Exhibtion is A Right: Chapter 28 Early Release (Patreon)

"First Impressions Matter"

All individuals depicted are over the age of 18. All acts conducted within this story is done so with the consent of the individuals involved.

It was a bright morning on the day that Beauxbaton's and Durmstrang were due to arrive. Despite this, the bite of the approaching winter was evident, with frost melting on the grass and a cold breeze cutting through even thick clothing.

Harry had risen with the sun as usual, sitting by the lake and reading his Patronus book once more.

Since unlocking the most recent chapter, suggesting that he “experiment” with altering the casting of the Patronus, he had been looking up possible suffixes he could try.

There were several options. “Maxima”, when used on most other spells, had the simple effect of upping the output. However, this came with the downside of increasing the strain to cast the spell.

When Harry attempted to add Maxima to his Patronus, he felt this first hand. Though Prongs did appear to briefly glow brighter and grow slightly in size, the strain in doing so nearly made him pass out.

“No wonder the book says to practice maintaining the spell, if all these additions make holding the spell even harder…”

And so, Harry had reluctantly turned to slightly easier spells that increased the strain by a lesser amount.

Currently, he had Prongs laying down next to him. Only, he was currently a soft green in colour, as opposed to his usual blue. Harry hadn't even realized there were spells to change the colour of the spell casted, beyond the colour change charm itself.

Thankfully, the effort required to change the colour of his Patronus was far less than to increase its size. More, certainly, but manageable. It just meant he had to continue training his endurance.

Still, after a week of this practice, he was still finding himself staring stubbornly at the next blank page in the book that had yet to unlock.

“Clearly, I need to be able to do more than change its colour, huh.” Sighing and snapping the book closed, he was interrupted by the sounds of approaching footsteps.

“Still having trouble then?” Hermione’s voice called as she rounded the tree he was sitting at.

Harry looked up from his seated position, admiring the ample amount of thigh visible beneath her short Hogwarts skirt.

“How on earth she isn't freezing to death, I don't know. They must have warming charms embedded, I suppose…”

“No, nothing yet. I guess I'll have to try something harder again.” he replied.

As Hermione reached him, Prongs stood and walked up to her, butting his nose gently while ensuring his antlers did not injure her.

Hermione chuckled, giving the buck a scratch behind the ears. “It's still remarkable that Prongs is so solid. How long can you keep him out now?” 

Harry stood as well, slinging his bag back over his shoulder. “About an hour. Less while he's a different colour though. He's been out about half that and I'm starting to get tired.”

Hermione frowns. “Huh. Better release the spell for now then. The delegations arrive just before lunch, and you wouldn't want to fall asleep during that, would you?”

Harry almost denied that, feeling that he wouldn't miss that much and would happily sleep through the whole thing if that was an option.

However, he couldn't risk missing any possible changes that may occur that he needed to be prepared for. So, reluctantly, he nodded and with a conscious thought Prongs faded away once more.

As the pair trudged back towards the castle, Harry glanced beside him at Hermione. She appeared to have taken extra effort in her appearance, likely due to the incoming delegation.

She had dyed the streak in her hair again. Ensuring its purple colour right to the roots. Her nose piercing held a matching purple gem, and her lips were adorned with deep red lipstick. Her eyes had shadow, and her lashes were long.

“She really is beautiful…I mean, she always was, but seeing a Hermione with less inhibitions really highlights that.”

Not wanting to get caught staring, Harry chose to try to start up a conversation instead.

“So…I'm surprised you didn't attempt to gatecrash my fun with Lavender and Parvati a couple of nights ago. Or were you there and I just didn't realise?”

Hermione looked over with a hooded smirk, one that made his lower half twitch slightly. “Oh, I wasn't there, but I still saw everything. Lavender is well aware of my preferences…so she simply provided me with the memory afterwards.”

Harry blinked. “Wait…you have access to a pensieve?”

Hermione laughed. “Oh God no. Those are far too expensive, I think the only one in the castle is Dumbledore's, from what you've told me. No, you can simply put the memory straight into your own head. You can't see all around the memory that way, like you can in a pensive. You simply see things from the memory holder's perspective, as if you were the one there.”

She then looked off with a slightly dazed expression. “Lavender got a perfect view of you and Parvati, that's for sure. And I could almost feel just how turned on Lavender was too…had she not promised to get me a good view, she would have definitely joined the two of you.”

Harry chuffed and rolled his eyes. “That explains why Lavender held off joining in. I wonder how many more of my “partners” have similar agreements with Hermione? Does Ginny? Susan?”

Hermione saw his thoughtful expression and bumped her shoulder against him. “Don't think so much. Just have your fun, and trust I'm having mine. Still waiting for you to shag Tonks. She keeps complaining about the lack of fun she's having while she works here whenever we have our get togethers.”

Harry blushed lightly at the thought, following her into the bustling great hall, joining Ginny and Ron for breakfast. Ginny paused in her conversation with a fellow third year just long enough to give him a deep kiss right at the table, before continuing her conversation as if nothing had happened.

The silly grin on his face was likely the reason that Ron made a point of stealing the last sausage on the platter in front of them. Though his grin while doing so made it clear it was more a joke than not.

A few hours later they were all gathered outside in the castle grounds, lined up neatly by house and year at the direction of their professors. 

The bright day hadn't gotten any warmer. This meant that, even with the warming charms, some of the girls were starting to show goose pimples on their exposed skin. The vast majority also had visible nipples beneath their shirts, as bras were seldom worn by any of them as far as Harry could tell.

Ginny had managed to ensure that her place in the line of the third year Gryffindor’s was right in front of Harry. This meant that she could simply lean back and get Harry to hug her round the middle to help keep herself warm.

Harry was more than happy to do so, tucking her head under his chin. His height meant that he was easily able to see over her comfortably. He did not miss the barely concealed looks of jealousy from Ginny's roommates, though whether that was from the hug or the warmth it was providing, he wasn't sure.

“So. How do you reckon the other schools are getting here? They must have us standing out here in the cold for a reason…” Ginny mused out loud. 

“Maybe they'll have their own Express? Though why wouldn't they have us meet them by the gate in that case…” Seamus muttered from beside them. 

“Nah, I've got two Galleons with the twins on them coming in something called a Blimp. It might be a muggle invention, but then so is the Express” Dean replied excitedly, looking up into the sky as if to manifest the giant airship.

Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged a quick glance, well aware of the method already, after all.

After another fifteen minutes of waiting, the group was starting to get restless. Ginny even started to subtly move each of his hands. 

One was directed to her breast, where it was drawing lazy circles around her nipple, now hardening for more than just the cold. The other was lower, by her waist and belly button.

Harry leaned down to her ear. “Careful, we're drawing a few looks already, Gin” he whispered into her ear. She shivered in his arms, looking up at him with a smoldering gaze.

“If one of those looks wasn't from bloody McGonagall, I'd have bent over and taken your cock already, fellow students be damned.”

Harry chuckled, glancing over to where McGonagall was, indeed, watching them like a hawk. She was clearly unimpressed with their closeness, but so long as they didn't do too much more, they weren't technically breaking any rules…

He still couldn't resist giving Ginny's nipple a quick tweak, making her moan before she was able to stifle it quickly. “Fuck. You know I'm gonna get you back later, right?”

Before Harry could reply, Dean shouted out. “Look! Up there! I knew it, give me my two Galleons Fred!”

Everyone looked towards where he was pointing. In the sky, a tiny figure had appeared, though it was rapidly getting bigger as it approached.

“That's no Blimp mate. Not unless it's crashing” Seamus chuckled, as it was clear that whatever was approaching was flying in far too erratic a style.

Soon, the huge carriage being pulled by a trail of enormous Abraxans was visible in all their glory. Even the second time seeing it, Harry had to admit it was quite the entrance.

As the carriage landed and the winged horses slowed to a trot, there was a ripple of conversation. The carriage was huge, but would clearly have to have been expanded inside to fit the whole delegation. It was impressive, with gold accents and an almost marble finish on the outside rather than wood.

The door opened and the chatter rose further as Madame Maxine stepped out of the carriage.

Her sheer height was immediately apparent, easily taller than any present, even Hagrid! She had to duck to get beneath the huge doors to the carriage.

Despite this, she still held perfect proportions. This was clearly apparent, as she was currently wearing a tight, long dress that showed off her hourglass figure. Her legs. As tall as the average first year, were free of the dress due to the huge split up to her hip, and her enormous high heels helped to add even more height.

Clearly, this world's version of Olympe was not nearly as conscious of her height.

She immediately strides over towards Dumbledore, her steps confident despite the uneven terrain. 

Greetings were clearly exchanged, though they were too far to hear them properly. The sight of Dumbledore looking up at her was rather entertaining, however. His eyeline was directly at her barely contained breasts, and he had to look through her cleavage to make proper eye contact, something Harry felt was an intentional choice of hers.

“Ooh…those uniforms are gorgeous!” Harry heard Lavender gasp from further down the line. Turning his attention back towards the carriage, it was to watch the twenty something string group of girls descend the steps of the carriage and form lines behind their headmistress.

He felt his mouth go a little dry.

Sure, the Hogwarts uniforms for the girls here were sexy. The tight shirt, the short skirt, not to mention the freedom to modify them to preference. But the Beauxbatons uniform was downright sinful.

It still bore similarities to the previous uniform Harry had seen. The majority of the uniform was still blue silk, with the same small triangular hats upon their heads. But that was where the similarities ended.

The skirt was very, very short. Even shorter than those worn by Hogwarts. As the material was straight and tight, this meant that they barely covered the girls bottoms fully. On some particularly gifted girls, the bottom of their cheeks were in fact visible. Harry doubted they could bend without revealing a lot more.

The top half consisted of a tight corset with a half cup brassiere. This meant that every girl's waist was cinched in a little, emphasising even the smaller chests among them. As they had only half cups the tops of all their breasts as well as their bare shoulders were fully visible. Their nipples were just barely covered, ensuring they still met international rules regarding the Empowerment Act.

Finally, they also all wore high heels, in the same blue as the rest of the outfit. Harry was fully convinced there were charms involved in them, as none seemed to struggle to walk on the cobblestone path despite them.

“Well…now I'm jealous. Think they would get me one my size?” Ginny said while eyeing up one of the nearer students. 

Harry grinned and hugged her closer. “Now that I would want to see” Ginny looked up at him and kissed his chin. Before he could lean down and reciprocate, he felt a slight brush against his occlumency shields, from the direction of the gathered Beauxbatons.

Looking up with a frown, he quickly found the source. There, towards the back of the group and trying to blend in unsuccessfully, was a group of individuals with silver hair. 

Harry immediately recognised Fleur, stood in the middle with her arms crossed to ward off the worst of the wind. She looked about as happy to be here as she had last time. What he hadn't expected was the other three surrounding her.

There was her cousin, Isabelle. As well as Isabelle's fellow petite cheer leader Elena. Finally, looking around in interest at the castle and grounds was Gabrielle, Fleur's sister.

“Huh. I guess she is older this time, so she must have been able to join more officially this time. Still. I hadn't realised the others were actually still in school…”

The source of the brush on his shields was now obviously coming from then, as his defences warded off the passive allure they were giving off.

“Holy shit…Veela? That's gonna make the year interesting. Oh man, I hope I don't make too much of an idiot of myself. I already want to say something stupid…” Ron grumbled, looking pointedly away from the four.

Faye smiled from next to him, before pulling Ron's face towards her own. “Don't worry, I'll be sure to distract you.” She then kissed him firmly on the lips. It certainly seemed to work as a distraction!

Harry looked back one final time to the group. As he did, his eyes met Isabelle's. She paused in her conversation, before smiling widely. She then nudged Fleur and gestured towards him, causing the whole group to look over.

Elena waved his way enthusiastically, while Gabrielle visibly blushed and gave a small wave too. Harry smiled and returned the wave back.

Fleur rolled her eyes…but still gave him a polite nod. Isabelle simply blew him a kiss, making Fleur sigh and push her forwards as the whole group started walking into the castle.

“Blimey…you're one lucky sod, you know that mate” Seamus grumbled, having seen the exchange. “When did you bag a French Veela?”

Before Harry could confirm or deny, Ginny leaned forwards. “World cup. It was hot. I assume the next time I'll be invited?” Ginny looked up with false innocence in her eyes.

Seamus just sighed as if the world hated him. Harry just chuckled. “Of course. Though I'm unsure if anything will happen, Ginny. I haven't exactly spoken much to them since then.”

Hermione scoffed. “Please. They only waved to one person here, Harry. I reckon they remember you plenty well enough. Now, what I'm curious about is whether they will be joining us in classes or not. I want to ask them about their lessons at Beauxbatons.”

As they talked about the Beauxbatons delegation, another call came out from the Ravenclaw students. Someone had spotted the crows nest of the ship that poked out of the great lake.

As soon as everyone's attention was upon the lake, the huge black Galleon rose from the depths to sail upon its surface, its sails unfurling.

“Trust them to want to show off” Harry thought, well aware that they were waiting until someone noticed them.

The ship sailed towards a dock that had been erected recently, clearly with their arrival in mind. Soon, a large gangplank had been lowered and Igor Karkaroff was revealed walking towards the shore.

He was exactly as he was before, wearing gaudy rings and having a heavy walking staff. His fine fur coat barely detracted from the bedraggled mess of his hair or the sorry state of his teeth when he smiled towards Dumbledore in a clearly forced greeting.

Harry's lip curled unconsciously. The man was foul, and having learned what he had about him, he honestly hoped he never had to interact with him.

Instead, Harry turned his attention towards the rest of the delegation. The whole group was dressed in thick fur coats, covering them from head to toe, as well as a thick fur cap.

Even the girls weren't showing a hint of skin, which after several months of growing used to the various daring attire the girls of Hogwarts would wear was a bit jarring to see.

“I guess the climate around Durmstrang makes such outfits impossible, even with warming charms…” 

Following immediately behind Karkaroff was, unsurprisingly, Victor Krum.

He looked about as happy to be there as he was the previous time. Same surly expression, staring directly forwards and pointedly not looking at the crowd of Hogwarts students that were pointing and clamouring about his presence here.

The big difference…was the tall figure stood directly beside him. Though swathed in the same fur coat as the others, the silver hair and rounded face was unmistakable to Harry, despite having only seen her once.

Josephine, the lead Veela cheerleader. She was looking around the grounds and amassed students with more interest than Victor, and Harry felt that familiar brush of allure. Though Josephine's was far more tightly controlled than the others had been.

Harry couldn't help but smile when he saw that the pair were holding hands. Something that hadn't escaped the rest of the crowd, based on some of the snippets of conversation he heard.

Josephine squeezed Victor's hand at one point while gesturing to the Quidditch pitch, saying something with a smirk that got Victor to break his frown and smile slightly in return.

Soon, the slightly awkward greetings between the headmasters were over and the delegation marched towards the castle proper.

It was not long after that the Hogwarts students were also led back inside, heading straight towards the great hall in preparation for lunch.

As the Gryffindor group sat down, Ginny looked up and down the table with a curious expression. “Wait, are the tables longer or is it just me?”

Ron, having sat down and put an arm round Fay, shrugged. “Well, the delegation has to sit somewhere. Reckon some will join us?”

Angelina, having sat down with the other chasers not far down the table, gave a small sigh. “Oh, I hope Krum does…that's a lot of talent right there.”

Alicia huffed with a smile. “In Quidditch perhaps, but I'm not sure he knows how to smile. Even if he has a hell of a body, I'm not sure I'd be interested.”

Angelina frowned. “Of course I meant Quidditch. Think of what we could learn! Oh shit…he's going to be on the Durmstrang team, isn't he?”

The trio of chasers groaned. Harry winced. “Most likely, yes. But hey, think of how Ireland beat Bulgaria. And you can bet I'm still going to try to beat him to that snitch”.

The girls brightened up at this. “Harry…if you beat Krum to the snitch…you can take me however the fuck you want” Angelina said lowly with a hooded gaze. The other girls giggled, and Ginny just rolled her eyes with a smile.

Harry blushed lightly. “Now, there's motivation, huh”.

It was at this point Dumbledore stood, cutting off his response. The hall quietened in respect. “Thank you. Now, we are to welcome our guests to our school. First, the delegation from Durmstrang!”

The doors burst open, and a similar display to what Harry had seen before began. The delegation marched up the central aisle, their staff beating to the floor in time to a chant they made.

Several of the group split off, breathing fire into various shapes such as a Dragon or a Phoenix. One of these individuals was Josephine, her fire construct being easily the most complex and animated, displaying her skill with fire.

As the display concluded, the hall erupted in polite applause. The display was certainly impressive.

The group then bowed to the hall, before moving as one towards the Slytherin table, just as last time. Angelina groaned at seeing that. “Great…just great. Maybe Malfoy can at least glean something for the team.”

She paused…then shuddered. “I can't believe I'm relying on Draco of all people…”

Harry chuckled as he watched Krum and Josephine, who did indeed move to sit near Draco once more. When they got there, his eyes widened as each of the delegation shucked off their heavy fur coats, now that they were in the warmer hall.

Beneath, each student was wearing what Harry could only describe as gym wear. A tight top combined with a set of shorts. On the guys, this wasn't remarkable, though it showed how well built Krum's torso was.

Nearly all the girl's, however, had decided to wear options that were much tighter. Likely a size too small. Harry found himself wishing that Josephine was sitting with her back to him, as if he could see her camel toe from even this distance…then her impressive ass must look amazing in them.

Still, the sports bra making up her top half made her modest chest stand out nicely. “That's more what I would've expected, after the Empowerment Act…”

Dumbledore stood up once more once the Durmstrang students were settled. “Now, the lovely ladies from Beauxbatons!”

Music filled the hall, coming from the open doors to the hall. Last time, the delegation had performed a short dance similar to ballet, complete with conjured birds. This time, they still danced…but what a difference their uniforms made.

Where before the short skipping and hopping they did was mostly innocent, now each step they made threatened to spill their cleavage from their containment in their brassieres.

Each spin, lean, jump. The fact that none had in fact ended up showing anything more than their current cleavage made Harry suspect that their clothes were charmed to prevent such…accidents.

This show was impressive enough as it was. With Fleur and Gabrielle joining in, more than a few eyes were fixated on the gorgeous sisters as they danced down the aisle.

“Ah shit…Faye? I need a distraction”, Ron grit his teeth as his eyes began to glaze slightly as the allure began to affect him.

Faye simply grinned, then pulled him in for a snog, effectively distracting him for sure. Good thing too, as what happened next would've definitely broken his limited control.

Isabelle and Elena, who up until this point hadn't been part of the performance, stepped into the hall in unison.

What followed was a series of gymnastics that showed exactly why the pair were on the mascot team. They backflipped, cartwheeled and spun in a show of flexibility that took the breath away.

Had they done this in any other outfit, this would've been impressive. As they were doing this in the same Beauxbatons uniform, with its tiny skirt and high heels, it became downright dirty.

Each flip caused them to flash as the skirt was far too short to cover anything in such a position. Isabelle revealed an almost sheer set of lacy black panties, while Elena…had nothing!

Each time she flipped she showed off her tight, glistening slit to the whole hall. It was just as pretty and mouthwatering a sight as Harry remembered.

“Holy fuck…you tapped that?!” Ginny whispered urgently, her legs rubbing together in arousal at the sight. Based on the reactions of the hall, she wasn't the only one to have the same response.

“Pretty sure that just broke the Empowerment Act…” Hermione muttered, though she didn't sound quite as upset as she would normally when it came to rule breaking.

Ron still had Faye’s tongue down his throat, so had missed the entire thing. Probably for the best…

The two Veela finished with Elena hopping up onto Isabelle's shoulders in an impressive lift, leg lifted up to her chest and giving a final clear view before she dropped down and they both bowed. The applause that rang out easily beat that given to Durmstrang, with several whistles mixed in to boot. One of which had come from Ginny.

Harry glanced at the Slytherin table…and saw with amusement that Josephine had her head in her hands and appeared to be lamenting her fellow cheerleader's choice. Krum was patting her back awkwardly in an attempt to console her.

When the clamour finally died down, the ladies filtered off towards the tables. Rather than all heading towards the Ravenclaw table as they had before, they all split between the spaces available,much to the delight of the students they joined.

At first, it looked like the group of four Veela were going to join Josephine at the Slytherin table. However, one glance at her from Elena made her shake her head and gesture in the complete opposite side of the hall…being their table.

As they walked along, several of the older Gryffindors tried to encourage them to join them. However, after a quick sweep of the table, Gabrielle's eyes landed on him. Completely ignoring the rest of the Gryffindors, she walked towards him with a smile on her face.

“Bonjour, Monsieur. May ve join you?”

Isabelle chuckled, stepping up beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Trust you to vind your ‘ero, Gabrielle. You don't mind, right ‘Arry?”.

Harry forced himself to think past the allure, thicker now that all four were nearby. He was also very conscious of the jealous looks and curious gazes being directed their way.

A quick glance at Ginny confirmed that she was more than happy with them joining too. “Er, feel free. How have you been since…well. You know” 

The girls all pile in on the bench opposite, the chasers sliding up a little to make room. “We ‘ave been well, zank you. I ‘ave been vorking wiv Isabelle on my flames zince zen. I do not vish to be a vulnerable like zat ever again” Fleur responded. She was glancing at the hall, clearly still unsure about it but not being as derogatory as she had been before, at least.

“Right? Zat whole situation vas messed up! Zhank God I vas vith Josephine vhen…zat ‘appened.” Elena trailed off, and Harry didn't miss the slight wince from both her and Isabelle.

Still, the great hall wasn't the place to ask what happened. Luckily, her comment was largely missed by the others at the table, as Katie leaned forwards. She had a slightly cautious look in her eye as she watched the four being so friendly with him.

“You said he was your hero? What did Harry do this time?” she asked.

Isabelle raised an eyebrow at Harry, who simply raised his hands up in mock surrender. “The newspapers never reported it. I didn't exactly want to draw attention to it either…”

Isabelle nodded in understanding. Self defence it might've been…but between them they had killed several of the poachers.

“‘Arry saved me and my sister and cousin from Fiend Fyre” Gabrielle said, looking up through the bangs of her hair at him with a soft smile.

Several nearby students suddenly seemed more interested, looking his way in surprise. Katie's eyes had widened, and she glanced at Harry as if to confirm what she said was true.

Harry sighed. “Well, there's no getting out of this…”

The group spent the next half an hour explaining quite what had happened at the end of the World Cup, while tucking into the lunch that had now appeared in front of them.

Through an unspoken agreement, none of them mentioned the deaths they caused, only that they defended themselves and managed to push them to retreat. Obviously, the Fiend Fyre was of the biggest interest, and learning quite how he stopped it made many people pause in thought.

“Huh, never thought you could use a Patronus like that…I really should try to learn that spell.” Angelina muttered.

Harry shrugged. “Neither did I. It was more a…desperate move, I'll be honest. It felt right at the time.”

By now, desserts were out and lunch was winding down. “Never mind all zat! Ve're ‘ere for ze tournament! Are you putting your name in ‘arry?” Elena asked as she licked the ice cream off her spoon.

Harry shook his head. “No, I won't…but I'm on the Quidditch team. So I'll still be part of it.” Isabelle smirked and leant forwards.

“Oh? Zen I look forward to beating you!” she said with a challenging glint. 

Harry returned it. “Oh? Just because you've watched professionals, don't think it'll give you an edge”

Isabelle leaned forwards. “I do more zan vatch. Who do you zink ‘elps vhen zey are training…”

The pair stared at each other, before Elena sighed. “Just ‘urry up and kiss, I know you vant to Izzy”

Isabelle didn't deny it, simply winking at his blush and leaning back once more.

“Fine, ve vill see vhen ve play. But before all zat…vat are you doing tomorrow? Ve could do vith a tour of ze castle, perhaps?” 

Harry had been planning to spend the day with Ginny. “Er, well I'll be…” he started, before Ginny elbowed him in the side. 

“Sure, he can help with that. Though I want him back in one piece ladies.” Harry looked at her reproachfully, but she simply winked and leant in. “Don't you dare miss this opportunity, Harry. I'll still be there when you get back. Besides, I reckon Hermione might hurt you if you did “

Harry glanced to his other side, seeing that Hermione was keeping a polite conversation going with Gabrielle about Beauxbatons. Despite this, her slightly heavy breathing and dilated eyes were showing just how aroused their allure was making her.

“Ok, consider me your guide tomorrow. Shall we say straight after breakfast?”

The girls nodded. Elena looked at him with  a smirk. “And perhaps we can give you a tour of our own…I have a lovely bedroom in the carriage, you should really see it…” 

Ginny and Isabelle both laughed at his expression. However, before he could respond, Elena's smirk dropped from her face and was replaced with an embarrassed look, as Harry felt someone step up behind him.

“And is zis tour reserved for just zese four, or can anyvone join?”

Turning around, Harry came face to chest with a tight sports bra. Looking up between her cleavage, he was met with the cool gaze of Josephine.

“Er, no? I mean, you're welcome to join us Josephine.” Harry answered. Damn, why did he feel nervous? Something about her just screamed dangerous…

“Good. Me and Victor vill join you zen.” She then looked over at Elena, who was trying to appear as small as possible.

“Don't zink I didn't see your little show, Elena. The whole hall did. A nice view it might be, but remember zat you represent not just Beauxbatons vhile you are here, but also ze Veela. Try not to appear…desperate.”

When Elena nodded, she gave a firm nod herself. “Good. Zee you tomorrow.” She then turned and strode back towards the Slytherin table.

“Huh, I was right, those shorts really do show her ass well…” Harry thought, watching her cheeks bounce in the confines of the skintight shorts.

As she left, the whole group gave a sigh of relief. “Scary one, that one.” Ron muttered, having eyed the whole interaction with caution.

Isabelle huffed. “Like she can talk. Can basically see ‘er pussy through zhose anyvays” she muttered, though Elena shushed her and looked back towards Josephine in concern.

“Quiet!. I don't vant to be kicked from ze mascot team!” she whispered harshly.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, but dropped the conversation. By now the desserts were finished and students were starting to get up to head out the hall.

Harry awkwardly cleared his throat. “So…tour tomorrow then?”

The group all nodded. “Yeah. We've got to go get settled in the carriage and be given our Rotas. Some classes are being held there, but others I think we're joining your classes.”

Huh, another change. “Well, I'll be looking forward to that then.”

The group split ways, with Isabelle and Elena each giving Harry a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. Gabrielle also stepped forwards to do the same, much to Fleur's embarrassment.

As they headed out the door and onto the grounds, Harry and co turned and started walking towards the Gryffindor tower.

“Well, your description didn't do them justice, Harry. You better convince them to have some fun tomorrow, or I'm gonna be very upset!’ Ginny said as she walked ahead of him. She was side by side with Hermione, and Harry was sure they were walking with extra sway to their hips to make a point.

Ron and Faye were thankfully at the front of the group.

“I don't think they're going to need convincing, Ginny. That Elena girl at least was undressing him with her eyes most of the conversation. And I think Gabrielle has a crush on you, Harry.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “That's just hero worship. I doubt she would want the same as what Isabelle and Elena have done with me”

Both girls just glanced at him, before they rolled their eyes and walked further ahead. 

Harry blinked. “What did I say?” he asked out loud, before shrugging and following.

One thing was sure…tomorrow would prove to be interesting.