Author's Note: Yo. I've decided that my chapters are going to be slightly shorter, but I'll be posting more often. Fair enough??

Anywhos, this chapter is pretty corny, boring and cheesy, 'specially the SasuSaku 'moment' I managed to squeeze in.

And as for one of my reviewers, an anonymous one named 'dan', said that 'too many people like sakura its sasuxsaku not sakuxeveryone else' and 'this story is --' as quoted, I seriously feel like tearing out your intestines and stuffing them up your pathetic ass. I'm terribly sorry for being vulgar, but really, what the hell is his problem?? It's labelled as SasuSaku because in the end, Sasuke ends up with Sakura, nutjob! I have no idea what that '--' meant, nor do I want to know. All I know is that I seriously want to rip your guts out and feed it to Sasuke's fangirls.

Okay. That aside...

Hope you guys enjoy!! XD ( I know I have a really bad temper. Ha ha ha...)

Come on everybody stand up
Agero kyou ichiban no jikan da
Me ni mo tomoran no speed wo handa
Dare mo nobinattori ko kanba yeah

Come on everybody hands up
Mata ashita no heroes wa comeback
Tsuujou kazoe hibi wo countdown
Let's go, 3-2-1 make some noise!!

"How in the freaking hell did Sakura get chosen as a Triwizard fourth champion?" muttered Sasuke, running his hand through his raven spikes. Naruto plopped, face-down, onto Sasuke's bed which Sasuke was sitting cross-legged on.

"Don't do that on my bed," sneered Sasuke half-heartedly. Neji sighed. He sat on the edge of the bed, a frown etched on his handsome features.

Ron was lying on his bed, a weird and uncharacteristic look on his heavily freckled face. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone since Harry got chosen. Shouldn't he be at the party downstairs, celebrating Harry's so-called success?

"Yo, Ron!" said Naruto suddenly, lifting his head up. Ron slowly glanced up at the blonde. "Shouldn't you be down in the common room with the rest?!"

"I could ask you the same thing," replied Ron, voice underlined with something that was not of his character.

The dormitory door burst open, and a disheveled looking Harry stumbled in, a Gryffindor banner draped around him like a cloak. Sasuke, Naruto, Neji and Ron looked up when he slammed the door behind him.

"Where've you been?" Harry said.

"Oh, hello," said Ron.

He was grinning, but it looked very odd, strained sort of grin. Harry hastened to take the banner off him, but it was knotted very tightly. Ron lay on the bed without moving, watching Harry struggle to remove it.

The ninjas in the room remained silent, observing with their shinobi-trained eyes.

"So," Ron said, once Harry got the banner off him and clutched it in his hand, ready to throw it at something. "Congratulations."

"What d'you mean, congratulations?" said Harry, staring at Ron. There was definitely something weird with the way he was smiling; it was more like a grimace.

"Well… no one else got across the Age Line… Besides Sakura, of course," said Ron, almost spitting out the last part. "Not even Fred and Geogre. What did you use? The Invisibility Cloak?"

"The Invisibility Cloak wouldn't have gotten me over that line," said Harry slowly.

"Oh, right," said Ron. "I thought you might've told me if it was the Cloak… because it would've covered both of us, wouldn't it? But you found another way, did you?"

"Listen, I didn't put my name in that Goblet. Someone else must've done it."

Ron raised his eyebrows. "What would they do that for?"

Harry shrugged.

Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.

"It's ok, you know, you can tell me the truth," he said. "If you don't want everyone else to know, fine, but I don't know why you're bothering to lie. You didn't get in trouble for that did you? That friend of the Fat Lady, she told us that Dumbledore's letting you enter, along with Sakura. A thousand Galleons prize money, eh? And you don't have to do end-of-year tests either…"

"I didn't put my name in that Goblet! And neither did Sakura!" said Harry, starting to feel angry.

"Yeah, ok," said Ron, skeptically. "Only you said this morning you'd have done it last night, and no one would've seen you. I'm not stupid, you know."

"You're doing a really good impression of it," snapped Harry.

Ron was getting on his last nerves.

"Yeah?" said Ron, and there was no trace of a grin forced or otherwise, on his face now. "You want to get to bed, Harry. I expect you'll need to be up early tomorrow for a photocall or something."

That's it. That was his last nerve.

"If you're so bloody desperate to become a Triwizard Champion, why don't you just go run to Dumbledore like the pathetically stupid baby you are?! Maybe, if you look smart enough, he'll let you take over my place as the Hogwarts Champion!!" yelled Harry, throwing the Gryffindor banner at Ron's face, rage powering his throw. Ron's face turned bright red; always a danger sign.

"And why the hell would I even want to take over the place of an attention-seeking prat?!" shouted Ron, looking furious.

"How would I know what goes on in that small brain of yours?! Oh, wait, it's too small for anything to go on!" Harry snapped back viciously. Ron's face turned a violent shade of scarlet.

"Why you!"

And then he pounced on Harry, fist landing on Harry's jaw. Upon instinct, Harry lashed out a foot, catching Ron in the stomach. Ron drew back a fist, and without thinking, smashed it onto Harry's stomach.

"Holy cr- !" cursed Naruto, before jumping off the bed, along with Sasuke and Neji.

"Oi, oi!! Break it up!" yelled Naruto helplessly. Sasuke's ninja instincts kicked in.

"Get Ron, I'll get Harry," he said, Naruto nodded.

"OI!" bellowed Neji. "Tch. Damnit! PROTEGO!!"

Everything happened within the blink of an eye. Sasuke had grabbed Harry by the collar, and slammed him onto a wall, Naruto doing likewise for Ron. And not a moment too soon, a transparent and shiny sphere expanded from the middle of the room, separating the two wizards, who were currently restrained by the ninjas on opposite sides of the room. Neji stood in the middle, wand out.

"I never wanted all these, Ron!! So don't be an idiot and think that I do!!" Harry shouted across the room to Ron, struggling against Sasuke, who was clutching his shirt collar tightly, pressing him against the cool stone wall.

Ron didn't say anything. He violently tugged his shirt out of Naruto's grasp, jumped onto his bed, and wrenched the hangings shut around his four-poster, leaving Harry, Sasuke, Naruto and Neji standing there, staring at the dark velvet curtains.

Harry growled and roughly wrenched his shirt out of Sasuke's hand, throwing his robes unceremoniously onto the ground next to his bed just as Neji undid his spell.

He looked back at the dark velvet curtains of Ron's bed.

He'd been so sure. So sure.

He'd been so sure, that Ron would have believed him.

Turns out he was wrong.

Sakura woke up with a start. Sitting upright, she ripped open the hangings around her bed. Hermione's bed was next to hers, and said person was sound asleep, back facing her.

Running a hand through her pink locks, she grabbed a random shirt and put it on over her night top. A familiar and masculine scent engulfed her. She looked down at the shirt; Sasuke's shirt.

Sakura had a habit of keeping and wearing her team mates' shirts. Currently, she had Naruto's, Sasuke's, Kakashi's, Shikamaru's and Neji's. They were just more comfortable than her own, even if they were much too oversized for her.

Giggling silently, she slipped her small feet into the fuzzy bunny slippers and walked towards the dormitory door. Without making a sound, she began her descend down the spiraling stairs which led to the common room.

The sight that met her jade gaze surprised her. Sasuke was sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, where the fire was roaring. One arm was resting on one raised knee, while the other leg dangled off the front of the couch. A comfortable-looking blanket was draped over his well-muscled shoulders. His obsidian eyes stared straight ahead, angular face illuminated with the light emitted from the fire.

He looked up when Sakura padded softly towards him.

"Can I sit here?" she asked softly, looking at the fire instead of meeting Sasuke's piercing gaze. Sasuke remained silent for a moment, before nodding.

They spent a very long moment staring at the fire after Sakura settled down next to Sasuke.

"Is that my shirt?" asked Sasuke suddenly.

"Huh? Oh… yeah," replied Sakura.

"What are you doing out of bed so late?" questioned Sasuke rather impassively.

"Can't sleep," Sakura said with a shrug of her small shoulders. Sasuke scrutinized her for a moment, before turning back to the fire.

"How'd did you get chosen as a Champion?" Sakura knew that was coming.

"I don't know, and neither does Harry," she replied, hoping that Sasuke believes her. He simply nodded, raven bangs swaying slightly.

"Moody thinks someone else put our names in the Goblet, knowing that we'd have to compete if we got chosen. He says that maybe that someone wants us to die trying to get through the Tournament," Sakura continued. Emerald and obsidian orbs stared at the fire instead of each other. Sasuke pondered for a moment, before nodding again.

"That Karkaroff guy seems odd. There's something strange about him. Something dark," said Sasuke.

"Hm… Yeah. I agree."

"So what's the first task?"

"H-huh? Oh! The first task, right… er… They didn't revealed what exactly we'll be facing. They only said it's got something to do with courage and facing things unknown beforehand."

Sasuke's eyes suddenly glinted with something unfamiliar as he whirled his head around to face her. "So you don't know what you're facing?"

"Uh… Yeah…"

Sasuke's dark brows furrowed. He studied her for some time before turning back to the fire. Sakura raised a delicate eyebrow at his actions.

Silence followed. No one moved, until Sakura suddenly shivered, and brought her arms around herself to keep herself warm. It was a cold night.

Movement on her right caught her eyes; Sasuke had just lifted part of the blanket with an arm, as though making space for her. Sasuke closed his beautiful onyx eyes.

"You want to join or not?" he said monotonously, not opening his eyes. Sakura blinked.

"Y-you sure?" she stuttered.

"Just get here."

Sakura blushed and scooted nearer to the lean form of the Sharingan wielder. Her blush intensified as she leaned closer to his torso, and Sasuke's arm placed itself over her shoulders. His scent was almost intoxicating, in a good way, of course. Sakura found herself feeling very comfortable in that position; Sasuke's arm resting on a raised knee, while the other arm was draped over her shoulders as she leaned against his warm body.

Her eyelids were getting heavy; she was sleepy.

"Sasuke…" whispered Sakura drowsily into his chest.

"Hn," replied Sasuke, looking down at the pink-haired kunoichi as she nuzzled her face on his chest.

"Thank you…"

And she fell asleep, snuggled comfortably on Sasuke. Sasuke looked at her peaceful face as she slept soundly, and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. She looked so adorable at that moment.

Unconsciously, Sasuke gently brush a strand of pink hair from her forehead.

"You're welcome."

When Harry woke up on Sunday morning, it took him a moment to remember why he felt so miserable and worried. Then the memory of the previous night rolled over him. He sat up and ripped back to curtains of his own four-poster, only to stifle a yell and roll off his bed, bringing the blankets with him.

"What the hell is Sakura doing on Sasuke's bed?!" exclaimed Harry breathlessly from the carpeted ground. There was a soft groan, and Neji rolled to his side, opening his silver eyes a slit. Not a moment too soon, his eyes widened and he quickly brought up the blankets to his bare chest.

"What's she doing here?!" Neji demanded, pearl eyes wide. "And is that Sasuke's shirt she's wearing?" he added.

Even with all this ruckus, Naruto was still snoring.

The dormitory door opened, and ambled in Sasuke.

"What?" he said nonchalantly when he noticed Neji and Harry staring at him, hair all disheveled.

"What's she doing here, Uchiha?" growled Neji, indicating to the sleeping kunoichi. "And in your shirt?"

"She fell asleep in the common room, Hyuuga. I couldn't possibly leave her there nor could I go to the Girls' dormitory. And she has one of your shirts, too, you know," explained Sasuke, sounding annoyed.

"She does? Damn. It must've been my favourite shirt…" muttered Neji.

"All your shirts look the same, Hyuuga." Neji snarled at the Uchiha.

There were a few loud snores, and Naruto woke up. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he glanced at Sakura and yawned widely.

"Oi. Hot stuff, wake up. You're always supposed to be up earlier than me," said Naruto tiredly, nudging the sleeping kunoichi gently.

"Hot stuff?" inquired Harry. He was still on the ground.

"I do not want to know," said Neji resolutely.

"Neither do I, Hyuuga," said Sasuke. "Neither do I."

The prospect of going own into the Great Hall and facing the Gryffindors, all treating Harry and Sakura like some sort of hero and heroine, seemed like such a swell idea. Excluding the part where the rest of the school were out to murder them.

Therefore, Sakura, Sasuke, Naruto, Neji, Harry and Hermione went out to the grounds for a walk. Hermione had brought some toast up for the ninjas and Harry to share.

Harry told Hermione exactly what happened after he left the Gryffindor table the other night as Naruto munched on the toast and the other ninjas listened carefully.

To his immense relief, she believed him without question.

"What about you, Sakura?" questioned the bushy-haired girl.

"I didn't put my name in," Sakura deadpanned. Hermione raised an eyebrow. Then she nodded.

"Of course. The look on your face when your name got called," she smiled. Sakura forced a smile to her face.

"Have you seen Ron?" Harry asked abruptly.

"Erm… yes… he was at breakfast. And is that a bruise on your cheek, Harry?" she asked apprehensively, attempting to look at the wound closer, but Harry tried to hide it from her.

"I-it's nothing, Hermione," Harry said hastily.

"Nothing? Who're you kidding? It took all three of us to stop you and Ron from tearing out each other's guts," said Naruto with his mouth full.

"You two were fighting?" asked Hermione incredulously. Harry didn't reply.

Sakura sighed.

"C'mere," she said, beckoning him towards her. He obliged, confused. Then, with a brush of her fingertips against his bruise, it was healed.

"H-how'd you - ?" stammered Hermione, then halted. She grabbed Harry's arm, and said, "Come on, Harry. I think we should write to Siri – I mean, Snuffles. He'd want to know about this."

Without waiting for an answer, Hermione practically hauled him across the grounds and into the castle, leaving behind four perplexed Konoha shinobi.

"We're supposed to write to Kakashi," said Neji unexpectedly as they were on their way back to the Great Hall.

"What? Oh. Right. The weekly report," said Sakura with a roll of her jade eyes.

"So, which owl do we use?" Neji asked once they reached the Owlery. There was a rustle of feathers, and Sora landed on Neji's shoulder.

"Whatever," said Sasuke. Neji took a quill and a piece of parchment from his bag and began writing:

Kakashi,

The past week in this school has been really great and all. Really. Nothing weird happened. Naruto still eats like a bottomless pit, even though he hasn't been eating ramen for the past week. That's an improvement. Impossible, but still an improvement. Sasuke's still got a stick up his arse. (Sasuke: So do you, Hyuuga.) And Sakura's doing perfectly fine. Really.

Harry got chosen as the Hogwarts Triwizard Champion.

So… yeah. That's about it.

Oh, and Sakura got chosen as the fourth Triwizard Champion.

-Neji

"… Do you seriously call that a mission report, Hyuuga?" questioned Sasuke after he read the letter over Sakura's shoulder.

"Well, yes. I mean, no… Whatever."

"Damn it. I miss my ramen. Can you tell Kaka-sensei to send over some ramen?!" exclaimed Naruto hopefully, azure eyes big and sparkly. Sakura smacked her forehead and snatched the quill from Neji's hand. She scribbled Naruto's request on the piece of parchment and quickly tied the scroll securely onto Sora's leg.

"Send it to Hatake Kakashi, in Konoha," whispered Sakura to the bird. Sora nipped her finger gently, and with a reassuring hoot, it took off.

"So… You guys think we can still make it for breakfast?" inquired Naruto innocently.

Sakura, Sasuke and Neji groaned.

Author's Note: Again, sorry if it's boring and corny and cheesy and stuff. But I'm a little pissed right now.

-sigh-

Well, review if you wanna. :)

Till next chapter!