Chapter 11: First Task, Yule Ball and Romance
24 November 1994
The date of the first task arrived bright and sunny. Harry attended a wand-weighing ceremony but avoided Rita Skeeter when she tried to interview him like a plague. Harry knew the first task was a nesting dragon. He was confident in his ability to be entirely ready for it. He did have backup plans that he would go through if needed. Evalinge and Pansy had asked him if he needed help, but he had told them to trust him.
Harry entered the champions' room and found Hungarian Horntail, the most dangerous dragon in the world after the Black Dragon, his opponent. While Harry was absolutely sure he should be able to deal with a dragon, he knew it would be difficult. He would have to do something phenomenal.
Harry entered the arena and cast a flame-freezing spell on himself. The lord of House Potter was going to show his prowess today. Just as he was about to reach the rock to take cover, the dragon broke its shackles and roared fire at Harry, who remained carefully sidestepped and unaffected but now cautious. The dragon roared. It was clearly in the mood for a fight. Harry decided that he would give him one.
"Accio Broom," Harry's firebolt flew across the pitch towards Harry, who had caught it. Then, he raised his wand and started casting. First, he cast a Conjunctivitis curse on its left eye, which enraged the dragon; Harry dodged its spiky tail and cast the curse again, this time to its right eye. With both eyes blind, the dragon went on a rampage and started roaring fire everywhere, enflaming the rock behind, which Harry was using as a shield. Harry turned around and started his plan.
"dum argenteis catenis" "dum argenteis catenis" dum argenteis catenis. One by one, three chains emerged from his wand, and Harry took on his firebolt, ran circles around the dragon, and tied it in silver chains. He had the complete dragon in silver chains in two minutes.
"Ignis tempestas", Harry conjured a firestorm around the dragon still on the broom at a height of fifty feet. He increases the intensity of the fire. The firestorm was not to burn the dragon but to get it in the centre, and it worked. He quickly dismantled the firestorm and cast his last spell. His own creation. He had started learning spell crafting about two years ago, and now he can create his first spell. It was a powerful spell that could cut through anything like paper, along with the damage of a high-powered blasting curse.
"Tandaum", a bright white light erupted from his wand and hit the dragon. The dragon became still and slumped on the ground. Dead.
He took the egg, stood beside the dragon, and cast a sonorous.
"I, Lord Harry James Potter, hereby claim the carcass of the Hungarian horntail; I defeated, so mote it be," he said in a clear voice and left to the champion's tent and the whole arena.
"And our final champion has actually fought the dragon and killed it. He completed the task fastest in just eight minutes." Ludo Bagman announced in the microphone. The reactions of the people were terrific. The women were looking at him with awe and some in obvious lust. The opposing school heads were looking at him with awe and fear. A seed was planted in their minds about who was about to win the tournament.
Harry entered the tent, only to be prodded by Madam Pomphrey while the other champions looked at the scene.
"Really, do you want to heal me, or you just want to feel my body, Poppy?" he asked with a cheek that earned him a blush and an eyed look.
"Mind your cheek, Potter. You are definitely fine," she asked, surprised, and Harry nodded.
He was just released when he was hugged by a blonde missile.
"You were incredible there, brother," Evalinge said, smiling at him proudly.
Harry had just exited the class, and he approached Evalinge nervously. She saw his nervousness and frowned.
"What happened, Harry?" she asked softly. He looked like he wanted to hide.
"I want to go to the ball with your sister, but I cannot ask her", Harry said fidgetedly, and Evalinge could see the sadness in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Harry, she may just ask you, " she said, seeing his hopeful look and nodded. He looked at her with a smile, and they left.
Pansy was feeling… aroused after Harry's performance in the first task. It was a testament to his power that he defeated the dragon in a single combat. Now she had started feeling angry. They had the Yule Ball in three weeks, and she knew she was missing something. She had also seen how Harry had refused more than two-thirds of the school's female proposals. She saw Harry's look of sadness, and he wouldn't even look at her for the last two days.
Pansy knew she was somehow the reason for sadness, but she couldn't grasp how exactly. The Parkinson heiress felt her heartache as she Fleur Delacour, the most beautiful girl in the school currently, a veela moving towards Harry with a purpose: to ask for the date to the yule ball. It clicked. At that moment, the thing she was missing clicked. She needed to ask Harry for Yule Ball. She had forgotten that. But now she had missed a chance. Who would reject Fleur Delacour? She felt terrible now.
"Monsieur Potter, would you go to the Yule Ball wiz me." Fleur Delacour asked seductively, looking smug at others. She had seen his wielding power, which made him attractive in her books. And she would get what many other girls couldn't. After all, she always got what she wanted. Many of the girls at Hogwarts felt crushed that Fleur Delacour had asked him, and now he would be gone.
At the head Table, the teachers saw Fleur Delacour ask the question. They had seen Harry rejecting Hundreds of offers. Minerva and he knew the reason. Pansy Parkinson. They had seen losing hope slowly when Heiress Parkinson didn't ask him.
"Looks like my school will tame your champion, Dumbledore," Maxime said, smirking smugly.
"Harry will not accept," Dumbledore said confidently.
"There is no chance he would reject an offer from Fleur. After all, she is the most beautiful girl in the school," she said snottily, and Dumbledore laughed.
"My dear Maxime, you do not, Harry. He will not touch this offer with a ten-foot pole." Dumbledore said, shaking his head.
"We shall see," Maxime said confidently.
Pansy had to do something, or she would lose the chance, but she didn't need to worry.
"No," Harry said without looking up. He knew it was Delacour.
"Excuse me", Fleur asked as if she had not heard him.
"No, I will not go to the ball with you, Miss Delacour. My apologies," Harry said emotionlessly. Pansy could not believe Harry had rejected the villa.
"But why?" Fleur asked incredulously
"I am waiting for someone to ask me," Harry said without looking at me. And then Pansy understood Harry's sadness and pain. He wanted her to ask him. How could she not understand that many signals from Evalinge? She had repeatedly told her who had asked Harry out. She turned to Evalinge, who was glaring at her, and recoiled but then nodded to Eva, who nodded, but her glare did not recede.
She moved towards Harry while Fleur was speechless and rooted at her spot. Bitch, Pansy thought.
Pansy walked towards Harry confidently.
"Lord Potter." This time, he did look up to her but did not look in the eye; there was fear in his eyes, which he hid.
"Heiress Parkinson," he asked, still not looking her in the eye.
"I would like to court you and give a gift to claim you as mine," she said, holding out the gift. Harry looked shocked but nodded. Pansy went behind back, pulled the locket out of the box, and placed it on his neck; it had a green gem with Parkinson's crest in the middle and P. He still had his head down, but she could see the unshed tears in his eyes from this close. She held him from the back.
"Mine", Pansy spoke huskily in a low voice near his ears, and he shivered. Her voice was low, but everyone heard her.
"Yours", Harry said in a deep, low voice, but everyone heard him again. His head was still down, but she could see his happiness from her position. She was 5'10, three inches longer than Harry, so she leaned on him while hugging him.
"Will you give me the honour to be your escort to the Yule Ball?" she asked huskily in his ears and saw his shudder.
"Yes", Harry said softly, still not meeting her eyes. She could see tears trying to leave, but he held them. She tilted his chin so that she could see him in the eyes. What she saw shook her to the core. Unconditional love, complete submission, longing, hope and ultimate devotion. All for her. Pansy tilted his head more, moved down, and kissed him from behind. She felt his soft lips and slipped inside without any resistance.
While she thoroughly explored his mouth, Pansy felt him returning the favour with his lips. One hand held his chin, and the other explored his body. She kept exploring his mouth till they needed the air, and the sight before her put a smug and happy smile on her face. In front of her was a completely flushed face, a red tinge on his cheeks, and an adorable smile was Harry Potter. After two years, he looked thoroughly snogged, blushing and shy for the first time.
Pansy looked around to see the entire Hall stunned. Her sister was also looking at her in astonishment and acceptance, then at Harry, smiling, who was still not meeting her eyes. She looked up at the head table to see Dumbledore's eyes twinkling, and McGonagall looked at her with shock, then she was smiling. She left the great hall, smirking at Fleur Delacour.
Harry motioned Evalinge to follow him and left the hall. As soon as they reached into an unused classroom, Evalinge hugged him.
"I want you to make me absolutely unresistable for the Yule Ball. I want you to dress me such that your sister would want to fuck me in the great hall," Harry said, looking at her wickedly. Evalinge got a glint in her eyes and nodded.
"By the time night is done, she will hang you from the ceiling and fuck you, even if you refuse," she said, laughing at the blush that came on Harry's face when he nodded.
That night, Pansy entered the Slytherin House, grabbed and taken into a room where Tracey Davis was waiting for her. The door shut closed, and she turned to Tracey, who was looking at her expectantly.
"Well," she said
"Well, what," Pansy asked in confusion
"Did you just claim Potter in front of the whole school, and he said yes?" she asked excitingly
"Yes, I did," Pansy said with a smirk.
"Do you know how much danger we will be in?" she asked
"It doesn't matter. I have hurt him enough till now. He is mine now. I will deal with the consequences," she said confidently, leaving a shocked brunette behind.
The day Yule Ball arrives, Pansy thinks of Harry's reaction when he sees her. She didn't know her predicament yet. She went and stood by the door of the great hall.
The ball was about to start in 10 minutes. Pansy was shocked to see a pretty-looking Hermione standing next to Viktor Krum. All the dates were already there. She was just waiting for Harry. At 5 minutes before the Ball, Harry entered, and her mind went blank. He was wearing a black robe with green trimmings and low sneakers, his eyes soft and lips blood red and smooth, which made him look gorgeous in her eyes. He looked absolutely ready to be fucked. She saw him approaching her, looking at her, and blushing at her look. He then came in front of her and kissed her hand.
"You look lovely, Pansy," he said smoothly, smiling at her
"You look Gorgeous." she blurted out before she could stop herself, but smiled when she saw Harry look down with a blush. He then showed the gift she gave her, but it was not placed on his wrists.
"Now, everyone can see it," he said, blushing, and Pansy smirked.
"You are right; everyone should know who you belong to," she said, still smirking, before the doors opened, and the other three couples were led inside. Harry and Pansy entered last, and whispers grew.
"He looks amazing."
"He looks eatable."
"Is that really Potter"
"Woah, Parkinson is hot."
The whispers grew, and Pansy saw Harry becoming red again, but he was smiling. Everybody looked good except Weasleys, who were wearing ghastly robes.
People then sat down to eat. Pansy took Harry to the head table, where Minerva and Albus smiled at them. It was filled with other champions, their dates, professors, announcers, and Percy Weasley.
"Pork chips," Harry said while looking at the menu. Food appeared, and he offered it to Pansy first, who smiled at the gesture. Others followed suit.
"Durmstrang is situated near a sea," Viktor said to Hermione.
"Now, Viktor, there is no need to give secrets about our school," Karkaroff said condescendingly.
"So much secrecy. One would think you are hiding something." Albus said, eyes twinkling.
"No, Albus, We just respect our privacy and secrecy," Karkaroff said, grinning.
"Beauxbatons is much better. Hogwarts have those dirty statues," Fleur said arrogantly.
"The dirty statues that you call have protected Hogwarts often in the past, during wartimes. Hogwarts is the only magical place that any army has never conquered. Hogwarts students open many schools like Beauxbatons. Oh wait, Nicholas Flammel, an alumnus of Hogwarts, opened it. What a surprise," he said with a gasp like it was a big surprise for him. Pansy coughed to hide her laughter, and McGonagall and Dumbledore smiled again.
"Do you want to dance, Harry? Pansy asked, inviting him, which he accepted, and the dance began. Harry and Pansy started gliding along the room. To other people, they looked like they had been together for years. Pansy took the lead, and Harry followed. Harry had learned dancing from Evalinge last year. They danced for what seemed like half an hour, which was actually three hours. Harry looked into Pansy's eyes with love to convey his feelings. He took her hands in his and took her out of the hall. Pansy looked at Harry with hooded eyes. She was hungry, and Harry would taste nice. They went outside in the moonlight.
"Thank you for inviting me to the ball. You looked amazing tonight," he said shyly, looking at her.
"And you look ready to be eaten," she said seductively, and he almost lost control.
"Pansy, I love you," Harry said, looking at her with love, uncertainty, vulnerability and hope. She was about to reply but was stopped.
"You don't need to say it. You can tell me when you are ready," he said, smiling at her and taking her hand in his. She nodded
"I wanted to give myself completely to you today. But I understand you are not ready yet. Take your time, Pansy; we have time." he said earnestly, and she nodded in gratitude.
"I just want you to know that I am yours completely, and you can have me whenever you are ready. I am yours. I hope you are happy," he asked the last statement in question, and a silent tear fell from his eyes.
"I am", she said, taking him in her arms. It felt good to have him here. Completely to herself. To claim him. Though his statement has shocked her. He had told her she could use him whenever she wanted. She would have to think about it.
She lifted his head to see he was again looking down, forced him to look into her eyes, and kissed him. This was sweet and held a promise. She saw that he looked absolutely blissful, and he sighed happily.
"I like being here. Feels like this is where I belong." Harry mumbled, still held in her arms. Pansy knew what he was talking about; it felt right that he was in her arms like this. He shifted his head onto her shoulders, and she knew he was very content.
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