The next age of Misfits

Disclaimer: All of it belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling, apart from the characters that I've made up.

Summary: On one side you have the intelligent and bubbly Valentina Weasley, the youngest daughter of Fleur and Bill Weasley; on the other side you have the intelligent and sullen Derry Malfoy, the eldest son of Draco and Luna Malfoy. They have been best friends for life, what will happen when you throw the popular Viktor Krum Jr into the mix?

Chapter Eight

I walked into the champion's tent with one minute to spare. I had gotten up to my dorm and been unable to find my robes, after half an hour of searching I found them in the wardrobe freshly washed. I changed into them, put my shoes on, grabbed my coat and ran out the door, I had to run the whole way here, and I was buggered.

While I was searching I had decided not to change into Charlie to defeat the dragon, I would try a little trick Charlie taught me a few summers ago. It was a simple spell trainers used when they were training untrained adult dragons, it calms them down and makes them unable to hurt anything for a few minutes, this gives you time to teach them something.

In the room there were six little sectioned off areas with a bed for after the task for injuries, I went and sat on the bed that was for me and lay down, I was exhausted.

"It's not good to be tired when your about to face a deadly beast," I felt a dip in the bed as Derry spoke. I opened one eye and saw him sitting on the end of the bed watching me smirking.

"Shut up," I told him, sitting up as McGonagall walked into the room.

"Can I have everyone over here please?" she asked, motioning to the middle of the room. We all formed a group in the middle of the room, with our teacher standing with us. Behind me stood Lupin, and behind Derry was his father. "You will pick out you dragon and then I will tell you which order to go in," she told us, holding out a black bag. She went first to Krum who pulled out a green dragon the Swedish Short-Snout, the ferret pulled out the American Bull fighter, Eloise had the Australian Jumper, and then Annette pulled out a blue dragon the Chinese Fireball, next was me, I reached in and pulled out a red dragon, the Hungarian Horntail, then finally Derry pulled out a yellow dragon, the Ukrainian Ironbelly. Lucky me, I got to face a Hungarian Horntail, again.

"This means that Miss Babette will go first, then Mr Rostislav, then Mr Malfoy, then Miss Gordon, then Miss Weasley, and finally Mr Krum," McGonagall explained to us then turned to Eloise. "You all are trying to retrieve a small locked box," she explained quickly before turning to Eloise and the ferret. "Now when the cannon goes off…" she tried to explain to Eloise, but Filch let it rip right above us the second she said cannon, she looked up at him and he just shrugged.

Eloise went out the arena and within seconds we heard a huge roar from the dragon and then a high pitched scream of terror, comforting.

"Why do I have to face the Hungarian Horntail again," I complained to Derry as a lay down on the bed again.

"It could be worse –" he tried weakly but then I cut him off.

"Really, how could it be worse? The Hungarian Horntail is the most dangerous dragon in existence, how could it be worse?" I asked annoyed, my luck was getting worse as the year went on.

"You could not have an aunt and uncle who are both dragon trainers and took you to Romania two summers ago and taught you how to train a dragon," Lupin said smirking.

"Yes, but to perform the spells I have to be right in front of the dragon facing it head on, that horntail will kill me before that," I told him, still thinking logically.

"Then what can you do to get in front of the dragon?" Lupin asked with a smirk. Perfect!

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Almost half an hour after Annette went out terrified, Fred and George announced that she had retrieved the box and was to be brought back into the champions' tent to receive medical attention. All the other champions bar Krum had been brought back with some kind of injury, which made it so comforting for me.

"Now please welcome –" George said.

"The second Hogwarts champion –" Fred said.

"Valentina Weasley!" They both yelled at the same time and the crowd cheered.

I walked out into the arena and instantly stuck my hand out and thought Accio Skyrider; that should get me a few extra points. I walked to a large rock that was a metre away, still not knowing where the dragon was, better to hide until my broom gets here. After a few seconds I heard the whoosh of the broom coming, I stepped out from the rock and jumped on my broom as it went passed, I also finally saw the dragon, protecting the box in the middle. As soon as it saw me it was up and watching me. Its hand (or whatever it is) flew out and swatted at me, but unfortunately it didn't miss. It hit my stomach and the nails cut though the clothes and skin. Just think it's a bludger that hit you, I kept telling myself, and it hurt just like I'd been hit with a bludger.

"She's been hit George!" Fred said horrified.

"But she's still on her broom," George said thankfully.

"She gets a lot of practice," Fred joked.

"Yeah, I've lost count how many times she's been hit with a bludger," George added.

"And all those times she never fell off her broom," Fred added.

"Maybe we should try and keep the bludgers away from her Fred," George said to his brother.

"Well see George, if we'd done that, she wouldn't be used to getting hit and would have fallen to her death," Fred told his brother, sounding knowledgeable.

"I think if she wasn't used to it the hit would have killed her," George added. These guys are so comforting.

I flew in front of the dragon, and performed the claming spell silently and without my wand; that should get me some more points too, two spells performed silently and wandless. The dragon instantly got calm and didn't look so menacing; it also didn't feel the need to eat me anymore. I landed my broom and got off, clutching my side the whole time, as I walked up to the dragon, told it to sit and it did, then continued to climb the big rock in the centre of the arena and collect the Box. As soon as I touched the box the dragon disappeared and everyone cheered.

I got off the rock and I instantly had Madam Pomfrey come over and start ushering me into the tent. She had called one of the ministry healers over when everything went black.

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I opened my eyes to talking all around me.

"Tina!" I heard the group of people whisper as I was coming to, why are they whispering? I looked around, not quiet sure where I was. Then I saw the curtain around the bed and the familiar setting of the hospital wing, and I remember the dragon and getting hit in the stomach.

"Where's the box?" I asked frantically, not wanting to loose it.

"Next to you," my brother said carelessly, pointing at the box on the bedside table. "What we all care about is that your okay, you scared us half to death, Derry in particular," Ryan told me with a smirk.

"What?" I asked confused. Looking around and finding Derry asleep in the chair next to my bed. That explains the whispering.

"As soon as you walked into the tent he was rushing over to you, having heard you were hit, he caught you just in time," Corey explained to me.

"He quickly carried you to the bed so they could treat you, while he was barking orders at everyone," Alanna told me smiling.

"Madam Pomfrey almost kicked him out of the Hospital wing when you were brought up here, then he said he'd be quiet," Emily told me with a smirk.

"Hasn't left you side," Jess added, wiggling her eyebrows.

"What happened after I passed out?" I asked them, desperate to know who won the task.

"Krum went after you and got hit almost as bad as you just as he was grabbing the box," Emily explained.

"Who won?" I asked desperately.

"It was a tie," Corey told me nervously.

"Between who?" I asked even more desperately.

"You and Krum both got awarded 43 points each," Cedric told me with a smile. Ironic, the winners are the ones in the hospital wing.

"When's the next task?" I asked them.

"Saturday February 18th," Jess told me.

Madam Pomfrey opened the curtains and let herself in. I saw through the opening that there were a bunch of Durmstrang students around the bed opposite me; that must be Krum's bed.

"Glad to see you're up Miss Weasley, but you will not be leaving that bed for at least a day," she told me sternly, measuring out potion for me.

"What? No, I can't…" I tried to say but she cut me off.

"No, you are staying," she told me and handed me a vile. "Now drink up," she told me smiling and I did what I was told. "Alright all of you shoo, you've seen her now go!" Pomfrey told them menacingly.

"Bye sweety, do as you're told," Ryan told me and gave me a kiss on my forehead before leaving.

My friends all said bye and kissed my cheek before leaving. Pomfrey opened the curtains to leave again, but looked back at the sleeping Malfoy and shook her head before leaving and closing the curtain again.

I watching him for a few minutes, surprised at how peaceful he looked.

"You're staring Weasley," he told me with his eyes closed, smirking.

"Yeah, I wonder how many girls have seen that picture in the morning." I joked, trying to settle in a comfortable position in the bed.

"None dearest, you're the first," he told me with a smirk then leaned in to my ear to whisper something. "Only the special ones get to stay over," he told me.

I looked at him shocked. "So you just kick them out after you're done with them?" I asked shocked.

"Trust me dearest, the feeling is always mutual, they don't feel anything more for me then I do for them," he told me smiling. "How's the cut?" he asked, changing the subject quite abruptly.

"I wouldn't know dearest, Pomfrey's given me numbing potion so I can't feel the pain," I told him with a smirk.

"You do know if you ever do that again I'll have to hurt you myself, you had me worried sick," he told me sounding actually sincere.

"Aw, didn't know I meant that much to you dearest," I joked.

"Tell anyone I have a heart and I'll kill you," he told me pretending to be angry.

I smile at him as my eyes started to droop and I quickly opened them again, trying to stay awake.

"Go to sleep dearest, you need you rest," he told me standing up. "I'll come back in the morning to see you," he told me, leaning down and giving me a kiss on the forehead before leaving.

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I woke up in the middle of the night and the whole hospital wing was pitch black. I found my wand on the bedside table and quietly said Lumos. My wand lit up and I looked around me before stopping the spell and trying to get back to sleep.

I tried to go back to sleep but I just lay there awake, wanting to do something. I pulled off the covers off of the bed and saw I was in my underwear, definitely will need clothes to go out of this cubicle. I stood up a little too fast and my side throbbed, should take things slow. I walked to the end of the bed slowly and found some clean clothes; someone must have brought them down. I put on a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt.

I walked out of the cubicle and went to the bathroom, amazing how I knew where everything was in this place. Sad isn't it? I clutched my side as I walked the whole way there, numbing potion must have worn off; I wonder what exactly was wrong with my side.

As I was walking back to the cubicle I tripped over a bottle on the floor and it rolled along the floor, it sounding like thunder in comparison to the silence before.

"Shit." I hope Pomfrey didn't hear it.

I heard the door to Pomfrey's office open. "Crap." I tried to get back to my bed, clutching my side the whole way.

"What are you doing out of bed Miss Weasley?" she asked sternly as she walked around the corner and came to my side.

"Thought I'd go for a nice brisk walk, seems like a lovely night for it," I told her as I struggled back to the bed. "Then I realised the numbing potion had warn off so I was then in great pain," I told her.

"Well considering a dragon almost chopped you in half it's going to hurt for a little while," Pomfrey explained as I got back into bed. She closed the curtains, carrying a vile of potion towards me. "Drink up," she told me and I did what I was told, even though it tasted disgusting.

The last thing I remember was Madam Pomfrey closing the curtain and darkness surrounding me again.