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Madness at Hogwarts	By : indivisible_soup Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Madness at Hogwarts
- 1
# Uni AU
# Krum's POV
# mostly M/M (with a bit of M/F/M and M/M/F)
# Harry/Victor
# Harry/Victor/Hermione

Victor Krum was barely able to hold himself together, trying not to stare at the Pensieve standing at the opposite corner of this weird room, as he was listening to the discussion about a high-up British official named Crouch. This whole evening was way too much for him! Despite what many would assume, he was never able to handle stress well. Going into the arena to face a dragon or diving into the Black Lake had been stressful, sure, but it had been expected. Nobody had warned him beforehand that prior to this evening he better spend a few hours meditating to mentally prepare himself for what would happen.
He was hearing blood thumping in his ears. He tried to calm down, repeated again and again to himself that he better not faint. Not because it would be embarrassing, though it sure would, but because it might raise more questions and give them an additional motivation to dig deeper. And that was the last thing he wanted. He did not want for others to learn what exactly had transpired in the Forbidden Forest an hour ago. But he had no doubt they if he, or Potter, would be asked by the authorities to give their memories about the event, it would be a disaster. There would not be a chance that it would not eventually get leaked to some paper. Discreet bureaucrats? Yeah, right... If only he was able to produce memories with exact cut-offs... But he could not. And he doubted that Potter was capable of it either. And even if, would they be satisfied with the memory starting exactly when that man showed up? Surely not. They would ask for more to get some possible clues they would claim might be missing in the short memory. And that damn Karkaroff kept spewing his accusations at the Brits without a hint of letting it up. Sure, somebody had assaulted him - the champion of Durmstrang. Most likely Crouch himself. Considering Crouch's barely coherent blabbering it wouldn't be a surprise. But it was merely a Stunner. Hogwarts nurse had confirmed it. Now he was absolutely fine! Just let it go, Igor! Shut the hell up! Nobody asked for your damn input!
The door opened and with a clunking sound of a fake wooden leg a grotesquely-looking wizard entered.
"Alastor, found anything?" inquired Dumbledore.
"Inconclusive traces. But even if it was Crouch, then he's long gone," said Mad-Eye Moody, for a moment catching Krum's eyes and squinting at him. Victor barely managed to hold the second-long stare without averting his eyes, thinking that it might make him look guilty, even if he was nothing but, at least not in the eyes of the law. Inside he felt guilty and ashamed. Mostly ashamed though.
"It was definitely him," said Harry.
Victor felt the eyes of all present once again zeroing in on him and hurried to confirm, "Yes. The judge from the first task. Just like I said already."
"This is a setup!" exclaimed Karkaroff for the third time.
Victor barely held himself from elbowing his headmaster right in his stupid mug! He might easily claim later that it was an accident. All he had to do was to pretend to turn sharply and...
"Found this though," said Moody, pulling from a magically expanding pocket a moderately-sized purple throw cushion. "Has Potter's magical signature on it."
This was it! Victor gulped in panic, but at the same time felt notes of resignation to his fate. Whatever! He had done nothing wrong! Go and print it all in the newspapers! He still would remain in the tournament and would be known as currently the greatest Seaker alive!
"I conjured it for Mr. Crouch before going to get help," lied Potter without batting an eye.
Victor breathed out in relief. Of course! A simple pillow proved absolutely nothing! Only in his thoughts it seemed like an undeniably incrementing evidence.
If only he had listened to Karkaroff and stayed on the ship the whole time and only came out to the Triwizard tasks instead of gallivanting about Hogwarts all this time... Life would've been ten times simpler that way.
But in the end it was all because of Hermione. It was all her fault! If not for her he would never ended up in this situation!

# 90 minutes earlier:
Victor brought Harry Potter into the forest, not far from its edge, away from any possible eavesdroppers to talk about Hermione. She had been claiming that she and Harry were just good friends, but Krum couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more there. He knew that even if they were more than friends, he had no right to object. Hermione had said that because Victor was only visiting for the tournament and their relationships had a definitive expiration date, then there would be nothing serious between them. So there was no exclusivity between them. Even though Victor did not need more. He could get witches. Easily. He was Victor Krum! He just did not. Especially given Hermione's appetites.
"You want proof?" asked Harry unperturbed, surprising Victor, who half-expected to be told to fuck off. Not many would dare to do so, but it was Harry Potter he was speaking with. On the several occasions they had exchanged a few words Potter was nothing but polite. But now, after what surely must have sounded like a veiled accusation, he would not try hold back.
Victor sharply nodded, trying to show more resolve than he felt inside. It was his modus operandi almost every single second of his life that he spend not alone. Some years ago he had read that pretending to be confident would actually make him feel confident. But it was yet to start working.
Despite his affirmative nod, he did not know exactly what proof he wanted. The only definitive proof would be if Potter agreed to take Veritaserum, but Victor was not soft in the head to bring up something so illegal. On foreign soil to boot. Even if Potter would agree to take it, which was one in a million chance, Victor had no idea where he could even procure it. He knew people back home, but in Britain? He had no clue. He guessed that Karkaroff would supply him with some if he asked, but was not hundred percent sure. And why would he even risk so much for a witch who did not see him as anything more than a temporary fuck-buddy?! He could not answer this question to himself... But he was already there, so it was late to back down. Even though he knew how foolish he might look in Potter's eyes now - asking for a proof that could not be provided.
They already were standing quite close, but Harry took a step forward and ended up right before Krum. Victor was about to ask what Harry was doing as he felt Harry's hand on the crotch of his trousers, his fingers fumbling in search of a zipper, which they soon located and sharply tugged down with a distinct sound. Victor was in disbelief as he with slightly open mouth stared at Harry's cryptically smiling face as he felt him reaching into his boxers, then cold from the chilly spring air fingers wrapped around his limp dick, pulling it out.
Krum had been quite famous for the past two and a half years, and thus he had been getting a lot of female attention. Which at times manifested in actions not less brazen than Potter's. But he had never considered doing something with a man. Even though he had gotten some innuendos from some of his male fans. If it had been any other man, Victor wouldn't have hesitated at shoving him away. But this was Harry Potter and given the current score - his main competition in the Triwizard Tournament! So Victor kept standing frozen, not moving a muscle.
Victor felt his cock began rapidly fill up from Harry's gentle stroking. He thought that instead of standing like a mute he at the very least should voice out his surprise. Maybe even outrage. Although it was much closer to a shock than anger. But he could not find the words.
Was this Potter's way of proving that he and Hermione were just friends? Was he trying to say that he wasn't interested in women and thus Hermione? But that did not mean shit! What if he and Potter switched places? Yes, touching another man's dick would be somewhat weird, but it wouldn't be an unequivocal proof that he and Hermione did not have something going on! No proof at all! Touching somebody's dick where nobody could see them... Pfff... Big deal! Give Victor iron-clad assurances that nobody would ever find out about it - he would touch someone's dick right then and there. Hell, he'd touch five dicks if it came to it! Of course if those dicks were not ugly and belonged to some old wrinkly wizards. Potter's dick, for instance. It surely would not look too bad when hard. His limp dick, that Victor had caught a glimpse of in showers after a friendly Quidditch match, looked not too bad at all as he recalled.
After Victor's erection got as big as it could Harry let it go and stepped back. Victor thought on the best way to voice out his previous thoughts and not to sound to accusatory as Harry got out his wand.
Victor immediately realized that there was no point at trying to pull out his own wand - Potter would manage to curse him before he moved a muscle. This was a setup! Wait! How could it be a setup if it was not Potter who lead him to this spot? Well, it did not matter. Potter sure would not pass up an opportunity. Classic move - first Potter distracted him, even if in such an unconventional way, and then went for the kill. Harry Potter only looked non-threatening. And the fact that he was best friends with your so-called girlfriend also did not mean shit! Karkaroff had warned him to be extra careful and not be too trusting. Why didn't he listen to his headmaster? Because he was a moron, that's why!
Victor was about to inquire what Harry wanted, as Harry with his wand pointed straight at Victor muttered a word Victor wasn't able to make out. He did not even made an attempt to dodge - at such range it would've been impossible and would only make him look foolish. In retrospect he would realize that with barely any distance between them he should've tried to knock the wand out of Harry's hand the second it was pointed his wand at him - that would've been the best strategy in that situation, but at the moment no such thoughts came to his mind. At the incantation Victor's body only managed to tense up, in expectation of a potentially painful curse, but nothing hit him. Instead a cushion materialized mid-air right between them, hovered for a moment, and then softly landed on the ground, with a light sound of a few thin twigs breaking underneath.
"This would do," muttered Harry, caught Victor surprised, but relieved eyes and wiggled his eyebrows. "Right?"
Victor did not say a word nor gave any other indication that it was indeed right. He had no need to be told what that pillow meant. He had seen many times Hermione conjuring the exact same purple pillow adorned with frilly golden fringes. Though she had always done it wordlessly. Surely Potter was not going to ..?
Victor without saying a word watched Harry stash his wand away and get down on his knees. With Harry's face getting right up to his cock he thought that he should stop it. It was not right! But he failed to come up with appropriate words.
And, was this really not right? Feeling Harry's mouth envelop the head of his cock and start sucking on it felt quite right. More than right. It felt damn good!
This went on for about a minute. Quite intense, knee-quivering minute, during which one part of Victor tried to convince another that there was something wrong with having a man suck his cock, while the other tried to shut it up and say that he should enjoy it while it lasted. But then Harry stopped abruptly and pulled back off the cock.
"Is this enough of a proof?" asked Harry.
Victor stared down at Harry, surprised, and had to force his eyes away from barely-visible in the dusk light shine of Harry's glistening lips. Never ever, or at least not since he got famous, a witch stopped mid-blowjob and called it a day. He never took overly much time to cum from a blowjobs, after all, he liked getting them. But Potter was not one of his fangirls. Potter sucked on his cock for a minute. Giving it a few more would not change whatever Potter tried to prove by that. But he definitely did want for Potter to finish the job. Of course he did! Should he simply ask for it? Or demand even? But it was Harry Potter, not just anybody... He had to be polite about it...
"I can keep going..." suggested Harry, sparing Victor of asking.
"That could be very swell," said Victor.
At Harry's fleeting smirk along with momentarily raised eyebrow Victor thought that his wording must have sounded weird. In his head it seemed polite and correct, but he knew that he often used wrong words even if they seemed right, particularly in stressful situations.
But thoughts about his lacking English evaporated when Harry's mouth returned back to Victor's cock. How could they not? Especially as Harry instead of simply sucking on his cock, even if it had been quite an amazing sucking, turned to outright deep-throating. And skillful one at that. Victor in amazement stared down and watched his cock disappear into Harry's mouth again and again, as if feeling it was not enough of a confirmation. Harry was outright fucking him with his throat!
But even an amazing blowjob could not keep all of his attention on the overwhelming sensations when he heard something in the distance from the forest side.
"Wait!" whispered Victor, and Harry immediately stopped and looked up at him inquisitively. "I thinks someone's here."
Harry pulled back and looked around.
"Nah... Just the wind," said Harry and without hesitation returned back to the blowjob.
Victor was baffled by Harry's carelessness and seemingly complete lack of common sense. Did he not care if somebody caught them? Victor was sure that if he was the one on his knees with a man's cock in his mouth, he would've been much-much more cautious. And what if that somebody was not even human?!
Victor remembered Dumbledore's warning on the first day of coming to Hogwarts that the Forbidden Forest was dangerous. And Karkaroff stressing that point several times over as well. This was not the only famous magical forest he knew of, and he was aware that magical creatures, especially dangerous ones, rarely if ever would venture to the edges. Besides, any singular creature was not all that threating to a capable wizard. Maybe besides dragons. But dragons were not native here. The main danger of such forests was in the amount of creatures that could swarm a person at the same time. And that could happen only deep-deep within. So in terms of fearing being caught getting a blowjob, he felt relatively safe being not here nor there - not far from the forest's edge was the safest option. But that did not mean that the safest option meant he was safe. Somebody might also think that the edge of the forest was safe and just take a stroll right where Victor and Harry were!
On the other hand, if Harry, who had been living in Hogwarts for years and thus must have known its grounds well, was not worried, then Victor should not as well. It was not like he was ready to stop Harry giving him head just because he heard one sound, which indeed most likely was just wind knocking some dry branch off a tree...
Vast majority of his groupies did not let Victor finish in their mouths, much less swallowed his cum afterwards. Semen contained magic and it would be detrimental to anybody who ingested even a little of it, making the ingestee temporary lose some of their own magic in compensation, ranging from hours to days. So when Victor grunted out a warning that he was about to cum. He was sure that Harry would get off his cock and point it to the side, so that not even a drop would threaten to end up on his face or other exposed skin. But Harry kept going, fucking his throat on Victor's cock over and over. As if not hearing the warning.
Victor, using the last of his mental faculties as he tried to stave off the inevitable made an attempt to step back. But Harry did not let him by holding onto his thighs with a vice grip, hurling himself back and forth with even increased pace. It felt so damn good. The sensation of his cock going into a throat... It never would get old. It could not. Especially when that throat belonged to a famous person like Harry Potter.
The last thought Victor had before the first spurt of cum traveled through his cock and straight down Harry's throat was that it was a power play. As if by not caring whether Victor would finish in his mouth, Harry tried to show that he was confident that he had so much more magic in him, that whatever Victor would dish out could not possibly matter. Arrogant bastard!
During the orgasm somewhere at the periphery of his mind Victor felt Harry's hand stroking his cock, felt Harry's soft tongue and gentle sucking as he kept cumming in Harry's mouth for another few moments.
Victor sighed with his eyes closed. He just came in a mouth! He had not finished in somebody's mouth for a while... That mouth belonged to a man, sure, but despite that it felt so damn satisfying! Hermione claimed that she needed all the magic she could have and thus never let him. Not that he tried to be insistent on it. It was completely understandable.
Harry got up, spit what ended up in his mouth into the palm of his right hand and presented it to Krum.
Does he expect me to eat it?! Victor thought indignantly. Sure, he tried tasting his own cum once. No, not once. Once in a while more like. No more than once every few weeks that is. Just so. Without any apparent reason. Unable to explain to himself why he was doing it. But this time his cum came out of Harry's mouth! It was mixed with Harry's spit! And there was so much more than a small drop he would lick off his stomach after a wank now and then. Should he really do it? Is it also part of Harry's power play? Most of the magic had to be already defused into Harry's body, so probably there was practically nothing left in cum itself... And in the end, would it be so bad to swallow some of Harry's spit?
"I think it's proof enough..." said Harry, brought his hand to his mouth and slurped the cum back. "Mmm..." voiced Harry after swallowing and patted Victor's shoulder. "Came so much... Good boy."
After momentary sense of wonder after seeing Harry swallow shame hit Victor with renewed force. Why was he being called a boy?! The words themselves seemed so condescending, but the intonation somehow spoke differently. Why was Potter saying that? Why he even enjoyed Potter's blowjob so much?! What the hell was going on?! How his life could get so weird?! Did Hermione know that what would happen when she suggested for Victor to speak to Potter?! Hogwarts was a cursed place! Cursed with all its damn inhabitants!
But before Victor managed to find words to say in return, or at the very least thank Harry for unquestionably a good blowjob, there was a crackling sound of twigs snapping under somebody's feet getting closer and closer. He only managed to hastily stuff his cock back into his pants and zip them back up as the face of a disheveled, grey-haired man was illuminated by Harry's Lumos.
"Mr. Crouch?" said Potter, sounding surprised.
"Dumbledore... Get me Dumbledore..." rasped the man.

///

For months Hermione had not even looked his way before he had approached her to ask to the Yule Ball. He was aware that her initial indifference to him because of his fame made him find her more attractive then she objectively was. But despite knowing that, the the attraction to her did not diminish.
Hermione broke from the kiss and licked her lips.
"I think I'm tasting something new..." she said with a cryptic, heart-warming smile. "What might it be? Mmm... May it be the taste of Harry's cock?"
"WHAT?! NO!" exclaimed Victor defensively, shame filling him up, and for a moment averted his gaze, but just as soon as he realized that it would make him look guilty, he looked back into Hermione's eyes.
"So you're saying you didn't blow him back?"
There was an unmistakable accusation mixed with the general surprise in the tone of her voice. It took Victor a moment to realize what Hermione meant by "blow him back". English was so damn weird! When it came to oral sex blow and suck - opposite words - meant the same thing! What normal language would do that?! And those damn irregular verbs...
Victor stared at her agape, unsure how to answer. He was not stupid and right away recognized that her question was loaded. The problem that her accusation was 100% true. Should he confess? If Potter had told her about the blowjob, but she still kissed him, meant that things between them were good. But what if she was merely fishing? No! That was way too accurate to be a wild guess. Had Potter lied and told her that he got the same in return? Or merely insinuated? Why did Potter even tell her something like that at all?! It should've remained between them forever and ever! Who else he might have told about it?!

///

Krum froze mid-thrust as ethereal apparition of a ghost showed up right beside a wide metal pipe, his cock remained lodged in the entrance of Harry's throat. He was about to say that they got company as the ghost screeched, "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO NOT BRING YOUR PERVERSIONS IN HERE?! OUT! OUT OF HERE!"
Getting head from a bloke in a dilapidated bathroom for witches on your girlfriend's suggestion with her watching was already some high level of unorthodoxy, but being screamed on by a ghost for it?? When the tournament concludes, Victor planned not to step a foot on British isles for the rest of his life. Well, first he had to gather enough courage and ask Harry to let him suck his cock. At least to try to do it. Just to see for himself how it is. And then out for good! Fuck this madhouse of a castle and the country it was located in!
"Either shut up and watch, or piss off," said Hermione dismissively, then looked back at Victor. "She's harmless. Don't worry, she won't tell anybody."
"I am NOT harmless! Worry indeed! I will tell EVERYBODY..." Myrtle bellowed, speeding up and disappeared into the ceiling.
"She won't. Don't worry," said Hermione flatly, completely unperturbed, and patted Victor's bum, urging him to return back to the deed.
With question in his eyes Victor looked down at Harry, who pulled back, but not all the way off Victor's cock. His face showed the same lack of concern as Hermione as he slowly suckled on the cockhead.
"This is the third year she threatens us with exposure," said Hermione. "Though this is the first time she saw Harry with a cock in his mouth. Guess it's not her thing..." She chuckled. "Not that she ever stayed for us doing it after announcing herself. She likes to watch. But not when she's been spotted."

///

Fuck English! Stupid fucking illogical mess of a language for donkeys!
Well, this time it was not warranted. His anger was misdirected. English was not to blame. It was Victor's own assumption that lead to the misunderstanding. All those months ago when Hermione had described her and Harry's friendship as friends with benefits, he had thought that it simply meant they were very good friends. Not that it also involved fucking. Why he had assumed that was the meaning he did not remember.
Everything finally meant sense! ... Wait! No! How Harry sucking him off in the forest proved that Harry and Hermione were just friends with benefits? What was he still missing?

///

Victor was once again in a bathroom stall, this time he was wanking while watching Harry fuck Hermione from behind. Surprisingly, he did not feel even a bit of jealousy about that. Maybe it was because Harry on a regular basis have been giving Victor head for the past weeks. In this exact stall, this exact abandoned bathroom for witches. Victor was not allowed to the Gryffindor tower and Hermione to the ship. So they had to make do. Especially now, that Harry not infrequently participated in some way in their so-called dates. But this was the first time he saw Harry having actual sex with Hermione. Before at most he saw him eat Hermione out.
Victor's eyes once again quickly went over the surroundings in search of a ghost, but he did not spot her. His attention went back to Harry and Hermione, his eyes jumping from her jiggling breasts to her behind where he could see glimpses of Harry's cock on some outstrokes. It was so titillating - to watch other people have sex right in front of his eyes.
"Wanna?" asked Harry after he stopped and pulled out of Hermione.
Victor only allowed himself a momentary glance at Harry's cock before he looked at his face. Victor knew that Harry was asking whether he wanted to take Harry's place and fuck Hermione; they had already switched several times. But what Victor wanted Harry's question to mean - whether Victor wanted to go to his knees and lick Hermione's natural lube off Harry's cock. He wanted to do it so damn much! He felt like it almost would not be gay to do something like that. Almost.
Victor nodded and Harry stepped aside. He took Harry's place, grabbed Hermione's lovehandle with left hand and was about to enter her as Harry grabbed Victor's cock, leaned to it and gave it a second-long suck. Then Harry himself angled it and put up Hermione.
Victor sighed, enjoying the warmth of Hermione envelop his cock. He caressed the small of her overly-arched back as she tried to remain somewhat upright. He felt so envious of Harry! He also wanted to be able to do something like what Harry just did. How the hell Harry could just so damn casually take Victor's cock in his mouth for just a moment? It was so silly. Yet so hot. The whole situation was so insanely hot... Hermione being completely naked and him and Harry fully clothed, with only their cocks exposed, taking turns on her.

///

Victor and Harry were standing in Victor's cabin on the ship, where to he snuck Harry under an invisibility cloak as a pathetic, in his own current assessment, attempt at impressing Harry. Well, lots of students from Hogwarts wanted to see how the ship looked inside. But nobody was allowed to. That's why Victor decided to do that after finding out that Harry can this magical cloak. Victor was much bigger and taller than both Harry and Hermione. But in their presence he always felt small. He thought that at least in his own cabin it would feel different. But it did not work.
Both Victor and Harry only kissed with Hermione, never with each other. But Victor was dying in his desire to kiss Harry at least once. They were alone. And they were so close now. All he had to do was to lean in and do it. But he couldn't. But what he could do was to give a note to Harry. Victor had expected to chicken out to ask Harry verbally. So he reached into his left back pocket, pulled out a note and handed it to Harry.
Victor felt as if his heart was going to explode from how nervous he felt. The note was short, containing only one sentence. But Harry did not say anything and merely stared at the note. Second ticked by; at least they felt like seconds, maybe they were only fractions of them. Why was Harry taking so damn long?!
"Sure, why not," said Harry finally. The note burst into flames - it had been charmed to self-incinerate after it was read.
Harry began to unbuckle his belt and Victor with shock realized that he had given Harry the wrong note! Victor had made two and had been carrying them for a month now. One of notes asked for a kiss, but in other, which he had no intention on giving to Harry, at least not before giving the first one, he asked a permission to give a blowjob. He should've reached into his right back pocket!
But only a second later Victor felt like laughing from relief. Turned out it was so easy... He managed to turn the laugh that threatened to break out of him into several coughs. The last thing he wanted was for Harry to think he laughing at him as he undressed.

///

Victor opened the door and froze at the entrance of Myrtle's bathroom, flanked by Harry and Hermione, because he saw Ron Weasley.
"What were you doing in there?" asked Ron shaking a folded piece of old-looking parchment.
Victor knew this redhead, this was a good friend of Harry and Hermione, who was not aware that their friendship had benefits. And that meant only one thing - this redhead could not keep secrets! What if he tells somebody that he saw them exiting this dilapidated bathroom for witches? This was not good. Well, at least because a witch was already in the bathroom, the wards did not let Ron enter it on his own. Otherwise it would've made things much worse.
"What do you think?" asked Hermione, pushing Victor aside. "The three of us just had lots of sex. What else?"
Victor stiffened. Why the hell did she tell him that?! Wasn't he not trustworthy??
"Yeah, right..." said Ron scoffing. "Hagrid asked us to..." Ron glanced at Victor and stuffed the parchment he was holding in his pocket. "To do... A thing for him. Come on. Let's go."
"See you at dinner," nonchalantly said Hermione to Victor, pecked him and followed Ron.
"Don't worry," whispered Harry, who, unlike Hermione, seemed to understand what Victor thought at the moment. "Ron wouldn't believe it unless he sees it with his own eyes. We'll tell him we brewed a potion for the tournament."

///

Victor caught Harry's eyes and saw him smile. Victor nodded, feeling flustered. They were going to go into the Maze with each-others fresh cum in their bellies. How naughty that was! Victor was ashamed that he even thought about it in such terms. Surely such ridiculous thoughts wouldn't ever enter Harry's mind. Victor was sacrificing some of his magic for it, but Harry was doing the same. Although it still meant giving handicap to the other two champions... Well, so be it. And in a way Victor felt that Harry's cum was giving him strength somehow.
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