Chapter Twelve:
Harry bid Hermione goodnight and stood to chat with Neville and Seamus in the common room. He was hoping Ron would slip in but there was no sign of him. Around ten after the hour a prefect forced them up the stairs.
There was no sign of Ron or Dean, but Dean's bed curtains were pulled closed. Harry, Seamus, and Neville disrobed and then Seamus and Neville headed to the bathroom to shower.
"Come on out, Ginny, it's just me," Harry said I'm a hushed voice. The bed curtains around Dean's bed bristed opened and out flopped Ginny. Her bottoms were back in place but she needed a bit of time to readjust her top.
"You're lucky Ron's late!" Harry scolded. "Go on then, take this." He had produced his cloak of invisibility from his school trunk.
"Right, thanks Harry, " Ginny muttered, failing to hide her embarrassment. Dean was sheepishly getting re-dressed himself in the corner.
"Just ball your dress up and carry it under the cloak." Ginny picked up her dress and shoes and Harry threw the cloak over her. "Right, now get out of here," he laughed.
A moment later the door flew open and a seventh year prefect stepped into the dorm. Harry saw Ginny's foot as the cloak billowed around her and she snuck out the door past him.
"Curfew check," the boy said grumpily. "There's five of you, where are the other fourth years?"
"Neville and Seamus are brushing their teeth," Dean offered, his eyes flicking to Harry. Dean was a poor liar and didn't know what to say about Ron.
"And Ron's in the shower,"Harry said, loudly enough for Neville and Seamus to hear.
"I don't hear the sh… nevermind," the boy said. Seamus, having heard Harry, had reached into the shower and started the water to cover for Ron. The perfect popped his head into the bathroom. Having seen the two who were in there, he chose not to invade the non existent Ron's privacy by actually checking he was there. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when the perfect left.
"You owe me one," Harry rounded on Dean.
"Yeah, Harry, I reckon I do," Dean laughed. "Can you imagine if Ginny was found up here?"
"Can you imagine if Ron had found her in here?" Harry half shouted. "You'd be dead."
Harry briefly considered teaching him the Leviarte spell, but didn't fancy actually helping Dean find more alone time with Ginny. He had no right to be jealous, but he wasn't going to be happy about it either. He did his best to see the situation neutrally.
"Where do you reckon Ron is, anyway?" Dean asked.
"Krums bed I expect," Harry half joked. "You saw how chummy they were at the ball." Dean burst into laughter.
Harry waited until everyone had showered and gone to bed before checking the Marauders Map for Ron. He checked the Durmstrang dorms first, half expecting Ron to actually be in Victor's bed. By Harry's estimation, he figured Victor might like men as well as women. He wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way about Victor. It was just the vibe the Bulgarian beater gave off.
In addition, Harry had long thought that Ron might like men as well as women. Ron had once shared with Harry that his older brother Charlie was bisexual and then quickly asked Harry what he thought about two men together. Harry had of course said it didn't matter to him one way or another. This encounter, however, was the reason he thought Ron was also bisexual, or at least curious about it.
He didn't find Victor or Ron in the Durmstrang dorms. His eyes were already close to the Beauxbatons dorms, and Harry absentmindedly checked Fleur's room. He watched as the dot marked Fleur moved across the bed towards the dot marked Hermione. A dot marked Harry moved into position behind her.
With a blush, Harry turned his attention to the Slytherin dorms. The first thing he noticed out of place was Pansy Parkinson in the boys' dorm surrounded by Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle. Harry shuddered before moving his eyes over to the girl's dorm.
To Harry's surprise, Victor, Daphne, Tracey, and Ron were all on the same bed. Harry had thought his night had been wild considering he'd had a three-way… meanwhile, Ron was having a four-way and Malfoy was having a fucking gang bang.
Ron's dot was overlapping Tracey's and Victor's dot was closest to Daphne's, though Harry watched as Daphne and Ron switched places such that now Victor and Ron's dots were overlapping. Not wanting to think too hard about Ron making love to Victor, Harry closed the map and rolled over, ready for sleep.
…
The following morning Harry discreetly retrieved the cloak in the common room from a very thankful Ginny. He went back up to his dorm to check on Ron on the map. He was still in the Slytherin dorm. Victor had left and Ron was in Tracey's bed with her. The dots were not moving so they must be asleep. Deciding to do all he could to help Ron out, Harry made his way to the Slytherin common room under the cloak. He was going to wait for Ron to wake up and smuggle him back up to Gryffindor tower.
Luckily he didn't have to wait long. Ron came out of the Slytherin dorms about a minute after Harry got there.
"Ron, under here!" Harry hissed. Ron got under the cloak and not a moment too soon. Moments later, Snape walked past while a cowering Harry and Ron budged up against the corridor wall under the cloak.
"Blimey, mate, you saved my arse," Ron whispered as they made their way back up the stairs.
"I saved it last night too," Harry said. "The perfects did bed checks. Seamus and I convinced them you were in the shower. Ron, that was fucking stupid… and I couldn't be more proud of you. A four-way with Victor Krum? You're mental… absolutely mental!"
"Trace and Daph said I could talk about it with you but no one else," Ron smirked.
"Go on then, brag a bit," Harry laughed.
"Harry, I… I shagged Tracey and then Daphne and then Tracey again. Victor knew this spell to increase blood flow and make you hard again really fast. It was bloody brilliant! Daph and Trace are bisexual by the way. They hook up with each other all the time. You, er, you don't have a problem with gays or bisexuals, right?"
"Ron, we've had this discussion before. At the time we were talking about Charlie but I feel the same about it if we're talking about you. I won't think of you any differently if you like men. You have barely mentioned Victor. Did you get any time with him or just the girls?" Harry of course knew the answer due to seeing Ron's and Victor's names overlap on the map last night.
Ron looked a bit surprised that Harry knew he was talking about himself. Nervously, Ron continued. "Well alright then… I let Victor… er… Harry, do you know what the prostate is?"
"Yes, Ron, I do. How was he? Good I hope."
"Harry, he was outstanding! I can't stop thinking about him! My arse is sore, but like… in a good way? I can't explain it…"
"Well good for you," Harry said. He was fairly certain he wasn't interested in men or prostate stimulation but was happy for Ron regardless.
…
Dean and Ginny's relationship didn't last long. She dumped him halfway through January. Ginny later told Harry that Dean had been entirely too interested in being physical and didn't want to do much else with her. She said she wants a friend and a lover, not just a lover. Harry didn't mind. It meant he had one of his girls back. He was further pleased when Ginny said she and Dean hadn't had intercourse. Now that Dean was out of the picture, Harry was also happy to resume hanging out with Ginny most days after quidditch.
Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw by seventy points, putting them firmly in the lead for the quidditch cup. After a raucous party, Ginny dragged Harry out of the tower and into a broom cupboard in the seventh floor.
"I still owe you a blowjob if I remember correctly* Ginny smiled, pulling his pants down and beginning to stroke his cock as they kissed.
"Don't think for a moment I won't be reciprocating, Gin," Harry smiled, sliding a hand under her waistband and teasing her as well."
"Harry, part of why I left Dean is because I want you to be my first shag… but I'm not ready yet," Ginny whispered. "Please don't be mad."
"I won't ever pressure you, Ginny, and I won't be taking your virginity in a broom cupboard either," Harry laughed.
"Thank you, Harry," Ginny sighed, pressing her body into his. "You first, Harry… then me." Ginny got to her knees and began to fidget with his belt and quidditch uniform to get them out of her way. Harry helped her and a moment later his cock was out and at attention.
"Oh, wow that's good," Harry smiled as Ginny took him quickly and deeply into her mouth. "So, why a cupboard today, Gin?"
"Didn't want – *gluck gluck* – any more – * gluck gluck gluck* – close calls," she said between long, deep sucks.
Ginny was better at felatio than Fleur despite Fleur's age and experience. Harry marveled at her skill and persistence.
"Get ready," he grunted. Ginny locked eyes with Harry. Her mouth was busy but her eyes were smiling back up at him.
"Mhmm," she said back, unable to say much more with her mouth full. Harry bit his lip and a low moan escaped his lips as he shot his seed in the back of Ginny's throat.
"Rise," he ordered, helping her to her feet. Ginny complied quickly.
"Was it good Har–oh!" Harry had whipped her around and pressed her into the wall. Despite the natural exhaustion and desire to collapse that accompanied s man's orgasm, Harry powered through and gave all his energy and attention to Ginny instead.
He held her in place at the shoulder with one hand and traced his finger along the front of her underwear with the other. After a bit, he returned his hand to the inside of her waistband and wasted no time inserting his finger deep into her pussy.
"Harry… can you put your hand… here?" Harry had expected her to grab the hand he was using to pleasure her and adjust his angle or position, but instead she grabbed the hand he was using to pin her to the wall by her shoulder. She repositioned it so his fingers were wrapped around her neck.
"That's a nice necklace," he smirked, giving her a gentle squeeze from the sides. He recalled George saying once that some girls like to be choked but to do so my squeezing the sides of her neck, not pressing the front. You want to obstruct the flow of blood slightly, not their airway.
Harry laughed internally when he realized how much sexual advice he'd gotten from the twins, only for him to turn around and use everything they ever said on their sister. Externally, this presented as a smirk of satisfaction that drove Ginny wild.
"Oh my gods, Harry… I'm yours! That's so good, don't stop!" Harry alternated between simply resting his hand on her neck and actually applying pressure to the sides of her neck every twenty seconds or so. The rhythm and pace he set with his other hand remains steady. Ginny's moans grew and grew and it took about twenty minutes of teasing and toying before he finally got her to achieve orgasm. Harry didn't mind that it has taken a while. All the while he maintained eye contact with her as if willing her to reach her climax. He'd enjoyed every second of it along with every single look she gave him. His favorite face she made was why her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
This time, when Ginny reached her peak, she grabbed Harry's wrist firmly as if she was wordlessly asking him to keep his curled finger exactly right there and not move it an inch. Her walls tightened and spasmed around his finger and a moment later she collapsed into him. Extracting his hand from her pants, Harry caught her in both arms and held her close. Though still weak himself from his own powerful orgasm, he held her up with intent. After about a minute of her panting, he began to stroke her hair. Another minute later, Ginny finally found her strength and put her weight back on her feet.
"Harry! That was… that was…" unable to find a powerful enough word to describe how good it had been, Ginny opted instead to pull him tightly into a proper hug and plant a kiss on his neck.
"Harry, I'm yours," Ginny said softly into his neck. "I'll wait as long as it takes until you're ready to call me your girlfriend… if that's still something you think you want…"
"I'm very happy with how our friendship has grown this year, Gin. I love this physical component too of course. I'm still not ready as I still feel I barely even know who I am. How can I give myself to you if I don't know who I am? But yes, Ginny. I can still see us together some day. Maybe… maybe in a year or two?"
"I'm looking forward to it, Harry," Ginny grinned. "Come on, let's get out of here before my brothers notice we're gone."
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The next two months were bliss for Harry. His classes were going well. He had intimate relations with Hermione, Ginny, or Fleur almost every day. He was even helping Fleur practice her underwater dueling and maneuvering four times a week. Life was good. Harry's only complaint was that he barely saw Ron anymore. Ron seemed to be spending all his time outside of classes with Tracey, Daphne, and Victor. Harry didn't have room to complain. He spent all his free time on Fleur and quidditch after all. He did miss kissing Daphne. Harry wasn't sure if she was actually dating Victor. All he knew is she had stopped taking him to the cupboard, which didn't really bother him
The evening before the second task Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sharing a couch by the fireplace in the common room. Victor and Fleur had gone to bed early to prepare for tomorrow's event, so Harry and Ron had gone up to Gryffindor tower earlier than usual. Hermione, who had been beginning to miss her best friends, was happy to see them. Harry was rereading a chapter in his Arithmancy book, Hermione and Ron were doing a Muggle Studies essay. Hermione was sat between the two boys, which was their normal configuration when seated on a couch.
"H… Harry," came a squeaky voice Harry recognized. He looked up to see Colin Creevey, looking nervous.
"Hi, Colin. What's up?" Harry asked kindly.
"The Headmaster wishes to see you in his office… you too, Ron," Colin said timidly.
"Shite," Ron muttered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Calm down, Ron. Did the Headmaster say what the reason was, Colin?" she asked.
Colin shook his head. "No clue. Sorry."
"That's okay. Thanks, Colin," Harry replied.
As they made their way there, Harry and Ron nervously discussed what they possibly could have done to warrant a trip to Dumbledore's office. The list was endless. The only thing they knew for certain was they must be in big trouble.
Upon arrival at the office, the gargoyle guarding its entrance sprang to the side and allowed them entrance. They climbed the stairs and were surprised to meet not Dumbledore but Tina Chang, who was apparently also waiting to see Dumbledore for some mysterious reason.
For a few minutes the three discussed what they possibly could have done to get in trouble. Dumbledore arrived a few minutes later along with the rest of the judges from the tournament. Dumbledore greeted the students kindly and everyone sat down. Ludo Bagman went on to recite the clue from the golden egg and then informed the three students that they were what each champion would miss the most.
Harry accepted quickly that he and Tina made sense as what Fleur and Cedric would miss the most. But how was it that Krum would miss Ron most? Harry would have expected Hermione if the judges had made the selections according to yule ball dates… or Daphne if current behaviors and routines were taken into account. Harry made a mental note to ask Ron if he was hiding details of his relationship with Krum, though now was not the time to ask.
Dumbledore explained the freezing enchantment he would be placing on them and that they would be quite safe even though they would be under the lake. Once that was made clear no one protested being a hostage for their champion for tomorrow's task.
Dumbledore had Tina stand and close her eyes and then he began to wave his wand around her, muttering an enchantment Harry didn't know. After a minute Tina sort of stiffened up and was frozen. Harry noticed by Ron's expression that he was looking apprehensive, so Harry volunteered to go next.
Harry stood and closed his eyes. He heard Dumbledore casting his spell, and then next thing he knew he was soaked. He felt like he was sinking and Fleur's voice could be heard over a crowd of cheers.
"'Arry! 'Arry, please wake up! Please be alright!" Harry opened his eyes and began to swim to support his own weight in the water. Fleur had her arm under his and she was in a full panic.
"Fleur, I'm fine. I'm okay. Gods, it's cold!" Harry replied.
"Oh, yes, of course. Hold on," came Fleur's reply. A moment later she casted the warming charm on him and he could feel his body again. During their months of practice in the water, they had never been cold while doing so. The warming charm has been a godsend.
Now that Harry didn't feel like he was dying, the two swam back to the dock and climbed out. Hermione had been allowed past the crowds… or perhaps she'd simply ignored Percy's protests and pushed him aside. She rushed forward along with Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, to give Harry and Fleur towels and hugs. Fleur and Gabrielle began conversing in rapid French.
"Oh Harry, I was so worried when you and Ron didn't come back!" Hermione bemoaned, wrapping him up in a towel and giving him a hug. "Ron's Victor's hostage, right?"
Harry nodded.
"Oh no! What if Victor doesn't find him in time? Oh no, oh no!" Hermione said, sounding more worried than Harry had ever heard her sound in the past.
"Hermione, Ron will be fine even if Victor never finds him. Dumbledore said the enchantment won't break until we are above the water."
"What!" Both Hermione and Fleur shouted in response. Fleur pushed her sister aside.
"Do you mean to tell me, 'arry, zat you were never in any real danger? By zee goddess! I sought eef I didn't find you zat you would be lost forever!"
"The clue on the egg certainly made it sound like that, didn't it," Harry replied. "No, I think the clue took a bit of poetic license to make the task sound s bit scarier than it really was. Where are the others? I'm assuming Victor hasn't returned with Ron yet or you wouldn't have asked, right Hermione?
"That's right," Hermione responded. "The task is set to take place in under an hour. Fleur made it back in just twenty eight minutes."
"Spanks to our training sessions in zee water, non?" Fleur smiled at Harry.
"Are you not freezing? Both of you in the medical tent, now!" came the shrill voice of a very upset Madam Pomfrey. "An underwater task in February! The absurdity of it all!"
"We're fine, Madam Pomfrey," Harry responded. "We learned a waking charm once we learned the taste would be underwater. Hey, where's my wand? Oh, shit, did it fall out of my pocket in the lake? I had it in Dumbledore's office last night…"
"Professor Dumbledore has your wand along with Ron's and Chang's wands," came Percy's voice from over Madam Pomfrey's head. "Miss Granger, Miss Delecor, I really must have the two of you return to the stands," he added, reaching to grab both Heione and Gabrielle by the shoulders.
"'Ands off my seester and 'Ermione, Monsieur Weasley, eef you want to keep your hands attached to your wrist!" Fleur shouted out, drawing her wand and pointing it at Percy.
"Good heaven! There is no need for that, Miss Delecor. Alright, fine!" And Percy stormed off.
"The medical tent! Now!" Madam Pomfrey repeated forcefully. "You may be warm but you both need a full check up. Miss Delecor, what happened to your neck?"
"Zee Grindylows. Zey attacked. But I was prepared," she said simply. For the first time, Harry got a look at Fleur's neck and noticed the gash's there. She's been clawed all over, but it was worst there on her neck.
Harry and Fleur were finally ushered away to the medical tent where they were inspected by Madam Pomfrey. Fleur was treated for her injuries and they both