It seemed a party was in full swing, there was a huge Gryffindor red and gold lion banner draped across the fire place, streamers and balloons were everywhere along with a table of all sorts of magical and muggle food and drink – butter beer, fanta, pumpkin juice, the odd glass of fire whisky, bertie botts beans, pumpkin pies, chocolate and cookies. People were gathered around the room in small groups, some dancing to the music coming from the wizarding wireless, some were just talking and laughing.
"Wow," said Hermione. "What's the occasion?"
Everyone turned round, noticing her.
"Surprise!" said Fred, somewhat half-heartedly.
"The occasion is that you're the champion!" said Harry with a laugh. "We're having a part for you to celebrate, it was supposed to be a surprise."
"Don't worry," said Hermione, smiling. "I was still surprised. I don't see what's good about being the champion though, I've been entered into a tournament where I could possibly die!"
"Well, you shouldn't have put your name in then, should you?" said Ron in a rather malicious tone.
Hermione gasped in spite of herself, she really should have expected this. Ron seemed to have a jealousy problem half of the time. "Ron, I an assure you that I didn't enter my name for that tournament, and I don't know how you can believe that!"
"Ron, I thought Hermione was one of your best friends. I think you should trust her," said Ginny, Ron's sister with a look of concern.
Ron gave no reply but to storm away up the stairs to the boys dormitory.
Fred shrugged. "Now we can really get the part started," he said with a grin, cranking the volume up on the wireless. "Hermione, you better make Gryffindor proud!"
