Hello people of America...and anyone else that is reading this in another location...I so forgot to mention that this was basically co-written by my friend Kiska King (Jessi) We were sitting, waiting for Pirates 3 to start, and I started telling her my idea for this. We began to brain storm a hole bunch of stuff, and I so wanted to write some of it down...the only thing we had was a empty packet of gum and a pen...I think I still have it somewhere...hehe. So a lot of props go out to her, she provided the skeleton, as did I, and she betas this. (I've told her she as permission to change any sentences are something if she wants, as well.)

I was really happy that all of you liked Sarah so much! -love- Thank you!

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The weeks passed by quickly at Hogwarts and before many of the students knew it, they had been there for almost two months. This was also the same for the trio, or now the quad. Despite Snape's many attempts, Sarah was still friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione. In fact, they had become closer and closer as the weeks passed by.

The fact still remained though; Sarah was still crushing hard on one certain Harry Potter. If she were to say these words in front of her father, Severus Snape, he would pass out from the shock. But another fact remained, Sarah didn't care.

It was time to finally tell Harry how she felt, though she hoped it didn't change their friendship if he didn't feel the same way. This was why we find Sarah passing Harry a note in History of Magic as most of the class, excluding Hermione, slept on.

Harry smiled when the note landed in front of him and looked over to Sarah, who was smiling back, somewhat nervously. He opened the note, fist checking if Professor Binns was watching. (But then again, had he ever looked up during a lesson?)

Harry, come with me to the statue of Boris the Beautiful after class. Alone, of course. I have something I need to talk to you about.

Sarah, your very best friend. (Nod or die.)

Harry snickered at the last line. In the last two months he had gotten used to Sarah's sarcastic personality, though it had taken some time. Then he looked back at the message; what was it that Sarah had to talk to him about. And why the secrecy? Shrugging, he wrote back.

Nod.

Okay, I'll meet you there. I really want to know what this is all about. Sounds very... secret agent to me. (Is the note going to self-destruct?)

Harry. (Boom!)

After class most everyone jumped from the bell, then quickly ran out the door. The newly declared quad took their time packing up, then walked out of the classroom. Sarah looked over to Harry, who nodded, then back to Hermione and Ron.

"Guys, I think I forgot something in the common room," announced Sarah. "You all go to lunch, I'll meet you there."

"I'll come with you," said Harry, catching on.

Hermione and Ron just nodded and continued to walk to the Great Hall. When they disappeared around the corner Sarah and Harry walked the opposite way to the statue of Boris the Beautiful, which was located at the dead end of the rarely used hallway by the History of Magic classroom. (No one wanted to chance running into Binns.)

When they arrived at the statue Sarah sat on the base of it and Harry did the same. "So what's this all about?" asked Harry.

Sarah shrugged, her stomach doing back flips. "Well," she started. "I wanted to tell you something..." Harry gave her a look that said, 'Go on.' and Sarah took a deep breath. She tried to remember what she was going to say, but nothing came to her. Then something very rash came to her mind. 'It's worth a shot . . .'

Without a second thought she leaned in and pressed her lips to Harry's. After a moment she pulled back and stared at him. He stared back, blushing. "Um . . ." he stammered out.

"Yeah," agreed Sarah, realizing she was blushing, too. "I sort of wanted to do that since I first met you on the Hogwarts Express."

"Really?" asked Harry and Sarah nodded. "I, well, I liked it."

"Really?" asked Sarah, echoing Harry and Harry nodded. Then he paused and slowly leaned in to kiss her. Their lips touched longer this time and when they pulled away they were blushing as much as the first time.

Harry cleared his throat. "You do realize," he began, "that Snape would kill me if he found out about us."

Sarah nodded, smirking. "Who said he had to know?"

Harry laughed. "I love your train of thought."

"I know," said Sarah smugly, then they leaned in for the third time.

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The two other schools arrived that night and Dumbledore revealed the Goblet of Fire. The next day was filled with people from all three schools putting their name into the Goblet. Even the Weasley Twins tried to get past the age barrier. (And sported beards for the rest of the day.)

That night everyone gathered in the Great Hall and the air was full of anticipation. One by one the champions were announced: Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory. Dumbledore was just in the middle of a speech when a fourth paper flew out of the Goblet.

Dumbledore caught it and read out the name. "Harry Potter."

The Hall was completely silent as he walked to the back of the room. Some were giving him strange looks while others were glaring at him, Ron being the former.

When most of the professors came in the back with the champions and said that there was no way to pull Harry out of the tournament - or add more from the other two schools. There were now four champions.

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Harry walked into the Gryffindor Common room, feeling very tired. He jumped when the portrait opened to reveal the entire house waiting. They began to clap when he entered and the Weasley twins dragged him in and started asking him how he got his name in the Goblet. He didn't even try explaining that he didn't, he was too tired.

Finally he made his way through the crowd and into his dormitory. He found Ron on his bed staring at the ceiling. Ron looked up when he entered, then glared at him. "Oh, it's you."

"What?" asked Harry, freezing. Ron's tone sounded so hateful.

"I'm sorry," he said. "But I thought you would let your best friend in on your secret."

"Ron, I didn't enter -" began Harry, but Ron cut him off.

"I guess you wanted the glory to yourself? Thought being the bloody Boy-Who-Lived wasn't good enough?" demanded Ron. "Whatever, I'm gone." Then he stalked off to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Harry resisted the urge to rip out his hair and scream as he stared at the door. As he got dressed for bed he hoped that Hermione and Sarah would be more understanding than Ron was.

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"Harry," said a voice over him. "Harry, wake up." The bed on the right side of him lowered and creaked a little as someone sat on it, then his left side did the same.

Harry slowly opened his eyes to see two blurry figures at his sides. One of the figures slipped his glasses on his face and he saw that it was Sarah; Hermione was on his other side. Slowly, Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes, knocking his glasses askew.

Harry took a deep breath and smiled sadly at his friend and his girlfriend. "How are you?"

"How are we?" repeated Sarah, then she rolled his eyes. "We were worried about you. What happened last night?" Suddenly Sarah had turned serious.

Harry sighed again. "Someone put my name in the Goblet," explained Harry. "I'm not sure how - I'm not even sure if it was just a joke or... or if someone wants to see me die in this tournament."

Sarah gasped and held her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide. "Why...?"

"Why do you think?" asked Harry. "I'm, in Ron's words, 'The bloody Boy-Who-Lived,'" said Harry bitterly.

"Ron?" asked Hermione. "You've talked to Ron?"

"Yeah, and let me tell you, it wasn't all rainbows and hearts," stated Harry.

"I'm not too happy with Ron either," said Sarah. "We were waiting in the Great Hall as everyone began to leave and we were talking about how you got into the tournament. Ron said that you just wanted more attention and fame - I basically snapped at him and said that you didn't want that at all. I even told him about what you said to me at the beginning of the year, you know, about finally having a quiet year? Then he..." Sarah hesitated and looked a Hermione.

"He said that she didn't know anything," continued Hermione. "He said that Sarah was having a... bad influence on you, or that she was spying on us. He said that it was because she was a Snape and that she was... " Hermione looked over at Sarah questioningly.

"He said I was as greasy as my father," snapped Sarah. She was clutching at Harry's bedding and not looking Harry in the eye. "I know he's our friend but... if he says those things now, that means he's always been thinking them."

"That git!" exclaimed Harry. "He, I can't believe he said that to you!" Harry took a calming breath. "He's not my friend at the moment, not after he said those things." He looked Sarah in the eyes. "Sarah, you know that's not true - none of it. You're our best friend," he said pointing to Hermione. "And your my girlfriend - I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt us."

Sarah smiled at him. "Thanks," she whispered softly.

The room was silent for a moment until Hermione gasped. "Wait a moment," she said as they turned to her. "You two are... boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Sarah and Harry blushed. "Oops," said Sarah. "We were going to tell you, but it just happened the other day."

Hermione nodded and looked down at their hands which were joined. "It's really cute," she said.

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Hehe. Sarah and Harry! I'm sure you can imagine what Daddy Dearest is gonna say! And Sirius...well, that's going to be great. And the way they find out will be the best ever!

Ok. I have a vote. Either you can have Ron make up with the trio, or he can not and not be their friend any longer. I honestly think it could go either way, and either way I wouldn't complain. After the things he said to Sarah, Harry isn't that up to making up, so I can see why they wouldn't, but they have been friends a while. But go a head and tell me what you think!

P.S. I have a message for anonymous reviewer. YOU ARE THE BEST! Let's just say, that A LOT of what you said does happen, maybe in a few different ways of course, but it does happen. I did have to chuckle when you said "I'm assuming" 'cause the first think I thought of was ass out of you and me, but you so didn't. You disproved the theory! ha-ha. I especially loved the last sentence. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING MY REVIEW WHEN YOU COULD BE WRITING MORE
OF THIS STORY?" Hilarious.