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Blood and Inheritance	By : TCardan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: A big thank you to all the reviews on this fiction. Sorry it took me a bit to get this chapter out. I had a tough time writing the duel scene for some reason. Also, we start the fourth year and there will be a Tri-Wizard tournament, but Harry will not be in it because the Voldemort plot doesn’t exist in my version. There are other intrigues going on however. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

Chapter Nine

The summer before Harry’s fourth year at Hogwarts, Sirius and Bianca had taken him on a tour of all the capitals of Europe. They traveled for nearly six weeks, visiting both Muggle and magical landmarks and tourist spots. Harry noticed that Bianca seemed to have an awful lot of relatives scattered about and the worst part was when they had to visit with them. He did, however, enjoy some of the trip, but missed his time with his group of friends as they readied themselves for their first trial at the duel ring.

So without much practice, Harry now found himself at the duel arena with a full crowd of on-lookers the week before school was to start. There were two grievance death matches that night before the trials began and so the crowd had had their blood lust satisfied and were more relax as the students readied themselves for their trials.

The boys didn’t know who they would be dueling until it was time for them to step into the ring. The reason for this was so they could not spend time strategizing what they knew about their opponent in the way that a typical Slytherin might do. They were expected to make quick judgment calls and use their wits in the heat of the moment.

Draco and Theodore were called to duel first, both quite evenly matched. Draco, however, took the upper hand in the last few minutes of the duel, rendering Theodore petrified.

Harry sat uncomfortably when Draco and Teddy were first called to the arena. He didn’t expect that friends would have toduel one another and this fact really bothered him.

Vincent and Gregory went next, and so Harry and Blaise knew they’d be battling one another afterwards. Blaise glanced at Harry nervously. He knew he was doomed already as Harry was the best duelist of the group by far. He leaned to Harry and whispered, “Leave me some dignity out there, all right Harry?”

Harry frowned and mumbled, “Don’t worry about it.”

When they announced Harry Potter Black and Blaise Zabini, Harry continued sitting on the bench. Blaise had stood and now hesitated as he noticed Harry not moving.

“Come on, Harry,” Blaise urged.

“No, I won’t fight a friend,” Harry replied.

The crowd was now craning their necks to look, wondering what the hold up was. The LeStrange brothers came to the boys as they were required to stand at either end of the duel ring as their duel masters.

“Come, boys, you were called,” Rudolphus stated.

But Harry sat stubbornly and shook his head. “I won’t duel, Blaise. I won’t duel a friend.”

Rabastan now moved in front of Harry, his voice lowering so that they would not be overheard by too many people. “You do realize this is not a death match. It is trial, Harry. You duel one another at practice. It is similar.”

“These people don’t want to see practice. They want us to hurt each other. They cheer for us to cause pain. I won’t do that to Blaise. Choose someone else for us.”

The LeStranges looked fit to explode, but held themselves in check. The other fathers of their friends now made their way to them.

“What is the problem?” Lucius asked.

“He will not duel Blaise,” Rabastan seethed.

“There are only older students left, Harry,” Rudolphus said, tones clipped. “Do you wish Blaise to duel one of them?” Rudolphus thought for sure that Harry would relent rather than place Blaise with a more experienced duelist.

But before Harry could answer, Blaise said, “I’ll do it. I’ll fight someone a year older.”

Lucius observed Harry’s face a moment, still noting his stubborn demeanor. Not many had the audacity to go against the established rules of the ring. Yet, perhaps the boy did have a point. “Nott, go and inquire amongst the fourteen and fifteen year olds and see if they would be willing to duel tonight.”

Theodore’s father set off toward select members of the crowd, while Lucius told the announcer that they would have another ten minute intermission while matters were being settled.

“Why did you cater to a child’s tantrum, Lucius?” Rudolphus complained. “Harry needs to listen to his elders.”

“You and I both know Harry would have easily won against Blaise,” Lucius smirked. “I think this may be an opportunity to see what he could really do. Otherwise, he would have held back in order not to injure his friend.”

Blaise ended up dueling a fifth year and did admirably even though he didn’t win. But when it came time for Harry to duel, Mr. Nott still hadn’t found any boy who’d agree to go against him.

Finally Mr. Nott put his wand to his lips and magnified the sound. “We are need of a duelist to fight in a trial against Harry Potter Black. Is there any wizard under the age of nineteen, who would like to be his partner?”

The crowd looked at one another, waiting to see who would volunteer. Then someone stood up in the back and said, “I vil face him!”

The spotlight moved to the voice and everyone started chattering when they recognized Viktor Krum, the famous Quidditch player. Next to him sat a dark haired wizard who was pulling on Krum’s sleeve, trying to get him to sit down. “No, Viktor!” he urged.

But Viktor shook off the man and stepped toward ring.

“Blimey, Harry,” Vincent said from behind him. “That’s Krum! You’re going to duel Victor Krum.”

The dark haired wizard hurried behind Krum, an unhappy expression his face.

“Karkaroff,” Rudolphus greeted, “what brings you to these parts?”

“We are here this year for Viktor to participate in the Tri-Wizard Tournament at Hogwarts.”

Harry’s friends all smiled with delight. There was going to be a Tri-Wizard Tournament this year? That would definitely make the year more exciting.

“Viktor,” Karkaroff grumped. “You should not be dueling. You need to focus on the tournament ahead. You should not participate in these distractions.”

Viktor turned his head and sneered. “He’s just a boy. Don’t verry.”

The boys were positioned at either side of the ring. Rabastan stood behind Harry, squeezing his shoulder a little too hard as he hissed in his ear. “Is this more acceptable for you, Harry? See what you have done? Now you must duel an eighteen year old boy from Durmstran.”

Harry glared at Rabastan and shook off his hand, surprising his dueling master. But Rabastan retreated back into the shadows, taking his proper place.

Then Harry’s eyes caught the gaze of another sitting at the side of the ring in the front row. Severus Snape had come tonight, which surprised Harry a bit as he had never come to any duels that Harry had witnessed before.

Their eyes connected and Harry could hear his professor’s words in his mind - the words he spoke to Harry last year.

Rule or be ruled.

Harry gave Snape a slight nod before he met Viktor in the center of the arena, shaking hands and making their bows.

“Don’t hold back,” Harry said to the Bulgarian boy.

Viktor lifted one brow, thinking the kid much to cocky for his own good. Well, he’d teach the spoiled brat a lesson. Viktor was use to winning, use to coming out on top.

At the end of the countdown, Viktor pointed his wand and yelled, “Flipendo,” intending on knocking Harry quickly off his feet.

But Harry countered him with “Protego,” sending the spell back on Krum and knocking him flat on his arse.

Viktor growled as the crowd quieted, feeling embarrassed that the fourteen-year-old was so quick. He knew Harry was waiting for him to get back on his feet to cast a spell, so before he stood straight he quickly cast “Stupify” on Harry but the dark haired boy quickly knocked it away, smiling at the failure of Viktor’s trick.

Harry cast “Levicorpus,” dangling Viktor in the air by his feet.

The enraged Quidditch star cast an “Incendio,” at Harry’s robes while he was upside down, causing the crowd to gasp in surprise. Student trials were not supposed to be extreme and Viktor was crossing the line.

Again Harry cast “Protego,” sending the flames back at Viktor who screamed as the heat surrounded him.

“ENOUGH!” yelled Karkaroff, stepping into the ring and quickly dousing his champion with water from his wand.

“Incarcerous,” Harry yelled, pointing his wand at Karkaroff and causing ropes to wrap around him. The helpless wizard fell over to one side, glaring daggers at Harry and sputtering in his native tongue.

Harry made his way over to the outraged man and said, “You shouldn’t have interrupted my trial.”

“You are not to burn your opponent during a trial!” Karkaroff growled.

“It was his spell. I merely sent it back. Perhaps you need to teach him how to control his temper.”

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do!” Karkaroff snapped. “Untie me.”

Rabastan stepped up behind Harry, smirking at Karkaroff over his shoulder. “Do you admit defeat?”

Karkaroff’s face burned with indignation and he snarled before answering. “Yes,” he hissed. “Now release us and let Viktor get attended to.”

“Finite Incantatem,” Harry said, releasing them both as Rabastan held his other arm in the air and the crowd cheered and clapped for Harry’s victory.

Harry’s friends gathered around him, congratulating him. Then Harry searched for his professor in the audience, but he was no longer there. He wondered if Snape was pleased with his performance or not. He supposed he’d find out soon.

OOOOO

The boys frowned at Slytherin table when Cedric Diggory was called to be the Hogwarts champion for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Of all the people…

“We’ve got no chance now,” Blaise frowned. “Might was well cheer for Krum.”

Victor Krum was the champion for Durmstran and Fleur Delacour for Beauxbatons. The boys didn’t mind Fleur, of course, as she was quite beautiful to look at. But they really didn’t think she’d win unless she could use her beauty to some advantage.

Harry disliked Cedric Diggory for as long as he could remember - ever since the boy had called him a Dark Wizard. Unfortunately, Harry had done nothing to disprove this in Cedric’s eyes because he had taken every opportunity to punish Cedric for this insult. But Cedric didn’t always turn the other cheek and did strike back at Harry when he thought he could get away with it. But since he was three years older, he had to be careful not to get labeled a bully.

The worst part of the beginning of fourth year, however, was when Harry found he was attracted to Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw who always greeted Harry with a big smile and flirty demeanor. She was quite pretty in Harry’s eyes and Harry wondered if she was friendly to him because of his fame. But he really didn’t care if that were the case. The biggest obstacle was the fact that she had a crush on Cedric Diggory which was made worse when he was announced the Hogwarts champion.

Harry gazed at Cho from the Slytherin table, watching her clap. The adoration on her face for Cedric was disgusting to him.

Blaise, whom Harry had confided in, watched Harry’s expression as the scene unfolded. Sitting on Harry’s left, Blaise turned and whispered, “Lots of bad things can happen to people in the tournament, Harry.”

Harry turned his gaze to Blaise and their eyes connected in understanding. A slight tick to the corner of Blaise’s mouth told Harry that he had a fellow conspirator in this matter and a sort of dark excitement ran through his veins. “Yes, it can be quite dangerous,” Harry agreed.

A slow smile spread on Blaise’s face as he felt the same rush of power and excitement.

Draco, who was sitting on Harry’s right, noticed the two muttering something and asked, “What are you two on about?”

Harry turned his face to his best friend and said, “Just commenting on the fate of Diggory in this tournament.”

Harry hadn’t told Draco much about his crush on Cho Chang. Somehow, he couldn’t talk about romantic interests around him like he could with Blaise or Theodore. Draco had a tendency to overreact when he knew Harry thought about pursuing someone. No one ever was good enough in Draco’s mind. Draco could always find at least twenty things wrong with any person Harry mentioned.

Gregory and Vincent grew more and more crass when it came to sex. They were both determined to lose their virginities’ this year and talked boldly of how they were going to get the idiot Hufflepuff girls to pull off their knickers for them and let them have at it.

And so those two started a new morning routine amongst the friends in which the others were reluctant to join at first. As the six friends shared a large bath and shower room in the center of their dungeon, they always took their showers at the same time every morning, each in an adjacent stall along the wall. During this time they usually talked as they showered, but lately Gregory and Vincent had changed the routine to something much more enjoyable.

At first, Harry, Draco, Theodore and Blaise thought it hugely funny when Gregory and Vincent began wanking in the shower every morning as they discussed their Hufflepuff witches and their plans to fuck the magic out of them. Theodore and Draco would yell at them to go to their rooms and do that, but the two horny boys didn’t listen and didn’t care.

Over the course of a few weeks of hearing the detailed sex talk and the heavy breathing, the sounds of their fapping, the rest of the friends gave in to the pleasure of a morning wank in the shower.

Then Blaise said, “Shut up about those stupid Hufflepuff girls. Let’s have some new wank material.” Soon they were taking turns. Every morning someone had to come up with a fantasy for them to wank to.

These fantasies consisted of things like:

“Daphne Greengrass and Fleur Delacour are sitting outside having a picnic. It’s too hot outside, so they strip naked. When they see each other’s titties, they can’t keep their hands off of them and they begin sliding those naked bodies all over each other.”

“The Patil twins get naked in the Great Hall, lay down on the tables, and let everyone touch their titties and pussies. They moan like whores and then let anyone fuck them right there on the table.”

“Viktor Krum fucks Karkaroff in the arse in order to shut him up. Then he sticks his filthy cock in Karkaroff’s mouth and makes him suck him off.”

“We are sitting in the common room, doing our homework, and Daphne and Pansy decide to give us all blow jobs while we read. We can feel their hot little mouths sucking us empty and they finger their own pussies as they do it.”

“The Weasley brothers chain their sister to the wall naked and decide they will make money for their family by letting people have their way with her for some sickles. They bend her over and spank her arse until it is as red as her hair. Everyone lines up to spank her arse even more as they toss sickles to her brothers.”

“During the tournament, the champions have to take turns sucking off the whole school. Whoever swallows the most cum is the winner. Cedric figures he’d get the biggest load from Hagrid’s cock and spends most of his time trying to fit the monstrosity in his mouth. Meanwhile Fleur has sucked her way through Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Viktor has only managed to suck off Snape because Snape takes too long to cum. Cedric ends up in St. Mungo’s with a shattered jaw.”

“Fleur is required to fuck Slytherin house for losing one of the competitions. She slips into all our beds naked, taking turns. She sits on your cock and fucks you until you cum, putting her titties in your face.”

On and on their imaginations took them, providing entertainment, laughter, and sexual relief. Somehow, showers seemed less of a chore and more something to look forward to now that they had their new routine.

One morning, on Blaise’s turn, he said, “Cho Chang stands up from her table in the Great Hall and walks over to Cedric Diggory. She says, ‘Your cock is way too small for me. I prefer Harry’s excellent cock.’ Cedric starts bawling like a sissy. Then Cho says, ’You disgust me’. And she stabs him in the eye with a fork. Then she goes to Harry, pulls out his cock, straddles it, and starts fucking him while everyone watches.”

Harry enjoyed that fantasy very much as he fapped and he may have grunted louder than usual because Draco was now looking at him in suspicion.

When they shut off the water and began drying, Draco asked, “You want Chang, don’t you?”

Harry shrugged, not wanting to hear Draco start ticking off a list of items that were unflattering about Cho. But he couldn’t stop Draco from nagging him as they shared a room and he had followed Harry into it as they prepared to dress for the day. The other boys had retreated to their own rooms to do the same.

“Why would you want her, Harry? Don’t you know she…”

“Stop,” Harry interrupted. “I don’t want to hear what you think of her. You never agree with me about anyone I like.”

Draco stared, stunned. “I… that’s not true!”

“It is true. Name one person you think would be a good match for me. Just one,” Harry asked, dropping his towel before putting on his undergarments.

Draco’s eyes did a quick sweep of Harry’s body. Not that he hadn’t seen Harry nude numerous times, but it was just that he couldn’t seem to not look. It was a good thing that Harry was more interested in dressing and he never noticed Draco’s interest in his body.

“Well?” Harry prompted when Draco didn’t answer.

Draco had almost forgotten to answer as he was so struck by how beautiful Harry’s body was becoming more and more each year. Harry’s shoulders were broadening and his torso tapered down to his hips and tight looking rear.

Draco looked away, trying to think. Surely there was someone…

“I don’t know,” he finally said in frustration. “I need to think about it more.”

“Exactly,” Harry laughed. “You can’t think of one. Everyone has something wrong with them - according to you. I don‘t need perfection, Draco, because it doesn‘t exist.”

“That’s not true,” Draco grinned. “I exist and I’m perfect.” Then Draco realized what he was implying as Harry’s gaze fell on him. He blushed and turned to his desk, packing his books and assignments in his bag for class. His face grew hot as he knew Harry was looking at him. Would Harry figure out his deepest desire?

Draco knew since he was twelve that Harry was more than his best friend. When he began developing other urges and desires, he only ever thought of Harry. Every wank he had before sleeping each night starred Harry in his mind. But never had he thought to tell him or do anything about it. Mostly because he worried that Harry would never feel the same and that exposing his desires could ruin the best friendship of his life.

But if Harry had picked up on this clue, he didn’t indicate. He passed Draco on the way to the door and said, “Come on, time for breakfast.”

OOOOOO

The first challenge of the Tri-Wizard tournament was very exciting as it consisted of battling a dragon while trying to steal a golden egg from it. The boys were please to see Viktor win over the other two, especially Cedric. They were disappointed to see that the Hufflepuff got away without too much injury.

“If only we knew ahead of time what the event would be,” Blaise whispered to Harry at dinner that night. Harry knew Blaise was implying that they could somehow put Cedric at a disadvantage if they did know. “Do you think there’s a way to find out?”

“Possibly,” Harry smirked. His eyes caught those of Karkaroff who sat at the head table with the professors. He always frowned at Harry whenever he saw him, never quite forgiving him for the humiliation at the duel arena.

“They say the eggs hold the next clue as to what the second challenge is,” Theodore added.

They glanced at Viktor who was sitting further down Slytherin table with his mates from Durmstran. The golden egg sat on the table between them to admire and discuss.

“Perhaps we need to get to know some of those Bulgarians better,” Harry said, causing the others to nod in agreement.

Harry had another reason to want to sabotage Cedric besides his hatred for the boy. He wanted Cho to stop liking Cedric and start noticing him more. He wasn’t sure that making Cedric lose the tournament would do the trick. Cho might not care if the Hufflepuff won or lost.

Harry knew he had to have a back up plan as well, one that would truly turn her off from the charming seventh-year. He leaned toward Blaise and whispered, “Let’s talk later.” Harry knew he could always count on Blaise for the most devious of plots and intrigues.

OOOOO

A/N: What will they do? You’ll find out next time. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please send me a review and let me know. Thank you so much. Until next time…
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