had been conjured there, and fluttering over the statues of what seemed to be Father Christmas and his reindeer.
Then Professor McGonagall's voice called, "Champions over here, please!" as she lead them to a small room that would house the champions until the ball starts. Professor McGonagall, was wearing dress robes of red tartan and had arranged a wreath of thistles around the brim of her hat, told them to wait on one side of the doors while everyone else went inside; they were to enter the Great Hall in procession when the rest of the students had sat down. Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies stationed themselves nearest the doors; Davies looked so stunned by his good fortune in having Fleur for a partner that he could hardly take his eyes off her. Cedric and Cho Chang come down and stood nearby Professor McGonagall.
It wasn't long before everyone and their partners come down, leaving only Harry standing alone.
"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes at him, "where is your date for the night?"
"You know girls," Harry shrugged his shoulders as a grin appeared on his face.
"Girls?" Professor McGonagall repeated.
In answer to his question, his dates came down the steps, each of them stood out like a single lone rose in a field of weed. Ali let loose a wolf whistle as they headed over to him.
"You guys are finally here," Harry called out as everyone else stared.
"We needed to finish up with some final touches," Daphne smiled at him.
"We are not late, right," Susan asked.
"No, you are right on time!" Harry answered as he saw how gobsmacked the other champions and their partners were.
"What is the meaning of this," Professor McGonagall asked as she looked between him and all the girls.
"Well, you said to get a partner, but you did not specify how many!"
"Let's go," the old witch said with a weary sight, though Harry could have sworn he saw a glimpse of a smile on her face.
Once everyone else was here in the room, Professor McGonagall told the champions and their partners to get in line in pairs and to follow her. They did so, and everyone in the Great Hall applauded as they entered and started walking up toward a large round table at the top of the Hall, where the judges were sitting.
The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables had vanished; instead, there
were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people.
Harry concentrated on not tripping over his feet. Parvati seemed
to be enjoying herself; she was beaming around at everybody, steering Harry so forcefully that he felt as though he were a show dog she was putting through its paces.
Dumbledore smiled happily as the champions approached the top table, with the schoolmasters each having a varying degree of expressions on their faces.
Ludo Bagman, tonight was in robes of bright purple with large yellow stars, was clapping as enthusiastically as any of the students; and Madame Maxime, who had changed her usual uniform of black satin for a flowing gown of lavender silk, was applauding them politely. Hagrid stood near her in his Sunday's best, clapping along.
Umbridge on the other hand, he had no idea why she was here as she had on a sour look, especially reserved for him, it was like he somehow killed the woman's parents with the way she was looking at him. He paid her no mind as his attention was on his lovely dates who each looked dazzling in turn.
When the champions and their partners reached the table, Dumbledore got up and gave his usual spew. Harry really wasn't listening as he made the time to comment on the girls' dresses.
At the ball it seemed there was no glittering golden, but small menus were lying in front of each of them. Harry guessed that the Professors did not want any food fight happening like last time, picking up the menu, Harry made his orders to the menu as his choices quickly appeared before him.
Regardless, Harry hardly seemed to notice what he was eating as he was deep in talk with the girls. He did notice some one giving him a pointed stare through the dinner, one named Catherine, her royal highness. She still looked miffed that he was the one who had come on top and not her, breaking her rightful supremacy as she saw it.
Hover Harry's attention was almost entirely on his date as the night progressed and couldn't care less what she thought of him.
As the dinner progressed, Harry noticed something weird. When the main course menu was served, he noticed his attention was shifting towards Fleur from time to time for no reason, watching the way she pressed the wine glass on her red lips, or the way her delicate wrists showed whenever she reached for a plate.
He frowned, finding it a little weird that he suddenly started to pay a little too much attention to her. While thinking about it, he was able to notice a slight pull from her, trying to pull Harry's attention on herself. For a second, Harry considered whether it was accidental, but her self-satisfied expression was more than enough to change his mind. A sweeping gaze later, he noticed the other females on the table were acutely aware of it too, if the frowns etched on their faces were any indicator.
He heard Fay uttered under her breath, "That fucking french slut!"
"Tell me about it," Lavender muttered as she stared daggers.
Grinning to himself, it would seem that some were very jealous about being left out as Fleur only turned glances to him to see if he was rapture with her.
Harry didn't let her have the win as he focused his full attention back to his dates, leaving Fleur out of his view range. The girls were very glad to see that they had his undivided attention, with no distraction to a certain someone, some where a little surprised at first while others took it as a fact of matter, but nevertheless when they saw that their date was entirely focused on them, their radiant smile returned, getting back to the chats with a renewed vigor.
The others were having that much luck as their male dates where gone to lala land, some with drools on their lips and others insensed. A Veela allure was indeed a very powerful tool.
A few minutes later, he felt the draw of the allure getting significantly heavier, the other male occupants of the table abandoning all the pretense of discretion, gazing openly at Fleur's near perfect beauty, making their dates' even angrier. For Harry, the situation was different, as he found it easy to ward off the stimulus.
Then, he noticed another interesting detail. The other females on the table were blushed, but their angry expression slowly changed, replacing with an uncomfortable one as they started to squirm in their seats a little. Harry smiled as he realized the reason. Apparently, in the high blast, allure could also affect the females.
Harry wasn't one to lose such an opportunity as he slipped a hand under the table, gently landing on Susan's upper thighs. She was the one seated right next to him and there was a blush on her face thanks to the influencing allure.
"What's wrong," Harry asked in a mirthful tone. At their table, reserved for the champions, it was practically hidden by heavy clothes and glittering decorations, which provide the perfect amount of privacy that he needed to do what he had in mind.
Susan's blush intensifying, but she made no attempt to acknowledge his hand there. Seeing the implicit approval, he started to caress her toned legs. Her blush flared even more as his hands surveyed her body, slowly climbing upwards.
"So, how was your evening so far?" he asked as his fingers come very close to her holy inner sanctum.
"Perfect," she murmured, a bit distracted by the hand moving under the table. "I can't imagine a better night..."
"Really, you look a bit hot and bothered" he pointed out, even though he was the one making her hot and bothered. His fingers slipped from his thigh and landed on her wet pussy, her eyes widening in surprise in response to his daring move.
"Yo-... you..." Susan tried to say as she bit her lips.
However, she was interpreted by a deep gasp, this coming from the person on his right, Cho Chang. She was looking at them, a mortified expression on her face as she gazed at them, her mouth open in disbelief. It didn't take a genius to realize that she noticed what was going under the table, at least the gist of it.
Instead of becoming panicky or pulling away like a normal person would have done, feeling ashamed in being caught, Harry on the other hand approach the problem from a different angle. He let his gaze met with Cho Chang, letting his smile widen a little after he managed to catch her gaze.
For a moment, Cho's expression was indignant, clearly expecting Harry to blush and stammer like anyone would have caught in such a situation. Finding only a self-assured satisfaction in his eyes, she slowly started to blush as she suddenly lost any control of the situation. She looked like a deer in headlights, not knowing how to react or what to do.
Feeling a lot more daring, he kept his eyes on Cho as his fingers slowly caressed the surface of Susan's slit, making her squirm in her seat as pleasure slowly started to rear its head. He could feel Susan's increased heartbeat on his skin. Then, plastering a small, neutral smile on his face, he turned his attention back to Cho, aiming for some small-talk.
"Is your date alright?" Harry asked her.
The other males on the table were all looking at Fleur with their best impression of goldfish, Roger especially was drooling a little. While Cedric, Cho's date was enrapture with Fleur too far gone to notice his girlfriend was in serious danger from a vicious predator.
The other girls were giving Fleur angry stares from time to time, but couldn't look at her too long before a blush crept up their faces. Fleur was looking at him angrily from time to time, but otherwise sitting still, her attention mostly on her food. His dates were cathing with themselves except Daphne who was looking at him with a knowing smile.
That left Cho, the redness of her face indicating she was aware of what was going on under the table. Harry flared a little smile towards her, letting his fingers slip inside Susan snatch for the first time, her hotness enveloping his skin. She gasped loudly, not expecting the sudden penetration, but quickly tried to cover it up with a bite of her food.
"You... you..." Cho stammered to embarrassed to say anything really. After all, what could you say to someone as shameless as him.
Harry decided to follow up with a move even more daring. He pushed his leg forward a little, slowly rubbing to Cho's calf. He saw her jerk in surprise. Then she turned towards her partner, hoping to spur him into action. "Cedric," she said, only to get no response. She reached towards his shoulder, shaking him a little while repeating his name, only to receive a dismissive grunt.
Harry enjoyed watching as the surprise and indignation disappear and transform into anger and a very certain bit of reprisal on her face, and that's when Harry knew he had her. He rubbed on her leg once more, this time knowing he would be getting a very different response from before to his advances — while also leaning in to whisper, "I don't mind taking care of you and giving you the attention you deserve since your date seems to be so preoccupied..."
If Harry was thankful to Fluer for anything, then it was giving him this opening to make his move on this beauty he had his eyes on for so long. He wouldn't deny was very much attracted to Cho as who wouldn't be since she was indeed one of the great beauties of the school.
For this Fluer would be looking forward to a special reward in the future, though he would also need to punish her and put her in her place. Even though Allure had none to little effect on him it was still the effort that counted for trying to mess with him and trying to manipulate him.
He would have to be very creative in finding ways to punish her very severely!
Suddenly Harry felt a hand reach into his robes and come up his manhood. Turning to look at the obvious criminal, Harry raised a single eyebrow as he felt Chohand close around his shaft and used the other to rub the head, causing Harry to take in a sharp breath from the sudden intense stimulation, his manhood jerking in approval.
He saw her lips curl into a smile finally achieving revenge, and a deep blush on her face at what she was doing which could spell disaster if they get caught. But still, her hand pumped up and down, her sole attention on getting him off.
Keeping Susan where she was trembling and shivering in turn under his touch, her pleasure filled moans getting harder and harder to suppress. Harry's hand drifted underneath Cho's dress. He watched as a shiver run past Cho's body as his fingers teased her slit.
"You girls alright," Harry asked with a cheeky grin as a loud moan escaped their lips at the same time thanks to his ministrations.
This ball was shaping up to be much better than he imagined.
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