Hello again Fanfic Peoples!

SOOOOO I am notorious now for starting stories and never finishing them (perhaps symbolic of my personality xD) but I am writing this one because I am rereading the Harry Potter Series right now, in hopes of understanding things my young self did not. And I was totally right, because I literally just noticed the Uranus joke in the third book with Ron and Lavender. SOOOO who knows if I'll still hold interest in this story in a few weeks time. I decided to make this work as a oneshot that could be continued, since I never finish stories.

I've loved Harry Potter since I was in 2nd grade, which was nearly 2 decades ago (damn), so I have a feeling this could be updated at SOME point, more likely than my other stories.

This story will follow very closely to the book, and I will of course be taking lines directly from the book, so I hereby relinquish ownership of this story(I'd do that anyways), as it belongs to J.K. Rowling's wonderful brain, aside from the aspects that I will obviously bring to the story.

Also this is a rated M for SEX and language. TY peeps.

~~~ I Wish You Only Peace and Happiness~~~

"…and now Hagrid's just shown me what's coming in the first task, and its dragons, Sirius, AND I'm a goner," Harry said desperately.

Sirius looked at him, eyes full of concern, eyes that had not yet lost the look that Azkaban had given them—that deadened, haunted look. He had let Harry talk himself into silence without interruption, but now he said, "Dragons we can deal with Harry, especially if you ask Hermione, she's bound to know something. If I learned anything from out little adventure last year Harry, it's that she's smarter than you, Ron and myself combined," Harry couldn't help but smile here, "and besides, you mentioned that Ron's being a right prat right now so forget about him until his arse turns round. Look I haven't got much time left I broke into someone's house to contact you. I must tell you about something, a warning really."

Harry's heart was now annoyingly pounding in his throat. He had been the reason Sirius had risked his freedom to contact him… if he was caught he'd never forgive himself. What was Sirius doing risking everything in a foreigner's house right now? He'd hoped this warning was well worth the risk, and the anticipation as Sirius paused to collect his thoughts was nearly unbearable.

"Karkaroff," said Sirius. "Harry, he was a Death Eater. You know what Death Eaters are, don't you?" "Yes — he — what?" "He was caught, he was in Azkaban with me, but he got released. I'd bet everything that's why Dumbledore wanted an Auror at Hogwarts this year — to keep an eye on him. Moody caught Karkaroff. Put him into Azkaban in the first place."

Harry's brain seemed to be in slow motion as he struggled to process what he had just heard. Karkaroff, the headmaster of a major school of magic, used to be part of a fucking cult that had aided in the death of his parents? AND he was a free man?

"Karkaroff got released? Why did they release him?" Harry asked slowly, as if not wanting to hear Sirius's answer. "He did a deal with the Ministry of Magic," said Sirius bitterly.

"He said he'd seen the error of his ways, and then he named names . . . he put a load of other people into Azkaban in his place. And since he got out, from what I can tell, he's been teaching the Dark Arts to every student who passes through that school of his. So watch out for the Durmstrang champion as well."

"Krum? No I don't think Krum would do any harm, I mean he's a World-Class Seeker, he wouldn't do anything to tarnish his reputation too much would he?"

"Look, Harry" said Sirius, clearly growing impatient. "All I'm saying is be careful, and trust now one except you're closest friends, even the rest of Gryffindor house could be at fault here. Yes I know it sounds crazy, but everyone there has been incredibly quick to doubt your motives, so they may not like your popularity." which shut down an incredulous look from Harry. He knew this was true, even the non-Slytherins thought he had entered his name in the Goblet of Fire for popularity. It was quite beginning to piss him off.

Harry thought more about what he said, and decided that for Sirius's sake, he would TRY and stay out of trouble, for as much help as that would do. "All right Sirius I'll be careful, but can you at least tell me what Karkaroff—"

Suddenly he heard a pair of feet on the Boy's staircase. "Sirius someone's coming! You have to leave!" Harry said urgently.

"Keep your friends close Harry, and especially the girl! She'll likely save your life—" But by then Harry had covered Sirius's face with the rest of the coals in the fire and he was gone. Who the hell had decided to go for a stroll at one o'clock in the morning?

It was Ron. Dressed in his maroon paisley pajamas, Ron stopped dead facing Harry across the room, and looked around. "Who were you talking to?" he said. "What's that got to do with you?" Harry snarled. "What are you doing down here at this time of night?" "I just wondered where you —" Ron broke off, shrugging. "Nothing. I'm going back to bed."

"Just thought you'd come nosing around, did you?" Harry barked. "At one in the morning you knew I was out so you HAD to know exactly what I was up to, to see if I was going to pull another publicity stunt huh? Well go fuck yourself Ron!"

Harry stared and Ron for a couple seconds while Ron stared back, mouth slightly agape, as if to say something. Harry then promptly stormed across the room, and flew up the stairs into his four poster bed, and drew the curtains so tightly that he snapped one of the rings on it.

"Aww shit…" Harry sighed, "Reparo" he whispered as the fallen curtain flew up and returned to it's place on the bar attached to his bed.

Harry lay awake for a long while, and around ten minutes later, Ron trudged up the stairs, muttering under his breath about something to do with "bloody traitors" and "sycophants". Harry lay there stewing as Ron thumped into bed, and he started thinking about what Sirius had said to him.

What was he going to do if Karkaroff was really a Death Eater? Was Karkaroff still sympathetic to Voldemort? Would he still have a grudge against Harry for bringing about his disappearance? Sirius's talk seemed to have only raised more questions for him. And what was with his constant repetition of sticking close to Hermione? Harry already believed he did that quite well thank you very much, seeing as his only other good friend had decided to ditch him because of the pettiest reason in the fucking world.

~~~ IWYOPaH~~~

Harry got up on Sunday morning and dressed so inattentively that it was a while before he realized he was trying to pull his hat onto his foot instead of his sock. When he'd finally got all his clothes on the right parts of his body, he hurried off to find Hermione, locating her at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, where she was eating breakfast with Ginny. Feeling too queasy to eat, Harry waited until Hermione had swallowed her last spoonful of porridge, then dragged her out onto the grounds. There, he told her all about the dragons, and about everything Sirius had said, while they took another long walk around the lake.

Hermione seemed to think that Karkaroff was unimportant, and seemed to think that the dragons were what he should focus on right now. Though Harry acted hurt sarcastically at the fact the Hermione card so little that a Death Eater was at the school, likely to stay close to him, he silently agreed that the dragons being the more immediate problem, seeing that if Karkaroff was a threat, he would have done something by now.

"Let's just try and keep you alive until Tuesday evening," Hermione said desperately, as she shot looks of worry towards Harry every now and again.

They walked three times around the lake, trying all the way to think of a simple spell that would subdue a dragon. Nothing whatsoever occurred to them, so they retired to the library instead. Here, Harry pulled down every book he could find on dragons, and both of them set to work searching through the large pile.

"'Talon-clipping by charms . . . treating scale-rot . . .' This is no good, this is for nutters like Hagrid who want to keep them healthy. . . . alright how about this 'Dragons are extremely difficult to slay, owing to the ancient magic that imbues their thick hides, which none but the most powerful spells can penetrate . . .' But Sirius said a simple one would do it. . . ."

"Let's try some simple spellbooks, then," said Harry, throwing aside Men Who Love Dragons Too Much. He returned to the table with a pile of spellbooks, set them down, and began to flick through each in turn, Hermione whispering nonstop at his elbow. "Well, there are Switching Spells . . . but what's the point of Switching it? Unless you swapped its fangs for wine-gums or something that would make it less dangerous. . . . The trouble is, like that book said, not much is going to get through a dragon's hide. . . . I'd say Transfigure it, but something that big, you really haven't got a hope, I doubt even Professor McGonagall . . . unless you're supposed to put the spell on yourself? Maybe to give yourself extra powers? But they're not simple spells, I mean, we haven't done any of those in class, I only know about them because I've been doing O.W.L. practice papers. . . ."

"Hermione," Harry said, through gritted teeth, "will you shut up for a bit, please? I'm trying to fucking concentrate." Hermione quickly shut her mouth at that and adopted a cold look. "Shit Hermione, look, I'm sorry for cuss—"

"Save it Harry," she snapped, "I was just here trying to be a good friend, and help you to figure out a giant problem, but I suppose you don't appreciate—"

"Of course I do Hermione," said Harry desperately, "I just…uh…look, I lost my temper, alright? I'm just so stressed out about this whole Triwizard Tournament thing that I'm completely wound up. I swear I'll never treat you like that again, it was just a burst, I couldn't control it!"

Hermione sighed tiredly "I know Harry, I'm also just really scared for you, I just don't want anything to happen to you, that's all. And of course I know you are probably more worried than I am, I mean obviously. So why don't I try to take your mind off of it?" Hermione said trailing off near the end.

"What do you mean take my mind off of—OUCH" Harry exclaimed, as Hermione poked him in the ribs hard, giggling as she did so.

"Oh no you fucking didn't," Harry growled, as he quickly prepared his plan of action. He began poking Hermione from all sides as fast as lighting, as she burst out in a fit of high pitched giggles quite unlike Hermione. Harry quite like the sound of it. First he poked her ribs, then her arms and legs, and finally, he put his two index fingers on either side of her torso, just under her ribcage, pushed in hard and shouted "STUNNER" so loud that everyone in the library jolted and stared at them.

Hermione stopped giggling and gasped for breath as she clutched her sides in mirth and in pain. Madam Pince immediately trotted over and started to yell about the racket they were causing, and unceremoniously dumped them outside the library. "Harry, I am SO going to get you back for that someday, you are going to GET it Mister Potter!" She said, half angry at being kicked out of the library, and half laughing as she thought about the events that had just transpired.

She was lost deep in thought as she and Harry started off for the Gryffindor Common Room. "Damn that really hurt, but that also was the most fun I've ever had with someone. Even Ron can be such a bore sometimes. Harry is just so damn unpredictable…and the way he flies that broom of his, he looks even better than Krum did on his…OH" Her train of thought was snapped when Harry said, "Barefoot Pixies!" to the Fat Lady, and she promptly swung the portrait door open.

It had suddenly hit Hermione just before she passed through the portrait hole. "Shit Harry," Harry turned to her, quite surprised at her choice of words, and she started to shake him vigorously by the shoulders, "I just realized what we could use against the dragon! Harry I know what to use, I know what to—"

"Hermione please get to the point before I get a concussion from you shaking me." Harry pleaded.

"Oh alright you," said Hermione, clearly enthusiastic about her idea. "Harry, lemme ask you a question. What do you think you are best at in this world?"

Harry looked at her quizzically "Er—I suppose not dying might be one…"

"No, no you idiot, I mean what are you best at, like at school?" She said excitedly.

"Well I suppose, er, I suppose I would have to say… Charms, no maybe Divination, because I have top marks in that class, even if I do make everything up…" and Harry trailed off, clearly overthinking the question.

Hermione quickly lost her grin and threw her arms up in frustration. "No and definitely no you dolt. I mean flying. You are an absolutely stunning Seeker Harry, and everybody knows Seeker's have to be the best flyer's aside from Chaser's. You can fly against the dragon Harry!" She said, once again excited.

"Yes but… I'm only allowed a wand… so how the fuck am I supposed to fly with my trusty wand in my pocket, I definitely don't know any flying spells…" he then caught the fire in Hermione's eye and thought faster, " buuuuut, we did just learn the… what spell was that… oh the Summoning Spell, that's right! Professor Flitwick taught us that!" And Harry was glad to see he finally answered something right in this conversation as Hermione's face finally lit up.

"Exactly! So you could summon your broom when you are fighting the dragon, assuming it's outdoors, which I'm sure it will be. I mean they can't expect you to fight the dragon inside Hogwarts so it should be outside!"

"One problem Hermione." Harry mumbled gloomily.

"What's that?"

"I'm bloody rubbish at the Summoning Spell, I mean you've seen me in class right, all I could do was get a couple of pillows to roll towards me and—" Harry stopped talking as Hermione was throwing him an extremely exasperated glare.

"Harry, of course I've seen you, now if you'd just shut up, you would let me help you with the spell as soon as we can and we can all be happy!" Hermione shouted exasperatedly.

Harry just stared at her, as though she'd suddenly grown antlers. He finally pulled his head out of his arse and said "You—You'd really be willing to help? Even with the workload you have, I know you said your Arithmancy homework would be harder than usual now, what with Professor Septima wanting to prepare you for your owls…"

"Harry," Hermione groaned as she smiled, "haven't I always been able to take care of myself?"

And that was that.

~~~ IWYOPaH~~~

And so they practiced. They didn't have lunch, but headed for a free classroom, where Harry tried with all his might to make various objects fly across the room toward him. He was still having problems. The books and quills kept losing heart halfway across the room and dropping like stones to the floor.

"Concentrate, Harry, concentrate. . . ."

"What d'you think I'm trying to do?" said Harry angrily. "A great big dragon keeps popping up in my head for some reason. . . . Okay, try again. . . ." He wanted to skip Divination to keep practicing, but Hermione refused point-blank to skive off Arithmancy, and there was no point in staying without her.

He therefore had to endure over an hour of Professor Trelawney, who spent half the lesson telling everyone that the position of the planets at that moment meant that people born in July, with jet-black hair were in great danger of sudden, violent deaths.

"Well I suppose that's nice, ONLY as long as it's sudden, I wouldn't want to feel any pain would I," said Harry loudly.

In the corner, sitting next to Lavender Brown, Ron snorted loudly, but quickly passed it off as a sneeze, as if he suddenly remembered he wasn't speaking to Harry. Harry couldn't even bring himself to look at Ron, so he just stood up and sharply left the sleep-inducing aroma of the Divination classroom behind.

He ended up sneaking off to the empty classroom once again, waiting for Hermione to come back from dinner, which he had skipped due to being so furious with Ron.

They kept practicing until past midnight. They would have stayed longer, but Peeves turned up and, pretending to think that Harry wanted things thrown at him, started chucking chairs across the room. Harry and Hermione left in a hurry before the noise attracted Filch, and went back to the Gryffindor common room, which was now mercifully empty. At two o'clock in the morning, Harry stood near the fireplace, surrounded by heaps of objects: books, quills, several upturned chairs, an old set of Gobstones, and Neville's toad, Trevor.

Only in the last hour had Harry really got the hang of the Summoning Charm. "That's better, Harry, that's loads better," Hermione said, looking exhausted but very pleased. "Well, now we know what to do next time I can't manage a spell," Harry said, throwing a rune dictionary back to Hermione, so he could try again. He raised his wand once more. "Accio Dictionary!" The heavy book soared out of Hermione's hand, flew across the room, and Harry caught it.

"Harry, I really think you've got it!" said Hermione delightedly.

"I have haven't I?" exclaimed Harry excitedly, as he pumped his fist in the air in celebration and took a victory lap around the room. He stopped again in front of Hermione who was laughing tiredly as he grinned goofily at her. "I just hope I'll be able to summon it all the way from the grounds, I mean the Gryffindor Tower isn't exactly as close as that dictionary was…"

"That doesn't matter," said Hermione firmly "Just as long as you're concentrating really, really hard on it, it'll come. Harry, we'd better get some sleep . . . you're going to need it." Hermione made for the Girl's Dormitory staircase wearily but happily, but was suddenly stopped by Harry who gripped her shoulders from behind her.

Hermione turned around questioningly, but was soon tackled by Harry as he engulfed her in a gargantuan bear hug, reminiscent of Hagrid's. "Thanks, so much Hermione—no really," as Hermione vehemently tried to turn down his thanks, "I never would have been able to get that charm down if you hadn't helped me out so much. I mean you sacrificed nearly a whole day doing this with me." For an instant Harry's mind flitted to a memory of Cho Chang smiling at him, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Hermione had turned a bright red as she raised her arms and pressed them tightly round Harry as she returned the hug. "Harry honestly, anyone in my position would have done the same thing, of course…" she tried to say, before Harry cut her off.

"That's not true at all, and you know that. There are certain other people who would rather be concerned with the charms of one Lavender Brown than that of his own best friend." said Harry, not mentioning Ron by name, but not doing very well to conceal the identity of the subject of his malice.

If Hermione understood him or not she didn't say anything, but her lips seemed to grown thinner. "Oh Harry, you'll do great out there tomorrow, I'm sure of it." she said meekly, still trying to be modest.

Harry just sighed in defeat. "Never one to take a compliment without a fight are you Hermione? Well alright then but I still wanted to say I hope you don't think I don't realize how much you are helping me." And with that he pulled her into another hug, this time it was somewhat softer than his previous one. He buried his face in her hair, enjoying himself for a small moment, and withdrew and turned towards the Boy's dormitory.

"Oh and one last question Hermione." said Harry.

"What's that?" said Hermione questioningly.

"Has your hair always smelled like coconut?"

And at that, Hermione blushed harder than she had been before, and dashed up the stairs to the Girl's dormitory, leaving behind a very confused Harry.

~~~ IWYOPaH~~~

Harry was now extremely panicked. In the Great Hall eating breakfast, all confidence he had worked up the previous night was completely gone. He had told Hermione that he hadn't practiced that damn charm enough! Hadn't he? Now that he thought about it, maybe he didn't actually say that to Hermione…and now he couldn't even eat the porridge that was laid out for him this morning. He began to force feed himself, trying to get down as much food as he could without getting sick.

"I am smack dab in the middle of a sinking boat right now. AND with Dudley on board," Harry muttered to himself, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Why does Hermione still have to be asleep right now. Otherwise she never goes to sleep, she's like a bloody vampire… I mean-"

"Oi, Potter! Like the new addition to the badges? I thought they were rather witty myself…" snarled a familiar voice.

Harry turned around and saw Draco Malfoy, grinning like an idiot, his hand to his chest as he kept squeezing the 'POTTER STINKS' badges, looking down as it displayed the new addition. Now, in addition to the "SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY', there was now read 'EAT SPIKES POTTER', which Harry assumed referred to the dragon. Harry was unsure how Malfoy knew about the dragon, but he didn't have the energy to throw back a witty insult, so he simply grimaced and turned back to his porridge.

Malfoy howled with laughter, thinking he had gotten to Harry, and walked down the Great Hall, showing the badge to anyone who would turn their heads.

Pretty soon, Professor McGonagall was hurrying over to him at the Gryffindor Table. Everybody's eyes seemed to rest on her as she stopped in front of Harry.

"Potter, the champions have to report to the premises of the first task. It's down on the grounds, as you likely already know," Harry nodded, "and… good luck Potter."

Harry nodded slightly and tried to force a smile onto his face, which ended up looking as though he had lost a tooth while eating breakfast. His stomach now felt as though it was sitting in his throat as he followed Professor McGonagall to the holding area. She was leading him toward the place where the dragons were, around the edge of the forest, but when they approached the clump of trees behind which the enclosure would be clearly visible, Harry saw that a giant tent, nearly half as large as the Great Hall had been established, its entrance facing them, screening the dragons from view.

Professor McGonagall sent him off, and he then stepped inside the tent to find Mr. Bagman, along with the other three champions waiting for him. Harry took a good look around the tent, and it seemed to be one big room, with the four corners being sectioned off, bearing the colors of the different schools. For Cedric and Harry, they were instead painted with their House colors. Harry assumed these were the resting area, until their turn came up for the task.

Suddenly, Ludo Bagman appeared, holding a large pouch, which seemed to be smoking and thrashing. After Bagman said hello and had them choose their dragon from the pouch, he informed them that their task was to retrieve the egg they were hiding. Harry looked down at his dragon, the Hungarian Horntail, and thought about what Charlie had said about the bronze spikes on the tail, and then thought back to Malfoy. How had Malfoy known he was going to get the dragon with spikes? It seemed only obvious that the dragon was the subject of Malfoy's new spin on his badges.

"Ah well," Harry thought to himself, "not like it matters to me now. I just need to focus on getting past this bloody dragon in one piece. This one, gigantic, man-killing machine determined to rip me apart. Fuck me." Harry was getting more nervous by the second as he went to his designated corner and pulled the curtain shut. He cast a silencing charm at the curtain so no one could hear him, and at the same time, he started hearing the hundreds of students begin to start filing into the stands a mere hundred meters away.

As soon as Harry was starting to calm his nerves, Bagman had started addressing the crowd through his magically magnified voice. It seemed his speech was travelling at nearly a hundred miles an hour, because soon Bagman called Cedric's name, and he heard Cedric pull his curtain over and walk slowly to the exit of the tent. A few minutes later he could hear Bagman begin to announce what Cedric was doing, hearing the crowd's cheering and gasping collectively.

Harry's hands started to feel clammy. He was now extremely curious as to who entered him into the Goblet of Fire, because if they wanted to kill him, he was convinced they would get their wish in about an hour or so. "I wonder if Cedric's alright, I haven't heard anything yet. The crowd's been pretty flat…maybe Cedric is having a hard time getting close to his—"

Harry's train of thought was suddenly interrupted as he heard a noise just behind him in the tent. It was a loud rustling noise, and he heard the canvas in the corner of the tent tear slowly, as if someone was trying to get in. Harry pulled out his wand immediately, not thinking to call anyone else, in case it happened to be his imagination.

The fabric kept tearing, and he saw a small figure with a walk in. he stepped backwards, wand pointed straight at this figure, thinking that it's size may be a trick to let his guard down, but then let out a sigh of relief as Hermione stepped into the light of the tent.

"Blimey, Hermione, you nearly made me shite my pants you did." Harry said weakly as Hermione giggled brightly.

"What are you doing here right now, you can't be in here. I would've thought you'd have know that." Hermione made to answer before Harry interrupted again. "And where the hell were you at breakfast, I thought you were gonna come down and eat with me!" Harry finished.

"Well I was going to but you know, I was just spending a little bit of time…tidying up." At this, Harry noticed that Hermione had her hair curled a little, with some combed back so that she looked more tame that usual. She also had on a red and black raincoat, which was very form fitting. She looked like a Muggle model showing off winter clothes. Harry couldn't stop his eyes from roaming further downwards, as she also had on jeans that ran down her slender legs. Hermione didn't seem to notice what Harry was doing, or if she did, she pretended not to, and she continued, "I mean, I didn't want to look absolutely barking for the first task did I. I spent all night up practicing with you so if I hadn't I would've looked as though I hadn't showered. And my hair, oh my hair…" she trailed off momentarily, "Besides I wanted to come here to wish you luck... and see how you were doing."

Harry, who shook himself out of his reverie, then had to quickly respond "Oh you know I'm doing just fine, of course, fine considering I'm about to face a fifty foot dragon and have my guts splayed all over the Hogwarts grounds any minute now—"

"Oh Harry you'll be just fine, we practiced all night, and you've really got the charm down! Besides, I would never doubt your skills to fly any day, even if it is against a giant dragon."

"You aren't making me feel much better Hermione…" said Harry exasperatedly.

"Well fine then," started Hermione testily, but then softened her tone, "I think I might know a way for you to calm down all right?"

"And what's that exactly?

"Why don't you sit down Harry?" asked Hermione. When Harry just shot her a confused look, she sighed internally. "I might know a spell that'll help you calm down, but you just need to sit down and act calm first" she said.

"Oh alright fine, but I really hope this spell of yours works Hermione, because I really need to settle down right now, my mind's spinning, and I think Cedric may have just been injured," he stopped as he heard a loud gasp from the crowd. "And—"

"Harry," Hermione interjected, "Sit. Down. Now," she said firmly, saying each word separately.

Harry stopped and stared at her, bemused at Hermione's tone. He pulled a chair from the corner of the room towards him and sat down. Hermione did the same, and sat directly across from him, a few feet away.

She was staring at him intensely, so much so that he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "So…um…what's this method you have to help me calm down exactly?" He said to break the silence that had fallen between them.

Hermione seemed to come back to her senses, and realized that she was staring at Harry for far too long. "Oh—right of course. Well, I believe I have a foolproof method of helping you calm down Harry. I think it will benefit you greatly…and may help me to find out if it actually works consistently," she said, now not looking Harry in the eye.

"Well, alright, what is this method? Is it safe?" Harry asked, now completely perplexed.

"Oh no it's perfectly safe, in terms of health, but I just don't know if it actually works well yet, so it's a kind of…experiment, I guess you could say," Hermione said tentatively.

Harry was now extremely confused, but decided to take Hermione's word for it. "Alright, well if it's safe I guess I might as well try it, can't hurt my chances against a giant dragon I suppose…" he said, trailing off morosely. Hermione seemed to catch his mood change, and she quickly tried to brighten the atmosphere by smiling largely and laughing at his words.

"Alright then Harry, you should close your eyes, and take a few deep breaths. I want you to be as completely calm as possible when I try this out, okay?"

"Fine, I'll do my best," said Harry, now rather nervous of what was to come. He closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths, in, and out, then in again, until he heard Hermione ask quietly "Ready?"

He nodded slightly, eyes still closed, and waited for a second, before he was caught completely off guard.

Hermione had gotten up from her chair, put her hand on his shoulder, leaned down from the waist and pressed her lips on Harry's firmly. Harry was so surprised by this that it stayed that way for about 2 seconds before he realized what was happening. Harry's eyes flew open and he pushed Hermione slightly away, who was red-faced and now looked a little hurt.

"Hermione, what… what the hell are you doing?" he exclaimed.

"I—I just thought that if I kissed you, you might release a bit of tension… I mean—you know boys, how they are" she said embarrassedly, "besides, I—I thought you kinda liked me, I mean, did I read wrong? Didn't you comment about my hair last night? Then we had that hug before that, and it just seemed… I dunno… different than the other hugs… and—and…well don't you think so?" Hermione finished. She looked hopefully at Harry, a fiery look on her face that showed she stood behind what she said…and was challenging him to disagree.

Harry simply sat there, cheeks equally as red as Hermione's now, and knew immediately what she had said was true. He had commented on her hair last night, and he had hugged Hermione extra tight yesterday, just so he could feel her pressed against him, unknowingly brushing Harry's lower extremities. He could remember feeling her wonderfully soft breasts squash against his chest. And he could not deny anything she had said truthfully. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

"You didn't read wrong Hermione, everything you mentioned was right." Hermione's expression immediately changed from the fiery expression to one of giddy happiness.

"Really? I mean—Really? Do you mean that Harry? Oh of course you do, you wouldn't joke about something like that… would you?" He shook his head while laughing at her. "Oh my god, Oh my god I can't believe this. You said you liked me Harry. You said it, just now you said you liked me—"

"Yes, I know I did," said Harry, now slightly bemused as she ranted, "I know I said I like you, but what now?"

Hermione stopped dead, as if she hadn't thought of that "What now? Hmm, what now, I—I guess… um… could I…could I kiss you now?" She asked nervously.

Harry grinned "Who am I to deny the fine lady what she desires." And with that, he grabbed the back of Hermione's head, looked into her eyes with a moment, and crushed his lips against hers.

He seemed to forget that soon he would be going to fight a dragon, and that he might die by doing so. He felt only her on his lips, one arm in her beautiful hair, another finding a way behind her back, and pulling her into his lap as he sat on his chair. She giggled lightly against his lips, but then gave a slight moan of longing as she pressed her lips to his with renewed force, as one of her hands cupped Harry's cheek.

It seemed that the kiss last for ages, and Hermione was beginning to feel faint. Hermione at last pulled away, gasping for breath. Harry continued to kiss along her jaw, and down her neck. He attached himself to her pulse point, just under her jaw, and started to suck on it.

"Harry, oh my god, keep kissing me there, keep—ooh yes please keep kissing me there," she begged, almost bursting with pent up pleasure. She began to run her hands down Harry's chest as she straddled him in his chair. She was surprised to find that he wasn't only skinny, but he was extremely toned, as she ran her hands down his chest muscles. Harry now switched from kissing her neck to nibbling on her earlobe. Hermione's jeans now felt extra right, and she had a sudden urge to take them off.

No I'd better wait till later, I don't think I want to do that in the middle of a tent. For Harry however…. She paused for a second, then slid her hands further down Harry's chest, down to his abs, and she felt the light V that disappeared under his trousers. Harry pulled away and looked at her. "Hermione, what are you—" He was cut off abruptly as Hermione slipped her hand into his trousers and wrapped her hand around the base of his now rock hard erection. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that the thickness of his body was not proportional to his size down there. He sharply inhaled and Hermione looked him in his eyes. "H-Hermione, your hand is cold as shit right now," he said, trying to sound normal as her hand felt like ice around his penis.

"Oh shit, sorry Harry!" Hermione pointed her wand quickly at her hand, still wrapped around him, and it instantly warmed to the touch. "Harry," she started softly, "will you let me calm you down?" He nodded slightly, eyes closed, with his hands still wrapped in her hair.

Hermione removed her hand from his pants, and got off the chair on which she was straddling him. She then pointed her wand at Harry's pants, and they flew off into the corner of their little cubicle of the tent. She then produced a thick vial of Droopies Sensation-Increasing potion (Droobles had forayed into the adult business when they figured out that one of their Best-Blowing Gum recipes could also be used as an effective contraceptive, but of course didn't want to share the name of a kid's bubble gum company). She glanced at Harry, who was still waiting with his eyes closed, hands now clutching the side of the chair expectantly.

She poured a bit of the potion onto her hands, which had taken on a jelly-like consistency, and she massaged it into her hands. It gave off the distinct aroma of strawberries and watermelons. As soon as it spread onto her hands, she got on her knees to Harry's right, and wrapped her hand around the hilt of his cock again. Harry twitched, and moaned, and Hermione was sure that he had felt the potion's effects. The pleasure of having Hermione's hand gripping him seemed to be magnified tenfold from what it was before.

Hermione then moved her hand up and down his length once, and Harry nearly burst right there. He moaned loudly. It took all his control no to release right then and there. Hermione slowly began to increase her strokes as he fought to keep Hermione jacking him off as long as possible. Hermione began to increase her speed even more, now on beat with the song now playing outside, which indicated that Fleur had just finished with her dragon, and now Krum was up.

Hermione paused for a second then switched hands, and moving the one that had just been jacking him to cup his balls. Harry couldn't take it anymore, and as Hermione started to squeeze his balls and stroke his cock at the same time, he came so hard he thought his head would explode.

As jets of hot cum flew of his member and onto the tent floor, Hermione stroked even faster, and Harry twitched, his body slightly curling up as ropes of semen shot out every half second or so. When he had finished, he sighed, and leaned back in his chair, staring at Hermione, who was now sniffing her hands, as they now smelled of strawberries and sex. "You know what Harry, I think I'll just preserve this smell for later use."

"Wait, what?" said Harry with incredulity, "You can preserve a smell?"

"Oh yes, it's simple magic really. It becomes especially simple when the smell triggers such…strong memories." She smiled slyly. Harry blushed lightly. "So, how do you feel," she asked slowly, "I mean, that was a big reason why I did that," she said, knowing that was only partly true.

"Well," started Harry, as Hermione produced a vial and started muttering under her breath, and pointing it at her hands, "I really could just go straight to sleep right now, so I guess that helped to calm me down. But I don't think I could fight a dragon while asleep."

Hermione started laughing and rose from her knees beside Harry. She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, and pulled away. "There, that a little better?"

Harry, whose heart was now racing again, simply mumbled in agreement, and he stood up. "Wait Hermione, we can't just leave my cum on the tent floor like this," he said as he looked down, "I mean won't someone find it?" He was now staring at a beetle that had apparently gotten hit by a spurt, which was on its back, covered in spunk and trying to right itself.

"So what if they do Harry? Besides, it will probably have dried out by the time someone comes in here," she said, grinning slyly.

Harry just chuckled. "I gotta say Hermione; I did not expect you to be this naughty."

"Well, just because I don't sleep with every guy who looks at me like Hannah Abbott doesn't mean I can't play dirty." Harry was now roaring with laughter. "Come on Harry, I think Viktor is nearly done, time for you shine! Just remember what we've practice okay, you got to say 'Accio' with force, and think clearly about what you want to summon—"

"Yes Mum," Harry interrupted rolling his eyes. Hermione pushed him in the chest, but was also smiling slightly. "Come on, Hermione, you have to leave, nobody can know that you were in here." With one last smile at her, she ducked out of the flap in the tent. As he heard her footsteps disappearing, he turned towards the curtain separating him from the rest of the tent and stepped through. He left his secluded corner, ready to face the first task, with his semen on the floor, and the beetle had now righted itself, moving like a mosquito in amber.