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Canuto-90 – I've taken your advice and removed it and placed something a bit more tasteful into the chapter instead.

steve m potter – I edited the previous chapter so that the punishment would fit the crime and then the chapter before that one I have placed the reason why he did what he did. You can read it if you want but I'll probably leave a little explanation at the bottom of this chapter. Well that is what Harry thinks of himself after his sleep over with the band.

Sweet Heavens – I'm going to say that Fleur doesn't use her full Veela pull usually, the guys falling over themselves to be near her is just the effect that she has when she's not even trying. When she is trying she would usually command all the men's attention. Harry could fight of the Imperius curse after a couple of minutes when it was placed on him for the first time. The same goes for the Veela pull, he'll get used to it eventually.

Thank You for the Reviews

Note: I've added parts to the chapter now called Training (before Duels), adding new scenes and the reason why Harry was pissed off with Krum. I also changed the previous chapter with the whole Krum being raped because I thought it was a bit much and it wouldn't make sense in the context of the story. I've made Krum's punishment a lot tamer but still funny I think.

I've added a small spoiler at the bottom just encase you can't be bothered to re-read the last 2 chapters which I can understand.

Healing

"Mr Potter, what have you done this time" Madam Pomfrey sighed as she looked at her most regular patient.

"Hey, this wasn't my fault" he motioned to his bloodied T-shirt as he tried to defend himself. Looking around he could see the same old beds that had been aligned perfectly against the walls with the same distance between each one. The sun shone through the enchanted windows which would usually make a room look more inviting but the smell that Harry associated with the Infirmary was in full effect as he took a whiff.

"It never is Mr Potter, it never is" she repeated more to herself. "Sit down on your usual bed; I'll be back in a moment with the potions"

"Nice to see you too" he called as she stepped into her office. Harry winced as he bent his knees as the pain went through his body like an electric bolt. When he finally performed the move he positioned himself onto the firm bed, the same bed that he'd stayed in after his first appearance, to the time he fell of his broom when the Dementor's felt like munching on his soul, Good Times.

A moment later Madam Pomfrey made her way back to the small teen that had his hand clutched around his stomach "Take this Mr Potter"

"Pain relief potion" he asked as he looked at the recognisable potion.

"Of course" she almost sounded offended as Harry took the vial, gulping it down in one.

"I love that taste"

"Well maybe I should change the taste to stop you from enjoying coming here"

"Well the potion isn't the only thing that makes me enjoy my visits" he smiled as he appraised her form, making sure that she could see exactly what he was doing. "You know if you count all my visits as dates I should be nestled in between your large bosoms" he viewed her assets as she bent over him. She was wearing the traditional nurse's outfit while she wore her hair in a bun, her magnificent bust hung over him as he licked his lips.

"Mr Potter" she was in a state of shock as the young teen made a pass at her, a boy who could be her son.

"It's just a suggestion" he put his arms up in a gesture of peace, cursing himself as the pain hit him one again "but if you're feeling lonely one night and want unbelievable pleasure, you know where I am" he finished with a wink which gave her a slight tinge of red, either anger or embarrassment over the situation. "I love this shit" he announced after a couple of seconds later while twirling the empty vial between his fingers.

Happy that the potion had taken effect Madam Pomfrey went about her job as she tried to assess his injuries. "Can you take off your shirt Mr Potter?"

"I can" he responded "but I think you'd enjoy that job much more" he smiled lazily as he lifted his arms for the nurse to strip his chest of the material. "Come on then, I haven't got all day" he told her as he felt his arms drooping.

Madam Pomfrey sighed internally as she placed her fingers at the bottom of his shirt, wondering what'd happened to the shy Harry Potter of old, unless the potion was doing this to him.

Yes, that has to be it. He'd never be this way usually.

She knew that it was a lie as soon as she thought of it but decided to stick to some form of sanity as she clung to that idea with all her will.

"Oh my" she looked on in shock as she saw his stomach, ribs seemingly be bent out of place. "How on earth did you do this?"

"Moody" he didn't need to say anything else as an angry expression graced her usually kind face.

"I knew it, it's always that man. Patients have gone up by 50% since he started teaching" Pomfrey shook her head in aggravation as she remembered all the injuries that'd been received while Moody was teaching a lesson. These would range broken bones to the more extreme being missing limbs which weren't the easiest to grow back and would leave the Infirmary in screams as the limbs grew, leaving very little sleep to be had when this was happening.

"At least he's keeping you busy" he replied, "I still hope I'm your #1 patient" he asked hopefully.

"Well I do see you enough so I suppose you are, probably deserve a membership" she replied, unsure if she was serious or not about the fact that he could indeed qualify for special benefits in a different case.

"I'd join if there are some extra benefits" Harry offered as he looked her up and down which she didn't seem to notice as she her eyes glued to his injuries.

"Like what" she asked distractedly as she ran her hand over his chest.

"Well, low cut tops for one" he suggested with a boyish smile.

"Stop flirting with me Mr Potter" she commanded him with as much might as she could muster. "I could get into a lot of trouble"

"Fine" he sighed "You teachers are soooooo boring sometimes, won't even entertain the thought of ora..." he trailed off as his head hit the pillow, letting him enter a dreamless nap which would leave her assess his injuries thoroughly without his lip.

Thank God I laced the potion with a sleeping potion

3 hours later

The sun shone through the magically tinted window that graced the Infirmary as the young teenager awoke with a start, squinting his sight as the beams of light hit his eyes. Straight away he could feel the pain that'd been received from earlier, slightly dulled down as the pain position was still in effect.

After a couple of seconds he tried to open his eyes once again as he brought his hands down to let the light hit his face. As they opened he caught sight of someone donning the end of his bed, a tall figure by the look of things as the figure cast a large shadow. He found out the identity of this unknown person as the figure spoke.

"Ah, Harry. It's good to see that you're awake after the injuries you picked up"

"Hello Headmaster" Harry squirmed as Dumbledore sparkling eyes hit him, leaving him slightly light headed. "Um, why are you here Headmaster? I doubt you visit the Infirmary every time someone gets admitted"

"True Harry, but I have a reason why I'm here, after the injuries you received"

Harry sighed as he understood Dumbledore's attendance. "What would you like to know?"

Dumbledore smiled as he looked at his young protégé, pleased that the young teen got to the point so easily. "Well firstly I would like to know how you ended up being in a duelling tournament that is a couple of years ahead of you in experience"

"Haven't you spoken to Professor Moody" he inquired as he studied Dumbledore's face for any hint of a lie.

"Yes, but I would like to gather all the information"

"Of course" he replied in an understanding tone "Well, Professor Moody invited" or forced "me to join his class for a duelling competition. He told me it would help with the 'Tournament'"

"And I gather you picked up those injuries in the duelling competition"

"Yes sir. I may have underestimated the competition, I will admit"

Dumbledore seemed to think for several moments as he rolled his beard using his fingers. Finally he came out of his reverie to continue the interrogation of Harry. "There is something that has got me and you into a delegate situation after Headmaster Karkaroff discovered what you did to his student in the Duelling ring"

"Sir" he stopped Dumbledore mid-sentence, realising that he would have to step in and try to act like the innocent boy that Dumbledore always thought he was. "I didn't mean to do that, I swear" he mockingly pleaded "When I versed Krum he was much more experienced with me, I was chucking random curses, hoping one would immobilise him"

"Harry, you shouldn't use random curses, you could've done a lot worse if one of your many curses hit him"

"I realise that now but the spells I was firing couldn't really hurt him, seeing as I haven't been taught any dangerous spells just yet Sir" a little dig at the teaching in the school "Anyway, I cast a spell that'd I read about in a book in the Library, I can't remember the exact thing that it did but I knew that it wasn't dangerous. I have no idea how it happened though, my guess is that I must've been thinking about Christmas or something"

"I am sorry for getting you into trouble with the Headmaster of Durmstrang" a tear formed as it ran down his cheek as he applauded his acting skills as the Headmaster wrapped him into a hug.

Dumbledore looked sadly upon the obviously sorry boy who sat in front of him. He was annoyed with himself for making this brilliant boy cry, an emotion that he'd stirred up which made him reassure the boy. "Harry, Harry" the Headmaster repeated himself in an attempt to get the teen's attention "I believe you"

"Y-Y-Y-You can use some truth potion if you don't, maybe get a memory from Professor Moody"

"No no, I trust you my boy"

Bloody Hell, its tiring being innocent

"Thank you Sir"

"No, thank you Harry, for telling me the truth" the old and weary Headmaster replied. "Now, there are other people who want to visit. I have to admit I jumped the queue" he laughed slightly.

"Who wants to see me?"

"Well, Miss Granger, all of the Weasleys..."

"Wait, all of the Weasley's you say" he cut off Dumbledore as he heard the Headmaster mention the one person he really didn't want to see.

"Yes, well all the ones that are currently attending the school"

Harry pouted as he realised that he was probably the talk of the school and that would make him the perfect friend once again. "Sir" Dumbledore looked at Harry. "Could you send Ronald Away, Sir?"

"Harry, you should stop ignoring Mr Weasley and your other friends. Their sexual preference should not offend you. I thought you were more tolerant of people considered different"

"I am...It doesn't...it's just" he tried to think as he realised that the tricky Headmaster had gotten him into a situation he wasn't going to get out off. Come on, think you idiot.

"Well" Dumbledore tapped his foot while waiting for another half hearted attempt to avoid seeing his former best friend.

"Fine, send them in" he told Dumbledore as he knew that keeping up the appearance was more important than arguing about his tolerance for people who aren't viewed as normal in some people's eyes.

"Good" Dumbledore replied cheerfully "I'll bid you a farewell and tell them to come in"

As Dumbledore went to leave - Harry's brain went into overdrive as he tried to figure out what to say or do to Ron, and most likely his entire 'posy' as he couldn't see Ron coming here alone. No, Ronald isn't brave. God knows how he got into Gryffindor. He was interrupted from his musings as he heard the patter of feet from across the room. Looking in the direction he could see the stream of people that were entering.

Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny were the first group to enter the room which surprised him as Ginny hadn't really hung out with him recently. The next group lagged a little behind as Fred and George gave the trailing group dirty looks. Ron walked at the front; a look of pure confidence was plastered on his face even though Harry could tell it was an act. Seamus and Dean walked side by side while Neville followed like the lost puppy he was.

Pathetic

"Harry!" Hermione screamed as she flung herself at him. "Why do you do this to me?"

"Firstly, Ow" he said as she realised what she'd done, picking herself off him and choosing to use the bedside chair as a seat instead of him. "Secondly, I do this to myself because you're going to be looking after me, and I sure do like a nurses outfit, hint hint" he elbowed her to get the point across as her signature blush blessed her cheeks.

"Good to see that Moody hasn't knocked that attribute out of you"

"Or is that a bad thing, brother of mine"

"Depends on how much you value your Girlfriends" Harry replied as the twins went silent.

Both of the twins looked at themselves, having a silent discussion. "Defiantly a bad thing then" they both said in unison.

"Hello Ginny" Harry welcomed the girl who'd made herself at home at the bottom of the bed. "Would you like to be my nurse as well? Two's always better than one, that's what I say"

"Hey, not our sister" Fred warned with a shake of a head.

"Just asking" he defended "plus I think that Hermione here" he indicated to his right "would love the power to boss around Ginny...and me of course" he smiled as both girls blushed. "Wow, one comment two blushes. I'm on fire" he licked his finger before bringing it down to his body "Ssss" he made the sound of steam which signified that he was hot (in a sexy way).

"Harry" George warned him this time.

Harry continued not even acknowledging George's warning "My door is always open, and my zipper's always open to you two fine..." he trailed off as he saw the unnatural sight behind Ginny.

"What are you talking about?" their conversation was disturbed as Ron finally made his way over.

The rest of Harry's friends turned to see that Ron's group had finally made it over to them. Harry feeling innovative spoke the first thing that was on his mind. "Oral" was the first thing he could think of as Hermione, Fred and George's expression told him they knew what he said.

"Oral?" Ron repeated stupidly as the boy clearly showed confusion as it spread over his freckly face.

"Yeah, you know, with the mouth" Harry informed his very naive friend, giving him a small hint to what he was ultimately talking about even though he knew that Ron wouldn't get it on the first time of asking.

"Oh" Ron seemed to be using all his brain as he tried to find that word in his vocabulary, this being shown as his forehead wrinkled slightly.

"Is Hermione teaching you a different language" Dean inquired, taking a shot in the dark after his mother told him she had to perform an oral examination to pass a French speaking course.

Ron grasped onto that point as he tried to repair his friendship "Oh man Harry, please tell Hermione hasn't gotten you into those books" Ron inquired as he slapped his head in annoyance as he thought Harry was being turned to the geeky side. "I'm going to have to work my magic on you" he laughed out loud as he approached Harry. Harry meanwhile was seething that this boy had the audacity to think that their relationship was just like old times.

On the good hand he knew that what he was about to say would most likely end it forever. "No, I 'm not learning a language Ronald" he replied as Ron straightened, a reflex after his mother only called him by his full name if he was in trouble.

"Then what do you mean by 'oral'" Ron asked as he scratched his head, resembling an Orangutan as he seemed dumbfounded and confused at the same time.

"Well, I was talking about Ginny unzipping my trousers and blowing me in class" he stated easily.

"Blowing?" Ron asked while the others behind him seemed to have gotten it as they averted there stare onto a blushing Ginny.

"Blow job, jerking me off, Mouth around my dick Ronald" he smiled as he listed some of the names that it was known by, loving the way that Ron's face twisted into a look of pure hatred, cheeks heating up as his whole form shook in fury.

"FUCK YOU" Ron suddenly yelled as his fist impacted upon Harry's nose, quickly alerting the twins as they dived on their brother. "Get the fuck off me; I'm going to kill you"

"Join the queue" Harry gave a slight smile as he tilted his head backwards to stop the flow of blood that was now running down his nose. While pinching his nose he imagined a list of people who wanted him dead. Ronald Weasley would just be another needle in a haystack.

"No one talks about my fucking sister like that" Ron struggled against Fred's grip as Dean and Seamus stepped in.

"What on earth is going on?" Madam Pomfrey's shrill voice entered the room as she made her way to the bed that housed Harry Potter. "MR WEASLEY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed as the twins and Dean pulled Ron back to a proper distance. Madam Pomfrey stood in front of the raging boy, when looking into the young teens eyes she could see the crazy in the red boys eyes. "Get him out of here; take him to your Head of House immediately"

"I'm going to kill you" Ron screamed as he was dragged, stopping his rant as he saw his sister who didn't seem to be moving. "Ginny, aren't you coming" Ron sounded exasperated as he spoke to her sister.

As Ginny heard her name she looked up to see her brother still tightly gripped by her other brothers. "No, I think I'll stay"

"WHY? He" Ron pointed as he looked at Harry venomously "fucking insulted you"

"Because he's more of a friend than you" Ginny voiced her opinions. "Even if he does suggest some things that may not be suitable in conversation with her brothers"

Harry smiled from beside her "I like this girl" Harry placed his hand upon her shoulder, only making the twins work overtime to keep their brother within reach. Finally they'd dragged Ron from the room.

"Too much" he asked the girls as he enjoyed the previous minutes, reviewing the scene over and over in his head.

"Just a tad" Hermione replied shyly from his side.

"Not my fault if he can't take a joke/truth"

Madam Pomfrey came over to Harry with a face that told him 'Not again'. "I think I see how you get all these injuries"

"Hey, when the world doesn't accept my advances then that's a world I don't want to wake up in"

"Then we can only hope that the world changes soon then"

"Cheeky" he smiled as the nurse applied pressure with a piece of cloth onto his blood ridden nose. "Have you got any nurses uniforms for the girls?"

"Harry" Hermione spoke out of shock as she tried to silence the flirtatious boy.

"Why would you want a nurse's uniform Mr Potter?"

"No reason" he grinned wickedly as the 2 girls squirmed in discomfort. "No reason at all"

Three hotties, I don't know about heaven but this'll do for me

Gryffindor Dorms

"I sooo don't see the point of this" he voiced his opinion as the twins looped a arm underneath each of Harry's as they more or else carried him to the dorm.

"Well you did say that you wanted someone to take care of you"

"Yes, but I didn't mean you two" he sighed as they pulled him into their room. As he walked in he was hit with the ferocity of the colour red. It covered the whole room, from posters showing previous Gryffindor teams to the bed covers.

Red

Red

Red

"Oh, are we not good enough for you" George muttered as he leant against the wall while observing the injured teenager.

"Well, dressing in a nurse's outfit may help" he mocked from his position.

"Alicia only gets that privilege, Harry" George joked as his mind drifted to his girlfriend.

"Would it help if I dressed in a skirt? I have a cute butt already so that's already sorted" Harry sarcastically reasoned as he tried to resemble George's girlfriend.

"Your a real weirdo at times Harry" George commented from Harry's right as he took in the surrounding, letting Harry pick his own bed as Harry took a step further into the room. It was a good thing that all their past roommates had been scared away from the two because if that wasn't the case, no beds would be available for the injured teen to sleep upon.

Harry huffed in response as he sat down on the nearest bed which had been recently made. "Why can't Katie look after me?" he moaned "In fact where is Katie, I haven't seen her since breakfast" he asked as he realised the last time he'd seen his 'girlfriend' was since parting at Breakfast.

Fred shuffled his feet nervously as he looked at the confused expression of one Harry Potter. "Maybe you should have a talk to Hermione about that" Fred suggested cryptically.

"What do you mean?" Harry inquired as he turned to look at Fred's nervous demeanour.

"What he means is that Katie did come to visit but Hermione was a bit..." George trailed off as he tried to pick the right word.

"Possessive?" Fred tried to finish the sentence for his brother.

"No, protective of you I would say"

"Why didn't I know about this?" he asked, trying to find a emotion he could accept as the protective or motherly nature of his friend got in the way once again.

"She came when you were sleeping. Ginny and Hermione kind of took up defensive positions when Angelina, Alicia and Katie came around. Hell, I'm surprised Katie didn't launch an attack"

"Jesus" he spoke exasperated over the situation.

"See Harry, now you know what it's like to be us with all the girl problems"

"You take the good with the bad I suppose" Fred mused.

Harry sat there as he tried to think of a way out of this situation, knowing that if he apologised to Katie over Hermione's behaviour that she would want an apology from the horse's mouth so to speak which he knew that Hermione would never do. In fact, when he came to think about it he wasn't sure if Hermione knew about his relationship with Katie which would explain why she didn't let Katie near him.

I've beaten Voldemort, Dementor's, Basilisk but dealing with these girls may be my biggest challenge.

This is going to be interesting.

Author's Notes:

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Spoiler if you plan on re-reading the previous chapters:

Harry hears Krum saying some unwelcome things about Hermione.

Harry uses a spell that turns Krum into a Christmas Tree.