There was NOT an update to this story. A reviewer pointed out that I had left the story on a very unsatisfactory note so I decided to remove the last chapter until I can get back and update the story.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, I do not own these characters, I just choose to play with them in my sandbox. This chapter contains direct verbiage from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Why this story came about. I have read several Harry/Multiple Girlfriend/wives stories and they all seem to turn to where Harry controls them or pure smut at sometime or another. I want to try to write a story that actually looks at the issues that might arise in a situation like. I will be keeping this T rated, so don't expect lemony scenes. Yes sex in general will be discussed, but it will not be graphic in nature. I expect to hit the upper ceiling of T but I want to keep it out of the M rating.
A/N: One thing about speech. When two French people are speaking to each other presume they are speaking French. I will not accent those sentences. This is a later chapter decision and I'm currently changing earlier chapter so you might still see this sometime. As for the actual French accent...all I can do is truly apologize to those who do speak the language. Though I have had help from several people with it, I know it's still butchered.
It had been a long day for Harry Potter. The bespectacled fourteen year old boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes sat down heavily at the Gryffindor table with his friends. It was October thirtieth, the day before Halloween, a day that all the students of Hogwarts had been waiting for all year. The day the Triwizard tournament would begin.
"It's not that cold," said Hermione defensively as she motioned to the table where the Beauxbatons students had taken seats at the Ravenclaw table.. "Why didn't they bring cloaks?"
Ron, of course was ignoring her. He only had eyes for the Durmstrang students and his hero Victor Krum.
"Over here! Come and sit over here!" Ron hissed. "Over here! Hermione, budge up, make a space -"
"Too late," said Ron bitterly as he watched the Durmstrang students walk past and settle at the Slytherin table.
Harry glanced that way and could see the smug look on Malfoy's and his cronies' faces. He tried to ignore Malfoy leaning over to speak to Krum, but Ron couldn't ignore it.
"Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him, Malfoy," said Ron scathingly. "I bet Krum can see right through him, though. . . bet he gets people fawning over him all the time.. . . Where d'you reckon they're going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry. . . I wouldn't mind giving him my bed, I could kip on a camp bed."
Hermione snorted at Ron's antics.
"They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot," Harry said as he looked back at the blue robed students.
Ron was paying attention as he kept his eyes on Krum. "Eh.." was his only opinion.
Finally all had been seated and the staff took their seats. Dumbledore preceded the dinner with a welcoming speech to their guest and finally bid everyone to start the feast.
Harry looked at the table and noticed the house-elves had outdid themselves. There were a greater variety of dishes in front of them than Harry had ever seen, including several that were definitely foreign.
"What's that?" said Ron, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding.
"Bouillabaisse," said Hermione.
"Bless you," said Ron.
"It's French," said Hermione, "I had it on holiday summer before last. It's very nice."
"I'll take your word for it," said Ron, helping himself to black pudding.
Twenty minutes later, Harry saw Hagrid enter the Great Hall and called to him. After a verbal exchange about the skrewts, he turned back to his food. It wasn't long afterwards a female voice spoke up.
"Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?"
Harry looked toward the voice and found it belonged to a blue robed Beauxbatons student. She had long silvery-blonde hair that fell almost to her waist. Her eyes were deep blue and her even teeth were brilliant white.
Harry saw she was interested in the bowl of stew Hermione had described earlier. It was full and no one was interested in it. "Yeah, have it," said Harry, pushing the dish toward the girl.
As Harry's eyes quickly left the blonde girl, they found the dark hair of Cho Chang not realizing with that simple offer of stew, he'd set in motion events that would change his life.