80. Settle in.
Was Ryan bothered by the situation? Not at all. Who would really complain about a magical, supermodel-level beauty attaching themselves to you?
It had been a while since anything truly caught him off guard. Usually, he was the one pursuing obsessive beauties, not the other way around.
Fleur, on the other hand, was as content as she could possibly be. If she could purr, she would be purring. Instead, she preened at the attention, her Veela magic and allure humming in satisfaction as they wrapped around Ryan possessively, as if marking her territory.
Her heated gaze roamed his body, practically undressing him with her eyes as she leaned into him, her fingers tracing familiar paths over the muscles she had long since memorized. If her gaze grew any hotter, Ryan was sure his clothes would ignite on the spot, granting Fleur her wish of having her wicked way with him right there in the Great Hall.
Yue, watching the display with mild amusement, smirked. "You know, if you stare any harder, Fleur, you might actually set him on fire."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I think she'd enjoy that."
Fleur didn't even bother denying it, simply giving Ryan a satisfied smile as she continued running her hands over him. He was living his best life. Plenty of people around the hall were shooting him jealous glares.
As the warmth of the Great Hall enveloped the arriving students, the Beauxbatons delegation had already begun settling in, finding spots near the Ravenclaw table and chatting softly amongst themselves. Often, they would shoot curious looks toward Ryan and Fleur before gossiping in French. Madame Maxime kept a watchful eye on them while exchanging polite words with Professor McGonagall.
Meanwhile, the Durmstrang students had been led to their designated space, shedding their heavy furs and cloaks. Unlike the Beauxbatons students, who carried an air of refinement, the Durmstrang students exuded a hardened, battle-ready presence. Many carried themselves with the confidence of warriors, their eyes scanning the hall, sizing up the competition.
Igor Karkaroff remained near Dumbledore, his gaze sharp as he whispered to his students in hushed, clipped tones. Every so often, he would glance toward Viktor Krum next to him and ask if he needed anything, his expression smug and proud.
Just as the murmurs of conversation began to settle, the heavy doors of the Great Hall creaked open once more, revealing Argus Filch struggling to push in an ornate wooden chest. The aged caretaker huffed and muttered under his breath as he dragged the object forward, its weight making each movement deliberate. With a final grunt, he reached the center of the hall and looked toward Dumbledore expectantly.
The headmaster stood, his ever-present twinkle in his eye as he gestured toward the chest. "And now, the moment many of you have been waiting for—the Goblet of Fire."
A hush fell over the Great Hall as Dumbledore flicked his wand, the lid of the chest opening with a deep, resonant thunk. A wooden goblet floated out, blue flames erupting from within, casting an eerie glow across the students' faces.
"The Goblet of Fire will serve as the impartial judge in selecting the champions for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, his voice carrying easily across the room. "Starting tonight, and for the remainder of the month, any student wishing to participate may submit their name. However, be warned—the Goblet does not make mistakes. If you are chosen, you are bound by a magical contract to compete. This is not a decision to be taken lightly."
Excited whispers broke out among the students. Some looked eager, practically vibrating in their seats at the thought of glory, while others regarded the Goblet with a healthy dose of caution.
Fleur, still practically draped over Ryan, seemed unbothered by the announcement. "It does not matter," she murmured, her fingers idly playing with the collar of Ryan's robes. "I already have my prize."
Ryan snorted. "Good to know where your priorities lie."
Yue giggled. "At least she's honest."
Rachel sighed. "This year is going to be interesting."
The Goblet of Fire's blue flames flickered, waiting. The tournament selection had begun.
Soon, the feast began.
"Fleur, wait until you meet Serenity. I'm sure you will love her. Let me tell you a bit of a story." Yue, ever one for mischief, leaned forward and whispered in Fleur's ear about the many times Serenity had snuck under the table during breakfast to get herself a nice long breakfast sausage and a serving of cream to start her day.
A hungry and predatory gaze traveled to Ryan's lap as Fleur's fingers turned white clenching onto the table. There were too many eyes on them right now, or her face would be buried in Ryan's lap, trying out some premium sausage for herself.
The more Yue whispered, the heavier Fleur's breathing became. Due to his superhuman senses, the smell of arousal slapped Ryan in the face like a truck. The aura around Fleur intensified as she seemed to become even more beautiful and erotic, her inner Veela practically screaming at her mate—breed, breed, breed!
Luckily, all of that allure was directed at Ryan, or there would be a mad orgy going on in the Great Hall.
"...and it tastes so sweet, almost like candy. Every time he fills you up, you get the most amazing..." Yue continued whispering like a demon in her ear.
Fleur's breathing was heavy, her eyes half-lidded and dilated, the allure around her practically tangible at this point, rolling off her like a heat wave.
She was reaching dangerous levels of arousal, her thighs rubbed together and it took every ounce of her self control not to rip her dress off and mount him. But that self control was starting to slip and she was starting to not care as her hand trailed towards his lap.
Rachel finally spoke up. "Yue if you don't stop we are going to witness a sexual assault in the great hall and I don't think the professors would approve even in the spirit of school cooperations." She warned as an empath she could clearly tell what Fleur was feeling and it even made her hot and bothered as she grew damp between her legs.