Okay, sorry guys that it's been so long. Really, it's been eating at me. But I've got these friends, who read these books, and I was starting to fear my life if I didn't read them as well. So my life has been sucked up by Sarah J. Maas and the Throne Of Glass series. Very good, not sure it's worth the pain though. Anyways, I wish I could say that I could update loads now that I'm on spring break, but I don't think that's going to happen. I've got plans to travel across the world and spread the word of God, so unfortunately my words shall not spread. But here you go! Enjoy!
I own nothing! Literally. I'm poorer than dirt. I can't even afford dirt.
I leaned over and swiped the whipped cream off his face and liked it off my finger. He looked at me in surprise as Hermione choked on her butterbeer.
George threw up.
"I still can't believe you threw up." Fred grumbled as he adjusted the strap of my bag on his shoulders. I grinned.
"And I still can't believe you two made a bet on who could get me to throw up." George replied smoothly.
"Well technically it was a bet to see who could get either of you to throw up, but you just ended up being the weak link." I said, shrugging. "Gosh it's so easy to shrug now that I don't have to carry my bag." I teased, smiling broadly.
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. What the bloody hell do you even have in here?" Fred grumbled.
I put a finger to my chin in mock thought. "Let's see. All of my quills and three things of ink. A few rolls of parchment. A sketchbook from three years ago, I think? Also all five of my textbooks for today and three other books."
Fred stopped walking and looked at me. "Are you serious right now?"
"Oh, and some extra shoes."
George busted out laughing. "This is what happens when you make bets on your twin's ability to stomach PDA." I smiled and crossed my arms.
"How long do I have to do this again?" Fred groaned, throwing his head back and glaring at the ceiling.
I thought back to our deal. "Until we don't have classes anymore." I said, smirking.
"What?! That's not what we agreed on!"
I shrugged. "We said 'to and from every class.' There was never a time put on it. So that means you have to carry my things until I don't have classes anymore." I said, giving him a smug look.
He groaned. "Well, I only have a year and a half left... I'll survive."
I laughed and led the way into the Great Hall, my stomach growling.
"Hermione! Rita! Over here!" Harry called.
"Hu. I think that's a first." I said, leading the way over to where Harry sat.
"'Morning, Harry." I said, filling a plate with food.
"Morning Harry!" The twins echoed.
I frowned. "Are you making fun at me?"
Fred grinned innocently. "Of course not."
"We would never." George added.
I hummed. "You better not. My best friend is a Champion."
Harry beamed and Hermione whacked my arm. "Ow! What the bloody hell?" I said, glaring at my bushy haired friend.
"I am your best friend." Hermione stated, grabbing some toast and jelly. I rubbed my arm and gave her a suspicious look.
"Okay, okay. My almost best friend, kind of cousin thing maybe but not by blood- thank Merlin- is a Champion." I revised. "Oh, speaking of which, when's the first test again?"
"Tuesday." Harry and Hermione replied, the first sounding as if he were heading off on a death march and the latter sounding as if she were talking about a disappointing child. Coming from Hermione, I wouldn't doubt it.
"What?!" I exclaimed. "But that's tomorrow!"
"Yes, Rita. And today is Monday." George said slowly. I shot him a glare.
"And you guys didn't tell me?" I demanded, looking between my friends.
Hermione shrugged. "We were working on figuring out how he's not going to die all day yesterday."
I choked, placing a hand to my forehead. "Oh, Merlin! What is the task?" I whispered, leaning in close.
"Dragons." They both said in the same way as before. My eyes widened.
"Dragons?" I smiled widely. "Do you know what you're going to do yet?" Harry slumped.
"Die." He said pitifully.
"Die? Die? I don't think so. Who are you?"
"Harry Potter?" He said, as if he himself didn't know.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you." I said, holding a hand to my ear.
"Harry Potter." He said, not any louder but more sure.
"I still can't hear you!" I yelled. A few people down the table turned to look at us curiously.
"Harry Potter!" He repeated.
"I still can't hear you!" I barked.
"Harry Potter!"
"I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"HARRY POTTER!" He shouted, his face red from embarrassment or anger, I don't know.
I stood up, getting in his face and slamming my palms down on the table. "AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!"
"WIN THE TASK!"
"AND WHAT ARE YOU NOT GOING TO DO?"
"DIE!"
I slammed my hands on the table again. "DAMN RIGHT! YOU'RE GOING TO SUCK IT UP! YOU ARE GOING TO GO OUT THERE TOMORROW, AND YOU ARE GOING TO SURVIVE! YOU ARE GOING TO WIN!"
Harry stood up, too, determination on his face. "I'M GOING TO NOT DIE!" He yelled triumphantly, and stalked out of the Great Hall, presumably towards the library.
I sat down in my seat again, a soft, victorious smile on my face as I stole Hermione's toast and lathered it with marmalade.
Fred and George looked at me in shock and Hermione looked at me with indignation.
"You stole my food." She said.
"There's more right in front of you." I said, taking a bite. She gave me a half-hearted glare and grabbed another piece of toast, never taking her eyes off of me.
"Did you just-?" George started.
"That's my girlfriend…" Fred said, looking at me with wide eyes.
I blushed and elbowed him in the ribs. "And you still have to carry my bag, Mister. You aren't getting out of that, so don't even try." I said.
"So. How's it going?" Hermione asked in a sing-song voice latter that night as we lay sprawled across my bed.
"How's what going?" I asked. She propped her head up on her hands.
"Being in a relationship. With Fred Weasley."
I blushed furiously. "Oh hush. You're just jealous because you can't have a Weasley of your own." Hermione frowned at me.
"Are you worried about tomorrow?" She asked instead.
I sighed. Of course she would change the subject on me like that. "I'm not sure. I don't want to say I'm not, because I feel like that's just asking for trouble. But I don't want to say that I am, either, for the same reason. I feel like it would only jinx him. I just… I don't want anyone to get hurt. Not just Harry, but all of them." I said, frowning up at the ceiling.
She was silent for a few minutes before responding. "Don't worry. I think we've almost figured it out…" She trailed off. I sat up a little bit to look at her.
"Have you, though?" I asked softly.
"I'm not sure." A pause. "We should get some sleep." I nodded in agreement and tugged back the blankets, burrowing under them. Hermione crawled to the end of my bed and did the same. I could tell that she was just as worried as I was. Neither of us would sleep tonight very well, I'm sure.
The arena like area was covered in sharp rock, seeming as if it had been made to be the death of someone. I looked around at all the cheering people around me. I frowned. Why were they all cheering? I could feel the pain in the atmosphere, the fear from the Champions. Something was going to go horribly wrong…
From the corner of my eye the world lit up in golds and reds. I quickly turned, to see the whole place erupting in flames. People were screaming and pushing through the crowds, trying to get out. The flames were steadily growing, causing sweat to bead on my forehead and dripping down my face like tears. Or maybe I actually was crying…
I gasped and shot up, my eyes frantically searching for the flames from my dream. But all I saw was the dormitories, and Hermione curled up in a ball at the end of my bed. She usually slept like that, and I wondered at how she didn't wake up with aches the next morning. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I crawled down next to her, curling up under the blankets as well. The clock on my bedside table read 3:15, and I stared up at the ceiling as I debated whether or not I would be able to sleep again.
I had a bad feeling about today.