Thanks to my reviewers! To keep the pace good, I hope you don't mind I skiping a few things, and I forgot to mention that it will be in other people's POV'S besides Hermione, like Cedric, Harry, Ron, Cho ect. So I hope you like this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, or Hermione Granger, Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, I don't own anything ok? lol But I do own this plot! Ok, so I guess I do own something. And I'm chaning some things around, just to let you know! Don't hurt me!

Summary

Hermione has falen head over heals for everyone's Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory. Hermione fights for Cedric's effection, as he enters the Triwizard and his already big fan base grows. Will Hermione be Cedric's or kicked to the side? What about Viktor and Ron? Do they mean anything to her? Or is she too into Cedric to notice how much they've fallen for her? Will one of her best friends betray her by dating Cedric when she knows how much she's into him? Just another year in the life of Hermione Jane Granger.

Chapter two: The Champions.

HERMIONE'S POV:


"Hope it's Angelina," Fred Weasley said to Hermione, Ron and Hermione as they sat down facing him

"So do I!" Hermione said breathlessly. "Well, we'll know soon!" In truth Hermione truely wanted Cedric to be the Hogwarts champion, but she knew there was a risk of him getting hurt, or worse...killed.

"Bets!" Lee Jordan yelled. "Hermione what'll you bet?"

"I'm not," Hermione said, crossing her arms and giving Lee a look

"Come on! You don't have to bet much, I've got some Hufflepuff down for galleon it's Diggory!" Lee said checking a slip of parchment

"You shouldn't be taking bets anyway!" Hermione said sterny

"Come on! Not even a galleon or two?"

"Fine! Er, 20 that it's Diggory," Hermione said rolling her eyes, as Lee eagerly wrote down her bet

"You aren't betting it's Angleina?" Harry asked, shocked.

"I don't care, Harry, I even bet 12 to Diggory," Angelina said, shrugging

"You bet against yourself?" Ron asked, completly shocked

"I don't care who get's in as long it's not a Slytherin,"

"You'll both regret your bets," George said.

"We'll know soon,"

Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make it's decision," He said. "I estimate it requires one more minute. Now when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber-" He pointed to a door behind the staff table- "where they will recieve their first instructions."

He waved his wand and all the candels, expecpt the ones inside the pumkins wen out, leaving them in a state of semidarkness. Hermione took a breath and watched the Goblet of Fire, as it shone more brightly then ever, the sparkling blue light, and the flams were very painful on her eyes and she closed them and turned her head towards the end of the table, only to turn it back to the staff table when she heard:

"Any second now," Lee whispered, he was about three seats away from here, she couldn't tell.

The Goblert's flames turned red again and sparks began to fly from it. The next moment, a tounge of flam shot into the air, a charred peice a paper came fulltering out if it. Hermione let out a gasp.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it at arms legnth so he could read the name on it, the Goblet's flames had turned blue-white again.

"The champion for Drumstrang is," He said in a strong clear voice

"Viktor Krum," Hermione and Harry whispered together

"Will be Viktor Krum." Dumbledore finished

"No surises there!" Ron yelled as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Viktor Krum rose from the Slytherin table and slouched up toward Dumbledore, he turned and walked along the staff table and walked through the door into the chamber.

"Bravo Viktor!" Karkaroff said so loudly that everyone could hear him over the cheering "Knew you had it in you!"

"The champion got Beauxbatons," Dumbledore said, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"Hey, Ron, it's her!" Harry said, pointing to the girl who Ron said was a veela stood up gracefully, shook her silvery blond hair back, and swept between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables.

"Oh look, they're all disppointed," Hermione said, over the noise, nodding towards the Beauxbatons party, a girl who hadn't been picked, put her head in her arms and started sobbing into them.

When Fleur had vasished through into the chamber, silence fell. The Hogwarts champion was next...

The Goblet turned red once more and sparks showered out of it, the tounge of flame shot into the air and Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment from it.

Cedric, please say 'Cedric Diggory', please Hermione thought

"The Hogwarts champion is," Dumbledore called "Cedric Diggory!"

Hermione let out a sigh of relif as Cedric, grinning, headed toward the chamber behind the teacher's chamber.

Yes, Thought Hermione Nothing can go wrong tonight

Boy was she wrong, becaue the Golbet turned red and the tounge of flames shot up again. Hermione's brow contracted together. There was only three champions. Dumbledore seemed to be thinking the same thing as he, face full of confusion, cleared his throat and read out-

"Harry Potter."


Ok, chapter two done!