The next day was Halloween, and as tradition decreed, we held a large feast, not only for ourselves and our guests, but also for the announcement of those who were to be champions for the Triwizard. One wizard over the age of 17 was to be taken from each house, and they would compete in three hard and challenging tasks to become the Triwizard winner.

The aura in the room was magnificent, as we all waited eagerly for the announcement of the Triwizard competitors, and then they came. The flames emitting from the goblet of fire changed colour, and it spat out a piece of curled up parchment. Professor Dumbledore read it out in a loud and clear voice, "For Beauxbatons, Miss. Fleur Delacour."

Cheers went up for her, and a beautifully blonde and full-figured girl flounced into a room off the dining hall.

The goblet shot out another piece of parchment, "for Durmstrang, we have competing Victor Krum," a loud cheer went up in the hall, as a sultry looking Krum skulked into the room behind the French girl.

"And finally, for Hogwarts, we have Cedric Diggory," the Hufflepuff table erupted with applause, and Cedric followed the other two champions, when Dumbledore began to talk, he had nearly finished, when the flames again changed colour, and yet another piece of parchment came flying out. Dumbledore took it, and read it in silence, his expressions changing from disbelief, to shock, and then to a look of anger, and sadness.

He read it out, so quietly, that everyone strained to hear.

"Harry Potter."

At once uproar ensued, and as Harry was ushered into a room with the three older students, the teachers tried to restore the upheaval in the hall. Eventually, we were all released, and allowed to make our way to our common rooms. I was mid-way to the common room, when I changed my mind, and pirouetting around, I changed my tack, and made my way to the library, knowing that there would be no peace in the common room, but a lot in there.

I wound my way amongst the many shelves of books, and ended up in a tiny nook, curled up on a chair, with my feet tucked under me, holding a large book on ancient languages on my lap, reading about their origins and the like, when someone spoke to me, in a loud yet soft whisper.

"It's a little late to be up reading, isn't it?"

I looked up, and into a pair of brilliant green eyes, that were twinkling down on me, in amusement, "I would get no peace in my own common room, and here there is the quiet that I crave and enjoy."

"I think my common room should be quiet. Anyone who was still awake should have been ordered to bed by Malfoy by now."

"They all listen to him?"

"Yes."

"And you? Do you listen to him?"

"Never," he spat it out, before offering me his hand, "Come. Let's go."

Without questioning, I took his hand, laying the book on a table by the chair, and following him out of the library, and in the direction of the dungeons.

"Ben?"

"Mmm?"

"Where are you taking me?"

"Why, to my common room, you doof."

I said nothing, and just allowed myself to be docilely led by him, along the dark and cold passageways. We finally reached a passageway, and he spoke, although I didn't hear him, I seemed to be moving in a dream. Letting him lead me, my mind wandered in a most unusual way, and so I didn't notice him lead me through an opening in a wall, into what could only be described as the Slytherin Common Room.

Ben led me over to a chair, and sat down in it, pulling me down beside him. Before I knew what I was doing, or even what he was doing, my face was firmly attached to his, as he ran his hands through my hair, and I clung onto him. He kissed me hard at first, and then more tenderly, teasing, taunting and rewarding. And then a cold hard voice, speaking from nowhere, "What do you think you're doing?" I heard the outrage and jealousy in that voice, and then I realised where I was and what I was doing. I jumped up, shocked.

"Yes, what am I doing?"

"You were sitting here, kissing me," Ben explained.

"Where?"

He indicated the place beside him, "Here. Right here, in the Slytherin Common Room."

"WHAT! WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING IN HERE!"

"I brought you here."

I knew I would never have come willingly, and tried to think of any way he could have got me here. I gasped as I thought, and at once knew that it was true, "You confounded me!"

"Well done, we are the bright little third year," his face was lit up by a gloating smirk, and only when our companion spoke, did I realise who it was, so I whirled around to face him, as he spoke to me.

"Go to bed, Kara. You have no business here."

I bit back any angry retort I might have made, and turned, to fell from the room. As I ran out into the corridor, and the hole closed behind me, I saw Draco sit down on the sofa beside Ben, but I never heard what he said.

And then I remembered what had just happened to me, what Ben had just done to me. Jerk!

The first task of the Triwizard tournament took place in November, and the whole school buzzed with excitement, as we all made our way down to the arena where it was to be held. And then I saw what it was the four competitors had to face.

Dragons.

Brilliant fun. There were four breeds there, and it was obvious which was the worst pf the four, although I prayed my brother would not have to face it. The first three competitors, the eldest of the four, got the more docile dragons. Not the dragons really are docile, but they didn't seem as bad as the one. There was a beautiful Chinese fireball, that really intrigues me, a Swedish Short Snout, that wasn't anything special, as dragons go, and a Welsh Green.

So it appeared my wish had not been granted, and Harry ended up fighting the worst of the lot, even though he was the youngest. I couldn't bear to look, so filled with fear was I, I simply managed to shield my eyes, and hide in the robes of the person sitting behind me, Fred Weasely. I buried my face in several handfuls of his robes, whilst he stared at the top of my head, before returning his gaze to the excitement in the arena below.

Finally, the horrors ended, and the judges announced their scores. Harry had done exceptionally, and I tried my hardest to refrain from glomping and killing him, as he now had an important role in history to play.

That evening, Gryffindor celebrated in style.