The World Cup: A Memorable Night

"Hell yeah! Go go go Bulgaria!" He found himself shouting atop his lungs.

"Whoo-hoo! Let's go, Zethes, get us another score!"

The game had begun 1 hour and 43 minutes ago and right now the scores were pretty even with Bulgaria in the lead with 90 points. He watched as the players zoomed around the stadium, the quaffle ball and the bludger ball whizzing back and forth. There had already been a few injuries but the players were quick to recover.

"Are you having fun!?" His aunt asked him with a sly smile.

He couldn't help it but he smiled back and yelled, " HELL YEAH! GO KRUM! FIND THAT LITTLE FUCKING BALL!"

By now the stadium was in full-on party mode as everyone cheered on the players. Everyone watched in anticipation, waiting for that special gold ball to appear. Krum and the Irish seeker were hovering in the middle of the stadium and he could see their eyes fervently scanning the pitch for the small golden ball.

"ANOTHER POINT FOR BULGARIA!" The announcer yelled, causing a loud ruckus from the scoring party.

The Ireland team, although fifty points behind. We're still playing to their fullest. He could see their faces set in determination as they flew past the beaters and tossed the quaffle with ease before scoring. The Bulgarians didn't take a second before they quickly reacted and took the ball. With a powerful pass, the quaffle flew to the other side of the pitch, right into the hands of Oliver Davies. The man swiveled his broom past two players and flipped upside down, narrowly missing a third player forcing him to hang off with one hand. This didn't hinder his abilities as he heaved the ball back and threw it right into the middle of the center hoop.

"AND DAVIES THE GIANT HAS SCORED ONCE AGAIN WITH HIS CLUTCH SAVES!" The crowd roared in excitement and anger as both teams celebrated a win and a loss.

"Amazing how that broom can hold up that guy."

"Who cares? Because after all…"

"WE STILL SCORED! WHO-HOO!" He laughed along with his aunt as she ruffled his hair. He was starting to act like her and to be honest, he didn't care cause it was fun.

The game went on for quite some time before a massive bell appeared in the middle of the field and rang. Everyone clutched their ears as the soundwaves were loud enough to rock the entire stadium. All players from both teams quickly flew down onto the benches, indicating it was time for a break before the 2nd quarter starts. Finally, he could stretch and sit back down. He had been standing ever since the start of the match, along with everybody else as the match intensified right from the beginning; immediately hooking anyone who was watching.

Their snack supply was running low as he felt only five more walking gummy bears in the big bag beside him. Huffing he made a move to grab his drink only to find it flavorless as the ice melted and fused itself with the last bit of the sweet drink. His aunt had the same reaction but much more extreme as she cursed and threw her head back. Neither of them moved for ten minutes until she poked his shoulder and smirked.

"Damnnit, fine I'll go get us some more snacks and drinks," He grumbled.

It looked like everyone else had experienced the same thing as the snack booth was swarmed with people. Painstakingly, he got in the line and waited until he made his way to the front where he purchased triple the amount of the snacks they needed. Because he knew that it would be gone in a blink of an eye once the game rose to a whole new level. In total, he bought two massive bags of Walking Gummy Bears, two cups of refillable Bubbling Honey, an assortment of chips, twenty Chocolate Frogs for his aunt, two massive buckets of Chesters Kernals, and a Shapeshifting Cloud, dubbed as Screaming Suger for the way it screamed whenever you took a bite; which is the equivalent of normal muggle cotton candy.

"Oh goodie, your back!" He tossed her one bag of the Walking Gummy Bears, all twenty Chocolate Frogs, a few packets of chips, and a Bubbling Honey drink which he placed softly onto the small table.

"There you go Ms. Lazy Ass," he snorted.

"I'm in too much of a good mood to kill you- Oh gods this is just heavenly!" she moaned. He watched as she devoured half of the Chocolate Frogs just a minute before she got them.

"Glad to see I'll live another day then," He slipped back into his seat and took a sip of the cold drink. You would think it was sweet because of the honey but in reality, it was just right.

Popping another chocolate frog in her mouth, his aunt turned towards him. "Tell me, are you having fun?"

The answer wasn't a shocker but it still caught him off guard. Was he having fun? "Hell ya, I am," Was his response as she gave him a playful punch.

"This is the life," his aunt sighed.

"What, getting sugar high and consuming an alarming amount of calories?"

"Oh shut up, you just said you're having fun."

"Oh I am, but I never knew you had to eat this much junk food to do so," he motioned to their mess.

"Stop being such a baby. You can go work out and feel 'clean' again, after all of this is done."

"I guess you have a point."

"You've got that right nephew, now come on, let's see who can catch the most of these wonky bears in our mouth."

"Oh you are so on," Sharing similar grins, they each took a handful of the squirming gummies and started to throw the tiny little bears in the air before catching them. She had beaten him earlier and he was someone who didn't like the taste of defeat so the game was on.

~O~

Oscar had left the manor, leaving him along with his comrades to wait for the time to strike at a nearby warehouse which they had taken in as a barrack. They were ready, to say the least. But worry still lay in between each and every one of their souls. A battle in an area populated by wizards and witches, along with many harmless children. He knew that casualties would be heavy on each side whether it be civilians, Aurors, or Death Eaters. This was going to be one of the largest confrontations between the Ministry and the newly hidden Death Eaters. To say this was important would be a poor choice of words. This event today would be foretold for years, that he knew.

"You nervous?" he asked Roland, his right-hand man.

"I wouldn't be lying if I said I wasn't, so yeah."

"Guess we're the same."

"This is going to be bloody," the man stated.

"Hopefully not, but that would be a lie."

"Well, it is what it is. This opportunity won't present itself again any time soon so striking now would be the wisest choice by far."

"Agreed."

They both sat in silence, watching as the other Death Eaters in the room entertained themselves; some had gone off to duel outside. Probably to let out the jitters that filled their stomachs or at least hoping to find some sort of ease before they face hell head-on. He could sense their worries and fear but some stood strong and he admired that. They had to be strong to face the inevitable; not to mention, they were Death Eaters. They were considered as strong 'dark' wizards and witches and that wasn't a lie. The name wasn't just for show, because it was all true. Anyone in the whole Order could prove to be an obstacle.

Roland beside him began to play with a small rubrics cube, a souvenir he had gotten in London after one of his side missions. The muggle toy was fascinating and the puzzle was one to be admired.

"Finished," the man sighed, tossing the cube into the air before waving his wand to mix it once again.

"You know, I've never actually solved a rubrics cube before," he voiced.

"Heh, that's cause you threw it at me after spending a whole day."

"Hey, it was frustrating alright, but watching you do it, again and again, tempts me to try once more."

"Then go ahead, maybe if you're lucky you could finish a single side before our time is up," The cube floated in the air and landed onto his lap where he grasped the smooth surface and began to twist and turn the many columns and lines.

"There you go, just follow your gut and soon enough you'll find your rhythm and eventually figure out the pattern behind it."

"Hm, this is actually relaxing."

"It's why I do it."

"Also the reason why you haven't beaten me in a single game of chess," He also had his favorite hobby. Magical chess, as people dubbed it, was his favorite past-time other than dueling.

"I've beaten you a couple of times!"

"Hmm? I don't recall you ever doing so."

"Fine, after this let's play a match and you'll see."

"Deal, just another excuse for me to kick your ass."

The hours ticked by and soon enough there were only three more hours until the game ends, add another three to be sure then after that, they would make their move. The reason was that most of the residents would either be asleep, have left, or at the very least out of the way.

He knew Perseus was at the games with Hecate, a Death Eater who retired from participating in meetings or missions. Voldemort had already briefed them of where the boy would be located, as to watch out. They were also told to, at all cost, prevent Perseus from joining the attack; much to the dismay of the raven-haired teen.

But he had a gut feeling it wouldn't end up that way. He knew Perseus well enough to know that the boy would join the fray one way or another. But for now, he wished that the kid could just relax at the moment before the whole charade starts.

"The Irish Seeker has spotted the Golden Snitch! But what is this?! Krum is already on its tail, both players nose-diving to earn their team one-hundred points!" The announcer's voice was clear and edgy, just like everyone else. This was the second time the snitch had been spotted after a lapse of two hours.

"Merlin's beard! Krum has to snatch this one right now or at least stop the Irish mate from retrieving it or we're doomed," his aunt gushed.

Like him, they were both leaning outwards from the rails. Their knuckles turned white as they watched the two race towards the slimy little bugger.

"Come on Krum, show everyone why you're the greatest seeker," he whispered.

"That Irish chap is not too bad as well Perseus, Krum might have some trouble," His aunt's heated voice made him even more anxious.

"Come on now aunty. Where's your competitive spirit?" he teases her earning him a sharp punch in the guts.

"Could enough?" she snickers.

Rolling his eyes, he watches as both players swerve around their teammates and the bludger balls as the snitch continuously makes their life a living hell. The timer was running out now, just a few more minutes and the second half would end before the third bout begins.

"HOLY!" He fell flat on his ass as a massive gust of air crashed into him. He couldn't help but stutter as his eyes flicker towards nearby sounds of groans. Guess he wasn't the only one, he thought to himself before standing back up to face a smirking Hecate.

"You shou-"

"Nope. Shut it."

"Fine, but that was amazing not gonna lie. Even if we would've lost our heads in the process," he sighed at his aunt's dark humor as he traced the player's whereabouts. It didn't take long for him to know that they had flown past their section of the stadium. The dumb snitch was going to get someone killed one day.

"Stupid snitch," he grumbled.

"Gah! We had that in the bag! That fucking ref, I just want to strangle him!" his aunt growled.

Bulgaria had lost 160-170. The points were so close but the ref had called a very shit yellow card. He was probably bribed and if he was… let's just say he wouldn't hesitate to add him onto his never-ending list of victims.

Half the stadium had left sour that night; all retreating to wherever they came from. The Irish, on the other hand, were spouting cheers that echoed for miles. Some even had the audacity to mock the Bulgaria fans. One fan had found his face to the dirt and his ass facing the air. It was a simple reminder not to provoke him and he gladly let everyone know.

They made their way back to campsite number five where the Bulgaria team also stayed. Zethes looked glum but not red like a few of his teammates. He knew the man was always level-headed and never took unnecessary actions. Whilst he watched the Bulgarian team stalk towards their tents he and Hecate entered his.

"Now what?" he sighed as he plumped back onto the bed. Unlike before, he found it lacking and just plain. His mood was ruined and now everything seemed stale and dull.

"Now we go to the after-party!" He looked at his aunt like she was crazy. Her attitude always seemed to amaze him as she did a 180. In her hands were two bottles of fire whiskey, along with a large smile firmly planted on her face.

"Party? Are you serious right now? We just lost the game! Who in the hell would host a party right?!" As if fate was taunting him, he heard a loud boom from outside.

"That party," his aunt held a bottle out and he took it. "Now come on, Zethes wouldn't want us to sulk around. Plus, Bulgarians are tough as hell and you should know that."

"You have a point," Zethes and Kalais were never really ones to whine or complain when they used to hang out at the manor.

"Plus, I can finally berate Zethtes once again," his aunt said smugly, "And to top it off, I get to yell at the entire team!" her smile was sadistic and eerie, something he never wanted to see again.

"I'll come along later," he waved off, popping the cap of the whiskey. Waving a cup over he poured himself a drink and sipped the strong alcohol. Surprisingly, his aunt was still stuck in place, her head cocked to the side. "What?" he managed to utter out before taking another swig.

"Can I trust you to come later or will you just continue sulking in here?"

"I swear on the Blackstone that I'll come later," he rolled his eyes.

"Good," Pouring another sample into his cup, he watched his aunt waltz out of the tent and into the night.

His hands numbly played on the ring attached to his finger. He always found it alluring and relaxing. The piercing red ruby eyes were invariably boring deep into his very soul as if it was trying to communicate. To think about it, it kinda had the same effect as the trinket he had gotten from Hestia.

Pulling out the metal sword he watched as the smooth surface caught the shine of the candle beside him. This also led to him noticing that the bottle had been empty for quite some time now. Which was followed up with his word to his aunt that he would attend the party. He wasnèt one to break promises especially with those close to him so inevitably he stood up and reappeared outside his tent and in front of the huge Bulgarian estate.

The party was in full swing as the attendants conversed loudly as if they hadnèt ven lost. Internally his body screamed for him to just leave and lie, but eventually, his hand betrayed him as he quickly grabbed a bottle of French brandy, yes wizards drank muggle alcohol too. Conjuring a glass cup made from water that he had solidified, he poured the black liquid in and took a nice sip. It burned his throat but countless nights of drinking in a basement filled with Death Eaters had built his tolerance up.

He stumbled around a few times, catching small gossips here and there until he saw his aunt's figure evocatively berating the Bulgarian team. Her hand was on her hip as her other pointed to each player; probably chastising them of what they had done wrong. Zethes caught his eye as the older man withheld a small smirk behind his hand only to snap his attention back to his aunt as she twirled on him. Oh gosh, the poor dude was in trouble as well.

Laughing, he found himself a spot on a corner table away from all the other partygoers. With his brandy sitting in front and his chair all comfy from some charms he had used, he was all set to just watch and wait until the night ended. That was the plan until a girl approached him. She wore a red woolly long-sleeved shirt with a black skirt that just terribly stood out of place; that he couldnèt help but raise a brow.

He just looked at the girl and gave a simple greeting. "Hello," his voice sounded drowsy but that was probably the alcohol talking.

The girl looked at him with an amused smile before pulling up a chair to which he quirked his brow. "I gotta admit, you seem a bit too young to be drinking something as strong as French Brandy; especially Hennessy at that."

He couldn't help but scoff at the declaration. "If you're trying to hit on me then you should refer back to your words," he smirked.

The girl smiled back and traced a polished nail across his exposed arm. "Who said I was trying to hit on you?" she grinned.

He shook his head and poured a glass for her which she happily took. "So, what made you approach me?"

"Is the fact that you're sitting here all alone not good enough?" she replied with a lace of laughter.

"The night is young," he dismissed with a wave, "I'll go stretch a bit after everyone seems to have calmed down."

"Hmm, maybe I should get us another then cause it seems like it's almost empty," he didn't have time to reply as she disappeared into the crowd and reappeared with three bottles, not one. Two were fire whiskeys, which he had expected and the last was straight-up bourbon; something he only tried twice.

"You said one, but I'm not going to argue," Smiling devilishly, he grabbed the fire whiskey and popped it open before offering her some. They clinked glasses and took in the burning drink.

"So, what should I call you? Cause I was thinking of Matt, you look like a Matt."

He saw the familiar twinkle in her eye as he usually had when he often teased others. "Perseus, nothing more, nothing less," he watched as a grin tugged on the corner of her mouth.

"Perseus… I quite like it. It sounds very… unique, charming, and deadly," He could smell the liquor from her mouth as she seemed to have leaned closer after the last word.

He smiled and backed up, "You could say that," Ironically his name literally meant 'Destroyer' so she wasn't wrong.

The girl seemed to pout before covering it up by taking a sip from her glass. "So, Perseus, you're pretty athletic. Do you participate in any sports?" She motioned to his arms which, from endless training had developed into fine muscles that made him look more mature and older than his age. His tight white shirt was also no help as it seemed to hug him nicely.

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm an athlete, but I do duel a lot."

"Oh? Are you good?"

"I wouldn't say I'm the best, but I've never lost much either."

"Humble, I like it."

"Hah, yes I strive to be. But enough about me, you haven't told me your name and exactly who you are."

She had the decency to look embarrassed before thrusting her hand out, "Céline."

"Beautiful name and I reckon you're part of the cheer squad?" She smiled and nodded, brushing away a piece of her strawberry blonde hair.

"Can I be honest?"

"Oh?" This caught his interest and he had a feeling about what she was about to say.

"I was trying to use my- uh, allure on you…"

He withheld a chuckle, "Then I should apologize as well."

She gave him a curious look, "Huh? Why?"

"I knew you were using it ever since you arrived," Her cheeks flushed red and the chuckle escaped his throat.

"W-well I know you were the one who yelled during our performance," she smirked victoriously. Daring him to retort while she took a sip from her cup.

"Guilty as charged," Clinking his cup to hers he took a nice big swig and looked with amusement at her lost face. He didn't care, plus, he did recall one of the cheerleaders catching him. How? Well, that was probably just pure luck.

"Excuse me," she coughed and looked at him more seriously. "I um... wanted to say thank you. It's hard enough being a Veela, but being a Veela cheerleader; that's a lot tougher because of the whole. She waved her hands around and he knew what she meant.

"Honestly, I didn't even intend to do that but I'm glad I did. The way people were acting disgusted me."

"That makes the two of us."

Five bottles of fire whiskey and two bottles of brandy later, he was beginning to feel the side effects. The room seemed to shift but only slightly; his tolerance was still high enough to help him to this degree at least. Céline on the other hand… The hazel-eyed Veela was drowsy like she would faint any moment but still held strong.

"You alright there Céline?" he grabbed her shoulder that swayed marginally.

"Ye-yah, I-I feel finee~," Hell, the girl was not fine at all.

"You are not fine, come on, tell me where your friends are so they can take you back to your tent," He held her up slowly, careful not to cause both of them to slip.

"Water?" she mused.

"Hey, can I get a glass of water?" He asked the barkeep. With a swift nod, a nice cold glass of water was on the counter and in his hands. "Here," he sat both of them back again and lifted the glass to her lips.

"Ahh, tha-that feels good," The Veela coughed before leaning her head on him. He watched her as she tried to focus and push the effects away.

"Here, don't tell anyone alright?" Grabbing the empty glass, he willed a current of water from the tap to fill it back up before expelling a small amount of magic into the glass.

"Thanks," she drank it willingly, the one cup not being enough. "Holy! I-I suddenly feel refreshed. Is that a good thing? Am I dreaming? Oh my gosh, I didn't faint did I?" she shook him with each question. Her eyes looked worried and embarrassment was beginning to make its way onto her face.

"Chill, It's just an old family secret. I used a bit of my magical essence in the water to cure the effects of being drunk."

"That's some trick, thank you."

"No worries, now come on. I think that's enough drinking for now."

"Yes sir," she gave a small salute which made him shake his head with a smile.

"Alright, do you see any of your friends nearby?"

"Uhhh, nope," He looked at her questioningly because he knew she had seen one at least.

"Are you sure?.."

"Most indefinitely but no worries, I know the way to our tent."

"Alright, hold on to me and lead the way," He didn't know where this was quite going but he didn't question it either.

The cold air hit them with such intensity that he almost fell over. Céline just strode forward, her strength holding him up as she directed them towards a treeline. He had no doubt that Veela was strong but managing to hold someone like him up was proof enough.

"You sleep in a tree?" He laughed but quickly stopped. Veela had an avian form so… At least Céline didn't mind or she didn't hear him cause she said nothing. "Uh, sorry about that. Anyways, what are we doing here?"

"Have you ever kissed someone, Percy?" she asked, stopping me in my tracks.

"What?" He stupidly answered.

"Come on, you know what I'm talking about so just tell me. Have you kissed someone?.."

"Damn, uh, no one has ever asked me that," His heart was beating hard with adrenaline, and he could feel his face begin to heat up. Gulping he scratched the back of his neck while averting his eyes towards the ground. Death Eater his ass, just that sentence alone made him blush like a schoolgirl.

"I'll take that as a no," The bark of the tree scraped against his back as their lips made contact. It was gentle and the taste of whiskey was still present.

They made out for quite a while before gasping for air. The beating of his heart was louder and he could feel it. "Wow, that was, wow."

"Did I steal your first kiss?" she grinned.

"Yeah…"

"Then I'll take your second as well," Her lustful voice tickled his ear, making him shiver but not because of the wind. The Veela smiled widely, knowing that she had him in her hands and he knew it. When he felt her hands run up his chest, the effect was instant as he pulled the blonded flush against him. A searing kiss followed soon after.

"Gods you're an amazing kisser," she moaned.

"Not bad for a first-timer huh?" She didn't reply and only dove back in. He could feel the warmth between them as it got more heated for every second that passed. He could feel her hands run through his hair as he began to take control of the kiss.

He nibbled on the bottom of her lip, something that he never knew he would be doing so soon. Well, 'there was always a first time for everything,' he thought to himself, before following up with small kisses that trailed from her collar to her neck, earning quiet moans that only seemed to drive both of them further.

"M-my tent?" He managed to choke out as she reluctantly pulled away.

"Yes."

They stumbled onto the bed as the tent flaps whisked closed automatically and with a flick of his wand he proceeded to charm the entire tent. Now no one could get in or hear whatever was going on. Quickly willing his obsidian wand back into a ring. His body fell flat onto the mattress as she straddled him, her eyes twinkling mischievously. He watched with a small smirk as she slowly and slyly traced his abs through his shirt before ripping it open.

"Hey! That was my favorite shirt, you know."

"Oh shut up," Chuckling, they locked lips again as he felt her cold hands roam across his chest, tracing a few scars here and there that made me shiver with each touch.

"Ahh, Céline~" She hummed into the kiss before backing up and shedding off her own shirt.

"Now it's time for the real fun," He watched her with lustful eyes letting let her pin his hands down; her lips trailing small kisses across his chest.

"Tsk tsk, It's my turn," She looked curiously before giving a small yelp as I turned us over, my body now on top of hers as I gazed down at her toned figure. Her legs were splayed apart and she had begun to slowly rub against my thigh.

"Please, stop teasing me," she whined.

"As long as you can take it."

He woke up with a gasp. His arm felt heavy and it was only then that he remembered what had happened. Céline, and he had eloped. Something he had never done before but if he had to do it again he wouldn't hesitate. Last night was probably one of the best nights he'd ever had. They were both filled with stamina but Céline had grown tired after the fourth bout, only motioning for him to continue as she convulsed with each thrust.

Small bruises were decorating the french Veela and a couple on him, along with a few scratch marks on his back that he quickly healed using the water pitcher that sat across the room on the dining table. He wove the water around a few of her bruises. Making her body tremble slightly at the cold touch, a soft sigh escaped her.

Gosh, he had just lost his virginity. The thought hadn't even set in until right now when he saw his bare chest and her sleeping figure right beside him. Damn. He still couldn't believe it, but whenever he did he could still remember the feeling of pleasure that coursed through him that night.

Sighing, he wondered what time it was and got up. He grabbed the antique alarm clock that sat on a small desk and saw that it was only four in the morning. Did he seriously just sleep for one hour? He remembered the game-ending around ten that night, and then the after-party which he attended until around one where he left with Céline; and proceeded to have some 'fun' until around two in the morning where they collapsed in exhaustion.

Sitting back on the bed, he decided to get some air before retiring once again. So slipping his jeans on, he tapped the tent flap with his wand and left. The scene that welcomed him was not one he expected. Tents were alight with fire, people were screaming and scurrying around, while a few large explosions exploded on the horizon.

"Shit."

Hi guys! Been so long since I've updated this story eh? A month I reckon? Anyways, sorry for that.

Now, I wanted to mention a few things, first off starting this Friday (2/4/2022) I'm going to be pushing to release more chapters. I think you'll like to know that I'm trying to stay three chapters ahead no matter what so...

Secondly, as you can see there was a semi!smut scene in this chapter. I'm not sure if I'll be writing more but there is a chance that I will. So if you're not comfortable with smut I apologize but don't let this stop you from reading!

Anyways, it's been a while since I checked the story and reread through the whole thing so if there are any weird plot holes or problems please review or send a pm. Or, if you just have any questions you can just send that as well.

Ciao!