The rest of the summer went by fairly quickly. Callista passed the time by playing Quidditch with the others and taking long walks with Fred. Their relationship blossomed, growing stronger by the day. By September 1st, they had become inseparable.
"Well, this is a relief," Lee said as he sat with Callista, Fred and George on the Hogwarts Express. Callista was sitting with her legs in Fred's lap and he was stroking her thigh.
"What's a relief?" she asked.
"You two have been acting weird around each other for ages," Lee said, "It made things really awkward for George and I."
"Well, I'm genuinely sorry," Callista said with a smile.
"You're lying through your teeth, Pix," Lee said with a chuckle.
"Lee," Fred mumbled, "Why don't you just call her by her name?"
Lee laughed again. "Because we never do."
"Maybe you should start," Fred said quietly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lee asked hotly. "Pix, what do you want to be called?"
"Callie," she whispered.
"Fine," Lee said as he stood up, "From\now on, Callie it is. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."
He walked out and slammed the door when he left. George stood up awkwardly and said, "I think I'll go with him."
When George left, Callista turned to Fred and asked, "What the hell was that about?"
"What?" Fred said. "He should call you by your name."
"Well, you didn't have to be so mean."
"I was just looking out for you."
Callista sighed. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care on myself."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"Don't tell me. Tell Lee."
Fred rolled his eyes as he tried to stand up, but Callista stopped him. "I didn't mean right now," she said.
"Good," Fred hissed into her ear, "Now, how should we spend our alone time?"
Callista shrugged as a wide smile stretched across her face. Fred leaned toward her and kissed her fiercely. He pulled back and moved down, leaving a trail of hot kisses from her neck to the edge of her shirt. Callista giggled as she tugged at his hair. Fred pushed her back until she hit her head on the window.
"Ouch," Callista said, wincing, "You don't have to be so rough, Fred."
"I'll be gentler. I promise," he said as he stroked her hand.
Callista stood up and reached for her uniform. "I should go and change," she said.
"Don't get lost," Fred said, trying not to laugh.
"That was one time!" Callista cried as she stepped into the hallway. A group of fifth-year Hufflepuff girls were pointing at her and giggling.
"Hey, are you going out with Fred Weasley?" one girl asked.
"Yeah," Callista said as she flashed a wide smile.
"You're so lucky," another girl whined.
Callista shrugged and continued down the hallway. Girls stared at her the entire was, but she kept walking, smiling to herself.
"Don't fall asleep on me, love," Fred said to Callista as they sat in the Great Hall.
Callista was sitting with her arm on the table, nodding off into her hand. She always hated the Sorting, mainly because it was boring. She hadn't seen anything exciting happen at a Sorting Ceremony since Harry was sorted. Now, the process just seemed like a waste of time.
"What letter are they on?" Callista asked.
"They're on Y, Cal," George replied from across the table.
Callista groaned. "Why can't first years be sorted before they get here?"
"Because," Lee said, "This is punishment for all the trouble we caused last year."
"Then, stop causing trouble," Callista said, banging her head on the table.
Lee scoffed at her. "I cause trouble? Who made Snape's hair pink?"
"Me," Fred said with a smile. He had already apologized to Lee and their friendship was back to normal.
"Ha!" Callista said quietly.
"Yeah, yeah," Lee growled, "Look, Dumbledore's standing."
The headmaster stood up, cleared his throat and said, "Tuck in."
The tables filled with food and conversation erupted throughout the hall. Callista looked across the table at George, who was sitting with his next to Angelina Johnson. He was whispering in her ear, and she was laughing at him.
"So, Angelina," Callista said loudly, "How was your summer?"
"Fine," the older girl said with a smile, "Not as eventful as yours, though."
"Har, har," Callista said mockingly.
"How exactly did you two get together?" Angelina asked, leaning forward.
"Well...," Callista started. Her mind flashed back to that day. She looked over at Fred, who winked at her. "There's not much to say. We just admitted that we had feelings for each other."
Angelina shrugged and turned back to George. Callista looked at Fred and whispered, "You wouldn't tell anyone what I did, would you?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said.
Callie smiled and continued eating. The Great Hall buzzed with excitement until Dumbledore rose from his chair. Conversations turned to murmurs, then silence.
"Good evening," he said, his voice looming, " I welcome all of you to another year at Hogwarts. The rules are the same with one exception. Quidditch will be canceled because of what is happening this year.
"You see, Hogwarts will be hosting an important event this year: the Triwizard Tournament."
"You're joking!" Fred screamed, causing most of the Gryffindor table to look at him.
Dumbledore laughed. "I am not, Mr. Weasley. I did hear a rather good joke, but for a different time. Back to the Tournament. It was banned after the death toll became increasingly high."
"Death toll?" Hermione whispered.
"But," Dumbledore continued, "after several failed attempts, the Ministry decided to re-instate it. Extra safety precautions are being take to ensure that nothing happens to the champions. However, those under seventeen need not enter.
"Representatives from the other wizarding schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, will arrive on the thirtieth of October. Then, contestants may enter and champions will be chosen on Halloween Night. Now, off to bed. Chop, chop."
"I'm entering," Fred said as they walked to the Gryffindor Tower.
"But you're not seventeen yet," Callista told him as she squeezed his hand.
"Aging Potion should work," George explained.
Callista laughed. "I doubt that an Aging Potion will fool Dumbledore."
"Don't doubt the powers of an Aging Potion," Fred whispered.
"Yeah, yeah," Callista said, rolling her eyes. She slipped through the Portrait hole and into the Common Room with the other Gryffindors. With Fred still by her side, she walked to the stairs of the girls' dormitory.
"Well, goodnight," Callista said, stepping closer to him. Fred bend over and kissed her. She barely parted her lips before his tongue slipped into her mouth. Fred moved one hand to her neck and the other to her back.
"Yeah, Fred!" Lee shouted from across the Common Room.
"Shut it, Lee!" Fred shouted back before running after him.
Callista laughed as she made her way up the stairs. She walked to the dormitory to find Hermione already in bed.
"So," Hermione said, "are you ready for another year at Hogwarts?"
"Hermione ," Callie said as she walked into the bathroom, "I'm always ready."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Absolutely sure."
"If you insist. So, how are you and Fred?"
"Perfectly perfect."
"How are you going to keep the girls off of him?"
Callista emerged from the bathroom in her pajamas. "What are you talking about?"
"Fred and George are some of the best-looking guys in the school. Second only to Cedric Diggory. Speaking of which, does Fred still hate Cedric?"
"Pretty much."
"Why?"
"I dunno. I guess he's just weird like that."
"Whatever you say. Goodnight, Cal," Hermione said, pulling the curtain around her bed.
"Sleep tight," Callista said as she put her head to the pillow. She exhaled slowly before drifting to sleep.
