Fred and I sat down in the Great Hall still holding hands. I even got a few more death glares from Angelina. To be honest, I really didn't care what anyone thought. I just wanted to be with Fred. And to be completely honest, I was happy to cause Angelina that much distress over Fred. I felt good about all of this, and about myself.

That was until I caught Draco Malfoy's eye. I couldn't rub his stare off for some reason.

I knew that the boy had a crush on me since first year. I'm not stupid. I can tell when a boy likes me (aside from Fred).

This time, though, seemed different. He didn't just look jealous or angry. He looked… hurt. Of course, I didn't like Draco (in any way, but especially the way that he liked me). I love Fred and would never do anything to hurt him; ever.

I pretended to listen to my friends conversations while I thought of this. Suddenly, I felt Fred tap my shoulder and nod his head toward the teachers table where people were getting sorted.

The sorting ceremony went well. There were ten new Gryffindors who were all very excited to be with us. I clapped along with everyone else, but couldn't get rid of that nagging feeling that Draco was watching me. All I could think was, There is absolutely no way I would ever consider him.

After the sorting was finished, and we were all stuffed so full with food that we thought we wouldn't be hungry for a week, Dumbledore stood up the give the beginning of the year speech.

To everyone's immense surprise, Dumbledore announce that Hogwarts would be hosting the legendary Triwizard Tournament. Unless you were a Muggleborn, you knew what the Triwizard Tournament was. It had been forever since there had even been one, let alone one at Hogwarts. There were excited cheers from all over the room. I looked next to me at Fred and George. They couldn't have been more identical than they were at that moment. They were both grinning and high fiving each other and people around the table. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Dumbledore. Of course they would want to enter. I would have expected nothing less.

I looked up not to Dumbledore, but to a face that I didn't recognize. Dumbledore announced him as Barty Crouch. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all gave each other knowing looks. I wondered what is going on, but soon realized that I hadn't been paying attention.

"…For this reason, no person under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to enter the tournament." Suddenly, there were many complaints from all four of the student tables. The loudest were the voices of Fred and George.

"THAT'S RUBBISH!" They said in unison. This was when Dumbledore silenced everyone. Nobody moved except to turn their heads toward the headmaster.

Before Dumbledore could talk again though, a large burst of lighting came from the fake sky above us. Several people began to scream; I jumped slightly, and Fred grabbed onto my shoulder, squeezing it. The lightning had ceased, and I was comforted by Fred. That was until I noticed the person who had stopped the thunder. His name was Mad-Eye Moody. Mr. Weasley had spoken of him quite a bit, and there was no way to duplicate someone with such a distinctive face. It was very badly scarred (As he was an auror, I wasn't very surprised of this.) and he had one leg, the other was some sort of metal. The biggest reason I knew that it was him was because he had only one real eye. The other was of a different color, and was robotic. It moved in all directions, taking in the whole room in a matter of less than a second. I could tell who his eye stayed on the longest though. Harry. He went up to Dumbledore; they hugged, and started whispering. The whole room was quiet until Dumbledore said-

"Children, this is your new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. This is Professor Moody." He gestured to Mad-Eye. "Now, as for the tournament; these rules are for your safety. They have been set and will not, under any circumstances, be changed. Prefects will show the first years the way to their common rooms. As you have all had a long journey, I would say that it is time for bed." With that, we all left to go relax.

"I still think it's pretty ridiculous. It should be our choice if we want to enter," Fred was saying to George, Lee, and I as we all lounged around the fire in the Gryffindor common room two hours later. Everyone else had gone to bed. I would have too, but for some reason I was wide awake; I had been ever since getting here. It always gave me a new energy to be home.

George nodded at his brother and said, "We'll find a way. Don't you worry about that. At least we still have a couple of months to work our magic." He rubbed his hands together as the rest of us grinned.

"You guys are idiots." I shook my head, and Fred grinned.

"That's why you love me though."

"True." I said smiling, and kissing him full on the mouth. George and Lee cringed.

"Okay. I'm going to bed. I really don't want to see this." George said, looking disgusted as he walked toward the boys dorm, Lee at his feet.

"Night, boys!" I yelled. They ignored me. I turned to Fred and we burst out laughing. It was almost as if nothing had changed between us, except I got to kiss and hold hands with the sweetest, funniest, nicest guy in the school.

After we had wiped the tears out of our eyes from laughing so hard, Fred and I were quiet for a while. I rested me head on his chest, and he put his arm around my shoulder, occasionally kissing my hair. We just stared into the fire. I smiled as I thought about all the envious stares I had gotten from girls since arriving at Hogwarts. For once I enjoyed being the center of attention. As long as it involved Fred, I didn't care.

I suddenly frowned as I thought of the looks that I had gotten from Malfoy. Why did he care so much? Did he understand how much I loathed him?

Fred must have noticed my distress, because the next thing I knew, Fred whispered in my ear, "Vi, are you okay?" I nodded, but he didn't buy it. He knew me too well.

"No you're not," he whispered shaking his head, moving me to his lap, and staring at me intently. "You can tell me anything. I can keep a secret."

I wanted to say, "Yeah right.", but decided that being sarcastic wasn't a very good way to go. So instead I said, "No, really. I'm fine I promise. I'm just tired. I think I'm just gonna go to bed." I tried to unwrap myself from him, but he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back. I giggled.

"You're not getting away that easily," he whispered in my ear. I turned to face him and found that there was an evil grin forming on his face.

"And what did you have in mind, Mr. Weasley?" I asked, a small smile forming on my face as well.

"I think you know." He looked at me intently and I smiled.

"Oh, right. How could I forget?" I kissed him on the cheek, and started to walk toward the stairs when he ran after me. I giggled as he caught me around the waist as I was at the foot of the stairs. He turned me around to face him and his lips crashed down on mine.

I enjoyed the feel of our lips on each other. They moved in sync, and it just felt so good! We must have stood there for about fifteen minutes, just kissing. Finally, I remembered that I was going to bed.

"I love you." I whispered, smiling up at him.

"Love you too." He replied, kissing me once more before allowing me to go to my room, him doing the same.

Because there were only two other fifth year Gryffindor girls, Hermione and Ginny were permitted to stay in the fifth year dorm with me. Thankfully, they were asleep. I found it kind of odd that Ginny enjoyed discussing things between her brother and me. I mean, why on earth did she want to know about Fred and I snogging?

I crawled into bed and sighed with happiness. Despite everything that was going on with Malfoy, I was extremely happy. At that moment, I vowed not to let that situation bug me…

With that, I fell into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

The next morning I woke up to both Ginny and Hermione shaking me awake.

"Come on, Vi! We have classes starting today, and I don't want to be late!" Ginny shouted in my ear, causing me to fall off of the bed.

They laughed until I said, "Oh you guys are just excited to see the hot new Defense teacher, Professor Moody." They glared at me and it was now my turn to laugh.

Suddenly, I thought of something. "Hey! I kinda dozed off last night while Dumbledore was giving his speech. Did he happen to say when Quidditch tryouts are?" They both looked at each other. Oh no. I hate that look. I thought. I held my breath, trying to think of what they could possibly say. I tried to smile but failed, so I just sat on my bed with my arms crossed.

"Uh, the-they aren't having Quidditch tryouts th-this year, Vi." Hermione was looking down at her feet when she said this. She knew when I was about to explode.

"WHAT? YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! THEY CAN'T DO THAT! CAN THEY?" It's a good thing that the other girls in our dorm weren't in here now. They probably would have reported me to McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"I guess they can, because they have," Ginny said, looking slightly upset but definitely not as mad as I was. She really wanted to try out for the team that year.

"Well, as much as it sucks, I guess we better get ready for class." I sighed, getting off of the bed and going to my trunk to get clothes. I thought of something, and smiled.

"I am a genius!" I grabbed my clothes, and headed for the bathroom that was connected to our dorm.

When I came out, both Hermione and Ginny gasped, looking at me like I was crazy.

"What do you think you're doing? You have to where your robes! It's required!" Hermione smiled.

I looked down at myself and smiled. I was decked out in full Gryffindor colors, robes nowhere in sight (See outfit here ) "Chill, if it's a problem, someone will tell me to out my robes on at breakfast," I said, patting Hermione on the shoulder. "Besides, Dumbledore's cool. He doesn't have a problem with a little silent protest. I smiled to myself again. I really was a genius.

I went down to the common room, and found that Fred was there waiting for me. I ran to his arms, he laughed.

"You look very beautiful today," he whispered in my ear. I smiled up at him

"Thanks." I said, kissing him on the lips.

"Can I ask why you aren't wearing robes?" he asked, looking me up and down.

"You just did," I laughed. "It's a silent protest. No Quidditch this year," I pouted.

He smiled and I laughed. "Well, Dumbledore will make sure you don't get in trouble."

We started walking toward the Great Hall for breakfast when I realized something "Hey, where's George?" I asked.

"Uh, he said that he wanted to give us some privacy." I could see Fred was blushing, and I began to as well. I tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

"What? Does he think we're animals? We aren't just going to make out on the way to breakfast," I said, looking up at Fred. That woke him up. He raised an eyebrow.

"We won't? AWWW!" I looked up at him and grinned at him; he returned my smile.

"Well, I suppose… I could give you a preview of what that would be like." I stopped, pulling him down to my height by the collar. My lips crashed down on his, and I could feel him grinning into the kiss. I did the same until I felt someone staring at us. I looked up to see Draco.

"Yes?" I asked trying (and failing) to raise an eyebrow at him. He just scowled and walked away.

"That was annoying," Fred said, scowling as well, but not looking the least bit embarrassed. I smiled.

"I don't get it." Fred looked at me like I was crazy.

"It's obvious that he fancies you."

"Everyone keeps saying that… I just don't get it." Fred smiled, hugging me to him.

"Everyone sane, straight guy in this school fancies you. But, you're mine. Don't worry, I'll protect you." He hugged me closer to him still (if that was possible).

"'Kay, Bodyguard." I playfully elbowed him, and he smiled as we got to the table.

The only thing I listened to at breakfast was Fred and George discussing their plans to make an aging potion in order to get their names into the Goblet for the tournament. They asked me if I would help them, I said yes. I knew it wouldn't work, but they had puppy dog faces like you would believe.

My first class was Defense, and I really didn't have it with any of my friends. I was just happy that I hadn't gotten in trouble for my outfit yet. Fred (again, by himself) walked me to class. Such a gentleman!

The bell rang, and the first thing we talked about was how Mad-Eye saw the Dark Arts. He wanted us to be prepared for "what is ahead", as he put it.

We then talked about the unforgivable curses for the rest of the class.

It was scary. I had heard of all of them before, but I never really thought of how powerful they were until that moment.

After showing us how they all worked (On an insect, thank heavens!), he said, "Now, we all know that there is someone, in this school, that has survived the killing curse." Harry "What not all of us know, is that there is also someone who, as a baby, survived the Cruciatus Curse, better than even any adult ever had before her. She is sitting here in this room. We all looked around the room, but I felt one person's eyes (or should I say, eye) on me I turned to face Mad-Eye.

He isn't staring at me. Is he? was all I could think.

A/N: I was recently at Barnes and Noble and saw a CD for some Broadway show with Daniel Radcliff on the cover. I think the show was called How To Succeed in Business Without Trying (or something along those lines…). Anyway, does anyone know what this show is about? I love plays and stuff, so if anyone has any info about it, let me know. Also, please comment on the story… I want more input, constructive criticism is welcome :D