Ch 1
Hermione watched as Harry and Krum were busy chatting to each other. It was nice to see them getting along well.
"So, Hermione tells me you're one hell of a seeker." Krum said.
"I am. Won my first quidditch game in my first year. I swallowed the snitch if you can believe that." Harry said, hearing Krum laugh.
"I've seen plenty of things on many quidditch fields. That match i had at the beginning of the school year against the Irish, that was a tough one. I was going to congratulate the Irish for a well played game, but the death eater pricks had to crash the party, and i had to run like everyone else." Krum said.
"Well, i'm sure they enjoyed playing against you and the Bulgarians." Harry said.
"I have a bet. 5 gallons says i catch the snitch before you do." Krum said, flashing the gallons.
"I'll bet you the same amount that i catch the snitch first." Harry said.
The two seekers told Cedric about their little plan, and he was all for it.
"Sure thing. Shouldn't we invite one of the girls from the Beauxbatons academy?" Cedric asked.
"Of course." Krum said.
The seekers headed to Fleur and told her of the plan.
"This is ridiculous. Harry just stole my date out from under me." Hermione said, laughing at herself as she downed some pumpkin juice.
"Did what?" Minerva asked, approaching Hermione.
"I was having a nice dance with Viktor, and Harry suddenly takes him away." Hermione laughed.
Minerva laughed as well, seeing that Harry was her date for the Yule ball. The two ladies searched for their partners, seeing Krum, Cedric, and Harry talking with Fleur.
"Sounds like a good idea. I'm in." Fleur happily said.
"There's a catch. We need the best quidditch player you ladies have. If it's someone else, they'll have to take your spot." Krum advised.
Fleur's face went from happy to downcast in a second.
"I'm pretty good on a broomstick." Fleur said, only for Harry to point out the truth.
"Sorry, but pretty good isn't going to work. You'll be up against three experienced seekers, and the goal of our little match is to catch the seeker ball. Who else can play?" Harry asked.
"Chanel Dubois. She's the best quidditch player we have on hand. Right now, she's in the middle of a dance circle. I think you'll enjoy the show. She's really flexible." Fleur purred.
The three stooges then walked towards the dance circle, seeing the young witch performing in the middle of the circle.
"There she is. Lets get her." Harry said, but was stopped by Krum and Cedric.
"Harry, don't be so hasty. Let us sit back and enjoy the show." Krum said, motioning with a slight movement of his fingers.
Harry stood and watched as Chanel stretched and contorted herself. With little effort from her part, she dazzled the audience with her sensual display of flexibility.
"Wow. She's amazing." Cedric said.
"Very good gymnastics." Krum added.
When she finished her routine, the three stooges pulled her aside and told them of their plan.
"Sounds like fun. But this isn't part of the triwizard tournament. How can we pull this off?" Chanel asked.
"Shit. We'll have to ask the heads of the schools." Cedric said.
Minerva watched as they headed to Dumbledore and Kharkarov, pleading out their case. She was sure Dumbledore would cancel their request.
"Sure thing. We can host it next week. That should give you guys plenty of time to train for it." Dumbledore said.
"Yes!" Harry shouted.
"Harry, remember it's 5 gallons." Krum said.
"I'll bring the money." Harry replied.
Minerva pursed her lips, only to smile afterwards. This would only bring the schools closer. She approached Harry and pulled him to dance an upcoming slow song.
"I take it we'll have to add a quidditch match the next time a triwizard tournament is held." Minerva smirked.
"You can thank us for it. Looking forward to it." Harry said, twirling Minerva around.
"You guys sure took your sweet time talking to that one girl. Something intriguing perhaps?" Minerva asked.
"Chanel. Her flexibility is impressive." Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"So that's a turn on." Minerva innocently said, putting the info in the back of her head.
Two days after that, Madam Pomfrey found Minerva McGonagall in the medical ward.
"Professor. What can i do for you?" Pomfrey asked.
"First off, what we discuss does not leave this room. Second, do you have any potions that can help a human body be more flexible than it usually is?" Minerva asked.
"Of course. But why?" Pomfrey asked.
"Personal reasons. Now what's the potion?" Minerva asked.
Pomfrey pulled out a bottle, and saw Minerva swipe it from her hand and began to drink a good chunk of it.
"Taste good. How long does it last?" she asked.
"You drank half the bottle. I'd say it'll last you years. I suggest you stay here so i can monitor you." Pomfrey said, when Harry walked in holding his firebolt in one hand while nursing a broken arm.
"Why am i not surprised?" Pomfrey asked.
"Just the usual." Harry said, sitting on a chair. He put the firebolt next to him, seeing Minerva stretching as she went into a backbend.
"That's amazing, Minerva. What else can you do?" Harry asked.
"How'd you break your arm?" Minerva asked, as she gently opened her legs apart in the splits. Harry had to swallow to regain his voice, in awe of his professor's flexibility.
'I'd love to be under her right now.'
"You like what you see, Potter?" Minerva asked, smirking at her student.
"Believe it, Min." Harry said, never taking his eyes off of her.
Pomfrey rolled her eyes in response at seeing the student and teacher flirting with each other.
"Oi, lovebird. How'd you break your wing?" Pomfrey asked.
"I was chasing the snitch, neck and neck with Cedric. The snitch dives towards the deck and we followed. I pulled up and was about to catch it, only for Chanel to blindside me from my left. We both went down, and i broke an arm." Harry said.
"Was anyone else injured?" Minerva asked, now in a different pose.
"Thankfully no. How long will it take to fix my arm?" Harry asked, his attention still on his very flexible professor.
"If you want a perfect job, it'll take a couple of days." Pomfrey said.
"I don't have a couple of days. A quick patch is all i need. After quidditch, i'll come back for the full treatment." Harry said.
"Good. This will hurt." Pomfrey warned.
"Just do it." Harry advised.
Pomfrey pulled out her wand and said a spell, watching as his broken arm mended itself for the time being. Thanking Pomfrey, Harry left the medical ward towards the quidditch arena.
Pomfrey looked at Minerva, glaring at the teacher.
"You're terrible, you know that?"
"I know." Minerva smirked.
"He was ogling you the whole time. If you were a snitch in the middle of a Gryffindor match, he'd grab you in less than a second." Pomfrey explained.
"Thanks for the analogy, Pomfrey. I do feel healthy enough to leave." Minerva said, standing up.
"Fine. If you feel any side effects or any unpleasantness, see me right away." Pomfrey advised.
Heading back to the training field, Harry felt a piece of paper materialize in his hand. He opened it and looked at the note.
'Win the round and i'll show you just how supple i can be.'
"All the motivation i need." Harry said.
A week had passed and Harry joined the others for the match. A determined look was on his face as he started down his rivals.
"Welcome, everyone! Just so there are no misunderstandings, this match does not count towards the overall triwizard tournament. This is only a small bet between the four seekers that decided to play. Seekers, put your 5 gallons on the table. Whoever catches the snitch a total of three times, wins all 20 gallons. And to make this match interesting, the players will have to contend not only with the snitch, but also with two bludgers." Dumbledore said, to the audience before he turned to the seekers.
"You are allowed to use your wand. The bludgers have been enhanced so they can't be destroyed by any spell, but you can momentarily disable them and shove them far away from you. Good luck." Dumbledore said.
Madam Hooch tossed the seeker high into the air, and the four seekers took off on their broomsticks, each trying to find the freakishly fast ball. Harry quickly saw it and raced towards the snitch.
Harry was getting closer and closer until he could wrap his hands around it. One final push of energy and he grabbed the snitch.
"Potter has grabbed the snitch. No surprise since he's flying that awesome firebolt. Harry, let me get a turn at it when this whole thing's over!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, much to McGonagall's chagrin.
By now, the two bludgers were released, and began to hound the four seekers. And said seekers were quick to notice just how aggressive the bludgers were.
"You've got to be kidding me." Cedric muttered, escaping from a bludger. He shot up like a rocket, firing at the bludger with his wand. From his side, he could see Krum intercepting the bludger and disabled it.
"Thanks!" Cedric shouted. Krum nodded his head in return, and dove back towards the field. While diving down, Krum took notice of the snitch and was quick to grab it, netting himself a win.
Chanel was busy dodging the second bludger, almost getting killed in the process. A blast is heard, and she sees Harry stunning the bludger.
"Who's the fucking genius who decided to have bewitched bludgers on the field?" She asked.
"Beats me." Harry replied.
Seeing the snitch, Chanel grabs it before Harry can, netting herself a win.
A quick break is called, and the seekers land on the field.
"This is the most intense quidditch match i've been to." Cedric said, drinking some water.
"How are you holding up, Harry?" Minerva asked, handing him some water.
"Like i could spit fire. Can't wait to win this thing." Harry said, standing up and grabbed his broomstick.
And once again, the players were off. Harry was racing Krum for the snitch, inches ahead of him. A bludger came into view, and Harry had to break away to avoid being turned into roadkill. Krum got the snitch, but had to deal with the rogue bludger in response.
Chanel flew in to assist, while Harry was forced to fend off the second bludger. He shot up into the sky and dove towards the ground, the bludger right on his tail. Everyone in the crowd gasped as Harry seemed to dive straight towards the ground on a suicide run.
"Merlin, don't let it end this way." Minerva prayed.
Harry pulled up at the last second, barely missing the ground. The bludger wasn't so lucky as it left a good sized crater in the field. Returning to the field, he watched as Cedric grabbed the snitch a second time.
"I got to get one more win." He muttered, looking for the small quidditch ball. The ball came into view, and Harry chased after it. Like in every other match, the ball seemed to have a mind of its own as it took Harry on a crash course for low level flying. Harry followed the ball into the student's stands, watching as the students and staff frantically ducked and dove out of the way.
"Almost there, almost there!" Harry growled to himself, his hands extended. The ball shot upwards, giving Harry the opportunity to grab the damned thing.
"After a masterful display of flying, Harry catches the snitch a second time. Harry, Krum, and Cedric are tied 2-2-2, while Chanel… and Chanel just caught the snitch. Everyone is tied at two points. One point is all the remains. This has got to be the best quidditch game i've been to in a long time." Lee Jordan commented.
A break was called, but the seekers were too pumped up on adrenaline, wanting to finish the fight.
"If Harry comes back with yet another broken bone, i'm going to burn his broomstick." Pomfrey fumed.
"He'll most likely kill you after words." Minerva warned.
The seeker was tossed into the air, and the four pilots dove for it while trying to keep the increasingly aggressive bludgers at bay. Harry and Krum were neck and neck with bludgers on their tails. Cedric and Chanel were shooting every spell in the book at the balls, but the bludgers just wouldn't stop.
"Witches and wizards, this has got to be the most intense scene i've seen yet. Harry and Krum are chasing the snitch without a care in the world, while their opponents are trying to shoot down the bludgers chasing them. Which ball will be taken first, the snitch or the… Krum has got the snitch! Krum wins the match!" Lee Jordan announced, hearing the Durmstrang students shout and applaud with joy and pride.
The four seekers formed up, and flew over the stadium in formation. Everyone cheered at the display as the seekers touched down.
"That was amazing, Harry. You were flying like a man possessed." Ron said.
"Thanks, Ron. It felt great out there." Harry replied.
At night, Harry was in his professor's room chatting with her.
"That match reminds me of when i fought Slytherin my second year." Harry said.
"How so?" Minerva asked.
"Draco had the faster broomstick, but i was the better pilot. And now it's reversed, somewhat. My broomstick was faster than Krum's, but he was the better pilot." Harry explained.
"And you had to contend with rouge bludgers in both games, don't forget." Minerva pointed out, sipping her tea.
"I know. Who's the asshole who decided to introduce rogue bludgers into the match?" Harry asked.
"Karkarov." Minerva spat.
"Lovely. Not only did some shithead decide to put my name in the goblet of fire, but now one of the heads of the school does that." Harry muttered.
"Well i say lets forget about that." Minerva said, leaning forward and kissed Harry. Minerva stood up and pulled Harry to her bed, pushing him onto the soft bed. Harry watched as she stood above him, opening her legs apart until she was straddling Harry, her legs wide open in a split.
"You're amazing, you know that Min?" Harry asked, pulling her into a kiss.
"Thanks, Harry." Minerva blushed, holding him close to her.
However, just outside the doors Hermione was busy looking thru the doors with one of the Weasley twin's gadgets.
"Bloody hell, Professor. He's your student, not your plaything for the night." Hermione muttered.
"So, where's Harry?" Ron asked, drinking some butterbeer.
"Fucking McGonagall." Hermione bluntly said, causing Ron to spit out his drink.