Chapter 2: It's Love


Potions was a disaster.

Harry got in an argument that turned into a duel with Malfoy who had made badges that said "Support Cedric Diggory, the real Hogwarts Champion!" and "Potter Stinks!" After the fight was over, several people were hurt. Hermione was one of the unfortunate ones, although her injury was not as bad as some of the others'--Her front teeth had grown about a foot. Madame Pomfrey would be able to fix it right away though…well that's what Harry hoped anyway.

"Fine, get out of here then!" bellowed a furious Snape. Harry was relieved; he couldn't stand being in that room any longer. Luckily, Bagman had requested to see Harry in order to inspect his wand before for the tournament.

"Ah, Harry m'boy, come in. We're just having a little wand weighing ceremony, nothing to be worried about. Oh, and this is Rita Skeeter, she's a journalist from the Daily Prophet. You don't mind if she asks you a few questions do you?" Bagman inquired happily.

"Of course he won't!" Rita answered for Harry.

Harry refrained from saying something extremely rude. She's going to be a real pain he thought to himself. Fleur had her wand weighed first, and then Cedric stepped up to the judges.

"Oh, whoops!" he said as he dropped his wand next to Harry's foot.

"I'll get it" Harry and Cedric said simultaneously as they both reached for the wand.

There hands touched for a moment.

"Thanks," Cedric said smiling as Harry handed him the wand.

"No problem," Harry smiled back.

Cedric's wand passed inspection with flying colors.
"Very nice," said Mr. Ollivander "And almost twelve and a half inches long! Yes, it's a fine wand."
Krum went next, and finally, Harry.

"Ah, Mr. Potter." Ollivander grinned, "I remember your wand well, yes, very smooth, one phoenix feather and let's see…about eleven inches long!" Cedric glanced at Harry who immediately looked down at his feet. Did he know Harry was staring at him? He tried to forget about it and took off to meet Hermione as soon as the ceremony was over (Ron was still not talking to him).

"What are you reading?" Harry asked Hermione in the noisy common room.

"Ugh, the Daily Prophet. Look at what Rita wrote!"

Rita had made Harry sound like an emotional retard who was in love with Hermione.

"Hey, you two lovebirds going to the Yule Ball next month?" Fred joked.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Hermione said rolling her eyes.

The Yule Ball. Harry had completely forgotten about it.

"Um, we don't have to go to the ball do we?" asked Harry.

"Well of course you have to go, Harry," Hermione said with a smile, "You're a Triwizard champion!"

"Oh, right," mumbled Harry, "I forgot."

"That reminds me," Katie Bell, a chaser on the Quidditch team jumped in, "I've heard Cedric Diggory is going with—" Just then Cho, a Ravenclaw, walked in with a couple of friends. The abrupt ending to Katie's comment clearly meant what Harry wished wasn't true. Cedric had already found a date and not only that, it was one of his Quidditch rivals—Cho Chang. Wait a minute, what was he thinking? Why should he care if Cedric had a date or not. But he did.

"Oh, hi Harry," Cho said sweetly.

"Hi," responded Harry, his face turning read from embarrassment of what he was just thinking about.

"Good luck on Tuesday with your first task!" She said as she walked away. Good luck? Yeah right, Harry thought to himself. She wants her new "boyfriend" to win, not Harry. Harry stormed out of the room and out into the Hogwarts' gardens. Why was he so angry with jealousy? Harry paced the gardens back and forth.

"I might as well give in…" muttered Harry to himself, "Why the hell not? It's not wrong! Love can never be wrong…" He sat down forcefully on a bench, accidentally crushing a beetle with odd glasses-like markings on its head. Harry sighed and picked a white flower with medium-sized petals.

"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not….he loves me," whispered Harry.

Review Please! Thanks!