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So this is how it goes
Well I, I would have never known
And if it ends today
I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone
Now I think we're taking this too far
Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well it's not this hard
But if you take what's your's and I take mine
Must we go there?
Please not this time. No, not this time.
Well this is not your fault
But if I'm without you
Then I will feel so small
And if you have to go
Always know that you shine brighter than anyone does.
Now I think we're taking this too far
Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well it's not this hard
But if you take what's your's and I take mine
Must we go there?
Please not this time. No, not this time.
If you run away now,
Will you come back around?
And if you ran away,
I'd still wave goodbye
Watching you shine bright.
Now I think we're taking this too far
Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well it's not this hard
But if you take what's your's and I take mine
Must we go there?
Please not this time. No, not this time.
"Brighter" – Paramore
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*Tori's POV*
After the first task was over, and everybody's nerves had calmed down a bit, a huge party began in the common room. I'd written to Uncle Remus, telling him about the first task, and the results. I changed out of my clothes that I'd worn to the event, and into my pajamas, and went down to the common room where I found Harry, hoisted up on the twins' shoulders, and everyone was cheering for him. I smiled when our eyes locked, and he smiled back.
"We knew you wouldn't die Harry!" George shouted, and I rolled my eyes, but smiled more.
"Lose a leg," Fred said.
"Or an arm," George added.
"Pack it in all together," Fred said.
"Never!" they shouted together. I couldn't help but laugh. I felt someone throw their arm around my shoulders. I looked up and saw the smiling face of my twin brother. I threw my arms around his waist, hugging him.
"Where were you at the task?" I asked and he shrugged. I raised my eyebrow. "Where?"
"I was sitting with my friends," he said.
"And?" I asked. By the look on his face I could tell that there was more to this story. I would know. I get that look too.
"Ginny alright?" he exclaimed, and I beamed.
"Oh, Ginny huh?"
"Don't get any ideas. We're only friends," he said quickly.
"For now," I said quietly.
"Go on Harry! What's the clue?" Seamus asked, handing Harry the egg.
"Who wants me to open it?" Harry asked, and everybody cheered. "You want me to open it?" he asked, and everybody cheered again.
"Just open the damn thing!" I shouted, and everyone laughed. Harry laughed as well, and opened the egg, which produced the most horrific screeching noise I've ever heard. Worse than the Fat Lady's singing voice. I immediately covered my ears quickly, and Harry scrambled to close the egg. When it was finally quiet, everyone uncovered their ears.
"What the bloody hell was that?" I heard from the other side of the common room. It was Ron. Oh boy.
"Alright everyone go back to your knitting. This is going to be uncomfortable enough without all you nosy sods listening in," Fred said, and Gabe leaned down and kissed my cheek.
"I have to go," he said, walking off. I watched with a huge smile as he went to Ginny, and told her something. Probably that he was leaving, and they hugged. Gabe glanced at me and rolled his eyes when he saw that I was watching. Ginny looked at me as well when Gabe left the common room, and she blushed, looking away. I laughed a bit and sat on the couch by Hermione.
"Who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental," Harry said to Ron.
"Yeah it is isn't it? I suppose I was a bit distraught," Ron said.
"Boys," Hermione said.
"I suppose they made up?" I asked her.
"Yeah, finally," she said. I got up and walked over to the two boys and looped one of my arms through each of theirs.
"Yay! We're all friends again!" I shouted and they laughed.
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Hermione, Harry, Ron, and I were sitting at lunch the next day and Hermione and I were discussing Transfiguration homework. I glanced at Harry and saw that he was looking in the direction of the Ravenclaw table. I looked at their table as well and guessed that he was looking at Cho. Again. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Harry. He was looking at her with a goofy smile, and he opened his mouth a bit, and some pumpkin juice fell out of his mouth. I snorted and he snapped his head towards me, glaring.
"Smooth," I said, stifling a laugh.
"Shut up Tori," he muttered, facing us again.
"Relax Harry, seriously," I said, giving him a small smile. Suddenly, a young boy runs up behind Ron holding a box.
"Parcel for you Mr. Weasley," he said to Ron, handing him the package.
"Thank you Nigel," he says, taking the package from the young boy's small hands. I smiled at him, but he didn't leave. I raised an eyebrow, and Hermione cleared her throat, nodding to the boy who was still standing behind Ron. "Not now Nigel. Later. Go on," Ron said to him, and the boy huffed and ran off. Hermione and I both looked at Ron with raised eyebrows. "I told him I would get him Harry's autograph," he explained and I snorted while Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh look! Mum's sent me something," he said, opening the box. "Mum's sent me a dress," he said, looking horrified at the purple, antique, velvet robes that he pulled out of the box.
"Well it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?" Harry asked, looking through the box.
Ron stood up, picking up the box. "Ginny, these must be for you."
"I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly," she commented and I laughed. Hermione laughed as well.
"What are you on about?" he asked us.
"They aren't for Ginny, they're for you!" Hermione exclaimed, and the table burst into laughter. "Dress robes."
"Dress robes? For what?" Ron asked. Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and I all shrugged. We finished up our food when McGonagall stood up at the podium, calling for everyone's attention. She announced that the Gryffindor students, 4th year and up, were to meet her in the assembly room after lunch for an important announcement. The other houses had their assigned times as well but I didn't pay much attention to that. After we packed up our stuff, the four of us made our way to where we were supposed to go. McGonagall was already there, directing the girls to one side of the room, and the boys to the other. Hermione and I took a seat in the chairs that were provided. There was nothing in the center of the room besides McGonagall, Filch, and an old record player.
"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for well mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost… a dance," McGonagall said, and I raised an eyebrow.
A dance?
Are you kidding me?
The boys all began grumbling and complaining which was immediately silenced by McGonagall. "Silence. The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling, band of baboons," McGonagall said firmly, and I snorted, covering my mouth with my hand. I yelped quietly when Hermione elbowed me in the ribs. "Now, to dance is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forward and take flight."
I looked over at the boys at this point and saw Seamus, Harry, and Ron all laughing at something. I caught Harry's eye and raised an eyebrow. He nodded toward a girl that was standing behind me. I looked and saw her, standing uncomfortably, her face red. I looked back at him, smirking. 'Be nice,' I mouthed to him. He only shrugged, smirking at me.
"Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to pounce. Mr. Weasley, will you join me?" McGonagall asked. I smiled largely at Ron, who glared at me when he saw. He reluctantly got up and walked to McGonagall. "Now, place your right hand on my waist," she said.
"Where?" he asked in disbelief, and I snorted.
"My waist Mr. Weasley," she said, and he did as he was told. Fred and George made a few catcalls, and Ron dropped his hands, but McGonagall put them back where they were. "Bend your arm," she advised Ron. "Mr. Filch?"
On cue, the music started playing and Ron and Professor McGonagall began to dance. "One, two, three. One, two, three," she counted. "Everybody come together," she said and all of the girls, excluding myself, stood and walked to the center of the room. "Boys! On your feet!" McGonagall shouted. Hermione turned around from where she was standing, grabbed my hand and dragged me up, and to the center of the room. The boys reluctantly stood, and grabbed a girl. I smiled when Harry came up to me, extending his hand to me.
"May I have this dance?" he asked snobbishly.
"You may," I said, taking his hand. We watched McGonagall and Ron for a bit until we got into the rhythm and got the steps down. We helped each other through it and laughed at each others mistakes.
I wanted to slap myself for having a crush on him. For liking him more than a friend. But then there's times like these where I wouldn't have it any other way.
But yet, I always find myself wanting more.
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A/N: Well guys, here's the long awaited chapter seven. I'm sorry it took so long but I have it up now!
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