Harveste Addams and the Goblet of Fire

by kyaru-chan

Let's have a little FUN this year, shall we?

3. Chapter 3

Title: Harveste Addams and the Goblet of Fire

Crossover: Harry Potter and the Addams Family

Summary: Let's have a little FUN this year, shall we?

Warning: Addams Family Sadism and Cross-dressing, Spoilers -do I have to write that?-

I apologize for my Wednesday being OOC. I'm used to being protective over my own brother, and I would bite through a bank vault to get to him. I'm not even going to bother having Viktor speak like a Bulgarian. He's just too cute for that *hides from Cousin What*. And forgive me for the pathetic French insert.

Thank you AmiconPhotoWhore, and Harveste thanks you too. I hadn't even thought of that!

Edit: This is what happens when you don't pay attention to your mum when she teaches you spanish! Thank you rune-ruin!

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Harry left behind a silent Hall. As soon as the doors closed behind him and Dumbledore, every single student broke out into whispers.

"Just had to have a little more glory, huh?"

Cousin What's hair had been the only thing preventing Wednesday from dealing wrath and retribution all over the place when she had heard the words Harry Potter, and now the golden strands tightened around her wrists as she turned her snarl on an unfortunate Ronald Weasley.

"What did you say about my brother?"

The twins hauled their brother back and away, smiling maniacally.

"Nothing, he-"

"-didn't say anything-"

"-at all, isn't that-"

"-right, Ron, you-"

"-barmy, bollixed-up, brainless-"

"-barnacle?"

"Bzzz-bzzz-bzbz,"Cousin What said placatingly. Wednesday subsided with a growl.

Hermione had grabbed both of Draco and Blaise's hands in a panic when Harry had stood up after a long period of silence, his eyes hooded and his expression closed. Now she was squeezing them bloodless, and they weren't even wincing. They knew better than to think that Harveste would enter the Tournament without telling them. Someone had set him up. Someone had forced him to join. Someone was trying to kill him.

Fuckingwasteofspacesonofa-

Hermione was thinking about the look on Pansy's face when they had found her, and the way Harry had gone into the Chamber to face Lord Voldemort, and the knowledge that he would kill for them.

-yellowscum-suckingshitassbucket-

Blaise was thinking of that night in the infirmary, the feel of Vincent Crabbe's wand in his hand, the hand that had cupped his cheek, and the knowledge that Harveste would do anything to protect them.

-bloodySkrewt-headedmotherfucker-

Draco was thinking about his father, the way Harry had sought him out first, the way he had spoken and the promise he had made, that the four of them were more than friends and he would keep them alive through anything and everything.

-whenIgetmyhandsonhim-

-I'llwringhisdamnneck-

-andI'lldanceonhisgrave-

All three of them glared at the closed door.

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

"This is preposterous!"

"I demand that I be allowed to re-submit my students' names!"

Harry ignored the adults as they debated, choosing instead to stand next to Viktor and Cedric. Fleur was a little way away, standing in the shadows of her Headmistress. She was incandescent as well, like a spoiled little girl deprived of a treat, speaking rapidly in French.

"You submitted your name, Harveste?" Cedric asked curiously. "You're too young, aren't you?"

Viktor rumbled out a deep laugh. "There is no such thing when it comes to an Addams."

Harry looked at him appraisingly. "You seem to know a lot about us. I assume you've met Cousin It and his wife?"

"Indeed." The Durmstrang student looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "They warned me about the American part of their family. They say you are possessive."

Harry smiled up at him. His fingers moved, and to Cedric it looked like he had put his arm around Viktor's waist. Unseen, the blade had gone through thick cloth and silk with barely a pause, and now its cold edge was flush with warm skin. "I would say…protective. We hold our own close to our hearts."

"I know." The tall boy looked down at him, seemingly unconcerned. His eyes were warm and clear. "What is very important to me."

"Good." The knife withdrew into Harry's cloak. "Valravn."

Viktor blushed.

"He is just a little boy!" Fleur exclaimed.

Harry turned his attention to the rest of the room. All the eyes were on him. He smiled.

"I beg your pardon?"

"My student is right." Madame Maxime said. She was a frightening figure, flashing arms and enormous bosom towering over every single man in the room. He could see why Wednesday had chosen to stay in Beauxbatons. This was one prey who wouldn't go nicely into the good night. He had to admire his sister's taste. "You are too young to compete. You will be killed!"

"Well, if that's the case-"

"You have no choice. Your name was called." Bartemius Crouch said. He looked self-important, but tired. Harry remembered what Uncle Liverworth had said about him. He would be a good target too. "It's the rules."

Definitely a target, and just before the light in his eyes dimmed forever, he would lean in and say Sirius Black says hello.

"My name is Harveste Addams, sir." Harry sighed. Not this again. The next person to call him that name was going to get it in the neck.

"It does not matter what you are called now. That name was on your birth certificate, and as such, is on your record. The Goblet's decision is binding and creates a magical contract between all of wizarding Britain and you. You must compete, or else suffer a lifetime as a Squib."

So what? He could think of a hundred, a thousand things much worse than a life without magic, and he hadn't even asked Wednesday yet.

Harry felt his brow furrowing and smoothed it out with effort. He would not let these people see him out of control. There would be time enough for that during the Tasks. He would be free to let loose then, and let the person who had entered his name be wary. He had the feeling it was the Polyjuiced Moody. All the better. He was looking forward to teaching that man some manners.

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They sat around the edge of the Great Lake, feeling the wind blow through their hair. The dark of the moon would come in the next three nights and there was fun to be had with three Addams around.

Harry was re-braiding Wednesday's hair, carefully going around the yards of thin wire she had coiled in it. Beside him were his cousin and his boyfriend. Even sitting down, the sleek golden hair covered every inch of Cousin What's body. Viktor sat next to him, one hand curled in the silky tresses.

"Did you find out who put your name in, Harry?" Wednesday asked. Silver flashed speedily through her fingers, making a low whirring noise. He knew she was anxious to find whoever had done it and put the fear of Addams in them, permanently.

"No, my Valkyrie, but I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough."

"Save a piece for me."

Harry smiled. "As you wish."

"Where are you guys going to sleep?" Hermione asked curiously. She leaned against Blaise's back, Draco sprawled beside her. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was deep in thought.

"The question is where are we going to sleep?" Blaise muttered. "I won't put it past those bastards to murder us in our beds."

"Why?" Wednesday looked at him, then back at Harry. "Has someone done something?"

"Nothing to worry about, darling." Harry brushed a kiss over her forehead. "I'll take care of it."

"You can't kill all of them, Harveste." Draco said, finally opening his eyes. There was a gleam in them that Harry recognized, and he smiled with pride.

"The hell he can't."

"There are worse things than death, Draco." He smiled into Wednesday's hair, but his eyes were like emeralds in the dark. "And I intend to show them all just what they are."

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

With two hands, making the potion was easier. Of course, Wednesday wouldn't stop trying to poison his hands, so it was more interesting too.

"Happy Halloween, Mother, Father."

"Wednesday? What…are you in Hogwarts?"

Both of them smiled, then Cousin What poked through their shoulders.

"Bzz-bzzz."

"Cousin What?"

The potion shimmered, then cleared to show Pugsley's face. "Hey all. Hey, Cousin What!"

"It's the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Father. They're holding it this year, and Harry's one of the participants."

"Wonderful! Another game is it? Brooms and things?" Their father rubbed his hands expectantly.

"No Father, more like death-defying stunts and battles against vicious creatures."

"Even better! When can we visit?"

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Wednesday grabbed the nearest Skrewt and hugged it. Blaise rolled his eyes. Of course she would.

"Harry, I want one!"

Draco thought Hagrid would die with happiness.

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

The Slytherins made their move during Double Potions. Draco was just glad that Wednesday hadn't been there. It would have been a massacre instead of just an unmitigated disaster.

Their cauldrons had been doused in some sort of flammable potion. When the fires had been lit, Draco and Blaise had just leaped away in time.

Hermione's ingredients kept disappearing.

Someone kept casting little annoying spells at the four of them. They blocked as well as they could.

Snape kept turning a blind eye, smirking to himself.

Through all of that, Harry steadfastly kept working, the zip of spells seeming to curve around him, and once, through him. He pared a root, his hands steady, sliced it into neat even pieces and popped them all into the cauldron.

Hermione threw up a shield to deflect a Jelly Legs Jinx.

Someone set fire to Draco's robes. Blaise threw water on it.

In went a few crushed eyes, a powdered beetle, a rotten egg, and when no one was looking, three spoons of brown granulated sugar and a bayleaf. Harry stirred in three times clockwise, stepped aside for yet another Tentacle Trap to go by him, and stirred it twelve times counter-clockwise.

Then he kissed all three of them, first Hermione, then Blaise, then Draco, on the mouth. Everyone froze. The three of them stared at each other.

Ohnohedidn't.

Harry stepped back with a smile and was engulfed in a thick purple smoke. It filled the room rapidly, thickly, and there was a chorus of gasps and chokes. Professor Snape waved his wand to clear the room. The smoke dispersed, and everyone looked at each other.

Nothing had happened.

They filed out of the room, the rest of the Slytherins still glaring and muttering ominously under their breath. Nothing continued to happen.

Two hours later, after classes, Hermione handed out vials of light blue potion to every other Gryffindor who had been in the class. She could say nothing but what she had been told to say, which was: Drink it. It tasted like marshmallows.

Half an hour later, every single Slytherin in that class, with the exception of Harry, Draco and Blaise, had developed a severe case of gonorrhea. Even Professor Snape.

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Draco was still laughing about it a few days later.

"Gonorrhea, you…you…genius!"

Harry smiled serenely. "I don't know what you're talking about, darling. It is no concern of mine how indiscreet they are with their sexual partners."

"Fucking brilliant genius."

They were sitting at the Gryffindor table again today, and had been welcomed with open arms. Fred and George had heard about it and told the entire house. Professor Snape had looked murderous.

"Er…Harveste?"

Harry looked around. Cedric Diggory was standing behind him, his handsome face knotted in a frown. "Yes?"

"Can I…can I talk to you? In private?"

Blaise half-rose, but Harry waved him down again. Wednesday was glaring at the intruder, and even Cousin What's hair was making itself known, half curling around Harry's arm.

"Bzz-bzbzbz-bzzz."

"I'd be glad to, Cedric. Une moment, sil vous plait."

They watched as the two walked out the double doors, Harry's slim figure dwarfed by the Hufflepuff's more muscular physique. Finally, Blaise spoke up.

"I didn't know he could speak French."

"We all can." Wednesday said, glaring at her porridge before adding a generous amount of Firewhisky and emptying the whole pepper pot into it. "We're just not allowed to speak it in the house. Mother would never get any rest if we did."

"It's dragons." Cedric said, as soon as they were out of earshot. "The first task, Harveste. It-it's dragons."

"Oh?" Harry looked at the boy thoughtfully, then nodded. "Thank you for telling me. Don't tell my sister though. She'll want to take my place."

"Er... She - she likes dragons?"

Harry noted the faint blush and raised an eyebrow. This was a year for surprises.

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

Harry immediately made for Viktor the moment he stepped into the little classroom. Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff were there, talking to a photographer. Fleur was talking to Cedric, tossing back her silvery head of hair. Harry wondered whether she had ever done that move in Beauxbatons and what his sister had done about it.

"Did you know dragons were going to be the first task?" Harry asked the tall dark boy beside him.

Viktor shook his head. "Professor Karkaroff only told me this morning. I look forward to what you are going to do."

Harry smiled darkly.

"I wonder if I could have a word with young Harry before the photoshoot?" An unfortunate-looking woman asked. She was even worse off than Pansy, with a jaw that could have broken rocks and narrow eyes set in a face festooned with unmoving curls. She would have looked lovely mounted on a wall.

"Harveste, if you please." Harry said, stepping closer to her with a smile.

Viktor chuckled behind him. He had heard the irritation hidden behind the polite veneer.

The woman opened the door of a cupboard and motioned him in. It shut behind them.

There was silence. Viktor met Cedric's eyes, and the Hufflepuff excused himself politely from the Veela girl and made his way over.

There was a little snick.

Harry opened the door and strolled out, a satisfied look on his face. At least five minutes later, Rita Skeeter followed, her eyes dazed and looking a little unsure on her feet. To those who hadn't known or loved an Addams, it would have seemed that there had been 'Goings-On'. Viktor smiled knowingly.

"Um…" Ludo Bagman looked from a smirking Harry to a bewildered Rita. "Now, um – the wand-testing. Forward, Mr. Ollivander."

"Yes. Miss Delacour?"

The French girl stepped forward, her haughty smile glowing. The wand-maker looked at her wand and swished it around experimentally.

"Nine and a half inches, inflexible, made of rosewood and a core of Veela hair."

"One of my grandmothers." She said proudly.

"Very well. Mister Diggory?"

Cedric smiled sheepishly at both Viktor and Harry before approaching the man. Wednesday would knock that shyness right out of him on the first day, Harry thought fondly.

"Twelve and a quarter inches, springy made of ash and a core of unicorn hair. Mister Krum?"

Viktor walked forward. He looked very awkward on the ground, with an odd rolling gait, but he was beautiful in the air. On a broom, he moved with the grace of a falcon.

"A Gregorovitch, if I'm not mistaken. Ten and a quarter inches, rigid, made of hornbeam and dragon heartstring. Mister… Addams?"

Harry drew out his wand. Its reddish wood glistened oddly in the light, like an oil slick or spilt blood that had half-dried on marble. Ollivander took one look at it, and shook his head immediately. "No one touches an Addams wand. Does it work for you?"

"Yes."

"Then that's all I need to know."

Harry smiled. Wise man.

Later on, the photographer who was developing the pictures was taken aback by the results. Every single picture with the Addams boy was strangely warped or distorted or…had faces where there weren't supposed to be faces.

He should have asked Colin Creevey for tips. Colin was the only person in the world who could take an Addams' picture and not suffer an excruciatingly painful death after three days.

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Hermione tilted her head as she watched Cousin What and Viktor Krum, who were sitting just a little way down the table with the sixth years. Viktor was regaling them with stories of Quidditch practice gone awry, but the twins were making their own entertainment. They were trying to put things in Cousin What's hair, baubles and such that she knew from experience could smear you with jam, cover you with feathers, or make your ears bleed. Cousin What was fighting back, but in an indulgent way, if the slow measured moves were anything to go by. The hair rippled like a curtain, wrapping around wrists and fingers, but every time one of the twins managed to attach something, the hair would shimmer, and the bauble would appear on the other side and be flicked into the air. Hermione tilted her head again. It was like Cousin What was nothing but hair, because things seemed to go straight through, and she'd never seen a hand or a foot or a single inch of skin in all this time.

"How do they have sex, you think?"

Draco spat out his pumpkin juice. Harry grabbed his sister's juice-soaked arm before she could stab his friend. He waved a hand languidly and her dress was freshly-ironed with her still in it. Wednesday sat down, mollified.

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

Cedric had been the first one to face his dragon, then Fleur. Viktor was rubbing his thumb over a braided bracelet as he looked at the tent flaps. His face wouldn't show it, but Harry could tell he was tense. It was in the hunch of his shoulders and the stiff line of his spine. He'd seen it many a time. He'd been a cause of it too.

The bracelet was a soft tawny color. It looked like a bit of Cousin What's hair. His Cousin was obviously in love to sacrifice one his precious tresses. Perhaps they would be hearing funeral gongs soon, and maybe the squeaky sound of a new Cousin.

Viktor's name was called.

"Slay them." Harry said with a smile, giving him an encouraging nod. "This might be the only time you get to impress Wednesday."

The Seeker nodded, then once more with conviction. Wednesday thirsted more than anyone in the family and they both knew it, and it would take barrels of blood before she would even deign to smile at their cousin's boyfriend.

Harry lay back in the cot, his hands pillowing his head. He was almost sure that it had been Moody who had put his name in for the Tournament. The man had reeked of excitement when he had stomped up to him and tried to tell him how to deal with the dragon. But then again, everyone had been in knots over the First Task, and even Ludo Bagman had been bursting with tips.

His mind turned to his three friends. They would be sitting with Cousin What and Wednesday in the stands, and hopefully that would prevent the Slytherins from doing anything stupid. Well, stupid-er.

Hermione had looked like she wanted to faint when he had told her about the dragons. Draco had dropped the Moste Potente Potions book on his foot. Blaise had said nothing, but his knuckles had been white. Harry smiled fondly. It was sweet that they still worried for him, after all this time.

"Harveste Addams!"

Time to play.

He stepped out into the shade of the awning. The stadium around him was huge, and everyone was alternately cheering and booing. There was one side, red and gold, that was mostly silent except for the twins who had a banner that read: CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! Harry hid a smile in his sleeve. He hadn't been allowed anything except his wand, but that was a stupid rule, and easily worked around. First things first, though.

He extended his arm into the sunshine and snapped his fingers. Black smoke began to condense out of the air, pouring into a familiar mold.

Blaise hit his forehead with a fist repeatedly. "Does he have to be so sensitive to sunlight?"

Wednesday looked at him from under the shade of her own umbrella and rolled her eyes.

Harry took a few steps forward, ignoring the jeers and taunts, surveying the dragon minutely. It was a big one, the toughest one or so he had heard, a huge black monster with dull scales and sharp spikes and poisoned fangs. Its enormous yellow eyes gleamed with malice, and he tilted his umbrella up to look into them.

Dragons were neither Dark nor Light nor Blood. They were their own magic, a force of nature, part of the earth and the sky and the waters, and trying to kill it would be like blowing up the world. She was a mother, and he could see the grey of her new eggs between her scaled thighs and the rocky nest. There was a gleam of gold among them, but getting it wouldn't be easy. She was angry that she had been taken from the freedom of her mountains, Stunned and pumped with tranquilizers, furious that she had been put in the midst of a thousand meals that weren't running away and pissed that there was a morsel of food in front of her that stank of Blood Magic. She roared to the sky, like a lion's roar but multiplied a million times, a long, loud ululation filled with chaotic killer intent.

Harry smiled. Good.

He rolled to the right as the first stream of flame erupted from her mouth, then sprang forward, wand in one hand and an axe materializing in the other. She took a swipe at him and he ducked, feeling the wind whistle as the dangerously sharp claws passed over his head. He moved in a zigzag pattern, avoiding flames and claws and wings, his eyes not on the egg but on hers, smiling like a fiend. He did a backflip as a gout of flame burst forth again, but the dragon had learned her lesson now. She swept it from side to side, and for a single heart-stopping moment, Harry was engulfed in dragonfire.

Hermione screamed in terror, and only Blaise's strong grip prevented Draco from vaulting down to the grounds.

Wednesday's narrowed eyes combed the grounds. A coil of golden hair wound around her arm.

"Bzz-bzzzzz-bzbz."

"Wha-what is it?" Hermione cried. Wednesday could see the wild, mad look in her eyes, and in Draco's, and in Blaise's. Funny friends her brother had.

She waved her hand downwards, and they turned to look at the arena again. A black form was scaling effortlessly up the back of the dragon, though it stomped and shook like a dog trying to get rid of a particularly bothersome flea.

The dragon roared again and its tone changed into something more sinister. Harry felt its Power tear and rip at his clothes, and he laughed as he continued to climb.

"Pretty little thing," he whispered, and the wind carried his words away. He was on her neck now, and as its head turned to snap at him, with one quick move he thrust his hand deep into her mouth and jumped away.

He was halfway across the grounds, the Golden Egg in his arms, before the dragon collapsed with a deafening crash, its eyes wide and staring.

"Harry!"

He tossed his sister the Egg moments before Hermione ran into his arms. "Are you alright?"

"Why're you asking - you were on fire! I saw you!"

Harry continued to smile, then he pulled Hermione down with him as a knife buzzed through the air. The axe edge shone brightly as it went back the same path.

"You didn't kill it," Wednesday grabbed the axe, and advanced with a threatening smirk. "You're getting soft."

An explosion ripped past them, then another, and another, each one louder and wetter than the last. Chunks of bite-sized flesh rained down on his opened umbrella. Draco and Blaise were unfortunately soaked in unmentionables, and when they stepped forward with their slime-covered scowls, their shoes squished.

"Am I now?"

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

A Wednesday with an axe could make a very definite impression. It could also be because he had reduced a full-sized dragon into a pot of stew. Or perhaps it was because Madame Pomfrey still hadn't found a working cure for the particular strain of gonorrhea that he had used.

Harry's smile cleared the common room as he and his friends entered. Cousin What trailed beside them. Viktor had gone back to the Durmstrang ship, but his small enchanted dragon figure was purring happily in a nest of blond tendrils. Wednesday had tried numerous times to retrieve it, but had ended up in the Lake, tossed in the air and hung upside down for her troubles. No matter what he, she or it was, Cousin What was still an Addams.

Harry primly sat on a couch, his arms around the Golden Egg. A knife appeared in his hand and, as his friends and family settled around him, he pried it open.

A high-pitched screech ripped through the air with a vengeance. It was nigh indescribable, a thousand mauled cats, a thousand nails on a black board, a thousand E-string violins played by amateurs, a thousand starving changelings, a thousand rampant banshees, all rolled into one long, long wail that bored into your eardrums and made your teeth vibrate painfully.

Harry hummed along. Cousin What started to bob, rocking from side to side.

"Harveste," Blaise grunted through gritted teeth. "Shut it down."

The Egg snapped shut, becoming seamless once more, and the sound dissipated.

Draco stuck one finger in his ear and wiggled it around as he tried to yawn. "What in the fuck was that racket?"

Harry and Wednesday looked at each other. His sister's eyes were filled with relish as the both hissed out the word. They hadn't had this particular delicacy in ages.

"Merfolk."

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

Harry watched his Slytherin housemates eat with a smile, ignoring his own breakfast. Beside him, Hermione, Blaise and Wednesday were fighting over the last fried egg. He had asked - persuaded - his sister not to use the more lethal part of her arsenal, so they weren't in any immediate danger. Still, the clash of weapons was loud, and they were so focused on each other that they hadn't noticed Draco sneaking the plate past them.

His green eyes followed Daphne Greengrass' movements as she added a bit more sugar to her oatmeal. He chuckled to himself and stood up to go to his Care of Magical Creatures class.

There were only a dozen Skrewts now, each big enough to go halfway to his knee. Their pincers clattered happily as he appeared, and he patted one fondly as it stung his hand.

"Er…would yeh like a plaster, Mister Addams?"

Harry looked up, the back of his hand pressed against his mouth. The poison had a pleasant tingle, but it wasn't nearly lethal enough yet. He would have to give them a bit more blood.

"No, thank you, Professor."

The half-giant nodded thoughtfully, then turned to the rest of the class. "We'll be puttin' 'em down fer a kip today, just in case they like hibernatin'. Three of yeh to a Skrewts, please…"

The Skrewt had no eyes, but Harry could feel it looking at him pleadingly. He put a large blood-soaked sponge in front of it. The dragon was still useful in death. The sponge disappeared, and the Skrewt started to buzz in contentment.

Draco ran by him, yelling bloody murder, his own furiously clicking Skrewt firing blasts of blue-tinged fire every few feet as it chased him down. Blaise was laughing so hard he was crying.

No matter how he tried to deny it, Blaise had a sadistic side to him and he reveled in it.

Half an hour into the class, Marcus Flint excused himself. After fifteen minutes, Bodro Derrick and William Harper followed him.

Harry smiled and stroked the Skrewt's hard black scales. It started to buzz louder. He wondered what he could name it.

Five minutes later, Daphne Greengrass started to throw up and Millicent Bulstrode was doubled over in pain.

Madame Pomfrey had her hands full for the rest of the day, dealing with the most diverse case of food poisoning she had ever encountered. And she still hadn't gotten rid of the gonorrhea.

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

"Dear Lady Addams, would you be-"

"-be so kind as to grace us lowly-"

"-worthless, disgraceful, ignoble-"

"-no-account, slimeballs, us worms-"

"-us cretins really-"

"-with your devilishly charming presence-"

"-and be our date for the Yule Ball?"

Forks flew with deadly accuracy, but the Weasley twins weren't the Gryffindor Beaters for nothing.

"They've got some balls on them, haven't they?" Draco said to Blaise as he watched Wednesday go after the two redheads with murder in her eyes.

"Damn straight."

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

In the end, Wednesday hadn't managed to catch, torture or kill any of the twins, and had been so impressed she had agreed. Cedric had sighed at his loss and had asked Hermione, who had blushed redder than the fires of hell before accepting. She had asked Harry's permission first, of course.

Draco and Blaise were getting desperate and very annoyed.

"Oh bloody, godsdamned crystal ball, reveal to me my date, otherwise I'll shove you up a centaur's ass."

Harry chuckled. "That's not exactly the way to go about it, darling."

Blaise glared at the lump of round rock before him. It was Harveste's so he was pretty sure it was laughing at him.

"You two could go with each other, you know. There aren't any rules about that."

Draco looked aghast. "Go? With him?"

"Hey, I'm right here, you know." Blaise flicked a quill at the blond, who caught it and stuck his tongue out at him. Then he turned a suspicious look on his friend. "Who are you going with, Harveste?"

Draco perked up, interested, his silver eyes gleaming though they were just the tiniest bit narrowed. "Yes, Harveste. Who are you going with?"

Harry simply smiled and kissed them both on the cheek before walking away.

After a moment, Draco sighed. "He's a right bastard, isn't he?"

"Bloody fucking tease is what he is."

-.-.-.-…-.-.-.-

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End of Part 3

I hope y'all don't mind that I put Cedric's Dragon announcement before the whole Rita Skeeter thing. It just seemed to work better that way. My gods, I am smoking like a freaking chimney here…