Harry potter doesn't belong to me, but to JK Rowling. She probably wouldn't like my story, but that's just fine with me.
Chapter Two
The following morning came too quickly for everyone. Harry and Ron were shaken awake by Hermione, who was already fully dressed, telling them to get up and that breakfast was ready. Fifteen minutes later, and an annoyed shout from downstairs by Mrs. Weasley to hurry up, Harry and Ron were at the table loading up on sausage and eggs. Everyone was bleary eyed and no one seemed to have energy for talking. In usual wizard fashion, Mr. Weasley had attempted to wear a muggle outfit, but had badly misjudged just about everything about it.
Before long Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley were on their way across the field towards Stoatshead Hill, where the portkey that would take them to the World Cup was. Once he was more fully awake, Harry started enjoying the walk. No one had much breath for talking, which gave him time to think.
When he'd grabbed his rucksack that morning, he'd found a few bras and knickers in it, all of them new, hidden under the clothes he had packed to take to the Cup. Presumably Hermione had slipped them there in before waking them. It wasn't till he got into the bathroom after eating and tried putting them on that he'd realized the difference between these bras and the ones he'd worn last year. Those had been one solid piece, and he just pulled it on over his head. The one he had grabbed however opened at the back and was held shut with a series of tiny clips. It took some doing to figure out exactly how to close it, but once he had it figured out, he liked the way it looked on him. Sliding the knickers up his legs felt much more natural than his boxers, and he adjusted his front so they laid at flat as possible on him. He was very grateful it was a cool morning despite being August, as the new bra plainly pushed his shirt forwards. He pulled a jumper on, making sure it hid the mounds on his chest.
As they entered the high street of the village, Harry's thoughts shifted towards Charlie, still trying to determine exactly what these new feelings meant. The older Weasley hadn't been present for breakfast, as he, Percy, and Bill would all be joining them by apparition later. Harry had let out a small sigh of relief when he learned this, which he thought Ginny might have noticed. Did his reaction to Charlie mean that he did, in fact, like boys? He had never encountered another boy before that he had thought of as 'attractive,' and so didn't have any clue as to what that might feel like.
As he silently mused, they passed through the other side of the village and saw the hill looming ahead of them. The climb wasn't easy. The sun had come out by this point, and it was starting to get warm with the exertion of climbing. Harry could feel his shirt sticking to his skin with sweat, but he didn't dare remove it. He knew for a fact that what he was wearing would be instantly visible by Ginny behind him, not to mention anyone who looked around at him.
Reaching the summit, Mr. Weasley had them all fan out, searching for whatever the portkey was supposed to be. "Over here Arthur, we've got it!" A loud voice cried from the far side of the hilltop. They all strode over to a pair of shapes that revealed themselves to be Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain and Seeker, and his father Amos. At the sight of them Harry saw Hermione and Ginny give each other a look that he instantly recognized. Amos Diggory did the accustomed eye flick up to Harry's forehead when he was introduced but seemed nice enough. He was certainly proud of his son, loudly touting the Hufflepuff victory over Gryffindor last year, which had only happened when Harry had fallen from his broom after the arrival of dementors. Somehow this fact got left out of Amos Diggory's telling.
Cedric held his hand out to shake Harry's, looking slightly abashed at what his father was saying. Unlike Fred and George, Harry held no grudge against Cedric after the match. He was actually looking forward to getting a rematch against Hufflepuff during the upcoming season. In the back of his mind he took in the fact that Cedric's sweater did fit him incredibly well.
As best as they could the nine of them grabbed onto the portkey and waited. Just as Harry was starting to feel awkward, he felt a jerk behind his navel and was pulled forward into nothing. With a thump that left him winded and knocked his glasses askew, they all landed in a patch of grass. Harry felt a hand grab his and tug, pulling him up to his feet. Cedric had helped him up, smiling politely before moving off to assist anyone else who might need it. In the distance they could see rows upon rows of tents in the fog, and heard the shouts of many voices.
Harry didn't pay much attention as Hermione helped Mr. Weasley pay the muggle who ran the campsite, instead gazing around at the field of tents. Mr. Weasley, following a map given to him by the muggle, led them all towards the edge of the forest, eventually stopping at an empty spot with WEEZLY on the sign next to it. It was a chore setting up the two tents, hindered more than helped by Mr. Weasley. Finally, sweat pouring down Harry's face, they managed to erect the both haphazard looking tents. Harry was roasting as the sun continued to climb, but he still had not found a way to remove the bra or put on a different one that might be less conspicuous. Finally, on the pretext of saying he forgot something in the tent while everyone was sitting around the campfire outside, he stole inside the tent and checked his rucksack again. The second bra was the same as the first, just Gryffindor red instead of blue, but the third was different. It looked more like his bras from last year, just bigger. It was green, almost Irish Green, and laid flat on his chest when he pulled it on. He double checked that it couldn't be seen under his t shirt before leaving the bathroom. Returning to the rest of the group, he, Hermione, and Ron were dispatched to retrieve water for cooking dinner. They set off through the rows of tents, following the map that Hermione still had. Ron was in high spirits at the sight of all the Irish Green, and completely missed when Hermione "accidentally" brushed her hand across Harry's back.
"Which one are you wearing?" she whispered to him.
"The green one, but I had the blue one on earlier." He whispered back
"Oh? Have any trouble getting it on?" Harry could hear the grin in her voice.
"A bit, yeah." Harry replied.
"You'll get used to it." She winked at him conspiratorially.
Their conversation was interrupted as they rounded a turn in the row and walked into Seamus Finnegan, their classmate. A few tents down the row, they encountered Oliver Wood, and then a steady stream of their friends and classmates from Hogwarts. While they were speaking to Wood and his mother, Harry saw Hermione go a slight shade of pink, confirming a long held suspicion of Harry's.
By the time they'd made it back with the water, Mr. Weasley was in full swing pointing out every one of importance who happened to walk by. Around lunchtime Bill, Charlie, and Percy walked out of the forest next to the tent, and they ate a hearty meal in the grass. Harry had felt his face go red again at the sight of Charlie, and knew that both Ginny and Hermione had noticed, as they spent most of the meal fervently whispering to each other. Many important people continued to walk past all through lunch. Ludo Bagman, who'd gotten them the tickets, stopped for a bit to chat, and Percy's boss, Mr. Crouch. Neither of them stayed very long.
The afternoon wore on into the evening until it was finally time to get ready for the match. Wizards were apparating all over the campsite now, carts full of Ireland and Bulgaria souvenirs. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were attracted to the Omnioculars, magical binoculars. They were expensive but Harry insisted on buying a pair for all three of them. Soon golden and green lanterns exploded into light in the woods, illuminating paths to the stadium. The entire gang set off, trying their best to not become separated in the throng.
Their tickets were for the top box, the best seats in the stadium. Climbing the purple carpeted stairs, the excitement was palpable in the group. The match was preceded by an exhibition from a group of Veela from Bulgaria. The veela were a hundred, almost unnaturally, beautiful women. The swept onto the field and before Harry could determine if they were human or not, the had started to dance. As he watched them his mind went blank. He became instantly convinced that if he stopped watching the whirling forms below, something horrible would happen, but as the dancing went on his mind started to clear. Ron, who was seated to his left, rose to stare over the rail. Ron's eyes were blank, and as Harry watched began to flex his muscles, as though to impress the dancers. Eventually, with many cries of disapproval from the male spectators, the veela stopped dancing. As they retired to one side of the field, Ron, the twins, and several other watchers Harrry could see seemed to come to their senses, wondering just how and when they had gotten to their feet. Face red with embarrassment, Ron sat back down and crossed his arms.
After the exhibition by Ireland's leprechauns, the match began. It was Quidditch like Harry had never seen before. The sheer intensity of the players awed him. Ireland quickly gained the lead, and Krum, Bulgaria's seeker, was able to end it. As the two seekers dove towards each other, the snitch caught in the middle, the occupants of the top box rose to their feet, not even realizing what they were doing. When Krum pulled out, snitch in hand, Ginny was so swept up in emotions over the game that she threw her arms around Harry and hugged him. Caught between shock at Ginny, who rarely even spoke to him, hugging him, and the feeling of her hands right over the back of his bra, he did his best to disentangle himself from her. Joining the rest of the Weasley's in celebrating Ireland's victory, Harry watched as the two teams made their way up into the box.
The celebrations that took place back at the campsite made a Gryffindor victory party look like tea time. Rockets and sparks burst in the air and the Irish Anthem blared nonstop. Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's had just come inside to enjoy one more cup of cocoa before bed. Harry was doing his best to avoid the eye of Ginny and looking at Charlie, resulting at him staring at his mug. Everyone was talking about the match, going over every detail again and again. When it was finally time for bed Harry climbed into his sleeping bag and fell asleep quickly.