I will have a trailer for this so... yep. General idea from Alli6. It's not very cannon to be quite honest. Enjoy!
Harry and Hermione got off the Hogwarts Express and entered the carriages which would lead them to the castle of Hogwarts, where they would officially begin their Fourth Year as one Gryffindor and one Slytherin. On that faithful night just three years ago they'd been sorted into their houses at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The two remembered it quite clear, the memory vivid.
"Hermione Granger!" Gryffindor Head of House Professor McGonagall had called out once the First Years had entered the elegant Great Hall, all very anxious and excited.
This particular frizzy brown haired, large front toothed, extremely bossy girl moved forward, her hands trembling slightly and her legs feeling like Jell-O. Why, oh, why did she have to be the first person called up? She sat on the designated stool in front of hundreds of students and Professor McGonagall placed the ratty looking hat upon her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat announced loudly.
Hermione smiled and slid off the stool, heading towards Slytherin table. Harry Potter, the boy she'd first met on the train and had instantly come to like, was soon called up. She crossed her fingers he'd get Slytherin.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat again yelled out. Cheers of happiness echoed around the large hall and Harry walked over to the table where he was clapped on the back and congratulated. He looked over at the Slytherin table, to see that girl he'd first met and knew he'd want to be her friend. She smiled sadly and he put on a smile to make her happier. It didn't exactly work. He turned to face the red haired boy whom he'd also met on the train and had become quite acquainted with. The boy flipped his head around and glanced at the girl. He was a bit disgusted. A Slytherin? He didn't think there'd be any friendship there. Harry had different thoughts though.
"Hermione, why is it, you think, you were placed in Slytherin?" Harry asked suddenly.
Hermione looked away from the text book she'd been reading and glanced up into his brilliant green eyes. She'd always found them intriguing. A strand of his jet black was falling into his eyes, since his hair was usually very untamable, so without thinking she reached over and brushed it out of the way. Her fingertips sizzled a bit where she'd made contact with his skin, but not in a bad way. She pulled away.
"I've already told you, Harry," she replied, "I don't exactly know why it chose Slytherin. Maybe it's because my family is Pureblood. I wouldn't know."
Harry took off his round spectacles and wiped them on his jumper, then looked at her again.
"I wish you'd been in Gryffindor," he admitted.
Hermione looked off to the left. "Mother and father wouldn't have approved."
Harry nodded and didn't speak. He knew all too well that Hermione's family was a very pretentious Pureblood one, all sorted into Slytherin and were of high status in the wizard world.
"Well, the World Cup was fun, don't you think?" Hermione asked, trying to change the subject. She pleaded with her chocolate brown eyes for him to understand. He did.
"Yeah, well, the match was," Harry replied bitterly. He'd been accused of casting a Dark Mark at the Cup camp site when he'd been found at the scene. He hadn't done it of course but then they found that house elf... Winky, was it? She had his wand and then the blame fell onto her, which led to Barty Crouch, Minister of Magic, firing her. Hermione was in a rage about it and started talking about some spew thing…
"Poor Winky, she'd done nothing wrong," Hermione said quietly her eyes flashing. The carriages halted and they stepped out, walking into the castle. Ronald Weasley joined them, making sure to keep his distance from Hermione. Even though she was also Harry's best friend, Ron didn't completely trust her. For obvious yet discriminating reasons.
"So, what house will get the first kid do you think?" Ron asked, scratching something that looked like sweets residue off his robes.
"Slytherin."
"Gryffindor."
Harry and Hermione glanced at each other and let out short laughs.
"Scary when you two do that sometimes," Ron muttered, flicking his blue eyes back towards the large doors leading to the Great Hall. Ron ran over to get two seats at the Gryffindor table once they entered and Harry and Hermione reluctantly parted. The little scared first years entered and were sorted. The first sorted turned out to be a Hufflepuff. Once all were sorted Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stepped forward to begin his yearly speech.
"Welcome back everyone, to Hogwarts, and welcome those of you who are joining us for the first time…"
And so he spoke a bit mainly to the first years. The interesting part came next. The Great Hall doors boomed open and in came a bizarre looking man with a scarred up face, a limp which he attended to with a large stick to help him walk, and a glass eye that rolled around in all directions.
"Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody!"
There were some forced claps, but mainly people stared.
"That's Mad-Eye Moody," Ron whispered to Harry.
"Alastor Moody," Hermione said to herself over at the Slytherin table. A highly trained, top notch Auror with many interesting tales. Oh yes, she'd definitely read about him before.
"Sorry I'm late, storming out there," he grumbled. He finally made it to the table and he took his spot.
"Another bit of important news. This year, Hogwarts is proud to be hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament!"
There were many gasps and a lot of cheering.
"The schools that will join us for this momentous tournament will arrive tomorrow evening by breakfast. From each a school a champion will be selected by the Goblet of Fire. Each champion will participate in the Tournament in hopes of bringing victory to their school! Thank you, now let us feast!"
The tables instantly filled with plates, bowls, and platters of scrumptious looking foods and drinks filled the goblets. Students began to dig in and fill their empty stomachs to make up for the long train ride. Hermione wasn't particularly hungry though. A Tri-Wizard Tournament? What an exciting opportunity to make friends with foreign wizards and witches!
"Aren't you hungry, Hermione?" Pansy Parkinson, Hermione's best girl mate asked. She pushed her straight raven hair over her shoulder and looked over. Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and smiled at Pansy.
"Not really, just thinking," she replied.
"About Potter?" her friend asked with a knowing smirk.
Hermione furrowed her brow. What on earth was Pansy suggesting? That she liked her best friend? Insane!
"No, about the tournament," Hermione said back, piling some greens onto her plate.
"Sure," Pansy replied, sounding suggestive still.
Hermione rolled her eyes and took a bite. Was it not possible for her to be very good friends with a boy and not be in love with him? She thought it was. Draco Malfoy tapped her shoulder from her right.
"I'm telling you, he's not right for you, I heard his mum was a Mudblood," he said with a shrug.
Hermione glared at him. Even if they were acquainted a bit, she didn't appreciate him implying things about blood supremacy of sorts. This was why she preferred to have very few friends. Her only very close friends were Pansy, Harry, and Ginny Weasley. Most of the Weasleys seemed to like her accept for Ron. He always acted as if there was something fishy about her. This very much miffed her. But she ignored it. Hey, you can't be friends with everyone. She ate a small amount with no dessert. Then she started to head to the Slytherin common room after saying a hasty goodnight to Harry. She was in a particularly strange mood for some reason. She hoped it was just lack of sleep. So she retired to the Girls' Dormitory and quickly changed into a dressing gown, climbing under the soft, emerald green quilt. She tried to sleep. But all night her eyes remained wide open.