HARRY POTTER :flash forward.

"Ah! Percy!" replied Harry. "You've been misinformed. First, I am not a Champion, I'm an unwilling competitor. Hogwarts's Champion is Cedric Diggory; and, I assure you, he's waiting outside with his date for this evening, Miss Cho Chang. Second, I am here with two dates this evening, my two fiancées, Miss Daphne Greengrass and Miss Hermione Granger."

Harry heard either Tracey or Lisa squeal a little and immediately demand to look at rings.

"Third, I made the fact I intend to sit with the other students for this evening quite clear to both Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall quite some time ago. I'm sorry you weren't informed, but it wasn't my place to do so. Will there be anything else?"

Percy looked so shocked he almost looked stricken. "But; you have to sit at the head table. It's all been planned!"

Harry frowned back and said, "Now you're beginning to annoy me. I don't have to do squat, Mister Weasley. What I could do, however, is publicly question Dumbledore, in his role as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, as to why I... the Head of an Ancient House... am being brow-beaten by a low grade Ministry flunky in front of my fiancées and friends. Would you like me to do that?"

Percy gaped a little and blanched in shock before he stuttered, "Err... n-no. I'll... go and find out why I wasn't informed. M-my apologies." He quickly scurried back to the head table.

"Aaaannnd... slap!" said Horace. "Nice put down, Harry."

"Percy always was a pompous prat," smiled Harry right back. "That boy's got a stick up his arse so long it's cutting off circulation to his brain."

While Daphne was trying hard not to snort in an unladylike fashion, Hermione told him off again, "Harry James, you will mind your language in front of others! I don't know where you developed such a potty mouth, but I suspect it was the bad influences of Finnegan and Thomas. I can't see Neville using that sort of language."

"Ha!" Harry shot back. "Don't be fooled by that meek and mild exterior he's cultivated for the public. Neville gives as good as he gets in the dorm."

"I don't think I want to know what you got up to in that dorm," huffed Hermione.

"Oh, just the usual," Harry said airily. "Fart competitions; things like that."

"Fart competitions?" asked Horace, clearly amused. "Yeah, you know; like who has the loudest, who has the smelliest, who has the longest..."

"Harry James!" barked Hermione, while Blaise and Horace roared with laughter.

"With the way he eats you'd think it'd be a clean sweep for Weasley, but it's Finnegan who can clear a room in about three seconds flat," said Harry. "I tell ya, it's a wonder all the curtains, linen and clothing in that room haven't rotted by now."

"Stop it!" cried Hermione.

Harry, seeing he was now clearly upsetting Hermione, relented. "Alright, Hermione. I'm sorry. I'll stop."

It was just in time, as the three Champions were announced and escorted their dates into the Great Hall.

By the end of the evening, Harry felt he'd done his best to make sure both his fiancées received equal attention from him both on and off the dance floor.

It also hadn't taken long for news of their engagements to sweep through the school. Both girls were constantly having others approach them during their time off the floor to look at the rings and asking questions such as about when Harry had asked, were they surprised, where were the rings purchased from, were they heirlooms, and similar.

Harry was just glad the official announcement and story would be in the Daily Prophet the next morning, courtesy of the Bancroft woman. She had promised it wouldn't be a sensationalist story à la Skeeter. But, also said it didn't need to be; as it was sensational enough on its own merit.

The idea was to delay the story of the three-way engagement for as long as possible and to counter-effect any story where Harry refused to play the role of a Champion for the Ball.

One of the most relieving aspects of the ball was that Harry had only seen Ron once, for the meal. The boy disappeared almost as soon as the meal was completed. He did not see Ginevra, at all.

With about ten minutes before their return portkey was due to take them back to Greengrass Farm, Harry made sure his fiancées were aware of the time before he began gently herding them towards the Entrance Hall antechamber.

They made it with about two minutes to spare. That was just enough time to check that they hadn't left anything behind, and to don their cloaks.

With about fifteen seconds remaining, Harry withdrew the return portkey from his pocket and offered it to the girls. They both grabbed on and, a few seconds later, were whisked away.

They arrived in almost the exact same place from where they left.

Daphne called for the Farm house elves and they were popped directly to the entry hall of the main house where both mothers stood waiting for them.

"How was your evening?" asked Cele, first to ask.

"It was amazing, Mum!" gushed Hermione, before she then frowned. "But, Harry almost ruined the start of it by telling Daphne's friends in Slytherin about how the boys in the Gryffindor fourth year boys' dorm engaged in... flatulence competitions."

"I thought it was funny," grinned Daphne, just as Sirius walked in.

"Flatulence competitions?" asked Sirius.

"Don't encourage him," huffed Hermione. "I don't believe boys engage in that sort of thing."

"Smelliest, longest, loudest?" asked Sirius, grinning.

"Yep!" replied Harry, pleased his godfather 'got it'.

With a mock sigh and sniffle Sirius said, "I miss those days."

Hermione harrumphed and, with her nose in the air, said, "Come, ladies. We'll talk in the kitchen." And stalked out.

Snickering, Daphne followed with both mothers following her. Harry had no idea, until that night, that 'Ice Queen' Daphne appreciated fart jokes.

After the ladies left, Sirius asked, "So, who was the champ? It'd be that Weasley boy, right?"

With a grin Harry said, "He was the undisputed king of the longest. No surprise considering how quickly he shovels food into his mouth. But, it was Finnegan who consistently had the smelliest; and it was a toss up between me and Thomas for who had the loudest."

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