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Here's the next chapter! I know it's been a while but with work and school and everything it just took longer than I thought to get the next chapter up.

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"Are you going to meet them?" Ron asked as the trio walked down the stairs towards the Great Hall.

"We've discussed it and we will meet them but we have a few stipulations ourselves," Hermione told him.

"Like what?"Ron asked as they descended the stairway towards the Ravenclaw Common Room so they could meet Luna.

"Luna gets to be there because the article is going…"Harry started.

"…is going in the Quibbler. Is there anything remotely unpredictable about you?" Ron joked as Harry playfully shoved him, "Oh come on. You did this 5th year and you've never really liked the prophet since Skeeter."

"They haven't given me a reason to like them," Harry said simply as they waited outside. Luna joined them a few minutes later and while they walked to the Great Hall, they told Luna the plan.

"I would love to be there. I wonder if it's that Skeeter woman from before, she's always been out to get you," Luna said as they sat down.

"I wouldn't put it past her," Harry told her as Hermione started heaping eggs on everyone's plates. Ron divided up the bacon and sausage and dug in. They ate in silence for a few minutes, until Ginny and Malfoy joined them.

"Good morning," Malfoy said as he sat next to Ginny and grabbed a piece of toast.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked, Luna kicked him under the table but he ignored it looking at the Slytherin.

"I can't eat over there and this is the only table that's somewhat friendly," Malfoy told him simply. Ginny rubbed his back before tackling the heap of food Ron put on her plate.

"So what time is the interview?" Ron asked.

"Noon," Hermione answered as she took a sip of pumpkin juice. She tried not to be nervous but she couldn't help it. Being friends with Harry put her in the spotlight more than she wanted and when they started dating she knew that when people found out she would get bombarded with the press.

"We don't have to do this. We can wait," Harry whispered to her and she smiled. Of course Harry would know she was nervous; as well as she could read him, he could read her.

"No, I'm ready. You're worth the sacrifice, I just don't like the press," Hermione whispered quietly, not looking Harry in the eye. She gently closed her eyes to try to block the noise out and a few seconds later she felt a pair of arms encircle her.

"You're worth the sacrifice too. We can call this off and I can meet whoever wrote the letter and tell them to leave me alone. We can continue the secret, Hermione, I don't mind. You're worth it," Harry whispered and Hermione chuckled.

"We really were made for each other weren't we? We're doing the interview Harry, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

"I know. I know all too well, but I know," Harry said and he kissed the top of her head.

***

"What's she doing here?" Skeeter asked as Harry, Hermione and Luna walked up to her. True to her word, Skeeter was standing in front of the Durmstrang ship.

"Remember in 5th year? We put your article in the Quibbler?" Harry asked and Rita pursed her lips together.

"I can't do that boy. I have an obligation to The Prophet," Skeeter told the trio but Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine. We'll give the interview to Luna. I'm sure your boss will love that you passed up the interview of a lifetime," Harry said as he turned his back and Hermione and Luna started to follow him.

"Wait! What about a co-release? Both the Quibbler and The Prophet get the interview," Skeeter offered.

"Quibbler gets to release the interview 3 days before The Prophet," Harry bartered and Skeeter nodded.

"Fine. 3 days. Are you happy?" Rita spat as she conjured a chair for herself and sat down. Harry followed suit and conjured a chair for himself, Hermione, and Luna.

"Ecstatic," Harry answered as he sat down.

"Can we do the interview now?" Rita asked and the three nodded. She pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill (which Hermione nodded at with satisfaction) and poised to write.

"What do you want to know?" Harry asked as he leaned back, ready for the interview.

***

"So how'd it go?" Ron asked as the trio trudged in the Gryffindor Common Room 4 hours later. It was amazing, even to Hermione, how many questions one person could ask. It felt like Skeeter was writing a book, not an article. After the interview, Hermione made Rita promise that she would send the completed article to the Quibbler before printing it in The Prophet.

"I don't think I've ever answered so many questions and I've taken practice NEWTS," Hermione said as she fell into Harry's lap.

"Practice NEWTS? Hermione, that's…that's just odd," Ginny said as she watched with a grin, "You act like you've run from here to Surry and back. Was it that exhausting?"

"Yes but it's also like a weight's been lifted off. We don't have to hide anymore," Harry answered as he stroked Hermione's hair.

"When does the article come out?" Ron asked.

"Tomorrow. She had already written most of it and she's owling the completed article to Luna's father before 6," Hermione answered.

"Tomorrow the world knows. How do you feel about that?" Ginny asked in a mock reporter's voice.

"Relieved," Harry answered and all 5 of them laughed.

"What kind of questions did she ask?" Ginny questioned.

"How long had we been together…"

"How long had we had feelings for each other…"

"Why keep it a secret…"

"What does the future look like for us…"

"Are we getting married…"

"What'd you say to that?" Ron asked, interrupting the barrage of questions Harry and Hermione were ticking off.

"I said marriage was defiantly in our future but not until we're out of school. I still want to be an Auror…"

"And I want to complete my Healer training before we get married," Hermione finished and Harry nodded.

"How many questions did she ask?" Ron asked.

"I lost count after 30 but they did take their time with some of the questions," Luna said and Ron's jaw dropped.

"She asked 30 questions? I know you're interesting but I don't even think I can come up with 30 questions to ask you," Ginny said, slowly shaking her head.

"Apparently we're very thought provoking," Harry joked and Hermione jabbed him in the rib.

"The article was over 2 pages long but I'm sure she's going to cut most of down. I really don't think people want to read a 2 page article about us," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Well we'll know tomorrow. I have to get going, I promised Draco I would meet him in the library, he's helping me with my Charms homework," Ginny said as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"Have fun!" Hermione called to her and Ron shot her a death glare.

"I will," Ginny said, staring directly at Ron with a sinister smile on her face. She turned around and climbed out of the portrait hole.

***

"Sorry I'm late," Ginny whispered to the blonde Slytherin as she slid into the seat next him. The table in front of her was piled high with books, most of them thick dusty tomes that looked like they hadn't been used in centuries.

"It's alright. I've found some books that I thought might help you with your essay. These are about the origins of Charms and these are about Charms in Rome, Egypt, Greece and Italy," Draco said, pointing to a pick of books on each subject.

"You do know I've already done my essay?" Ginny said as she moved closer to her boyfriend.

"I was hoping you had finished it. I just wanted to be prepared," Draco said as he pulled Ginny closer and moved the books so they were hidden from the piercing eyes of the librarian.

"Well, we do have another 2 hours before dinner. What would you like to do Mr. Malfoy?" Ginny whispered as she lightly kissed his jaw.

"I think you already know Mrs. Weasley," he whispered huskily before claiming her lips with his.

***

"Are you ready?" Harry asked Ron who was bouncing up and down in his seat.

"Last time this Tournament took place my best friend was illegally entered and someone died. I've heard stories about the real Tournament and I can't wait for a real show," he said as he checked his watch once more. Dinner was over and everyone was waiting for the stroke of 9 for the Goblet to make its decision.

"So, did any of you enter?" Draco asked and everyone shook their heads.

"Not one of us entered?" Luna asked and again everyone shook their heads.

"I promised you I wouldn't," Ron told Luna, "And I didn't."

"I don't want any more attention. The article tomorrow will be enough to last a lifetime," Harry told them.

"I'm sick of competition," Hermione simply stated.

"We promised each other we wouldn't enter," Ginny answered for herself and Draco. Ron laughed.

"You do realize the six people that have the best chance of actually winning are the six people that didn't enter?" Ron continued to laugh, causing everyone around him to smile.

"It is funny, in one of those non funny ways," Draco commented, a wry smile on his face. Without warning the lights dimmed and Ron looked at his watch one more time.

"It's time," he said gleefully as Dumbledore stood in front of the Goblet.

"We have about a minute until the Champions are chosen. When your name is called if you will step into the office to my right and remember if your name is chosen you cannot back out. It's a binding magical agreement and you have to participate," Dumbledore said, looking at the filled Great Hall and then looked expectantly back at the Goblet. Suddenly the flames changed color and a burnt piece of paper shot 20 feet into the air before floating back into Dumbledore's out-stretched hand.

"What school do you think it is?" Ron whispered and Harry shrugged.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons is Claire DeRaie," Dumbledore said and from the Ravenclaw table a girl stood up and walked into the waiting room. The applause quickly died down as the flame changed color once more and another piece of parchment shot up into the sky.

"The Champion for Durmstrang is Andrew Duren," Dumbledore yelled over the thunderous applause as Andrew stood and received slaps on the back and high-fives from his classmates.

"The next one is Hogwarts," Hermione whispered as Andrew disappeared behind the wooden door. It was a full 30 seconds before the piece of parchment erupted from the Goblet which died down and stood gleaming, as if illuminated by it's own light source.

Dumbledore caught the parchment but didn't read the name. He looked at it for a second, holding it up to a light and turning it around, before calling Professor McGonagall over.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked as several of the teachers and the three judges started looking at the slip of paper.

"I don't know but something happened," Harry told him as he craned his neck to get a better look. Dumbledore went back to the podium and everyone quieted to hear what the commotion was about.

"The Champions for Hogwarts are Mr. Dursley, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley. Will the four gentlemen join me?" Dumbledore added in a slightly curt voice.

"You didn't put your name in the Goblet did you?" Hermione hissed but her eyes wide with fear.

"I was with you all day and I never wanted to participate," Harry said as he stood and numbly walked forward, flanked by Ron and Malfoy. Dudley came up and walked side-by-side with Harry when he met them at the end of the table but Harry never reacted, his mind was going every different direction. He fell back to join Draco and Ron's hasty discussion.

"You didn't put your name in, did you?" Ron whispered and Harry shook his head.

"Did he?" Draco asked, motioning to Dudley who was striding with pride towards the door.

"I don't know why he would. He has no idea what the Tournament is about but I wouldn't put it past him," Harry whispered, "Did either of you put your name in the Goblet?" both Ron and Draco shook their head.

"Well this has never happened before," Dumbledore said calmly, looking at the four as they walked through the doors.

"Dumbledore, this happened in Harry's 4th year, no? What if he is behind it?" Krum said and Harry shot him an appreciative look.

"No. Voldemort is gone but this is quite disturbing. Harry, Ron, Draco; did you put your name in the Goblet?" Dumbledore looked each in the eye and all three shook their heads.

"I did," Dudley said, raising his hand making himself look like an idiot.

"You put your name in the Goblet?" Harry rounded on him.

"Yeah. It's a competition isn't it? And I'm of age so why can't I enter?" Dudley said as he looked Harry in the eye.

"It's a magical competition you fool! You don't even have first year training, how can you think of entering?" Harry yelled, "And you entered my name! Do you even realize how illegal that is?"

"I didn't enter your name. I just entered mine. I don't need your help with this," Dudley said but Dumbledore cut him off.

"It seems the Goblet has been tricked again. Harry, do you remember every moment of today? Every little moment?" Dumbledore asked and Harry thought for a moment before nodding. He asked the same question to Ron and Draco, both saying the same thing.

"What does this mean Dumbledore?" Krum asked.

"I don't know but everyone off to bed. This problem will not be solved tonight," Dumbledore told everyone.

"But sir! I don't want to compete and I don't think Luna will…" Ron started but Dumbledore held his hand up.

"Mr. Weasley I understand the severity of upsetting Mrs. Lovegood but your name came out of the Goblet and it's a binding contract. You must compete. I will talk with the six of you tomorrow at a more convenient time. Good night," Dumbledore said and he walked out into the Great Hall and dismissed the rest of the school.

***

"You said you wouldn't enter!" Ginny shrieked as they all walked out of the Great Hall half an hour after it was emptied.

"I didn't!" Draco said once more, "I promised you I wouldn't and I didn't! I don't know how my name ended up in that Goblet!"

"We can argue about this or we can help. If Dumbledore doesn't know who did this then we can't fight because that's what they probably want. We have to stick together," Hermione said as they reached the staircase.

"I agree," Harry said.

"Why don't we meet tomorrow at the pitch, we'll have privacy there," Draco offered and everyone agreed and parted ways.

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"What does this mean?" Minerva asked as she watched Dumbledore pouring over several books and checking his silver instruments.

"I don't know. I know Voldemort isn't alive, Harry did kill him last year but this…what does it mean?" Dumbledore said as he slammed one of the books closed. He sat down behind his desk and massaged his temples.

"Maybe it wasn't such a fabulous idea bringing the Dursley boy," Minerva said as she walked up to his desk and placed a reassuring arm around him.

"No, it had to be done. The prophecy said…"

"You were the one who told me not to trust prophecies so why trust this one?" Minerva cut him off.

"Because I've seen what happens if we don't trust it," Dumbledore said, looking her in the eye.

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Cliff hanger! I've gotten good at these :)

Okay, so if you want to know what happens I need 20 reviews. Count them T-W-E-N-T-Y. More would be best. I have the next part written but I won't update until I get 20. I told you I would resort to this if I didn't see more reviews so if you like the story, review!