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So unfortunately, Ireland won, but barely. Krum caught the snitch to make the score 170-160 in Ireland's favor, and the deafening roar of the crowd showed their appreciation for a match well played.
"Woohoo!" Fred and George cheered, having won their bet against Ludo Bagman that Ireland would win but Krum would catch the snitch.
"Aw, bollocks!" Eve sputtered, then looked at her brother with puppy eyes. "I'm so sorry Harry, it looks like I've lost."
Harry gave his sister a small pat. "Thanks a lot for betting my freedom to Malfoy, beloved sister." He said sardonically, but he smiled to let her know that it wasn't the end of the world. At this, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.
Viktor Krum and his fellow Bulgarians had now landed in the top box, shaking hands with the Prime Ministers and all of the government bureaucrats sitting there.
"Ah, Harry Potter, why don't you come and take a picture with myself and Viktor Krum?" Cornelius Fudge, the prime minister said opportunistically, and Harry had no choice but to let himself be dragged away.
Eve sighed as she let Harry go. "Maybe the bet wasn't such a good idea." She admitted, and Ron and Hermione both nodded.
"I worry about what Malfoy is planning for Harry," Hermione stated, "I hope it's not something sick, but with someone like her you never know."
Ron nodded in agreement. "Slimy Slytherin snakes, the lot of 'em."
Celine Malfoy soon appeared in front of them, this time alone, smiling evilly. "Looks like I win." Hermione glared at her.
Eve gave the victorious Malfoy a bitter smile. "I'll pay you the money when we arrive at Hogwarts." Disappointed that she was at having lost the wager, she always kept to her word.
"Psh, whatever. I don't want your money." Celine said waving it off, causing Ron's eyes to widen in shock. "What Weasley? Maybe I should have Potter donate it to your miserable family, maybe that might help with your tuition?"
Ron's ears reddened. "Fuck you Malfoy!"
"You'd like to, wouldn't you?" Celine snapped, smirking as Ron turned a violent shade of purple. Then she turned back to Eve. "I just came by to let you know that I expect to collect on your brother as soon as we arrive at Hogwarts, in time for the feast. I'll return him to you the next day at noon." She finished matter-of-factly, as if they were discussing the borrowing of textbooks.
The younger girl winced. She was hoping that Malfoy would forget about this part of the bet. But she had given her word. "Fine. You better not do anything illegal to him."
Celine smiled, not unkindly. "Don't worry. I won't hurt your brother. He is after all, a hero." Then with one last disdainful look at Ron and Hermione, she sauntered off, rejoining her parents and her brother, the four of them looking like the perfect, aristocratic family.
"You look happy, my dear Celine." Lucius noted, giving a rare smile to his one and only precious daughter as the four of them exited the stands.
"How could I not be, father? I have everything I could ever want." She said, clasping her father's arm like a little girl. Walking behind them, Draco coughed painfully.
xXx
Later that evening, Harry and Eve were sleeping peacefully, with Hermione and Ginny sleeping in the same tent, when suddenly a loud noise outside caused all four of them to wake up, even stirring Eve.
"What was that?" Hermione asked, her eyes fraught with fear.
"I think there's trouble outside." Harry said, as Eve hugged him tightly, still half-asleep.
The tent opened suddenly and Arthur Weasley came in. "Kids, there's trouble, we have to go!"
Without protesting, the four of them quickly got out of bed and followed Ginny's father outside, where they find the rest of the Weasley brothers waiting, including Bill, Charlie, and Percy.
Near them they could hear shouts and shrieks and bouts of laughter.
"Stay together, but move away from this area." Arthur ordered. "I'll come find you after we figure out what's going on." Then he, Percy, Bill, and Charlie all apparated out of sight.
It was hard to stay together however, as the crowds outside were frantically running around and chaos was everywhere. People shoving each other, laughing, yelling and screaming, pointing at four poor muggles being levitated in midair.
Harry and Eve were soon separated from the rest of the group – and soon Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George were nowhere to be seen.
Walking quickly, the two of them stumbled into an opening in the forest where there was a group of wizards surrounding two witches, who were disarmed and tied up against a tree.
"Look what we have here, two pretty little French witches in English territory. Let's see what kinds of pleasures the fabled French have to offer, right me lads?" Said a drunken, brutish man, while the other wizards laughed and hooted in agreement.
"Do not dare come closer! I am ze daughter of ze French Minister, once my father finds out-" It was Fleur, and despite being chained and cornered by six wizards with their wands drawn, she looked as haughty and proud as ever. Next to her, Isabella struggled against the chains looking desperate. "'e will 'ave all of you thrown into ze Prisons of Azkaban!"
The wizards chuckled at this display of bravado. "Look how smart she is, the little cunt, she knows 'bout Azkaban. Don't be worried dear, by the time we're done wit' ya, yer father will barely recognize ya!"
Harry's eyes narrowed at this gesture of cruelty. Next to him Eve had the same thought. Like clockwork the two of them drew out their wands and fired two stunners at the men. Two men fell immediately, but the others quickly turned their attention towards the newcomers.
"Who the bloody fuck?" The leader drunkenly demanded.
"Get away from them you fuckers!" Eve shouted, rapidly shooting two stunners and a disarmer at the men.
The two Potters had been through a lot together over the past few years. They fought Quirrell together, they defeated the Basilisk together, and they fought a werewolf and dementors and an escaped murderer (although it turned out he was actually their godfather).
Like two brains connected as one, they were dynamic and fluid in their movements, covering each other's back and working seamlessly to isolate their opponents. Working alone each was already a skilled duelist, but together, they could easily take on greater numbers, especially when they had the first strike.
Harry shot stunner after stunner while Eve levitated rocks into their path to block incoming spells. The fighting was fast and furious when suddenly –
"Avada Kedavra!" One of the men shouted, as a green streak sped towards Eve. Caught off-guard, she stared, stunned at the incoming flash of light.
"NO!" Harry roared, as he tackled her out of the way, the curse missing her by inches. The two of them tumbled into the ground, as curses slammed into Harry's shield. After making sure his sister was ok, he turned towards the assailant. "You fucking tried to kill my sister! Stupefy!"
Against this renewed onslaught the six men were all quickly stunned, and with the wave of her wand, Harry tied them all up in a magic-infused rope, collected and snapped their wands, and unchained Fleur and Isabella from their bindings. Fortunately Eve was not hurt and assisted him with the cleanup.
"Are you two alright?" Harry asked the two French witches as they dusted themselves off, looking disheveled.
Fleur smiled weakly. "Zose low-lifes ambushed us while we were trying to find our friends. I can't believe I let 'zem disarm me like zat, it was pazetic."
"Bastards," Eve spat, shooting a glare at the six stunned men lying in a heap nearby. "How low of them to attack our guests from another country, it gives us all a bad name."
Suddenly, a group of French wizards appeared, dressed in dark blue, their leader looked regal and stern, his robes billowing and his wand drawn.
"Papa!" Fleur said in surprise, as the leader rushed forward to his daughter's side. They hugged quickly. "Fleur, are you alright? Who did zis to you?" He turned towards Harry and Eve immediately. "Who are you two?! Did you attack my daughter!"
"No papa, zey did no such zing!" Fleur protested. "Zat is 'Arry and Eve Potter. Zey, zey saved me and Isabella from zose men." She directed their attention to the six figures on the ground.
"Christ! Zese English dogs, attacking my daughter at a place like zis! Cornelius will 'ave a lot of explaining to do ze next time I see 'im" he seethed, as his men rounded up the captured wizards and threw them into a makeshift cage.
Then he turned his attention to the Potters. "Harry and Eve Potter, my deepest gratitude for saving my daughter. Your actions justify your fame." Then he turned to Fleur. "Daughter, let us return to Paris. Isabella, come with us too, I will make sure you get 'ome safely to your parents."
Fleur nodded, but then, looking at Harry, she ran up and gave him a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. "'Zank you, 'Arry, I will not forget zis." Harry awkwardly hugged her back, taking in the scent of her, she smelled of cherry blossoms and tulips. "It was nothing, Miss Delacour," Harry said politely as they separated.
The French blonde also went to give Eve a hug to thank her as well.
"I also want to show my thanks to Mr. Potter," Isabella said, stepping forward and grabbed Harry, pulling him into a searing kiss. Shocked, Harry did not really respond nor reject her. The French minister arched an eyebrow at this display but said nothing. Pulling away, she gave Harry a sly smile. "I look forward to seeing you soon."
Then the French brigade left with Fleur and Isabella and the prisoners, with the Minister declaring that the prisoners would be tried in the French courts, regardless of what the English ministry might say.
xXx
And just like that, the two of them were completely alone, with no one around them. The shouts and shrieks had slowly died off into the distance and a silence fell about them.
Harry looked at his sister, both of them exhausted, but still alive. Eve looked at him, her gleaming hazel eyes saying everything he had to know.
And without a word, the two of them rushed to embrace each other as much as their bodies could handle, and when that was not enough, their lips found each other in the most fundamental of human desires.
"You… saved… me Harry," Eve gasped between their intense kissing, as the two of them tumbled to the ground and she pushed him against a tree (incidentally the same one that the two French witches were tied to before), jumping onto his lap and attacking his lips with the fervor of a thousand suns.
Their lips met again and again, until Eve parted his lips with her tongue, and then they were soon battling with their tongues. "I was so scared... that I would lose you."
"You're my hero, and the love of my life." Eve replied, as their lips separated for a moment to catch their breath. "I don't care if we are siblings, I want to be yours forever." She then kissed his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his neck, everywhere.
His hands clasping her head and back, they held onto each other for dear life, in a fit of passion that filled both of their heads like a haze. "I love you, Eve." He declared, and he meant it.
Her face just lit up in the moonlight, her features more ravishing than ever, her crimson hair shining and silky to his touch. Harry could hardly believe that they were not just related, but twins, how could his sister be so angelic?
"Sorry Harry, but I don't think it is possible to love me as much as I love you." She said, smiling mischievously. "But enough talk, I have been waiting for this moment for so long-"
"MOSMORDRE!" A horrible cry rang out not even 100 feet from them, causing both of them to pale as their hearts leapt again, but this time out of fear.
"Shit! What was that?!" Harry whispered, the two of them both drawing their wands. The two of them immediately leapt to their feet, but their eyes were drawn to a horrible sight – the green phantom of a skull with a snake for its tongue, high above in the sky.
20 figures immediately apparated around them, and then Arthur Weasley, along with Amos Diggory and Bartemius Crouch Sr. all rushed to them. After demanding them to explain what had happened, they rushed to find the perpetrator but could find no one.
After recognizing that it couldn't have possibly been the two of them that had cast the Dark Mark, ("It's the Potters in Merlin's name, you think they out of all people would cast it?" Arthur had roared) they were given a portkey and soon teleported back to the Burrow, where they met up with the rest of the Weasleys and Hermione.
"Harry! Eve! I was so worried." Hermione engulfed both of them in a three-way hug, while Ron and Ginny also came to hug them, relieved. "After you two were separated, we couldn't find you, we tried looking all over!"
"We're fine, thanks Hermione." Harry smiled at the bushy haired girl, whom he knew was earnest and cared deeply for both of them, as they were her best friends in the entire world.
"Children, we can all talk about this tomorrow, but first, everyone go to sleep!" Molly Weasley ordered, and so discussion was rendered to a grinding halt.
xXx
The rest of the summer passed peacefully without incident. Harry and Eve stayed at the Burrow, hanging out with their best friends Ron and Hermione, and also Fred and George and Ginny (and even Percy). They played Quidditch, Wizarding Chess, Exploding Snap, and "Owl-Owl-Rat!" which was the Wizarding equivalent of the Muggle game "Duck-Duck-Goose."
"Owl, owl, owl, owl, owl, owl, RAT!" Eve said, poking the back of Ron's head with her broom, and then flying away insanely quickly while the red-haired boy tried his best to catch her, while Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Fred, and George watched in amusement. The game was played on brooms and the goal was to catch the person before they could make one rotation around the field.
However, the one thing that was different was that every chance Harry and Eve got – and they didn't get many, since the house was always so full – but every chance they got, they would make an excuse that they were going to do their homework, find an empty room, lock and silence it, and then immediately engage each other in the most intense make-out session.
Eve had apparently learned the art of dry-humping and took every chance she got to do so, but they did not get further than that, they were always cautious about being away too long, and furthermore they knew that any of the Weasleys could dispel their silencing and locking charm at any time. So keeping their clothes on was a necessity, but that was okay, as long as they were in each other's arms (and tongues in each other's mouths), they were happy.
During this time, they also decided to make a promise to each other - they would be each other's first. It did not seem right to do such an act at the Weasley's, where someone could walk in on them any minute. So they decided they would wait until they were at Hogwarts, and perhaps, one special day...
Soon the summer ended and they all took the car to King's Cross where they said good-bye to the Weasley parents and boarded the Hogwarts Express back to Hogwarts for their 4th year.
xXx
"I'm so excited this year for the tournament!" Eve said happily, as the four of them – Ron, Hermione, Harry and herself piled into a compartment on the train. Ginny had waved off to find her friends, while Fred and George went to find Lee Jordan.
"I'm interested in meeting the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons." Hermione stated, looking thoughtful. "I wonder how their curriculum might differ from ours."
Ron groaned. "Come on Hermione, we haven't even made it to school grounds yet and you are already talking about schoolwork!"
"Why not! It's always better to prepare early!"
"Jeez, Harry, bro, let's talk about something more interesting like how the Chudley Cannons are going to finally break their 195-year championship drought this year!"
"Errmmm I don't think so."
"Alright fine." They all laughed, even Ron.
As the train ride progressed several of their friends came by including Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Terry Boot, as well as some of Eve's friends – Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff, Lisa Turpin and Padma Patil, and even the Slytherins Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis. Although the last two did not stay for long since Ron could not help but make snide remarks and insults against Slytherins at every chance he got.
Near the end of the train ride their compartment door slammed open and at their doorway stood some of their least favorite people of all time, Draco Malfoy and his two goons Crabbe and Goyle.
"Well well well if it isn't the two Potter orphans, their Weas-"
"-ley servant and the mudblood. Yes we know your speech Malfoy, get on with it." Hermione snapped, and they all laughed again, causing Malfoy's pale face to redden. Then his greedy eyes opportunistically caught onto something.
"Say, what is that, Weasley?" Malfoy pointed at Ron's dress robes which were hanging near Pigwidgeon's cage, and reached to grab them. "Look at these cuffs! These are antique Weasley, they might have been fashionable back when Merlin was alive?" He hooted as Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly.
"Eat shit Malfoy!" Ron snapped, his ears burning in embarrassment, as Malfoy howled with derisive laughter.
"Draco what the fuck are you doing here?" Another voice came from the hallway, and it was like the temperature in the cabin had dropped ten degrees, at least for Malfoy, whose expression of mirth froze midway and became something close to fear.
Celine Malfoy and three of her fellow Slytherin sixth-year ladies strolled into view. She was already dressed in emerald green and silver, and if there was one thing that Harry was wrought to admit, it was that she wore her Hogwarts outfit better than any other student in the school. Somehow her uniform hugged all of her curves and made her look like even more of a royal Slytherin queen.
"Sister! I'm just exchanging some friendly words with these Gryffindorks." Draco said, looking a bit unhinged.
The female Malfoy rolled her eyes. "You are always doing stupid shit like this. Get the fuck out Draco. I need to talk to the Potters." Near him, Eve tensed up, while Harry couldn't help but be amused at how vicious Celine Malfoy was, even with her own brother.
"What! Is this regarding that silly bet you made at the Cup? I don't think Father would -"
SMACK!
Celine had smacked her brother upside the head causing him to cry out painfully. "My dear Draco, if you want to go cry to daddy, be my guest. He will come and ask me and I will tell him about all the stupid shit you pulled last year and how much of a disgrace you caused the Malfoy name, and who do you think he will punish? Not to mention after he is done with you I am going to make your life a living nightmare."
Draco was left wordless while nursing the bruise on his head.
"Go away now, I'm so sick of having to see you every day at the mansion and you pestering me at every chance to hang out with you. Ugh."
Both Harry and Ron could not believe this was happening, no one could cut down Draco Malfoy like Celine could. But then again she was his older sister. Still, it was one of the most entertaining things they had ever seen. Begrudgingly Draco nodded to his goons and they left the compartment.
"You're here for Harry, then?" Eve asked Celine, a resigned look on her face. Harry's heart sank, not so much at the Malfoy heiress's victorious grin, but more at how sad Eve looked, that they were going to be separated now, even if it was just for a day.
"Why else would I waste my time coming here? I have been looking forward to this moment all summer."
Ron and Hermione glared at her, while Eve turned to Harry and gave him a huge hug. "I'll see you tomorrow okay." She whispered in his ear. "I love you."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I love you too." Harry said, whispering the last part, and stood up. "Well, see you all tomorrow."
He followed Celine Malfoy out the door, with her three friends (or more like handmaidens-in-waiting), following close behind, as Ron, Hermione, and Eve looked on with sad, sympathetic looks.
His new "master" did not say a word as she led him to the opposite end of the train. Harry had not the slightest clue what she had planned for him.
"Woohoo!" Fred and George cheered, having won their bet against Ludo Bagman that Ireland would win but Krum would catch the snitch.
"Aw, bollocks!" Eve sputtered, then looked at her brother with puppy eyes. "I'm so sorry Harry, it looks like I've lost."
Harry gave his sister a small pat. "Thanks a lot for betting my freedom to Malfoy, beloved sister." He said sardonically, but he smiled to let her know that it wasn't the end of the world. At this, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.
Viktor Krum and his fellow Bulgarians had now landed in the top box, shaking hands with the Prime Ministers and all of the government bureaucrats sitting there.
"Ah, Harry Potter, why don't you come and take a picture with myself and Viktor Krum?" Cornelius Fudge, the prime minister said opportunistically, and Harry had no choice but to let himself be dragged away.
Eve sighed as she let Harry go. "Maybe the bet wasn't such a good idea." She admitted, and Ron and Hermione both nodded.
"I worry about what Malfoy is planning for Harry," Hermione stated, "I hope it's not something sick, but with someone like her you never know."
Ron nodded in agreement. "Slimy Slytherin snakes, the lot of 'em."
Celine Malfoy soon appeared in front of them, this time alone, smiling evilly. "Looks like I win." Hermione glared at her.
Eve gave the victorious Malfoy a bitter smile. "I'll pay you the money when we arrive at Hogwarts." Disappointed that she was at having lost the wager, she always kept to her word.
"Psh, whatever. I don't want your money." Celine said waving it off, causing Ron's eyes to widen in shock. "What Weasley? Maybe I should have Potter donate it to your miserable family, maybe that might help with your tuition?"
Ron's ears reddened. "Fuck you Malfoy!"
"You'd like to, wouldn't you?" Celine snapped, smirking as Ron turned a violent shade of purple. Then she turned back to Eve. "I just came by to let you know that I expect to collect on your brother as soon as we arrive at Hogwarts, in time for the feast. I'll return him to you the next day at noon." She finished matter-of-factly, as if they were discussing the borrowing of textbooks.
The younger girl winced. She was hoping that Malfoy would forget about this part of the bet. But she had given her word. "Fine. You better not do anything illegal to him."
Celine smiled, not unkindly. "Don't worry. I won't hurt your brother. He is after all, a hero." Then with one last disdainful look at Ron and Hermione, she sauntered off, rejoining her parents and her brother, the four of them looking like the perfect, aristocratic family.
"You look happy, my dear Celine." Lucius noted, giving a rare smile to his one and only precious daughter as the four of them exited the stands.
"How could I not be, father? I have everything I could ever want." She said, clasping her father's arm like a little girl. Walking behind them, Draco coughed painfully.
xXx
Later that evening, Harry and Eve were sleeping peacefully, with Hermione and Ginny sleeping in the same tent, when suddenly a loud noise outside caused all four of them to wake up, even stirring Eve.
"What was that?" Hermione asked, her eyes fraught with fear.
"I think there's trouble outside." Harry said, as Eve hugged him tightly, still half-asleep.
The tent opened suddenly and Arthur Weasley came in. "Kids, there's trouble, we have to go!"
Without protesting, the four of them quickly got out of bed and followed Ginny's father outside, where they find the rest of the Weasley brothers waiting, including Bill, Charlie, and Percy.
Near them they could hear shouts and shrieks and bouts of laughter.
"Stay together, but move away from this area." Arthur ordered. "I'll come find you after we figure out what's going on." Then he, Percy, Bill, and Charlie all apparated out of sight.
It was hard to stay together however, as the crowds outside were frantically running around and chaos was everywhere. People shoving each other, laughing, yelling and screaming, pointing at four poor muggles being levitated in midair.
Harry and Eve were soon separated from the rest of the group – and soon Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George were nowhere to be seen.
Walking quickly, the two of them stumbled into an opening in the forest where there was a group of wizards surrounding two witches, who were disarmed and tied up against a tree.
"Look what we have here, two pretty little French witches in English territory. Let's see what kinds of pleasures the fabled French have to offer, right me lads?" Said a drunken, brutish man, while the other wizards laughed and hooted in agreement.
"Do not dare come closer! I am ze daughter of ze French Minister, once my father finds out-" It was Fleur, and despite being chained and cornered by six wizards with their wands drawn, she looked as haughty and proud as ever. Next to her, Isabella struggled against the chains looking desperate. "'e will 'ave all of you thrown into ze Prisons of Azkaban!"
The wizards chuckled at this display of bravado. "Look how smart she is, the little cunt, she knows 'bout Azkaban. Don't be worried dear, by the time we're done wit' ya, yer father will barely recognize ya!"
Harry's eyes narrowed at this gesture of cruelty. Next to him Eve had the same thought. Like clockwork the two of them drew out their wands and fired two stunners at the men. Two men fell immediately, but the others quickly turned their attention towards the newcomers.
"Who the bloody fuck?" The leader drunkenly demanded.
"Get away from them you fuckers!" Eve shouted, rapidly shooting two stunners and a disarmer at the men.
The two Potters had been through a lot together over the past few years. They fought Quirrell together, they defeated the Basilisk together, and they fought a werewolf and dementors and an escaped murderer (although it turned out he was actually their godfather).
Like two brains connected as one, they were dynamic and fluid in their movements, covering each other's back and working seamlessly to isolate their opponents. Working alone each was already a skilled duelist, but together, they could easily take on greater numbers, especially when they had the first strike.
Harry shot stunner after stunner while Eve levitated rocks into their path to block incoming spells. The fighting was fast and furious when suddenly –
"Avada Kedavra!" One of the men shouted, as a green streak sped towards Eve. Caught off-guard, she stared, stunned at the incoming flash of light.
"NO!" Harry roared, as he tackled her out of the way, the curse missing her by inches. The two of them tumbled into the ground, as curses slammed into Harry's shield. After making sure his sister was ok, he turned towards the assailant. "You fucking tried to kill my sister! Stupefy!"
Against this renewed onslaught the six men were all quickly stunned, and with the wave of her wand, Harry tied them all up in a magic-infused rope, collected and snapped their wands, and unchained Fleur and Isabella from their bindings. Fortunately Eve was not hurt and assisted him with the cleanup.
"Are you two alright?" Harry asked the two French witches as they dusted themselves off, looking disheveled.
Fleur smiled weakly. "Zose low-lifes ambushed us while we were trying to find our friends. I can't believe I let 'zem disarm me like zat, it was pazetic."
"Bastards," Eve spat, shooting a glare at the six stunned men lying in a heap nearby. "How low of them to attack our guests from another country, it gives us all a bad name."
Suddenly, a group of French wizards appeared, dressed in dark blue, their leader looked regal and stern, his robes billowing and his wand drawn.
"Papa!" Fleur said in surprise, as the leader rushed forward to his daughter's side. They hugged quickly. "Fleur, are you alright? Who did zis to you?" He turned towards Harry and Eve immediately. "Who are you two?! Did you attack my daughter!"
"No papa, zey did no such zing!" Fleur protested. "Zat is 'Arry and Eve Potter. Zey, zey saved me and Isabella from zose men." She directed their attention to the six figures on the ground.
"Christ! Zese English dogs, attacking my daughter at a place like zis! Cornelius will 'ave a lot of explaining to do ze next time I see 'im" he seethed, as his men rounded up the captured wizards and threw them into a makeshift cage.
Then he turned his attention to the Potters. "Harry and Eve Potter, my deepest gratitude for saving my daughter. Your actions justify your fame." Then he turned to Fleur. "Daughter, let us return to Paris. Isabella, come with us too, I will make sure you get 'ome safely to your parents."
Fleur nodded, but then, looking at Harry, she ran up and gave him a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. "'Zank you, 'Arry, I will not forget zis." Harry awkwardly hugged her back, taking in the scent of her, she smelled of cherry blossoms and tulips. "It was nothing, Miss Delacour," Harry said politely as they separated.
The French blonde also went to give Eve a hug to thank her as well.
"I also want to show my thanks to Mr. Potter," Isabella said, stepping forward and grabbed Harry, pulling him into a searing kiss. Shocked, Harry did not really respond nor reject her. The French minister arched an eyebrow at this display but said nothing. Pulling away, she gave Harry a sly smile. "I look forward to seeing you soon."
Then the French brigade left with Fleur and Isabella and the prisoners, with the Minister declaring that the prisoners would be tried in the French courts, regardless of what the English ministry might say.
xXx
And just like that, the two of them were completely alone, with no one around them. The shouts and shrieks had slowly died off into the distance and a silence fell about them.
Harry looked at his sister, both of them exhausted, but still alive. Eve looked at him, her gleaming hazel eyes saying everything he had to know.
And without a word, the two of them rushed to embrace each other as much as their bodies could handle, and when that was not enough, their lips found each other in the most fundamental of human desires.
"You… saved… me Harry," Eve gasped between their intense kissing, as the two of them tumbled to the ground and she pushed him against a tree (incidentally the same one that the two French witches were tied to before), jumping onto his lap and attacking his lips with the fervor of a thousand suns.
Their lips met again and again, until Eve parted his lips with her tongue, and then they were soon battling with their tongues. "I was so scared... that I would lose you."
"You're my hero, and the love of my life." Eve replied, as their lips separated for a moment to catch their breath. "I don't care if we are siblings, I want to be yours forever." She then kissed his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his neck, everywhere.
His hands clasping her head and back, they held onto each other for dear life, in a fit of passion that filled both of their heads like a haze. "I love you, Eve." He declared, and he meant it.
Her face just lit up in the moonlight, her features more ravishing than ever, her crimson hair shining and silky to his touch. Harry could hardly believe that they were not just related, but twins, how could his sister be so angelic?
"Sorry Harry, but I don't think it is possible to love me as much as I love you." She said, smiling mischievously. "But enough talk, I have been waiting for this moment for so long-"
"MOSMORDRE!" A horrible cry rang out not even 100 feet from them, causing both of them to pale as their hearts leapt again, but this time out of fear.
"Shit! What was that?!" Harry whispered, the two of them both drawing their wands. The two of them immediately leapt to their feet, but their eyes were drawn to a horrible sight – the green phantom of a skull with a snake for its tongue, high above in the sky.
20 figures immediately apparated around them, and then Arthur Weasley, along with Amos Diggory and Bartemius Crouch Sr. all rushed to them. After demanding them to explain what had happened, they rushed to find the perpetrator but could find no one.
After recognizing that it couldn't have possibly been the two of them that had cast the Dark Mark, ("It's the Potters in Merlin's name, you think they out of all people would cast it?" Arthur had roared) they were given a portkey and soon teleported back to the Burrow, where they met up with the rest of the Weasleys and Hermione.
"Harry! Eve! I was so worried." Hermione engulfed both of them in a three-way hug, while Ron and Ginny also came to hug them, relieved. "After you two were separated, we couldn't find you, we tried looking all over!"
"We're fine, thanks Hermione." Harry smiled at the bushy haired girl, whom he knew was earnest and cared deeply for both of them, as they were her best friends in the entire world.
"Children, we can all talk about this tomorrow, but first, everyone go to sleep!" Molly Weasley ordered, and so discussion was rendered to a grinding halt.
xXx
The rest of the summer passed peacefully without incident. Harry and Eve stayed at the Burrow, hanging out with their best friends Ron and Hermione, and also Fred and George and Ginny (and even Percy). They played Quidditch, Wizarding Chess, Exploding Snap, and "Owl-Owl-Rat!" which was the Wizarding equivalent of the Muggle game "Duck-Duck-Goose."
"Owl, owl, owl, owl, owl, owl, RAT!" Eve said, poking the back of Ron's head with her broom, and then flying away insanely quickly while the red-haired boy tried his best to catch her, while Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Fred, and George watched in amusement. The game was played on brooms and the goal was to catch the person before they could make one rotation around the field.
However, the one thing that was different was that every chance Harry and Eve got – and they didn't get many, since the house was always so full – but every chance they got, they would make an excuse that they were going to do their homework, find an empty room, lock and silence it, and then immediately engage each other in the most intense make-out session.
Eve had apparently learned the art of dry-humping and took every chance she got to do so, but they did not get further than that, they were always cautious about being away too long, and furthermore they knew that any of the Weasleys could dispel their silencing and locking charm at any time. So keeping their clothes on was a necessity, but that was okay, as long as they were in each other's arms (and tongues in each other's mouths), they were happy.
During this time, they also decided to make a promise to each other - they would be each other's first. It did not seem right to do such an act at the Weasley's, where someone could walk in on them any minute. So they decided they would wait until they were at Hogwarts, and perhaps, one special day...
Soon the summer ended and they all took the car to King's Cross where they said good-bye to the Weasley parents and boarded the Hogwarts Express back to Hogwarts for their 4th year.
xXx
"I'm so excited this year for the tournament!" Eve said happily, as the four of them – Ron, Hermione, Harry and herself piled into a compartment on the train. Ginny had waved off to find her friends, while Fred and George went to find Lee Jordan.
"I'm interested in meeting the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons." Hermione stated, looking thoughtful. "I wonder how their curriculum might differ from ours."
Ron groaned. "Come on Hermione, we haven't even made it to school grounds yet and you are already talking about schoolwork!"
"Why not! It's always better to prepare early!"
"Jeez, Harry, bro, let's talk about something more interesting like how the Chudley Cannons are going to finally break their 195-year championship drought this year!"
"Errmmm I don't think so."
"Alright fine." They all laughed, even Ron.
As the train ride progressed several of their friends came by including Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Terry Boot, as well as some of Eve's friends – Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff, Lisa Turpin and Padma Patil, and even the Slytherins Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis. Although the last two did not stay for long since Ron could not help but make snide remarks and insults against Slytherins at every chance he got.
Near the end of the train ride their compartment door slammed open and at their doorway stood some of their least favorite people of all time, Draco Malfoy and his two goons Crabbe and Goyle.
"Well well well if it isn't the two Potter orphans, their Weas-"
"-ley servant and the mudblood. Yes we know your speech Malfoy, get on with it." Hermione snapped, and they all laughed again, causing Malfoy's pale face to redden. Then his greedy eyes opportunistically caught onto something.
"Say, what is that, Weasley?" Malfoy pointed at Ron's dress robes which were hanging near Pigwidgeon's cage, and reached to grab them. "Look at these cuffs! These are antique Weasley, they might have been fashionable back when Merlin was alive?" He hooted as Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly.
"Eat shit Malfoy!" Ron snapped, his ears burning in embarrassment, as Malfoy howled with derisive laughter.
"Draco what the fuck are you doing here?" Another voice came from the hallway, and it was like the temperature in the cabin had dropped ten degrees, at least for Malfoy, whose expression of mirth froze midway and became something close to fear.
Celine Malfoy and three of her fellow Slytherin sixth-year ladies strolled into view. She was already dressed in emerald green and silver, and if there was one thing that Harry was wrought to admit, it was that she wore her Hogwarts outfit better than any other student in the school. Somehow her uniform hugged all of her curves and made her look like even more of a royal Slytherin queen.
"Sister! I'm just exchanging some friendly words with these Gryffindorks." Draco said, looking a bit unhinged.
The female Malfoy rolled her eyes. "You are always doing stupid shit like this. Get the fuck out Draco. I need to talk to the Potters." Near him, Eve tensed up, while Harry couldn't help but be amused at how vicious Celine Malfoy was, even with her own brother.
"What! Is this regarding that silly bet you made at the Cup? I don't think Father would -"
SMACK!
Celine had smacked her brother upside the head causing him to cry out painfully. "My dear Draco, if you want to go cry to daddy, be my guest. He will come and ask me and I will tell him about all the stupid shit you pulled last year and how much of a disgrace you caused the Malfoy name, and who do you think he will punish? Not to mention after he is done with you I am going to make your life a living nightmare."
Draco was left wordless while nursing the bruise on his head.
"Go away now, I'm so sick of having to see you every day at the mansion and you pestering me at every chance to hang out with you. Ugh."
Both Harry and Ron could not believe this was happening, no one could cut down Draco Malfoy like Celine could. But then again she was his older sister. Still, it was one of the most entertaining things they had ever seen. Begrudgingly Draco nodded to his goons and they left the compartment.
"You're here for Harry, then?" Eve asked Celine, a resigned look on her face. Harry's heart sank, not so much at the Malfoy heiress's victorious grin, but more at how sad Eve looked, that they were going to be separated now, even if it was just for a day.
"Why else would I waste my time coming here? I have been looking forward to this moment all summer."
Ron and Hermione glared at her, while Eve turned to Harry and gave him a huge hug. "I'll see you tomorrow okay." She whispered in his ear. "I love you."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I love you too." Harry said, whispering the last part, and stood up. "Well, see you all tomorrow."
He followed Celine Malfoy out the door, with her three friends (or more like handmaidens-in-waiting), following close behind, as Ron, Hermione, and Eve looked on with sad, sympathetic looks.
His new "master" did not say a word as she led him to the opposite end of the train. Harry had not the slightest clue what she had planned for him.
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