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Art pressed his body against Fleur, a fire seemed to erupting into his body as he kissed Fleur passionately. He pulled away from Fleur's face and saw her red face looking up at him with lust.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a ragged breath, trying to calm himself down.

She didn't say anything and simply pulled Art's face back to hers, her hands fumbling with his robes. Art's rationality was gone after this and he waved his hand, causing his robes and hers to fly off into a corner of the room.

Fleur was left wearing a pink lace bra and matching knickers. Art hungrily kissed her neck and slowly made his way down. Fleur's breathing was ragged and gave a seductive moan that drove Art crazy. Pulling her bra down, he attacked her breasts with his hands and mouth, causing Fleur to moan even more.

Throws of passion sounded throughout the room as clothes were ripped off.

An hour later Fleur was curled up on Art's chest tracing his scare with her finger.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked softly.

"Not for many years. It is just a reminder now."

"Reminder for what?"

"For who." he said with a sad smile and gently squeezed Fleur's body.

She responded by curling up tighter to him.

"Everytime morning when I get dressed the scar reminds me why I train, why I push myself everyday…" Art murmured, looking at the ceiling.

Fleur didn't say anything for awhile and simply rested her head on Art's chest.

"Just make sure to come back to me." she muttered finally.

Art kissed her forehead, "Of course. I can't stay away after this." he said with a devilish grin, his hands wondering again.

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Art walked Fleur back to the Beauxbaton carriage and gave her a light kiss before departing. After crossing that barrier with Fleur, he found himself feeling joyful and lighter.

He waved at a few first years who blushed and ran away. He laughed and saw Cedric saying goodbye to Cho. Art walked up to him with a large smile, creeping Cedric out.

"What is wrong with your face?" Cedric finally asked.

"Love bruv, love." Art said with a laugh, wrapping his arm around Cedric.

Cedric looked at Art with a confused expression but didn't say anything.

"Are you nervous about the Tournament?" Cedric asked.

"I am more nervous about the undercurrents surrounding the tournament. Someone put Harry's name in the Goblet. Something larger is at play here and I hate not knowing what it is or being able to prepare for it." Art said seriously.

He could feel the tournament was going to be a lot more dangerous than he thought and not because of the tasks. There was someone in the shadows, planning and manipulating.

Art and Cedric decided to go to the Room of Requirement and train for a bit. To their surprise, they met the twins with Harry already training.

"I see you took what I said seriously." Art said with a smile, nodding at the twins.

Art looked at Harry who looked terrible. His robes were torn and even burnt in a few places. He was breathing heavily and only waved at Art and Cedric.

"A bit harsh, no?" Cedric asked looking at Harry.

"He doesn't have time to learn by reading. Fred and I need to baptise him in fire if he wants to survive." George said deeply.

This caused Art and Cedric to break out laughing.

"Such inspiring words from a stupid person." Cedric said, wiping away the tears in his eyes.

George was enraged and immediately attacked Cedric who already had his wand out. Fred, George and Art all backed away and let them fight.

"Watch closely, Harry." Art said, pointing at Ced and George.

Harry straightened up and closely watched the two duel.

"They look even in strength." Harry said quietly.

"They are but George will lose if he doesn't do something soon." Art said with a smile, mysterifying Harry. "Watch."

Harry listened and watched the two duel carefully. Cedric finally made his move and charms the rug under George's feet to wrap around him tightly, causing him unable to move.

"Hahaha!" Art laughed loudly with Fred.

"Cheap tricks as always!" George snarled, struggling to get out of the rug.

"A win is a win." Cedric said simply.

"Overpowering your opponent is fine Harry but when you are the same strength or your opponent or if your opponent is stronger than you, you have to look for openings. Fight smart, use what you know and don't waste your magic recklessly." Art patiently explained to Harry.

Harry nodded his head slowly, taking it all in.

"Continue training. Cedric and I are going to train over here." Art said walking to the other side of the room.

Art took out his goblin sword and asked Cedric to fire spells at him while he blocked them with his blade. Harry was at first shocked to see Art use and sword but Fred and George laughed and explained.

"His father taught him something called martial arts. He fights with all types of weapons including his bare hands." Fred said laughing at Harry's face.

"But why? He can do magic." Harry asked confused. He came from the muggle world as well and knew off martial arts but thought they were nothing compared to magic.

George shrugged his shoulders, "Don't know but don't look down on them. He can have you on your ass before you even muttered a sound. It is frightening."

"Hey Art! Our room was a bit messed up and your bed was a mess! Did someone rob us?" Fred asked suddenly.

Art froze and a spell hit him in the chest, causing him to grunt in pain.

Even saw Art's face turn a completely red, "Sorry, I lost something and made a mess."

Fred and George's eyes went wide.

"You didn't."

"No way."

"In our room?"

"Boundaries man."

The twins complained but a wide grin was on their faces. They wanted to tease him more but seeing Art's angry face they quickly ran away.

Cedric shook his head but a smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth. Harry looked around confused but no one filled him in.

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"So you and Fleur?" Cedric asked on his way towards the dorms.

Art's face turned a bit red but he nodded, not hiding it.

"Two Champions sleeping together… that is headline stuff right there." Cedric chuckled.

Art gave him a side glance but didn't say anything. He could trust Cedric with his life, let alone a secret.