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Here is the second chapter, i know it is not the best but yeah :). I've tried to make it longer than the first chapter. I will update as soon as I can. I hope you like the story so far and please review with an improvements
Hermione POV
We were sat on the Gryffindor table. Me, Harry and Ron. The food before us looked absolutely delicious. Roast chicken piles of buttery potatoes and large boats full to the brim of rich gravy. My stomach growled with anticipation. As I filled my plate with food, I looked up at Ron who was sitting opposite me. His mouth was open, full of chewed up chicken. Disgust chased away my hunger. He was disgusting. The way he stuffed his face full of everything he could get his hand on. The way he ate with his mouth out showing every one the contents. It was horrible. To avoid gaging at the sight, I looked across the hall. My eyes fell on the ferret siting with those two giants on either side of him. My thoughts went back to the quidditch world cup when we were entering the forest. Malfoy had changed. He wanted me to get away from the death eaters. He said 'please'.
"Hermione, Hermione!" Harry said trying to get my attention. I didn't realise I had zoned out while staring at Malfoy. Luckily, I don't think anyone noticed where my gaze was focused.
"Sorry Harry, I zoned out. What did you say?" I said looking away from Malfoy and toward Harry and Ron. Harry was looking at me, a worried expression on his face.
"Where's the defence against the dark arts teacher?" I said trying to take the attention of me. Harry faced the High table at the end of the great hall. Dumbledore with his long silvery white hair and half- mooned glasses sat in the large golden chair in the centre. Professor McGonagall by his side. However, the seat on the left was empty. Just as I was about to speak, the doors of the Great Hall were flung open with an almighty crash. A shadowy figure stood framed in the door way. A bolt of lightning illuminated the figure. The man in the had chunks of his face missing, making his face look oddly distorted. I also, notice one of his eyes were missing, replaced with a bright blue glass one. Every person in the room was focused of this man. As he walked in toward the High table a strange clunking sounded on every other step. He probably has a wooden leg I thought. Dumbledore stood up from his chair looking at us all.
"This is professor Moody, Your new defence against the dark arts teacher." He gestured towards Moody who had now taken his seat beside the headmaster.
Harry POV
Dumbledore stood up again once everyone had finished eating and the golden plates had been cleared. He used his fork and knocked it against the edge of his goblet, creating a sharp tlllinggg, to capture the students' attention.
"Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, The Triwizard Tournament." Muttering erupted all over the great hall. The Triwizard tournament. I faintly remembered hearing Percy and Mr Weasley talking about something that was going to be happening at Hogwarts. I had no idea what the Triwizard Tournament was but judging the urgent whispers around the hall, I gathered it was a big deal. "And those of you who don't know, the triwizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests." Dumbledore said answering my previous thought "From each school a single student is selected to compete. Once you have been chosen you must compete. And trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint hearted." Ron turned towards me, excitement on his face.
"We should definitely do this, imagine one of us winning the tournament. And we would be able to do things that we would never have been able to do otherwise." To be honest with myself, I didn't want to compete. Haven't I already been through enough in my life? I didn't need any more attention. But to Ron I said
"Yeah, that would be awesome. We should sign up!" whilst trying to look excited.
"Why would you want to compete? I've read all about this in Hogwarts: A History, do you even know how many deaths there have been?" Hermione said worriedly
"No! You're probably the only one who has ever bothered to read that stupid book" Ron said exasperatedly. Looking around the hall, I noticed many of the Hufflepuff students speaking and gesturing excitedly at a 7th year student who I think was called Cedric Diggory. Many girls were looking at him and giggling behind their hands. I rolled my eyes and my gaze found the sytherin table at the opposite side of the hall. Draco Malfoy was surrounded by his thick-headed cronies and pug face Parkinson. It looked as if Malfoy was boasting, his chest was thrown forwards and his hand gesturing towards himself. Parkinson had her hand resting on Malfoy's thigh, looking at him with her piggy eyes. A strange twinge went through me. It felt as if a small monster was brewing in my chest. Roaring indignantly. What is happening to me?