Now for our first side story of this Cartoon Quidditch World Cup, taking place right after the match at Twickenham Stadium between Canada and France.

Though Canada got ahead early, France dominated the rest of the way, capping it off with a 185-10 victory that ties them with Finland for the lead in Group B. Throughout the rest of the day afterwards, the team has been out and about all over the place throughout London; sightseeing, getting some food to eat, and occasionally being mobbed by avid French fans voicing their support for them, as well as overzealous native British fans taunting them mercilessly...

...but none of that is relevant. This chapter really starts that evening, when Sam, Clover, Alex, Aelita Stones, Ulrich Stern, Yumi Ishiyama and Sissi Delmas all arrive back at their hotel just a few blocks away from Twickenham Stadium;

"You know," Sam says to Clover and Alex, "I never did bring up how much better the three of us have been since this Cup started."

"Totally!" beams Clover. "Hey, Sissi! You'd better watch your backs, because next season, the Veela are comin' for ya!"

"Please!" Sissi scoffs. "There's no way the Sphinxes are gonna lose to you or those two other French teams that are joining the league. We'll be ALWAYS be the top dogs in Europe!"

"Yeah, 'cause you showed last season that you're defintely not the top dogs in the world," Alex scoffs.

"Oh, shut up!" snaps Sissi.

"Hey, girls!"

Those words come from the other end of the hall, echoing as if they were inside one of the several giant stadiums in the city of London. They are the voices of Jeremy Belpois and William Dunbar; while not picked for the French national team, they are star players for the Marseille Sphinxes, as well as the boyfriends of Aelita Stones and Sissi Delmas, respectively, so naturally, they crossed the English channel with the rest of the team to cheer them on and support their girlfriends.

Enthusiastically, Aelita and Sissi dash up to Jeremy and William and smother them in near-bone-crushing hugs, suffocating them with hard kisses and making them both practically beg to be released.

"Aw, c'mon, Aelita!" Jeremy blushes. "It's not like we've been apart for that long."

"I know," Aelita shrugs, "but I've just been so excited ever since we won!"

"Yeah, we saw," affirms William. "Great job, all of you... uh, especially you, Sissi!"

"Oh, you!" blushes Sissi. And with that, as Sissi plants another hard kiss on William's lips, the rest of the team say their goodnights and retire into their separate hotel rooms.

The focus from here on out will be on Sissi and William. Something about their reunion after the match seems to have ignited some sort of spark in them both; from the moment they've shut the door, they've been making out and swapping tongues like mad, and it looks as if clothes are going to start being shed at any moment...

"William, wait!" Sissi breaks in as they break off. "I think we're going too fast."

"Whaddya mean, 'going too fast?!'"

"Well," Sissi says uneasily, "this just reminded me of something I overheard..."

*cue flashback*

It is right after France's victory against Canada. Everyone is showering up, all together in the same showers; except Ulrich, the only guy on the team. As Sissi washes herself off a ways from the others, she can't help but hear them chatting;

"So, Yumi," Sam asks. "How are things with you and Ulrich?"

"I think what she's trying to say," Clover prys, "is when are you gonna consummate the thing, already?"

"Yeah, you two've been together for, like, how long?" adds Alex.

"You girls don't get it!" Yumi snaps at them. "Our school doesn't take too kindly to that sort of thing."

"Oh, whatever, like they'd know!" Clover scoffs.

"You still don't get it!" Yumi snaps again. "Sissi's dad's the principal!"

"Ohhh..."

"Yeah; the very thought of teenage sex is, like, abhorrent to him. He's the one who turned our sex-ed program into abstinence-only, which I think is total BS, but anyway, he himself has told us that he'd personally expel any teenage fathers, including Ulrich and William. Especially William, since he's with Sissi."

"Well that right there is what I call BS!" Alex rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, hasn't he ever heard of condom?" wonders Sam.

With that, as the rest of the girls continue to debate said issue, Sissi slips quietly out of the shower to go change...

*End flashback*

"And to think that we both actually had crushes on those two jokers!" William laughs.

"But still, they're right." Sissi points out. "I almost hate Daddy, you know? I'm like, 14 years old, and yet he still treats me like I'm half that age, telling me who I should and shouldn't date; honestly, he might as well put me in an arranged marriage, if that's how he feels."

"But I thought you liked it when your dad spoiled you," William replies awkwardly.

"Well not like this!" Sissi exclaims. "And besides, you know damn well that he doesn't approve of you and me. Doesn't he know that all rebels are criminals? And that doesn't give him the right to try and unjustly kick you out, either. Really, you're much more sweet than he'd led to believe. You know that?"

"Well..." William blushes, at a loss for words. "But... if we can't, you know, then what can we do?"

"Hmm..." Sissi intones, thinking, until she can come up with no other solutions. "Well... you could see my breasts - if you want."

"Wait, but wouldn't that-"

"I promise we won't take off any more clothes than that, sweetie," Sissi croons. "Now do ya wanna see my jugs, or what?"

"Uh... OK," William blushes as Sissi slips off her pink T-shirt and unties her pink bra.

And William sees them. Two C-cup breasts; a very impressive size for someone only 14 years of age. At a loss for words, William simply stares intently, not sure of what else he can get away with doing.

"Alright, you know the deal," Sissi says. "Lose the shirt, now."

"But I don't look good shirtless!"

"You're still beautiful to me, now lose the shirt!"

William sighs, still certain that he does not look good without clothes on, and then, albeit really nervously, drops off his black leather jacket and, after taking a deep breath, slips off his black T-shirt.

"Mmm, you've got a pretty body!" Sissi marvels.

And sure enough, while William is far from being a bulky Schwarzenegger-esque musclehead, he still has just-noticeable pecs and abs for Sissi to fawn over. "Uh... thanks," William blushes, sweating nervously as Sissi ravenously fondles his muscles with her hands, practically drooling over the sensation of their firmness.

"Now c'mon, touch mine!" Sissi urges as she pulls William's hands into her chest. William blushes harder than ever, now. Sissi's chest, for him, has a weird, but somewhat arousing, sensation to its touch as he awkwardly squeezes and jiggles both breasts in his hands.

"Uh, well I guess they do feel nice," William awkwardly giggles.

"Oh, stop being so nervous," Sissi coaxes as she sits down on the bed. "Here, sit on my lap."

"On your lap?"

"OK, fine, sit beside me," Sissi relents. "Just so long as your comfortable."

"Alright," replies William, his face bestowing a grin as he plops down on the bed beside his girl.

"I love you, William!" coos Sissi as she sling an arm around William's bare, toned body and pecks him on the lips.

"I love you too, Sissi," smiles William. Now freed from his earlier unsettled state of mind, William now props himself onto Sissi's lap, wrapping both his arms and legs around her. The rest of their night is spent like this, with the two of them sweetly kissing each other, tongues and all, caressing each other's smooth, toned bodies, too absorbed in this euphoria to bother with sleep; which might not be a good idea, as France's next match, which is against Finland, is tomorrow...