Ok I'm back with another 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.
BEFORE THE LAST CHAPTER RON'S POV
"Harry Potter." Dumbledore read. Ron frowned, had his best friend entered without telling him how? They both could have entered together, Ron crossed his arms and looked at Harry, who looked positivly shocked. Dumbeldore cleared his throat and said, "Harry Potter, up here please!" Hermione whispered go and gave Harry a push between the shoulders.
Ron didn't show his anger as Harry stood up and slowly and awkardly made his way into the second chamber behind the staff table. As soon as Harry disapeard, whispers broke out, from Hufflepuff, to Slytherin, Drumstrang to Beauxbatons. Everyone was asking the same question "How did this happen?"
"Hermione, do you think Harry entered himself?" Ron asked, not making eye contact with her, ears reddening. Hermione looked just as surpised as Harry and struggeled with herself for a second, before taking a shacky breath and saying, "I know he didn't, you saw his face, he was just as surprised as us! Y-You..." She took another breath "...You dont' think he did, do you?"
Ron, glanced at her then to Fred and George who were discussing what had happend and they were all thinking the same as Ron, did he enter, or did he bribe someone to enter for him. Those thoughts lingered in Ron's mind as Hermione tried to tell him, Harry hadn't and couldn't have entered himself, he was too young. Ron knew the rules, and if Harry had gotten his name through, and Fred and George hadn't, how did that happen?
"Ron, please tell me you believe he didn't enter himself," Hermione said, grabbing his arm, looking close to tears, she really had no reason to cry, Harry hadn't, but then again, why would he? He had the chance of a life time, and...1,000 galleon prize money, plus the famous Harry Potter would become even more famous and Ron would be once again shunned out of the spotlight. Harry was the-boy-who-lived, Hermione was the smartest witch in the year, and Ron was just another Weasley. Percy the prefect's younger brother, Fred and George's kid brother, Ginny Weasley's older brother, and the most common, Harry Potter's best friend. That once stung everytime someone would forget who he was.
He had to have expected it, Harry was a well known person, everyone knew his story, unless you were a muggle and had never heard of Vo- You-Know-Who (why can't he just say it?) or Harry Potter, you would think Harry was just a skinny kid with messy black hair, bright green eyes and round glasses. Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch, Maxime, Karkarff, McGonagal and Snape had stood up and one by one walking into the second chamber, Slytherin's and Ravenclaw's leaned in (they were much clsoer then Ron to the door) to attempt to hear what was being said inside, only to lean away again in defeat when everyone heard the door snap shut. Professor Sprout stood up, half looking pleased (Cedric was a Hufflepuff) and half disapointed that once again the spotlight and be taken away from her and her house, Ron suddenly wished he belonged to a family of Hufflepuff's, rather then Gryfindor so he'd ahve a better reason not to be happy. Sprouts eyes avoided the Gryffindor table completely as she said, "Alright, well I believe the feast is over, everyone return to your common rooms. Hufflepuff, please stay put for a word!"
"Let's go Ron, I think we need to talk," Hermione said and without waiting for a responce, she took hold of his arm and lead him, walking quckly so Ron had to practicly run in fear of loosing his arm, to keep up. They arrived at the Gryffindor portrait hole, after giving the passwrd ('Bladerdash") Hermione pulled him inside and practicly threw him into a chair. She took a breath, opended her mouth, closed it again, and sat down in the chair facing him, she hadn't worked on a tipical Hermione speech.
"Look, we'll talk tomorrow, Hermione, I'm really tired." Ron said, standing up and faking a yawn to make it look believeable, he maybe Harry Potter's best friend, but he was quite the little actor. Hermione looked up at him, sighed adn waved him away.
It was not for another hour until Ron heard Harry's voice; "I'm tired! No seriously George---- I'm going to bed----" From the sound of it, Hermione hadn't been down there either, she must have gotten tired of waiting and had too, gone to bed. Harry stummbled into the dormitory, tangled in a Gryffindor banner, draped around his shoulders like he would wear a cloak. His eyes fell on Ron, who was lying, fully clothed non his bed, Harry looked relieved to see him. Ron, who had looked down when Harry had begun to look up, glanced up when the door slammed shut.
"Where'vr you been?" Harry said, still attempting to remove the Gryffindor banner from around his shoulders.
"Oh, hello," Ron said, casualy as if Harry had just walked in the common room after lessons. Ron also had a very strianed grin on his face. Harry had stopped trying to take the Gryffindor banner off, began trying to tug it off again, while Ron layed there watching him.
"So, congratulations," Ron said as Harry removed the banner adn tossed it in the corner
"What d'you mean, congratulations?" Harry was staring at Ron, he could tell there was something wrong with Ron's smile, he jut couldn't figure out what thought, it was a simlar look to what Cedric had had on his face hours before.
"Well...no one else got across the Age line," Ron said, glancing at the banner then back to Harry. "Not even Fred and George. What did you use---the Invisibilty Cloak?" He knew it wouldn't have gotten Harry over the Age Line, but he wanted to see if Harry'd admit how he had.
"The Invisibility Cloak wouldn't have gotten me across that Age Line," He said slowly
"Oh, right, I thought you might've told me if it was the cloak...because it would have covered us both, wouldn't it? But you found another way, did you?" Ron said, despratly trying to keep his temper
"Listen," Harry said, now he sounded annoyed "I didn't put me name in that goblet. Someone else must've done it," He looked desprate for someone to believe his story, a part of Ron really did want to believe him, but the jealous side of Ron wouldn't allow his mind to believe what it claimed, was a down right lie. Ron raised his eyebrows, allowing the bad side to take over
"What would they'd to that for?"
"I dunno," Harry said, Ron knew he was being honest but he wasn't letting down his guard "To kill me." Ron's eyebrows rose highee, they were in danger of disapearing into his hair.
"It's ok, you know, you can tell me the truth," Ron said. "If you don't want anyone else to know, fine, but I don't know why you're bothering to lie, you didn't get into trouble for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Lady's that Violet, she's already told us all Dumbledore's letting you enter. A thousdan Galleons prize money, eh? And you dont ahve to do end-of-the-year tests either..."
"I didn't put my name in that goblet!" Harry said, forget annoyed, he was dead angry now.
"Yeah, ok." Ron said, in the same exact voice Cedric Diggory had used "Only you said this mroning you'd have done it last night and no one would've seen you..." He stopped and looked Harry in the eye "I'm not stupid you know." He added
"You're doing a really good impression of it," Harry snapped
"Yeah?" Ron said, his grin was long gone, not even his forced one he tryed so hard to keep on his face "You want to get to bed, Harry. I expect you'll need you be up early tomorrow for a photo-call or something," He reached up and wrentched the hangins around his bed shut, leaving Harry to stare at the crimson hangins, lightly waving in the air.
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