Don't get used to such quick updates because I won't be able to keep it up. For now this is the sixth chapter, hope you like it!
Btw, even in this chapter the parts in Italic are taken directly from HP and the Goblet of Fire, this time from chapter 6.
Hope woke at 4 in the morning (one hour before everyone else) and got up to get ready. Fortunately she was so excited about the day ahead that she didn't even feel tired. After a quick shower in the Weasleys' bathroom, she put some underwear – one of the bras she bought in Diagon Alley (this one turned invisible once in contact with skin) and a black lace brazilian thong.
Next she put a little bit of make-up – keeping it natural however – except for the lips where she chose red lipstick. She painted the nails of both hands and feet red as well with a nail polish she bought in Diagon, this one took only 5 seconds to dry.
She left her hair loose this time, naturally wavy but of course kept at bay with her hair products.
Then she dressed into a short black skater suspender skirt that reached mid-thigh – with deep pockets that could comfortably fit a wand – and a white with black stripes boho cropped top with a deep v-neck that left a strip of skin bare up to the navel that was covered by the skirt. The top was both very low-cut and rather loose on the front – though once again because of the size of her breasts, it was less loose than it was supposed to be – which was a rather dangerous combination, especially if it looked like she was naked underneath. Lastly she wore a pair of black strap platform heeled sandals that accentuated her already long legs.
Finally she chose a pair of long silver earrings and a large silver bracelet for her left wrist and she was ready. She took a look in the mirror and smiled, loving the overall effect.
Maybe she was dressing a little too sexy but she didn't care, she definitely could pull it off. For the moment she would wear a black denim jacket over her top with the second and third button closed to cover her chest, just so Mrs. Weasley wouldn't comment on what she was wearing. After all she still needed to bring something to cover herself with tonight because it was probably going to be a little cold. As soon as she was out of Mrs. Weasley's sight she would take it off of course, she knew nobody else would judge her on her appearance aloud, not even Mr. Weasley except maybe Amos Diggory but she couldn't care less about him.
She took a small but bottlomless bag with her – a red backpack – where she put something to wear for the night – a white silk and satin cami and shorts set that she hoped she could show off to Bill or Charlie that night before the Deatheater attack –, clean underwear and beauty products.
Once she was ready she got downstairs, finding Fred, George and Ron already there with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. She said good morning to them and sat down to have some breakfast. She received some mumbled words in reply, all too sleepy to answer properly except Mr. Weasley who smiled at her.
"Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" asked George, failing to stifle a huge yawn.
"Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" said Mrs. Weasley, heaving a large pot of porridge over to the table and starting to ladle it into bowls. "So they can have a bit of a lie-in."
"So they're still in bed?" said Fred grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge toward him. "Why can't we Apparate too?"
"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "And where have those girls got to?"
She bustled out of the kitchen and they heard her climbing the stairs.
Fred and George started to talk about the fact that while all three of their oldest brothers knew how to apparate, Charlie had to do his test twice because the first time he didn't pass while Percy had passed the test two weeks ago and now every morning he would apparate in the kitchen to show that he could.
Hope almost rolled her eyes at that, she had never liked Percy in the books, too arrogant and at the same time rather dimwitted. He liked to pretend he was better than all his brothers but in reality he wasn't. Fred and George were troublemakers but they were absolutely brilliant. Bill was smart and handsome and had an exciting career, same for Charlie. The only one was Ron who was rather lazy and average but at least he wasn't a show-off.
Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, both looking pale and still half-asleep. It seemed she was the only one who took care of her looks that morning.
Hope realized suddenly that since she came into this world, she was becoming rather vain. Of course she still had a good way to go before she would become half as vain as Fleur Delacour but still.
Not that it mattered of course, what was wrong in taking care of her appearance after all? She looked hot so why not show it off? After all she liked how men looked at her now and she didn't want to do anything that would change it.
Showing up like she had just rolled out of bed, with shadows under her eyes and messy hair would be counterproductive if she wanted to catch (and keep) Bill's, Charlie's and now Cedric's attention. It was all about strategy after all.
"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.
"We've got a bit of a walk," said Mr. Weasley.
"Are we taking a portkey?" Hope asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes." Replied Mr. Weasley. "The ministry had portkeys activated all over Great Britain so that rather large groups of witches and wizards can travel together without catching the attention of muggles. We are with the Diggory family for example, they live near here."
Hope nodded though she already knew all this.
"How come you look so…awake and well-dressed so early in the morning?" Ginny asked her curiously.
Hope shrugged. "I just got up early enough to get ready. And I'm not feeling tired because I'm just too excited. This is the first time for me, watching something like that."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're such a quidditch fanatic!" She teased Hope.
Hope grinned at her and then whispered in her ear when no one was looking. "Trust me, Quidditch is not the only reason I'm so excited. I heard Viktor Krum, the seeker for Bulgaria, is really hot. And of course Cedric Diggory will be there and so will Bill and Charlie later. So you know…"
Hermione stifled a giggle. "Since when you did become so boy-crazy?"
Hope grinned. "Since I grew breasts I think." Then she added with a joke. "Maybe the size of my breasts is directly correlated to how fixated on boys I became. They should make a study about it or something."
Hermione laughed, ignoring the curious looks from the other people at the table. "I don't think such a thing is scientifically provable."
"George!" said Mrs. Weasley sharply, and they all jumped.
"What?" said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody.
"What is that in your pocket?"
"Don't you lie to me!"
Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Accio!"
Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.
"We told you to destroy them!" said Mrs. Weasley furiously, holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!"
It was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all.
"Accio! Accio! Accio!" she shouted, and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans.
"We spent six months developing those!" Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away.
"Oh a fine way to spend six months!" she shrieked. "No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!"
All in all, the atmosphere was not very friendly as they took their departure.
Hope felt bad for Fred and George. They were really brilliant and Mrs. Weasley just couldn't understand let alone appreciate how ingenious the twins actually were. She couldn't accept the fact that Fred and George weren't losing their time with their inventions but that this was really their aspiration. She couldn't see wanting to open a joke shop as a feasible and realistic career.
After all the goodbyes were exchanged, with Mrs. Weasley kissing her husband on the cheek though she was still glowering at the twins, they left the house. Fred and George put their backpacks on their shoulders and marched out of the house without a backward glance, obviously still upset with their mother. Mrs. Weasley tried to say goodbye to them and tell them to behave themselves but they ignored her.
As soon as the door was closed behind her and they were all outside, Hope took off her jacket and walked quickly to the twins, wanting to cheer them up. Fortunately, even if it was still dark outside, the day was rather hot.
They were several feet away from the rest so she sped up her steps and as soon as she was behind her, she put her arms over their shoulders – her right arm over Fred's shoulders and her left one over George's.
"Come on guys, cheer up!" She said to them with a wink. They both turned to look at her and like she was expecting their gazes went immediately to her cleavage. "I'll be the one to invest in your joke shop, I promise!"
At her words both their gazes jumped to her face. "How do you know we want to open our own joke shop, we didn't tell anyone about it."
Oh, she thought everyone knew at this point. Well, she knew how to fix the situation. "Well, why else would you spend all your time inventing all those products if not to sell them eventually?"
Fred nodded. "Yeah, I guess. Anyway, it's our dream but we don't have the money yet to open our own shop."
"Well, that's what I'm offering. I'll be your investor. It's not like I lack the money for it. I'm sure it'll be a good investment for me as well, you guys are absolutely brilliant."
"Oh, thank you Hope!" George said with a smirk, his left hand going to cup her arse under her dress.
Hope looked startled at him. "Take your hand off my arse or I'll change my mind."
George immediately complied. "Sorry, but you have such a pretty butt."
"Absolutely beautiful." Fred concurred. "So round and toned."
Hope laughed though she knew her cheeks were red. "Yeah well, you can look but you can't touch until I tell you to."
Fred smirked at her, staring at her boobs in a very obvious way. "And when will you tell us to?"
Hope smirked and took her arms off of them before stopping. The others were still a few steps away so she gave them time to catch up. "You'll have to wait and see, will you?" With a last grin their way, she walked away and went to walk next to Hermione.
"Don't tell me, you were flirting with the twins now." Hermione commented with a smile.
Hope smirked. "Just harmless flirting, I promise. I don't have any specific plans for them. Though, once again, if the occasion arises…"
Hermione shook her head at her in exasperation but she was smiling.
They walked slowly and without talking after that, passing through the village of Ottery St. Catchpole and then up a hill that she learned from Mr. Weasley was called Stoatshead Hill. The sun started to rise just as they finally reached the top of the hill, the sky painted orange, green and light blue.
"Whew," panted Mr. Weasley, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his sweater. "Well, we've made good time - we've got ten minutes."
Hermione came over the crest of the hill last, clutching a stitch in her side.
"Now we just need the Portkey," said Mr. Weasley, replacing his glasses and squinting around at the ground. "It won't be big... Come on..."
They spread out, searching. They had only been at it for a couple of minutes, however, when a shout rent the still air.
"Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it."
Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop.
"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he strode over to the man who had shouted.
The rest of them followed.
Mr. Weasley was shaking hands with which Hope presumed was Amos Diggory, Cedric's father. After Arthur had introduced Mr. Diggory to everyone, he said, "And I think you know his son, Cedric?"
Cedric was just as handsome as Hope was expecting (and hoping), maybe even more so. He was blonde, his hair messy and spiky in a sexy just-got-out-of-bed way, his eyes were light green, his face angular with killer cheekbones.
"Hi," said Cedric, looking around at them all.
Everybody said hi back except Fred and George, who merely nodded. They had never quite forgiven Cedric for beating their team in the first Quidditch match of the previous year.
Hope smiled at him when his gaze went to her. His eyes widened slightly when he saw her, surprised like Fred and George and Ron had been by her new look, though he immediately tried to cover his expression into one of casual friendliness. Still, that didn't stop his eyes for roaming over her figure (stopping for a few long moments on her boobs), almost like he couldn't seem to help himself.
Hope licked her lips in a gesture that she hoped looked casual enough before looking away, satisfied with Cedric's reaction and perfectly happy she had taken such great care in her appearance this morning.
Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory were talking with each other, commenting on how early they had to get up and how far were they to the portkey site.
"Still ... not complaining ..." Mr Diggory was saying. "Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons - and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy. . . ." Amos Diggory peered good-naturedly around at the three Weasley boys, Hope, Hermione, and Ginny. "All these yours, Arthur?"
"Oh no, only the redheads," said Mr. Weasley, pointing out his children. "This is Hermione, friend of Ron's - and Hope, another friend -"
"Merlin's beard," said Amos Diggory, his eyes widening. "Hope? Hope Potter?"
"That's me." Hope replied, feeling a little awkward though she had memories (as fake as they were) of this happening all the time since she had entered the Wizarding World. People would look curiously at her, then at the scar on her forehead.
"Ced's talked about you, of course," said Amos Diggory. "Told us all about playing against you last year... I said to him, I said - Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will... You beat Hope Potter!"
Cedric looked uncomfortable while Fred and George looked angry at Mr. Diggory's words.
"Hope fell off her broom, Dad," he muttered. I told you ... it was an accident..."
"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" roared Amos genially, slapping his son on his back. "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman ... but the best player won, I'm sure Hope'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off her broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!"
Hope smiled at Cedric's defense of her and said, "Oh, Cedric is a marvelous player." Cedric smiled at her shyly. He was modest, how cute. "I hope he would grant me a rematch one of those days though. I'm not one who likes to lose, especially when it comes to Quidditch."
Cedric grinned at her. "It would be my pleasure." He replied, his eyes smoldering.
"Must be almost time." Mr. Weasley spoke then, looking at his watch. He asked if they were waiting for anyone else but the Lovegoods were already there and the Fawcetts (whoever they were) couldn't get the tickets.
They all surrounded Mr. Diggory after that – he was the one holding the boot portkey – and waited, everyone keeping a finger pressed on the boot.
After three seconds – with Mr. Weasley counting aloud – the portkey was activated. Hope felt a strange pulling in her navel and felt like someone was dragging her forward with force. In a few seconds it was over and she felt herself falling. She hit the ground hard and groaned.
She wasn't the only one on the ground. Only Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory and Cedric were still standing
To her great luck Cedric was standing next to her so after getting up from the floor, with the excuse of cleaning herself up from the dirt and foliage that had stuck to her clothes, she bent in front of him, cleaning her ankles and shoes-covered feet with her hands, knowing she was offering Cedric a great show (he probably could see her nipples from under her top thanks to both her position and his height).
She didn't look at him once, wanting him to believe that she had no idea what she was doing. She stayed in this position for several seconds before getting up and cleaning up the rest of her front.
When she looked at him, he looked red in the face but Hope pretended not to notice. Instead she asked, "Can you check my back and tell me if I have something stuck there?"
Cedric nodded, a little of his redness disappearing. Hope turned around and asked, "Well?"
"You have dirt on your back and…hum…behind." Cedric replied, awkwardly.
"Oh." Hope said, feigning embarrassment. She tried to clean herself but she knew she couldn't get everything off by herself.
"I give you permission to touch my butt as long as you help me, please." She said in the end, looking behind her shoulder at him.
Cedric's cheeks were bright red again but he nodded. He started with her back first, his touch sure but when his hand started to lower, so did his confidence.
"Don't be shy Cedric. I told you, I'm giving you permission." Her words seemed to be enough because his touch became more assured. If he cupped a feel of her arse with the excuse of dusting off her skirt, neither of them commented on it.
Once it was over, she turned to look at him with a smile. "Thank you so much, I know it must have been a little embarrassing for you."
Cedric mumbled that it was okay, though he wasn't looking her in the eye. Hope grinned, charmed by his shyness. Getting him to break out of his reserve and self-control was certainly going to be fun.