A/N: This was written awhile ago... I was looking through some of my old fanfiction and decided to publish this. Please be kind? It's more than a little rough.
Vines
I pointed my wand at Krum, prepared to say some sort of curse that would be sure to keep him down. He had betrayed the rules and attacked me, and probably Fleur, within the maze. I opened my mouth, just as I felt Harry pull me back. I growled as I felt him pull me away and try to consolidate me with words, saying something similar to the fact that Krum had been bewitched.
Forgetting Krum, I quickly pulled out of Potter's grasp and began running through the maze, remembering what I was in here for. The Triwizard Cup. I could hear him behind me, trying to catch up. I felt his hands grip my shirt, and I pushed him roughly against the wall of the maze. We continued this for awhile, pushing and shoving each other like bratty little kids – which we were, in a way.
Then, I saw it, glittering. I looked over at Harry – he had the same look in his eye. We were fighting for the same team, and we wouldn't let horrible happen to each other – but when it came to this last stretch, unless something dire happened, I was going to do everything I could to get that cup.
I ran as fast as I could towards the cup with Harry neck and neck with me. The pushing and shoving came again, but then a new sensation around my ankles surprised me. The vines were attacking me and only me. Harry was somehow avoiding it.
The vines pulled me to the ground, and I began to struggle even harder. I couldn't reach my wand; I couldn't do anything. And Harry… He was just standing there. Was he about to betray the trust I had placed in him? I struggled harder as the vines attempted to pull me under the maze.
He looked back between the cup and me, seeming to debate on what to do. Finally, he came over and helped me… so he hadn't betrayed me. Heh, why did I think he would? He was a Gryffindor after all.
The End.