It was 5:30am, Monday the 25th August 1994. Y/N and Hermione had apparated to the front door of the Burrow just as a car pulled up. Lavender and her mum got out and walked over excitedly.

"Hermione, Y/N!" Lavender smiled as she hugged them both. Hermione hugged Lavender's mum Melissa while Y/N held out his hand. Melissa ignored it and hugged him as well.

"It's good to see you my Lord" Melissa said excitedly, bowing after the hug.

"Good to see you too Mrs. Brown" Y/N smiled. "But please call me Y/N."

"Ok but you call me Melissa, both of you" Mrs Brown smiled. They knocked on the Burrow door and Maisie opened it, half asleep, but smiled at her friends.

"Y/N, Hermione, Lav, it's so good to see you all" she said cheerfully, hugging them all. They went to the kitchen where Molly was finishing off breakfast.

"Hello dears" Molly smiled. "Just finishing breakfast. Help yourselves to a cup of tea. Could one of you wake Harry and Ron up for me please? The rest of the kids are getting dressed."

A smirk grew on Y/N's face.

"I'm fairy sure Lav wouldn't mind would you?"

A small blush crossed Lavender's face as she nodded and walked upstairs. Y/N chuckled and Hermione slapped his arm. Melissa reached to pour tea before Y/N stopped her.

"I've got it Mel."

He unsheathed his wand and levitated the teapot, filling up cups with tea, water and sugar lumps.

"You're allowed to do magic outside school?" Melissa asked shocked.

"I am an adult Melissa" Y/N chuckled.

She smiled as Molly started to dish out eggs, sausages and bacon. It wasn't long before the twins, Ginny and Lav were down, joined by Ron and Harry moments later. Arthur came in the back door not long after, proclaiming happily: "Morning Weasleys, Browns, Y/N, Hermione, Harry!"

"Dad! Arthur! Mr. Weasley!" Came various replies.

"Just popped out for the paper. Thought you would find this interesting Y/N" Arthur said as he handed Y/N a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Hehe told you babe" Y/N smirked as he handed Hermione the paper, she read the headline out loud.

"Minister for Magic drunk on duty. Boozy afternoons and drunken sleeps noticed by Ministry staff!"

"You knew?" Lavender asked shocked.

"I had a meeting with the Minister a couple of days ago. He uhh... passed out about halfway through. Very unprofessional" Y/N chuckled.

"No politics at the breakfast table Y/N" Molly chastised him.

"My apologies Godmother" Y/N smiled.

"So excited guys? We will be leaving in half an hour. Bit of a walk. Charlie, Bill and Percy will be apparating to us at lunch time" Arthur spoke up, wanting to keep the peace.

"Why aren't you and Hermione apparating     Y/N?" Harry asked.

"You two can apparate?" Melissa asked, again shocked. "You aren't allowed to until you have a licence!"

Y/N chuckled.

"I've had my licence since I was eleven Melissa, and I apparate Hermione. She wouldn't break the law. And to answer your question Harry. Nothing like a lovely early morning hike- besides seeing you and Ron use a portkey. I wouldn't miss that for the world."

"Portkey?" Harry asked confused.

"You'll see" Y/N chuckled.

They ate breakfast before Melissa went to leave.

"So I've got five galleons for you Lavender, make sure you behave yourself."

Y/N smirked as Lavender embarrassingly answered her mother in the affirmative. The pair hugged before Melissa left. The travel party got up and headed out the door.

"Where's your stuff guys?" Lavender asked Y/N and Hermione. The others had heavy backpacks on. Y/N and Hermione weren't carrying anything.

"Pouch" Y/N chuckled.

—~—

They had been walking for about an hour. Harry and Ron were trailing a long way behind, the others with the exception of Y/N out of breath.

"Hurry up!" Arthur yelled to the two boys as  Y/N turned to his girlfriend.

"You ok baby?"

"Yeah. Just puffed" she smiled.

"Piggyback?" Y/N asked genuinely.

"No you don't have to-"

"I want to love. Can I?" Y/N asked again, offering his back.

"I'll take it if you don't" Lavender chuckled as she huffed.

Hermione smiled and blushed slightly as she hopped up, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck, squeezing his torso with her legs.

"Enjoy the ride Lady Granger" Y/N chuckled as Hermione kissed him on the cheek.

—~—

After another hour the two youngest boys were lagging even further behind. Y/N was up the front next to Arthur, the pair talking happily, as Hermione hugged into Y/N's back, kissing his neck and head as she did.

"Hey Dad where are we going?" Ron yelled frustrated.

"Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!" Arthur yelled back.

"I told those two in first year to work on their cardio" Y/N sighed.

Five minutes later they arrived at a large tree.

"Arthur! Y/N! About time son!" A man yelled out.

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a sleepy morning!" Arthur called back. Hermione smiled in excitement seeing Bea standing next to the man.

"This is Amos Diggory, works with me at the Ministry" Arthur introduced.

"Arthur this delightful young Lady is Beatrice Haywood and-"

A thump was heard as a youth landed next to the pair.

"And thus strapping young lad must be Cedric!" Arthur said with a smile as they shook hands.

Hermione got down and hugged Beatrice as Lavender and Maisie did the same when they arrived. Y/N shook Amos's hand.

"Amos. It's been a while how are you?"

"Good Y/N. Pleasure to see you again."

"You remember my beautiful girlfriend Hermione of course Amos?"

"But of course. It's lovely to see you again Lady Granger" Amos smiled as he shook her hand and bowed. He then walked off excited to meet Harry.

"Ced! How are you brother?" Y/N smiled as the two bro hugged, Y/N then hugging Beatrice.

"You're so tanned. Penny said you were away" Beatrice smiled.

"War in Greece. Spent most of the summer on a battlefield fighting off orcish invasion" Y/N replied non-chalantly.

Cedric chuckled before he grew a worried look.

"Wait you're serious?"

"He is" Hermione answered sadly.

"Bea, I need you to listen carefully, as we will be separating at the World Cup" Y/N said solemnly as Bea nodded.

The same deal will work all day today as has all summer. You will be watched even if you can't see them. I have some of my best people watching you. If anything happens someone will take you to safety. They will whisper to you 'Freedom is the right of all sentient beings!' Do not go with anyone unless they tell you that phrase!

Bea heard Y/N in her mind and nodded.

"Just in case" Y/N said with a wink.

The party of thirteen walked forward until Amos yelled out:

"Found it son!"

Y/N smiled walking over and kneeling in front on an old boot. Hermione kneeled next to him, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, placing the other hand on the boot.

"Just like in Egypt darling!"

Hermione nodded and kissed Y/N on the cheek.

"Come on everyone, follow Y/N's lead!" Arthur yelled. The others minus Harry did so, placing a finger on the boot.

"Why is everyone around that manky old boot?" Harry asked.

"It's not any manky old boot Harry!" George said.

"It's a portkey!" Fred added.

"What's a portkey?" Harry asked confused.

"HARRY!" Arthur yelled as Harry reached out at the last moment. The world spun, most of the teens screamed. Hermione gripped Y/N tighter.

The group was suddenly thrown off. The younger teens hit the ground hard. Harry and Ron looked up shocked.

Bea, Cedric, Arthur, Amos and Y/N were coming down slowly, moving their legs as if they were riding a bike. Hermione was smiling broadly as she held onto Y/N, one of his arms wrapped around her waist. They touched down gently.

"Bet that cleared your sinuses hey" Arthur laughed at the group as Cedric helped Harry to his feet. They walked through some trees and Bea rushed up to Y/N and Hermione.

"Didn't get the chance to tell you guys before! I got Head girl!"

The two smiled brightly at their proud friend.

"Congrats Bea!" The two said in unison, causing Beatrice to giggle.

"That's amazing" Hermione added.

"Two for two- the Haywood girls are on fire" Y/N chuckled.

They soon arrived in a clearing and Hermione gasped in amazement. There was a huge stadium, hundreds of tents surrounding it.

Y/N and Hermione walked up to Ludo Bagman, who was on the gate with another man. He went to talk but Ludo held up a hand and said quickly:

"I've got this one."

He smiled and bowed.

"My Lord and Lady. You know where you're going Y/N?"

"I do Bagman thank you" Y/N smiled as they passed into the festival. Amos, Cedric and Bea entered next- saying goodbye to the couple.

"Remember Bea" Y/N added, tapping his temple for emphasis. Beatrice nodded.

The Weasleys, Harry and Lavender finally passed through and met up with Y/N and Hermione. Y/N and Arthur led the way, Hermione holding onto Y/N's hand. After about ten minutes they reached their campsite. There was a large tent and a smaller one. Harry walked towards the large one.

"Oi!" Y/N called out. "That's mine and Hermione's- you're in there with the others."

Harry looked at Y/N like he was crazy.

"Go on- get!" Y/N motioned with his head. Harry hurriedly rushed over to the other tent. Hermione giggled.

"You can be intimidating when you want to be. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Once or twice" Y/N smirked as he leant down and kissed his girl before unsheathing and waving his wand. The tent flaps opened and Hermione squealed in joy at the extravagant tent they had.

"After you mi'lady!"

—~—

After taking twenty minutes to settle in Y/N smiled at Hermione who was relaxing on their huge bed.

"Hey baby, want to go explore for a bit?"

"Sounds great. What time does the game start?"

"We should get to the box about 7:30pm Pre game stuff kicks off at 8:00 and the match 8:30 I think."

"What's the time now?" Hermione asked.

"10:30"

"So we have a while" she giggled. "Yeah let's go love!"

They exited the tent holding hands and walked towards the central campfire section of the campsite. Arthur was excitedly trying to make a fire "like the muggles do!"

"We're going for a look around for a while Arthur" Y/N said.

"No problem. The boys are getting here at 12, we're gonna have lunch then. I'm impressed you two are up"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"All the others went back to bed as soon as we got here" Arthur replied.

Y/N walked over to the tent and popped his head in. All he could hear was snores. He shook his head and chuckled as he walked back to Hermione.

"Children!"

"See you in a while Mr. Weasley" Hermione waved as the two lovers left.

They were wandering for a while, looking at stalls, trying different foods that were for sale. They ran into Oliver, he had been signed by a minor league team, and Seamus and his mum.

"Supporting Ireland I hope?" She said in a thick Irish accent.

"The Archduke can't be seen to publicly support one team over the other, for diplomatic reasons...."

But I hope Ireland kicks their arses!

Both Seamus and his mum heard him in their heads.

"Good boy!" Mrs Finnigan chuckled.

They walked for another ten minutes hand in hand before they heard a small child calling out. She was speaking French and sounded scared. Y/N glanced at Hermione and she nodded, the couple approaching the girl.

"Fleur! Fleur! Où es-tu?" The frightened girl yelled out.

"Tu vas bien petite fille? Es-tu perdu?" Y/N asked the small girl.

"Non je ne trouvé pas ma soeur. J'ai tellement peur". The small girl answered back, looking relieved someone spoke French.

Y/N knelt down to get closer to the girl's level and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Son ok mon nom est Y/N. C'est ma petite amie Hermione. On va t'aider a trouver ta soeur, d'accord?"

The little girl started nodding and speaking quickly, wiping away her tears.

"Oui merci merci. Mon nom est Gabrielle et Le nom de ma soeur est Fleur. Merci monsieur."

Y/N smiled.

"De rien Gabrielle. Commencons a chercher."

He stood and held his hand out, the small girl happily taking it. Hermione smiled looking at her boyfriend, stunned.

"When did you learn to speak such good French baby?" She asked genuinely shocked at Y/N's ability to converse with the girl perfectly.

Y/N chuckled.

"Been learning it since last year, when I got Flamels book." Y/N winked at her as he finished.

They walked for about ten minutes, looking for a Ministry help desk, or preferably the girl's sister. As they walked they heard a woman's voice yelling

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Ou es-tu?"

Gabrielle went running towards the woman with Y/N and Hermione following quickly.

"Fleur. Je me suis perdu mais ce gentil garçon et sa petite amie m'ont aide!"

The woman identified as Fleur smiled and wrapped her little sister in a tight hug, relieved to have found her safely. Y/N and Hermione smiled. She looked at them before speaking to Gabrielle again.

"Ce beau garçon vous a aide? J'aimerais mieux Le connaitre petite amie ou pas".

Y/N's eyes opened slightly in shock at what he heard before he spoke up.

"Plaisir de te rencontrer Fleur. Nous allons y aller maintenant vous etes en securite. C'etait agreable de te rencontrer Gabrielle."

Y/N turned to leave but Fleur called out.

"Attendre! C'est pour vous remercier d'avoir aidé ma sœur!"

She ran up, giving Y/N a hug and a kiss on each cheek. Y/N felt a huge surge attack his occlumency shields and so he quickly doubled them up. Hermione looked like she wanted to kill. Y/N held her hand and smiled at the French girls.

"Au revoir. Reste en securite Gabrielle"

As they walked off hand in hand Hermione didn't hide her displeasure.

"French tart. Who does she think she is? We help her sister and she tries to maul you."

Y/N looked at his lover sympathetically. If it was the other way round he probably would have punched the guy in the face.

"I'm sorry for that 'Mione. You've got nothing to worry about, but I did feel something when she hugged me" Y/N answered honesty, looking off deep in thought. Hermione stopped dead, turned to him and narrowed her eyes.

"What!?!?"

Y/N answered, still somewhat distracted, puzzled by the interaction.

"Yeah I felt a huge surge when she hugged me."

He looked at his girlfriend and saw the look Hermione gave him. She appeared to be grinding her teeth. Y/N quickly clarified.

"Sorry baby I meant psychically. I doubled up my shields to be safe. It wasn't a legilimency attack, it was something different. Something I haven't come across before. It was... strange. But don't worry love, we won't ever see her again."

Hermione sighed and nodded before leaning up and pulling Y/N's head down. He went with it and was surprised to be met with a heavily passionate kiss. As they parted breathless Hermione smiled.

"Mine!"

Y/N chuckled as they walked back towards their tent for lunch.

—~—

They arrived just as the three eldest Weasley brothers apparated to the campsite. They greeted everyone before settling down. Y/N sat next to Harry, Hermione next to Lavender on the other side. Arthur had started cooking lunch.

"You ok 'Mione?" Maisie asked looking at her with concern.

"We just had an incident with a French tart who molested my boyfriend! Come on, I'll show you our tent and tell you about it."

The four girls walked into Y/N's and Hermione's tent. Y/N looked at the entrance concerned.

"Maybe it wasn't a good idea teaching her the killing curse"

"What?"

The other lads looked at him worried.

"Hmm. Just thinking out loud. Never mind" Y/N chuckled.

About ten minutes later Ludo walked through, taking bets for the night. He asked Y/N if he wanted a bet.

"The Archduke can't be seen betting illegally Bagman" Y/N chuckled.

"We will!" The twins yelled. "We'll bet 37 Galleons, 15 sickles and 3 knuts!" Fred answered. "And we'll throw in a fake wand!"

The twins had been creating a number of joke items- the fake wand being their favourite so far.

"You don't want to go showing Mr Bagman rubbish like that!" Percy hissed, but Bagman didn't seem to think the wand was rubbish at all; on the contrary, his boyish face shone with excitement as he took it from Fred, and when the wand gave a loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken, Bagman roared with laughter.

"And what result are you backing?" Ludo asked smiling as he looked at the pile of money handed over.

George went to answer but stopped, looking over at Y/N who winked.

"We bet that Ireland wins, but that Krum catches the snitch" George replied.

"Oh. I like that. 5:1 odds sound good?"

The twins nodded.

"Maybe don't mention to mum that you've been betting boys?" Arthur said worriedly.

"Wouldn't even have to worry about it if you'd taken my offer Y/N. England would have been a sure thing" Bagman chuckled.

"What offer?" Ron asked as he shovelled a sausage into his mouth.

"It's really not-" Y/N began to answer before he was cut off.

"Y/N was offered the spot of Seeker on the English National Team, but he wasn't interested" Bagman chuckled, knowing he had thrown Y/N under the bus.

"What?" Ron squealed, the others looked shocked as well.

"Why would you do that? England could have won the World Cup!" Ron continued squealing.

"Said he had important Lordship duties!" Bagman said narrowing his eyes. He was a vindictive man, and he had lost a lot of money with England's early dismissal from the tournament.

Y/N's face darkened as he looked at the man.

"What could have been so important? What about your country?" Ron yelled.

Hermione was about to tell him off when Y/N stood, his eyes darkening further.

"What about my country! How dare you speak to me about what's right for my country. You want to see what I was doing? What your precious Ministry has been so keen to cover up Bagman?"

Other onlookers had stopped to watch the domestic scene unfolding at the campsite. Y/N stood, pulling some Goofer Dust from his pouch and blew it in the air as he spoke an incantation.

Suddenly a movie played out in the air around them. There were agonised screams and explosions.

Spartans fell dead from cursed spears stabbing them. Orcs were blown to pieces. There was Y/N, front and centre, leading the Spartan defence. He was stabbed in the shoulder, roared in pain and anger and picked up the orc who had stabbed him, breaking it's neck one handed. He charged forward, stabbing and slashing with his wand, killing the surrounding orcs. Another wave charged in the distance.

"Spartans to me!" he roared, the Phalanx reforming as the memory faded.

Everyone around looked shocked. Hermione sobbed quietly. That was the first time she had seen Y/N in actual battle. She had asked him about the new scar on his right shoulder. He told her it happened in battle but didn't elaborate.

Y/N glared down at Ron, who just looked at him with a wide open mouth and eyes.

"Those creatures were orcs Ron. They were invading across Europe. Wanted to conquer Britain. Eat it's men and boys. Turn it's women and girls into sex slaves. Your mother! Your sister! I was on the front lines for two months, day and night. Fighting them back. We did it at the cost of many Spartan lives! THAT'S WHAT WAS MORE FUCKING IMPORTANT!"

Y/N looked like he wanted to go on but composed himself as he walked into his and Hermione's tent. Hermione exploded:

"I hope you two are proud of yourselves! That guy does things you can't believe. Faces nightmares you couldn't imagine, just because no one else can! People like you have no comprehension of what he has seen. What's he's done. What he's sacrificied. But you're the first to stand in line to criticise him. You make me sick!"

Hermione finished her rant and ran into the tent after him. Y/N was sat on their bed, his hands shaking as he struggled to compose himself. He opened up to Hermione for the first time about the guilt that had been eating him up:

"I had to tell wives that their husbands weren't coming back. Children about their fathers. I can still hear their agonised screams when I close my eyes. And they want to complain about a fucking game!"

Y/N was cut off as Hermione rushed him, hugging him tight and kissing his temple.

"I'm sorry baby. I'm so so sorry."

They sat in silence. Outside Ron meanwhile sat with his head down, feeling tremendous guilt, aware of the glares he was receiving all around him. Bagman left quietly, the crowd who had surrounded the campsite and seen the argument and the memory glaring at him as he did.

—~—

The rest of the day had been less jovial.  Y/N was haunted by the memories of men lost. He exited the tent as they were about to depart for the game.

Ron walked up to him, looking downwards.

"Y/N... I'm sorry. I had no idea. I'm really sorry. Thank you for you know... what you did"

Ron looked at his feet. Y/N felt Hermione rubbing his back. He sighed.

"Thank you Ron. We lost many, and each felled was a friend, or dearest blood. As commander I had to notify their widows, their orphans. I still hear their cries when I close my eyes."

Ron didn't know what to say. He held out his hand. Y/N shook it.

They walked into the stadium, passing a merchandise booth on the way.

"Ohh look at this baby" Hermione smiled, looking at a device that was on sale

"Those my Lady are Omnioculars. They are similar to Muggle binoculars, but can also be used to replay action, or to slow motion down. They flash up a play-by-play breakdown of Quidditch matches if the user needs it. They are ten galleons each!" The salesman smiled.

"I'll take 14" Y/N commented, summoning a stream of galleons from his pouch which landed on the stall bench. The man happily placed the coins in his cash register as the others thanked Y/N profusely. The others bought various pieces of merchandise, except Hermione.

"You can get anything baby" Y/N smiled.

Hermione leant up and kissed him, smiling back.

"Thank you love, but the Archduke must remain bipartisan, and his Grand Consort will support him."

Y/N smiled and kissed her back. The group walked up towards Y/N's box as Fred looked out towards the stadium.

"Oh dad, how far up are we?"

They heard a sneer.

"Well put it this way, if it rains you'll be the first to know!" Lucius Malfoy said in his condescending voice.

"We're in the VIP box. Personal guests of Cornelius Fudge himself!" Draco said smugly.

"Well that's interesting!" A voice bellowed from behind the Malfoys. The two Malfoy males turned intimidated. Narcissa turned and Y/N noticed a look on her face he couldn't decipher.

"Follow me guys! Through here!" Y/N yelled to his travelling party.

Lucius looked stunned as Y/N turned into the prestigious box he and his family were trying to enter. He looked with distain as the mudblood, half blood and pure blood rabble the Archduke associated with pushed past his family. How dare they!

Lucius went to walk into the box before two large men in black suits and ties stood in front of him.

"Name?"

"Do you know who I am?" Lucius roared at the indignity.

"If I knew I wouldn't ask would I?" The man glared back at him as the second chuckled.

"I am Lucius Malfoy. I am here as a personal guest of the Minister for Magic and I suggest if you know what is good for you that you will open this door immediately!"

The man glared at him. He knocked on the corporate boxes door and Y/N answered.

"Yeah?"

"Forgive me Archduke but I have a party of... Malfucks I think he said. They seem to be under the impression they are guests of yours?"

"Strange Carl. I invited no Malfucks to my corporate box!" Y/N replied in mock puzzlement. Lucius immediately began pleading his case:

"As I explained to this... gentleman Archduke, and you may have heard earlier, My Lord... we were invited by the Minister and-"

Lucius spoke through gritted teeth but was interrupted by Y/N.

"I allowed the Minister use of MY personal box, but he had no authority to invite any one. Have to be careful with this sort of thing don't you Carl. Never know what kind of riff-raff a man like that will invite!"

"That is true my Lord" Carl smiled while the second large man chuckled.

Lucius turned bright red.

"Lucius why are you... what are you doing out here?" a bewildered voice asked.

Fudge, who had arrived at the box entrance turned from Lucius to face Y/N.

"I beg your pardon?" Y/N glared at the Minister causing him to gulp.

"Forgive me Archduke but I think there has been a mistake. I was to be sharing this box with the owner of... oh no!"

A look of horror and realisation crossed the Minister's face. Y/N laughed loudly.

"Oh Cornelius. You're gonna hurt my feelings. And after I generously allowed you to share my box? As the owner of the chief sponsor of this World Cup that is. You did not however have the authority to invite anyone else."

Fudge stammered before a manicured feminine hand was seen on Y/N's arm. He turned slightly and smiled.

"My Lady, is everything ok?"

"Well... My Lord... Our guests were wondering what the commotion was?"

Hermione grinned seeing the faraway look briefly cross Y/N's eyes.

"Uh... well My Lady our proficient and competent Minister has unfortunately superseded his authority, again, and these... delightful people now have nowhere to watch the game" Y/N chuckled, motioning to the outraged Malfoy family.

"Oh how dreadful! Positively destitute. Surely My Lord you could see fit to allow them in?" Hermione asked as she stroked Y/N's face, trying her hardest to hold back giggles.

Y/N sighed.

"Very well. You three should thank Lady Granger for her generosity."

Lucius awkwardly nodded and tried to step forward before he was stopped in his tracks-  Y/N's large hand planted firmly in his chest.

"No really. Thank her now! Remember the Wizengamot. I had better be sated!" Y/N snarled menacingly.

"Thank you Lady Granger. Your generosity is outmatched only by your beauty" Lucius stammered, nearly choked on the words.

"Adequate Lucius. Barely. Let's see if your whore can do better."

Lucius's eyes lit up in fury.

"What did you call my wife?"

"A whore Lucius! It's her turn now. Then your bastard's. We're waiting!"

Following two more choked out thank you's   Y/N finally relented and let them enter. He barked:

"Sit in the back corner and don't touch anything. Catering is only for authorised guests! I hope you have no more unscheduled arrivals Cornelius!"

"I-I-I am entertaining the Bulgarian Minister My Lord... But he-"

"Ahh Excellent!" Y/N smirked, returning to his company, leaving a confused Minister in his wake.

After about ten minutes there was a knock at the door. Y/N was sat with Hermione. He was kissing her cheek, stroking her back, whispering in her ear, making her giggle. He turned and snapped his fingers.

"Fudge get the door. Snap snap!"

Narcissa's mouth dropped at the disrespect. Fudge stuttered.

"Now Cornelius!" Y/N snapped.

The others in the room were stunned when the Minister got up and opened the door.

"It's easy to intimidate a weak man" Y/N whispered into Hermione's ear, causing her to giggle again.

Fudge opened the door.

"Ahh Minister Obanyisk it's great to see you" Fudge smiled.

The Minister nodded.

"Da!"

"Uh do you speak English Minister? Can you understand me?"

"да Разбирам всичко, което казваш, глупако!" The Minister replied.

"Yes" Fudge replied condescendingly before turning to Lucius.

"Foreigners" He muttered and Lucius chuckled.

"Excuse me love" Y/N said quietly as he stood and turned. Hermione and the others turned to watch.

"They let you in my country Lbuyen? I can't believe it" Y/N said with hostility. The Bulgarian Minister looked at Y/N angered, walked up to him and then laughed heartily.

"My Lord. It is so good to see you!"

He embraced Y/N, who reciprocated.

"Wait you two know each other?" Fudge asked in a panic. Oblansk turned to face the Minister.

"Of course I know the Archduke. He is Убиецът на мрака... ugh 'The Slayer Of Monsters'. He vell known to all Bulgarians. It is good to see you my champion"

Fudge's eyes bulged out of his head. He hadn't planned for the two to see each other. He then hoped the two would not be able to understand one another. His last desperate act was to feign ignorance.

Y/N replied to the smiling Bulgarian.

"It is good to see you too Minister. Forgive the rudeness of Fudge, English purebloods have trouble seeing passed the end of their own noses!"

Fudge and Lucius turned purple. The Bulgarian minister laughed heartily before his eyes glanced towards Hermione and softened.

"Is this girl the sveetheart you spoke of so fondly Slayer?"

"She is indeed Minister. This lovely young lady is my beautiful girlfriend Lady Hermione Granger, my Grand Consort. Hermione this is the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, Lyuben Oblansk."

Hermione bowed her head politely before the Minister stopped her.

"No please please my sveet girl. The sveetheart of Bulgaria's national hero bows to no one. May I say he did not do your beauty justice. Many witches of Bulgaria tried to enrapture the heart of this one, but he had eyes only for you".

The minister kissed Hermione's hand and the whole interaction caused her to blush profusely.

"Thank you minister. Why don't you two catch up love, I'll have a seat with Lav" Hermione smiled at her boyfriend.

Y/N smiled and thanked Hermione as they kissed before she returned to her seat.

—~—

Y/N was sat at the bar at the back of the box with Oblansk. The pair were busy having a spirited conversation, much to Fudge's disapproval as he scowled and sat with the Malfoys.

The topic of his new bodyguards, the Unsullied, was raised. They were an elite Bulgarian fighting force and were brought in to guard Ministry staff following the Vampire attack. They were wizards who had become Eunuchs- signifying their only focus was dedication on protecting their country. Y/N looked at them skeptically.

"Men without cocks. You wouldn't find me fighting in an army if I had no cock. What's there to fight for?"

The Bulgarian minister laughed loudly at Y/N.

"Gold?" He suggested.

"I spent my life around soldiers Minister, what do you think they spend that gold on?"

"Family"

"Not without the cocks"

The minister laughed even louder. He signalled to one of the waitresses.

"Madam, two shots of your finest vodka please".

She magicked them over and the minister handed one to Y/N.

"пий приятелю за утре може да умрем".

Without missing a beat Y/N responded.

"нека враговете ни да оплакват в краката ни и жените да стоплят леглата ни. Skal"

"Skal" the minister replied. They downed the shots in unison.

"Archduke I must insist, publicly drinking like this at your age" Fudge tried to argue but the Bulgarian minister quickly shut him down.

"In Bulgaria manhood is judged by actions not age. I personally saw Lord L/N slay dozens of vampires saving my life and the lives of my colleagues vithout missing a breath vhen our ministry was under attack. He is a hero to our people. My countrymen vill be most displeased to hear how he is treated by his own government".

Y/N wore a huge smirk. Fudge turned into a stuttering mess. The other members of the box, including the Malfoys, were stunned.

"That information has been censored in this country Minister. This man wants it hidden. The press has been forced to not publish it" Y/N chuckled.

"VHAT!?!?" The Bulgarian Minister roared. He looked like a vein was going to pop out of his head.

"Your efforts in defending all of Europe from Orcish invasion? Your defence of the Bulgarian Ministry from a horde of Vampires? Your people know nothing of this?!?!"

The Minister asked with a seething tone. Y/N chuckled and shook his head.

"Nope!"

"Your heroics are being heralded the vorld over! You are our national hero! This has stopped your deeds spreading here!"

Oblansk pointed angrily at Fudge who had gone pale. Y/N chuckled and nodded.

"THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! IT IS A SCANDAL!
THE INTERNATIONAL VIZARDING CONGRESS VILL HEAR OF THIS INSULT!"

Oblansk glared furiously at Fudge. He turned into an even greater stammering mess. Y/N chuckled.

"Forgive me Minister but I am neglecting my girlfriend. It was good to see you again."

The outraged Minister turned and offered a forced smile, bowing deeply.

"You too Slayer. You are always velcome in my country!"

Y/N moved to the front of the box and sat next to Hermione, hugging her and giving her a kiss.

She returned the kiss before looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"So you skipped a few details about summer".

"I told you I'd gone on a few hunting trips while I was gone!"

"Fairly sure a horde of vampires and saving a foreign ministry doesn't count as a 'hunting trip'. At least to most people."

"Well I'm just built different" Y/N countered with a wink and a smirk.

Hermione giggled before taking Y/N's hands in hers and looking at him with puppy dog eyes. He instantly fell into her trap, all his macho posturing fading away.

"Look I'm sorry love, I didn't share too many details because I know how you worry. I swear I was fine. Nothing happened I couldn't handle".

Hermione smiled and kissed her boyfriend just as the festivities started.

The Bulgarian team mascots walked out first, a group of stunningly beautiful women. Suddenly Arthur called out "Veela" and all the males in their box were clambering out of their seats leaning over the railing. All except Y/N. Ron was a drooling mess, Harry stood at the box wide eyed. Y/N cursed as the twins were trying to climb out of the box. Y/N threw Fred over his shoulder and dragged George back with his other hand, yelling:

"Snap out of it you pair of morons!"

Hermione called to Y/N as Arthur was in a trance but he yelled back "I'm sort of preoccupied right now love"

"Mr. Weasley. Mr Weasley! You have a wife" Hermione yelled snapping him out of his trance.

"Oh. Yes well I ah. Maybe don't mention this to Molly". He sat down embarrassed.

Y/N finally got the twins under control as the Veela had passed to the other side of the arena, causing a number of men to boo throughout the crowd. Ginny, Lav and Maisie were sat staring at the other guys stunned.

Y/N sat next to Hermione with a huff, still annoyed at the others' antics.

"What in Merlin's name was that all about?" Hermione asked.

"Those women were Veela, Magical Creatures who influence men to feel intense sexual desire and lust" Y/N said, wrapping his arm around Hermione again who cuddled into him.

"Why weren't you affected baby?" Hermione asked shocked.

"I've got you love. I don't desire any other woman" Y/N smiled at her.

He didn't know it but at that particular moment Hermione wanted to grab Y/N, drag him to their tent and ravish his brains out.

She smiled sweetly. "I don't desire any one but you too".

Y/N smiled at her before it turned into a smirk. "I know. No man can measure up to this."

Hermione rolled her eyes and slapped his shoulder. "Quiet dork"

Leprechauns were next out, the mascots of the Irish. They littered the crowd with gold coins. Ron and the twins picked up as much as they could and shoved it in their pockets.

"Oi dinguses, it's fools gold, it disappears in a couple of hours" Y/N laughed.

Finally the Irish team was out and the crowd cheered. They rode around before the music playing changed and the Bulgarians flew out. The Bulgarians chanted.

"KRUM! KRUM! KRUM!"

"Who's that?" Ginny asked excited.

"That little sister is Victor Krum. The second best seeker in the world- behind big boy over here!" Fred laughed.

"Biggest dickhead in the world!" Y/N snapped, glaring at the player.

Ron scoffed before Y/N glared at him.

"Babe?" Hermione asked confused.

"I've met him. He's a piece of shit. Has no respect for women. Can't stand the arsewipe!" Y/N said in a low tone. The others looked at each other confused but didn't push him. Fudge walked to the front of the box and opened the match.

—~—

The match went on for about an hour. Ireland completely dominated, the score sitting at 160-0 before Krum caught the snitch. The crowd roared. Ireland had won.

Fred and George erupted in joy.

"We won the bet! We won the bet!" They stopped and looked at Y/N.

"How did you know Y/N? You told me in my head!" George added.

"Seer, remember" Y/N chuckled.

Hermione whispered in Y/N's ear and he nodded.

"We're gonna go back to the tent now guys. It's been a long day. We'll catch up with you at the campsite later" Y/N said smiling. The two walked out hand in hand.

—~—

The group got back to campsite after an hour or so of celebration. They were going to continue having fun in their tent. Lavender had a thought.

"I'll let Y/N and Hermione know we're back!"

She walked out of their tent into into Y/N and Hermiones.

"Guys just let-"

She stopped in her tracks, her mouth dropping at what she saw before she exclaimed:

"Oh God I'm sorry!"

"Lav?"

"Um we're back. We're still partying if you want to join. You know... after!"

Lavender ran.