"Welcome, welcome!" Came Professor Dumbledore's voice as we walked into the Great Hall,
"I have some very exciting news to tell all of you, but before I do, let's sort the first years into their houses." Dumbledore said softly.
The first years came in with eager and nervous facing marveling at the Great Hall.
One of the first years was very wet, soaked, and when he came closer, I noticed he looked somewhat like Colin Creevey, a third year who was a big fan of Harry's.
I heard him muttering to Colin that he had fallen into the lake outside. This was strange because the boy seemed very enthusiastic and excited about this.
He gave Colin, who apparently was his older brother, thumbs up before walking with his fellow first years up to the front to get sorted.
The sorting went on for a while, the small Creevey boy got sorted into Geyffindor and sat down beside his brother and a few other new Gryffindors.
I could feel the anxiety of everyone to wonder what the big surprise was.
I could hear muttering from one end of the Hall to the other, but it suddenly stopped as Dumbledore began to speak.
"As you all may, or may not, know. We will not be having the Quidditch Cup this year."
I could hear angry voices all around mostly saying that that was ludicrous and insane. They stopped once Dumbledore once again began to speak,
"Because this year, we will be having something that has been a tradition for many years. The Triwizard Tournament."
A few people knew what that was, but many did not, so Dumbledore began to explain,
"This Halloween, we will have students from Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang Institute joining us. There are to be three champions chosen from each of this schools. If you would like to be one of these champions to bring Hogwarts the title of the Triwizard Champion. I highly suggest entering," I could hear Fred and George whispering, probably trying to find a way to enter.
"but you must know that this is very dangerous, and that's the exact reason why they had it discontinued many years ago.
Since it is so dangerous, you will not be allowed to enter if you're under the age of seventeen."
Fred and George scoffed,
"Another thing is, fourth years and above will be to attend the Yule Ball this winter, so I do encourage you to look for a date. That is all, thank you." Dumbledore said, sitting down.
Everyone began talking, about the tournament, about the ball, about everything yet to come.
I looked on my plate and thought,
A date? Would anyone ask me as their date?
I quickly shrugged, realising that there are more important things than looking for a date. And I began to eat.
George's POV:
"Okay, Georgie, we've got to find a way to get our names into the goblet of fire." My twin said as we walked back to the common room,
"You know you can't do that." Came the familiar bushy-haired girl,
"Oh yeah, and what's gonna stop us?" I said, smiling.
"Dumbledore's put an age restriction, and there's a line that he put a spell on so if any underage wizard tries to enter will be rejected."
I scoffed,
"That's not going to stop us, Hermie." Fred said,
"Fred Weasley. I said do not call me that again!" She said pointing at him,
"Okay, Grangey." I said as she turned around, gave me a backward glance and she walked off.
"We are entering the Triwizard Tournament." I said,
"Yes we are." Fred said as we high fived, watching that beautiful bushy hair bouncing as it went down the corridor.
"What are you doing?" Iasked, looking over Hermione's shoulder,
"Homework, oh, sorry, you don't understand what that is." She said jokingly.
"I do know what that is! I just don't do my homework before I actually have any." I said, taking a chair beside Hermione.
"You don't have any?"She asked earnestly.
"Nope! We've only been in class for a week. And neither do you." I said proudly,
"Okay, fine. I'm just preparing."
"Preparing for what?" I asked, confused,
"My O.W.L.S." She said quietly,
"Your O.W.L.S.? You don't have to take that until next year!"
"It's good to prepare. Maybe if you prepared you would have actually done well at your exams." She said now looking at me.
"Okay, that's just not fair." I muttered.
She slammed her book shut and looked at me expressionless,
"Okay, what do you want with me, Weasley?" She asked, annoyed.
"Want to have some fun?" I asked, as she gave me an untrusting look,
"Your idea of fun and my idea of fun are both very different."
"Since when do you have fun?"
She did not like that comment very much,
"I can be fun!" She yelled,
"Sure you can." I said with a sarcastic tone in my voice,
"I can!" She said crossing her arms,
"You see that? That is a sign of no fun." I said pointing at her crossed arms, which she quickly untangled,
"Fine! What did you have in mind?" She asked, finally softening up,
"Go to Hogsmeade for a couple Butterbeers."
"Hogsmeade?! That's against the-"
I put my finger over her mouth,
"Shhh, Hermione, lighten up."
"Get your filthy finger off my mouth." She said sternly,
"Okay, are you up for it?" I asked taking my finger away from her lips.
"Are you mental? We could get caught!" She screamed, throwing her arms in the air.
"Fred and I have done it loads of times, never been caught."
"Where is Fred?"
"Why?"
"I was just asking."
"Sure you were."
"I was!"
"Okay..."
"Just go on!"
"Okay, I know the passage to HoneyDukes."
"Don't we need the Marauder's Map?"
"Nah, I've used it enough, I know it by heart. I just need to keep an eye out."
"Okay, but if we get caught-"
"Shhh." I found my finger on her lips again,
"Remove the finger before I remove it for you." She said as I quickly pulled my finger away,
"You up for it?" I asked.
She hesitated, biting her lip and leaning back and forward before agreeing,
"Okay, but I don't want to get caught. I can't have detention with you!"
"Why not?" I asked with a fake, hurt face,
"Because all you will do is pull a prank while we're there; and I'll have to spend another detention with you. It will never end."
I wish that would happen, but she obviously was not too keen with that idea.
"Aww, but you love being with me." I said putting my arm around her and gave her a quick squeeze.
"Ha! You wish!" She said, moving my arm off her shoulder.
I sat there for a moment before she spoke again.
"So, when are we gonna go?" She asked.
I've been waiting for her to say that.
Excited, I took her hand and ran her out of the common room, through the corridor and to the One-Eyed Witch statue.
Before a brief examination of the halls, the statue opened into a long, dark slide sort of thing,
"Ladies first." I said motioning her into the hole,
"It looks dark in there." She said nervously,
"It's fine."
"George, I don't want to-" before she knew it, I had pushed her down the hole.
"She is going to kill me." I said, laughing as I closed the door and slid down the slide.
"Hello, 'mione." I said once I reached the bottom of the slide,
"I am going to kill you!"
Knew it
"Why did you push me?" She screamed.
"You wouldn't go otherwise."
"You didn't have to push me!"
"Sorry."
"Oh... Now we're in a dark cave."
"It's not a cave."
"What was that?"
"That was a waterdrop."
"I'm going to get killed in here, and it will be all your-" she pointed her finger at me that I grabbed and slowly moved into my hand.
"What are you doing?" She asked calmly.
I did not respond, I just grabbed my wand and said Lumos! And a small beam of light came out of the end of my wand.
I led her through the long, dark passageway, still clenching my hand, I'm guessing because she was afraid, but I didn't mind. I actually enjoyed it, much as I had the first time I held her hand. Didn't want it to end.
"Not so brave now, are you?" I asked, smiling at the girl who was grabbing my arm,
"Don't." She said sternly.
We walked for a while before I finally felt the familiar rattle of HoneyDukes sweetshop,
"Now we've got to be quiet."
I said as she nodded.
I slowly opened the door to see if anyone was around, and to my luck, no one was,
"Come on." I whispered, grabbing Hermione's arm and quietly walking out of the trapdoor.
As we made it to the top, we went up the stairs and into the shop, to see the sensation of all the walls covered with candy of all kind,
"See anything you like? I know I do." I said with a wink, but she gave me a disgusted look and scoffed,
"Hey, you can't say anything, you haven't let go of my hand yet." She flushed with pink and quickly let go of my hand.
"Let's go." I said as I lead her into the Three Broomsticks.
"Two Butterbeers, please." I asked Madame Rosmerta,
"Coming up." She said as she walked back behind the counter.
Hermione just looked around awkwardly, apparently trying to avoid eye contact.
"So..." I said awkwardly, trying to make conversation.
"Are you excited for the Yule Ball?"
She shrugged,
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"Because they're just pressuring us to chose a date and wear formal attire and all that. It's just rubbish. I don't wear dresses and I don't think I'm pretty enough for such a formal occasion." She had turned to me, and I just looked at her in her beautiful brown eyes and thought How could she think that she wasn't pretty? She's beautiful.
Iapparently didn't notice that I had been smiling,
"Why are you smiling at me?" She asked going slightly pink, and flashing a small smile,
"Because you're beautiful." I said quickly, and absentmindedly Did I just say that out loud?
She was really pink now,
"I-I'm what?"
But she was suddenly interrupted,
"Weasley! Granger! What are you doing outside of Hogwarts?" Came Professor McGonagall, walking over quickly.
"You are supposed to be up at the castle! Detention next Sunday, both of you, Professor Moody's office."
I banged my head against the table and Hermione's voice kept coming into my mind
We're going to get caught! Don't let us get detention!
Ihad surely lost her trust, what was she going to do now? This is her worst fear getting in trouble.
... To be continued...
