Chapter 7

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Harry opened the door and stepped out onto the ground.

They looked as though they had landed in the middle of a forest.

Ron and Hermione jumped out of the way as a speeding threstal landed several paces over.

Just ahead of them, Professor Dumbledore stepped out of a carriage closely followed by McGonagall.

Dumbledore caught Harry's eye and smiled. He brandished his want and pointed it into the thicket of the forest.

With an eloquent flick, the branches of the eerie trees curled inward.

Harry stood back, aghast. He watched as the trees and rocks cleared, leaving room for several to walk abreast. A blinding, golden, light filled the forest and decreased until the clearing was dimly lit.

Hagrid hustled forward and ushered some of the students near the opening inside.

They were swallowed by darkness until Harry couldn't even see his own hand. He heard a few muffled screams as the clearing once again, gained light.

Hagrid beckoned the trio over. Ron stopped in front of the opening, a bit skeptical. Hermione pushed them forward to once again, be succumbed to the darkness.

Harry felt a soaring sensation, but realized that he had in fact only moved a short distance.

Harry turned his head and say several more students arrive out of the hole.

The site seemed dimly familiar to Harry. This seemed to also be said for Hermione. "It looks like the place we went to for the world cup, doesn't it?"

The location did in seem to hit the mark. Instead of the Irish and Bulgarian colors, however, hundreds of tents were scattered across the hillside bearing a lion and some with a serpent. Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Blimey it does," Ron said, amidst growing vicinity. "When do you think the match is going to start?"

"Can't be very long now that were all here" Harry replied.

Neville Longbottom soon joined them, followed by Ginny Weasley. Harry's stomach did a back flip. She caught Harry's eye, but he quickly looked away. You have to remain calm, he told himself. Just act normal.

Harry looked behind and as he did so, something soft brushed against his hand. He turned to look and realized it had been Ginny's hand. She was already talking to Hermione, though she was blushing a light pink.

He thought he would melt on the spot, and prayed to God that it wasn't an accident.

"Harry," Hagrid said.

He lightly shook his head, hoping it would bring him back to reality. Though no matter how hard he tried, Ginny's face danced in his head.

"The match is about to start. You lot can follow me and you might get some good seats in the stands"

Harry looked up at Hagrid's earnest face, and followed him through the thicket of the full crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy jeering at Ron.

Although Ron, once again, was talking his ear off. Whether he was talking about the match or not, Harry didn't know for his mind was still on Ginny.

He had his idea planned out in his head. He was going to sit by Ginny today and even if it cost him unforgettable humiliation, he was going to snog her. He could almost see her freckled face, growing closer and closer to him.

He grinned a silly grin which made Hermione scowl at him. "Stop making those stupid faces" she hissed.

She fought her way in front of him, squashing her self between Ron and Harry. She had left him side by side with Ginny.

He didn't know if he was happy that or not. Part of him wanted it, to see himself acting natural around Ginny. The other half of him, felt like a crumbled wall. Putting to much weight on way to early.

"C'mon" Ginny called, linking her arm with Harry's. To an outsider, it looked like they were going to see the wonderful wizard of Oz.

Harry's stomach cringed. Things just might be okay after all….

"This is such a wonderful view" Ginny gasped from the Top Box.

Harry nodded his head in agreement. Maybe, if didn't open his mouth, he might not throw up. He didn't know whether the problem with his stomach was from his nerves, or the heights. But whatever it was, he was going to be sick.

He looked down and the crimson velvet of the seat, his elbows gently touching Ginny's.

He breathed in through his nose. He was not going to be sick. He was not.

Dumbledore walked in and held his wand to his throat, like he had seen Ludo Bagman do so many times before.

"Sonorous" Dumbledore said, and his voice rang loud and clear through the stadium.

"You alright Harry?" Ginny asked him. Harry nodded his head.

SPLAT! A thick orange substance was no hanging from the front of Ginny's robes, a disgusted expression on her face.

Oh, damn!

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