Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 4 Early Release (Patreon)

Harry and co. set off for the World Cup campsite. With memories of mistakes in the past and changes causing confusion along the way.

"A Regret and a Campsite"

As expected, there was no getting away from Hermione's persistence. As a result, the trio spent the lion's share of the afternoon finishing some of their summer assignments. 

As Harry rolled up his best effort at a potions essay, sure it will still earn him a solid “P” due to Snape's bias, he frowned as he looked down at his scrollwork.

“Huh. I don't recognize that one…not that I expected to remember all my homework from four years ago…” Reaching forwards, he pulled out a sheaf of parchment and brought it in front of him. “Muggle Studies? I didn't take that last time…”

Seeing his confused look, Hermione glanced at the parchment in front of him, before chuckling. “I wouldn't think you would struggle with that one Harry. It might be a little stuck in the past, but it's still the world we grew up in after all.”

Harry looked up at her before chuckling and placing the parchment back with his other assignments. “Nah, just thought I had done that one already…” he said, covering up his genuine confusion. “I'll have to check what else has changed at some point”

The trio spent the remainder of the evening catching up, which Harry was genuinely grateful for. Not only did he miss simply chatting with his friends, after his abysmal last year, but it also gave him some valuable context to the changes in his friends.

Ron was much the same as he used to be, but the benefit of being eighteen had meant he was more mature than he had been in fourth year last time. He was still Quidditch mad, talking keenly about the upcoming world cup.

Hermione was quite different to the past self he was used to. She was still studious, and a little bit of a bag, but her other changes extended beyond simply her looks. She had more confidence, being more than willing to position herself in ways that showed off her assets to great effect. And in her current attire, that wasn't hard.

He also learnt that Hermione is good friends with Tonks, having been around hers prior to coming to the Burrow. This likely explained her punk aesthetic…assuming Tonks was still similar of course. “Man…all these changes are making my head hurt…”

After an impressive evening meal, held out in the garden with the entire Weasley family present, they were off to bed in order to get up early to travel to the world cup.

As Harry wandered up to Ron's room, he was surprised by the door to Ginny's room opening and a hand grabbing him by the collar to drag him in. As the door closed behind him, he was pinned to it by Ginny's body.

“Hello…fancy meeting you here…” she whispered seductively, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Harry locked eyes with her, before wrapping his arms around her waist and running his gaze down her form.

She was now wearing her sheer nightdress once more, the tiny teddy he saw outside the bathroom this morning. He could feel her hardened nipples poking him through the thin material.

He swallowed, before smiling down. “Fancy that indeed…” Ginny leaned forwards, putting her face into the crook of his neck. Here, she began suckling on his collar bone, almost definitely forming a Hickey. Her hands were not idle, rubbing up and down his chest, but gradually beginning to drift south towards his jeans waistline.

Harry gave a soft growl of arousal, and decided he was not going to stand by and let her have all the fun. He ran his hands further down her back, before grasping the perfect globes of her buttocks and squeezing. Ginny gasped, before reaching her hands back up around the back of his head and pulling him in for a searing kiss.

It did not take long for her tongue to dart out and demand entry, and Harry was more than willing to allow it. Soon, their tongues were dancing, licking and swirling wherever they could access.

It was during this rather messy make out session that Harry, eyes closed to enjoy the sensation, heard the distinct sound of a page turning in a book.

Breaking off the kiss, earning a groan of disappointment from Ginny, he turned to look at the source and was shocked to see Hermione laying in a camp bed set up in the room!

“Of course…Hermione bunks with Ginny when she stays at the Burrow…” He stopped rubbing Ginny's ass in surprise. Ginny simply started nibbling his earlobe I stead, as he stared at Hermione.

Hermione was wearing an overly large T-shirt, and nothing else as far as he could tell. The large neckline meant that it fell off one shoulder, with one of her breasts threatening to spill out of the top altogether. It was a very arousing sight, and had Ginny not already gotten him worked up this would have also done the job.

Hermione, noticing his gaze, barely looked up from her book. “Don't mind me, you can have your fun. I won't stop you.” She then licked her finger in order to turn another page, revealing the tongue piercing she had. “How did I not notice that before?” 

As Harry pondered this, the feeling of Ginny's hand grabbing his crotch brought his attention back to the redhead in front of him.

“As she says, she doesn't mind…” she then leaned up towards his ear once more, “beside…Hermione's a voyeur…she'll be hoping we have fun. She's probably fingering herself beneath the covers as we speak…” she whispered as she kissed his neck again. 

Harry shuddered in pleasure at the thought. Before he could either confirm that statement or return to his fun with Ginny, however, they were interrupted by a muted explosion from the floor above them.

Ginny sighed and cursed into his chest. He swore he heard Hermione sigh as well, though it may have been his imagination. They froze as they heard Molly bustle past the door, “I swear, if what you've broken this time can't be fixed with a few wand waves, neither of you are going to the game tomorrow!”

“Damn them. Why couldn't the twins keep the mischief down for just one night!” Ginny kissed his chest one last time before stepping back. “You'd better get going. Mum's sure to check on us on her way back down” she said, regret clear on her face. Harry nodded before starting to leave, waving goodnight to Hermione as he left.

Just before the door fully closed, he heard Ginny say one last thing in passing. “Besides…there's always the tents at the campsite! Maybe we can celebrate whoever wins after the game…”

Harry took a deep breath to calm down, looking at his raging erection that was painfully straining his jeans. “Perhaps a cold shower before going back to Ron's room is in order…”

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon the next morning as Harry was awoken by the alarm charm that had been set. After several attempts to wake Ron, he resorted to casting a basic charm that would emulate a range of smells.

With the smell of cooking bacon under his nose, Ron was soon awake and complaining to a laughing Harry at the lack of actual bacon.

As everyone sat around the kitchen table slightly clearly eyed, and tucked into some sausage sandwiches for breakfast, Harry cast an eye over the choice of attire that the girls had chosen today.

True to what he had learnt yesterday, they were certainly not lacking in confidence. What's more, the fact that none of the guys so much as batted an eye at the clothing showed just how normal this situation was to them now.

Hermione was wearing a sweater style dress, by which he meant it was a form fitting jumper that came down to her mid thighs. While the outfit was tight enough to showcase her figure, it was impossible to know what, if anything, she was wearing beneath it.

Ginny had chosen incredibly tight leather pants, covering her entire legs but looking as if they had to be painted on. She paired this with a looser button up shirt that was thin enough to show her black pasties in place once more.

Harry caught Ginny's eye as he was looking her up and down. She smiled and licked the sausage she had removed from her sandwich with a slow, languid movement.

Chuckling, Harry looked away to prevent himself from popping a noticeable boner at the table. As he ate the last bite of his sandwich, and Ron was halfway through his third, Mr. Weasley clapped to get all their attention.

“Alright Weasley’s, and honorary Weaskey’s” he said smiling at Harry and Hermione, “we'll be making a move to the hill to catch the portkey with Amos and the others shortly. So get yourself ready, we won't want to miss it!”

Harry, who had been about to reach for another sandwich, paused before retracting his hand. “That's right…Amos. That means Cedric too.” Memories of his first time in that accursed graveyard, of his fight with Voldemort…of Cedric's death flashed by. Suddenly, he had lost his appetite.

There was no denying that the death of Cedric had been a turning point in Harry's life. It marked his first true loss of someone he knew personally…and still gave him the occasional nightmare to this day.

“Not if I can help it…not this time” he thought, gaining a determined expression before downing the remainder of his tea and getting up to follow the others out the door.

As the group trudged up the hill, Harry found himself in the pleasant position of following behind Ginny. This afforded him a fantastic view of her ass, highlighted by her tight pants. He was surprised that her high heeled, thigh high boots weren't sinking into the soft mud of the field they were in. “There must be an enchantment at play there…”

As the group crested the hill, they were met with a small group of people. Two, Amos and Cedric Diggory, he had been expecting. The third individual he had not. 

There, stood slightly apart from the other two and seeming to sway slightly to a tune only she could hear, was Luna Lovegood. Harry gained a small smile. Luna had been a steadfast friend for as long as he had known her. She came to the ministry with him after all, despite having only known him for a year by that point.

The fact that she was here when she hadn't been last time just showed more differences that had occurred in this version of his past. That, and Luna was obviously just as affected by the ER acts as every other girl he'd met so far. Though in a very…Luna way.

Luna had on what looked to be a tube top and a miniskirt combination…and it was. But as he looked a little close, he realized that Luna had decided to wear them the other way round.

This meant she had a leather miniskirt upon her chest, pockets and belt and all. The tight material pushed her small, modest breasts into a very nice cleavage. Her top (which was acting as a skirt) was only big enough to cover her ass, clearly not having been designed with holding such in the first place.

As distracting as this sight was, Harry still cast his eyes over to where Arthur was greeting Amos and Cedric. The Hufflepuff was mostly as he remembered, though like most here he was older than he had been in the previous fourth year. He was broader and had a slight stubble. Though he still had the same easy going smile.

“Hello Harry…it's nice to meet you again” came a voice from directly to his right. Starting due to not having expected the sound, Harry turned to see Lina had approached while he was distracted.

“Oh, hi Luna…nice to meet you…again?” he replied hesitantly. Had he met Luna even earlier than this here?

“What do you mean again Luna? I thought you were excited to meet him at the world cup for the first time” Ginny replied, sidling up and giving the blonde girl a hug from the side. “Guess that answers that question…”

Luna just tilted her head slightly, a very cute action that kinda made Harry want to hug her himself. “I just feel that we've met before…I'm glad. I'm sure we'll make great friends.”

Harry nodded enthusiastically. “I'm sure we will too, Luna.” Ginny smiled and looked between the two of them, before leaning in and whispering something to Luna 

“Oh yes, I'm sure I'll enjoy riding his big cock too,” Luna said, not changing her facial expression in the slightest. Ginny just sighed and gently palmed her own face, clearly having expected her not to say that out loud.

Thankfully, no one else was paying attention, and Harry had found the comment so very Luna he had simply laughed.

“Alright everyone, it's time! Gather round!” Arthur called. Everyone bunched together around the boot that Harry knew to be a portkey. With everyone in the know this time, there was not questioning what to do.

Harry found himself wedged between Ginny and Cedric. A situation he found slightly awkward. “Alright Harry? Been keeping your seeker practice up I hope?” Cedric asked as he grabbed the boot.

Harry swallowed the slight bile that rose, forcing his last image of Cedric from his mind. “Of course…why, worried?” He replied casually. Cedric gave him a challenging smile. “Nah, I just want the next time I beat you to the snitch to be fair, not due to dementors.” 

Harry nodded, but before he could reply, the portkey activated and whisked them away.

As it turned out…three years hadn't made Harry any better at magical forms of travel. After the disconcerting pull and whoosh of the portkey, Harry found himself at the bottom of a tangle of limbs.

He heard Cedric chuckling from down near his legs, but was a bit distracted by the round bottom sat upon his stomach and the breasts inches from his face. Looking up to Ginny, he got the feeling that this hadn't been entirely unintentional, based on her teasing grin.

“That looks fun” Luna wistfully says, walking over from where she had landed perfectly on her feet. Ginny looked up at her while tucking her hair behind her ear. “It is. Help us out?” she said, extending her hand to her.

Luna blithely ignored the hand, choosing instead to step forward, before turning around and hopping up to sit directly on Ginny's back. This forced her downwards, pushing her breasts the final stage towards Harry's face as he fell backwards. “That's not what I meant!” Ginny admonished, but her squealing laughs and the chuckles of the others present made it clear that there was no real problem. “I certainly won't complain…” 

Soon, the group stood up once more and ushered out of the portkey landing zone. As they went through the checkpoint and into the campsite itself, Harry smiled at the bustling chaos of so many Wizards and Witches in one place.

Arthur stood at the front of the group and held his arms apart. “Welcome to the Quidditch world cup!”