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Warning: Underage. Harry is fourteen. See end of chapter for further warnings

Chapter 1

When the three champions had all started glowing gold about a minute after Cedric had entered the antechamber, they all immediately backed away from each other, making very sure there was no point of contact between them.

Clearly they all recognised what it was, although Cedric didn't know if it was from academic interest, or, like in his case, having been to a couple of weddings during his life. Either way Cedric easily recognised the wedding bond for what it was. Or more likely something akin to a wedding bond as none of them had initiated the proper ritual required.

They were standing in a triangle, all facing towards each other when they heard the door to the antechamber open again, then close, and one pair of light footsteps come down the stairs.

Cedric looked up and saw Harry Potter enter the room, also glowing gold, and was briefly entranced by how they light surrounding the waifish boy made him look incredibly delicate and faelike, but before any of them had a chance to say something, the Headmaster stormed into the room, closely followed by the Madame Maxime and Headmaster Karkaroff.

Cedric had never had much interaction with the Headmaster, but he was clearly furious, and Cedric was surprised that Potter did not back away from the man as he came to a stop not even a foot away from him. Despite his clear anger, Dumbledore spoke to Potter in a calm voice, "Harry I would like you to be completely honest with me. The repercussions of your answer are far more reaching than you could fathom. Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

And, what? What was Dumbledore asking? Had Potter also been chosen? It shouldn't be possible because he was 14 and Cedric was already the Hogwarts champion.

Before Cedric could contemplate this any further, Potter had shaken his head and replied firmly, "No, sir. Of course not. How could I?"

"Do no try to trick us, boy. Your name had to have come out somehow." Karkaroff spoke before Dumbledore had a chance to, sneering at Harry from behind the Headmaster.

Cedric lost his concentration for a moment as he became aware of a growing, stabbing pain emanating from his abdomen, that was growing more and more painful by the second.

Dumbledore reassuring Potter barely registered in his ears as he tried to work out the cause of his current discomfort. However, a sharp French voice brought his attention back to what was going on in the room. "Attendez. Are you trying to say this leetle boy 'ad his name come out of ze Coupe de Feu? 'Ow is this possible Professeur Dumbly-dore?" Delacour demanded.

"Harry was indeed chosen, but I think the more important question is, what has happened to you four. I notice none of you have touched each other." Dumbledore replied.

"Of course, they haven't, Dumbledore. I don't know what you teach your students, but mine at least know how to recognise a marriage bond." Karkaroff drawled. "Viktor would have made sure they stayed far away from each other."

Which was all well and good, but the pain had increased exponentially, and Cedric wrapped his hands tight around his stomach in a futile attempt to relieve it and hoped someone did something to stop it before it became any worse.

"I suspect this is less of a marriage bond, and instead another kind of magical binding, which makes it rather impressive that none of our students have succumbed to the growing pain they must be feeling." Dumbledore looked at them contemplatively, his eyes dragging between the three champions and Potter standing, stranded, between them and the three Heads of School.

"'Ow will you stop this Dumbly-door. We can not 'ave our champions bound to each other if they are each to compete in ze tournament."

"My dear Madame Maxime," Dumbledore replied, his voice finally rising above its normal level. "I don't know what you intend for me to do about it. This is magic far beyond any of our talents." He took a calming breath. "Now, I do believe our three of-age champions understand what is occurring here, and our youngest will have to be enlightened by them."

Cedric was barely registering the conversation any more, having fallen to his knees. He focused on Delacour's white knuckles where she was gripping the arms of the chair she was sitting in, and how Krum was leaning almost his whole body against the back of the same chair.

Potter had somehow managed to stay upright, still only a little distance from Dumbledore, and he jumped into the conversation again, "I'm not a real champion though. Someone else put my name in the Goblet." Cedric felt that he should care more, but at the moment his only concern was what the Headmaster was going to do to fix this situation.

"That is true Harry, but Mr Crouch is the expert on the rules and he says, despite the circumstances, your name did come out of the goblet so you do have to compete." Evidentially ignore it.

"We shall see about that Dumbledore. I thought your assurances meant something." Karkaroff drawled.

Dumbledore rounded on the other two Heads of School, "You might not be able to see it, but you each have one of your students, who are under your care, getting close to being crippled by the pain they are feeling from an incomplete primal magical bond. If I may finish so that they may be given a chance to alleviate that pain, it would be much appreciated."

Cedric brought his wrist up to his mouth to bite it so he wouldn't let out a groan of pain as he saw Dumbledore turn to Harry with a soft expression on his face. "We will explain the circumstances surrounding the tournament in the morning, if you would all come to my office after breakfast. Harry, you shall all be sleeping in the rooms at mid-way up the Astronomy Tower, you know the ones. Don't worry about your things, they shall be collected and delivered promptly. Harry I am also feeling partial to Cockroach Cluster. Thank you for your patience gentlemen and lady. Good night and good dreams."

And with that Dumbledore swept out of the room, ushering Karkaroff and Maxime ahead of him, and shut the door at the top of the stairs behind him with a slam.

Potter failed to move, and so Cedric ripped his arm away from his mouth, "Fucking Circe, Potter. Get over here before we all faint."

Potter quickly walked over to stand in front of Delacour, and failed to react fast enough when she reached out to grab his hand and bring it so all four of them were touching. The second they were all in contact the light flashed blindingly again, before dying completely, a couple sparks trailing up from their hands and along their arms before sinking into their skin.

Cedric stood up again, towering over Potter and Delacour still seated in the chair, and pulled out his wand to summon three of the chairs clumped around a table a short distance away, then fell into the one that came up behind him.

Krum had sunk down into his as well, while Potter had taken his seat facing them all, so they were arranged in a vague circle around the fire, all able to see the others. Cedric sighed deeply, and ran his hand over his face, then looked over at Potter, "I don't know how you stood that, Potter. It fucking hurt."

Potter shrugged and brought his knees up in front of him to sit curled up on the chair "I've had worse."

"Or per'aps it did not 'urt you as much because you are underage." Delacour snarked.

Potter just shrugged again.

Cedric looked over at Krum as he spoke for the first time. He had a deep voice, with an accent markedly different from Karkaroff's Russian one. "It no longer matters. Vhat does matter is our current situation."

"Yeah. Our situation. Fuck." Cedric didn't know what to do, or expect or even how to explain the 'situation' to his parents.

"Er- what is our situation. What did the glowing lights and stuff mean." Potter asked.

Cedric whipped his head around to look at Potter, who was peering back at them, his green eyes enormous behind his glasses, but Delacour spoke before he had a chance.

"'Ow do you not know zis. Every enfant de français can recognise a marriage bond." Delacour seemed to be taking the chance to be as condescending as possible, boding exceptionally well for their life together.

"Maybe every magical child, but I can't help that my only living relatives are muggles and I've never been to a wedding in my life." Potter's eyes flashed as he responded. "Anyway, I heard what Dumbledore said. What I'm asking, is why did he say it isn't exactly a marriage bond, and how do we break it."

"Potter. We cannot break it. Ever. Vhich is vhy I would like to know vhy Ms Delacour is being such a kuchka." Krum had said what Cedric would dearly like to voice, but didn't quite have the balls to say out loud."

Delacour flipped her blond hair behind her shoulder and raised her nose haughtily. "Because I am a Delacour. I am français. I am a Veela. I cannot be bonded to a Quidditch player, an Englishman and un garçon. Mon pere is the Minister, 'e cannot afford zis embarrasment."

"You know, I met the Bulgarian minister at the World cup. He's really nice. He offered to introduce me to Krum when I mentioned that I was a seeker." Potter shrugged. "Unless it's the paedophilia aspect that's worrying you. In which case go right ahead."

It took Cedric a minute to recognise the sarcasm that had just been delivered in a soft, deadpan voice. Because Potter had a point. Having been at school with the boy for four years meant that Cedric sometimes forgot that Harry Potter was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. He was internationally famous before he could even walk, and an idol for their entire generation. If anything, it was Cedric himself that was going to cause the most problems. But it wasn't something any of them could do anything about, so moving on was their only choice.

"How about" Cedric spoke over Delacour's reply. "How about we try not to come to any conclusions tonight, and instead go to bed and reassess in the morning. We obviously can't do anything now. Why don't we just try to get along. Potter, the Headmaster said something to you about a room."

"Right. Yeah. Let's go." Potter stood up from his chair, and with a jerk of his head indicated for them to follow. He lead them away from the entrance to the room, and instead over to a stretch of wall between two paintings, and tapped three of the bricks one after the other with his wand. The wall shimmered into a door, which Potter led them through.

The rest of their trip followed a similar pattern. Potter led them in and out of corridors and into hallways covered by tapestries, occasionally telling them to watch a trick step, or to skirt around a particular suit of armour. Cedric recognised the area of the castle when they came to a stop, but was surprised that a walk that should have taken at least twenty minutes had taken only half that, most of which had been through secret passages Cedric had no knowledge of.

The door to the room was unlocked, but there were four keys sitting on a table just inside the door, so Cedric immediately picked one up and locked the door behind them.

Their rooms were relatively simple, a space that was similar to a common room, just on a smaller scale, and only one door leading off from it. Cedric could see through to an excessively large bed, and another door that presumably led to a bathroom.

"Ve are sharing a bed. Your headmaster is crazy." For all that Cedric would like to maintain school pride, he honestly couldn't argue with Krum's remark.

"Yeah, completely barmy. But he's also a genius, and if we have to we can ask him to fix it tomorrow morning." Potter was in the room sitting cross legged on the bedspread, that was white, likely in an attempt to keep away from any house or school affiliations, that, paired with the dark wood of the rest of the furniture, gave the room a calm air. Potter was looking at the wall next to the door, that was out of Cedric's sight. "Diggory, you have a Cleansweep, don't you?"

Slightly confused at the abrupt topic chance, Cedric replied in the affirmative.

"Yeah, thought so. Er- Krum, do you have any identifying marks on your Firebolt?" Krum, instead of replying walked through the door to the bedroom, and Cedric followed behind him and quickly came to realise Potter's problem. On the wall, lying parallel to the floor in broom racks were three brooms. One of them was Cedric's Cleansweep Seven, while the other two were Firebolts, both in perfect condition as far as Cedric could see, and completely indistinguishable from the other.

Cedric huffed out a laugh. "Well this is a situation I never thought I'd ever be in. Having to compare between two international standard racing brooms."

Krum had come to stand closer to the brooms, peering at them closely from under his heavyset brows. "The other one is yours, yes, Potter?"

"Yeah."

"Mine is the one on top. See below the name, mine has my initials." Potter went over to the wall and stood on his tiptoes to look at where Krum was pointing.

"Okay, brilliant. It makes sense that yours is the one on top, because it would be kind of hard for me to reach it."

Potter smiled up at Krum, and Cedric saw the moment Krum fell under its spell like everyone it had been bestowed on before. Potter seemed to have no idea that his smile made him look unimaginably endearing, and it was a part of the reason all the teachers loved him so much, and was why he had a fan club among the younger members of each house, even Slytherins. Krum gave a small smile back, which was more of a slight upturn of his lips than anything else, but made Potter smile wider, before turning away to his trunk, that was lined up with two others against the wall underneath the brooms. Cedric recognised his own, and one he presumed was Krum's if the Durmstrang crest on the top was anything to go by.

He looked around and saw Delacour's was against the wall opposite the bathroom, sitting next to a pale blue dresser and vanity table. Cedric assumed Delacour had entered the bathroom at some point in the last five minutes as the door was shut and the sound of a running shower was coming through the door.

Cedric went to his own trunk and started looking through it to make sure that he house-elves who had delivered it had managed to collect everything from around his bed.

"Diggory. Do you have a book that would say anything about Bloodroots? Because surprise marriage bond or not, Snape would still love any chance to give me a detention." Cedric looked up at Potter who has his book bag slung over his shoulder and two books in his arms. "Normally I'd be sharing whatever Hermione got out of the library, but obviously she isn't here, so I just have to go with what I have."

Cedric did have a book that Potter that would most likely find useful and dug through his trunk to find it. "Here. It has a section on the poisonous aspects, but your other books probably have that. This one has a section later that talks about Herbology exceptions, and there's a part that says, unlike a good majority of poisonous plants, Bloodroot doesn't allow for an antidote to be derived from it. You could probably write at least a foot and a half from what the book says. Except its half past eleven, Potter, are you really going to be that productive?"

Potter smiled in thanks and shrugged. "I'm a bit of an insomniac. I don't often go to bed before twelve, and mostly after one, so I'll get in at least an hour of work. I should get half the essay done by then. Thanks for the book."

Cedric looked after Potter bemusedly as he left the bedroom and went to sit on one of the couches in front of the fire, arraying his books around him, and pulling out what Cedric recognised as a charms textbook to write on.

"He is… not vhat I expected." Cedric looked over at Krum who was pulling night clothes out of his trunk.

"Yeah. Everyone has that reaction. He came here in my third year, and we were all so excited, because Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts, and then this tiny child ends up in Gryffindor, and he's friendly, but so so shy, and no one had any idea what to do. He's an incredible flyer though." Cedric grinned across at Krum, "Honestly he could probably give you a run for your money. I know for a fact he can pull off a perfect Wronski Feint."

"I don't believe you. But it is no matter. I need to sleep. My parents, shall be here tomorrow." Krum stripped out of his formal school robes and uniform, and pulled on a singlet, and pair of flannel pyjama pants over his boxers. He climbed into bed as the door to the bathroom opened and Delacour walked out in a cloud of steam, dressed only in a short nightgown. Cedric had been trying his hardest to not look at the two of them, but he finally was unable to stop himself. They were both gorgeous, albeit in very different ways. Delacour clearly had some kind of Veela heritage, definitely within the last two generations, because she was classically beautiful in a way that was almost unnatural. Krum on the other hand had a very European, curved nose, but had a sharply defined face and jaw, that, when combined with his, clearly harshly trained, defined body, made a very appealing picture. And everyone was attracted to Potter on some level, because he took androgyny to a whole new level, and had enormous green eyes and look of innocence that almost anyone would love to corrupt.

If it truly ended up that Dumbledore had no way of fixing this, well, there were worse people to be stuck with for life. It was with this thought that Cedric quickly changed into his own nightclothes and climbed into the massive bed, quickly falling asleep despite the flickering firelight coming into the room from the living room.

Viktor woke up with a gorgeous blond pressed close to him on each side and petit brunet curled up on his chest. For all that the situation was ridiculous, at least there were some perks.

Viktor still wasn't sure that this wasn't some kind of test for the champions, to test their strength in the face of adversity, or perhaps temptation. He was mostly sure it wasn't, just because there was currently no existing way of recreating, or realistically faking, the gold light and the accompanying pain from last night without it backfiring incredibly. So perhaps Dumbledore had achieved a feat that no wizard had before in all of history, or he was telling the truth, and they were all bonded for the rest of their lives. It was honestly about 50/50 in his mind.

Hopefully Dumbledore would clarify when they went to his office this morning.

Both Diggory and Delacour began to stir, clearly being woken, as he had, by the light coming in the window. Delacour moaned softly and pushed her face further into his chest, while Diggory stretched his legs and arms, snapping his eyes open when his arm brushed against Potter.

"Oh Circe."

Diggory's voice clearly reminded Delacour of where she was, and she sighed before opening her eyes as well. All three of their eyes fell on the beautiful boy that was still asleep. "Merde. Il est trop mignon."

Viktor had to agree with Delacour, Potter did look very cute. His knees were drawn up in front of his chest, while both his arms were curled up under his head to act as a pillow.

"Too cute. Yeah. He's also fourteen." Diggory's voice was husky with sleep, but it was still clear that he lacked any conviction in his words.

"Fourteen. Putain. Chepás, he seemed very mature last night." Delacour replied.

"He's also incredibly stubborn and vaguely terrifying." And Diggory was much more certain about this.

"A challenge then." Viktor took the chance to enter the conversation, and Diggory just grinned in reply.

Before they could talk any more Potter, perhaps stirred by the rumble of Viktor's chest as he spoke, yawned, and reached up a fist to rub at his eyes. The same hand then started patting around Viktor's chest and the bed beside him, and all three of them watched before Diggory started slightly and grabbed Potter's glasses off the side table and passed them to him.

Potter pushed himself up so he was straddling Viktor's stomach and put the glasses on before opening his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, trying to wake himself up, then took of his glasses again and cleaned them with the hem of his oversized shirt, then put them back on his nose.

"Good morning."

And it's kind of shocking that Potter clearly has no idea what he looks like, wide-eyed, messy-haired, dressed only in an oversized shirt that hides his boxers. It's innocent and gorgeous and everything that Viktor would love to mess up, and it's clear from their earlier comments that his fellow Champions feel the same.

"Dobro utro."

Potter peered back at them all, looking between each of their faces. "Do you want me to see if I can get breakfast sent up here? 'Cause I don't really want to go to the Great Hall."

Viktor shrugged, not really caring either way, and so did Diggory. Delacour only asked that he ensure some fruit was included in their meal.

Potter nodded, then turned and crawled off the bed, showing off his tight arse obscenely. Diggory choked from next to him, obviously just as affected by the sight. Potter called an extremely excitable house-elf that was happy to bring them food, then went into the bathroom after collecting a towel and some clothes from his trunk.

As the door shut Viktor pulled himself up to sit against the headboard and Diggory and Delacour followed his lead. Diggory let out a deep breath of air. "Ok. A challenge. Absolutely."

Viktor spread his legs to allow for his morning erection to fill out again as he considered the possibilities. Potter on his knees, mouth and throat full of cock, with his brilliant green eyes tearing up… pressed against Delacour, whining into her mouth as she played with his tiny cock and pretty arse… him and Diggory fucking him from both ends, or both in one hole, stuffing him full 'till he cries… any of them bending him over or using his mouth at any time. "We will not try to break this bond then?"

"Non. But we will 'ave to work together or it will fall apart."

Yeah, Viktor could definitely see the perks of the situation.

Harry led the way to Dumbledore's office as the only one of them who had ever been there before. It was midway through first period, so it was unlikely they would run into any students, but Harry had made sure to stick to lesser used hallways and to stay far away from the bathroom older couples liked to sneak into.

As they came up to the familiar gargoyle Harry spoke the password the Headmaster had given him the night before, "Cockroach Cluster", and then continued on the moving staircase, looking over his shoulder to check the others were following.

At the top of the stairs, Dumbledore called them in before he could knock , and so Harry continued in to the surprisingly full room. A second look quickly revealed that Dumbledore was standing in front of his fireplace, Mr Diggory and a woman who was likely his wife were standing quite close to him, a woman who looked eerily like Fleur standing next to a short, rotund man were next to Dumbledore's desk, and a couple who were, judging by the other people in the room, Krum's parents, completed the loose circle, standing in front of one of the tables of spindly objects. Harry walked over to Dumbledore , skirting around the edge of the room, while the others went to greet their parents.

"Harry, my boy. How was your night." Dumbledore asked quietly.

Harry grinned wryly. "Eventful."

Dumbledore smiled back. "I can't argue with that. I would like you to trust me please, Harry, and not interrupt for the next few minutes."

"Of course, sir. I mean, sir, I already do."

Dumbledore's smile widened and the fond look in his eye increased. "Thank you, Harry." He then turned to face the room proper, raising his hand to call for quiet. "Good morning Mr Diggory, Mr Krum and Miss Delacour. I have already explained to your parents the salient points, including the fact that there is currently no way for the bond to be broken, and the likelihood of one being discovered is unlikely. Now, while the situation is unorthodox, proper protocol must be observed, and so I have given the use of my office to you all for the day. Lunch and afternoon tea shall be delivered, and you need only call at any time for refreshments and they shall be received."

Dumbledore then turned back to Harry, but spoke loud enough for the rest of the room to hear. "It is a curious power of the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW that their office becomes an entirely neutral, completely separate country, presumably so that they can meet with whomever they like no matter their country of origin or place of origin. Now, as soon as I leave I would like you to go and look under my desk and all shall become clear."

He smoothed a hand through Harry's hair, then turned and stepped into the fire, disappearing in a flash of green flame.

Harry only stared into the fire for a minute before he shook his head and walked to Dumbledore's desk, and looked into the space the Headmaster's feet would normally rest. He wasn't sure what he was looking at for a moment, but as his eyes focused he easily recognised the dark shape.

"Padfoot?!" Harry exclaimed. "Padfoot, is that you?"

Out from under the desk came the familiar form of Harry's godfather. He was in his animagus form, and looking much better. He was no longer as skinny, and his coat looked shiny and thick, unlike the tangled mess it had been at the end of last year.

"Come on, Siri, change back." Padfoot woofed, then seamlessly changed back into a man, kneeling opposite Harry. Harry barely had a chance to see his face before he was pulled into a tight hug that he gladly reciprocated.

He had missed Sirius, as, for all that they sent letters back and forth, actually seeing him face to face was so much better.

"How are you, Harry?" Sirius asked, his voice muffled by Harry's hair.

"Great! Or I was but…"

"Yeah. But. Don't worry. I'll make sure you come out of this okay."

"Thanks, Siri." Harry nuzzled his face into Sirius' shoulder, basking in his warm hug. In his excitement Harry had managed to forget everyone else in the room, so the sound of a cough startled him slightly.

"Mr Potter. Would you care to introduce us to your… friend?" Monsieur Delacour asked.

Harry pulled out of Sirius' hug reluctantly, and stood up to face the rest of the room. "Er- yeah. I will. Just remember what Dumbledore said about this room being a separate country or something."

M. and Mme Delacour and Mr Diggory all nodded, but M. Delacour was the only one to actually reply. "He meant that this office is a separate State with complete diplomatic immunity, Mr Potter."

"Yeah. Thanks. Ok, so that means um…" Harry trailed off, and just waved a Sirius to stand up. Sirius slung his left arm over Harry's shoulder, but kept his right on his wand, and Harry kept his own wand gripped tightly in his hand as well.

It was fortunate that they did so because both Mr Diggory and Mrs Krum had shot out a stupefy and what Harry barely recognised as a modified expelliarmus commonly used on the duelling circuit because it incorporated a sharp pain to make the recipient reflexively loosen their grip. Harry and Sirius had both put up a shield which reflected the two spells into the walls, but did not allow it to dispel, wary of further attacks.

"So that means" Harry continued. "that currently Sirius is not subject to any country's laws, and is, when in this office, a free man. He is also entirely innocent of every crime except breaking out of Azkaban, but I don't really expect you to believe me."

Sirius let his shield vanish and indicated for Harry to do the same. "I do love that you're protecting me, Harry, but I'm here to protect you today, and deal with the absolute disaster that is your life right now. Come, let's all sit down and have some tea."

Harry and Sirius moved around the desk and into one of the comfortable puffy chairs Dumbledore had most likely transfigured into place around a sturdy oak table that was reminiscent of the tables in the Great Hall. It was because of this that Harry wasn't surprised when tea, biscuits and finger sandwiches appeared arrayed around the table when everyone had sat down, each family unit taking a side of the square table, the Krum's across from him, and the Delacour's and Diggory's to Harry's left and right respectively.

"Well, isn't this cozy. How've you been, Amos?" Sirius asked cheerfully then turned to address Harry, "We went to Hogwarts at the same time you know, although he was a year or two above me, and a Hufflepuff."

Harry rolled his eyes, and elbowed Sirius in the side. "Stop it, Siri. Look at him, he's halfway to trying to curse you again. Tell me why you're here."

"Because you're married."

"So…?"

"I'm the closest thing you have to family right now. I'm here to represent your interests. Just like these fine people are here to represent their lovely sons and daughters as well."

"What do you mean."

"It's stuff to do with inheritances and children and living arrangements and expectations and the like. Normally it's all squared away before the big day, but obviously this is a bit unorthodox."

The rest of those seated at the table had been surprisingly quiet up until now, but Mr Diggory took this chance to butt in. "And what would you know about that, you traitor."

Sirius snarled, baring his teeth in a frightening display. "All the newspapers had to say last year was that it was clear that my 'Black blood was showing again', but you seem to have forgotten exactly what being a Black is. Considering your son is now married to one that's a dangerous thing to have done."

"My son isn't married to a Black." Mrs Diggory spat with disgust.

"Harry's my heir." Sirius replied with a harsh grin.

"As amusing as this English spat is, we do have other things we need to focus on." Monsieur Delacour interrupted, speaking English with only the barest hint of an accent. "I think the most pressing issue would be children, non? And perhaps family lines?"

Mrs Krum rapped her knuckles on the table to draw attention to herself. "Well obviously Viktor requires an heir, and you, Potter." She pointed at Harry and he nodded in reply. "So they should be first, before the other two have their children. And Delacour must have Viktor's first child. Veela are native to Bulgaria. They shall live there for at least half the year."

"Excuse-moi?" Madame Delacour cried out, clearly offended. "Je suis français. Ma famille a été française pour les générations. Habiteront en Bulgare. Pah."

"Veela са български . Само защото вашето семейство левия не означава, че не са все още български . Това е вероятно, за времето на вашето семейство признава си наследство." Mrs Krum replied, sounding all the more angry for having dropped into her native language.

"Leurs patrimoine!? Vraiment!? Vous rigolez." Monsieur Delacour snorted.

"As amusing as this international spat is…" Sirius drawled. "Perhaps we could get back to the matter at hand?"

All of those involved in the argument flushed slightly, clearly having forgotten where they were.

"So Krum requires an heir, the Diggory's and Delacour's would presumably like children but do not need an actual heir, and Harry needs two heirs. Does that sound right to everyone?" Sirius was twirling his wand between his fingers, in a move Harry clearly recognised as threatening. He smiled when no one spoke up to contradict him. "Good. Now, Harry will carry his, because the two boys need to be the other fathers."

"What? Why?" All four of the champions had been quiet up until this point, likely simultaneously not wanting to get in the middle of one of the fights that had occurred, and slightly terrified of Sirius, but Cedric clearly couldn't hold his tongue any longer.

"The Black's must be Tourjours Pur and the Potter's are so light that both Krum's delightful dark heritage, and Delcour's veela heritage would cause the child to be a squib if the magic were to mix. Of course Harry doesn't fit the requirements for either of the Houses, but he's so powerful it doesn't matter." Sirius replied acting in a manner that would suit a Malfoy more than it does his godfather. "But this is just a formality as there shall be no children for at least fifteen years, and preferably longer."

"Oui, I think zat is something we can all agree on." Madame Delacour replied.

"Well, of course." Mr Diggory agreed pompously. "They are all still at school, and I know Cedric, at least, has high aspirations for his career. He cannot be distracted by children this early in life."

"Unlike your Cedric, Viktor is already successful, and actually has something to contribute to this marriage. Your boy has, vhat? His allowance? And Miss Delacour is the same. What is that English saying? All flash and no substance. It seems you all benefit and my family does not."

Harry had been content to sit there while the adults tried to work it out, because he could see that for all they were fighting, they were at least getting somewhere. But now it was clear that they all were working toward their own interests, and refused to concede to anyone. "You do all realise that this bond can't be broken. Like, there is literally no way for us to… divorce or whatever. So getting offended about monetary contributions or whatever imaginary grievance you can all pull out of your arses, is ridiculous. Could we all just please just cover the basic formalities, because we're all stuck at Hogwarts for the next year anyway, and I'm slightly more concerned about the lethal tournament some wanker entered me in, and what it actually consists of."

Potter was still curled up in a chair, his feet tucked under him, resting against his godfathers side. He should not look that threatening. Although, that he was tucked up next to Sirius Black, was exuding enough magic to create a slight breeze, and was glaring at them all with almost glowing green eyes. Well. Fleur felt she was justified in being threatened. And when Potter turned to look at each of his bond mates in turn, well, Fleur wasn't surprised that her hands were shaking the tiniest bit.

"You all trust that your parents will act in your best interests right?" Potter continued on without waiting for them to reply. "And I know that Siri won't screw me over, so, because only a complete idiot would enter themselves into a competition they know nothing about, why don't we leave them here, and go elsewhere so you can explain it to me."

Potter, stood up, and Fleur followed, after looking at her parents and seeing them similarly cowed. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Krum did the same, while Diggory just shrugged his father's hand off his shoulder, and pulled his arm away from his mother, before following behind them.

Potter led them to a door Fleur would never have noticed if it had not been pointed out to her. Just how often was Potter in his Headmaster's office to be able to know about this room, and to not see an issue with just entering it?

There were a series of sky blue armchairs and lounges arranged in a square-like formation, and the walls were lined with books from floor to ceiling.

All of them were silent when they sat down, which, really, wasn't all that surprising. For all that they had not separated since the night before, there hadn't been that much chance for conversation, and really all they had talked about was how to get the one who wasn't there into bed. Definitely a great foundation for a relationship.

"There are three tasks. One to test our courage, one to test our mind and one to test our power. Each one is meant to represent a school, although there is …contention about which represents which." Fleur figured she should speak if no one else would.

"Yeah, some people think Durmstrang is power, and Hogwarts is courage, and some think it's the other way around, and other people are sure power is Beauxbatons. It doesn't really matter. We have to do all three tasks anyway. Traditionally we don't get told about the first task, then we get a clue for the second task, and get explicitly told about the third one. Courage, mind and power, see?" Diggory elaborated on what she had said, speaking directly to Potter.

"Right, but they're all a test of magical prowess, right?" Potter asked.

"Da." Replied Krum.

"Right. So like, if I die, how does that effect the bond?"

"What?" Diggory asked, clearly shocked. Although why he was, Fleur had no idea. Potter was a pragmatist, him wondering about this was no surprise.

"Well they are tasks for the most talented students of each school, and even if I were absurdly talented for my age, I still wouldn't be as good as any of you. If people of your calibre can die in this tournament, then I have almost no chance." Which was absolutely correct and very worrying.

"If any of us die in the next year then the rest of us vill be magically crippled for the rest of our lives. If it happened after a year, ve vould be fine, technically, but it has been described as a sense of extreme loss, similar to losing a body part. Something that isn't life-threatening, but is certainly life-changing."

"Well then. You'll all have to help me stay alive then. It's not like I'm going to win." Potter shrugged.

"You aren't even going to try? What about the wealth and fame that comes with winning? Don't you want that?" Fleur asked. She couldn't understand why the boy wouldn't want to at least try? He had been given a chance most people would kill for.

"Fleur I'm the heir to two Ancient Houses, and have been famous since before I could walk. I honestly could not care less about what this tournament could give me." Which was a very valid point, and Fleur flushed slightly as she realised she had completely forgotten who the boy was.

"D'accord. Well, we have close to a month until the First Task, so perhaps we could focus on other matters, non."

Krum looked across at her, "Vat did you haff in mind?"

"Well, we are bonded." Fleur let her voice lower slightly, and trailed one hand through her hair and down over her chest. "Perhaps we should get to know each other better, hmm?" She got up and walked over to where Krum and Diggory were sitting next to each other, swaying her hips as she did so. She relished in how both boys' eyes trailed over her body, and Diggory's soft, barely audible groan. She sat next to Krum and placed a hand on his defined jaw and pulled him into a kiss. He hadn't shaved that morning, so his stubble scratched at her lips, and his skilled kiss was far better than she thought it would be. His arm wound around her waist, his large hand gripping her hip tightly and twisting her body toward his. Fleur ran her tongue over his lower lip then detached their mouths. She leant over Krum - Viktor's - lap, and pressed her mouth to Cedric's. He was far bolder than Viktor, opening his mouth immediately and twining their tongues together. He was the one to pull away this time, and turned to slam his mouth against Viktor's. Their kiss was far harsher than what either of them had given her. They bit at each other's lips and Viktor's hand came up from Cedric's waist to grip his hair and pull his head back. They likely would have kept going if they had not heard a whine from across the room.

Potter was still curled up in his chair, but he was staring at them intently, his pupils were blown wide and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. Seeing them all look at him, Harry whined again, and tightened his grip around his knees. The boy was so overwhelmed, likely going through the first sexual experience of his life.

Fleur reached out her hand, and beckoned Harry over. "Come here, 'Arry." He uncurled from the chair, and stumbled over to stand in front of them, awkwardly holding his hand over his groin in an attempt to hide the small bulge there. Fleur grabbed his hand and pulled him even closer, and Viktor reached out to hold onto his hips and draw him up to straddle his lap. Cedric pulled Harry's glasses off, and set them off to the side, and Harry blinked a few times in quick succession, all the while moving his hips jerkily against Viktor's.

Viktor gripped Harry's hips tightly, halting his movement, and Cedric put his hand under Harry's chin and turned his head to face him. "You haven't dated anyone, have you?" Harry shook his head, but stayed silent, clearly embarrassed, and Cedric moved his hand so he was holding Harry in place at the base of his neck. "Have you thought about girls, though? Or boys?" Harry nodded. "And you think we're all attractive, don't you?" Harry sucked his lip into his mouth and worried it with his teeth. God the boy was so innocent. So corruptible. Fleur was very much looking forward to actually bedding him, and teaching him to please her exactly as she liked. "It looked like you enjoyed it when you came over here." Cedric implored, coaxing Harry to give a tiny nod. "Then let us make you feel better." And before even waiting for a reply, Cedric leaned forward and captured Harry's bitten-red lips. And the boy responded so beautifully, gasping softly before gripping Viktor's shirt with one hand and the other wrapping around Cedric's forearm, his hand too small to wrap fully around it.

Fleur felt a familiar low heat run through her abdomen, incredibly turned on by the fact that this boy is the same one who was so terrifying before, and he was all theirs, and turned to press her breasts to Viktor's arm, and pressed a series of kisses up his jaw, but was distracted before she could go further by Viktor's biceps bunching and relaxing, so she looked down to see he had coaxed Harry into moving his hips again, grinding the boys arse into his cock, and pressing the boys own tiny need forward into his stomach.

Wanting to make the boys first orgasm into a combined effort, Fleur reached down one hand to rub at the front of Harry's pants. She didn't do much more than press the palm of her hand against the bulge, but didn't need to as, before long, Harry's whines rose in pitch, and he shuddered through his orgasm, moaning into Cedric's mouth. He collapsed against Viktor's chest breathing heavily, but only before a moment before squeaking and trying to rise up to his knees, although Viktor's grip on his hips stopped him from moving anywhere.

Instead the boy bit his lip again, looked across at Cedric's groin, and peeking through his eyelashes, switching his gaze between the two boys, gestured vaguely downwards, and asked, "Do you want me to. Um."

God. The boy was perfect. Or at least he would be.

AN: This is something I wanted to try. I've cross posted on ao3, under the same username, and will probs post some of the more explicit sex scenes over there. Like i said, i'll take prompts for the sex, although not the plot because I have that pretty much worked out.

Also:

Further Warning: Harry is fourteen in this. Fleur and Cedric are seventeen. Viktor is eighteen. There are various combinations herein that that are statutory rape. Obviously the 'worst' would be Viktor/Harry, but Harry is completely below the age of consent in any situation so... Along with the evident underage sex that occurs, there is also pretty clear dubcon, in that Harry while clearly turned on, never really gives consent, and considering that the others are all at least three years older than him…

But, I hope you all liked it, lemme know what you think.

xx

Whitsie