For her life, Hermione didn't understand Harry's tone and the fact that he was hanging out with the other champions; people would think he had gotten a big head. Nor did she understand why the other champions were smiling and Harry's lips were bruised.
"Why did you have to do it, Harry? You know what Ronald is like." Hermione said it was the most obvious thing in the world, but it wasn't to Harry, who just stared at her. He didn't enter the stupid competition. Why did no one other than his competitors/future lovers not get that?
"Because he didn't, Granger." Cedric told the witch. The muggle-born didn't look convinced, but that still did not give her the right to talk to Harry like that. Who did she think she was?
"I'm just saying that's all, Diggory, that Ronald and Harry are best friends. He knows what Ronald's like." Granger told the older Hufflepuff he wanted to roll his eyes at the fourth year. He knows what the little twerp is like, and he doesn't like how he treats Harry; however, Cedric, Viktor and Fleur would keep the little redhead and his sister away from Harry. They, especially Cedric, no longer wanted Weasley nor Granger to influence Harry; that was now their job, and they had a pretty demanding job in front of them by what it looked like.
"Yeah, he is a jealous and lazy prat who doesn't think about anyone other than himself. That you and he both push whatever you think or want onto Harry." Cedric said to the fourth year with a glare. He was not the only one to do so. Both Viktor and Fluer did so.
While social graces were never Harry's thing, even he could tell Hermione had the same problem as him, unlike Granger. Harry knew this was the part where you should probably shut up. That, unfortunately, wouldn't be Hermione Granger; she didn't know when to leave it alone.
"Harry, will you let him talk about Ronald like that?" Hermione asked Harry how the youngest champion cared anymore. He is better; he has Viktor, Cedric, and Fleur. Why would he need a bossy know-it-all who forced him to share her opinions when he didn't and someone who tried to keep him from studying?
Harry couldn't even believe he went with that, and maybe it was because if he didn't go along with that, he wouldn't have friends. The fourth year, however, I liked how this year was going. He got some new friends and soul mates, and he had his first kiss with Cedric, and then the others followed. He loved the kisses, but they wanted to do more; Harry was worried he wasn't what you'd call hung. He was small and ashamed that he was smaller than his house and classmates.
His three dominant partners could see something was the matter with their submissive, like he wanted to say something but was too embarrassed. To say anything they couldn't help him if he didn't say anything.
"Harry." Fleur's French accent came through Harry's head, and his somewhat depressing thoughts, he looked at the older three. "What's wrong, Ma Chérie?" Fleur asked Harry how he could say this to them. Would he not also have sex with Fluer?
"I'm small." was all he said, and the others now knew what he was worried about, so that's it. Did their submissive think he'd be siring any children? Oh no, both Viktor and Cedric would be pounding his hole and watching Fleur impregnate him, and then they'd turn him into a woman. Or before Harry had any kids, yes, that's a better idea. Both Viktor and Cedric grabbed Harry's hands and placed them on their crotches, and they could see the confusion and then surprise in his eyes. "You both are so big, and I'm not." Harry cried out, but they didn't let him go. Their cock's hardened at touching them. The thoughts of Harry taking it in either of his holes also didn't help their situation either.
"Oh, my little girl." Viktor said, leaning down and whispering, but Fleur and Cedric could hear. "You're small because you were made for the three of us, and we will give you babies." Viktor grunted into his ear at the thought of Harry heavily pregnant and leaking milk from his nipples.
Harry let out a very loud moan that sounded like he was in pleasure. It turned his older lovers even more. Both males' penises were hard as a rock and so eager to blow their wad. Fluer was wet and getting wetter with each thing their little boy's soon-to-be wife made them this way.
Cedric didn't know anyone at Hogwarts to brew potions needed for Harry to be a woman. It wasn't taught, and it was illegal for some reason. Cedric didn't understand it, but his father would tell him that it was dark, that's why. Cedric, contrary to popular belief, was a dark wizard.
Fleur was thinking how much it would cost. It wasn't taught you'd have to buy it, and it did seem like a lot, but Fluer didn't think she would need it. Until now, this was completely different from where she required this potion. For her wife, that was like her husband at the moment.
Their other husband, on the other hand, had a schoolmate who was here with their delegation, and he could brew and would have asked if they'd all have to pay for the ingredients and listen to the brewer. He needed to make good on his promise, and then they'd be able to smuggle Potter out of England. Perhaps France or even Bulgaria? Most English governments didn't care about the relationships between countries, but that was their fault.
"I think she likes the idea, Viktor!" Cedric nearly shouted excitedly about Harry accepting that he would be a she for the three of them and raise their children while they were busy with work. They would have their careers once they graduated, and Harry wouldn't be here after that, so she'd be homeschooled for her O.W.L.s year.