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Kevin De Flamme

It was the dead of the night and everything was hauntingly silent. From my bed I stared out at the pale moon and the bright twinkling stars. I look at my watch, 1am, its time. I pull my covers back, careful not to make any noise, and I step out of bed. Dressed only in a flimsy silk nightdress, I reach under the bed for my trunk, from which I pull out a pair of tight blue jeans and a black fitted jumper. I slip them on silently and then grab my boots. Just as I'm about to go I remember the parchment. I fumble around in my trunk for a few moments before retrieving a shred of parchment and a quill. Dominique Weasly, I scribble down and put the little shred into the back pocket of my jeans. I then grab my wand and tip toe out of there. No one makes a sound, so far so good.

I glide down the stair case and into the common room, where a portrait of a famous witch is snoring loudly. I tiptoe towards the door, careful not to wake her and slip out un noticed. I heave a sigh of relief for not getting caught at the first leg of the journey. Then a wave of worry floods me, as I realize I have no idea how to get to the Beauxbatons great hall from here. I take tentative steps towards the first staircase I see and decide for sure I need to go down this one. I sail down the steps until I meet a dark corridor, I remember Madame Maxime take a sharp left from the other staircase, so I take the right as I'm coming from the opposite direction. Sure enough there's the next staircase.

And down I go until I reach the exquisite entrance hall, and it's not hard to find the great hall from there.

The doors are open as if expecting late night visitors on this particular evening, but I still enter cautiously to find no one else in the hall. I can see the goblet however, its blue flames dancing enticingly in the dark, calling to me. My footsteps echo eerily around me as I walk the long stretch of hall towards the goblet. My fists are clenched at my sides, my walk is determined.

I stop about three feet from the goblet, reach into my back pocket and take out my little piece of parchment. Go on then, I tell myself. Put it in, hurry up, before someone catches you. But my heart rate is increasing and my breaths become shaky and I ask myself; what are you really doing this for Dominique? I want to prove myself. I want to prove myself to whom?

To Teddy? Do I want to win his heart or do I just want to outshine Victoire for once in my life? Or am I just fame hungry, because sweet Merlin eternal glory does sound good.

Tears are streaming down my face now and I don't even notice. My fist is clenched tight around my little piece of parchment. Coward, I sneer at myself. Their all right about you, your delicate, quiet, not interesting in the least, the goblet wouldn't pick you anyway.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you gonna put your name in?" I almost jump out of my skin, darting around and brandishing my wand. "Hey,Hey, take it easy" a voice in the darkness says and I realize the person is speaking to me in French.

The person steps forward and I step back and under the blue flame light of the goblet a boy comes into view. A very handsome boy may I add, of about 17. He has a high proud forehead and a strong masculine jaw line, his eyes are a penatrive deep brown and he has dark dark hair. He's shoulders are broad and he's tall and he stands looking at me with the ghost of a smile. He stares at me with a look of fascination; I stare at him like a tiger ready to pounce. After a long tense silence "Wow!" he breathes. "Wow what?" I ask sharply, accusingly. "You're just very very... very pretty, that's all". My eyes narrow and I glare at him coldly.

"Woah! Don't look so angry, I was just giving you a compliment". I continue staring at him with narrowed eyes. He takes a step towards me; I shoot him a dangerous warning look. "You don't need to be frighte-""I'm not frightened "I hiss I'm still trying to keep my voice down. "Well then, you're just not a very trusting person are you"? I give him a poignant sarcastic look before retaliating "Just doesn't like people sneaking up on me that's all". He nods as if in agreement before saying "Well I Kevin" and holds out his hand. "Dominique" I say grudgingly, not taking it. His eyes light up as he says "Hey! That's French". "Yeah, well my mother's French" I tell him.

He seems to contemplate this for a moment before saying "So, you putting your name in or not?" "I don't know" I say dejectedly, all anger dispersing from me. He starts walking forward, at first I think towards me but he walks right past and towards the goblet. He drops his name in, in one fluoride motion, turns to me and says "There, I've done it, now why don't you?"

I sigh heavily. "Why?" he asks simply. "You think you're not good enough or something?" I don't answer and he seems to take that as a yes. "Well it won't matter will it, if you're not good enough the goblet won't choose you, so you have nothing to worry about!" He says this in a tone of voice that resembles someone explaining that 1 plus 1 equals 2. "Your right" I say "but..." "Just put tour name in" he says exasperatedly "If the goblet doesn't think you're up to it, it won't choose you".

He walks towards me and steers me towards the goblet. "Go on then" he says. And I drop my little scroll of parchment in.

An indescribable feeling of pride wells up inside me; I turn to him happily and say "Thanks Kevin". "My pleasure" he says and winks at me cockily. I take a few steps away from the goblet, turn to him and say "Which school do you go to anyway?" "Beauxbatons" he says breezily "And I suppose you're from Hogwarts". "How did you know that?" I ask, wondering if there's some unflattering way for foreigners to recognize Hogwarts students. "Well I haven't seen you around before, and you don't look like a she man or an ogre so I'm guessing you're not from Durmstrang". He says, standing closer to me.

I raise my eyebrows "The Durmstrang girls aren't that bad are they?" He raises his eyebrows back at me in answer and I giggle. I giggle? Since when do I giggle? One of the pompous looking wizards on the wall snorts loudly and mutters something about girls and hormones. "Charming isn't he?" Kevin says, gesturing towards the portrait. "Remind you of anyone?" I say smartly. "Me?" he says, pointing to himself in mock outrage. I giggle again. What the hell's got into me?

"If you don't mind" the portrait says "We are trying to sleep". "Here, here" the rest of them agree rather loudly.

"We better go" Kevin says, and begins walking back down the hall. I follow, I don't want to get into trouble my very first day at Beauxbatons, just imagine how Professor McGonagall would react.

When we reach the entrance hall Kevin turns to me "I'll be seeing you around then Dominique". "I suppose you will" I say airily, piercing his eyes, turning on my veela charm, am I... flirting? He takes my hand, brings it to my mouth and kisses it, and I can't help but think of the similar situation between me and Alek Krum.

He begins walking away or more swaggering away and I head back up the staircase to find our tower. I reach my room safely at 1:30 am. I take off my clothes, put back on my night dress and climb into bed.

I fall asleep dreaming of Kevin.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter, I was really proud of it please review! Oh! And tell me what you think of Kevin!