Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, its characters or anything else you recognize from the books/movies. I do however own my OC and anything you don't recognize unless otherwise stated.
redvinatge888(guest): This is not a rant or anything I swear. I'm just explaining/answering questions from the review that was also long(not as long obviously but it covered a lot of things). Sorry this is so long; I separated it into different paragraphs to make it easier to read. So first off I don't know which scene you mean by "the goblet scene" . Did you mean the part where Harry's name comes out or the part where the twins put their names in? The part after where Dumbledore asks Harry about it?
Draco's not going to get physical with Kosta over Fiona during the dance. (Why would he? He'd be jealous, yeah, but he wouldn't make a scene like that. I don't plan on writing him getting physical. Annoyed/upset? Yes. Physical? No.)
I'm the type of writer that likes to leave little details up to the imagination of my readers. (I'm very big on not explaining every little thing and taking the fun/imagination out of the writing for the reader) I'll give description where I want them to visualize certain things the way I see them in my head but if they want a character to… for example have their hair up most of the time, as opposed to down, I leave that up to their imagination. We know Fiona's hair is black and long but style (and how long exactly) is up to the reader. I like to let my readers 'hop into the character's shoes' so they can pretend they're in the story and they're that character. (If that makes sense) I'm sorry that since you're a visual person it apparently doesn't work for you. I mean I also never describe her face but that doesn't bother you? (I never describe faces because I want the reader to use one they want, like their own.) I do describe her dress in this chapter but I don't go into like every tiny little detail. If someone wants her dress with certain little features that's up to their imagination.
Now, for Kosta "Is he blonde? Is he black? Is he purple?" You know what the Drumstrag boys in the movie look like right? Pretty much like one of them (like build-wise. He's also Bulgarian which helps with the face). But this is another example of where I leave it up to the reader. Depending on the reader different people might be attractive to them. If the reader wants to imagine Kosta with spiky hair or straight hair is up to them. If they want him to be blond, he's blond. (He's only in a few chapters; he's not a major character. Yeah it's seen as lazy not to write out a description for him but I'm the writer of this story so I decided not to write it.)
I'm trying not to make this story depressing or dark (I hate writing things like that.) so I'm sorry I haven't written Fiona having nightmares or flashbacks. I don't like to do that to my characters and I like making my readers smile. What flaws and such would you suggest? Fiona is FAR from a Mary Sue ("an idealized and seemingly perfect fictional character") and I'm going to admit I'm very insulted you think she has a habit of being slightly like one. She is in no way perfect. If you're going to say that, give me examples. (Like what do you want me to write? The way I write her is the way she is. No one else has had a problem with it.)
I'm sorry for not going into the deep and dark, depressing side of this story but I cannot, for the sake of my mental health, write that a lot. I don't do angst, I don't do sad. I mean if I wrote every time she had a nightmare or hated herself or cried or couldn't sleep this would be a VERY depressing story. Yeah I'm going to write it in some chapters later on (cause it's part of her and her story) but not as much as you imply you want it to be and not at this point in the story. We're not every half way through this story yet.
Also, Fiona hasn't been in every scene. Why would she be in the 'summoning Voldemort' scene? She's not in the maze or even part of the tournament's third task at all. That would be Mary Sue-ish since she'd just be popping up where she realistically wouldn't in the story. Again, sorry this was so long. No one likes being told their work is 'wrong' or 'not the way it should be' so yeah I am a bit ticked but mostly hurt, whether you meant to make me feel that way or not.
I don't mean any of the above to come off as rude; if it does, I'm sorry, it's not my intention.
The night of the Yule ball, soft music played and the students in attendance were all well dressed. Students fourth year and up gathered in the great hall with their dates; younger students were only allowed if they had been invited by an older student. A few of the students walked in from the carriages outside since some of them had gone home for the holidays but came back for the ball.
Harry and Ron walked down the stairs from the grand staircase and into the foyer outside the great hall. Ron was fidgeting with his outfit.
"Leave it alone." Harry said.
"Poor kid, bet she's alone in her room crying her eyes out." Ron said.
"Who?" Harry asked with a frown.
"Hermione of course. Come on Harry, why'd you think she wouldn't tell us who she's coming with?" Ron asked.
"Because we'd take the mickey out of her if she did." Harry said.
"Because nobody asked her." Ron said. "I would have taken her myself if she weren't so bloody proud." They reached the bottom of the stairs and Patil twins approached them.
"Hello boys." They said.
"Don't you look... dashing." Parvati said as she looked at Ron, her date.
"Have either of you seen Fiona?" Harry asked the twins. They shook their head.
"No." they said.
"Not yet." Padma said.
"Oh, there she is." Parvati said looking towards the stairs. The boys turned.
"Whoa…" Ron breathed out. Fiona walked down the stairs, scanning the crowd of people below. She had on a long flowing dark green dress that reached the floor and covered the black heels she was wearing, and doing her best not to break her ankle on. Her hair was up with a few curled strands hanging down in from of her ears. She saw the boys and headed over to them with a big smile. "Fiona, you look…"
"Amazing." Harry said giving her a smile.
"Thanks." She said, her face flushing. "You two look…" Fiona turned to look at Ron had to force herself not to laugh at his dress robes. "Nice." Ron gave her a look. "Where did you get the suit?" she asked Harry.
"Ah, Padfood." He said quietly so the twins wouldn't hear. Fiona nodded. "Where'd you get the dress?"
"Yeah, looks expensive." Ron said looking it up and down.
"Oh, well…" Fiona reached up to push a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Hello gorgeous." The boys turned to see Draco standing there behind them with a big smug smirk. He smiled at Fiona.
"Piss off, Malfoy." Ron said with a deep frown.
"I'm just here to collect my date, Weasley." Draco said forcing a smile at him.
"Go on then. I think I saw Pansy head inside already." Harry said, nodding to the great hall.
"She's not my date." Draco turned to look at Fiona who suddenly couldn't look at the boys as they turned to her.
"Fiona?" Harry asked with a frown. Draco held out his hand and she took it. Fiona glanced at Harry with an apologetic look as she passed him before letting the blond lead her away.
"He's got to be blackmailing her or something." Ron said shaking his head.
"See, I can be not mean." Draco said as he looked at Fiona. She gave him a smile as she held onto his arm. "Sorry about… outing us?"
"He was bound to see us anyways. It was unavoidable." She said with a shrug. "It could've gone worse." She added making him chuckle.
Loud music played as the champions headed to the dance floor with their partners.
"Oh, look at Hermione." Fiona gasped when she saw her enter with Viktor.
"I think you look prettier." Draco muttered before smiling at her. She tried not to smile and looked away from him before glancing up to see him smirking smugly.
"Oh… that reminds me. I kind of… promised Kosta a dance." Fiona said quietly. Draco's smirk dropped as he looked down at her.
"What?"
"As friends."
"But-" Suddenly the music started playing, cutting him off, and the champions started dancing.
"It's only one dance." Fiona whispered.
"But you're supposed to only dance with me tonight." Draco whispered back. Fiona looked up at him with a frown. "I don't wanna watch another guy dance with you." He said with a slight pout that Fiona couldn't help but smile at.
"It's one dance, then I'm yours the rest of the night." She said. He smiled at her. Soon others joined the champions, Dumbledore and McGonagall, Mr. Filch and his cat, Neville and Ginny walked out and began dancing as well. Mad-Eye sat on the sidelines drinking, humming and tapping his feet. Hagrid walked towards Madame Maxime and nodded to the dance floor. She smiled down at him. The students from the other schools and their dates all went out on the dance floor to join the others. After the first song other Hogwarts students started to join them. Draco nudged Fiona's arm gently.
"Shall we then?" he asked giving her a smile. She smiled back and nodded. The two walked out and began dancing amongst the others.
"This is nice." Fiona said.
"It's great." Draco said. "Everyone can see us. They'll know you're off limits." He added, lowering his voice a bit as he leaned down to her ear. Her face flushed and he smirked. "But if Potter and Weasel-be start getting annoying you can tell them you lost a bet or…"
"I won't tell them that." She said with a slight frown.
"Alright, well whatever excuse you use just tell me so I can act the part."
"I'm not going to use an excuse." She said making him smile. "You asked me and I said yes. It's as simple as that." Draco chuckled.
"He's already glaring." He said without turning his head. Fiona frowned slightly, she didn't want to make Harry upset, she'd hoped he'd be distracted by his date. "Smile." Draco said. "If you look upset he may try to save you." Fiona chuckled slightly and nodded.
…
"May I cut in?" The two turned to see Kosta standing there holding out a hand to Fiona with a smile. Draco bit his tongue and Fiona felt his hold on her waist tighten before he nodded and stepped away.
"One dance." He said.
"Of course. One dance, as friends." Kosta said as Fiona took his hand. Draco walked off the dance floor to sulk as Fiona and Kosta started their dance. "You seem like you're enjoying yourself." Kosta noted.
"Do I?"
"That smile hasn't left your face all night." He teased making her chuckle. "Though, neither has his." He added. "I'm glad you found someone to make you this happy. I wish you two the best."
"It's not- I mean we're-…" Fiona cleared her throat as she felt her face heat up.
"You cannot tell me the two of you are just friends with the way you dance like you're the only two in the world."
"You're exaggerating." Fiona said before he twirled her.
"Am not." He said as his hand returned to her waist. "He truly cares for you." Fiona looked over to where Draco was leaning against a wall and glaring at the ground. "I hope to be invited to the wedding." He said with a wink.
"The wed-" Fiona's eyes widened. "I-It's a little early to talk about that."
"But you have thought about it." He teased.
"I- hush." She said looking away making him laugh. The song started to come to a close and Kosta twirled her one last time before bowing.
"I wish you the best, Fiona." He took her hand and kissed the back of it.
"Thank you, Kosta." She said. Draco quickly headed back over.
"Thank you." Kosta said to him with a smile and a nod of his head before he walked away.
"You didn't have to go sulk." Fiona said as Draco took her waist.
"I wasn't sulking."
"Ah. Of course not." She said. "You make that face all the time."
"Shush." He said nudging her in the side with a slight smile making her grin.
…
"Mind if I cut in?" The two stopped and turned to see Harry standing there. His date had gone to get a drink. Fiona looked up at Draco and gave him a smile.
"One dance." Draco said, clearly not happy about letting someone else dance with Fiona, again, but not letting his feelings get in the way of hers.
"Thanks." She whispered to him. He nodded with a smile before walking off the get them drinks. Harry took Fiona's waist. "I thought you didn't dance." Fiona said to Harry.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked. Fiona looked down at their feet as he messed up one of the moves.
"Clearly you still don't." she said.
"Fiona."
"See this dance is called the-"
"With Malfoy." He clarified with a slight frown.
"He asked me to the ball."
"And you said yes?"
"No. I told him to bugger off."
"Alright, Miss Sassypants." Harry said.
"Harry please…" Fiona said. "I'm having a good time. He's been very sweet and a real gentleman. Please don't ruin this for me. Not tonight." Harry bit his tongue before he nodded.
"Alright… but if he touches you-"
"Harry!" Fiona hissed.
"I'm serious." He said.
"No, you're Harry." Fiona said. "Sirius is a lot hairier but not as Harry as you." Harry tried his best but couldn't help but smile.
"I'll have to tell him that one." He said quietly. Fiona smiled.
"You should get back to your date, she might get jealous."
"Very funny." He said giving her a look.
"What? You don't think she'd get jealous seeing us dancing?" Fiona asked looking a bit offended.
"I didn't mean it like that. Parvati's my date not my girlfriend."
"Not with that attitude."
"Fee."
"I know. I don't know why you didn't ask her if you wanted to go with her." Fiona said sneaking a glance at Cho and Cedric.
"I tried." He said with a sigh.
"Not hard enough."
"Every time I planned on asking she was either with her friends or busy." Harry explained. "Which reminds me to ask you, why do girls always go everywhere in packs?"
"Hermione and I don't go in a pack." Fiona said.
"That's because we're your pack."
"Can we stop using the word pack?"
"Sorry."
"Maybe you can ask if you can cut in." Fiona suggested. Harry shook his head. "You had no problem cutting into our dance."
"That's different." Harry said. He noticed Draco heading back over; the song was coming to an end as well. "If he tries anything…"
"You think I can't hold my own?" Fiona asked giving him a look.
"It's not that." Harry said with a slight chuckle. "It's my job to look out for you."
"Harry, it's not your job to do anything for me. I appreciate the thought though."
"Just be careful tonight. Maybe… don't drink the punch."
"Harry Potter, he wouldn't do such a thing." Fiona hissed.
"You never know." Harry said with wide eyes.
"I'll be fine." Fiona said as the song ended. "I suggest you find your date before she gets upset." Harry sighed but nodded before walking away. Fiona walked off the dance floor to Draco where he handed her a drink.
"Everything alright?" he asked. Fiona nodded.
"Fine." she said before taking a sip of her drink.
"How'd he take it?"
"Take what?"
"The news that we're dating."
"Oh I-…" Fiona's face flushed and she cleared her throat, taking a quick drink. "I didn't tell him that. I just said you asked me to the ball and I said yes, that you were being a gentleman and I trusted you. I asked him not to ruin it because I'm having a really good time with you."
"Damn. Wish I could've seen his face." He said with a smirk. Fiona rolled her eyes as he chuckled.
…
Later on the music changed, rock played by the Weird Sisters. The crowd was jumping and dancing, singing along if they knew the words. Harry, Ron and their dates were sitting some distance away looking miserable. Occasionally Harry would catch a glimpse of Draco and Fiona dancing around with huge smiles. A few times Harry was ready to get up and bring her away from him but she just looked like she was having the time of her life.
"May I have your arm?" A Durmstrang boy asked Parvarti.
"Arm, leg, I'm yours." She said taking his hand. Padma sighed and looked at Ron. The song ended and a few couples got off the dance floor. Hermione and Viktor walked towards the refreshments. He kissed her hand before walking to the table. Ron watched with a deep frown. Harry turned to see Draco and Fiona walked towards the refreshments too but she went with him instead of coming over to them. Hermione came over and sat beside Harry.
"Hot isn't it? Viktor's gone to get drinks. Care to join us?" she asked.
"No, we'd not care to join you and Viktor." Ron said.
"What's got your wand in a knot?"
"He's a Durmstrang. You're fraternizing with the enemy."
"The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph?" Hermione asked. "Besides, the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation, to make friends."
"Hrmph, I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind." Ron said. Hermione got up. She turned away then back but decided to just walk off.
"Are you going to ask me to dance or not?" Padma asked Ron.
"No." he said, grumpily. She got up and left with a sigh.
"She can't be dating him." Harry said.
"He's too old for her." Ron muttered. Harry looked confused.
"Not Hermione." He said shaking his head.
"Oh… then who?"
"Fiona. She can't be dating Malfoy, right?"
"Of course not!" Ron said with wide eyes. "She could've gone with one of us." He added quietly.
"She looks like she's having fun though… not forced at all." Harry muttered. He watched the two walk back to the dance floor as a slow song came on. Hermione and Viktor headed back to the dance floor as well. Ron glared at Viktor while Harry glared at Draco. Each boy was dancing a little too close to the girls for Harry and Ron's liking.
…
Later on, after Viktor had said goodnight to Hermione and Harry had walked off, Hermione and Ron were walking to the exit of the great hall. Most of the students had gone to bed but those that were still at the ball were slow dancing, including Draco and Fiona.
"He's using you." Ron said to Hermione
"How dare you! Besides I can take care of myself."
"Doubt it. He's way too old."
"What? What? That's what you think?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah that is what I think."
"You know the solution then don't you?"
"Go on."
"Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort!" Hermione shouted, clearing starting to cry.
"Well, that's completely off the point." He saw Harry walking up behind her. "Harry..." Hermione whirled around to face him and Harry stopped, eyes widening.
"Where have you been? Never mind! Off to bed both of you." Harry and Ron headed up the stairs
"They get scary when they get older." Ron said.
"Ron, you spoil everything!" Hermione shouted after him. She sat on the stairs, crying, and took off her shoes.
Fiona faintly heard Hermione shout and lifted her head off of Draco's shoulder.
"Was that Hermione?" she asked.
"Who cares?" Draco asked.
"I do." she said giving him a look.
"No- I didn't mean it like that." He whispered quickly. "We're having such a nice time and it's almost over." He added with a frown.
"I'd better check on her." Fiona took her arms from around his neck and went to leave.
"No-! Fiona, please…" he grabbed her wrist. "Just let me hold onto you a little while longer?" he asked as he brushed some hair out of her face. Fiona's face flushed but she shook her head.
"She's my friend; I have to make sure she's alright."
"Then you'll come back to me?" he asked hopefully. She bit her lip and looked up at him apologetically. Draco nodded and looked away. "Go on then…" he muttered, letting go of her hand.
"I did have a nice time." Fiona said. Draco glanced at her. "Thank you for asking me. I wouldn't have gone otherwise." She said before she kissed his cheek and he started to smile. "Good night."
"Good night, Fiona." He said. He took her hand and kissed it. She smiled at him before turning to leave. Draco watched her run from the room and let out a sigh. He noticed Snape standing by on the outside of the dance floor – still chaperoning – and realized he'd watched the exchange. Draco cleared his throat as his face flushed and walked off the dance floor.
Fiona found Hermione on the stairs, crying, and rushed to sit beside her.
"Hermione, what happened?" she asked softly.
"Boys are so stupid." Hermione sobbed.
"I know. I've been saying that since first year, remember?" Fiona asked giving her a smile. Hermione sniffled. "Ron's just jealous, otherwise he would been dancing with Parvarti."
"Padma. His date was Padma." Hermione muttered.
"You know I'm no good with non-ginger twins." Fiona said nudging Hermione. "Now, as beautiful as you look in that dress, why don't we head back to the dorm and change? Put on something comfortable and talk about why boys are dumb. I know I wanna get out of these heels." Hermione smiled slightly.
"I'd like that."
"Just don't stay angry at him forever. We already had the boys fighting this year; we don't need any more fights. We're all friends."
"What about your date?" Hermione asked as the two girls stood, she put her heels back on since she couldn't walk barefoot.
"I said good night already." Fiona said with a smile.
"Did you really come with Malfoy?"
"Come on, I know you wanna get out of those heels too." Fiona said making Hermione chuckle.
"Alright, avoid the question." She said. "But if we're going to talk about boy we're talking about all boys." Fiona smiled.
"Alright." She said giving in.