We were walking on the trail not far from the Weasley's house. It was taking forever! We had to meet the Diggory's there, and then we were going to the portkey (whatever that was) that would take us to the World Cup! I had heard of Cedric Diggory, though I had never met him. The only things that I really knew about him were that he is that he's two years older than me, his house is Hufflepuff, and that he is really handsome.

I was breathing heavily, as was everyone except Mr. Weasley. He must have noticed though, because he suddenly said, "Not much farther kids, not much farther," he grinned like a child getting ready to go to the carnival. Sometimes I swear Mr. Weasley was more of a child than an adult. It made me happy.

After about ten more minutes of walking, we ended up meeting the elder Diggory, Amos. I believe he was Cedric's father. Mr. Weasley smiled, Mr. Diggory said, "We've been waiting for you for ages, Arthur!"

We walked closer and Mr. Weasley said, "Sorry Amos. Some of us had a sleepy start." He glanced at Ron and Harry as he said this, which made me smile.

Out of nowhere, a boy, who I guessed was Cedric, dropped down from a tree right in front of my face. I screamed and jumped back, making everyone laugh at me. Even Fred smiled a bit. Cedric smiled at me. "Sorry," he said grinning and trying not to laugh; Wow! His teeth were really white!

I gave a small smile. "Oh i-it's okay," I replied, kind of laughing as well. We stared at each other for about three seconds, when Mr. Weasley spoke up.

"Okay kids, we need to go or we'll miss our portkey." He said this in an awkward way, I looked up and noticed that everyone was looking at Cedric and I. Fred didn't look as mad as he did when I hugged Harry, but he didn't look happy…

Ginny, who was by my side, and Hermione, who was on my other side, each took one of my arms in theirs and we followed everyone else. Ginny and Hermione looked a little stunned. It's probably because he talked to me… ME! I thought. I smiled a little at their envy, but then felt enormously guilty, because I loved Fred. Well, it won't happen again. I told myself.

We soon came upon a nasty looking boot that looked as if it were at least forty years old.

"What's with the manky old boot?" Harry asked, taking the words right out of my mouth.

"That's not just any manky old boot, mate-"George said.

"That there is a portkey," Fred finished.

I zoned out for a moment, I wish I wouldn't have.

"Vi! Grab on!" Hermione, shouted at me.

I looked to where everyone was. I noticed that everyone had a finger on the boot. I ran in between Hermione and Fred, and put a finger on the boot. The thing looked like it smelled horrible! Of course I couldn't really tell. With Fred next to me, all I could smell was him; the smell of the air after a storm mixed with the scent of burnt marshmallows. My absolute favorite smell in the-

I lost my train of thought as I was pulled into what felt like a tornado. It was the most sickening thing that I have ever been involved in. It was even worse than the time that I helped Fred and George prank Snape with a bucket full of slug dung that we took from his storage closet.

Before I had the chance to make the blow to my landing a little more bearable, I fell to the ground. I third a loud thud, but much louder than that was the sickening crack that I heard coming from my ankle.

"Ow!" I yelled. Everyone (including Fred!) ran over to me in a second.

"Vi, what's wrong?" Harry asked, just as Mr. Weasley asked what happened. He, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were just landing on the ground when they too, came running over to me.

"I must have landed wrong, I think I broke my ankle," I said wincing as Mr. Weasley came up and examined it. Even the slight pressure hurt like nothing I had ever felt before.

"It's broken," He confirmed, a slight grimace on his face. "We won't find any potions here that can cure it either. Does anyone know of a binding spell to mend a broken ankle?" Mr. Weasley asked the group. No one nodded, not even Hermione. I sighed while Mr. Weasley contemplated what we should do. He was the next to sigh. "Molly is going to kill me if I don't take you back to the house…" He looked a little worried, and my mouth fell open.

"No! Please, please, please let me stay Mr. Weasley. I'll come up with a story, so she won't know. I'm really good at making up stories; ask Fred and George, they can back me up." At this, everyone (including Fred!) laughed.

Mr. Weasley still looked a little worried; I put on my puppy dog face… "Fine, Vi! But it has to be something believable!" I smiled the biggest smile I could conjure considering I had just broken my ankle. The puppy dog face works every time!

"Thank you so, so, so much, Mr. Weasley!" I gave him an air hug since I couldn't get up, he returned it and laughed.

Hermione and Ginny helped me up, each taking an arm, (I love my friends!) and we walked toward a huge field. I gasped in wonder.

There must have been a couple thousand tents, and this field must be at least six square miles! All you could see were the colors red, black, green, and white until the ground hit the horizon. It was amazing; that's all there was to it. It suddenly didn't even matter that I was limping. I could already tell that this was going to be one of the greatest days of my life.

I just wish that I could share it with Fred…

Fred's POV

I walked in silence toward the tents staring at Vi. She had broken her ankle, so she was limping, but she wasn't wincing or complaining at all. She was staring at the amazing sights in front of her in wonder. I smiled. That's Vi. She has never let pain get in the way of having a good time.

Why did I have to ruin this?

I frowned a little as we walked into a tent. Even though it was the most amazing tent I had ever seen (even nicer than the Burrow!) I couldn't help but continue to frown. This was going to be the worst day I'd had in a long time.

All I wanted to do was share it with Vi…

We were getting ready to go up and watch the Quidditch game. I couldn't help but be a little exited; I had been waiting to see this game for ages… I looked over at Vi. She was in front of me talking to Ginny and Hermione. I was walking beside George (obviously) while Harry was on my other side. I decided that it was completely stupid to be mad at him… All of a sudden, Vi looked back at me. She blushed for being caught trying to stare at me, and I did the same. We grinned at each other, and looked away.

"Dad, how far up are we?," Ron whined, huffing out a large breath. Before Dad could answer, a cold and malicious voice came from behind us

"Well, let me put it this way: If it rains, you'll be the first to know," Lucius Malfoy answered, holding in a laugh.

"We're in the minister's box. We were invited by the minister himself, " Draco said looking Vi up and down. "Vi, you are welcome to join us if you'd-"

"NO! That little blood traitor is not welcome in our box!" At this, I lost it. I lunged at Lucius Malfoy, but George held me back. Things may not be completely right between us, but I will protect Vi until the day I die. I realized that I was making a scene (people began staring), and knew that I was probably making a mistake, so I gave up.

"You aren't worth it," I whispered through my teeth. At this, Lucius laughed.

"Why on earth would I let that nasty little girl sit with us? She will never be one of us until she learns what is right." He just stared at me as if he couldn't fathom how anyone could believe anything other than what he believed. I was about to make a smart remark when Vi, saving my life and saving me from killing this man, began to speak.

"Who says I want to sit will you?" She asked grabbing my arm, I tried not to blush, but it just came out.

Lucius just looked at us and grabbing Draco's arm, stalked off. Draco's father hit him hard on the back of the head, and told him not to boast. Even though I hated the little git more than anyone at Hogwarts (even Snape), I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. Anyone with a father like his deserves to be a little angry. Not as angry as Malfoy is, but still.

"Come on kids, let's go," Dad said, looking pretty peeved at the Malfoy's. I know that Dad hated seeing anyone picked on by Draco, because he had been pushed around by Lucius most of his life.

We entered our box and, surprisingly, had a pretty good view of the game. George and I were betting that the Bulgarians would find the snitch, but that the Irish would win the game. I was hoping this outcome was good… Just as I was thinking this, I saw someone sit next to me out of the corner of my eye.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" Vi asked, staring at me intently. Her eyes were so beautiful!

"Of course," I said grinning at her. I fought the urge to be sarcastic; I didn't want her to dislike me any more than she did at the moment. So, I stared at her instead. What I really wanted to do was apologize… Well, here goes nothing…

To my surprise, we both said "I'm sorry" at the same time. We both stared at each other for about a second, and then cracked up laughing. After laughing so hard that I felt my side would burst, I grabbed her and pulled her into a bear hug.

"I'm so sorry Vi. You have no idea…" I said, letting go, and staring into her eyes.

She sighed. I know that she wanted to apologize even though it wasn't her fault. She is very good at blaming herself for things. "Let's just enjoy being here and watching the game, okay?" She asked, knowing very well that I wasn't about to let her blame herself for any of this.

I nodded just as the game was getting ready to start. When the Irish came in, I got up and cheered. I then looked back down at Vi's seat and remembered that she had broken her ankle, so she couldn't stand. I leaned down toward her.

"Do you want me to hold you?" She looked slightly alarmed. "S-so you can see the game, I mean."

"Oh," She said, smiling her beautiful smile. "Sure." She held her arms out to me and I picked her up in one sweeping motion. She was so light!

"Are you made of air?" I asked. She gave me a questioning look. "You weigh nothing! The way you eat, you should be heavy!" She smacked me, hard in the chest, making my heart race. "Ow!" I said, rubbing my chest and giving her a fake glare.

"Get him, Vi!" George said grinning at us. I glared at him, while Vi gave him a grin.

I heard her mumble "Yeah, maybe someday…" and grinned. Maybe this wouldn't be so awkward after all.

The Irish had won, of course (I was now a rich man!) Practically everyone in our group thought they would. The only one who was truly disappointed was Ron.

"He's like a bird the way he rides the wind." We were back at the tent now, and Ron was trying to defend his love for another man, while the rest of us just grinned at him, amused. Ginny was the only one to make a comment to this.

"You're in love Ron!" She said, going up to him and patting his back.

This didn't seem to faze him at all. "He's not just an athlete; he's an artist!" I looked out in space, trying to picture Krum. I grinned, nodded at George, and we broke into song.

"Viktor, I love you-"

"Viktor, I do!"

At this point we heard a scream; Dad went out of the tent to check on it. We didn't care. Vi and Harry joined in, while Ginny and Hermione started cracking up, laughing.

"WHEN WE'RE APART MY HEART BEATS ONLY FOR YOU!" We sang, and began laughing again. Ron looked offended. I looked over at Vi, and she grinned back. I couldn't be happier; things between Vi and I were starting to become normal again. Maybe better than normal.

Suddenly, Dad came back into the tent, looking alarmed. I tried my best to lighten the mood, but I sensed that something was wrong.

"Looks like the Irish have got their pride on!" I shouted over all the screaming going on outside.

"It's not the Irish," He shouted to the lot of us, looking even more alarmed than before. "We have to leave; now!" he said. We all stood up.

A/N: Currently working on the next chapter:D