Author's Note: This vignette is right the second task in Goblet of Fire. Told from the viewpoint of one of my fav characters.


Oh, and, please be kind, this is my first vignette story.





My Herm-i-own-ninny






It's only a few minutes out of the water, after my girlfriend's caught her breath. I stay firmly by her side, watching the Hogwarts nurse checking her pulse. It's minutes after I'd been able to save my dear's life that I've found out there was no risk at all.

To like and lose.

Every minute I was swimming in the water was another minute towards losing the girl I'd admired over the past year. While I was swimming, I knew nothing of her safe incapacitation while under the water; all I figured was the need to save her.

Her. Not only the brilliant one, top in her class. Not only Harry Potter's best friend, and hopefully not his interest. She's the person I can't forget, my one focus from last Fall to now.

I think of inviting her to my town, with a pleasant mountain sight, second only to that of my girlfriend.

I stare at her lightly, flashing my truest smile, then noticing mine is not reflected. Of course, I realize her thoughts are focused on Harry, who's not submerged from the water yet. Cedric and Cho were out of the water earlier.

Harry. The Boy Who Lived could be the boy who likes my own interest. I instantly fear I'd become the Boy Who Lost if this is so. Of course, I do understand Harry for his many qualities; I'm just worried of being his...rival...

I try to stifle the coldness in my voice as I note "reassuringly" to Hermione my thought: "He will be out of the water soon." I know Harry will be of course...

Wait, there he is, out of the water with Ronald and the silver-haired girl that was probably Fleur's sister. Everyone starts cheering, and I notice myself caught up in the spirit. Then I see my interest running over to Harry.

I'm instantly caught up in thought, mostly of the surly kind. Harry, once again, has captured the interest of mine.

I sigh and stay off to the side, making myself unnoticeable, which at the moment is simple with the cheering on the new Hogwarts hero.

I then think back to asking her to my town. Wait, maybe...it's a little too awkward now.

I sigh, and cast her and I aside after the Fleur's emerged from the water.

Here, I take a breath, and begin to speak, "I was thinking..."

I hope she's not with Harry. I hope...she's still my Her-my-own-ninny.