Disclaimer~I don't own Harry Potter or anything of that sort, it's all J.K Rowling's work. I would never had put Hermione and Ron together. Harry and Hermione forever!

A/N~Yup, the writer's block is definitely still there, sorry everyone. And of those of you who are having doubts about whether I'm not going to finish this story, don't worry I'm not ever giving up on this story. If I do, I'll return, relax. Includes really bad tries at britishness, and if I forget some things that happened in GoF, don't flame, just tell.

Visions

Chapter 10:Are You Ready?

"Huh, surprise surprise. You actually fell asleep."Harry pushed himself up from his kneeling position on the floor with the grace of a person with 6 months of training.

"Yeah, surprise, I'm here." he drawled in a manner that made him sound like Malfoy.

"Well Dark, pay up, I won the bet." Harry heard some grumbling from the dark angel before a clinking of coins reached his ears. He grinned before asking in mock-malevolent tone

"Are you guys betting on if I can fall asleep? Do you guys even use money in here?"

"Yes to the first, no to the second. We just use money as a sign of who's a better guesser." answered Dark who had finished grumbling.

Light grinned happily. "And guess what Harry, I'm 10 galleons ahead of Dark! Thanks for falling asleep!" Harry laughed loudly before replying.

"No problem. So, why am I here this time?" When Harry was here the last time they had told him that he would only come here when he had training, if he had a, let's say, mission that was needed to be accomplished or if they had some information for him to use for whatever mission he needed to finish. Or if someone had altered him memories. Light's grin faded and she straightened.

"You're here this time because you're going to learn how to take care of a dragon's wounds." Harry sighed.

"So the first task is a dragon, huh." this was more of a statement then a question. Light and Dark shared a grim look before nodding. Harry buried his head in his hands and made his hair more messy and ruffled than it already was, if that was possible.

"I swear, this tournament is going to be the death of me." He said exasperatedly.

"Don't be so dramatic. The tournament won't be the death of you, the prophecy is." Light replied. They had already talked about the prophecy and the part where it says that either he or Voldemort must die at the hand of the other was disturbing, to say the least. Telling Hermione the prophecy with making her freak out was on Harry's to-do list, though probably wouldn't be achieved until much later.

"Now come on, the wards won't last forever, we need to start the lesson…"

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The next morning Harry woke up with Hermione in his arms with her head on his chest. Smiling, he got her in his arms smoothly, bridesmaid style. She squirmed a little in his arms to get into a more comfortable position and settled down a little while later with her arms around his neck. Smiling more widely, he apparated onto her bed in the girls dormitories, making sure her curtains were tightly drawn. As much as he wanted to stay in the Room of Requirement with her, he knew her dorm mates would be suspicious when she didn't get up at her usual time. He leaned down and loosened her arms around his neck with ; he tucked her into her bed and planted a small kiss on her forehead before straightening up and apparating into his bed in the Hospital Wing. Upon remembering what day it was and what it meant, he mentally sighed. He would have to pretend that he didn't know what the first task was to he wouldn't raise suspicion. He contemplated about the first task but then he heard Madame Pomfrey bustling in and he closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

"Come on, Mr. Potter, I know you're awake. You need some breakfast, and then you need to get ready for the first task that's in 4 hours. Also, your girlfriend is here to see you." The last sentence shocked Harry so much he snapped his eyes and stared at her in shock. "Relax, Mr. Potter. Miss Granger told me and I promised not to tell anyone until you are ready." She replied to his pleading face with a small comforting smile. Harry visibly relaxed and was settling into a more comfortable position on the bed when Hermione walked in with a small frown on her face that immediately melted into a smile when she saw that Harry was awake. Harry smiled back and Madame Pomfrey shoved a tray full of food and a cup of pumpkin juice on his lap and left quickly to give the teenagers time alone together. She smiled when she looked over her shoulder as she left, remembering what it felt like to be in love, but her smile was wiped off immediately after she recalled what had happened to him, and she silently prayed that their future wouldn't end like hers and that they would die of old age and nothing else.

Hermione and Harry sat in silence, each waiting for the other to say something. After a while Harry got fed up with the silence and opened his mouth, but thought better and closed it again. He sighed and silently did a time-telling charm ; it was 8 in the morning. Hermione's mouth fell into a comical "o". I thought that non-verbal casting was extremely hard! She yelled in her mind. Harry snickered at Hermione's dumbfounded expression.

"Well, did you have a good night?" He gave his girlfriend a lopsided grin as her jaw dropped lower, if that was possible.

She spluttered "How-how do you know about last night?" She nearly groaned in self-exasperation at her own question. Of course he knew about last night if it all happened in reality! Harry merely laughed.

"How I know about last night?! Who are you and what happened to Hermione?" He sobered so quickly that Hermione got a little worried. He took his wand from the table beside his hospital bed and waved it around the little curtain-drawn area while muttering "Silencio". When he finished his task he turned back to the bushy-haired brunette. "Ok, Hermione, what I'm going to tell you next might sound crazy, but stick with me, ok? Let me finish before you ask any questions." And so Harry told Hermione what happened in the last 6 months he didn't see her while keeping out the part about Horcruxes ; she had enough on her mind at the moment. At the end Hermione was gaping at her boyfriend. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck while contemplating if he had sounded insane while telling his story. "Hermione, say something. You're killing me here." She quickly said the first thing in her mind.

"Wow." What was wrong with her today? She already made a fool of herself twice and it was only the morning. Harry apparently thought the same thing and was taking it humorously ; the amusement in his emerald eyes was all the proof she needed. "Well, it was a lot to take in." she muttered in self-defence. Harry chuckled but immediately stopped when he felt someone probing his ward's defence. He snapped his fingers but no wand came out from his wrist and cursed quietly ; he was use to using wand holsters. He made a mental note to go to Diagon Alley as soon as possible and grabbed his wand from where it was on the bed.

A soft voice came from beside him from someone he forgot was there in his haste to get a weapon. "Harry, what's wrong?" He didn't turn to look at Hermione ; he learned the hard way that keeping your eyes from your enemy could result in something going wrong. He could see from the corner of his eye that Hermione had her wand drawn and a worried look in her eyes. He didn't answer her question but summoned Gryffindor's sword instead and double-wielded with his wand in his right hand and the sword in his left. He had tried using two wands or two swords, but the combinations didn't work as well as using a wand and a sword at the same time. He heard a small gasp but it was quickly covered up. He couldn't help but smile fondly at her. She's a quick learner. He quickly but quietly slid out of bed and landed on both feet in front of Hermione, guarding her against whatever was outside of the drawn curtains. He removed the wards with a wave of his wand.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" he shouted out. To Harry's great relief, it was Madame Pomfrey who replied with an 'It's only me!'. He promptly banished his sword ; he didn't need questions about how he summoned Gryffindor's sword from the headmaster's office to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey poked her head around the curtains cautiously and looked at Harry and Hermione curiously. Harry was standing in front of Hermione protectively in a defensive position and they both had their wands drawn. She raised a questioning eyebrow at them but didn't ask.

"The first task is coming in half an hour Harry, if I may call you that." He nodded in positive and she continued. "I suggest you eat and drink, and I wish you the best of luck." She eyed his food tray she had brought him about 3 hours prior but drew her eyes up to Harry's and look at him in the eyes. Harry could tell she was sincere and he nodded his head in thanks. Her gaze lingered on the two teenagers that had been through so much things together and she knew that these two were the perfect pair. "I also wish you two a happy relationship without any quarrels." she added with a smile, albeit a tight one. Harry and Hermione smiled their thanks, silently hoping the same thing and that nothing would ever get in between them.

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Harry was currently trying to console a hysterical Hermione that was behind the other side of the tent flap.

"Hermione, it's going to be alright, I'm going to be alright."

"No it isn't Harry! You talk about all this training, all this fighting, all this stuff but are you really ready to take on a dragon? Aren't you scared?" she whispered in one breath and was about to continue but Harry cut her off.

"Yes, I might be scared, but I can control the fear." Suddenly a whistle was blown and Hermione couldn't restrain anymore. She pushed all the material separating the two of them and hugged like it was the last physical contact they were ever going to have. Harry didn't hesitate to put his arms around her and he was about to kiss on the lips until a sudden flash and blinding light in the tent startled them. Harry pushed her behind him and drew his wand in the direction the light came in in a split second. He had a protego up before you could say "magic" and was glancing everywhere as if Voldemort himself was hiding inside the tent. An unfamiliar but sickeningly sweet voice floated to their ears.

"Ah, young love. Hm, how," She paused for a moment as if contemplating what word to use "stirring." she finally decided on and the floating pad and quill wrote a few words. They both stiffened. The world couldn't know about their secret, not yet. Before Harry could mumble 'incendio' at the pictures taken, Dumbledore pranced into the tent.

"Good day champions, gather around please." The four champions made a semi-circle around the headmaster of Hogwarts and Harry tried his best not to hex him. "Now you've waited, you wondered, and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can appreciate." Harry's knuckles whitened around his wand. Appreciate?! You think I want to participate in this stupid tournament?! He felt a comforting but warning arm on his shoulder and he looked over his shoulder at Hermione with a grateful smile. As a result, he missed most of the words Dumbledore had said. He did notice, however, that Viktor Krum was looking at Hermione in a way that made him want to punch him in the nose. Dumbledore's voice interrupted his train of though.

"What are you doing here Miss Granger?" he asked curiously. Hermione shuffled her feet uncomfortably. Harry wanted to interrupt, to say that Hermione was allowed here, but the act of rebellion would just raise eyebrows.

"Oh - um, sorry - I'll just…go." Hermione gave Harry the please-be-careful look, a look that Harry knew too well. He gave her a small smile in return and nodded towards the stands. It was only after she was swallowed by the crowd when he turned back towards Dumbledore and Barty Crouch, who he hadn't seen until now.

"Barty, the bag." came Dumbledore's voice and Crouch replaced Dumbledore's spot in the semi-circle. He held a purple silk bag and started talking about the rules and Harry zoned out. Which dragon will he get? There was a Welsh Green, a Chinese Fireball, a Swedish Short-Snout and the worst of the lot, the Hungarian Horntail. He came back to earth when Barty Crouch handed the bag to Fleur Delacour. She stuck her hand in the bag, wincing as she did so, and drew out a miniature version of the dragon she was about to face. She drew out a green one, which meant she got the Welsh Green. He couldn't tell much about the dragon because of the size of the model, but he could clearly see the number 2 around it's neck. Her face held determined resignation, and Harry knew she had known what the first task was. How she knew was a mystery to him. Next was Krum, and he drew a scarlet dragon with the number 3 around it's neck. His face gave away no expression, so Harry assumed he knew too. His mouth went dry when he remembered the dragons left. The Swedish Short-Snout and the Hungarian Horntail…He glanced at Cedric Diggory, his fellow Hogwarts champion and he could see that his face was drained of color. Well, I should look better than that at least…Cedric's turn came and he pulled out bluish-gray dragon with the number 1 around it's neck. He then turned as pale as a ghost. Harry's breath caught in his throat when the figured out the last dragon. The Hungarian Horntail… he thought weakly. He reached into the silk bag and drew out the dreaded dragon model by the tail. It held the number 4 around his neck.

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Time passed abnormally quickly and Harry couldn't remember anything. He just knew that he was fourth and he had the nastiest dragon on the lot. He had to do his plan to perfection, he knew, or Hermione would kill him before the dragon could. His turn came quickly. Where had all the dragon-free moments gone? The whistle blew and he walked towards the front of the tent with shaky legs that threatened to collapse under him.

"Breath, Potter, breath, come on…" he muttered to himself, trying to calm down but it didn't work. He forced himself to think about Hermione. Her chocolate brown eyes, her hair nearly golden in the light, cascading around her shoulders…It worked, it calmed him down considerably but he was roughly thrown out his reverie when he came face to face with the Hungarian Horntail. He basically saw a mirror image of himself in his animagus form, only smaller with yellow eyes replacing his emerald ones. He took a deep breath and looked around the stands for Hermione but to no avail. There were too many people. Annoyed, he turned back towards the mothering dragon and got ready to take his plan into action.

A/N~ Merry Christmas everyone!