Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
There will be a minor lemon in this chapter. Nothing very graphic. This will be the lemoniest this story will get now or in the future.
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Chapter 709 Feb 24
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This time on Duel of Fate: The U14 Tournament in Naples, Italy.
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April 8 ,1995London, England
Harry pulled his bag up on his shoulder before grabbing Hannah's bag. Susan was giving him an encouraging smile. Hannah gave him a kiss on his chin. "It's going to be alright," Hannah assured him. "Auntie Ami is nice and I like Grace Hall."
"I want you to come live with us, Harry," Susan said.
He couldn't deny how nervous he was. For years he had hoped someone would come and take him home. He had dreamed of leaving the orphanage. Now he might. It scared him this would be some cruel prank. For the last week he had felt between a panic attack and extremely happy. "Are you sure?"
"Auntie wouldn't have agreed if she didn't mean it," Susan assured him.
Harry ran a hand through his hair. A sure sign he was nervous. Hannah hugged him, her mouth touching his ear as she spoke. The feel sent a pleasant shiver through his body, what she said had him grow in his trousers. "I can also sleep over any time. Susan and I don't like heavy clothes to sleep in."
Harry grinned and Susan giggled. "Did you just tell him he could see your knickers?"
"If he's a good boy," Hannah said, giving Susan a wink.
Susan grinned at Harry's broad grin. "If Hannah wasn't my cousin, you might have competition, Potter."
Harry winked back. "You're always welcome to join."
"HARRY!" Hannah chastised, hitting his arm.
Susan sized him up before looking to Hannah. "He's not bad looking."
Hannah rolled her eyes. "I love you, Susie, but not that way."
"Too bad," Susan said with a huge smile as she followed them out. Harry thought Susan was a beauty, but he liked his blonde just a little more.
Walking off the train, Harry looked for Madam Bones and Hannah's mother and younger brother. He had met her family a few times on the platform. Hannah took his free hand. "I see them over there," she told him, pulling him in the opposite direction of where he had been looking towards the muggle exit. It wasn't hard to find Madam Bones. She was wearing her monocle today and had a presence about her that caught the attention of everyone around her. Next to her, she was talking to a woman that looked like a twenty-year older model of Hannah. The woman had the same colour eyes, remarkably similar proportions to her daughter with slightly darker blonde hair that the honey blonde of Hannah. A boy of about eight was playing with a toy broom. He had the blue eyes of his mother and sister, but short sandy hair and a larger nose. Harry assumed he looked more like their father.
A third adult, a man with a paunch belly and messy black hair was talking with them. He excused himself when the woman noticed their daughters.
Harry hoped he wouldn't be that way when he got older. Compared to the other boys in his dorm, Harry liked how hard and fit he was. He didn't want to lose that. The way Hannah's hands ran hot patterns over his chest and belly when they snogged had him thinking she liked his body as well. Harry knew he enjoyed hers.
"Here they are," Madam Bones said. Susan moved to hug her aunt while Hannah did the same with her family. Mrs Abbott turned to him once she hugged her daughter. "So, this is the boyfriend?"
"This is the boyfriend," Susan agreed. "He treats her pretty well, Auntie Rose."
"I've decided to keep him," Hannah affirmed.
Harry felt nervous when he went to hold his hand out to Mrs Abbott. "Hello, Misses Abbott. I swear I treat Hannah well."
The woman laughed, moving to pull him into a hug. "No Misses Abbott. Rose, Rosemary or Aunt Rose. I feel like I already know you with how much Hannah and Susan have talked about you over the years."
Harry was shocked, awkwardly returning the hug. Hannah gave him a huge smile at his confused look.
"Yes, I must agree. Though, Hannah has been smitten with him since that first Christmas," Madam Bones said as Harry was released.
Hannah flushed a little. "I have not."
"Have too," Susan teased.
"I have not!"
"You're cute when you're flustered," Harry said, kissing her cheek. He was trying to get the attention off himself.
"Prat," Hannah huffed as she turned even redder as most around them laughed at her.
"If you don't keep him, Ami, I will. Only Susie has gotten Hannah that red. If you want, Ami has invited us over for dinner tonight so I can get to know Harry better," Rose offered.
"I love going to Auntie Ami's!" the boy yelled.
"Harry, this is Paul, Hannah's brother," her mother said.
Paul looked up to him. "Hey. Hannah says you don't like quidditch?"
"Not really. Why?" Harry answered the boy.
He was definitely more outgoing than Hannah. "You have to like Quidditch. Mum took me to a game last month. Portree was at Wimborne and the Wasps won. You should have seen how the Seeker flew."
Hannah looked annoyed while the two ladies laughed. "Don't get him going," Hannah warned him.
"Not a fan," Harry said.
The look on her brother's face was the same determined look Hermione got when she was ready to convince you of something. "Quidditch is great! I'm going to be a chaser. Mum just bought me a Stargazer 100 for Christmas. It's not really as fast as a normal broom is, but once I make a House team at Hogwarts, my mum says she'll get me a real broom. Do you know what the chasers do?"
Harry gave Hannah a look that said 'save me' as Paul pulled him away. Hannah gave him a sympathetic look in reply while Susan sniggered.
"We're going to go eat at Auntie Ami's tonight, if you want," Hannah's mum replied.
"Will I get my boyfriend back?" Hannah asked, following the two boys.
"Most likely not. I hope you already kissed him goodbye," Auntie Ami told her.
"Hannah's going to be mopy now. She gets that way if she can't kiss him every ten minutes," Susie informed their aunts.
"I do not!" Hannah exclaimed, making the females all laugh, especially when Harry looked back at them, looking like he wanted to be saved from the eight-year-old.
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April 15, 1995Naples, Italy
Harry walked along the side of the duelling platform as he watched the young blonde girl move like a dancer as she dodged spells and casually returned a volley of colours that impressed Harry. Professor Flitwick and Sue were sitting on the side in the sunken pit that the teams and competitors were allowed to remain in between duels.
Harry had been impressed with Fleur in the tournament, only ending up third so far by luck. She had skill. Putting a dragon to sleep and saving her sister, then Krum from the kraken, had proven the French Champion was good. If Longbottom and Diggory hadn't out shown her in the first task, she would have been first. Fleur's sister was just as impressive. The slender blonde packed a punch, evident as a chain of bludgeoners and stunners hit her opponent, Alexia Sergey from Russia. The boy blocked the first bludgeoner, dodge two stunners but stumbled on a tricky tripping jinx that the boy missed. As he fell, a stunner hit him, spinning him around. While spinning, a weak bludgeoner hit him, and his limp body flew over the run and landed in a heap five feet off to the side. Luckily there were cushioning charms and others to prevent severe injury, but Harry knew Sergey would be feeling that.
"Winner by knock out, Miss Gabrielle Delacour, representing Beauxbatons and Madam LaBeouf," the referee called out in Italian. Harry understood because of the translation medallions. Once on the duelling run, it would have to come off.
"She's good," Sue said behind him.
"Very quick. Miss Delacour uses the natural enhanced reactions of her heritage to her advantage," Master Flitwick told them.
Gabrielle caught his eye before giving him a wink. He hoped Hannah wouldn't take that the wrong way, though it sure looked like Gabrielle was giving him a bit of a seductive smirk before turning to her master and walking off the run. Thinking of his own blonde, he turned to see her in the stands just a few rows up from where they were. She gave him an air kiss when she saw him, then flushed at whatever Susie said to her. Madam Bones, Rose, Hannah and Susan had all decided to come along. Paul was with their other aunt, Hannah's father's sister, for the weekend.
What caught his eye, and had him looking slightly unhappy, was a man with garish purple robes, a tall wizard's cap and long white beard.
"Master, Dumbledore is here," Harry told him.
Master Flitwick turned to look in the direction Harry was. Dumbledore saw them looking his way and nodded. They returned the greeting. Turning back to the platforms, Flitwick said, "He's never come to one of these competitions. He has taken a great interest in you, Potter."
"It's creepy," Sue commented, getting up and taking off the warmup jacket. Like most here, she wore a set of padded duelling armour. Dragon hide was not legal at this level. "I've seen him eyeing me lately too."
"Yes. You two are some of the best students I have had in years. Don't worry about it right now. Focus on your duels. Win. That is all I will ask of you," Master Flitwick told them.
"Duellists approach the run. Sue Li of Hogwarts and Master Flitwick to face Natalie Romanov of Romanovich and Mr Yuri," the referee called out.
"Good luck," Harry told her. It was looking highly likely he would have to go against her in the finals tomorrow. There were twelve more duels today, with Sue scheduled next, and Harry after her. If they both won, Harry would have to go against Sue in the bracket they were in.
"I don't need luck. I will win," Sue told him, going up the stairs to the duelling run.
"Pay attention. Romanov made it to number four at Christmas," Master Flitwick told him.
Harry gave one more furtive look to Hannah, who had her head with Susan's, looking like they were whispering something conspiratorial.
The match went for almost ten minutes. It was an open format tournament this time, only ending in a disarm, knock out or leaving the duelling area. Both girls were quick, but it soon became apparent that Sue had the advantage once she started to use Goobnarg. Romanov obviously didn't understand the goblin language. It still didn't meant Romanov wasn't good. Sue was tagged a few times with cutting curses and even a small fire whip. Sue was able to win by freezing the girl to the run after tripping her up. Harry watched as Sue blasted her down the length of the run, upset at the blood running down her face. Romanov didn't do anything illegal, but it was border line.
Harry nodded as Romanov rolled over then came to a stop in a crumpled heap. Sue flicked her wand and the other girl's wand flew to his teammate.
"Winner by disarming, Sue Li of Hogwarts and Master Flitwick," the referee said.
Sue stood tall, saluted the referee, then limped off the run as Romanov's coach rushed onto the run with a Healer.
Walking off the stage, Flitwick met her with another Healer. "The bint was trying to kill me," Sue growled as she was gently put into a chair.
"Romanov is known to have a bad temper when she starts losing," Flitwick said. "Will she be able to compete?"
The Healer huffed. "There isn't anything that I can't heal right now, but that burn will require some cream for the next few days unless Miss Li wants a scar. Children shouldn't be fighting like this is a professional match."
Flitwick shook his head. "That was no professional match. The wards don't allow as much damage as the professionals. Harry, you are up after this match. I want you ready."
"Yes, sir," Harry said, starting to stretch out.
He watched the match but didn't find either of them that memorable. They were in the bracket below Sue and him, so weren't really of interest.
When he was called, Harry stood tall. "Harry Potter of Hogwarts and Master Flitwick to challenge Terrence Turino of Milan Academy and Master Esposito," the referee called out. Taking in a deep breath, Harry cleared his emotions. Emotions were good, even needed for some magic, but they could compromise your thinking. Walking up the stairs, he saw the tall boy of fifteen on the other side of the platform.
"Bow to your competitor," the referee said. Harry pulled his wand up to his face and then swiped it down before giving a small bow from his waist. The brown hair boy across from him did the same. There was a cockiness to the look Harry got that had him wanting to wipe it off this boy's face.
"Potter, to the blue. Turino to the red." Harry turned to his left to go to the blue starting area. He had to drop his translator as he stepped onto the platform. Stepping onto the platform, he could hear people cheering or talking. He looked down. It was twenty meters long, two and a half meters wide and made of a dark wood with lines to mark the centre of the run. Harry had spent so many hours on a platform like this he could tell where he was just by how much he moved.
"A te segno."
Harry stepped up to the line. It would start them fifteen meters apart.
"Prendi la tua posizione."
Harry had his wand to his side. It was not a strong way to start, but he wasn't planning to be here for long. His opponent took up a stance that looked more like a fencer than a man with a wand. He could tell Turino would be aggressive.
"Sulle mie scintille."
Harry dug his heels in, his body tensing as he readied himself to move.
Red sparks shot out of the Referee's wand. Harry stepped the side, his wand coming up to cast a shield on his left. It was a dual shield. Turino muttered out a string of banishers, a tripping jinx and a rope spell. Harry angled his shield to intercept them all. The boy opened with a relatively standard mix. Harry spun his wand, his left hand out to hold the shield with the magic he was projecting. A stream of water came out of his wand in his right hand. Harry swung it out as Turino started his second spell chain. The water stream shot out around his shield. Turino interrupted his chain, frantic trying to shield himself.
"Glacius Malleo," Harry muttered. The stream of water turned into a hammer that was six inches across and two feet long. The boy's eyes grew large, having used a magical shield, not a physical shield. Harry didn't wait. He dropped his shield. Jabbing his wand, he sent out a shield breaker before swishing his wand down the side. The ice hammer hit the shield, breaking a little, but catching the Italian boy in the shoulder, causing the boy to spin and land heavily on his front. Harry's swiping wand kicked up the water on the platform. He transformed it into a wolf before Turino could pick himself up. The boy rolled, as though in pain. Harry may have been a little more brutal than he needed to be, but he had been taught to strike fast and hard. It was nothing that would be life threatening, or anything he wouldn't be able to walk from tomorrow, but Turino had seriously harmed the smaller boy he had fought earlier today. This was just repayment.
By the time Turino had rolled over, the wolf was already growling over the boy's head.
"I wouldn't move if I was you," Harry told him.
The boy looked up. Harry was just over the wolf. Kneeling, he knew almost every eye was on him. Harry moved so that only Turino and the referee could hear him. "No clue if you understand English, but I will tell you this once. If you dare to beat up another competitor like you did earlier, just because you can, I'll make you suffer more. Now, are you going to throw your wand down or do I need to make you?"
The wolf snapped its jaws and the boy looked very scared. His wand dropped out of his hand.
"Good decision," Harry said.
The referee called out, "Winner! Harry Potter of Hogwarts and Master Flitwick."
Harry stood tall, bowing to the Referee and then the crowd.
Walking off the platform, the wolf was trotting next to him. Sue was looking at him like she couldn't believe what just happened. The wolf rushed over to her, licking her hand and she moved to pet the transfigured animal. "What the bloody hell was that!"
"He beat that boy earlier because he could. I gave him a warning of what would happen if he did that again."
Sue shook her head. "Bloody hell, Harry. If you did that to me in practice I would never win."
Master Flitwick gave him a nod that said he accepted Harry's display. "Next time, you need to play with them more. You won but will not be scored high for having a match that lasted less than a minute."
Harry shrugged. "You always say to end it quickly."
Flitwick looked exasperated. "In a fight, yes. In a duel, you are supposed to put on the show. You and Sue will be competing against each other in three more matches."
"Bloody hell. I should just forfeit now," Sue said, still looking at Harry like she was just really seeing him for the first time. The wolf barked.
"I like you, Sue. I'll give you a good duel," Harry told her.
Sue looked dubiously at him.
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Later that day...Naples, Italy
Sue leaned back in her chair as they sat at the dinner table of the inn. She had a bag of ice on her head.
"You know that you could take a pain reliever," Susan pointed out.
"I will before bed. Teaches me not to underestimate the dick over there," Sue said with a glare towards Harry.
Harry shrugged. "You said you didn't want me to hold back. I hadn't expected that conjured rock to hit you in the head. It was supposed to hit you in the stomach," Harry told her in-between enjoying the stew and oaty bread with it. He was hungry.
Hannah had a hand on his leg, rubbing up and down from time to time. It was incredibly distracting.
Sue stuck her tongue out. "You still didn't need to play with me so long. Master Flitwick says we should end things quickly to avoid mistakes."
"The long match also brought up the points for both of you, securing you a wildcard slot tomorrow," Professor Flitwick commented.
"That was some impressive duelling for your ages. I don't remember the youth divisions being so competitive," Amelia commented.
"I must say I was very impressed. What was that wind spell you used in your first match, Harry?" Rose questioned.
Sue huffed. "It's a Potter specialty. He pushes the molecules in the air instead of conjuring it."
"Is that why it went through that shield," Susan asked.
"Most competitors us a normal Protego because it is less taxing and easier to maintain. Conjuring and transfiguration isn't often used because it is time consuming, and again, it can be taxing if you do it too often, especially since you are most often channelling more magic to speed up the transfiguration," Harry explained.
Amelia nodded. "That is an advanced concept that most Auror trainees struggle with. Then there is the fact that a wizard capable of using transfiguration in a duel means they are in control of the match enough to gain the time to accomplish such feats."
Hannah had a broad smile as she leaned over and kissed Harry's cheek. "You did brilliantly."
Harry felt a little embarrassed at the praise. "Thank you."
Hannah moved so her mouth was just over his ear as the others started to talk about what Sue and him should be paying attention to tomorrow. Her hand came dangerously close to a dangerous area that had blood rushing to certain parts. She seemed about ready to whisper something to him when a rather sultry voice came from behind him.
"Good evening, Harry," Fleur Delacour greeted them.
Hannah growled. Turning around, he saw Fleur and Gabrielle. Gabrielle's cheeks were a little flush and wouldn't meet his eyes at first. "Hello, ladies. You did very well out there today, Gabrielle."
Gabrielle's cheeks flushed a little more and she looked up. "Merci. I would have to say that you were far more impressive. Your last match was more like watching a professional duellist. I only hope I can match up against you tomorrow."
"I am more than sure you can hold your own," Fleur stated.
"His wand was fast and powerful," Gabrielle countered.
"Yes, it did spit with power. Oui?" Fleur put to them.
"Non. It was a hose of power," Gabrielle stated.
"A wand like that would need a firm hand to control, non?" Fleur said, giving Harry a hungry look.
The sisters kept going, not letting anyone get another word in. "Oui. Perhaps more than one hand. It is a little long for most wizards."
"Oh, it is. Most are an inch or two shorter, many more," Fleur agreed.
"It might need some cleaning after those matches as well. A good wand polishing is always good after a match," Gabrielle added.
"Oui. Oui. A good wand polishing. Perhaps he could use some help?" Fleur suggested.
Susan was sitting there flabbergasted at what the girls were saying... not to mention her glazed eyes to see the girls. Hannah was clutching his leg painfully as Harry tried to ignore the niggling on his occlumency shields as they continued to talk. As they did, Gabrielle moved in a way that emphasized her growing bosom, while Fleur bent down so that the collar on her shirt dipped low. Harry tried not to look, but when she was at his eye level, he caught sight of her wonderful mounds. Even more eye opening was that she had no bra on.
Hannah's tight grasp was painful enough to yank his eyes away.
"I think I can help Harry polish his wand, thank you," Hannah said in a growl.
Fleur looked at her bemusedly. "Sometimes experience is needed to make sure a wand is properly taken care of."
"Oui. And sometimes the more hands are better," Gabrielle said.
"Your hands can polish my wand," Susan said in a dreamy voice. Harry felt like choking until he realized that Susan was looking at Gabrielle with a hungry glean to her eyes.
Gabrielle blinked, then looked to Susan. Susan, realizing that everyone was now looking at her, turned a violent shade of red. "I mean… you can just... you know... give it a once over... I mean... oh Merlin!"
Susan got up and left the table. It showed how good the friends were that they didn't laugh at the redhead. Hannah looked uncertain if she should go chase after her friend or stay to keep her claim on her boyfriend.
"Go. I have Harry. I think he can take care of his own wand for now. I also think there are rules against of age witches trying to sleep with those not of age yet? Master Flitwick, didn't you talk to us about those laws in the ICW?" Sue asked. It had appeared most of the adults had been looking at them. Master Flitwick looked to be schooling his face to reply.
"You are quite correct, Miss Li. There are also rules about competitors trying to influence other competitors, are there not, Miss Delacour? I feel your 'influence' is quite strong at the moment," Master Flitwick stated.
Fleur sniffed and held up her head. "I assure you, Master Flitwick, I am not a competitor, and I was not trying to influence your champion."
"Perhaps not, but your sister is, and you are her guardian here this weekend, are you not Miss Delacour," Amelia asked.
Fleur seemed to realise that she could be in real trouble. "Perhaps you are right, madam." Harry felt the foreign allure lessen significantly. "Gabrielle, we should return to our quarters to prepare for your competition tomorrow."
Gabrielle was still looking in the direction that Susan had run off too. She shook her head when Fleur nudged her. "Qoui?"
The sisters exchanged something in French before bidding farewell. Hannah kissed his cheek, finally letting go of her painful grasp on his leg. "I have to go take care of Susie."
"Yeah," Harry said, not realizing how much his occlumency had been fighting off the Veela's allure. Why the bloody hell did he like blondes so much! He was with Hannah and didn't want anyone else but looking down Fleur's shirt had been rather nice. He wondered if Hannah's were as nice. He had only gotten the courage enough to brush his hands against her chest in their heavier snogging sessions.
She kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you later."
When she left, Sue sniggered. "You sure you don't want another blonde? Both Delacours looked like they wanted to take you here on the table."
Harry gave her a nasty look. "I would never do something like that!"
Rose looked at Harry. "Harry, you must either like my daughter more than I thought or be made of steel. I've never been in the presence of veela before, but even I could feel it."
Master Flitwick frowned. "Yes. I think you should avoid the Delacours for the rest of the weekend. I will put up some alarm and distraction wards to keep them away from your room."
Harry shook his head. "I very much like Hannah, Rose."
"But you wouldn't mind another blonde, would you," Sue asked with a grin.
Harry threw a roll at her. "Shut it!"
"Manners, you two," Amelia told them, turning to see where her niece had run off too. She leaned over to her sister. "Rose, you don't think Susan?"
"I think very much," Rose replied.
"Filius, would you put the same wards up on Susan's room?" Amelia asked.
"I'll put them up on all our rooms. Once the veela have set their eyes on someone, it is a rare person to avoid them forever," Master Flitwick said.
"Well, bollocks," Harry swore. Sue chuckled as she turned back to her meal.
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Harry's room that night...Harry wanted to go to bed but was still a little too worked up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he had his wand out, the polish and the rag on the bedside table. He wouldn't deny that all the talks of polishing wands or having what amounted to three girls fighting over him hadn't gotten him worked up. The issue was, he was supposed to be focusing on the three matches he was to have tomorrow. The final qualifiers, which would consist of the top six and two wild cards, would start at ten in the morning. The U13 class, for those twelve and thirteen, was to start at eight and be over by ten. His division, the U14, for fourteen and advanced thirteen year olds, should be done by noon, and the U16 would start at one. Once he turned sixteen, he would have to compete Under Leagues before going professional. For now, he wanted to get to the top of the U14's.
Harry wanted to win, but he was wary. Albus Dumbledore, the man Master Flitwick had said never came to a match before, had stayed until Harry and Sue had gone. The man had been watching him closely. Far closer than Harry liked.
He was starting to go over the five matches he had had today in his head when a knock came at his door.
Getting up, he opened the door just a crack. He was a little worried that Fleur or Gabrielle would be there. When his eyes fell on golden hair, not light blonde hair, he smiled as he opened the door more. Hannah was in a pair of light sleeping bottoms and a light button up shirt that Harry immediately noticed her nipples poking at the material. He ran his eyes up to her blue eyes as quickly as he could, even though she had never seemed to mind when he looked her up before. Having been in the middle of getting ready for bed before he started to service his wand, Harry only had his night bottoms on. "Shouldn't you be asleep? It's after eleven," Harry said to her.
"I couldn't sleep. Can I come in?" Hannah asked.
Harry investigated the hallway. No one was around. "I assume you can. I don't hear any alarms."
She gave him a shy smile. "I overheard auntie and my mum. It should just keep those hussies away."
Harry quirked a brow, opening his door wide enough for her to come in. She slipped past him, brushing her front against his. Given the semi-excited state he had been in since dinner, he took in a sharp breath. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she did that on purpose. Not that he would complain if she had, but still...
"Hussies? I never got the impression that Fleur or Gabrielle were that way," Harry replied.
Hannah huffed. "And you didn't notice that the older one wasn't wearing a bra when she leaned over?"
Harry blushed. "I wasn't trying to look."
Hannah sat on his bed. "I get it. She wasn't really giving you much of a choice. I don't want to talk about this. Are you ready for tomorrow? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Harry shrugged. "Sometimes I get a little worked up the night before something big. I'll go to bed shortly. Why are you still up?"
"No reason," Hannah replied. "I just really wanted to see you."
Harry looked at her curiously. "We spent most of the evening together."
Hannah bit her lip. "I didn't really get to kiss you though."
Harry gave her a wry grin. "So, this is because I didn't kiss you enough?"
She nodded as she moved in, hers eyes closing and lips seeking his. Harry happily met her lips. Hannah usually started out soft and slow when they had a snogging session. Tonight, she immediately pressed her lips hard against his. She moved so that her mouth opened, and he met her. Her tongue was out, and he started to wrestle her tongue as she shifted to get closer. Harry turned so that her breasts were against his chest, not trapping his arm. Not that he minded it, but he liked feeling her stiff nipples poking at him through her shirt.
His left hand roamed up her leg, up the side of her shirt and 'accidentally' brushing the side of the breast as he moved his hand to cup her face and then put his hand into her thick golden hair. Hannah made a deep moan that shook her and had him hard in his jammies when his hand had brushed the side of her chest. It was some minutes before Hannah pulled back. They were both breathing hard. Harry had to shift at how he was straining in his pants to feel her moving across his chest.
"I'm your girlfriend, right?" she questioned.
Harry gave her a small smile. "Merlin, I would hope so if you want to kiss me like that."
She gave a sultry smile that sent an intense heat through him. "You find me attractive?"
"I think you beautiful," Harry amended.
She bit her lip again before pecking him. "I want to give you something for doing so well today."
Harry's smile didn't fall. "I haven't won yet," he said.
Her hands went to a button on her night shirt. He hadn't noticed that in their desperate bout of kissing that one or two other buttons had come undone, showing the top of her cleavage. His eyes widened as he really strained against his shorts. "Well, if you do, maybe I'll give you another reward," she told him, undoing one of the buttons.
Harry got a goofy smile. "Are you sure?"
Hannah pecked him again as she continued to undo her buttons. "Harry, I really like you. Maybe if you are good, you can touch too."
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April 16, 1995Naples, Italy
Even though Harry wasn't sure he slept much last night, he had certainly slept well when he finally did calm enough to fall asleep. Not really having the time, he just through some nice clothes on and made his way down to the dining room. They still had about three hours before the matches began, but Harry wanted to get a small practice in with Master Flitwick before they headed back to the arena.
As he walked out of his door, Hannah was opening hers. Harry gave her a brilliant smile. Last night had been brilliant. Hannah returned his smile. "Did you sleep well?" Hannah asked.
"After a bit," he replied. "Someone came in and got me all riled up."
Hannah gave him a seductive smile. "I could do it again tonight. I'm going to have a sleepover with Susan."
Harry gave her a grin, before feeling unsure. "Hannah, I can't ruin my chances with Madam Bones. I don't want to go back to the orphanage."
Hannah took his hand and squeezed it. She looked concerned now. "Harry, I know Auntie Amelia. If she offered, she's not going to go back on her word. She might be upset, and we may get into trouble, but she wouldn't throw you out."
Harry felt so uncertain. "Maybe. What is she going to think about the hickey on your neck?"
Hannah blushed a little. "Probably the same as the one on yours."
His eyes widened. "I don't, do I?"
"I see two," she said. "You marked me. Just fair I marked you."
He chuckled, giving her a soft peck before they walked into the dining room.
Their group all looked at them as they sat. The smirk on Susan's and Sue's face had him looking away. He had just put in his order when Master Flitwick cleared his throat. Harry looked to him. "Did the wards I put up to protect you from the two veela sisters not work last night?"
Harry looked at him a little lost. "They worked, Master Flitwick."
Madam Bones had a discerning eye towards them while Rose gave a questioning look to her daughter. Hannah flushed some.
"Then did a vampire get into your room?" Master Flitwick pressed. Susan and Sue were starting to giggle. Harry had just caught on and went to cover the one spot he knew felt a little sore.
"No. No vampire," Harry replied.
"Ah, I see," the diminutive man said. "I must be mistaken on how you got those bruises. I had assumed it was Miss Abbott about half past eleven last night that entered your room to save you? Perhaps you were both practicing on how to suck out their venom on your necks?"
Sue and Susan were starting to laugh now. Madam Bones had a smirk while her mother was clearing her throat. Hannah shrank in her chair. Harry slammed his head into the table in embarrassment. This caused Sue and Susan to laugh louder.
"I will have to instruct my apprentice that is not how you do it," Flitwick said.
"Kill me now," Harry muttered.
"Looks like good technique to me," Sue got out through gasps in her laughter.
Madam Bones gave a soft chuckle. "I don't think I will be teaching my Aurors that technique anytime soon."
"Auntie," Hannah groaned.
"I do hope that is the only spot with bruises," Hannah's mother said.
The blush on both their faces said it all. Harry wasn't sure, but the way Hannah sank lower into her chair, Harry had little doubt he had left others below her collar.
"Oh, come off it, Rose. You did worse at fifteen," Madam Bones said with a smirk.
"Like what?" Susan asked, very curious.
"Ask your aunt what the twenty-four club is," Madam Bones said.
They all looked to the older woman who was glaring at her sister. "If I remember, older sister, it was you that told me about it."
Madam Bones smirked as she picked up a cup of tea. "You beat me to it, though."
This time Rose took a little colour to her face. "You never told me that."
"What is the twenty-four club?" Susan asked again.
"Aren't there twenty-four broom closets in the Gryffindor tower?" Sue asked.
"I don't want to hear this," Hannah said out loud.
Flitwick chuckled. "It's been more than a decade since I heard that one. You are correct, Sue. What was it you had to do to be in the club again?"
Rose's face brightened more. "Stuff. We are not giving my daughter or your niece any ideas."
"Well, that will soon include my new nephew too," Madam Bones said.
Harry looked up from the table. Sue started to laugh again. "You are going to have a bruise on your forehead now too."
Harry groaned.
"So, do you have bruises elsewhere?" Susan asked.
"SUSIE!" Hannah exclaimed.
Harry was still feeling flush as he went to the first round. It was eight minutes, and only because he was told to get his points up. The Chinese girl he duelled with was good, even getting in a few shots on him because he was showing off a bit, but in the end, she went down with a bludgeoner and a stunner. He was able to see Sue just barely eke out a win against the fourth seed, a stocky boy from Albania. Just after that, Gabrielle Delacour was able to get a win against a Swedish boy that just gave up after four minutes when she shot him with a blast of her allure. Some claimed it was an underhanded trick, but there was nothing in the rules against it and she had enough human ancestry to not be classified a creature, so it was all fair.
His second match of the day saw him facing Sue again. She put up a fight but was limping from her first match. Harry, feeling she needed a break as the final competitors were tougher than over Christmas, walked her into a set of stunners that she couldn't shield against. When she was enervated, she punched his arm. "What the bloody hell are you doing going easy on me?"
Harry gave her a wry grin. "It's no fun when they don't really fight back."
Sue punched his arm again. "Wanker."
"Love you too," he said, earning himself a huff from Sue.
As they walked off the duelling platform, a ten-minute break was called to let him rest before he faced Delacour. Looking up into the stands, Harry's smile to see Hannah blowing him a kiss. His smile faded some as he saw Madam Bones arguing with a man with exceptionally light hair and a cane a little distance away. Hannah gave him a sign that she didn't know what was going on. Susan looked worried though as she looked at her aunt and the man.
Sue had followed his look. "Who's the blonde man?"
Master Flitwick frowned. "Lucius Malfoy. I don't know what he is doing here, but you need to concentrate on your last match. Take a few minutes to work on your occlumency."
"Yes, master," Harry said, closing his eyes and taking in a few deep breaths.
When he stepped out onto the duelling run, the pretty French blonde was standing down the end of the platform. She was eyeing him, but not exactly like she had been last night. Now it felt more like she was looking at him as a true competitor, instead of something she wanted to undress and have her wicked way with. After last night though, Harry wasn't sure he would dream of anyone else having their wicked way with him besides Hannah. Not that they had done that wicked thing…
"A te segno."
Harry stepped up to the line. Delacour did as well, flicking her braid over her shoulder.
"Prendi la tua posizione."
Harry rose his wand. Gabrielle had been relatively aggressive on her opening moves.
"Sulle mie scintille."
Harry dug his heels in, his body tensing as he readied himself to move. It was like every time he was ready to duel.
Red sparks shot out of the Referee's wand.
Gabrielle shot forward. Several fireballs came out of her wand as she raced to close the distance. Harry side stepped, conjuring football sized rocks and dropping them between him and Gabrielle. She hadn't expected that and had to dive over rocks. Harry's stunners just missed her as she managed to twist in mid-air. She apparently wasn't expecting Harry to know how to do any close combat fighting as he blocked her swing, and he felt a little guilty when his fist met her face when she came up. His other hand had contacted her wrist and her wand pointed away wildly as the rope shot into the air.
Gabrielle stumbled backwards. Harry brought his wand around and a banishing hit her as she hit the floor. Only the rocks kept her from going off the duelling run. Harry followed up with a stunner. Harry found himself diving out of the way as a ball of fire came from her open palm. His wand came up, water shooting out of it as Gabrielle scrambled up. He noticed blood dribbling from her nose as she swiped her wand, a solid barrier blocking his jet of water.
Cheers and screams were coming from the stand. Slapping his wand on the floor, he intoned, "Arenifors!"
A white light shot around the edge of the shield. It hit the rocks and the whole line of them turned to sand. Gabrielle screamed out in surprise behind her shield. Harry followed up with a silent transfiguration to turn the sand into sticky tar. Jumping to his feet, Harry ran to get around the barrier. It used less energy to move than it did to break the barrier. He swiped his wand before him, turning a path in the tar into water. He dove past the barrier, coming in lower than he would have if he was running. It was a good thing as Gabrielle sent a few banishers, a stunner and roped just over his body. Harry flicked his wand, throwing up strands of the tar.
He had done that without seeing what Gabrielle was doing. She spun, a wall of wind sending the strands back towards him. He pushed a wall of power out with his wand parallel to his body. The tar strands stopped in midair as their magics met and held steady. He hit the run, rolled and instinctively called out, "PROTEGO MAXIMUM!"
The semi-solid wall of magic stopped a few birds. They burst into feathers when they hit the shield. The shield gave out a solid gong as it was hit by a shield breaker. Harry spun his wand over his head before he flicked it at her. Three large snakes flew over his shield. None of them were poisonous but could hurt if they wrapped around her.
Gabrielle gave out a small shriek.
Bind her, Harry ordered, dropping his shield and getting to his feet. Gabrielle had a flame whip coming from her wand, lashing out at the large pythons. Harry used the distraction to spread out the tar again. A simple engorging charm had the goo capturing her feet. He then whipped his wand, a string of water coming out of it. He snapped it at her fire whip. When they met, a stream of steam shot out as they cut each other. It sent out a cloud that obscured them from each other. Harry shot out a series of stunners as Gabrielle screamed again. There was a string of French expletives that Harry had to chuckle at before he called out, "Bloody fuck!"
Harry had to dive to avoid one of the snakes. What had him diving was that the snake was now three times the size it had been, it was made of stone, and had spikes all over it. Knowing he had to end this, he slapped his wand onto the floor, turning the water and tar to ice. A rope and then four stunners came out as another of the modified snakes flew over his head.
He sent off a few more stunners. He really didn't want to hurt her.
When nothing happened for a few seconds, the ref called out, "Count of five to counter,"
Harry jabbed his wand, a wind coming out to clear the mist. Gabrielle was down, her body stuck in the tar, one of his pythons starting to wrap around her head and her wand nowhere to be seen.
Stop, Harry commanded in parseltongue. The snake stopped right away.
"Knock out, Harry Potter of Hogwarts and Master Flitwick," the referee called out.
Before anyone else could respond, Harry rushed towards the girl. He vanished the tar, feeling relieved to find her still breathing.
"Out of ze way," Fleur cried out, falling at her sister's side.
"I just stunned her," Harry told her.
Fleur ran her wand over Gabrielle before sighing. She pointed her wand at Gabrielle. A white light shot out. Gabrielle started as though just awoken from a deep sleep.
"Mon deiu," Gabrielle said, a hand going to her head.
Harry smiled. "Nice duel."
The younger sister looked up at him. "How did you see me through the mist?"
Harry shrugged. "I can just sense magic."
He thought he saw even more lust in their eyes before Healers, coaches and others were around them. It was a good ten minutes before Harry was allowed to leave the contestant pits. The award ceremony would be in a side hall in about fifteen minutes, and he wanted to see Hannah before then. She met him at the top of the stairs, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him before anyone else could get close to him.
"Good show, Harry," Susan said behind Hannah.
Harry smiled at her as Sue and Master Flitwick came up behind them.
Rose and Madam Bones came over, not looking incredibly pleased. The man that Flitwick had told him was Mr Malfoy, was right behind them. Harry looked at them as Hannah tightened her arms around his neck.
"Congratulations, Harry," Madam Bones said.
"Thank you, Amelia," he replied.
"Yes, very impressive showing, especially against that half-creature," Mr Malfoy said.
Harry tensed. "Miss Delacour was a good opponent and one I look forward to facing again someday. Who are you?"
The man looked about to sneer before his face took on a placid look. "Regent Lucius Malfoy, Scion Potter. I am going to be your guardian. Now, if you would, let's collect your possessions and I will take you back to Malfoy Manor."
Harry blinked. "The fuck you will!"
"That language isn't needed," Madam Bones scolded him. "Lucius, you do not have any rights over Harry yet. There is still the hearing in another two weeks. You are only getting him for the next week because the WCS signed off on it, like the WCS did for me."
"You said I would only be at Grace Hall over Easter," Harry said, a hard pit forming in his stomach, feeling betrayed. Hannah hugged him harder, putting her head into his chest.
Madam Bones didn't look happy. "I did say that. I was approved to have you for the two weeks. Mister Malfoy," she emphasized his title. The man didn't look pleased, "has also petitioned to the WCS to watch over you and offer you a look at who your other option for a guardian is."
Harry frowned.
"Yes. Now come, Scion Potter," the man said.
"Excuse me, Mister Malfoy," Master Flitwick spoke up. "Mister Potter has just won the U14 Class. It would be rather rude to skip the ceremonies. Also, as his Master for his apprenticeship, only I can release him to go. Now, come, Mister Potter. We need to find good seats and you need to sit with the other competitors."
Harry cast a nasty glance to Mr Malfoy, a betrayed look to Madam Bones and a worried look to Sue and Susan as Hannah wouldn't let him go.
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A te segno = To your mark.
Prendi la tua posizione = Take your stance.
Sulle mie scintille. = On my sparks
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The next time on Duel of Fate: Will Harry get along with the Malfoys?