Chapitre 227: Ch 248 - Sweet Voice in Ears ~Girls~
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"Okay!" Arthur was heard yelling, "Everyone, let go, now!"
Lucifer did without hesitation and he appeared at what he believed was the location for the Quidditch World Cup.
He had landed on his feet and had begun dusting himself off when someone had flown right into him.
He fell and hit the ground with his head and said someone on top of him.
Disoriented and unaware of anything around him, he felt for the person who was on him to try and get the person off of him.
But that didn't work, he had no idea who it was; the person made a sound that he couldn't make out.
He managed to open his eyes and saw that it was in fact, Hermione Granger, and her cheeks were a bright red.
She quickly stood up off of him, dusting herself off and smoothing out her clothes, 'Lucifer just squeezed my breast... firmly... and I moaned into his ear... oh god... if I just don't die of embarrassment it'll be a real miracle...I hope no one heard me.'
She quickly looked around and was glad that no one else saw that happen.
Hermione knew Lucifer didn't mean to do that, but it felt good, way too good.
Her hormones raged on wanting the feeling again, wanting it to last longer, wanting it to go farther right here, claim him as her own in front of these strangers.
'Oh God... what is wrong with me?'
"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill," someone said off to the side.
As Lucifer stood himself up, Hermione began to wonder what her life would be like if she never met....
For starters, she'd probably be dead along with Harry just even trying to get past that Manticore back in First Year.
But if they had somehow survived it, would she be the way she is now?
A horny teenage feline who is madly in love with her boyfriend because he even unintentionally makes her feel special in a way no one else has?
No, she wouldn't still be that way, because no other guy even comes close to being like him or making her feel the way she does.
It's because of him that she's the way she is; if Dumbledore hadn't brought him to Hogwarts.
Hermione doubted she'd be as sane as she was, and probably she'd do something stupid in the near future if it weren't for him.
She was grateful to have him in her life.
He proved to be a rock for her; she was his anchor, but he was her rock, her lifeline, her everything.
Her love for him was so great, she'd stop breathing if he ever did the same.
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Lucifer was dusting himself off when he looked at his surroundings.
They were in a deserted stretch of misty moor, but the giant stadium for the World Cup was impossible to miss for a Witch or Wizard.
In front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy- looking Wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and quill.
Both were dressed as Muggles, but he noticed they were dressed poorly as Muggles.
Man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh- length galoshes and his colleague was wearing a kilt and a poncho.
Lucifer turned his head and covered his mouth; he was unable to stop the laughter that escaped his throat.
"Morning, Basil," he heard Arthur say as he picked up the boot, handing it to the kilted wizard, who then threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him.
"Hello, Arthur," Basil said wearily, "not on duty, eh? It's all right for some... We've been here all night.... You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five- fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite... Weasley... Weasley..."
He consulted his parchment list, "About a Quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory... second field... ask for Mr. Payne."
"Thanks, Basil," Arthur said and beckoned everyone to follow him.
Lucifer was making his way, following behind Hermione, when the Wizard named Basil stopped him.
"Ah... you must be Mr. Morningstar ?"
He nodded, noticing that everyone stopped and turned when he was addressed.
"Yes... you specifically requested that your tent be placed next to the Weasley's tent, and you'll be happy to know that it's already set up for you," Basil said, smirking as he did.
"Um... thanks," Lucifer said, feeling like it already being set up had something to do with his somewhat recently announced heritage.
He continued forth, ignoring the looks he was getting from the Weasley's, or really just Ron.
He walked past them, and Harry, and was quickly followed by Hermione.
"Hey... er - are you okay?" She asked him.
"Fine," was all he said as he trudged forth.
They all set off across the deserted moor, unable to make out much through the mist.
Twenty minutes later, a small stone cottage next to a gate emerged through the mist.
Beyond the gate, Lucifer could make out hundreds and hundreds of small tents.
He was the first inside the cottage and saw an actual Muggle standing near a window that was in serious need of a repair, and some pane replacements.
Lucifer turned around upon hearing him enter, "Morning," he said in a dull tone.
"Morning, you're Mr. Roberts?" Lucifer asked him.
"Aye, I am, and who're you?" He asked back.
"Lucifer Morningstar, the Weasley's, well all but two of them are Weasley's, they are-" he turned when they all entered behind him.
"Right there," Lucifer pointed as he spoke.
"Alright, which ones are the sites? The one night ones for Morningstar and Weasley correct?" Mr. Roberts asked him.
"Yes," Lucifer said and handed over the required number of Pound Sterling for both his and the Weasley's tent.
"Never been this crowded," Mr. Roberts said suddenly, looking out over the misty field again, "Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up..."
"Do they?" Lucifer asked, not sounding that surprised?
"Aye," he responded thoughtfully, "people from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners, weirdos, you know? There's a bloke walking 'round in a kilt and a poncho."
"That's an odd bit of clothing to be wearing in combination," Lucifer said, looking back at the Weasley's, Harry, and Hermione, and he shrugged, kind of wanting the guy to just shut up so they could get going.
"It's like... it's like some sort of... I dunno... like some sort of rally," Mr. Roberts said, "they all seem to know each other. Like a big party."
At that exact moment, a wizard in plus-fours appeared out of thin air next to Mr. Roberts' front door.
"Obliviate!" He yelled sharply, his wand pointed right at Mr. Roberts.
In an instant, Mr. Roberts' eyes slid out of focus, his brows unknitted, and a look of dreamy unconcern fell over his face.
Lucifer and Hermione immediately knew that his memory had been completely modified.
"A map of the campsite for you," Mr.
Roberts said in a placid tone to Lucifer.
"Thank you," He said and walked away with everyone, including the new wizard, toward the gate to the campsite.
He looked exhausted; his chin was blue with stubble and there were deep purple shadows under his eyes.
Hermione already noticed that Lucifer had similar shadows under his own, but they were lighter and not as defined.
Once they were out of earshot, the man began muttering to Arthur, but Lucifer was too far ahead of them to hear what he was saying.
He turned a brief moment when he heard the distinct sound of disapparition, before continuing forth.
"Did you know your tent was going to already be set up?" Hermione asked him quietly.
"No, but I did assume that the Weasley's tent was, until they all gave me that look, or just Ron gave me that look, told me that that wasn't supposed to be the case. Well... I'll be helping them set theirs up, least I can do..." Lucifer said with a distant look in his eye.
Hermione could spot it even in the darkness.
They trudged up the misty field between long rows of tents.
Most looked ordinary, but some were so blatant about their 'additions' that they were obviously more than just tents.
It was no wonder that a Muggle like Mr. Roberts could get so easily suspicious.
Halfway up the field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance.
A little farther on they passed a tent that had three floors and several turrets; a short way beyond that was a tent that had a front garden attached, complete with birdbath, sundial, and fountain.
"Always the same," he heard Arthur say behind him, "We can't resist showing off when we get together."
"I'm sure the British Military sweeping through here, slaughtering every Witch or Wizard they came across would change everyone's tune about that, no amount of Protection Spells will block bullets," Lucifer said in a loud voice, making sure they heard him clear.
He hated the arrogance Witches and Wizards displayed so blatantly, putting them at risk of Muggles finding out about them.
"Er-" Arthur didn't quite know how to respond to that, so he chose to not respond at all to him.
"Ah, here we are, look, this is us," he said and walked up to a small field of empty space, except for a small sign reading 'Weezly' which Hermione laughed at, and ended up snorting like a pig with how hard she laughed.
Next to the empty plot was a small tent that had a sign posted in front of it reading Morningstar.
Lucifer took a quick look inside his tent and was in awe of the interior; the ceiling was fifteen feet, or five meters high.
It was roughly twenty-five square feet with a large table, kitchen area, two beds, a bathroom area, and a small bookshelf.
He didn't know why there were two beds, but he didn't dwell on that.
Lucifer exited the tent and saw Arthur struggling, he sighed a little.
With his help, and pretty much telling everyone to just stand to the side, he was able to put the tent up fairly quickly.
He didn't help put up their second tent, though, but after watching him with the first one, Arthur, along with Harry's help, was able to set up the tent somewhat quickly.
They all went into the first tent Lucifer setup and he noticed it was slightly larger than the one he was given, but not as clean.
At this point, he was really glad he had his own tent; having to bunk with eight other guys was not ideal, even in a tent this big on the inside.
"Well, it's not for long," Arthur said, mopping his bald patch with a handkerchief and peering in at the four bunk beds that stood in the bedroom.
"I borrowed this from Perkins at the office. Doesn't camp much anymore, poor fellow... he's got lumbago." He picked up a dusty looking kettle and peered inside it, "We'll need water..."
"There's a tap marked on this map," Lucifer said, "I can go get the water, it's on the other side of the field."
"Alright, why don't you take Harry, Hermione, and Ron with you?" Arthur asked, handing over the kettle and some saucepans.
"And the rest of us will get the wood for a fire?"
"Sounds good," Lucifer said, about to walk off.
Ron, however, couldn't stand the thought of doing something so Muggle.
"But we've got an oven," he said in a complainy voice, "Why can't we just-"
"Ron, anti-Muggle security!" Arthur said, his face shining with anticipation, "when real Muggles camp, they cook on fires outdoors. I've seen them at it!"
Hermione grabbed Lucifer's wrist and quickly explored the girls tent with him and Ginny, and they both noticed that it was slightly smaller than the guys tent, actually it was the same size as the one Lucifer had, he noticed.
After that, they all set off across the campsite in search of water.
With Hermione loathing the fact she couldn't gather up her courage to ask Lucifer of sleeping inside his tent, especially after declining request of him purchasing ticket for her.
It felt a bit shameful.
Now, with the sun newly risen and the mist lifting, they could all clearly make out the city of tents that stretched out in every direction.
They made their way through the rows slowly, staring eagerly around to see if they saw anyone they knew.
They passed a young boy, no older than two, with a wand, poking a Slug in the grass.
It was slowly swelling up to the size of a Salami.
When they had gotten to the point of passing him, his mother came out and began to scold him, only to step on the slug, which caused him to begin yelling.
Hermione smiled and wondered for a little bit how nice it'd be to have a family a few years after graduating from Hogwarts.
She glanced at Lucifer, 'That'll be us... I want that for us so bad...'
Lucifer suddenly quickened his pace, causing the three of them to keep up with him at a tiring pace, especially after the hike they had a while ago.
"Lucifer? What's wrong?" Hermione asked him.
"The sooner we get the water and get back, the better. I don't want to be recognized by many people if I can help it. You saw how Diggory's father acted upon learning my heritage," he said, while not slowing his pace down in the slightest.
Even at the increased pace, Hermione looked around at the different ethnicities and cultures that showed up to watch the World Cup.
There were three African Wizards dressed in long white robes who were sat in serious conversation around a fire that was cooking what looked to be a rabbit.
A group of middle-aged American Witches sat gossiping happily underneath a spangled banner.
'Lucifer could've gone to one of these Schools, been here at the World Cup, and I'd not even realize it was the same boy I'm in love with... he'd be so different probably... I'm so thankful he was enrolled in Hogwarts!'
Hermione thought to herself.
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