A/N: I finally hit over 2000 words this chapter yay! Any ways The ladies of Beauxbaton and the gents from Durmstang have arrived. What will happen next I wonder. Any way please enjoy.
I remember Hermione saying something about how there weren't many attractive girls in the school, so the guys didn't have a lot to look at. But when the ladies of Beauxbatons arrived, I couldn't help but feel very insignificant next to them. They had every boy at school following them like a little puppy. Even Harry and Ron had infatuations with a few of them. As Ron says 'he likes the way their butts look when the walk'.
It had already reached the second week of October and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had arrived that morning. It was quite the event when they entered the breakfast all. They each held their own wonderful presentation of their school, Beauxbatons was graceful and elegant while Durmstrang was fierce and powerful. The entire hall was filled with excitement. Three students, one from each school, was going to competing in the Triwizard tournament. Dumbledore explained the rule after each the two headmasters from each school took their place. He informed them of the Goblet of Fire which he revealed from under a white sheet. It was silvery and a brilliant blue flame sparked from the bowl of the goblet. He also drew a line around the cup, indicating the age barrier, letting only students 17 and over to enter. He informed us all of the dangers that await anyone and once your name is called you cannot back out. I saw a few students share glances, preparing to enter themselves. I honestly couldn't understand the thought of putting yourself in danger to win a contest. It was utter foolishness. Hermione on the other hand was quite intrigues, not by the contest bat a potential contestant. Victor Krum, world renowned Quidditch player and one of the hunkiest guys from Durmstrang.
"Hermione, come on, he's so much older than you, it's like weird."
"I know but he keeps look over here," she said and I couldn't help but noticed his attention was completely on Hermione until Karakoff nudged his shoulder and he turned his gaze on him.
"It seems he fancies you," I said elbowing her and I saw her blush.
"Oh stop it,"she said smacking my arm lightly. I laughed and turned back to Dumbledore who had finished his speech, and let us return to out meals.
Hermione and I separated to our classes after breakfast and I watched her head off. The was she walked was a bit different today, it looked like she had a little bounce in her step this morning. I shook my head and grinned, she totally had a crush on Victor Krum, I turned to head up the stairs leading to charms when I walked into a semi hard surface that made a grunting noise when I hit it. I dropped my books in the process.
"You should watch where your waking, Miss Devereux,"came a deep slow voice from above me.
I kept my head down as a layer of crimson reached my face.
"S-sorry professor," I stuttered, scrambling to pick up my books and move out of the way.
I watched his black robes fan out behind him, making a swishing noise as he headed down to the dungeons. I stood there for a second and furrowed my brow. Did I just stutter? Why the bloody hell for? I don't act like that, especially not to Professor Snape. So why was it the now, I suddenly felt the need to be completely unlike myself around him. I think I was the one with the mental issues, not Snape. If I was going to fall for a teacher why must it be him, then again it made more sense than any of the other male teachers. Professor Flitwick was short, very short. Professor Binns was a ghost, what good would that do me, and Prof. Moody, he scared me, not to mention the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher never stayed, no point there. Filch wasn't a teacher so he didn't really count, plus, I don't think it's possible for anyone to fancy him. I sighed and crossed my arms.
"This sucks," I said to myself and wandered up the stairs to Charms.
"Miss Devereux has demonstrated perfectly the proper transformation of a lamp to a piglet, 5 points to Gryffindor for a splendid presentation, Professor McGonagall beamed and I smiled in my triumph, I was the only one to completely transfigure my lamp into the full animal, where as others could only produce a pink skin or a curly tail to the lamp.
"I'm glad to see you doing better today, I was getting worried, you seemed extremely unfocused for the past few classes," said Professor McGonagall, quietly to me.
"Yes I'm feeling much better, I don't know what was wrong with me, but I think I've got it under control," I said and it was true. Charms went by without a fluke and Transfiguration was a breeze. I figured that my recent distraction had either faded or it had nothing to do with what I thought it did. I sighed even more confused than ever. I thought that the reason I was unfocused was because I had a crush on Snape, I had just run into him on my way to Charms earlier and I blushed like mad but I'm doing great in my classes again. So if I still have a crush on Snape it had nothing to do with before right? I groaned while I packed my things and left for lunch.
I met up with Hermione in the Great Hall and flopped my bag down beside me.
"Hermione I'm so confused," I blurted, frustrated that I couldn't understand my own feelings.
"You look it, what's going on?" she asked and I turned to her.
"I can't tell you hear, I promise I'll tell you tonight though, it's kind of embarrassing," I said and rubbed my forehead with the tips of my fingers.
"Well alright, but relax, you're going to give yourself a hernia," she joked, but it didn't make me feel much better. I needed to talk to her, I was positive she could help me figure this out.
"Hey Moe Victor's putting his name in the Goblet," said Hermione shaking me.
All lunch, a lot of students from the three school had been adding their names to the Goblet. It was Victor's turn now, and he received a thorough cheer from a group of Durmstrangs. I also noticed Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour, one of the ladies from Beauxbaton, with blond hair almost as silvery white as mine and just a tad shorter. She was really pretty (heck even her ballot, which was a blue fan, was pretty) and I couldn't help but wonder what she was going to look like at the Yule ball. That's when I remembered our Hogsmead trip coming up. That was the time to purchase our dresses and such for the ball. My stomach got all tight for a minute when I thought about wearing a dress in front of Snape.
"Why do I even care?" I said and Hermione looked over at me puzzled. I smiled and shook my hands in front of me. She lifted a brow and gave me a funny look before getting up. That's when the hall decided to become a big ball of noise as Fred and George entered, holding to small vials of liquid.
"We've done it," said Fred to Hermione shaking the little bottle in front of her. She looked at it quick and then scoffed.
"It's not going to work," she said in a sing song voice.
"Oh but it is, it's an aging potion," said George on Hermione's other side. That's when they walked up to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"Moe, darling you have faith in us right," asked Fred nuzzling his nose against my cheek. I laughed and pulled away.
"Of course, then again I don't think Dumbledore's as dimwitted as you think, you honestly believe his magic is going to be fooled by a mere potion?" I asked and the shook the heads in disappointment.
"But that's exactly why he's so dimwitted," the said and coiled their right arm around the other's.
"Bottoms up," they exclaimed and downed there potion rather quickly. The jumped over the age ring surrounding the goblet and waited. Nothing happened. The hall cheered and the milked it a little before placing their names in. The waited, and for a moment they thought it worked, until the flame of the goblet burst alive and made quick whip like motion knocking them out of the circle. All too soon silvery white beards began sprouting from their face. Their hair began graying immediately and their skin started to wrinkle and crease. I walked over a bent down to them, cutting them off from their argument.
"Would you like me to escort you to the Hospital Wing?" I asked snugly and they glared playfully at me.
It took only a few minutes for Madam Promfrey to cure their 'aging disorder', but she spent quite a bit of time scolding them. I left soon after and headed to the library since I had a break. I decided to take a break from studying. I grabbed a blank note book and a quill and ink. I dipped my quill into the ink vial and started doodling random images, a few of owls, but then I started drawing dresses, designing them and I found that the dresses I was drawing were ones I would like to wear to the Yule ball. I snapped the book shut and groaned. Why did I care, I was never one to wear dressing and I wasn't one to go gaga over a dance, I hated dancing, it was like a disaster waiting to happen with me on the dance floor. Let's just say that I have two left feet. I tucked my drawing book back into my bag and got up to search the shelves for interesting reading material. Though Hogwarts was a magic school it didn't stop it from containing books that weren't magic related. Everyone needs to take a break once in a while, and right now I was in a serious mood for a good Harlequin romance. Yes I was having love problems at the moment, so it was kind of cliché to be reading a romance book when you were confused about your own feelings but that didn't stop me. Romance novels were like magic for Muggles. They make you feel all light and happy and sad and depressed all in one. There's always a conflict but it ends up happy in the end. Okay maybe not exactly like magic but it was a close enough feeling. I envied authors, their imaginations were so full and vibrant and the had the talent to put it onto paper and make sense of it to other people. Me I had those awesome colorful ideas but there was now way anyone could understand it. I signed it out, getting a slightly suspicious look from the librarian and headed to a quiet flight of stairs. I sat on one of the cold marble steps and opened to book to the first chapter. It was about a woman named Eva who had fallen in love with her young college professor.
"Well at least they're closer in age," I said immediately hating my choice of literature.
It went on to talk about how the professor had a wife and that even though he was in a relationship he still had feelings for his student. I was just about to get into chapter three when a ghostly pair of hands snatched the book from me.
"PEEVES!" I yelled glaring at the ghost. He laughed and glided towards the ceiling.
"You'll have to catch me," he said waving the book around. I headed up the stairs but each time I came close to reaching he turned in another direction. I was out of breath by the time I reached the top of the staircase, Peeves still waving the book around. He opened to the last page and started reading out loud.
"Though I knew it wasn't worth it I knew that if I tried it would have worked out," said Peeved and I glared at him.
"How dare you! Reading the last page spoils the whole thing!" I exclaimed but Peeves just went on.
"What a boring ending!" he cackled before taking hold of the page and ripping it clean from the book. I stared in horror as Peeves yanked out two more pages.
I charged at him but stopped dead when I heard the flap of fabric and saw the flow of black robes turn the corner in front of me. With Peeves back turned on him he would have never seen Snape come up behind him and grab a hold of the book.
"Get out of here Peeves," he said slowly, barely audible as he hardly moved his thin lips.
Peeves cackled as he disappeared through a wall. I ran to grab the torn sheets. I stood up and saw Snape with his hand out.
"Give me the papers," he said and I handed the papers to him, which he placed in the book and the took out his wand and tapped the tip against the side with the torn pages.
"Reparo," he muttered and the pages sparked golden dust before magically mending themselves back together.
"Thanks," I said has I reached for the book, but he shut it with his hand and glanced at the cover. His eyebrow raised slightly and he gave me the book back before swiftly passing by me. He stopped for a second and muttered something before walking down the stairs.
"Did he just say I'd look good in green?" I asked myself just as the bell went for next class.