"Only two days are left, and you still haven't any clue what's the next task, Harry."
"Just relax. I'm sure we'll find something soon enough." Ron replied while fidgeting with the golden egg by the lakeside outside the school. Beside him was Harry, deep in contemplation, while Hermione just panicked behind them.
Hermione sighed, folding her arms and rolling her gaze, "Be a little serious, Ron. This is about life and death for Harry."
"Catch!" Ron suddenly threw the golden egg at Harry.
But being too deep in his thoughts, Harry didn't realize when the egg hit him. He fumbled to grab it, but it slid off and fell into the shallow shore of the lake. Right away, the egg opened, and a golden shine shone from the water.
"Aha!" Ron exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear and staring at Hermione proudly. "Sometimes it's better to loosen up a little, Hermione."
She was speechless and couldn't find anything to counter this time. Indeed, this was a massive clue. Water was the solution to stop the egg's screeching noise.
"Harry, go to the bathroom and listen to it underwater," Hermione quickly suggested. "Quick!"
Slightly flabbergasted and amazed at how easily his greatest worry was solved by Ron, Harry picked up the golden egg quickly and gave a quick pat of appreciation on Ron's shoulder.
"Thanks."
"Don't worry, mate." Ron smiled and watched Harry run back to the school, leaving him and Hermione alone. "So, how's it going with Viktor? Did he figure out the clue?"
Hermione blushed instantly, smiling on her own. "We don't talk about the tournament. He's very silent, actually. Mostly stares at me when I study."
"Creepy," Ron muttered.
"I agree on that," she replied, stepping closer to him to stand by his side, their shoulders almost touching. "What do you think? Who's doing all this to Harry this time? He didn't put his name on his own. We know that."
Ron shrugged and began walking, letting Hermione join beside him. "Every year, it's been something related to the Dark Lord. So, my money is on him again."
She found herself agreeing with him. "That man is obsessed with Harry for some reason, and we need to know why. Perhaps it's the curse mark? Or his mother? A grudge?"
"I don't know, Hermione. But whatever it is, we will soon know. For now, I'm just famished."
"You're always starving."
"Because I'm a growing boy."
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It was the lake! The next task involved something underwater, and Ron wanted to help his best friend as much as he could. After all, only a night was left.
But as he went from one professor to another, he saw Moody and Snape talking secretly and being suspicious. Ever since the exchange he had heard between Igor and Snape, he never trusted the potions professor to be up to any good.
Afterward, he decided to head to the library to find some smart students and ask them for a way to breathe underwater.
But just as he headed toward the library, he saw the champion of the Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour, walking toward him with her sister beside her. Both of them looked absolutely charming, and the allure of a Veela was clearly trying to take over his head again.
You can't lose your dignity again, Ron. She already shamed you once before. He told himself and kept walking on his way.
The closer they got, the more Ron felt attracted to the breathtakingly beautiful witch. Her tall, lean figure as she swayed her hips on the walk looked particularly enticing in her school uniform. She walked past him with an air of grace that made her seem like she was gliding. He couldn't help but constantly stare at her silver-blonde hair that fell almost to her waist.
Must not give in! He tried his best not to go crazy over her and hoped to just walk away.
"Oh, Monsieur Weasley."
Why is she calling my name? Ron stopped in his tracks and stiffly looked behind him. Just from her siren-like voice, he felt like running to her and grabbing her by the waist.
"Yeah?"
Fleur smiled cutely, showcasing her deep blue eyes, fair skin, and very white, even teeth. According to many, she was the peak of beauty, and Ron wasn't too far from that evaluation.
"Monsieur Weasley, eef I had known you'd be such joy to ze occasion, I would 'ave chosen you as my companion."
Woah. I can't believe she's actually saying this.
Ron felt like he was soaring to the skies. "Lost opportunities, Ms. Delacour. But we still have a long way to go. Perhaps we can have a dance at the end of the competition. I bid you good luck for the coming tasks—I'll see you tomorrow."
Fleur smiled and turned around to walk away. But Ron didn't go as he stared at her swaying hips, tightly wrapped around her skirt. He gulped his saliva and finally took a long breath.
Only my mate's winning, though—but good Merlin, she's wicked hot.
He had tried to act like a gentleman with her since he reckoned that was the kind of man she liked.
"Well, let's hope she feels the same at the end of the competition." He muttered and again headed towards the library.
Bam!
"Ouch! Can't you s—"
Ron looked carefully at the feminine voice. He felt something utterly soft squish against his palm and could guess what it was. Looking down, he noticed Lavender Brown underneath him as he tried not to lie on top of her body entirely.
So soft.
He quickly retracted his hand and stepped back from her, "Let me help you."
He extended his hand and helped her stand up while checking her out. He knew her very well, somewhat of a female class clown in a way, but pretty, of course. She was quite well-developed, not to mention. She was slightly on the chubbier side, but her curves were nothing to joke about. Her jutting breast was seemingly at war with her shirt and sweater, while her skirt was knee-length, yet it didn't hide her shapely, well-developed ass.
Having seen Fleur, he was already rock hard down there, so after touching Lavender's soft breast, there was no way he could control it anymore. He wanted to quickly go to the bathroom and stroke himself to finish.
"I'm sorry, Lavender." He said, stepping away from her. "Are you alright?"
However, Lavender kept smiling for no reason. There was a deep blush on her face that never vanished. Her curly, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin were nothing to ignore either. While a little shorter than him, she was quite a beauty in her own right.
"I'm alright, Ron," she muttered, continuously playing with her hair, coiling locks around her finger. "I heard the rumors."
"What rumors?" Ron confusedly stared at her mounds. He couldn't help it with that throbbing erection that he forgot to cover.
"Padma told a few of us."
"Oh? She did?" He felt somewhat embarrassed.
"You're a 'big' man, aren't you?" Her gaze trailed down to his crotch.
What did Padma say? Did I do something wrong back then? Anyway, I have to take care of 'this' first. Wondering, he decided to go to the bathroom and use his God-given hand.
"Sorry, I have to go and take care of… something."
"Wait!" Lavender suddenly exclaimed, followed him in a rush, and grabbed his arm. "Umm… I heard… You're helping Harry a lot to win this tournament. Maybe… Maybe I can help you, too?"
"..."
Is this really happening? No, it can't be. I've never had any luck with girls before. It can't be this easy to get close to them.
His brows rose, and he immediately agreed. "What kind of help are you thinking of?"
"Hehe…" She grinned strongly and looked around. "Well, we can talk about it in detail. Maybe somewhere private?"
Ron immediately thought of the third-year bathroom. It was haunted, and nobody ever entered it since the Chamber of Secrets had left a bad memory for all. "Follow me."
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