As they recrossed the Entrance Hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall.
Lucifer overheard several Sixth and Seventh Year girls complaining about not having Quills to get an autograph from Krum.
"Obviously, very few people carry Quills and Ink Bottles on them without their bag," Hermione said, shaking her head.
They went to sit at Gryffindor Table while the Durmstrang lot sat at the Slytherin Table and Hermione caught the looks of a few girls from Beauxbatons, especially that one.
Hermione saw them converse with each other quickly, but they didn't get up from the Table, so they were staying where they were.
'For the better, I say. We don't want them at Gryffindor Table anyway!'
"Hermione?" A voice brought her from her thoughts.
"Hmm?" She looked at the voice, and it was Lucifer who spoke.
"Are you alright?" He had his head tilted as he looked at her.
"Yeah, I'm okay," she gave him her best fake smile she could muster.
"Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him, Malfoy," they heard Ron say scathingly.
"I bet Krum can see right through him, though... bet he gets people fawning over him all the time... Where d'you reckon they're going to sleep? We could offer him space in our Dormitory-"
"The fuck we are!" Lucifer said hotly, "I am not sharing my Dormitory room with that fuck," he pointed in the direction of Krum.
"They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot," Harry said, ignoring their exchange about Krum.
The Durmstrang students were pulling off their heavy furs and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest.
A couple of them were picking up the golden plates and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed.
Up at the staff table, Filch was seen adding chairs.
He was wearing his moldy old tailcoat in honor of the occasion.
Lucifer saw that he had added four chairs instead of just two.
"But there's only two extra people," Harry apparently noticed as well, "why's Filch putting out four chairs, who else is coming?"
"Eh?" Ron asked vaguely, still fawning over Krum.
"My guess is that because the Tournament is being handled differently this year, two Ministry Officials are coming to Hogwarts as well to make sure things go smoothly," Lucifer answered him.
"And I'd say it'll be Crouch Sr. and Bagman," Hermione piggybacked on what Lucifer said, "remember, Dumbledore did say that the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Games and Sports decided it was time for another attempt, and they are the Head's of those Departments."
When all the students had entered the Hall and settled down at their House tables, the staff entered, filing up to the top table and taking their seats.
Last in line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime.
When their Headmistress appeared, all of the students from Beauxbatons all stood quickly to their feet.
A few Hogwarts students laughed, but the Beauxbatons part appeared quite unembarrassed, however, and did not resume their seats until Madame Maxime had sat down on Dumbledore's left-hand side.
"Respect for their Headmistress, not sure what there is to laugh about," Lucifer voiced his opinion, which Hermione couldn't disagree with.
"Hello", came a shy voice from behind Hermione.
"Could I perhaps get your autograph? Can I just say, you look really handsome today."
Lucifer was taken aback slightly when he was handed a quill and a small dot with a cut out of Lucifer's face from the Daily Prophet.
"What the-?" Ron started to say, but Hermione kicked him from beneath the table.
Lucifer quickly signed it, handed it back and received a blown kiss from the girl as she walked away.
"Why's it just Lucifer?" Harry asked. "I'm here too!"
"Don't pretend that you care, Potter," Lucifer said. "The only person you want to come to yo- "
He was cutoff, "I swear down if another one of those girls comes over here," Hermione groaned."I'm going to throw a knife straight into their-".
"Hello," another girl had said. "Wow... your clothes are brilliant."
"They're part of his uniform," Hermione said gritting her teeth.
"They'd look better on my bedroom floo-"
"HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!!" Hermione shouted, causing all the noise in the Great Hall to dissipate.
"I'm his girlfriend. And he's happy with me. So go back to your seat, before I escort you there!!"
The girl quickly ran off before Hermione could pounce.
"Daft bimbos! All of them," She said, pulling herself closer to Lucifer so no one could think that he was single.
"Jeez, Hermione," Harry muttered. "Didn't know you had it in you."
"He's mine, and anyone who thinks otherwise can take a bloody trip to the Hospital Wing!!"
Lucifer kissed the angry girl's temple, causing her to beam at him.
When Lucifer pulled back, Hermione looked down the table to see most of the Beauxbatons girls scowling at her, especially that bitch.
She returned their looks with one of victory.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and - most particularly guests," Dumbledore said, beaming around at the foreign students.
"I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."
The Beauxbatons girls all looked back and forth from each other to Lucifer, who sat oblivious to what they were doing.
Hermione was not, she knew they were planning something, and she was going to stop it.
"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," Dumbledore said, still beaming, "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"
Dumbledore sat down and the plates in front of them filled up with some of the most bizarre looking foods Ron had ever seen.
"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak and kidney pudding.
"Bouillabaisse," Lucifer said, simply.
"Bless you," Ron said, which actually got a laugh from Harry.
"It's French, Ronald," Hermione said with a scowl, "I had it this last summer when my Mum and I went to France. It's actually very nice."
"I'll take your word for it," Ron said, helping himself to black pudding.
After a few minutes, another girl from Beauxbatons made her way to the quartet.
"Are you finished with ze bouillabaisse?" The girl name Emily Weir asked.
"There's some down there," Hermione said, with a fake smile planted on her face.
"We're finished with it, here, I've got it-" Lucifer said while touching the plate.
"No don't worry, I'll get it," Emily leaned over the table, purposely rubbing her chest against Lucifer's face as she grabbed the bowl.
"Nope! I'mma kill her!" Hermione said, as she stood up to try and chase Emily down.
"No, Hermione, don't," Lucifer said holding her back. "Just ignore them. I'm your boyfriend, and no one else's. And nothing they do will change that."
Hermione sat back down, and kissed Lucifer, keeping an eye open so she could see the reactions of the Beauxbatons girls.
"She's a Veela!" Ron said.
"No she isn't!" Hermione said angrily, "She's a daft bimbo, I told you before."
Ron was about to argue with her, when Lucifer gave him a cold look which sent a shiver down his spine.
He didn't talk again.
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