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Hermione Granger and the Goblet of Fire
By ZeroRewind
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"Fred and George reckon they've got a solution of their own." Ron countered, looking smug as Harry was enjoying some treacle tart. "I've never met an obstacle those two couldn't go over."

Hermione rolled her eyes and didn't even dignify that.

"You do it then, if you're so smart!" Incensed, Ron turned away from Hermione and dove into his own food, his anger quickly washed away in the deluge of potatoes, meat and pumpkin juice.

Normally, Hermione would have written Ron's outburst off as typical Ron. The boy had been volatile, as of late.

Hermione wasn't stupid, of course. She noticed the way he looked at her, sometimes. She also noticed how he looked at Harry, as well.

Still, she thought, worrying her lip for a few moments as the trio began heading towards their next class: Transfiguration. I wonder if I actually could cheat the age line?

She had an answer in five minutes.

Hermione, despite her better judgment, fueled by a strange need to prove Ron that he was wrong, decided to do it.

Not now, she thought as she studiously, and meticulously took notes. Definitely not now. Tonight.

The day passed by slowly. Potions was as miserable as it always was. Defense Against the Dark Arts was insightful, and so disturbing— Hermione was certain the man wasn't all there. Why Professor Dumbledore would trust such a man with the well being of children was beyond her.

Then again, he'd entrusted them to Lockhart, in the past. It was all up in the air.

Eventually, day turned to night, and the students began to turn in— with a few mischievous exceptions, Hermione thought as she spied the Twins moving through one of the corridors.

They'd totally missed her, on account of her being invisible.

Snatching Harry's cloak had been all too easy. A quick Summoning Charm, and it was hers. Hermione made her way through the halls of Hogwarts at night. It pricked her conscience to do this, but she had to admit, Hogwarts Castle was even more beautiful under the moonlight.

She'd even felt her heart flutter with excitement. Hermione blushed with embarrassment, imagining Harry and Ron's amusement at the sheer thrill she'd experience by breaking a rule as simple as curfew. She could already imagine the teasing.

They'd certainly had their fair share of it over the years— a favorite of theirs being when she'd told them that being expelled was worse than being killed.

She huffed as she finally reached the Great Hall, the blue fire attracting her to the Goblet.

Like, as loathe as she was to even say it, moths to the flame, she approached the Goblet of Fire, stopping a foot away from Dumbledore's Age Line.

"There's no way this could work." Hermione muttered under the cloak, beginning to have second thoughts. "It would be too silly."

Then again, she'd always thought that wizards and witches substituted their common sense with magic. This could have been something even Professor Dumbledore could have ignored. His past track record wasn't very reassuring, she thought.

The mystery of the basilisk was her best example of this.

Let's see if this works. Hermione shook her thoughts off and unveiled the tools she would use to get past the Age Line, enlarging them with a spell.

It was a long stick with a slip of parchment attached to the end.

She stared at the Goblet for a few more moments, debating the ridiculousness of what she was about to do, before she nodded to herself.

Time to commit, Granger.

To her astonishment, the stick moved past the age line and into the blue fire. She watched as the slip of parchment burned in the flames, thus accepting her entry into the Tournament.

She pulled the stick back. It had been unburnt, but the parchment was gone.

She waited a few seconds for anything to happen. Half a minute. Two minutes.

Nothing.

It had worked.

Unbidden, a giggle escaped Hermione's mouth. This is ridiculous!

Of course, when she'd been named as the Hogwarts Champion, followed, surprisingly enough, by a fourth champion— Harry, because of course— she quickly grew mortified.

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