- Next Morning -
Returning to his apartment, Hedwig came flying in through the kitchen window with a letter.
"Hey Harry,
Here's your ticket for the game.
The instructions on how to get there are also included.
Can't wait to hear how France was!
Love, Cho"
Smiling, Harry put his ticket in his wallet and went to make himself something to eat when another owl flew in through the window.
Confused, he grabbed the letter as the owl didn't even wait for a response before leaving. Opening the letter, his brow wrinkled as he read over its contents.
"Dear Harry,
You may not remember me, but my name is Sirius Black.
I was a friend of your father when we were at Hogwarts together.
You may not know this, but I'm also your godfather.
I'd like speak with you in person, when you have the time, about something important.
I'll be in St. Mungo's for the next month in the Recovery Ward.
-Sirius"
Placing the letter down, Harry thought, 'I wonder what he has to talk about that's so important?'
There wasn't anything he could immediately think of, but if Sirius was reaching out to him so early after coming out of his coma, then the least Harry could do was stop by.
- St. Mungo's Recovery Ward -
Searching the ward for any signs of Sirius, Harry finally spotted a mass of shaggy black hair in one of the larger private rooms. Knocking politely on the door, he waited for a "Come in!" before opening and stepping into the room.
Inside, it was a spacious, well-decorated recovery room with a large bed and windows letting in sunlight.
Sitting up in the bed, Sirius looked at him confused for a second before noticing his emerald green eyes. "Harry?"
Smiling, Harry nodded. "Hi Sirius, I got your letter." He tried to keep his tone as friendly as possible, not sure how Sirius's mind was holding up after just coming out of a coma.
The bedsheets were flung to the side as Sirius jumped out of bed to give Harry a hug. Letting go, he gently grabbed hold of his shoulders and looking him over. "Goodness Pup, you've grown! Last time I saw you, you were nothing more than a small baby."
Staring into his eyes for a moment, Sirius gave a wolfish grin, "You've definitely got Lily's eyes though, good for you. The ladies will love those!"
Sirius gave a bark-like laugh at that, and Harry chuckled. The man certainly hadn't lost any of his spirit.
"How are you?" Harry asked.
Shaggy black hair dropped for a moment, along with his head, as Sirius sighed. "Let's sit down first, Pup. There's a lot of stuff I need to tell you."
Moving over to a small table and chairs by the window, Harry sat on the opposite side facing Sirius. "You look tired, Sirius. Are you getting enough sleep?"
"Heh, you're just like your mother. Lily always was worrying about us; if we'd eaten enough, if we'd slept enough…I'm glad you've taken after her." Sirius reminisced; his eyes misty as he relived old memories of better times.
Harry wasn't certain, but there was an air of melancholy around Sirius that seemed unlike his personality. "What's wrong?"
Sirius wiped at a tear as he looked at Harry. "There's something you should know, Pup."
His voice seemed to catch for a moment before he forced himself to continue, "There's a reason people say Azkaban is a death sentence. It's not a metaphor, it's a reality."
"Continued exposure to Dementors, and having your soul sucked out of you bits at a time for years has…repercussions." His bearded face grimaced, "There's no easy way to say this…I'm dying, Pup."
Wide-eyed, Harry asked, "W-What?" How could he be dying? His soul hadn't been taken by the Dementors, and he didn't appear sick.
"Having bits and pieces of your soul sucked out of you over twelve years has consequences. I normally would have had at least another five to ten years, but that last attempt by those creatures did even more damage." There was hate in his tone as he vividly recalled the Dementors, an understandable reaction after being tortured by them for over a decade.
"Because of it, the Healers say I've got about two more years left."
The recovery room fell silent after that as Harry tried to process the information.
He didn't really know the man, just like with Remus, but Sirius seemed to genuinely care for Harry and wanted to make some kind of connection with him.
Hesitantly, Harry replies, "I-I'm sorry to hear that Sirius." And he meant it. The man had suffered in prison for a crime he didn't commit, and now that he was free, he finds out that he only has about two years left to live.
"It's okay, Pup." Sirius grinned, "After all, I would already be dead if it wasn't for you."
Sirius had been amazed to hear that Harry was the one to save him, and even more amazed to find out that the kid had figured out a way to kill Dementors. "Also, there's something else you should know." Sirius said, "As Lord Black, I've named you as my Heir."
Blinking, Harry's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. "What? Why?"
"For protection." he replied. "Should anything happen, you will have a better chance of protecting yourself with all of the legislation and laws that are in place in our society. Heirs and Heiresses are far less likely to be charged or sent to prison."
"But then…"
"…then why did I get sent to Azkaban if I was the Heir?" Sirius grinned sardonically, "Because I gave up the title as Heir when I ran away from home. After that, my brother Regulus became the Heir until he passed away. Once he did, the title was given back to me."
Sighing, he finished. "Unfortunately, I was already in Azkaban when that happened. By then, it no longer mattered."
Harry gave Sirius a few minutes to pull himself together before asking another question. "Then…what will happen once I become the Lord Black?"
He knew next to nothing about the politics of Britain, and taking on a title like that must have a lot of work involved with it.
"You'll be in control of the entire House Black, and all of the riches and lands will be yours to do with as you see fit." Sirius winked playfully.
"You may be called on to attend Wizengamot meetings once you're of age…but you should be careful when you do." Here, Sirius's tone turned warning as he tried to get the severity of what he's going to say across.
Preparing himself, Harry asked. "What do you mean?"
"Your status as a half-blood will not go over well with the Pureblood Faction, and they will use it to discredit you and reduce the amount of power you have in our society." He warned.
"The House of Black was one of the largest, oldest, and wealthiest pure-blood families in Britain, and they are a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Your eventual appointment as Lord Black will be seen as a personal attack on the other pure-blood families, and the first attempt to take control of our society away from them."
It wasn't what Harry wanted to hear, but he wasn't surprised by it. Thanks to being in Ravenclaw, Harry found that blood purity wasn't much of an issue amongst his housemates, who were more concerned with knowledge. However…eventually, he was going to have to deal with the pure-bloods from his school, many of whom would go on to become Lords and Ladies of their own houses.
Seeing Harry's concerned face, Sirius tried to lighten the mood. "Don't worry about it right now, Pup. I've still got a few years left before you have to deal with it. And it's not all bad! Let me tell you about some of the cool stuff the House of Black has."
Leaning in, he grinned mischievously, "Did I ever tell you about my motorcycle?..."
The mood quickly turned for the better as they laughed and joked about some of the past experiences Sirius had at Hogwarts.
One of the moments Harry would always treasure, was when he heard the stories and pranks involving his parents in this world, Lily and James.
- Timeskip: Quidditch World Cup -
Arriving by portkey, Harry found himself in what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of him and the families who used the same portkey as him, was a pair of tired and grumpy-looking wizards. One was holding a large gold watch, and the other had a thick roll of parchment and a quill.
Hilariously, they both were dressed in a failed attempt to pass for muggles. The man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length rubber boots, and the other wore a kilt and poncho in bright colors.
Making his way over to them, he waited for the other families to get their campsite locations before asking his.
"Name?" The one in the poncho asked.
"Chang." Harry replied, remembering the instructions Cho gave him to help find where they'd be.
Looking through the parchment, the man muttered, "Chang…Chang…hmm. AH!" He exclaimed. "Here we are, your campsite is about a mile's walk over there," he pointed in a direction, "second field you come to. Ask for Mr. Payne, he'll direct you."
Giving his thanks, Harry quickly set off across the deserted moor, barely able to make out much through the mist.
…..
After walking for almost half an hour, Harry finally exited the mist onto a field filled with thousands of tents, a large cottage sat halfway between the mist and the tents.
Approaching the tent, Harry met the man standing there. "Morning!"
"Good mornin', lad. Name?" he asked.
"Chang."
"Aye, you've got a space right in the middle there. The rest of your group already paid." Pulling out a thick paper he handed it over to Harry, "Here's your map, covers the entire campsite, and has markings for where to get water and the bathrooms."
"Thank you." Harry replied, walking past the cottage and into the sea of tents.
- Campsite -
Harry's eyes bounced from row to row as he walked through the sea of tents. Some of them looked like their owners had tried to make them seem muggle-like, whereas others were so obviously magical that it was hilarious.
There was a tent that had three floors to it and several turrets, resembling more of a castle than a tent.
Some tents had a front garden, while others had smaller things like weather vanes and chimneys. There was a larger tent somewhere in the middle, a soft pale-blue and made of extravagant silk. It looked almost like a palace.
…..
Eventually, he noticed two familiar faces standing in front of two tents. One of them noticed his arrival as they called out, "Harry!"
Smiling, Harry walked over to Cho and Marietta, taking a moment to look at them.
Cho had her shiny black hair pulled back with a green headband decorated in shamrocks, and a thick green sweater to keep out the morning cold with the words "Ireland #1" on it. She also wore black pants and shoes, and had small shamrocks painted on her cheeks.
"You're finally here!" She said as she pulled him into a deep hug while kissing him on the cheek.
Pulling back, Harry turned to Marietta who had her reddish-blonde hair in its usual braid down her back. She wore a similarly thick red sweater with the words "Bulgarian Domination", and grey pants and shoes. Her full lips were painted an alluring red that drew his attention.
As he went to hug her, she threw her arms around his neck before pulling him into a kiss.
Surprised, Harry quickly got into it as he kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her body against his.
He could hear Cho's giggling as they broke the kiss, panting lightly as he smiled at Marietta. "What was that for?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Marietta smiled, "What can I say, I missed you." Next to her, Cho shook her head fondly at her girlfriend's actions.
"I missed you both too." Harry replied happily. "I see you both are rooting for opposite teams?" Motioning towards the sweaters.
Cho sighed dramatically, "Mary refuses to acknowledge that Ireland is the better team." Playfully glaring at Marietta, who replied by sticking her tongue out at Cho.
"You're not rooting for a team, Harry?" She asked, looking at his clothing.
Harry had gone for a light-grey button-up and blue jeans, with a black sweater over it to help keep warm. He had on a black backpack with a larger inside pocket, carrying some spare clothes in case the game lasted a few days.
Shrugging his shoulders he replied, "I don't know much about either team enough to root for them."
"Then we need to get you something so you can root for Ireland!" Cho cheer was interrupted by Marietta who teased, "Why would he want to root for the losing team?"
Laughing, Harry quickly butted in before the conversation became a debate over which team was better. "How's about I put my stuff down, and then we can check out what they have?"
The girls nodded at that, leading him into one of the two tents.
…..
The inside of the tent was quite spacious and divided into three sections. Three full-sized beds in one section, a kitchen in the other, and the third had a door leading to a bathroom with a shower. "Wow! This is nice!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yeah," Cho replied sheepishly, "I told you my family are big fans of Quidditch. They like to make sure we are as comfortable as possible whenever we go to a game."
Placing his backpack down on the free bed, he heard his stomach rumble before Cho's and Marietta's did the same. Smiling at their blushes, Harry asked, "How about I make us something to eat first?"
"Yes please!" Marietta cheered; the thought of Harry's cooking always made her mouth water.
- Timeskip: Afternoon -
After making a nice lunch for the three of them, luckily finding a healthy stocked fridge in the small kitchen section, they left the tent and ran into Cho's parents coming out of the other one.
Her parents were an enthusiastic sort, wearing just as much Ireland clothing as Cho, and made Harry feel welcome.
Cho blushed embarrassed as they talked about some of the first games they took her to, and how Cho had accidentally turned her skin green as a child in support of Ireland.
…..
Spending some time talking with them, they eventually waved goodbye as he set off with Marietta and Cho to explore the camp grounds and take a look at some of the stalls that were being set up.
The sky was already beginning to darken as salesmen began Apparating everywhere, carrying trays and pushing carts full of magical merchandise.
There were large green hats decorated with shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that roared, flags from both countries that played their national anthems as they were waved. It was a wonderful new experience for Harry, and the three of them were enjoying themselves immensely.
"'Arry?" A familiar, musical voice called out.
Turning around, Harry smiled widely as he spotted Fleur standing nearby. "Fleur!"
Hearing him call out, Marietta and Cho turned curiously to see who he was talking too, only for their eyes to widen at the recipient.
Fleur was as breathtaking as ever; dressed in a white blouse and black jeans, with a dark blue sweater and a Bulgarian red scarf around her neck. Her white-gold hair was let down in gentle waves instead of a braid this time, and her sapphire blue eyes sparkled as she smiled beautifully at him.
Practically skipping over to him, Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug as she exclaimed, "I had hoped to see you here!"
The feel of her breasts pressing against his chest made Harry blush for a moment before he replied happily, "It's wonderful to see you too, Fleur." Breathing deeply, Harry sighed happily at the wonderful cinnamon scent coming off her that was so uniquely Fleur.
"I'd like you to meet my best friends from Hogwarts" He motioned to the grinning Cho and Marietta, who saw his blush and were already making plans to tease him as Marietta gave a thumbs up.
Sighing exasperated, Harry shook his head fondly, "Don't mind them. They love to tease."
Fleur laughed as she waved at the girls, "Wonderful! Then we'll get along perfectly."
Speaking to them directly she introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Fleur."
Glancing at each other, Cho and Marietta grinned sheepishly, "Sorry, but we don't speak French."
Fleur waved them on with a perfectly manicured hand, "That iz not a problem. I have been wanting to work on my English." She switched easily from French to English, and did so surprisingly well with only a bit of an accent.
Harry stared at her, blinking in surprise. "You never told me that you spoke English."
She patted his cheek as she laughed, "You never azked…" Cho and Marietta laughed as well while he groaned.
"I'm Fleur. It iz nice to meet you both, Harry told me a lot about you two while he waz in France." She said as she reached out to shake their hands.
Cho happily shook it as Marietta turned to Harry, "I see you had quite the fun time in France…So much so, that you failed to mention getting a girlfriend." She teased, loving the fact that Harry's face was flushed in embarrassment.
Having heard what she said, Fleur laughed. "Non, we are not in a relationship…yet." She turned to smirk at Harry. "But that will soon change."
"Oh, I like her, Harry! She's a keeper." Marietta laughed, smiling at the grinning Fleur as she shook her hand.
Harry slumped in defeat as Cho patted him on the back while giggling.
Looking around, he asked Fleur, "Is Hermione here?"
Shaking her head, Fleur replied, "Non. 'Ermione iz not a fan of ze sport." She had tried to convince the younger girl to come with them, but Hermione had insisted that she was fine not going, and that she would still be seeing Harry at Hogwarts for the Tournament.
"Would you be willing to come by my family tent and say hi to my parentz?" She asked, not wanting to intrude if they had other plans.
Glancing at Cho and Marietta who seemed fine with it, Harry nodded.
"Sure!"
…..
Following Fleur, they made their way through several rows of tents as they seemed to be getting closer to the palace-like tent made of light-blue silk that Harry had spotted earlier.
When they stopped in front of it, Harry raised in eyebrow in disbelief while staring at Fleur. She blushed slighting at the look, which only added to her beauty as she shrugged helplessly. "My parentz like to ensure we have enough room for our family."
"But…there's only the four of you, isn't there?" Harry replied confused. The last time he checked, Fleur only had one little sister.
"Non." Fleur shook her head, her white-gold hair moving hypnotically with her motions, "We are staying here with several cousinz." Motioning into the tent, she added, "Come."
…..
The inside of the massive tent was as magnificent as Harry expected.
The interior was beautifully decorated in high-end furniture and several doors leading to different rooms. There were red banners supporting the Bulgarian team spread throughout, and in the middle of the entry room was a lounge area, with a dozen women just as breathtakingly beautiful as Fleur, only a few years older.
"They are the mascotz for the Bulgarian team this year. Come, I'll introduce you." Fleur said, leading them over to the group of dazzling women.
"Amelie, Cecile, I'd like you to meet someone." She called out to two girls who smiled at her before gliding over, their movement just as graceful as Fleur's.
They had moon-like pale skin, shiny black hair done in braids adorned with red ribbons, and they wore the same cheering uniform as the others.
Motioning to Harry, she told them, "This iz Harry, the friend I told you about."
Turning to him, the two women seemed to look him over, searching for the same thing that Fleur had the first time she met him. Whatever it was, they smiled happily as one of them replied. "I'm Cecile, it is very nice to meet you, Harry. Our little Flower here hasn't stopped talking about you."
"Vill you be joining us after the game?" The other one, Amelie, asked.
Their accents were different from Fleur's, distinctly Bulgarian instead of her French.
"I'm…not sure." Harry replied, looking at Cho and Marietta questioningly who shrugged. "Maybe? If there's time."
"Ve vould love to have you three come, it is alvays nice to spend time vith friends after the Cup." Turning her head to Harry, Amelie grinned, "And it vould give us a chance to learn more about the man our little Flower is so taken vith."
Fleur blushed at their teasing, "Come, Harry. My parentz are over there," Motioning towards her parents, who were watching their interactions with amusement. "We will zee you later Cecile, Amelie."
Waving goodbye, they walked over to Jacques and Apolline.
Fleur introduced Cho and Marietta to her parents, who greeted them just as warmly as they greeted Harry.
After conversing with them for a while, Harry and the girls eventually had to make their goodbyes as the game was about to start soon, and they needed to get back to their tent.
…..
Walking back to the tent, Cho and Marietta began teasing him. "A Veela, Harry? Who knew you could be so lucky?" Marietta nudged him jokingly.
"I-I mean…" Harry stammered, trying to think of a response.
Cho giggled as she added her own thoughts, "She seems like a nice girl, Harry. We're happy for you." She and Marietta both were surprised to meet Fleur, but after seeing the looks Harry sent her, and the way Fleur looked at him, they couldn't be happier that he finally found someone.
Reaching the tent, they stepped inside for a few minutes to rest while they waited for the sound signaling it was time to head over to the stadium.
"So does this mean no more kisses?" Marietta gasped dramatically, clutching at her chest. "And we were just starting to do them too!" She raised a hand up to her forehead as she pretended to faint against a giggling Cho.
Harry shrugged helplessly, "We're not exactly dating yet, like Fleur said, so I think it's okay for now."
"Good," Marietta replied, moving over to sit in his lap as she pulled him into a tongue-filled kiss. Her arms going around his neck while his came up to rest on her hips that were slowly grinding into him.
Pulling back, she motioned a smiling Cho over who took her place. "We don't want to ruin anything that you two might have, but we also don't want to give this up either." Cho smiled lovingly as she pulled him into a gentle kiss.
The moment ended all too soon as a deep, booming gong sounded.
Sighing, Cho gave a little wiggle of her hips to tease him as she got off his lap. Both girls chuckled at the tenting in his jeans while Harry tried to adjust himself enough to walk around public.
Waiting a moment for him to calm down, the three left the tent and followed Cho's parents towards the woods where the stadium resided.
- Stadium -
The trees leading to the stadium were decorated with lanterns that lit the way. Thousands of people from all over the globe were walking alongside them, their singing and laughter filling the woods as the atmosphere reached feverish excitement.
Reaching an entrance, the Ministry official motioned them towards a set of stairs that led half-way up the stadium.
Once they found their seats, Harry and the girls grinned excitedly as they looked out at the hundred-thousand witches and wizards packing the stadium. Looking down at the field, there was a golden glow all around from the number lights, the grass looked almost like velvet from how perfectly maintained it was, and two sets of three gold hoops stood on either end of the field.
Their seats were almost perfectly centered in the middle of the field, allowing them to see both sets of goals quite easily.
…..
In the mass of people, Harry was able to spot the white-gold hair of Fleur and her mother quite easily, her little sister Gabrielle's head just barely noticeable out next to her father, Jacques.
He waited until he caught Fleur's sapphire blue eyes before waving.
Fleur smiled as she waved back, while Apolline glanced between him and her daughter with a knowing look and smile.
Hearing the Minister's voice booming out, Harry turned back to watch the field as the introduction began.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…WELCOME!"
"WELCOME TO THE FINAL OF THE FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SECOND QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!"
"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce…the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"
The whole stadium cheered as Cecille, Amelie, and the other girls ran out onto the field. As they began to dance, Harry watched all of the men in the stadium began flexing and yelling out lies about great achievements they had supposedly done to draw the girls attention. Some even tried to vault over the rails to race down to the field as the women in the stands held them back.
Turning to spot Fleur, he noticed that she had been watching him as the Veela started dancing. Grinning when she noticed that Harry wasn't under the effects of the Allure, she turned to say something to her mother before Apolline looked curiously at him as well.
Apolline's face lit up happily as she smiled beautifully at him, leaning over to whisper something in Fleur's ear that had her blushing.
Harry watched them confused before shrugging and turning back to the field as the Veela stopped dancing, to the many angry protests of the men in the stadium.
"And now, kindly put your wands in the air for…the Irish National Team Mascots!"
A large green-and-gold comet came zooming into the stadium before splitting into two smaller ones that sped off towards each goalpost. A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light.
The crowd oooohed and aaaaahed before the balls of light rose up into the sky and soared over the stands. As it moved over the stands, golden coins fell like rain onto the crowd as people rushed to pick up as many as they could.
Cho tilted her head to speak into Harry's ear over the shouting, "It's Leprechaun gold, it'll disappear after an hour. Everyone who's going for them will be disappointed soon enough." The three of them laughed as they watched a few harmless fistfights breaking out.
When the players were called out onto the field, everyone cheered as the game began.
…..
The game was turning into a ferocious battle, both on and off the field.
Several of the Bulgarian players had made deliberate fouls by flying into the Irish players, and the Irish players were giving it back to them with their Chasers outmaneuvering the Bulgarians at every turn.
Off the field, the two teams mascots' were having their own battle. The Leprechauns were forming taunting messages with their light, and the Veela were trying to distract the referee with their Allure and dancing.
Eventually, things reached a peak as the Leprechauns formed a crude gesture, which had the Veela racing across the field to throw handfuls of fireballs at the Leprechauns. As they did, their breathtakingly beautiful features shifted as their faces elongated into bird-like heads with beaks. Long, scaly wings burst from their shoulders, allowing them to fly up towards the Leprechauns.
While the Ministry officials tried to separate the two team's mascots, the Quidditch players continued to trade scores and fouls.
It was utter chaos, and Harry watched it all wide-eyed while Cho and Marietta cheered on their teams' players and mascots.
- Timeskip: After the Game -
Inside the Delacour's tent, Harry, Cho, and Marietta sat together with Fleur and her cousins as they talked about the game.
"It vas unbecoming of us to act in such a manner." Cecile said as she drained the wine from her glass.
They all had been given wine as they lounged together. The match had ended over an hour ago, and everyone was slightly drunk by now after having drank multiple glasses.
"I thought it was amazing." Harry replied. "I've never seen a Veela transform before. Your transformation is impressive, and I thought the fireballs were great."
The Veela in the room looked at him curiously, trying to see if he was lying. When they realized he wasn't, they all seemed to look at Fleur as she blushed. "You…are so lucky Fleur." Amelie commented, the other Veela nodding in agreement.
"What can I say," Fleur said, leaning into his side as she grinned triumphantly. "'Arry iz quite zomething."
It was Harry's turn to blush as he felt her breasts press up against his arm. On his other side, Cho and Marietta laughed at his expression.
When several of the Veela started falling asleep, they all decided to call an end to the festivities.
As Harry and the girls got up, Fleur pressed herself against him to breathed hotly in his ear. "I will see you at Hogwartz soon, 'Arry. We still haven't had our first date yet."
Harry, emboldened slightly by his intoxication, decided to return the favor as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I can't wait, Flower." He had heard the other Veela call her their little Flower several times, and figured he'd use it now to tease her.
Instead of getting embarrassed like he expected, Fleur's eyes widen as her breathing became heavier. Her allure seemed to get thicker as her pupils dilated; sapphire eyes stared hungrily into emerald ones.
Grabbing him, she pulled him into a blistering kiss that had the others who were still awake laughing and whistling.
Panting, Fleur pulled back to purr in his ear. "Be careful, 'Arry. If you keep this up, I may not ever let you go." Gently biting the ear, she grinned seductively as she turned to walk towards her room in the tent. Her magnificent rear sashaying side to side as she strode seductively from the room, knowing that his eyes would follow her the entire way.
Gulping, Harry turned to Cho and Marietta, who were red faced and wide eyed.
Marietta summed up their thoughts best when she muttered, "Holy shit. That was so hot."
…..
Returning to their campsite, the three stopped off to let Cho's parents know that they had returned before closing the flap to their tent.
All three of them were drunk from the wine, and after that scene with Fleur, they all were feeling a little hot under the collar.
Giving in to her urges, Marietta turned to pull Cho into a heated kiss, moaning together as they tasted the wine on the other's tongue.
Pulling back from Marietta's lips, Cho grabbed Harry and pulled him into a kiss, their tongues swirling together before letting go so that Marietta could start making out with Harry.
Feeling their lust heighted, Marietta panted as she asked, "Want to join us, Harry?" Cho nodded eagerly at the question, running her fingers through his hair as she smiled. "We'd love the company."
As if he could refuse an offer like that.