A/N: Sorry, it's taken me quite a while to write and publish this chapter, but here it is. I'm hoping that people will read it, and I'm really hoping people will review. Please?

If I were J.k Rowling, I would have made a series already about Draco and Hermione. Therefore I am not J.K Rowling. Therefore I do not own Harry Potter.

CHAPTER 2: The tournament and Midnight kissing

Me and Cathy took our place at the Ravenclaw table, just as Professor Longbottom placed the hat on the stool and it started to sing:

Welcome, and welcome back

To this old and noble school

A thousand years, it must've been

Since I first sat on this stool

Since then, till now I have survived

Wars and Turmoil great

I have seen the good and the pure

And those who're filled with hate

I've delved deep into the mind

Of every wizard, every witch

The young, the old, the powerful

The poorest and the rich

I've sorted each and everyone

Into the house that they suit best

And now young first years, I'll sort you

Your doubts I'll put to rest

It may be sweet old Hufflepuff

If to your heart you're true

Your cheery, quirky attitude

Will always help you through

Ravenclaw, if you value

your mind most

Though you may out smart the others

You're not a one to boast.

In Slytherin I'm sure you'll fit

If you're sly and cunning too

You're determined and you're willing

There's nothing you wouldn't do

Gryffindor the lion

Noble and so strong

If these are your greatest qualities

This may be where you belong

Anything sound familiar

Where do you think you'll go?

By the time this feast is over

All of you will know.

We all clapped, though I was sure the sorting hat was losing its touch. After a thousand years of writing songs, I think it was starting to run out of ideas. We tucked into our meal of roast beef and Yorkshire puddings, and Cathy and I sat in silence, while the every one else around us chatted relentlessly. I saw Blaire smiling at me from the other side of the room. He winked at me, and I inwardly cringed, but half-heartedly waved in his direction.

"Was it my imagination?" grinned Cathy, partway through our jam roly-poly. "Or did I hear you agree to meet Blaire by old Bobby the Bewildered tonight at eleven?"

"Yeh" I said, "I really don't get it. When did I actually agree to go out with him? Why didn't you warn me?"

"I don't know when you started going out actually. I just remember seeing you snogging a lot and just sort of figuring it out."

"That's all I remember as well. I think that's it, we just started snogging." I laughed, although slightly disappointed at my fickleness.

"He's quite fit really, if you're into to skinny jeans and hairspray," she said, giving me 'the look'.

I knew she definitely wasn't into skinny jeans and hairspray, because the thought of Danny in skinny jeans was too funny to even think about. Danny was a kind of rough and ready, devil may care kind of guy. He reminded me a little bit of Uncle Charlie, with his reckless attitude and clearly defined muscles.

I chuckled again, as my bowl disappeared, along with everything else in front of us, and Professor McGonagall stood up from the centre of the table, causing silence to spread through out the whole room.

"Welcome, and welcome back, to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. There are a few things I would like to inform you, before I progress to the most important part of my speech. First of all, I would like to remind everyone that the possession of 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' fireworks is banned. I am talking to you, Mr Finnegan. It seems that, like your father, things that are likely to explode, are generally attracted to your face."

Everyone laughed at this. Last year, during a particularly boring History of Magic class, Shawn had set of a crate full of WWW fireworks, to the amusement of the rest of class. Professor Bins however, carried on as if nothing was happening. He continued to drone about House-elf rights, until McGonagall heard the explosions, and came to investigate the source of the noise.

"Also, as Professor Slughorn has left Hogwarts to enjoy his well-deserved retirement, we have a new Potions Master joining us." Professor McGonagall pointed to a man in his late twenties. He was gorgeous, any one could see. With a strong jaw line, dark hair, and eyes like a melt-in-the-middle chocolate cake.

"This is Professor Grey, he's recently travelled the world, studying alchemy and advanced potions. He has been taught by some of the most respected potioneer's in the world, so I'm sure you will find his modern views on Potions insightful and interesting."

"I don't care about his views on Potions," whispered Cathy in my ear, "He is yummy!"

I nodded in agreement. From simply scanning the room, I could tell that all the female students in the room were staring at him, transfixed. All the male students in the room were glowering at him and looking disgusted. Well, if the boys got Professor Lunaey, the mysterious and beautiful Astronomy teacher, we deserved a hot teacher too.

Professor McGonagall coughed, bringing the girls in the hall out of their hormone fuelled trance.

"Now," said Professor McGonagall, "After a lot of deliberation, and a lot of effort from the ministry of magic, we have decided to participate in one of the most exciting and historical events in magical history: The Tri-Wizard Tournament"

There was silence for around five seconds, and then the whole hall exploded with whoops of joy. Everyone was yelling and jumping up and down with excitement.

"Calm yourselves!" ordered Professor McGonagall. "Many of you will not know a great deal about the Triwizard tournament, so allow me to explain. The Triwizard tournament was first held in 1294, as a competition that tests contestant's intelligence, magical ability and courage. A contestant from the three largest wizarding schools in Europe: the Durmstrang institute, Beauxbatons academy of magic, and our very own Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Many of you will know the story of the last Tri-wizard tournament. It ended in tragedy and despair. We are proving this year that the tournament can bring joy and happiness also. This year, I am taking sixteen students with me to the Durmstrang institute, to partake in a life-changing event."

Everyone began to cheer again, and in that second I saw myself standing in front of a crowd, all chanting my name. In that split second, I was Hogwarts champion.

"There will be, of course, several rules put in place to do as much in our power to keep you safe."

A sigh echoed around the room, as everyone stopped clapping.

"The first of which is, nobody under the age of seventeen may enter."

Everyone knew this was coming, but it didn't make the sighs in the room any less heartfelt.

"You must remember that the three tasks you will part-take in as a champion will still be extremely dangerous and I must warn you all that once your name has been entered, there is no turning back. Of course, there are many exciting and excellent things about the tournament: Glory, School unity, not to mention the 1000 galleon prize money you will receive."

Shawn Finnegan let out a slow, low-pitched whistle.

"Well, I will not bore you all with the details, but if anybody wishes to enter, please see your Head of House. Thank you very much for listening and I wish you all good night.

With that, she returned to her seat as all the prefects began to herd the first-years towards the common rooms.

I turned to Cathy. "So, you going to enter then?" she asked.

"I don't know" I pondered, "I don't want to mess up my N.E.W.T's…"

"You couldn't mess up your N.E.W.T's if you tried Rose." She smiled at me.

I smiled back, as we walked back to Ravenclaw tower and began chatting about what we would do if we had 1000 galleons.

I had almost forgotten I was due to meet with Blaire, until Cathy reminded me ten minutes before hand. The people who were still awake paid no attention to me as I walked out of the common room, and Rowena's knocker said "McGonagall's patrolling 2nd floor corridor and the heads are doing the astronomy tower. Don't get caught because I want to win the house cup this year."

"Thanks Rowena" I said, as I quickly and quietly slipped down three flights of stairs. Blaire was waiting at the bottom of the last staircase, in his Hufflepuff robes, by a huge tapestry of a bald man, who was looking confused, surrounded by hundreds of flamingos.

"Hi Blaire" I said awkwardly, looking at the floor, but before I could say anything else, he was kissing me again. Although Blaire kissed me far too often, I was always caught of guard. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, while his lips forced mine open. I knew that, after six weeks of snog withdrawal, he would take things further than I would have liked him to. I kissed him back though, and he pushed me through the tapestry and into the wall behind it, while I was trying to pull away from him.

"Sorry Weasly, Spencer, but we don't do foursomes" said a horribly familiar voice. We both turned our heads to see a small, make-up coated girl, entangled with none other than Scorpius Malfoy. The girl, who I thought might be named Eleanor, giggled and began kissing Malfoy's neck. He didn't seem to notice, he just sneered at us.

"Get lost, Malfoy" said Blaire, glaring in his direction.

"I believe," snarled Malfoy, "That we were here first."

Blaire ignored him, and began kissing me again.

"For Merlin's sake, Blaire!" I said, breaking free of his lips "Malfoy and his tart are standing in the same in the same room!"

"Just kiss me," he murmured against my neckline, "They'll go away eventually."

"I am not a tart," said the indignant tart, scowling.

"You're here behind a tapestry in the dead of night, making out with Scorpius Malfoy. How are you not a tart?"

"You're here behind a tapestry in the dead of night, making out with Blaire Spencer. Does that make you a tart?"

Damn. . .

"As much as I hate to say this, I don't think it was Weasly's fault," chuckled Malfoy. "She looked more like she was being attacked by Spencer, rather than kissing him."

"Shut your mouth" said Blaire angrily.

"I have told you once today," laughed Malfoy, "And I will say it again: Put your hand bag down, go cry to McGonagall like the little girl you are or run back to your dorm like a good little Hufflepuff. Oh and Weasly, there's a thing called dignity, you should see if you can find some."

I screwed up my eyes in anger. How dare he say I have no dignity? I wrenched free of Blaire, stormed through the tapestry, almost getting tangled in the moth-eaten cloth, but succeeding to push my way through. Blaire didn't try to follow me; he had learnt that I could outrun him easily.

"The more you have, the less you see. What am I?" said Rowena calmly.

"Darkness" I said angrily.

"No need to take that tone" she tutted as she swung open.

I barged through the doorway, and scanned the room, checking for unwanted ears, and finding Cathy smiling at me.

"You're back early," said Cathy. "Judging by Blaire's obvious, errrm, need, kindly demonstrated on the train, I wasn't expecting you back until later."

I dumped myself onto the comfy couch closest to the fire, and snarled "Malfoy."

Cathy took a seat next to me and asked, "What's the sly git done this time?"

"He told me to get some dignity!" I said.

She raised her eyebrows questioningly, waiting for me to continue.

"Well, Blaire was getting a bit carried away" I said. Cathy snorted as she began to dry her hair with her wand "And well, Blaire was doing what Blaire does, and I was doing what I do, and we sort of ran into Malfoy and that girl called Eleanor in a compromising position, and I may have referred to her as a slut, and well, it could've got bitchy, and Malfoy was like: Go get some dignity! How dare he? Who is he to talk to me about dignity? It's so sexist, he gets of with everyone and when I'm kissing Blaire he's suddenly Saint of the freaking world!"

"Well you did call Eleanor a slut," she reminded me.

"Eleanor is a slut, and anyway, that isn't the point" I huffed ;

"What exactly is the point?" she smiled.

"The point is, Malfoy is an arrogant, sly little hypocrite" I said.

"Uh huh" she nodded, tying her dark hair up into top not and standing up. "I'm off, I only stayed up to hear about your night with Blaire. I'm getting up early so I can owl Danny." She sighed and practically floated up the stairs to the Dorms.

I wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship were I was that happy. I liked Blaire, I guess. He also played the guitar and was in a band, which makes things slightly better.

A/N: I'm hoping to get my next chapter up soon. I just broke up for the Christmas holidays so I should hopefully get some writing done. Rose gets so angry over the silliest things, doesn't she? Never fear, next chapter will be very Rose/Scorp.

Thank you very much to Holly. My writing would be so rubbish without you adding in the epic amount of punctuation/words I always miss out.