Cassius Warrington was facing a Swedish short snout. It was silvery blue. Pansy's nails are digging in my arm. Greg also looks a bit pained and I see Hermione is harshly holding his arm. I hope fervently that our plan is as fullproof as we were trying to convince Pansy it was, without telling it to her.

Cassius looks uncertain. The dragon breathes brilliant blue flames. I can feel the heat of it in my seat and am sure that even while it was not even directed at Cassius it would have been painfully hot.

"Morsus Ariolimax," He says. I feel nausea arising in my stomach. The dragon looks unaffected and ready to breathe fire, but instead four yellow slug are puked up. It roars in rage and confusion. It looks menacingly at a beyond relieved Cassius, who then summons the egg. The dragon then tries to burn him down again, puking up sixteen slugs. Pansy's grip loosens. He almost catches the egg: the dragons tries again: twenty-one slug. I cheer loudly. He catches the egg. Then the dragon succeeds: its majestic bright-blue flames burn everything away. However Cassius already left the cage.

Pansy takes off towards Cassius. I breathe in deeply. I did not kill him yet by entering him into the competition. Next was Fleur Delacour, who charmed her dragon, a common Welch, to sleep. Next Victor Krum, who blinded its dragon. Lastly Potter, who summoned his broom and outflew it. Cassius and Potter tied first place, Viktor second and Fleur third, as Fleur was charred lightly and Victor's dragon had crushed some of her eggs.

A few days later during transfiguration, professor McGonagall announces that the yule ball is fastly approaching and that the champions need to find a date to open the evening with a dance. Vin a few days later is looking pointingly at me. "Are you going to keep postponing it?"

"What do you mean?" I say defensively.

He rolls his eyes at me. "You should ask someone to the ball. If you wait too long the one you want is taken."

"I don't know what you mean," I say, crossing my arms.

"Of course you don't," Vin says. "You would definitely not mind Potter taking Ginny to the ball."

I glare. "He is not taking her."

"Why is that?" Vin says.

"He likes Cho," I scoff, "He is ogling her again."

Vin raises an eyebrow at me.

"Besides, don't you like her?" I ask hesitantly.

Vin smirks. "Oh come on, that was in second year! Me and Gin are friends."

I swallow, maybe I will ask her. "Who are you taking then?"

"Millicent," He says. "Now it's your turn,"

He then leaves as Ginny and Astoria walk past. "Hey! Hey- wait up," I exclaim as I see them. Why is Ginny always surrounded by friends? "What class are you heading to?"

Astoria giggles. "Charms."

"Shouldn't you head to class as well?" Ginny interrupts.

"Yeah," I say, feeling dejected. "Yeah, I will see you around I guess." I want to walk away, then Neville Longbottom hesitantly says hi to Ginny. "Would you like to go to the ball with me?"

Ginny looks surprised for a second. "Oh I am so sorry Neville! I already accepted to go with someone else and I had not expected.. Well, otherwise I would be too young to go if no one would go with me and.."

Neville blushes brightly and scurries away. I feel a stone drop on my stomach: she already had a date! Later in the common room I walk towards Astoria. "Be my date," I say fairly confident, "For the ball."

She giggles and agrees to go with me. At least I have someone nice to go with. Astoria was pretty as well. She had a slender body and was tiny. She had long blond hair, a heart-shaped face and kind eyes that were nice to look at after a tiring day. She always sported a shy smile.