A Little Help from a Snake // Tomarry

42: Can I Get a Fuck No!

Reposted: December 2, 2021

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I was going to update last night, *John Mulaney voice* and then I didn't

Summary: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive; the goblet makes its decisions

"Harry, Harry! Did you hear?"

Harry started and raised his head from his book. "No, what's up?" he asked, taking in his friend's bright gaze.

Pansy plopped down next to him. "The other schools will be here tonight. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang," she added when Harry regarded her blankly.

"Really?" Harry closed his book. "Do you know how they're coming?"

"No clue. All I know is that classes will be cut short so we can come down to welcome them."

Theo and Blaise came trudging in and sat down at a table looking very disgruntled.

"What's up with you two?" Harry called to them.

"Filch," Blaise answered irritably. "He basically screamed at us for not wiping all the dirt off our shoes."

"It wasn't even us," Theo added. "There was this group of Ravenclaws in front of us."

Harry winced sympathetically. It wouldn't be the first time Filch made a scene. He terrified a pair of first-year girls into hysterics and yelled at Crabbe and Goyle when they dropped candy onto the floor.

The day of the other schools' arrival was filled with anticipation. Hardly anyone was paying attention in class; even Hermione looked keen on Potions ending quickly. When the bell rang, everyone went to their dorms to deposit their bags and books and came back out to the entrance hall.

The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines.

"I wonder how they're getting here," Daphne said, standing on tiptoe as she tried to look around a particularly tall third year.

"Apparation?" Theo guessed.

"Not possible in Hogwarts," Draco reminded him.

Beauxbatons were the first to appear, traveling by a large, horse-drawn carriage. A boy in pale blue robes unfolded a set of golden steps from the bottom of the carriage and sprang back. Out stepped a large woman with a handsome, olive-skinned face and large, black, liquid-looking eyes. She walked over to Dumbledore and spoke briefly with him before taking her students inside.

It wasn't long before Durmstrang came in a large ship over the lake. Their headmaster was a man with short white hair. When he smiled, Harry saw his teeth were rather yellow.

Draco took in a sharp breath. "Viktor Krum!" he said in a stunned voice.

He wasn't the only one to notice. Not far from them, Ron was grabbing onto Hermione as he pointed at Krum excitedly. A group of sixth-year girls frantically searched their pockets for a quill.

"Do you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?" one of them asked.

Immediately, the girls converged on her.

"Girls," Tracey scoffed as they passed the squabbling group.

"You're a girl," Draco pointed out.

"I know. I get reminded every month," she retorted.

Draco hadn't heard her; Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students had just settled down at their table and were taking off their coats. Immediately, Draco leaned forward and began chatting excitedly.