A/N: Just as it was originally titled, chapter 10 is "I Ain't Sayin She's A Gold Digger". An easy point of reference and the title always made me smile.
"So, did you have fun in detention?" Hermione asked.
"No. I had to clean the clock tower," I complained, then getting a drink of water. "I'm going to be eating dust for a week."
"It must've taken forever," Harry said eating a piece of candy.
"It did. And not only that but my eyes are so dry it makes death valley look like a fucking oasis," I complained.
"What is with your language lately?" Ron asked as I got another drink of water.
"What's with you always saying 'bloody hell' all the time? There are other words you could use than 'bloody hell'," I said.
Ron scooted his chair a little bit away from me. He leaned forward to Harry.
"P-M-S, really," he said. I punched him in the back and he let out a howl of pain. "Bloody hell! What'd you do that for?"
"I'm not def you know. You're a terrible whisperer," I said.
Harry and Hermione stare at me in fear.
"Hi guys." I heard someone behind me say. I cringed at the familiar voice. I turned around to see Cho Chang.
"Can I sit? They've relocated the Ravenclaws and Slytherins to Hufflepuff and Gryffindor so they'll have two free tables." she explained.
"No," I said, but it's drowned out by the other's "Sure."
Cho sat down next to me. She looked at me and smiled.
"So how've you been since the tournament?" she asked.
*Fine until you showed up*
-Must you be so rude?-
*Yes. All of the time. I can't help it.*
"Did you see how Krum caught that snitch? I want to be able to fly just like that one day," Cho said.
"A lot of people do," Hermione said.
"Yeah. It was like wicked awesome. He was going sixty mile per hour they said. And he caught it. It was amazing," Cho squeeled excitedly.
"I know, like, no has ever flown that fast before," I said mocking her tone of voice. Harry shot me an evil glare.
Cho continued talking to them. I start humming "Gold Digger". Harry glared at me again.
"Hannah stop that," he whispered to me.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Just cut it out," Harry pressed on.
"What? I ain't sayin she a gold digger-."
"Hannah, cut it out!" Harry demanded. I rolled my eyes and smirked.
"Ignore her," Ron said to Cho.
"Okay. . ." Cho said.
I look over at Hermione who was trying not to look bored, not really interested in their chat about Quidditch. I passed her a piece of blank enchanted parchment. She looked at me oddly.
I write on my parchment.
Cho Chang drives me crazy. She's so thick.
The ink faded away. I see Hermione hold back a laugh. She writes on her paper.
All she talks about is Quidditch. I'd expect Harry to go for a girl with a bit more substance.
I agree. I mean, Harry might not always be the brightest crayon in the box, but he can do better than Cho, and she's way too talkative. Does she ever shut up?
I looked away from my paper and see that Harry and Ron are still politely hanging on her every word.
She's still talking. . .
Ugh! I can't take this anymore! Goodbye cruel world.
I took my hair and wrapped it around my throat and pretended to hang myself. Hermione chuckled. She makes a gun with her fingers and pointed it at her head.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" I looked up to see Professor Dumbledore standing at the front of the Great Hall.
"Please welcome, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang!"
"Beauxbaton and Durmstrang?" I asked Hermione.
"Aren't they... Aren't they two Wizarding schools?" Hermione asked.
*This is unusual, even by Dumbledore's standards.*
"You are probably very much aware that Beauxbaton and Durmstrang are Wizarding schools. The reason they are here is because this year Hogwarts is hosting the TriWizard tournament." Dumbledore said.
"THE Triwizard Tournament? That's so wicked awesome," Cho said.
"What's the Triwizard tournament?" Harry asked.
"It's a tournament with three champions from three different schools who compete in all kinds of different challenges. The winner gets a cash prize and major bragging rights," I explained. "It's awesome. I am totally entering."
"Most of you know what the TriWizard Tournament is and I am sad to say that only those that are turning 17 in the next week or older may enter in the tournament as there have been deaths in this tournament and your safety is our first priority," Dumbledore explained.
I felt like he was looking at me.
There were groans and sighs through out the Great Hall.
"Let me bring your attention to this." Filch rolled out a cart with a giant fiery goblet.
"This is the Goblet of Fire."
"What a creative name," I said. Hermione chuckled.
"This is how the three champions will be chosen. Of course an age line will be place around the perimeter of the cup so that younger students may not enter." There were again groans and sighs through out the hall, and, again, Dumbledore glanced at me.
"Now we'd like to welcome Beauxbaton and Durmstrang." The school applauded as the schools came and sat at the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables.
"Tight fit huh?" I asked sarcastically. Someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around and see Draco.
"Mind if I sit?" he asked.
"Yes," the guys said. I glared at them.
"Of course you can sit," I said. Draco sat down next to me.
I could see a lot of people sending Draco death glares. Slytherins, (especially Draco) were hated by Gryffindors. It was like a natural instinct for most of them. I even disliked Slytherin's on principle, with the exception of Draco, and a few others.
I must've been unnatural.
It got awkwardly silent where we were sitting.
"Why are you sitting here?" Harry asked.
"Because there's no one else friendly that I could sit with," Draco replied.
"And you thought you'd be safe here?" Hermione asked slamming her wand down on the table threateningly.
"Hermione. Very un-cool," I said. She rolled her eyes as dinner was served.
This was going to be the most awkward dinner I'd ever eaten.
"So um, you guys dating?" Cho asked Draco and me.
"No? Why would you say that?" I asked.
"Well Susan Bones told me that Collin Creevey told her that Oliver Wood told him that Pansy Parkinson threatened him that Seamus teased her about what Harry and Ron told him that you kissed Malfoy at the Quidditch cup so I assumed..." I looked over at Harry.
"No. . . Our friends aren't going to tell anyone," I said.
"Are you going to hurt me?" Harry asked.
"Blood only runs but so thick. . ." Harry swallowed hard. "However, I don't have any other family so I have to let you live." I turned to Ron. "But you're a Weasley. There are 7 of you. You're expendable."
"You guys get along great," Malfoy said sarcastically.
"Apparently so do you and Hannah," Cho put in. I gave her a dirty look.
"Chang, hit the road. . . I don't want to look at your face anymore," I said. Cho got up and moved over to the Hufflepuff table and sat next to Cedric Diggory, the person who was even more full of himself than I was. Harry rolled his eyes and then looked over at Ron's plate and sighed.
"Harry look at it this way, Cho Chang's mind is just like that plate. Empty. Void. vacant." Harry looked up at you. Hermione looked at me.
"That comment was unnecessary," she said. Ron ignored me.
"But it's true. All she talks about is Quidditch," I said.
"And all I talk about is Quidditch. We're perfect for each other," Harry said. I sighed.
"And did you hear how she talked to me, making that rude comment about getting on well with Draco," I said.
"Well you were rude to her first," Harry said.
"And so what? If I was trying to get in a guy's pants I certainly wouldn't be going around talk shit about their sister," I said.
"How dare you say such a thing about her like that?" Harry asked.
"Because it's true. She can love you long time," I said.
Harry was completely put off by this. "Be a little more rude, thanks."
"I'm just trying to get my disapproval across. I don't want you dating some air head that's only into you for your good looks, your Quidditch skills, and that nifty scar you sport on your forehead that makes you so popular," I said.
". . . I understand, but tone it down. So you don't like her. I do. Deal with it," Harry said.
I sighed. I glanced at Draco who shrugged. I just couldn't have my way.