Chapter 12
“‘Arry!” Fleur’s voice called out behind Harry, making the youngest champion turn around to look at the girl.
“Hey Fleur, what do you need?” Harry asked her. He had hung out with the champions a couple of times in the past few weeks, especially as they were still trying to finish up the quidditch tournament, however whenever they would have a chance, one of the schools had something to do that interrupted it. Harry was really looking forward to going against Victor too, so it was getting annoying every time it happened.
“Some of my freends wanted you to come ze carriage later. Ze’re curious about zings.” Fleur spoke, looking at Harry.
The younger boy blinked before nodding, figuring he might as well. “Sure, when do you want me to come by?” He asked, smiling at the half-veela.
“After dinner if you could.” She told him, returning the smile. Harry nodded at her.
A few hours later Harry was heading down to the Beauxbatons carriage, wondering why Fleur seemed like she had something planned for him earlier. He decided to keep up his guard, just in case.
Harry knocked on the door of the carriage, which was soon opened up by Fleur, who smiled at the younger champion. “ ‘Arry! Come in!” She told him, ushering him inside. Harry took a glance around the room, noticing how lavish the inside of the carriage was compared to Hogwarts.
Fleur led the boy to a sitting room, where several other girls sat in some rather comfy looking chairs around a small coffee table, littered with teacups that Sally would adore to have. “So what were you curious about Fleur?” Harry asked, following her as she made him sit in a seat off to the side, the girls turning and grinning, several whispers in french erupting between them at the sight of the boy-who-lived. It made him uneasy but refrained from showing it.
“We were curious about ‘ow you would look in a skirt! You ‘ave a very femeenine form. Oh please ‘Arry, will you let some of us dress you up? Elizabeth iz trying to become a fasheeon designer and ‘ants you to model some things!” Fleur asked, giving him her best pouty look as Harry sputtered, becoming flustered.
“Why does everyone always think that?!” Harry moaned out in despair as he put his head in his hands.
“Please ‘Arry! I will get a date to ze ball.” Fleur spoke, pleading with him, the other girls joining in.
Harry sighed, face various shades of red as he nodded, making the girls cheer as one went to grab the outfits.
The next few hours were the longest in Harry’s life. Outfit after outfit, for both masculine and feminine forms, along with a few neutral outfits. Skirts and dresses seemed to be the main thing they would dress Harry up in, causing his face to burn when they gossiped and squealed over how he looked in them.
It was almost midnight when the french students finally decided to give the fourteen-year-old a break, making Harry almost cry in joy as he was allowed back into his robes.
“T’ank you ‘Arry! You fit feminine clot’es very well!” Elizabeth praised, packing up the clothes, a notebook of all the notes she had taken while Harry modeled the clothes.
Harry flushed at that, rubbing his head sheepishly. “It’s no problem I guess, I get dressed up more than I want to say by my little sister back home. It’s mainly boys there so I don’t complain too much.” Harry confessed, turning redder as the girls “Aww!”
“You make a very good brother ‘Arry. As promised, I would like to know if you would join me az my date for ze ball. As friends.” Fleur asked, making Harry rub his head more sheepishly.
“I guess. I was planning on taking my friend Luna though. She’s only a third-year so I wanted to give her the chance to go.” Harry told her, feeling embarrassed. Fleur smiled, patting him on the head.
“I will find ze girl a date as well so you may ‘ave your friend join,” Fleur told him, making Harry smile gratefully at her.
“Thank you, Fleur. That is extremely kind of you. I need to head back now. It’s past curfew and I need to hurry if I’m going to sneak past the patrolling prefects and teachers.” Harry told her as the two walked to the entrance of the carriage.
“Alright. See you ‘Arry.” Fleur spoke with a smile, holding the door as Harry walked out, waving goodbye to the part-veela as she shut the door after.
Harry sighed, stretching, feeling sore after the amount of outfits, poses, and needles he had to endure from the fitting. Why was it that girls always seemed to want to dress him up?
“The prefect bathroom password? Why are you telling me this?” Harry asked suspiciously, looking at Cedric with a raised eyebrow.
“Just take your egg in there and listen to it underwater. Consider it payback for telling me about the first task.” Cedric replied, smiling at him. Harry blinked, before nodding, internally cursing that the next task would likely involve water then when he knew that Ben was coming to watch, that wouldn’t be a good thing.
“Alright, I’ll do that. Thank you so much for telling me.” Harry said, making Cedric nod as the two champions parted ways.
Harry had a letter to write. He needed to warn the guys at home.
(Warning: slight sexual content here.)
Harry let out a high pitched whine as hands slipped down his sides, coming to a stop at his waist as he was pulled closer. “P-please.” Harry bit out, whimpering as the unknown figure let out a slight chuckle.
“Patience Harry. Wouldn’t want to make our time together rushed would we?” The mystery figure purred out, their voice low, definitely masculine.
Harry gasped as the figure hand seemed to hold a rapidly enlarging spot of Harry’s pants, making the figure chuckle more, leaning down to Harry’s lips.
“Wake up Harry.”
Harry sat up with a gasp, his sleep pants painfully tight as he groaned in annoyance, falling back in the bed.
“Of course it was another dream. Can’t even figure out who the mystery guy is but they sure do seem to enjoy torturing me.” Harry muttered angrily, getting up and going to take a cold shower, noticing it was almost time for him to get up for classes anyways, might as well stay up.
Harry had been having the dreams quite a bit since moving into the mansion. It baffled him since he had never really had sexual dreams before then, even when he did have a crush on someone, he never dreamed of being with them before. He wondered if maybe he was just hitting another part of puberty or if the transformation to a creep did it for him, but he would have to deal.
Though Harry would love to know who the mystery person was.
“TOBY!” A bang sounded after Masky’s shout, making the ticking killer look up from his task as he stared at the door. A pissed off looking Masky slammed the door opened a moment later, glaring at the other proxy.
“What did I do this time?” Toby asked, wanting to get back to what he was doing.
“You left your supplies out again and Sally and Laughing Jack got ahold of them!” Masky said, annoyed.
Toby blinked, confused as he looked over to the corner where he left his stuff. “Uhm. Masky? My explosives are here. LJ got his own.” He told him, making the other male look over at the very obvious pile of explosives in the corner of the ticking killer’s room, before growling out in annoyance, slamming the door shut.
Toby shook his head, looking down at Ben and smirking. “Shall we continue then?” He asked flirtatiously, making the other male nod vigorously.
The two then dove back into their pizza and games.