Harry woke up with a warm and pleasant feeling. It took him a few seconds to gather his thoughts, at the same time he noticed a weight on his chest. He slowly opened his eyes to see a messy hair bundle of the purest blond. Memories from the previous night raced to his mind. How he had told Fleur a lot from his past. The tears in her eyes, as she understood better how he felt and why he acted the way he did. And then, when she took that all away as she kissed him, again and again, each time consoling each one of his bad memories. They didn't go all the way, he could tell that by the clothes they were both wearing, but they had slept together and if he was being honest with himself, he felt the most rested as he did in months.

He felt unable to move, as if he was stuck to the bed in that position. Harry understood that that feeling was more his brain not wanting the good feeling to end than actual inability to move his body, so he just tightened the embrace slightly and closed his eyes, enjoying it.

A few minutes later, he felt Fleur starting to stir.

"Good morning." He said softly.

She turned around to look at him and smiled.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" She asked, giving him a small peck on the lips.

"Amazing. I feel so rested that I doubt any of you can beat me today." He joked.

"We'll see." Answered Fleur, with a knowing smile on her face. "We should get going. The duels are starting soon."

She made a move to release herself from his arms, but he tightened his grip around her.

"Just a few more minutes…"

The schedule for the fights was the same as in the day before, so Harry found himself, once again, facing his schoolmate, Cedric.

The previous day, Harry had gone easy on the boy, as he was trying to conserve energy for the later duels, but today he felt so rested he wasn't too worried about it. It would also surprise the Hufflepuff, as he would be expecting him to be more defensive than aggressive.

Professor Flitwick, who was again the referee for the duels, stood in the middle of the arena.

He shouted "Begin" and Harry could see Cedric eyes showing restraint.

He focused on his attack and started to send spell after spell after curse at the older student. He started with the simpler spell-chains he had been practicing with Salazar, mixing disarming spells with stunners with banishing charms and blasting curses. Cedric tried Harry strategy of trying to dodge, but he wasn't even close in agility and elegance, as he ended up being caught by the remnants of some of Harry's blasting curses. Understanding that his strategy wouldn't work, the Hufflepuff tried to change his tactics, but Harry wasn't going to allow his upper hand to be lost, so he focused even more, casting so fast his want was a blur of movement, not allowing his opponent to cast a single offensive spell, only a few halfhearted 'Protego'.

Soon, as he was stepping aside to escape another stunner, Cedric saw a disarming charm hitting him right in his hand, sending his wand flying away.

A quick summoning charm from Harry and the duel was over.

'Easier than I thought' he wondered to himself. 'Is this what I would look like if it wasn't for Salazar's help?'

The Hogwarts defense curriculum really was an embarrassment.

This time he didn't help his foe in the end of the battle, as he could see the boy getting frustrated and didn't want to give him a chance to do something regrettable, so he just left and joined a very proud looking Sirius and the rest of his friends.

They sat through Fleur and Krum's duel, this one ending with a victory from the Bulgarian.

Just before lunch, Sirius' grin was getting bigger and bigger, and when the teens decided to go for the Great Hall, he told them he had other plans.

The six walked to the front gates of the school and there, Sirius portkeyed them to Hogsmeade, in order to save them some time.

They went to the three broomsticks and were received by a very happy and even flirtatious Madame Rosmerta.

"Lord Black, pleasure to meet you again." She greeted them.

"Rosmerta, darling." He smiled as she took his arm and allowed himself to be conducted to a private room, followed by the five teens.

They went upstairs, where a small corridor with a few equal looking doors presented. Madame Rosmerta lead them to the door furthest away from the stairs and they entered a room with a large dinner table set for six.

They entered and immediately servants appeared to take their jackets. Harry found himself unaccustomed to the luxury, with Luna and Tracey carrying weird expressions as well. Fleur was in her natural environment as was Blaise, having been born in one of the richest families in Italy. Sirius noticed his Godson discomfort and joked.

"Not bad for a guy who spent his first few years in a cupboard, right? You'll get used to it Harry, I promise."

Harry's eyes hardened for a second, but he was well aware of his Godfather tendencies to turn everything into a joke, so he let it slide. Fleur on the other hand looked murderous at Sirius for a while, wondering how men could be so insensitive. Harry couldn't stop himself from feeling good that she cared so much about him to get turned up over a small joke.

Fortunately for Sirius, and his well-being, he didn't crack any more jokes about Harry's past during the entire lunch.

Everything went smoothly, the food was great, with Rosmerta revealing herself to be quite an excellent chef, and both Champions got the chance to take their minds of the tournament for a few hours.

Later that day, after Krum blew Cedric away for the second time, Harry found himself facing Fleur once again. This time he had a way more solid plan. Something Fleur had mention about Veela's nature a few nights before that had jumped into his mind in the morning.

Once again, Harry found himself thinking about the significance of Fleur in his life. After everything he had told her the night before, the trust he had place on her, he had a hint she would have a big importance in his life. For a second, while staring at the big blue eyes on the other side of the arena, he felt a feeling he could not quite describe, but it made him not want to hurt her in any way possible. But now was not the time for that, he had to put his feeling aside and focus on defeating his opponent.

The second Flitwick's order to begin was heard, both launched their attacks. Harry started with his trusted spells chains at the same time Fleur send a few unknown curses at him, in ancient French.

He was caught by surprise with that move, as she'd never told him about any of those. That surprise costed him his attention for no more than a second but was enough for him to take the first blow. A bright orange curse hit him in his left leg, who immediately went weak and completely out of strength. Harry felt himself falling to the floor, desperately casting a very strong Protego charm.

He frantically tried to counter the curse on his leg, but as he didn't know the spell, it proved to be a pointless task. He was defenseless on the floor and he knew he would only last as long as his shield could hold on.

Unfortunately for him, Fleur seemed to have an unlimited supply of fire balls and powerful charms and before he was able to think of a way out of his bad situation, his shield cracked and his wand quickly went flying from his wand. He had lost for the first time.

Harry closed his eyes for a few seconds as he centered his thoughts and analyzed the combat. He admitted to himself that he had been a little too confident, and the surprise from Fleur's casting had been his downfall. He hadn't committed a big mistake which was good but had to improve even more his repertoire of spells and his reaction times. Maybe he could ask Fleur for some knowledge of those French spells.

Fleur had come to his side and helped him to his feet at the same time she dispelled the curse upon him.

"What the hell was that?"

Fleur laughed melodically.

"Just a few family spells my father taught me. I didn't expect them to work so well, though."

"You caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting that at all, and for some reason froze and didn't dodge it." He said while lowering his head slightly.

"Don't sweat about it!" The jovial tone in her voice getting his spirits up a bit. "You beat me once and I paid you back. We're even now!"

They both laughed at that and got out of the arena, where they were welcomed by his friends. Luna immediately jumped into Fleur's arms congratulating her. Sirius hugged his Godson and told him he would do better next time.

They spoke for a while as they waited for the next match. Fleur had the easiest fight, as Cedric's performance in the tournament had been weak and disappointing. Harry was slightly nervous about Krum. The Bulgarian had proved himself to be a strong opponent and he couldn't stop his confidence to be shook by his recent defeat.

Harry was casually speaking with Blaise and Tracey as Luna and Fleur listened to another of Sirius jokes. His eyes lazily wondered across the room when they went to a sudden alt upon noticing someone he didn't expect to see there.

Daphne Greengrass stood in the middle of the open doors with swollen eyes and nervously looking at him.

A few seconds latter Tracey followed his eyes and figured out were he was starring at. She nudged Harry in his back and whispered.

"Go to her. Speak with her. Let her explain and apologize."

He slowly followed the advice and made his way to the girl. When he got closer, he didn't spoke, just watched her. She was very obviously nervous, her foot frantically tapping the floor. Her eyes showed she had been crying recently, he wondered why.

After almost one minute of silence, just intense staring, Daphne was the first to speak.

"I'm so, so sorry. I- I- I didn't know what to do, so…" She was rambling an almost incoherent speech. She looked almost like she was about to burst into tears once again.

Not wanting that to happen, not really knowing how he would act upon it, knowing how that would damage the reputation the girl had build for herself as distant and unfeeling, Harry grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the Hall, and into an empty room where they could speak in private.

They never noticed the long, deep, and calculating stare coming from the French Veela.

"Take a deep breath. Slowly. Now, tell me what you wanted to say." He instructed the girl in front of him.

It took her almost half a minute to calm down before she could speak properly.

"I'm sorry I left, I wasn't thinking and wasn't here to support you, I'm so sorry…"

Harry locked at her critically for a few seconds, trying to understand the girl in front of him.

"What happened? Why did you decide to leave so suddenly? That's what I don't understand…"

"I just… I saw you two. In the Hall at dinner. You looked happy. You could be together in public, I got jealous… She can give you what I can't, and I wasn't able to deal with that."

Realization hit him when he understood what had happened. All of that had been out of jealousy? For one moment, he felt immensely flattered.

"You left the school, you didn't go to the ball and you skipped almost the entire second task just because you were jealous of Fleur? Daph…"

"I know, it was stupid and childish. I had a lot of time to think about this back home…"

"Okay, stop. It wasn't stupid. It's perfectly normal. Fleur is an incredible woman and any girl would probably be jealous of her. I'm not going to lie to you. I won't say I don't want anything to do with her. But if I'm being honest, I'm very confused about all of this. Until two months ago, I never had a girl show any kind of romantic interest in me. There's that Weasley girl but it doesn't even count." He shuddered slightly just thinking of a future like that. "And now, I have you and Fleur and I don't know what to do about it. I think both of you are great and I don't want to lose any. God, Sirius even suggested I get with the two of you, the one girl for each house thing, and be done with it." Harry noticed Daphne's eyes widening a little bit with that idea. He wondered if that was the wrong thing to say to a woman.

"Is that what you want? Just take us both?" she said with a hint of anger.

"No!" he quickly answered. "I don't know! I didn't even know that was a possibility until a few days ago. This is all very new to me and I honestly think I'm too young to even be thinking about having one wife, imagine two! All I want is to get to know you and try to figure out what I want."

Daphne's eyes softened as she understood he was just as lost as her in all of the situation.

"I understand you… Look, I don't exactly like this. It's definitely not how I imagined all of this to go when we agreed on our date. But I like that idea of just getting to know each other, no pressure or strings. Eventually, everything will become cleared, I hope. What do you think?"

Harry smiled, as he understood he'd get what he wanted.

"Yeah, that would be great, yes." He moved closer to try and give the girl a hug, but she stopped him.

"If we are doing things this way, I can also go on dates with another boys, I hope you understand that."

That caught the young Slytherin off guard, as he hadn't thought of that detail before.

For a few seconds he looked at her in confusion, trying to process what she'd just told him.

"I see what you mean when you say you don't like it. I don't like it either, even one bit. Just thinking about it… But I have to be fair, and if you allow me to do so, I have to as well." He was staring at his feet as he said this not wanting to face the eyes of the girl in front of him.

"Great. Now, you still have one more match to win, so go get them!" She gave him a smile and left the room, leaving a thoughtful Harry behind.

As he was making his way back to the Hall where is last duel would be, still thoughtful about the entire interaction he just had with Daphne, he was stopped by Fleur.

Before he had the chance to say anything, she gave him a tight hug and then a kiss, one that stretched for a while.

"Are you okay?" She asked. "What was that with Daphne? Anything I should know?" she had a raised eyebrow.

Harry sighted. While the idea of having the two girls was enticing, having to deal with this twice was a downside.

"Fleur, this day has been packed. I'm mentally tired from everything. And I still have to go in there and fight Krum. Can we speak about this tomorrow? Please?"

She looked at him with a smile, but the usual warmth didn't reach her eyes. Harry felt bad about all of it.

"Of course, no problem at all. In fact, I should go get ready for Cedric. Good luck, Harry."

She turned around and left, at the same time he understood the possible double meaning of her words and wondered if she had done it purposefully.

"Women." He sighted again, waves of frustration filling him, as he made his way to the last challenge of the second task.

Harry was face to face with Krum, his entire body ready for a fight. His mind, on the other hand, was miles away from that fight and that stupid tournament. It was on the two conversations he just had earlier. Thinking of Daphne on a date with another boy or Fleur readying herself to go to Cedric. The more he though about it the more frustrated he was. He tried to shut down those emotions, but the more he tried, the more powerful they become. Flitwick was almost done with his routine and he knew he had just a few seconds before it would begin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he opened them again and locked his eyes on his opponent, he could see the face of the Bulgarian go a little pale. He noticed the audience quieting down as well but didn't know what had caused it. He smirked slightly upon seeing the hint of fear in Krum's eyes.

"Begin."

Flitwick had barely finished the last syllable and spells were already flying in Krum's direction. Harry didn't hold anything back. He didn't want to be there, so he focused on finishing it the fastest he could. He casted everything he remembered. Blasting and Bone-breaking curses, cutting curses, he transfigured the ground around them into wild beasts, he sent jets of fire from his wand, transfigured small puddles of water that he immediately froze to stuck his opponent. It was an incredible display of magic and the entire audience could only gasp as Krum tried to protect himself from the overwhelming amount of magic heading his way.

The entire Hall went silent as his protections failed and he was caught by more than a dozen curses. After the dust from the blasting curses settled, Krum was a bloody mess in the middle of the arena. Professor Flitwick and Madame Pomfrey immediately jumped into the arena and surrounded Krum's form frantically, as they did their best to try and save the Durmstrang champion, while Harry quickly made his way out of the Hall, a mix of anger and regret clouding his head.

He strode out of the Hall into the direction of the Chamber of Secrets, not stopping until he was grabbed by his shoulder. He turned around with his wand pointing at the face of his attacker only to find Sirius panting behind him.

"I'm too old for this, kid." He said after he regained his breath. "What happened there? Your eyes were glowing bright green."

That stopped the aggressive answer Harry had on his tongue ready to come out.

"What? My eyes were glowing?"

"Yes, why do you think everyone went silent? How did you do that?"

"I- I don't know. I was thinking of all this Daphne and Fleur situation, and I just kept growing angrier and angrier. After that I barely even thought, I just wanted to blast what was ahead of me. Krum was just unlucky, it was nothing against him."

"So, you didn't do it on purpose? With a glamour or something like that?"

"No, why would I do that? I don't even know how. Why? Is it bad?"

"It's not necessarily bad, it's a sign of power. Only the most powerful wizards can do that and it's very rare even among them. Dumbledore for example, you may have seen the twinkle in his eyes. That's him hinting to be one of those few wizards, even if he can't do it like you just did. Your eyes overshadowed everything else in the room. The last guy who could do that… It was Voldemort. And that's what people are going to remember."

A shiver went up Harry's spine as flashbacks of his second year and the entire heir of Slytherin debacle shot up to his head.

"Fuck"

AN: This concludes chapter 22 and the second task (the first of my "invention"). Hope you guys enjoyed it.

I'm sorry if it took me a longer time to upload, but as I warned before, the last two weeks have been crazy. I hope I can now settle again into a stable schedule.

Some people commented about Daphne's personality and I just want to say that the entire Ice Queen thing is so overdone it's become boring. Daphne is a blank page from canon, and I want to make something different with her, not just the same old.

I want to thank my Betas Arthur and Haphne24 for their work on the chapter.

Thank you for the Reviews. They mean a lot.