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A/N: I don't own anything that J.K. Rowling has created in that mind of hers. Holly is my OC, Crim is TBB's.

CHAPTER 2!

It seemed like such a long time since we had first walked down the center of the Great Hall, had the brim of the sorting hat cut off our view to the rest of the first years, and took our seats among our fated houses. Making our lives in the school seemed to come easily. I made many friends but Crim remained my one true friend, my best friend. I found classes that I loved and classes that I wasn't so good at. Charms seemed to be some hidden talent that I held but potions, well Professor Snape reminded me far too often that I lacked the skills to brew even the simplest boil cure potion. Crim and I both found the pleasure of Quidditch. I could never wait to get out onto the exciting field. Crim was a natural Keeper. I, a chaser.

Crim seemed to come to terms with the fact that she had been placed in Slytherin. Blimey, Slytherins generally scare me but Crim made me see that everyone deserved a chance. She was the funniest person I had yet met in the school.

I was having great fun in the Hufflepuff house. Everyone was... different. They were all friendly and we conversed often, they all seemed to have a good laugh in 3rd year when I forgot the knock to get into the commons and had vinegar all over me... for the fourth time that month. It was amusing though. They were good friends, but I could never forget the first time Crim and I met, with the Weasleys so happy in the train compartment. The twins didn't seem to forget about us, well rather Crim. They pranked her often but she didn't seem to she it bugged her. I heard once from the other Slytherins when waiting for Crim that the Weasleys were Blood Traitors. I wasn't sure what it meant at the time.

Yet everything was forgotten this year. The term Blood Traitor, the vinegar smell that clung to me for weeks, all that slipped my mind as the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament came about. The whole school was in an excited chat about it. Topics jumped from the Foreign students to the champions themselves. After the introduction of the females from Beauxbatons and the males of Durmstrang, students over the age of 17 were given the chance to claim their spot with the champions and enter their name in the Goblet of Fire.

"Who do you think will be chosen to represent Hogwarts?" I leaned forward, staring at the cup, and chewing on my lower lips as I thought of students old enough to pass the line Dumbledore had made around the cup. 17 and older, 17 and older.

"I don't know, why don't you go ask it?" Crim sat beside me flipping though her potion book. Her messy brown hair fell over her shoulders with laze. She was studying something she thanks Professor Snape was going to make us brew or other. It was much like her though, Snape says it's going to be on something, sure enough Crim will study it. Maybe that's why she's so bloody well in the class.

I turned just slightly to her, she didn't seem as excited as I or the many many other students seemed to be. It was like she was a zombie or something. "Why aren't you excited about the Triwizard Tournament. Crim? If I didn't know better, I would say that you want the entire thing to go away." I felt the urge to poke her... but decided against it.

"I don't have anything against it, honestly," She murmured, reading one of the many lines of instructions from her book. The title to the potion scrolled across the top of the page, Draught of the Living Dead. Seemed appropriate. "I just wish Quidditch hadn't been canceled this year."

My jitters settled a little. "Quidditch... yeah..." I didn't particularly like that either. I missed the team, we didn't meet up much outside the field. The field that they were in the makes of ruining as we speak. How dare them. My attention was caught though as Cedric Diggory entered the room. He was a fellow Hufflepuff, a fellow Quidditch player, and definitely old enough to enter the Tournament. All eyes turned to him, and I could feel the happiness seeping back into my every pore.

"Crim! Crim! Look! He's going to enter!" I wouldn't admit it... only to Crim... who I would admit it to every day, I loved Cedric. He was amazing in every way. His looks were... sigh. His body was... sigh. His skills were... SIGH. He was all around amazing. There were plenty like myself with a crush on the Hufflepuff. Luckily for me, I seemed to be friends with one of the girls without a crush. She was graced with the chance to know Cedric growing up. Their fathers worked together in the Ministry. My mother was a bum enough to work in a different Ministry district.

"Good luck, Ced!" Crim shouted with the other cheers when the paper he had dropped into the Goblet. I wanted to bat her in the back of the head. You don't speak to Ced like that unless you want a mob of fangirls to beat you up in the alley behind Hog's Head Inn.

"Thanks, Crim." Cedric replied with a smile.

I about fell out of my seat, a bit faint. How could someone be so... sigh. I couldn't let Crim be the only to give him good luck. "I'm sure you'll get chosen, Cedric!" I wanted to kick myself. Of course he'll get chosen! He's... Cedric!

Cedric paused, glancing at me. Istarted brushing my side ponytail absentmindedly. Oh no. I did something wrong. What was I thinking? I'm just a pesent in his presence! Be a fly, be a fly, be a fly. I willed myself to disappear but then something happened and I think I did die.

"Holly... right?"

I screamed internally. I don't think I could be any happier. "Y-yes. Crims friend! We're in Hufflepuff together. On-on the team together." I spazzed. Someone kick meeeee! I was making a fool of myself. Of course we're both in Hufflepuff, yellow... I'm wearing yellow everywhere! Even the bow in my hair has the beautiful Hufflepuff emblem on it.

He seemed to come to the same conclusion that I was babbling but thankfully ignored it. "Yeah, you're one of our chasers. You do a great job on the field."

I was about to thank him when laughter bounced throughout the entire room. Fred and George (Or maybe it was one of the two with Bob, their evil third twin that I've never met) came running in, caring some sort of potion. Judging by what Hermione Granger was telling them, they thought they could get through Dumbledors age line with some measly potion. Crim was the only one I could think of that would be able to come up with such a well working potion.

Crim closed her book beside me. What was coming up must have been interesting for Crim to close her book. I scooted to the edge of my seat to watch. The twins downed the potion while the room continued to grow louder with cheers. I was being caught up in the excitement and whistled for them. They stepped over the line. Just like that. The were proud and showed off their success by strutting around before turning to the cup and dropping in their names. Nothing happened.

It was a nice show but Cedric would still be the champion in my opinion. They couldn't take that title from him. And seconds later something happened. I was a little shocked as their names got spit out and they fell back. When they sat back up they had the grey hair and beards of old men. I couldn't help but let out a roar of laughter as they began to argue and fight.

Not long after Crim and I parted ways for the night. I headed to the Hufflepuff common room. I slipped in rather easily, learning my lesson from the one month in my third year. I wonder if Cedric remembered that. I blushed slightly embarrassed at the thought. I would hope he didn't remember.

This was one of the things slightly upsetting about being in a different house from Crim, my night were doomed to boredom. Most Hufflepuff would go for the dorms much to early in the night. Whether or not they went to bed when in the dorms was another story all together. Much to my surprise there were still several Puffs about in the common room. Most of them were crowded around a couch. I made my way over, my curious nature taking over.

"I hope that your name gets called!" One of the boys cheered. He was sitting on the back of the couch. I wasn't sure who he was, I didn't know all the Hufflepuff.

A blonde playfully smacked the boy in the chest. "Oh, of course his name will get called you bloody git." That was a familiar face. I was pretty sure her name was Hannah. She was a couple years younger than us.

"Come on guys, we can celebrate when my name gets called. There are plenty of great students entering." It was unmistakable that Cedric was the one laughing.

"Doesn't hurt to be in good spirits! Think positive, get positive outcomes." I recognized this Puff no doubt, his name was Ernie Macmillan, one of the younger Puffs also.

I myself thought the same. Good thoughts could lead to good outcomes. I wanted to join in the merriment. "You'll get chosen and do great, Cedric." No one seemed to notice my being new to the group but all of them nodded in agreement.

Cedric looked at me, that glorious smile still on his face. "Thanks Holly." My heart skipped a beat and my face went red. I had never received the chance to thank him earlier but now didn't seem like the right time as the chit chat about the Tournament went on. I was glad to see everyone so excited. It was a great chance for Hufflepuff to show their worth, for Cedric to make a name for himself.

I backed away from the couch, snagged a book off a table, and plopped down beside the fire. I went on to read the picked up title, 'Quintessence: A Quest', for a long while. It was quite the interesting book on charms. Professor Flitwick had been hounding our class to read it.

I found myself nodding off as I went onto another book later that night. This one 'Flesh-Eating Tree of the World', Our new Herbology book. I glanced up from the pages, hoping that maybe people had finally decided that rest was an important thing. The crowd around Cedric had thinned. Now down to two or three who somehow found the energy to bicker about light cotton fabric.

Why would they talk about fabric? I moved myself from the floor. The stone around the fireplace had long ago started to bother my shoulders. With a sigh, I tucked myself into a large padded chair, hardly any light to focus on the book in hand but I was determined to talk to Cedric alone.

It didn't happen as I fell asleep on the soft arm the chair offered.

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