I know I haven't updated in forever, but I've been kind of distracted. I hope this chapter is something good, the next one should be out sooner than this one. I'm going to start plot development (I hope) in the next chapter, so hang on for the ride.

(I own Bromely, Karlee, Sam, Maggie, and Ariel. That's it, unfortunately. Everything else belongs to JK.)

Bromley's Point of View:

Time had passed since Arthur Weasley had Apparated me home that night. It was now time to get on the train for Hogwarts. Maggie, Sam, Karlee, and I were all hugging Karlee's parents and telling them goodbye.

"Thank you for housing our butts this summer and taking us to the Cup. It's really appreciated," I said to Kathy as I hugged her.

"You know it's really not a problem, you're all like my daughters," she said, kissing the side of my head. "I feel like I should apologize so much more for leaving you alone at the games."

"It's really not that big of a deal, Kathy. The Weasleys were lovely and took really good care of me," I said, kissing her cheek before she disapparated out with her husband.

"Are you guys ready for the best year ever?" Maggie asked, taking mine and Sam's arms with Karlee on my other side.

"What makes this year any different than any of the others, Mags?" Sam asked, grinning over at the darker girl. "It's just another spectacular year at Hogwarts."

"Because Bromley's got a fancy Quidditch playing boyfriend, of course," Maggie said, wiggling her eyebrows at me. "Isn't that right, B?"

I felt my cheeks turning pink as I looked down at my toes. "Troy isn't my boyfriend; he blew off our lunch date and everything. Besides, why would he want to be with me instead of the gorgeous girls he sees all over the world? I'm hardly a looker compared to Italian or Spanish girls."

"Oh my god, Bromley, you're a total loon! You're one of the hottest girls at Hogwarts, you could ask any guy and he'll agree. Stop being so down on yourself," Karlee said, bumping my hip with hers.

"Of course we could always ask George what he thinks," Sam said, eyeing the twin redheads just behind us. "What do you think, Maggie?"

"Oh yes, Sammie, let's go ask Mr. Weasley what he thinks," Maggie said, letting go of me and running over to the twins and Ariel.

They were out of reach before I could stop them, leaving me alone to hide against Karlee's shoulder. "I can't believe that they're actually asking him that. I don't understand why I'm friends with them!"

"Because we're all Ravenclaws and we share a dorm room. It's impossible for us all to not be friends after all of these years," she answered, rubbing my shoulder. "It's okay, they can't be doing anything too bad because George isn't turning re- oh wait, it seems I've spoken too soon."

I groaned and turned around in time to see Maggie and Sam running away from a pink cheeked George. He looked over at me and our eyes locked for a second before we looked away from each other awkwardly. I knew I was blushing too when Maggie grabbed my wrist and drug me onto the train behind her and Sam.

When we were in our own car with the door safely shut, Sam started talking. "George is mad about you, B! I swear he is you should've seen the look on his face when we asked him if he thought you were fit."

"Yeah, then he started stuttering and acting like a total loon," Maggie giggled, bumping my knee with her foot.

"I can't believe you two actually asked him that! How am I supposed to look at him again?" I shrieked, covering my face with my hands. "He probably thinks I'm some lovesick stalker or something."

"He doesn't think you made us ask him or anything. We just said that you were convinced that you weren't attractive and we were trying to prove you wrong," Sam said when she saw how embarrassed I still was.

"I don't even know how I feel about him, but now you've gone and ruined that. What if I decide later on that I don't have feelings for him?" I asked, staring at them pointedly. "I'll look like a right bitch, then, won't I?"

"I seriously think you're thinking too much into this, Bromley. It was just a silly little question, I highly doubt he's even still thinking about it," Karlee said, rubbing my shoulder from her spot beside me.

"Besides that, did you just admit that you're crushing on him?" Maggie asked, waggling her eyebrows.

"I never said that! I said that I wasn't sure how I felt," I clarified, picking at the cuff of my shorts. "I hate it when you lot put words in my mouth."

"How else would we ever get you to tell us things? You're more locked up than Gringotts most of the time," Sam cried out in exasperation. "We're your best friends, we're not going to judge you too harshly about it. "

"She's right, especially when it comes to fancying George Weasley. He's gorgeous and brilliant when it comes to those pranks he and his brother pull," Karlee said.

"He is quite gorgeous, isn't he?" I asked, my voice carrying a slightly dreamy quality.

The car erupted in squeals and laughter at my admittance. So what? I thought George Weasley was gorgeous. Was that really so bad?

George's Point of View:

I couldn't get their question out of my head the entire train ride. How did they know that I thought Bromley was perfect? I never talked about her to anyone other than the Quidditch team and Lee, and I knew they didn't say anything.

"Hey George, can we ask you something?" Maggie asked her and Sam giggling to each other as they stood in front of me.

"Uhm, I guess so…" I trailed off slowly as I waited for their question.

"Do you think Bromley's attractive? She has it set in her mind that she's not gorgeous," Sam asked, looking at me pointedly. "You're a boy, I feel like you could give us a bit of insight."

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but I ended up closing it back. I'm sure I greatly resembled a fish gulping for water. I couldn't seem to find the words to answer their question because I was taken so off guard.

"Your lack of words is answer enough. Thank you," Maggie said before running back over to Karlee and Bromley.

Bromley looked up at me and our gazes locked for a moment, making my cheeks flame even brighter. The only reassuring thing about it was that her cheeks were almost as brilliantly colored as mine. She looked much more beautiful than I did though…

I was sitting at dinner a few days later when I felt eyes on me. I looked up and caught a familiar set of blue ones; Bromley was staring at me from across the room. When our eyes met, I expected her to look away immediately but she didn't. We stared at each other for a while until Dumbledore called all of our attention back to the front of the Great Hall.

"As I said the first day back, Hogwarts has been chosen to host the Triwizard Tournament. Two other schools will be coming tomorrow to compete along with us and I expect you to welcome them with open arms," he said, commanding everyone's attention. "All the rules and requirements will be discussed after everyone is inside and seat tomorrow at dinner. So tonight, eat yourselves full and go to bed because tomorrow's going to be a long day."

Everyone started talking animatedly about the cup, excitement bubbling up at the thought of Beaux Baton girls coming here. I was happy for that too, but my focus kept drifting over to a certain blonde across the room.

I was in fucking deep, I couldn't even think about Veela when it came to her. I was already whipped and we weren't even together.

Like I said, the next chapter should be out sooner and be better.