AN: Well, I hope every one likes where the story is going. I am a little worried every one will think this is a cop-out, as it is mostly a rewrite of book 4. I just loved the idea of a wizard competition, but I just gotta do it right. ) Big shout outs to Granite, one of my reviewers. This guy is writing a fan fiction that will have to do with Naruto/Harry crossover-ness. It is pretty pimp so far, as he saw fit to let me read some. Thanks, and I hope you keep with it.

Yes, Ron is an ass hole in my stories, and he will get served. Draco is also going to make a few more appearances. Neville is growing as a character as well. Next chapter should include how Harry will prepare for the dragons, and Hermione's reaction to this new news. Girl better get an inhaler, cuz she fin to be surprised.

"Oh GOD YES!" Collin nearly exploded as he dropped to the floor in raucous laughter, his body convulsing in waves of laughter and pleasure. "Harry spoke to me!"

"As… disturbing, as that may have been." McGonagall growled, her eyebrows lifted high. "I do believe it still demands a detention."

Harry smiled smugly.

"With Hagrid."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Harry shouted.

"Yes, I can. I am also deputy headmistress. You will spend tomorrow night with Hagrid, beginning with your study period, while Hermione will spend her evening with me, after dinner."

Harry scowled as Hermione rubbed a hand in circles upon his back. "Come on Harry, let's go, we have class."

"FUCK!" Harry yelled in frustration as Hermione practically dragged him from the room.

"Don't make me make it two days Potter!" Minerva called back at him, chuckling to her self as Hermione cast a silencing charm on Harry.

Harry thought his morning was ruined, and his day was shaping up to be just as bad, but when dinner time rolled around, Harry realized, life could always get worse.

"The Cup has had eight hours to decide upon its entrants." Dumbledore stated serenely as the entire Great Hall silenced. "We will eat first, then we will watch as the Cup declares the names of the competitors for the Tri-Wizard tournament. Let us feast!" Dumbledore shouted as the room burst into applause, the only one who didn't clap was Harry.

"Who do you think it will choose?" Neville chatted excitedly with Harry and Hermione, though his eyes occasionally wandered down the table to the Patil twins.

"I think you should holler at those bitches." Harry smirked as Neville choked on his juice. "The way the three of you is all ways throwing side ways glances at each other, you might as well get down with the twins."

"HARRY!" Hermione sighed exasperatedly.

"What? Don't think Neville has it in him?"

"I do too have it in me… What is it?" Neville questioned.

"You should hit it up for a three some with the Patil twins, is all I'm sayin." Harry grinned. "Do it for the rest of us Neville."

"So you are saying you wish I was twins?" Hermione inquired, her tone level.

"Now see girl, that's a loose/loose situation for a playa." Harry scowled. "If I say yes, then you get mad cuz you say you aint good enough, then if I say no, you get mad because I don't want more of you to love or think I can only put up with one of you."

"You know me so well Harry." Hermione grinned. "And I was sitting here thinking you would put your foot in your mouth."

"A pimp aims to please."

"You guys never answered me, who is going to get picked?" Neville urged. "We all know Krum and Fleur were the only entrants from their schools, their teachers wanted to make sure they were picked."

"I think it will be that big Syltherin, the one with bucky teeth." Harry shrugged as he nibbled on a piece of steak. "Muther fucker is built like a brick shit house."

Hermione simply arched an eyebrow at Harry's description as her lips curled into a snicker. "I don't know, and really, I think it will be a Gryffindor."

"I think we might as well just wait till after dinner. Then we can find out." Harry smiled. "I don't give a shit really."

"Well I care, I hope it's someone who can take Hogwarts to the winning podium." Hermione replied. "It would be nice if we could let the entire world know, our school is the best."

"Yea." Neville grinned. "Here here!" His fist pumped the air as he cheered Hermione.

Eventually the meal finished, which seemed far to soon for Harry as he was still eating his cheesecake when it disappeared. "Fuck, muther fuckin school wont even let a playa eat his cheesecake." He complained as Dumbledore stood, the entire assembly falling silent in anticipation.

"Within moments, the cup will spew forth the first competitors name." Dumbledore explained as he used his wand to float the cup over the center of the great hall.

The entire hall jumped in their seats as Fred and George began pounding the table, their rhythmic screaming punctuating the silence of the room. "FRED AND GEORGE! FRED AND GEORGE!" They yelled in an ever-increasing crescendo as the cup began to pulsate and throb, spurts of blue flame erupting forth to the beat of their chanting.

For a moment, silence rained again as the cup began violently shaking, flames pouring out of its brim like a blue oil fire, and then every thing froze. The entire room was on tender hooks, every one craning their neck to see how the cup would declare the first competitor.

Harry yawned, much to the chagrin of Hermione who seemed to be very intent on seeing who the first competitor was. "Harry, at least pretend to be excited." She whined before the cup practically exploded.

BOOOM!

The explosion of noise and light that erupted from the cup was deafening as the name VICTOR KRUM blazed above the cup in a sparkling array of fireworks and noise.

"OH SHIT!" Harry could be heard screaming as he ducked in his seat, his hand on his wand. "Muther fucker! That sounded just like a fucking bomb going off!"

What ever else Harry had to say was muffled as the rest of the great hall began clapping and celebrating. Krum simply stood from his seat and bowed three times, his face betraying that he was not surprised by his name being chosen.

The clapping died down immediately as the cup began pulsing, repeating its previous performance, of fire and light.

"Fuck this." Harry scowled as he put his fingers in his ears. "Muther fuckin cup gonna make a pimp deaf." His face scrunched up in irritation.

BOOOM!

Again the room shook with passion as the cup spat forth fireworks that now took the form of flowers. The name Fleur Delacour shined above their heads as small rose petals sank slowly to the floor.

It seemed as though the entire male population of Hogwarts was attempting to scream themselves deaf as Fleur stood and wrist waved, a smug smiled plastered upon her face.

Harry settled with making Hermione giggle as he placed his hands in front of his chest and wiggled his index fingers in circles. "They spinnin!" He mouthed at her through the crescendo.

Finally, the room fell silent once more as the cup shook. All of Hogwarts waited in excitement as the cup began to spew different colors of flame. Gold, Yellow, Silver, and Green flames began to erupt from the cup as it wiggled in the air.

"It's obviously going through the different houses names." Hermione explained as she watched the cup perform its works.

Harry simply shrugged before putting his fingers back in his ears. Part of him wanted to know whom their representative was to be, but part of his mind also wondered what it would be like to lick cheesecake off of Hermione's ass. Hermione's ass won as Harry closed his eyes and grinned to himself.

BOOOOM!

Again the room shook as the school burst into cheers. For a moment Harry thought about sticking with his fantasy, but eventually opened an eye to view the name Cedric Diggory burning in the air, yellow smoke pouring off of the letters.

"Pretty boy?" Harry laughed as he opened both eyes. "Pretty boy Diggory is going to be our champion?" Harry felt as though he were going to burst as he twisted in his seat to see Cedric waving wildly from his seat. "At least he is happy." Harry grinned as he watched Hermione clap with mixed feelings.

"Well that does it, I'm gonna sneak down to the kitchens and get some cheesecake, and I want to see you in my room in 10 minutes." Harry smiled at Hermione as she cupped a hand to her ear, unable to hear him over the deafening roar of the school.

"I said I am gonna eat cheesecake and strawberry out of yo' ass crack!" Harry smiled back, as he realized Hermione couldn't hear a thing he was saying.

"Ok, we will talk in a minute!" She smiled back, oblivious to any thing Harry was saying.

"Ok!" Harry smiled back.

Every thing felt pretty good at that moment. Harry was happy with his current situation, and was pretty sure if he played his cards right, cheesecake night would be all right.

That was until the cup began pulsing again. Red and Gold fire began to explode slowly from the cup at first, and then, it sped up. "What the hell?" Harry asked as he recognized the beat to the flames. "That's my song."

"What?" Hermione inquired as the entire school had fallen silent, all eyes returning to the cup.

"I know that beat." Harry continued, "That's my beat."

"Really?"

(Nick Cannon- Gigalo Verse 1)

Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby where you down

Bushes we won't beat around, bushes we just eat 'em now

Feeling yo Masqueno blouse, seven jean, Black and Lebonese

Head to her knees, please if you ever need a bastard remember me

Just rock to the melody, I got you in bed wit me

I thought you would never leave

You wanna name meLike A-merie

Know the chain freeze wrist be the same degrees

Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese

Only getting in for free, if you came wit me

Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K

If I need a girlfriend, it won't be to-day

No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body

Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi

Me and Kels on the cotty, wanna see you drop it shawty

Oh weee, tryna leave the club, wit a groupie

BOOOM!

The room shook one more time as Harry finished rapping to the beat.

"FUCK NO!" Harry screamed as he pointed at the letters shining in gold and green above his head. Harry Potter glimmered and shined as all eyes turned to him.

"You entered Harry?" Neville shrieked as he began clapping. "How did you do it?"

"Fuck na man, I didn't enter shit!" Harry yelped. "Not a god damn thing!"

"GO HARRY!" Fred and George began yelling as the Great Hall began to split. It was obvious only a small group of people supported Harry in representing the school in ANYTHING, let alone being a part of a competition.

"Harry?" Hermione questioned, obviously waiting to hear what Harry had to say about the situation.

"No. I didn't enter baby." Harry explained as he began to stand. "I'ma tell Dumbledore I ain't doin this shit."

"Could all entrants for the Tri-Wizard tournament enter the door to my right?" Dumbledore bellowed over the din of students. "All entrants enter here please. Yes, that is you also Harry!"

"E' is vut a crip'el" Fleur shouted as Harry limped into the room.

"I do not believe he should be allowed to compete." Cedric screamed, as Fleur finished her tirade. "It is obvious he is not physically fit enough to perform the duties of a competitor."

Harry simply stared, taking a mental note as Krum leaned back against the wall.

"Mr. Potter." Dumbledore smiled. "I would like to have an explanation, if you would."

Harry turned to face Dumbledore. "I didn't enter my name in the cup. After I saw what happened to that Creevey kid, I didn't even get near it."

"Ahah!" Cedric yelled as he lifted a finger in the air. "So you WERE going to try! Obviously that Prefect Granger entered your name!"

"Suck my dick." Harry replied, his manner cold and calm.

"Harry!" Dumbledore yelped as he prepared to stun Harry, pleased that Harry hadn't reacted violently to Cedric's accusations.

"Listen here you little shit." Cedric began to growl as he walked towards Harry, his wand drawn.

"Come at me muther fucker. Do it. I'll shove that stick up yer ass so far y'all be pulling splinters out yo tonsils… bitch." Harry spoke, his right hand taking a tighter grip around his cane.

"There will not be violence here." Dumbledore spoke forcefully. "If Harry says he did not enter, I will believe him."

Harry didn't turn from staring at Cedric. "Well that's nice that you believe me, because I ain't competin."

"It is to late." Dumbledore sighed sadly. "The cup chose you, and you have no choice but to compete."

"Fuck the cup, I ain't doin shit." Harry spat as his nostrils flared slightly.

"Ve vas terrivle language skills." Fleur complained as she cringed at Harry's colorful language.

"Listen French toast, I can talk how ever the fuck I want." Harry smirked as a vein began to appear on Cedric's eyebrow.

Fleur began to speak quickly in French, her hands pressed into fists at her side as she yelled at Harry.

"Harry." Dumbledore spoke softly as he lifted a hand to silence Fleur. "I am sorry, but now that you are entered, you can not back out."

"Bull shit." Harry spat as he turned to Dumbledore. "Just use yo magick and take me out of this shit."

"I can't. If I could, I would. It is not possible. All of you will be competing." Dumbledore sighed as he watched Harry begin to shake in fury.

"I believe, it will be an enlightening experience for him." Victor Krum finally spoke from the shadowy part of the room they were in. "I think it will be very interesting to see how he handles himself."

Harry let his eyes flicker to Krum for a moment, before snapping back to Cedric. "Thanks. I think…" Harry smirked.

"Oh, I don't support you. I just think it will be interesting to see you be crushed." Krum laughed. "Don't thank me, I'm expecting you to be hurt grievously."

"Yea, I like that." Cedric smiled as he slipped his wand back in his pocket. "I didn't think of it that way."

"You poor voy." Fleur smirked as she too perked at the thought of Harry's plight.

"Y'all bitches are pussy." Harry scowled. "I don't even want to be in this shit, and ya'll are lookin to see me get beat down."

"Scared?" Cedric smiled as Fleur smirked at his taunting of Harry.

"Cedric, you so pussy, if I punched you in the mouth right now, I'd be elbow deep in coochy grease." Harry laughed as Fleur gagged.

"That is disgusting." Krum scowled as he shook his head admonishingly.

"Well." Dumbledore clapped his hands together with a small pained smile on his face. "I will give you all leave to prepare for the first task. It will be in one week, and I dare say, you will all be hard pressed to find a more difficult challenge."

"I'm still pissed." Harry grumbled as he waited for the rest of the contestants to exit the room, he flat out refused to allow any of them to stand behind him. "I can't believe you be making me do this shit."

"It is not within my control Harry." Dumbledore sighed. "I am more worried about Ms. Grangers nerves, then your safety. I can only beg you to please think of her and whom she carries, and study hard for the competition. I hate to think of what your injuries could do to her, or your bundle of joy."

"FUCK!" Harry shouted as he began to leave the room.

There was an explosive roar of boo's and cat calls as Harry exited the room. It seemed that the entire school had decided to voice their opinion against Harry as he began to make his way back to the Gryffindor table.

"I can't believe this shit." He scowled as Collin and Dennis Creevey took turns patting his back and cheering him. "Hey, you guys are getting a little to feely." Harry shouted over the roar of the crowd as Dennis reached out to touch him the seventh time.

Hermione simply smiled sadly as she reached out to hold his arm. "I don't know what happened Harry, and I am sorry every one is acting like this." She sighed. "Won't Dumbledore let you exit the tournament?"

"No." Harry practically had to shout over the roar of the crowd as he beckoned her to leave with him.

"It'll be ok Harry." Neville smiled. "Remember! BE HAPPY!" He shrieked as he pointed at a necklace he was wearing of hemp rope.

Harry smirked lightly as he began to exit, Hermione walking before him with Neville as the students all scowled and screamed at him.

One student in particular caught Harry's attention as he began to scream to the boy next to him. "I bet that bitch Granger put his name in the cup!" The boy shouted, oblivious to the fact Harry was standing behind him. "I heard she has been sneaking out of the dorms to fuck him! She is like a whore or something!" He screamed, unaware that the boy who he was speaking to was wide eyed, not because of his revelations, but because of Harry seething behind him.

BONNNNGGGG!

The heavy wooden table shook as Harry had palmed the back of the boy's head and slammed it downwards. He didn't even speak as he resumed his trek back towards Hermione, ignoring the howls of pain and splatters of blood as the boy writhed on the floor.

"Everything ok?" Hermione asked as she finally turned back to look for Harry. "I thought I had lost you there. Hey, what is wrong with Terry?" She questioned as she noticed the boy squirming on the floor.

"He's fine, just feelin sick." Harry shrugged as he gripped her arm. "Let's go."

"What are you going to do?" Neville inquired as they sat in Harry's common room. "If Dumbledore won't let you back out of the competition, how do you plan to… you know?" He explained as he pointed at Harry's injured leg.

"Doesn't he understand you can't do this?" Hermione whimpered as she bit her lip pensively. "Doesn't he see you are hurt?"

"I can do this shit. I just don't want to." Harry replied indignantly. "I ain't a fucken in-vo-let."

"I know Harry." Hermione breathed quickly. "I'm just worried about you. Last time this competition was held, someone died."

"Well, if any one is going to die, it will be Cedric. That pussy is askin for an ass beaten as badly as Ron." Harry spat as he reached out to wrap an arm around Hermione.

"Cedric was not nice?" Neville asked.

"Fucker told me I was to broke to compete, and acted hard cuz The Spinnin Frenchie was there."

"Spinnin Frenchie?" Hermione snorted, a sinking feeling in her gut lifting as Harry continued.

"That bitch was talkin shit to me in French and English. I hate her, and this fucker named Krum is a bitch to." Harry scowled. "All these bitches is pussy."

"Well, in brighter news. I plan to ask the Patil twins to Hogsmeade when we have the next weekend trip." Neville smiled as Harry whooped.

"That's what I'm talking bout!" Harry grinned. "Just lay back and let em ride yo' ass. One on yo' snake and one on yo' face!" Harry cheered.

"Merlin!" Hermione shrieked. "I can't believe you!" She continued as she swatted at Harry, a look of disgust on her face.

"I'm just sayin." Harry grinned as Neville blushed furiously. "Is that what you beat it to?"

"HARRY!" Neville screamed, his voice reaching a falsetto. "I don't! I wouldn't! I… yes…" His voice dropping pitch as he finally admitted to his actions, a deep blush permeating his cheeks.

"Shit, don't be ashamed Neville. Just ask the bitches out, and then stick it to 'em." Harry grinned as he chuckled. "If they ask fo' money though, tell me so I can straighten they asses out."

"Harry." Hermione growled as she placed a hand on his thigh.

"I'm just sayin…"

"Harry. You are all ready digging your self in a hole. Stop while you are ahead."

"A'ight."

"I am most pleased with Master Potter." Dumbledore smiled as he sat within the teachers lounge. "He did not resort to violence when Mr. Diggory confronted him."

"That doesn't mean any thing Albus." Minerva scoffed as she stirred a sugar cube into her tea. "It is not much to be proud of, when all you can be proud of is a boys ability to control his emotions."

"Is it?" Dumbledore inquired. "I do believe, if Mr. Potter had not had the influence of Ms. Granger, Mr. Diggory would have been dead or worse before I could have drawn my wand."

"I don't see where you are going with this Albus." McGonagall sighed. "I will not forgive them for their actions, no matter how much Mr. Potter begins to mimic normal people."

"Ms. Granger is becoming an instrumental tool in teaching Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "She is showing him, that he can be a boy."

"You desire he be a boy, when a man is what is required when he becomes a father?" Minerva spat as she spilled a bit of tea with her rough stirring.

"I believe Harry is a man, and I would like to see him understand what it means to be a boy. He has never had the pleasure of childhood, and it will be a world he will be thrust into when their CHILD is born." Dumbledore spoke evenly, his frustration obviously surfacing.

"Hermione will handle that. Harry will be of no use to her when the child is born. That much is obvious." Minerva growled back. "He will abandon her the moment he has to change a diaper."

"That is not TRUE!" Dumbledore exclaimed, fighting to keep his composure as a glass trinket exploded on a shelf near by. "You do not believe that, any more then I. Have we both not seen Harry caring for Ms. Granger as she threw up? He wiped the snot off of her face with his bare hand, I do not believe a dirty diaper will deter him." Albus growled as he attempted to calm himself.

"It may not be diapers that will deter him." McGonagall replied, her lips pursed as a vein twitched above her brow dangerously. "It may not be the day the child is born, it may not be the year, but he will give up. He is weak, and nothing but a thug. He will destroy her. She will slave away for the child, while he sleeps around and partakes in extra-marital relationships and vice."

Dumbledore didn't speak as he allowed her to continue, his eyes drawn into slits.

"She could have been any thing she wants. It is over for her. She refuses to dispose of the bundle of pain that is growing within her womb. She won't listen to reason, and when her beauty is gone, and her brains have faded, she will be left with nothing."

"Good night Minerva." Dumbledore replied evenly as he stood. "I have nothing more to say to you, until you realize that Hermione, is not your daughter, and Harry is not the man you believe him to be. They are both much stronger then you give them credit."

Harry awoke the next morning fidgety. Hermione hadn't slept in his bed, and it felt empty. "I hate this." He growled as he began to prepare for the day. "I have got to get that girl to where she can sleep here… It aint like I can get her re-prgnant." He laughed as he stretched.

The rest of the day was uneventful as possible. Harry enjoyed his time with Hermione, and took to ignoring the students who were being most audible in their disgust with Harry's position.

"I don't even know why every one is trippin." He sighed as Hermione reached over to rub his shoulder during lunch. "Every one is pissed because I'm in this competition, and I don't even want to be in it."

"We know that Harry, but every one else thinks you entered…" Hermione began to speak but stopped, unsure of how to continue.

"Entered…? They sayin sumthin else ain't they?" Harry prodded.

"Well… Yes, they are saying I got your name in the cup. Since I was so bossy and wanted every one to make lines, they said I snuck your name in for you."

"But they ain't sayin it like that is they?" Harry continued. "Tell me who is talking shit."

"Every one is Harry. Really. It's like the entire school turned on you, and me." Hermione sighed. "You can't fight the whole school."

"Give me a name, and I will make an example out of 'em." Harry scowled.

"Like you did Terry Boot?" Hermione asked. "Yes, I heard what you did to him."

"What, they can't handle it when Harry flips it on em?"

"Harry! Breaking a guys nose because of something he said is not the way you handle your self here." Hermione implored him.

"On the streets, he woulda woke up in a ditch dead some where." Harry grumbled in reply.

"This isn't the street Harry. You can't do things like that in the real world. Sometimes you have to turn the other cheek." Hermione sighed as she pinched on his neck.

"I aint gonna let a muther fucker disrespect you." Harry pressed on. "He was talking shit about you. I ain't gonna stand for it."

"No matter what you do, they will still talk about me. I'm a Prefect for Merlin's sake. They will be angry with me no matter what." Hermione smiled, attempting to relax Harry.

Harry crossed his arms in reply, obviously frustrated with his inability to control the population of students. "I can try." He muttered, aware that Hermione had not heard him.

Eventually, Harry finished Care of Magickal creatures class. This time, without incident, and waited patiently as Hermione began her trek back to the school.

"I have detention with you." Harry shrugged as Hagrid gave him a questioning look.

"Ye' do?" Hagrid asked. "I know ye' let the snakes loose, but I ain't mad."

"No, McGonagall is putting me in detention with you. I tried to get detention with Hermione, and she split us up to punish me."

"Right. Well, that sounds like her." Hagrid grunted as he scratched his head. "Well, let's go detention som'en."

"Heh. All right." Harry smiled, silently thankful that Hagrid was not angry at his previous performance within his class.

"Harry?" Hagrid called as they stopped at the edge of the forest. "Why did you let the snakes loose?"

"I can talk to them." Harry shrugged. "I couldn't let em be fed to what ever it was you was gonna feed em to."

Hagrid nodded slowly for a moment before placing a hand on his shoulder. "You have a good heart boy." He smiled beneath his scraggly beard. "A good strong heart."

Harry simply shrugged in reply.

"Want ter see a dragon?" Hagrid grinned as he stood back up to his full height, a twinkle in his eye. "I'm sur'posed to feed em tonight, and since you is goin t'er be fightin one, mabe I can sneak ye' a peak."

"Yea buddy!" Harry grinned. "I ain't never seen a dragon."

"They are beautiful creatures Harry. Wondrous and gentle animals, they are."

"Cool man, I like gentle." Harry smiled as they began the journey into the forest.

Hermione sat in the Great Hall fidgeting. She was worried about what Hagrid may be making Harry do as part of his detention. "God, I wish Harry hadn't exploded." She sighed as Neville passed her a chicken leg. "I wish he wasn't so hot headed some times."

"He is a good guy, he just wanted to be there with you." Neville smiled as he attempted to console her. "He isn't a normal person. You know that, it's like I am preaching to the choir."

"I know, but what if he gets hurt. Hagrid could be making him do any number of things with all sorts of dangerous creatures." Hermione sighed as she stabbed at her mashed potatoes with her fork.

"Harry won't get hurt. Hagrid is a good teacher. They are probably carving whistles, or cleaning those blasted skrewts." Neville smiled at her. "He isn't going to get hurt."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Ronald Weasley drawled as he sat next to Hermione. "The cripple may just find himself in trouble when he gets to the first task."

"Leave us alone." Hermione scowled as Ron reached over to her plate and snatched her chicken leg away. "That was mine!" She shouted.

"Bug off Ron!" Neville growled, feeling much braver then usual. "We don't want your kind around here."

"You have a problem LongBottom? What do you mean, my kind?" Ron prodded. "Your little buddy, the moron from the streets isn't here to protect you, so I would speak more kindly to me."

"Harry doesn't protect me." Neville growled dangerously. "Now what the hell do you want? I'm getting ready to smash your face in Weasley."

"Ho ho!" Ron laughed as he turned to Hermione. "It isn't, what I want… it is a question of who."

"I'm with Harry, and there isn't any thing you can do about it to change that Ronald." Hermione scowled as she leant away from the boy who was scooting closer and closer to her. "Harry is not going to be happy with you."

"I'm not afraid of him. Never was, I was just… biding my time." Ron laughed as he reached out to touch Hermione's face. "See, I made friends with some of the guys from Durmstrang, and they agree with me."

"About what?" Hermione asked as she slapped Ron's hand away for the third time.

"About taking care of Harry, so you and I can get to know each other better… of course… If you were to…" Ron smiled sickly as he rotated a wrist in the air. "Leave Harry. I could be persuaded to call my friends off."

"Get away from me." Hermione breathed slowly, her body shaking as she gripped her wand in her hand white knuckled. "Get out of my sight you bastard."

"I'm just trying to protect Harry." Ron smiled. "We wouldn't want him to become… any more injured then he already is. Now would we?"

"She said leave." Neville growled as sweat began to bead down his brow, his eyes flashing angrily. "If you don't leave now, I will be forced to make you."

"What ever you say Neville." Ron laughed as he stood. "Just remember what I said. Oh, and if any thing were to happen to me. Well, the boys at Durmstrang wont be very pleased with that. I wouldn't tell him what I said, if I were you."

"I can not believe that guy." Neville spat as he placed the last chicken leg off of his plate onto Hermione's. "Hey, Harry would kill me if he found out you didn't eat." Neville smiled softly as Hermione gave him an incredulous look.

"Thanks Neville. I… what do I do?" She sniffed as she lifted the chicken leg up, staring at it tentatively before taking a bite. "What will Harry do?"

"I don't think you want to hear what I think he would do." Neville chuckled. "As Harry would say… There is fin to be a throwdown."

"WOW!" Harry laughed as he and Hagrid stumbled out of the forest around three in the morning. "That was some shit." He continued as smoke wisped slowly off of his burned robe and singed hair.

"I'm glad ye' liked 'em." Hagrid smiled as he came into view, his beard and eyebrows were both charred, and most of his moleskin coat was in tatters. "Like I say's, ther' gentle as lambs."

"Right." Harry smirked as he stretched. "Especially when they be trying to set yo ass on fire."

Hagrid simply chuckled in reply.

"So is that Weasley guy in the forest, with the dragons. Is he related to that ass hole Ron?" Harry inquired as they made their way to Hagrid's hut.

"Language 'Arold." Hagrid admonished as they continued to walk. "'E is."

"Wow. Such a cool guy, and he's related to Ron. What a waste." Harry laughed, causing Hagrid to laugh as well.

"That isn't very nice." Hagrid smiled as they both sat upon the steps to Hagrid's cabin. " 'Erry, can I interest ye' in a kip? If ye' don't tell Dumbledore, er'course."

" 'es sir!" Harry smiled as Hagrid drew a large bottle from under a step.

"T'er tha dragons!" Hagrid cheered as he took a long swig from the tankard and handed it to Harry.

"To them dragons." Harry concurred as he took a large swig as well.