Harry Potter: Sex Oriented Hogwarts

Ludo nodded and whipped out his wand, directed it at his own throat and said Sonorus quietly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" His voice boomed over the loud stadium, reaching every corner.

"Welcome! Welcome to the Finals of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

The spectators screamed and clapped.

Thousands of flags were waved in correspondence with the team that was being supported.

The advertisement boards all stopped and showed the scores, BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the Bulgarian Team Mascots!" Bagman said in a booming voice.

The right half of the stadium, which was almost a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.

Hermione saw the Mascots come out, and she groaned upon seeing what they were, "Veela!"

She looked at every guy around her and they all couldn't stop looking and staring.

She put her full attention on, "Lucifer?" voiced his name.

He took a second, but he tore his eyes from the Veela with apparent ease, "Yeah?" He asked, looking right at Hermione.

"You - you aren't affected by them?" She asked, a slight glimmer of hope in her voice.

"As cliché as this may sound, I'm attracted to intelligence, Hermione, no Veela Charm is going to affect me," he gave her a gentle smile.

Lucifer turned back to watch the Veela start dancing.

Every few seconds or so, he heard Hermione call his name during their performance, and every time he looked at her, smiling when he did.

He knew what she had been doing, she wanted to be sure he wasn't under their influence, and it never happened. 

The look Hermione every time gave him didn't help matters. It looked like she was ready to continue their escapade in the tent right here.

He only cared about one girl, and it was the one who kept checking on him until the Veela stopped.

When they did, he and Hermione looked around and saw a lot of guys complaining, and some of them, like Harry, about to do something stupid.

Hermione grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back to his seat, "Honestly!" She was heard saying.

"And now," Bagman's voice roared again, "kindly put your wands in the air... for the Irish National Team Mascots!"

The next moment, what seemed to be a great green and gold comet came zooming into the stadium.

It did one circuit of the stadium, then split into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward the goal posts.

A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light.

The crowd oooohed and aaaahed, as though at a fireworks display.

Now the rainbow faded and the balls of light reunited and merged; they had formed a great shimmering shamrock, which rose up into the sky and began to soar over the stands.

Something like golden rain seemed to be falling from it.

"Excellent!" Ron had yelled as the shamrock soared over them, and heavy gold coins rained from it, bouncing off their heads and seats.

"Leprechauns!" Arthur yelled over the tumultuous applause of the crowd, many of whom were still fighting and rummaging around under their chairs to retrieve the gold.

"There you go," Ron yelled happily, stuffing a fistful of gold coins into Harry's hands, "For the Omnioculars! Now you've got to buy me a Christmas present, ha!"

"It's Leprechaun Gold, Weasely, it doesn't-" Lucifer was about to explain the fact that because it was Leprechaun Gold, it was going to disappear after a little while.

But when he realized the redhead wasn't paying attention, he sighed and settled into his seat, letting Ron live in blissful ignorance.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you - Dimitrov! Ivanova! Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaaand - Krum!"

"That's him, that's him!" Ron yelled excitedly.

Hermione sat there, looking at each of the Bulgarian players, but she just didn't understand obsession with Krum. He was bald!

"And now, please greet - the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman yelled, "Presenting - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaaaand - Lynch!"

Lucifer pulled up his Omnioculars to get a look at each of the Irish players.

They looked confident and fierce, like they were ready to tear through the Bulgarian's.

His eyes caught Moran, a female Irish Chaser, and he thought she was rather attractive, before he could put more thoughts in

"She looks quite ugly to me...."

"And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"

A small and skinny wizard, completely bald except for a mustache, wearing robes of pure gold to match the stadium, strode out onto the field.

A silver whistle was protruding from under the mustache, and he was carrying a large wooden crate under one arm, his broomstick under the other.

He set the crate down, mounted his broom, and kicked it open - four balls burst into the air; the scarlet Quaffle (which Lucifer figured either the Quaffle or the Box was charmed to do), the two black Bludgers, and the miniscule, winged Golden Snitch.

That Lucifer saw fly high, but he lost it amongst the flag wavers and crowd on the opposite end of the stadium.

With a sharp blast on his whistle, Mostafa shot into the air after the balls.

"Theeeeeeeeeey're OFF!" Bagman's voice boomed, "And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

Lucifer was seeing Quidditch played professionally for the very first time, Quidditch being played how you'd never see a school team play.

The players were so fast, Bagman only had enough time to call out their names as it got passed between them all.

He saw immediately why these two teams were facing off against each other in the Finals.

He watched as the Irish players all practically stormed the Goal Posts, and, "TROY SCORES!" Bagman was heard yelling, "Ten-Zero to Ireland!"

Hermione was on her feet, jumping up and down as Troy did a lap of honor around the field.

Ireland scored twice more in ten minutes after the initial goal, bringing them to Thirty-Zero, and the Irish Supporters caused a thunderous applause with each goal.

The match was becoming more brutal the longer it went on, with the Bulgarian Beaters, Vulchanov and Volkov, whacking the Bludgers more fiercely than Lucifer had ever seen.

It was causing the Irish Chasers to break their formations and prevent them from using their best moves.

Bulgaria eventually got their first goal, "Fingers in your ears!" Hermione heard Arthur yell

She heard and saw the Veela down below dancing and singing.

She glanced at Lucifer, but he didn't heed Arthur's advice.

"Hey, Lucifer?!" She said his name out loud enough for him to hear, and when he looked at her with his gentle smile directed at her, the butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach, but her mind was put to ease.

Bulgaria became in possession of the Quaffle again, "Dimitrov! Levski! Dimitrov! Ivanova - oh I say!" Bagman's voice roared.

One hundred thousand witches and wizards saw the two Seekers, Krum and Lynch, go into a long dive, plummeting to the Earth below.

"That's a Wronski Feint!" Lucifer said, having seen the Snitch, but on the far end of the Stadium.

He knew immediately what Krum was doing, and it worked.

Lynch ploughed into the ground as Krum pulled up last second, and a groan could be heard from the Irish seats.

"It's time-out!" Bagman yelled, "as trained mediwizards hurry onto the field to examine Aidan Lynch!"

After the man was revived, the Irish team seemed to gain new heart as they played more furiously than before.

It got to a point where the Bulgarian team, Lucifer noticed, was playing similarly to a certain Green and Silver clad Hogwarts Quidditch Team.

He honestly shouldn't have been surprised, he just expected some professionalism from a professional team.

The Irish Team got a penalty shot, and because of the Veela, the referee was making a fool of himself.

When he was brought to his senses, he began yelling at the Veela, and the two Bulgarian Beaters came down to argue with him.

Mostafa told them to get back in the air with some finger jabs pointing up, but when they didn't he blew on his whistle twice, giving Ireland another two penalty shots.

Ireland got another penalty shot when Dimitrov charged Moran, who had the Quaffle, and nearly knocked her off her broom.

Lucifer was rather angry at Dimitrov, but he closed his eyes and realized he was only as angry as he was because it was Moran, and he thought she was incredibly attractive.

Ireland got another penalty shot and down below, the Leprechaun and Veela began fighting, with the Veela showing their true forms.

They had elongated, sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long, scaly wings that came from their shoulders.

"And that, boys," Arthur yelled over the tumult of the crowd below, "is why you should never go for looks alone!"

Lucifer was fine on that front, because the girl he cared about was the brightest witch of her age and had brown, bushy hair.

He was pulled from his thoughts to a loud, roaring cheer from the Irish supporters.

He looked and realized the game was over and that Krum had gotten the Snitch, but when he looked at the scoreboard, Ireland had won 170-160.

"What did he catch the Snitch for?" He heard Ron ask angrily, "he ended it when Ireland were one hundred and sixty points ahead, the idiot!"

"Weasely, Ireland's Chasers were unstoppable. Krum ended the match on his terms, he knew Bulgaria was never going to catch up!" Lucifer yelled back at him.

As they watched the mediwizards make their way over to him to check on him, a voice was heard behind them.

"Vell, ve fought bravely," a gloomy voice said.

Hermione turned and saw that it was the Bulgarian Minister.

"You can speak English!?" Fudged asked angrily, "And you've been letting me mime everything all day?"

"Vell, it vos very funny," he said with a shrug and a wink towards Lucifer, who couldn't help but laugh.

Hermione looked at him and smiled.

A bright light was suddenly shone upon the Top Box and Lucifer saw thousands upon thousands of Omnioculars looking their direction from the glints.

As Bagman ended the World Cup with an ending statement, everyone stood up, but Fred and George climbed over the back of their seats, hands outstretched, as they awaited their payment from Bagman.

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