Chapter Three: The Quidditch World Cup
A/N: Oh my goodness, gracious. 17 reviews in TWO CHAPTERS!? That's a first for me! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!! Kisses to all of you! Mwah! Lol. I hope you enjoy this chapter and review! (wink)
Enter the Red Age: Yes, I got your message (I always keep my Review Alert on) but I forgot to put your character in this chapter. Since I forgot, you'll be in the beginning of chapter 5 (er, I've already written chapter four and the beginning of chapter 5). Oh, and don't worry . . . you're not a blonde ( . . . or are you?).
Disclaimer: Don't I Harry own Potter.
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"You're GRAND! I LOVE you! You're my new BEST FRIEND!" That's what woke up Harry everyday the next week. No matter what he did, he couldn't get the 'Devil's Spawn' to shut the hell up. He kicked it, threw it, and even tried burning it but nothing worked. It was still big, fluffy, and violently pink.
Today would be the day of the Quidditch World Cup. Harry was excited to go again. He was also looking forward to scouring for his next victim. Harry had a charm that no girl could resist. Being famous worldwide didn't hurt either.
Harry got out of his bright pink bed and put on black pants and a green shirt that brought out his emerald green eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to make it even messier. Harry was kicking the 'Devil's Spawn' when he heard the door open.
"Good mornin', sunshine!" exclaimed Draco, smirking. He was already dressed with his hair slicked back. "Ready to leave?" Harry stuffed big handfuls of galleons and sickles into his pockets and walked down to the dining room with Draco.
"Ah, Harry. Have a good sleep?" asked Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother. Harry nodded.
"Yes, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry replied, almost cracking up. He wasn't used to being so . . . formal.
"That's good. We will be leaving at 8:00 a.m. and walking to the Portkey," said Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father.
"What's the Portkey this year, Father?" asked Draco. He sat down next to Harry and a house-elf started loading his plate with big piles of sausages, bacon, buttered toast, and eggs.
"A large hat just outside," said Mr. Malfoy, reading the Daily Prophet. "Heh, looks like there's trouble in the Ministry. Apparently, Arthur Weasley, " Lucius said in obvious disgust, "was fined 50 galleons for setting a rampant broomstick on a poor, old Muggle. Hmm . . .he'll probably go broke trying to pay for it." Everyone at the table laughed at this comment.
The rest of breakfast went by quickly. There was anticipation coming from Harry and Draco. When the clock struck 8:00, the Malfoys and Harry walked out of the mansion. They walked over to a large hat, placed as clear as day, on a bench a minute away from the mansion. They all put their finger onto it and off they went . . .
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After several moments, the Portkey led them to the campgrounds near the stadium where the cup was to be held.
"I've reserved a house for us to stay in," said Lucius, smirking at all of the people who were in tents.
"Now, boys, why don't you go off and buy some souvenirs?" said Narcissa. They were both walking when they were approached by Lillie Ontolio, one of their fellow Slytherins.
"Hey, you guys," said Lillie, grinning at the both of them. She had long, shiny brown hair, crystal blue eyes, and a creamy complexion. She was a 4th year and had always been like their 'younger sister'. They were practically her bodyguards.
"Hey Lillie," said Harry.
"How's your summer been?" said Draco, looking past Lillie and smiling dreamily. Lillie turned around and saw who he was looking at. It was Sarah Rian, an attractive 5th year. She was in Gryffindor and was the only Gryffindor he liked. She had dark brown hair, bright green eyes, and glowing skin. She always had a big smile on her face.
"Hey Harry!" exclaimed Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw 6th year. Harry gave her his trademark smile and winked. She walked away, extremely red.
"Oh, look, Mudblood and the Weasel," Draco said, snapping out of his trance. He sneered as he walked over to them.
"Now, Weasel, what did you sell this time? Your brain? Oh wait, it wouldn't fetch this much money," Draco said, smirking. Harry and Lillie walked over to Draco, Hermione, and Ron.
"Bug off, Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed, a fury in his eyes. Harry was smirking until he saw Granger. She had . . . changed. Her hair was no longer bushy, but straight and shiny. She had grown curves and a rather nice ass. He stared her up and down.
"Don't look at me like that, Potter!" Granger yelled angrily, noticing what he was doing.
"Like what?" Harry said innocently (A/N: Ha! Innocent my ass). Ron looked absolutely disgusted.
"Agh, Hermione won't get with you so don't get any ideas," Ron said warningly.
"She isn't your girlfriend, now is she? Let her make her own decisions, Weasel," Harry spat, glancing at Hermione.
"Ugh, Ron, let's go," Hermione said, a cold look on her face. Harry brushed by Hermione long enough to whisper something into her ear.
"You're really hot." As she walked away with Ron, Harry noticed that her cheeks were bright red.
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"Hermione, I don't like him looking at you like that," Ron said.
"Well, does it LOOK like I WANT him to?" Hermione said, growing red.
"Please, Hermione. Just stay away from him. All he wants from a girl is a makeout or a fuck. Then, he dumps them," Ron said, his ears growing red. Hermione sighed and looked around. She saw Harry staring at her, licking his lips.
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"Guys, I'm going to go now. Ginny's probably waiting for me," said Lillie. She was one of the only Slytherins who hung out with the Gryffindors, let alone a Weasley. As she walked away, Draco exclaimed, quite loudly,
"You're bringing shame to the Slytherin name!" Lillie turned around, smirked, and continued walking.
"What should we do now?" Harry asked, looking around. Draco grinned wickedly.
"What we do best, of course," Draco said, now scouring the crowds.
"All right. I'll go right and you go left," Harry replied. Draco nodded and walked away. "Choices, choices." He looked around and saw a hot girl he recognized from Hogwarts. He walked over and smiled.
"Hey. Alex, isn't it?" Harry said, grinning. Harry could see her blushing furiously.
"Y-yeah. Alex Northe," she replied, shaking slightly.
"You know, you're really pretty," Harry said, eyeing her body.
"R-really? You think so?" Alex said, twisting her hair around her finger.
"Yeah, I really do," Harry said, slowly leaning in. He saw Alex close her eyes. Then, their lips touched. Harry wrapped his arms around Alex's waist while she wrapped hers around Harry's neck. Their kiss intensified as Harry pressed his gentle lips hard against Alex's soft lips. Harry felt her tongue slip into his mouth. Harry's hands slipped down to Alex's ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze. When they finally stopped kissing, Harry's mouth when down to Alex's neck and he started planting gentle kisses on it.
"Ohh, Harry. You're . . . such . . . a great kisser," Alex said, breathing loudly (A/N: What IS this? PORN!?) After a few more kisses, Harry stopped and looked into Alex's eyes.
"Thanks for the makeout, babe," Harry said, walking away.
"W-what? Harry?? Where are you GOING?" Alex called after him, really confused.
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Harry looked around everywhere for Draco and smirked when he did. Draco was making out with a girl that Harry knew was a Gryffindor (A/N: they're always Gryffindors and Slytherins, aren't they?). When they finally stopped making out, she walked away, a huge grin on her face.
"So . . ." Harry said, his voice drifting off.
"Oh, I didn't know you like to watch me mackin' with a chick," Draco said.
"Er, 'macking'?" Harry said, really confused.
"Yeah, dawg. Oh well, it's s'all good. It's aight, Potter," Draco said.
"Draco, why are you speaking like a rapper?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Geesh, just trying out some new lingo," Draco said. Harry gave him a puzzled look.
"Er, well, anyway. Who was the 'chick'?" Harry asked.
"Vanessa Kellan, Gryffindor 5th year," Draco replied, smiling. "She's hot as hell and she's a good kisser."
"Good for you . . . uh, 'dawg'," Harry replied, trying out this new lingo.
"Dude, it's not working for you," Draco said, a smug look on his face. Harry rolled his eyes and walked away.
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"So, how was your summer in Bulgaria?" Ron asked curiously. He smiled at Hermione. She didn't smile back.
"Viktor actually asked me . . ." Hermione said, but hesitated. Ron looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
"Yeah?" Ron said. Hermione then looked like she was going to crack up from laughter.
"He . . . he asked me to MARRY him," Hermione said, now giggling loudly.
"W-what? But you're only FOURTEEN," Ron said, completely shocked.
"Y-yeah, I know," Hermione said, continuing to giggle.
"I always thought he was a bit, uh, weird," Ron said, trying to keep a straight face.
"He's not weird. He DID tell me he liked me a lot and . . ." Hermione said, but hesitated again.
"He-he didn't KISS you, did he?" Ron said jealously. Hermione grew very red as she nodded. "B-but . . ."
"Oh, are you jealous, then?" Hermione said, rather flattered.
"Er, w-well, no, just-" but he was broken off by Hermione, who had leaned in and given him a short kiss on the lips. Ron's ears turned bright red.
"WELL, what's been happening HERE?" said a voice. Ron turned around. It was Harry.
"N-nothing," Ron said, nervously, now blushing furiously. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. "P-Potter."
"I didn't know you would stoop as low to kiss a Mudblood. Well, the Weasels LOVE Muggles, don't they? I'm surprised you haven't all snapped your wands and joined them already," Harry sneered. Ron immediately lurched forward in an attempt to punch Harry but Hermione held him back.
"Fuck off, Potter!" Ron exclaimed angrily.
"Hm, it's so sad. A girl stopping you. Well, later then Weasley . . . Granger," Harry said, walking away (A/N: He seems to do a lot of that, doesn't he?)
"Ugh, he's such a jerk," Hermione said furiously.
"No, he's a (Ron said something completely revolting)." They both walked back to their tents. But then, one thought overcame Ron. 'Did Hermione kiss ME?"
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A/N: So, did you like this chapter? Please review (it's quite simple actually. Click the ickle purple box in the left-hand corner). Toodles!
A/N: Oh my goodness, gracious. 17 reviews in TWO CHAPTERS!? That's a first for me! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!! Kisses to all of you! Mwah! Lol. I hope you enjoy this chapter and review! (wink)
Enter the Red Age: Yes, I got your message (I always keep my Review Alert on) but I forgot to put your character in this chapter. Since I forgot, you'll be in the beginning of chapter 5 (er, I've already written chapter four and the beginning of chapter 5). Oh, and don't worry . . . you're not a blonde ( . . . or are you?).
Disclaimer: Don't I Harry own Potter.
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"You're GRAND! I LOVE you! You're my new BEST FRIEND!" That's what woke up Harry everyday the next week. No matter what he did, he couldn't get the 'Devil's Spawn' to shut the hell up. He kicked it, threw it, and even tried burning it but nothing worked. It was still big, fluffy, and violently pink.
Today would be the day of the Quidditch World Cup. Harry was excited to go again. He was also looking forward to scouring for his next victim. Harry had a charm that no girl could resist. Being famous worldwide didn't hurt either.
Harry got out of his bright pink bed and put on black pants and a green shirt that brought out his emerald green eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to make it even messier. Harry was kicking the 'Devil's Spawn' when he heard the door open.
"Good mornin', sunshine!" exclaimed Draco, smirking. He was already dressed with his hair slicked back. "Ready to leave?" Harry stuffed big handfuls of galleons and sickles into his pockets and walked down to the dining room with Draco.
"Ah, Harry. Have a good sleep?" asked Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother. Harry nodded.
"Yes, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry replied, almost cracking up. He wasn't used to being so . . . formal.
"That's good. We will be leaving at 8:00 a.m. and walking to the Portkey," said Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father.
"What's the Portkey this year, Father?" asked Draco. He sat down next to Harry and a house-elf started loading his plate with big piles of sausages, bacon, buttered toast, and eggs.
"A large hat just outside," said Mr. Malfoy, reading the Daily Prophet. "Heh, looks like there's trouble in the Ministry. Apparently, Arthur Weasley, " Lucius said in obvious disgust, "was fined 50 galleons for setting a rampant broomstick on a poor, old Muggle. Hmm . . .he'll probably go broke trying to pay for it." Everyone at the table laughed at this comment.
The rest of breakfast went by quickly. There was anticipation coming from Harry and Draco. When the clock struck 8:00, the Malfoys and Harry walked out of the mansion. They walked over to a large hat, placed as clear as day, on a bench a minute away from the mansion. They all put their finger onto it and off they went . . .
* * *
After several moments, the Portkey led them to the campgrounds near the stadium where the cup was to be held.
"I've reserved a house for us to stay in," said Lucius, smirking at all of the people who were in tents.
"Now, boys, why don't you go off and buy some souvenirs?" said Narcissa. They were both walking when they were approached by Lillie Ontolio, one of their fellow Slytherins.
"Hey, you guys," said Lillie, grinning at the both of them. She had long, shiny brown hair, crystal blue eyes, and a creamy complexion. She was a 4th year and had always been like their 'younger sister'. They were practically her bodyguards.
"Hey Lillie," said Harry.
"How's your summer been?" said Draco, looking past Lillie and smiling dreamily. Lillie turned around and saw who he was looking at. It was Sarah Rian, an attractive 5th year. She was in Gryffindor and was the only Gryffindor he liked. She had dark brown hair, bright green eyes, and glowing skin. She always had a big smile on her face.
"Hey Harry!" exclaimed Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw 6th year. Harry gave her his trademark smile and winked. She walked away, extremely red.
"Oh, look, Mudblood and the Weasel," Draco said, snapping out of his trance. He sneered as he walked over to them.
"Now, Weasel, what did you sell this time? Your brain? Oh wait, it wouldn't fetch this much money," Draco said, smirking. Harry and Lillie walked over to Draco, Hermione, and Ron.
"Bug off, Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed, a fury in his eyes. Harry was smirking until he saw Granger. She had . . . changed. Her hair was no longer bushy, but straight and shiny. She had grown curves and a rather nice ass. He stared her up and down.
"Don't look at me like that, Potter!" Granger yelled angrily, noticing what he was doing.
"Like what?" Harry said innocently (A/N: Ha! Innocent my ass). Ron looked absolutely disgusted.
"Agh, Hermione won't get with you so don't get any ideas," Ron said warningly.
"She isn't your girlfriend, now is she? Let her make her own decisions, Weasel," Harry spat, glancing at Hermione.
"Ugh, Ron, let's go," Hermione said, a cold look on her face. Harry brushed by Hermione long enough to whisper something into her ear.
"You're really hot." As she walked away with Ron, Harry noticed that her cheeks were bright red.
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"Hermione, I don't like him looking at you like that," Ron said.
"Well, does it LOOK like I WANT him to?" Hermione said, growing red.
"Please, Hermione. Just stay away from him. All he wants from a girl is a makeout or a fuck. Then, he dumps them," Ron said, his ears growing red. Hermione sighed and looked around. She saw Harry staring at her, licking his lips.
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"Guys, I'm going to go now. Ginny's probably waiting for me," said Lillie. She was one of the only Slytherins who hung out with the Gryffindors, let alone a Weasley. As she walked away, Draco exclaimed, quite loudly,
"You're bringing shame to the Slytherin name!" Lillie turned around, smirked, and continued walking.
"What should we do now?" Harry asked, looking around. Draco grinned wickedly.
"What we do best, of course," Draco said, now scouring the crowds.
"All right. I'll go right and you go left," Harry replied. Draco nodded and walked away. "Choices, choices." He looked around and saw a hot girl he recognized from Hogwarts. He walked over and smiled.
"Hey. Alex, isn't it?" Harry said, grinning. Harry could see her blushing furiously.
"Y-yeah. Alex Northe," she replied, shaking slightly.
"You know, you're really pretty," Harry said, eyeing her body.
"R-really? You think so?" Alex said, twisting her hair around her finger.
"Yeah, I really do," Harry said, slowly leaning in. He saw Alex close her eyes. Then, their lips touched. Harry wrapped his arms around Alex's waist while she wrapped hers around Harry's neck. Their kiss intensified as Harry pressed his gentle lips hard against Alex's soft lips. Harry felt her tongue slip into his mouth. Harry's hands slipped down to Alex's ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze. When they finally stopped kissing, Harry's mouth when down to Alex's neck and he started planting gentle kisses on it.
"Ohh, Harry. You're . . . such . . . a great kisser," Alex said, breathing loudly (A/N: What IS this? PORN!?) After a few more kisses, Harry stopped and looked into Alex's eyes.
"Thanks for the makeout, babe," Harry said, walking away.
"W-what? Harry?? Where are you GOING?" Alex called after him, really confused.
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Harry looked around everywhere for Draco and smirked when he did. Draco was making out with a girl that Harry knew was a Gryffindor (A/N: they're always Gryffindors and Slytherins, aren't they?). When they finally stopped making out, she walked away, a huge grin on her face.
"So . . ." Harry said, his voice drifting off.
"Oh, I didn't know you like to watch me mackin' with a chick," Draco said.
"Er, 'macking'?" Harry said, really confused.
"Yeah, dawg. Oh well, it's s'all good. It's aight, Potter," Draco said.
"Draco, why are you speaking like a rapper?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Geesh, just trying out some new lingo," Draco said. Harry gave him a puzzled look.
"Er, well, anyway. Who was the 'chick'?" Harry asked.
"Vanessa Kellan, Gryffindor 5th year," Draco replied, smiling. "She's hot as hell and she's a good kisser."
"Good for you . . . uh, 'dawg'," Harry replied, trying out this new lingo.
"Dude, it's not working for you," Draco said, a smug look on his face. Harry rolled his eyes and walked away.
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"So, how was your summer in Bulgaria?" Ron asked curiously. He smiled at Hermione. She didn't smile back.
"Viktor actually asked me . . ." Hermione said, but hesitated. Ron looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
"Yeah?" Ron said. Hermione then looked like she was going to crack up from laughter.
"He . . . he asked me to MARRY him," Hermione said, now giggling loudly.
"W-what? But you're only FOURTEEN," Ron said, completely shocked.
"Y-yeah, I know," Hermione said, continuing to giggle.
"I always thought he was a bit, uh, weird," Ron said, trying to keep a straight face.
"He's not weird. He DID tell me he liked me a lot and . . ." Hermione said, but hesitated again.
"He-he didn't KISS you, did he?" Ron said jealously. Hermione grew very red as she nodded. "B-but . . ."
"Oh, are you jealous, then?" Hermione said, rather flattered.
"Er, w-well, no, just-" but he was broken off by Hermione, who had leaned in and given him a short kiss on the lips. Ron's ears turned bright red.
"WELL, what's been happening HERE?" said a voice. Ron turned around. It was Harry.
"N-nothing," Ron said, nervously, now blushing furiously. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. "P-Potter."
"I didn't know you would stoop as low to kiss a Mudblood. Well, the Weasels LOVE Muggles, don't they? I'm surprised you haven't all snapped your wands and joined them already," Harry sneered. Ron immediately lurched forward in an attempt to punch Harry but Hermione held him back.
"Fuck off, Potter!" Ron exclaimed angrily.
"Hm, it's so sad. A girl stopping you. Well, later then Weasley . . . Granger," Harry said, walking away (A/N: He seems to do a lot of that, doesn't he?)
"Ugh, he's such a jerk," Hermione said furiously.
"No, he's a (Ron said something completely revolting)." They both walked back to their tents. But then, one thought overcame Ron. 'Did Hermione kiss ME?"
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A/N: So, did you like this chapter? Please review (it's quite simple actually. Click the ickle purple box in the left-hand corner). Toodles!